Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. In fact, I don't own anything. So no one can sue me. Mwaha.

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Inuyasha stayed back while Miroku handled the negotiations with Totosai Wakamiya, professor of psychology at Shikon University. After meeting Takeda Nobunaga, the bubbly debate teacher, and Kaede Arakawa, the student administrator, Inuyasha was done talking to faculty. It was beyond him how anyone like Nobunaga could be a teacher of debate, and how anyone could put up with the Arakawa wench. Glancing over at Miroku and Totosai on the occasion, Inuyasha was glad he had stayed in front of the door, observing the students who entered. Totosai seemed to be berating Miroku over something. Inuyasha stifled a laugh. The old-lady-phile deserved it. Totosai and Kaede probably had something going, and Totosai was jealous that Miroku had been flirting. Both Totosai and Kaede seemed around the same age, though Inuyasha dared not guess just how old they were, for he doubted even God racked up such numbers.

When Miroku returned to Inuyasha's side once again, he faked a smile, though he couldn't hide how miffed he was. "Koga's ours."

"Good," Inuyasha said. "The way he was coming after you, I thought he wouldn't let us."

"It's not like we need his permission anyway," Miroku said dismissively, obviously not in his usual cheery mood. "We're FBI. If we want to question someone, we'll do it."

"FBI?" came a strong voice from behind them. "What are you doing here? Who do you want to question? What the hell is going on?"

Inuyasha and Miroku turned to meet their inquisitor. He was a rather tall man with brown hair currently pulled back into a long ponytail. He had a rough looking face, which presently accompanied worried eyes that did not match his appearance. He was dressed casually in baggy jeans and a T-shirt, and his backpack was about to fall off his muscular arm.

Inuyasha was struck by how familiar he looked. Racking his photographic brain for an image, he suddenly stole Miroku's folder from his friend's hands and flipped through several sheets of paper before coming upon a picture of two girls smiling at a camera and a man in the background standing against the wall.

After taking the picture out of the folder, Inuyasha thrust the folder back at Miroku and held the photograph in front of the man's face. "Do you recognize any of these people?"

The man's eyes widened at Inuyasha's sudden movements, and he scanned the picture for a moment before pushing Inuyasha's arm away. "Maybe. You answer my questions and I'll answer yours."

"We don't do negotiations," Inuyasha said, shoving the picture back at Miroku. "You answer my questions and you can stay out of jail."

"You can't arrest me," the man said. "I haven't done anything."

"By not helping us, that makes you a suspect in an ongoing investigation," Inuyasha said. "We can do whatever the hell we want."

"Empty threat," he said confidently. "My fiancée is a majoring lawyer and I have another friend taking criminal justice. I know how your kind work."

"My name is Miroku Watase," Miroku spoke up suddenly. "This is Inuyasha Takahashi, my superior, difficult as that is to believe. We're here investigating an attempted homicide, and we're looking for Koga Nagashima. Do you know him?"

"Yeah," he said. "Who almost died?"

"Kagome Higurashi," Miroku said. "Now if you would be so kind as to… point us… to… are you okay?"

For the man's face had quite suddenly paled at an alarming rate. His horrified eyes and shocking lips seemed too colorful for his face. The backpack that had been trailing down his arm finally hit the ground with an enormous thud, revealing the weight concealed inside.

"What?" he whispered.

"What the hell is your problem?" Inuyasha asked.

"Kagome?" he said, his helpless eyes turning to Inuyasha. "Someone tried to kill Kagome?"

And so fast Inuyasha wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the color returned to the man's face. The eyes and lips that had seemed so colorful before dulled in comparison to the new shade of red on his skin. His muscles tensed, and with admirable speed, he had pinned Inuyasha to the wall.

"SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL KAGOME?"

"DON'T—SHOUT IT!" Inuyasha said, pushing the man off of him.

"WHO DID IT? WHO TRIED TO HURT HER? I SWEAR TO GOD THEY'LL REGRET THE DAY THEY EVEN THOUGHT—!"

It was Inuyasha's turn to slam the man into a wall. For a moment they struggled for control, but Inuyasha, experienced and with FBI training, won the battle.

