Kristin sat in her desk, staring at the wall above the teacher's head. She had woke up that morning, not completely sure about what happened the previous day. She claimed all morning she hadn't been feeling too well, and ignored her girlfriend's pleas to spend time with her later that day. She just couldn't do anything. She was afraid to tell anyone what happened because, well, she would sound...crazy.

"Kristin, you are wanted in Student Services."

She jerked up from her desk at the sound of her name from a non-friend, something most teenagers are used to doing. She stood up, mumbling something not even the closest to her could hear. "Damn...I hope you all fucking die."

Kristin walked through the hallway to the office in the main area of the building known as 'Student Services', a place to help the students with such important problems such as: Switching a class, dropping a class, dropping school all together, explaining death threats, etc. She never really liked the room, it was too white, and windows took the place of two walls, so people walking around could see inside. She turned the doorknob, and stopped at the front desk. "My name is-"

A man in a suit stood next the secretary. He was Asian, with long, black hair pulled back behind him. "Kristin, I know. I'm a detective in Linden County, and I have some questions to ask you. Follow me." The man didn't introduce himself or add anything else, just turned around and walked down the narrow hallway into a large room with a long table down the center.

Does the guy ever breathe? Kristin joked to herself, but for some reason, it wasn't funny. She also thought that this had something to do with Anna. She walked into the large room, and sat down in the chair the man pointed to. She watched him walk around to the other side, and sit directly in front of her. There was a stack of papers in his place, and he began writing, looking, writing again. She had never been in the room before, and she looked around at the various things lining the walls and stopped when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She turned her head to the man, who just happened to be staring at her.

"Kristin, I have a fe-"

"Hold on a second, buddy." She held up her right hand, a gesture she commonly used when she wanted to ask something. The man raised an eyebrow slightly, then leaned back into his chair. He flicked his wrist as if he was saying 'Go ahead'. "Now, if you're going to ask me anything, and I mean anything, I want to know what your name is. And if it isn't something all Asian-y, then I'll scream and say you raped me."

The man looked at her, his eyes blank. He blinked once, and said in a strong voice, "My name is Japanese, and I don't want to bother you with it." He grabbed a paper and began to write again. "Everyone calls me Tash."

She sunk back in her chair, shaking her right leg fast. Tash... She thought. Good enough for me. "Go ahead. Ask away." Oh, I know he's gonna be talking about Anna...I'll just tell him I don't know a damn thing he's saying, and simply walk away...I'm a good actress, aren't I? She suddenly felt very sick.

"Okay, then." Tash shuffled through his papers, and found one. He pulled it out and wrote something on it. "Could you tell me where you were last night?"

"Oh, you're such a pervert, aren't you?" Kristin tried to smile, but she knew he would probably see right through it.

"I don't have time for your little games. Just answer the question."

"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Last night I went to check up on my friend. I borrowed a-"

"Could you tell me her name, please?" He interrupted, ferociously writing something down.

"Um, sure. Anna. You know, short for Anastasia."

"Last." He demanded.

"Pletz. Anna Pletz. 401 Deer Run Drive-"

"That's good enough." He picked his pen back up and wrote some things down. "Could you tell me what happened while you were there?"

She gulped. Oh, God, here it is. Just lie...he'll never know... "Oh, well, she was getting ready to watch a movie. She had popcorn made and everything." Remember how they can check for fingerprints! "So, I took some bites, played a game of steal-the-popcorn, and she let me borrow her new DVD." She sighed. "Then I went home, watched it, fell asleep...and here I am."

Tash stared at her for a while, not blinking, not taking his eyes off her. She could feel herself getting warmer. She could hear the clock ticking on the wall behind her. She leaning back into her chair and raised her head toward the ceiling, closing her eyes. After what seemed like eternity, she heard a familiar scratching sound, and the shuffling of papers. She sat back up, and looked at Tash. "Kristin, I want to thank you for cooperating. You may leave now."

"Sure thing, Tashy." She stood up, never happier to leave in her life. She pulled open the heavy door and walked out.

Tash looked up from the papers he was writing on. He saw the door close, but didn't dare open his mouth until he was sure she was gone. He listened closely for the click of the door to the office to close, and he put all the papers in a breifcase. He sat back in his chair, eyes fixed on the door. "Don't worry, Kristin." He said softly. "Anna will be fine." He paused. "I wonder if Inuyasha will be..." He grabbed his things, told the staff he was leaving, and left the building. He had better things to do than take care of children. He drove silently, turning in all the right places, stopping when necessary. He pulled into the driveway of an old building, and got out of the car. He grabbed the breifcase and walked up the cement steps and opened the old, rusted, metal door. He stepped inside and closed it, listening to the loud creak it made. It thudded against the lock, and he began to walk up the three tiled steps. The hall was dark and smelled of age and dust. Ahead of him, a dim, yellow light flickered, and he turned left down a dirtier hall. At the end, there was another old door, and he opened it, and walked up the cracked cement stairs leading to the third floor. His hand slid up the cold rail, and when he reached his floor, he opened the door and went into the next hallway. It was cleaner, and brighter. There was a person with a mop cleaning and listening to loud music; Tash could hear every word of it. He found a familiar wooden door, and opened it. It was a small, carpeted room, with nothing but a desk in the center. He sat at the desk and put the breifcase down. He pulled a fresh piece of paper from a stack and grabbed a pen in his right hand. Slowly, he began to write.

The time has come to kill off the one we have been trying to kill. The girl is present, and she can help us do what we need to have done.

He looked at what he wrote, and added:

Naraku will never know what hit him.

Tash signed what he wrote, and folded it. He pulled out a slim envelope and slid the folded peice of paper in it. He turned it over, and on the front he scribbled a name in thick, black, messy handwriting. He placed the envelope in the center of the desk and stared at it for a moment, just before putting it in his breifcase and and leaving the room for the last time.