"Listen up!" Inuyasha whispered in a harsh tone. When the man didn't seem to be listening to him, he pushed against his wrists with more force. "Listen! We are still investigating, and the last thing we need is for all of Shikon University to know why we're here! Get a hold on yourself and use your head, for Kagome's sake! Would she want everyone to be worrying about her?"

The man stopped struggling against Inuyasha, and while he was silent, he was still breathing heavily. All eyes were on the pair, and Inuyasha winced at the thought that they had heard every word. Then again, he wouldn't be surprised with this idiot's shouting. Inuyasha felt a light struggle beneath his arms, and the man's gruff voice said, "Get off me."

Inuyasha backed away, and the man relaxed, though he didn't move away from the wall.

"What's your name?" Miroku said, now that the beast was calm.

"Koga Nagashima."

Miroku raised an eyebrow and placed a checkmark next to Koga's name. He lifted up the picture of the two girls and held it before Koga again. "Can you identify anyone in this picture?"

Koga nodded without even looking. "Kagome and Sango."

"Sango Natsuki?" Miroku asked.

"Yeah."

"And in the background, that's you?" Inuyasha spoke up.

"Of course it is," Koga said in a slightly snappish manner.

"When was the last time you saw Kagome?" Miroku asked.

"At Buyo's," Koga said. "We all went out for a drink."

"Who's 'we all'?" Miroku said.

"Me, Kagome, Sango. Hakkaku and Ginta wanted to come along, but I sent them on an errand."

"Lackeys?" Inuyasha asked.

"Friends," Koga corrected harshly, "who do everything I say."

"Lackeys," Inuyasha mumbled, but Koga missed it because Miroku said, "What about your other friends? I have Ayumi Kusakabe, Eri Suou, Yuka Kirihara, and Ayame Wakinosa."

"Let's get something straight," Koga said. "Ayame is not my friend. She's some obsessive little junior with a little more than a crush. She stalks me, she writes me love letters, she even gave me a ring and goes around wearing one herself, telling everyone we're married. The girl's a nutcase."

"And you like Kagome?" Miroku said.

"Like her?" Koga said, almost as though he were insulted. "I am in love with Kagome. I spend every waking moment thinking about her. I take each new breath so that I can see her again. It makes my heart race to even think about her. I—"

"I, I, me, my, it's all about you," Inuyasha spat. Koga looked at him in shock. "Let me tell you something about love, pal. If you spent 'every waking moment' thinking about Kagome, your heart would always be racing and you would die. And get a life! 'I breathe so I can see Kagome again!' No wonder the girl wasn't interested. You're smothering her! Give her some space; let her breathe! The way you talk about her—it's disgusting."

"Don't criticize me just because you can't relate to love!" Koga barked.

"Believe me, love is nothing like what you describe. That's the fool's version of love."

"And you've been in love to know? Don't make me laugh!"

"Excuse me," Miroku said in a loud voice. "I think we've gotten all we need. We may be contacting you in the future. Inuyasha, let's go."

"Feh," Inuyasha said, turning away from Koga in an almost snobbish manner. "Fine. Not like I want to stay around here anyway."

"Koga, thank you for your time. You may return to your classroom now."

"Wait!" Koga said. "Where is Kagome now?"

"None of your damn—"

"At FSH," Miroku said. "They're not allowing visitors, though, until we've cleared some suspects."

"I can't see her?" Koga asked angrily.

"Not until we clear you as a suspect," Miroku said.

"I would never hurt Kagome!"

"Feh," Inuyasha said. "That's what they all say."

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When Inuyasha and Miroku arrived at Mrs. Midoriko Uchiha's classroom—and the "Mrs." disappointed Miroku greatly—they were ten minutes past the time for class to start. Miroku had insisted on asking Kaede for all the information she had on the university's professors, claiming it would "greatly assist in any strategies used to ensure their cooperation throughout the investigation". Inuyasha would have thought his friend quite clever for suggesting this had he not known Miroku had ulterior motives.

Upon arrival at room 314, it became all too apparent that a class was not going on inside. The students were huddled together with Midoriko barricaded on the outside, chastising her students about something as she tried to slip through the mass. Inuyasha and Miroku glanced at each other before the latter placed his hand on the doorknob and allowed themselves entry. They went in unnoticed, though now they could understand what was being spoken in the room.

"Really, everyone, this is not proper classroom conduct! I cannot teach like this! Nagashima, would you please stop? I'm sure your experience with the FBI was incredible, but you need to share your story outside of my classroom!"

The eyes of the FBI agents widened to the size of plates. Inuyasha immediately ran to the crowd and began pulling people away by force, unceremoniously tossing them aside. Miroku wanted to help his superior clear a way to Koga, but felt he was needed more behind Inuyasha where he tried to soften the falls of the unlucky students. After peeling through several layers of students, Inuyasha found the source of his problems.

"… And then I pinned him to the floor and forced him to ask for mercy. By this time, I could feel the poison beginning to weaken my body, so I took his own gun and threatened to kill him if he didn't tell me where Kagome was. He whimpered and said she was at the FSH, then started to cry because he 'didn't want to die'…."

"Let's see who's crying when I'm done with you, you little punk!" Inuyasha said, grabbing on to Koga's shirt and preparing to strike.

"Now, Inuyasha," Miroku said as he came up behind his friend, grabbing the fist Inuyasha was preparing to throw at Koga, "you can't go around beating the students."

"Did you hear what he said?" Inuyasha shouted.

"Yes," Miroku said, "and he shall be dually rewarded for his lack of self-control. In the meantime, don't make me have to arrest you."

Inuyasha grudgingly released his grip on Koga's collar.

Miroku turned to Midoriko. "I'm Miroku Watase, and this is Inuyasha Takahashi of the FBI. I'm sorry, but we need to take Koga Nagashima and Akitoki Hojo from your class."

"Please do," Midoriko said. "Perhaps I'll actually teach them something. Hojo! Go with these people."

There was no movement to satisfy this request.

"Hojo!" Midoriko said, peering through the crowd of students. Her eyes widened. "Where's Hojo? He was here when the bell rang."

Koga's eyes narrowed, though no one noticed anything was wrong until he bolted from the room moments later.

"HEY!" Inuyasha shouted, immediately giving chase. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

Inuyasha sprinted after his adversary, but still didn't gain any ground. Koga's feet were much faster this hands, and Inuyasha was finding it difficult to stick with him, much less prevent him from pulling ahead. Inuyasha raced through the hallways and slid around corners while still maintaining his balance, an impressive feat on the newly polished floors.

Koga turned a corner, and moments later Inuyasha heard a door open. He turned the same corner and slammed into the door, stumbling on his way outside. The scorching sun blinded him momentarily, but the sound of a car's engine starting forced him to ignore the sun's rays. A red car backed out of its parking space at the front and within seconds had raced out of the parking lot.

Inuyasha ran. He reached behind him and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, opening it up and holding down the number two. He stuck the phone to his ear and then reached into his side pocket to grab the keys that were poking into his thigh. Just as he reached his black corvette, Miroku picked up.

"Yo!" Inuyasha growled into the phone. "Get your ass to the front of building in three seconds or I'm leaving you!"

"Inuyasha, you really don't think I can be there in three—"

"Do it, Miroku!" Inuyasha snapped, slamming the top of the phone down as he lurched into his car. He jammed the keys into the ignition and allowed scientific laws to shut his door as he floored it. He followed the road to the front of the building and braked, earning a nice screeching sound from his sudden stop. When Miroku did not immediately appear at the door, he screamed, "GET A MOVE ON, MIROKU!"

After a few moments, Miroku pushed open the door Inuyasha and Koga had just come through, panting violently. Inuyasha paid no mind, but instead passed Miroku a glare that demanded he get into the car immediately. Miroku considered stopping to breathe out of spite, but knew all too well that Inuyasha would leave him if he showed the slightest sign of delay. Glaring at Inuyasha himself, he jumped into the car, barely off the ground before Inuyasha hit the accelerator.

Miroku grasped for the seatbelt, but Inuyasha made a sharp turn and instead his head bashed into the window. He huffed in annoyance and again reached for the seatbelt, this time successfully putting it around him. He noted that Inuyasha wasn't wearing his and that he was likely going to regret that at the speed he was going. He grabbed the armrests in Inuyasha's car tightly, his knuckles turning white at the abuse. His eyes never left the road, and he was strongly reminded of why he never allowed Inuyasha to drive. While Inuyasha was good in a high-speed chase, Miroku preferred to watch the chase rather than participate in it. Needless to say, Miroku had grown rather attached to his life, and he intended on keeping it for another fifty or sixty years. Perhaps he had taken up the wrong profession.

"There's the bastard," Inuyasha murmured, his eyes trained on the old Volvo ahead of him.

Miroku followed Inuyasha's gaze. "Looks like you're both speeding."

"Don't get on me about my driving now!"

"I should have let you leave me at the university. I could've gone looking for Sango."

"Yeah, and then I'd have taken the heat because you molested a college girl."

"I wouldn't have molested—" Inuyasha followed Koga's car as it took a sharp left. "I wonder if it's possible for me to live through this?"

"You're welcome to jump out!"

Miroku glanced out his window at the road, where instead of the yellow dashes, he saw only a long yellow line. "I'll pass. Why are we chasing him again?"

"Because he's running away!"

"And that makes him guilty how?"

"Dammit, Miroku, stop overanalyzing everything!"

"You know, it's at times like these that I wonder how you're my superior."

"It's at times like these that I'm glad I am."

"Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't have been able to stop you even if I was your superior." There was another sharp turn. "Though at this rate you're going to be a dead superior."

"Is there ever a time where you're not running your mouth?"

"Why haven't the cops started after us yet?" Miroku said, ignoring Inuyasha's question. A sudden sound of sirens was heard behind them. "Oh, there they are."

"Dammit, why'd you have to jinx us?"

"I, for one, am glad that the police of this city are doing their jobs. You are going over a hundred miles an hour. How is it you haven't crashed yet?"

"I'm a damn good driver," Inuyasha said, following the car as it made another sharp left. "What the hell?"

The two FBI agents found themselves stalking Koga's car to the Four Souls Hospital. The old, red Volvo slammed on its brakes in front of the doors that led inside, and the brunette driver jumped out of his car and raced inside. Inuyasha pulled in behind him and followed suit, Miroku trailing Inuyasha as they raced towards the door. The two police cars that were now chasing them stopped behind Inuyasha and sprang from their cars, running to catch up with their perpetrators.

"FBI! STOP!" Inuyasha yelled as he pushed open the automatic doors, which were not moving fast enough for him.

No one, however, paid him any attention, for there was already quite a commotion going on in the hospital lobby.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCKING DAMN ABOUT 'THE FBI ORDERS'? LET ME SEE HER, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EVERY FUCKING EMPLOYEE I MEET ON MY WAY UP TO HER ROOM!" a woman was screaming.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP SHOUTING!" The annoyed secretary did not seem to realize that she, too, was shouting.

"YOU SNEAKY BASTARD, LEAVING ME THERE AND RUNNING OFF TO SEE KAGOME YOURSELF!" Koga Nagashima had already picked a fight.

The man he was fighting with did not seem to desire to argue. "I didn't mean to, I just had to see her! When I heard that Kagome was hurt, I was so worried!"

"LET ME FUCKING THROUGH!"

"SECURITY!"

"'DIDN'T MEAN TO' MY ASS!"

"Really, I didn't!"

"POLICE! GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" Two shots were fired.

"OH MY GOD, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

"GET A GRIP, LADY! IT'S THE FUCKING POLICE, NOT THE SOVIET UNION!"

"Koga, get down!"

"WHAT THE HELL? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO DEAF?"

"HANDS IN THE AIR!"

There was another shot fired, and this time, Inuyasha saw blood.

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A/N:

Finally another chapter! I must apologize for such a wait. My stepdad erased everything on my computer because it was going slowly, and I lost everything I had on there! I was so mad.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There was quite a bit of profanity there at the end… haha! How I love this character… the woman there. I sometimes change her character into someone more outgoing when I write her because it's more interesting to read and to write. But a lot of people do it, so I don't feel too bad.

Next chapter… um… well, we're going to get this lobby scene cleared up. You'll find out who the woman arguing with the secretary is and who the man that doesn't want to argue with Koga is. Any guesses? You'll probably be right. : )

Thankx for reading, but since you've bothered to read it, take a moment (or several, since long reviews rock) to review it and tell me your opinions. Thankx again!

Riles