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15: Crumbling
Naraku informed Kikyo he wanted a divorce. Considering all of the cards he held, such a thing seemed like madness. After all, he was the one who never wanted to let her go and now he demanded a divorce. It was a part of a master plan he had in breaking Kikyo worse than car windows after an accident.
See, he had already taken her family from her and her lover. He was all that she had left, but he wanted her to even lose him. He wanted her to be all alone in the world. He believed that given time, she would come crawling back to him because he was the only person who would accept her. He was the only person who would take her back after all of this.
Of course, she would try to get back in her sisters' good graces, but he doubted it would be humanly possible for her to do that. He considered she might try to go back to Sesshomaru, but there was no way that mutt would take her back, not after seeing her cuddled with his half-brother. So, she would have to come back him. Why? Because humans were social animals that needed certain things and he would be the only one willing to provide her with those necessities.
Once she had to come to him, he believed that was when he would have the Kikyo he wanted, or at least the start of the Kikyo he wanted and he could remake her from there. She would be a submissive little doll for him, just like she should be in his opinion. She would be perfect after going through heartache and misery. So, he had to teach her how to be perfect by taking everything from her. And he meant everything.
"You want a divorce?" Kikyo echoed, eyes squinting and forehead furrowed. And to think, she thought she would have to kill him to get away from him. What did he think he was doing?
"Yes, I want a divorce and based on most of the things I have on you, I'm pretty sure the terms will favor me," Naraku commented, smirk still in place. He had worn the damned smug expression since she entered the apartment and he had started in on her.
"I see," she practically grunted. He might get everything in a divorce, but she never had much to begin with. She could barely hold a job with him around, always threatening to get her fired, and she never did much with the money. He would waste almost every dime they had on creepy junk he claimed were collector's items.
"Yes." Naraku chuckled. He imagined he would get away with almost everything they had in their marriage. She would be left penniless, jobless, and with no one to turn to. It would not take her too long to break and return to him on her hands and knees. The very idea made his nerves shiver with anticipation. It would be glorious.
Kikyo wondered if she should argue with him. She wanted a divorce and she really could care less than nothing about the terms. Hell, he could have whatever the hell he wanted as long as she would be free of him. She did not want him to know that she was in favor of a divorce or he might change his mind.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Kikyo inquired, giving him a glare for good measure.
"I believe I am. You're going to regret crossing me, dearest. You're going to regret cheating on me with that mutt, conspiring against me with that mutt," Naraku snarled.
Conspiring against him? Kikyo almost laughed. Naraku thought too highly of himself. "I see and you will teach me a lesson by divorcing me?"
"That's only the start."
Kikyo did not care what he had planned after the divorce. She would be away from him and would never voluntarily go near him again. Whatever he had in mind, she would not let him get away with it. She was going to get far away from him the moment she had the chance and never look back, unless it was to check over her shoulder to make sure he was not there.
"Now, how about you leave my home," he ordered.
He did not have to tell her twice. Kikyo turned and left as fast as her feet could carry her without seeming eager for it. She paused at the door, wanting to put up the front of making this hard.
"I need clothes," she said.
"No, you don't. You need to leave or I will call the police to have you removed and arrested. Wouldn't that look nice on your record the next time you try to work at a fancy hospital?" he laughed.
"You wouldn't," she said, just for the effect.
His laughter was downright sinister. "Wouldn't I? Now, how about you run along before we get to see which one of us is wrong… again?"
Kikyo snorted, but she was gone quickly. She had nowhere to go and only the clothes on her back, but she was free of her husband. It was the only good thing that happened to her that day, but it was huge. She wanted to breathe a sigh of her relief, but there was still the gaping wound of her sisters and Sesshomaru. She was free of one weight, but so many others threatened to crush her.
"No, you will get through this. One day at a time," she told herself. She was strong enough to get through this.
Naraku wasted no time getting divorce papers drawn up and called her back to the apartment to sign them. The terms were extremely one-sided. Kikyo would get nothing, no money, no property, nothing. She did not care. The only thing she wanted was the pictures Naraku had of her along with the negatives and they had to bring lawyers into it for that. Considering the fact that she was willing to walk away with nothing, no one understood why Naraku wanted to fight over the photos. She received those, even though she was almost certain he had other copies and would undoubtedly use them if he got any other horrible ideas. But, she did not care. She was free.
The hanyou watched his former wife leave their home with only the clothes on her back and some clothes in a suitcase along with a few personal items. She did not even have her sketchbook because it was still in Sesshomaru's possession. She still did not care. At least she was free to go, even though she did not have anywhere to go, especially since hiring the attorney took up what little money she squirreled away with Naraku's knowledge.
She considered going to her aunt's house, but she decided against that. She did not want to find out her aunt had seen the pictures that Naraku had. She could hardly believe the pictures. A part of her mind even asked her how she could do such things with Sesshomaru and she answered she was so comfortable around the dog demon she felt like she could do almost anything with him.
"And for that, you were a fool, just as you were a fool to marry Naraku. It is time to learn from the past and from your mistakes," Kikyo told herself. This was her second chance at life. She would not botch it.
-*-(New day)-*-
Sesshomaru sighed and rubbed his face. He sat at his desk and staring at his computer. He put his hand to his chin and scratched his chin with his index finger. He was somewhat surprised by the information he had, but he was not so surprised.
"This bastard thinks he's so clever," the dog demon commented.
Sesshomaru sat back in his chair and focused on his monitor. He had been going through his email, looking for some word from one of the many people he had helping him clear his name from that embezzling nonsense. They gathered things on a certain hanyou bastard and they did a damn good job, not that it was very hard. Naraku was so blatant when people knew what to look for, like the fact that he was stealing money while also framing Sesshomaru.
"It explains why he stopped working. Did he think no one would ever notice he was stealing the money he pretended I stole?" Sesshomaru decided not to think too hard on it. He printed out everything that was important and placed the papers into a folder.
He collected the folder and turned his computer off. Climbing to his feet, he marched out of his office. He went to the boss' office, bursting in as he always did. The old man was not doing anything important, as always. Sesshomaru often wondered how the scatterbrained old man built such a vast and glorious company, especially considering what he had just learned.
"Sesshomaru, could you at least make some noise when you walk if you're not going to knock?" Totosai inquired while nearly jumping out of his skin when he noticed how close the dog demon was to his desk. He could not understand how someone could be so much like his father and the opposite of his father at the same time, but it was annoying.
"I have some information that might mean something to you," Sesshomaru informed the bug-eyed, old coot and he tossed the folder onto Totosai's desk.
"What's this?" the old man asked as he looked down at the plain, beige folder that sat lifelessly on the top of his onyx desk.
"Something you need to see and you need to be more careful of what you hire to work here," the golden-eyed male commented.
Totosai only looked on curiously while Sesshomaru exited the office. The dog demon left the building, considering his work to be done for the moment. He did not know where he was going, but he knew he did not want to be in the building anymore. He did not want to be reminded of that damned half-breed and the Hell he almost unleashed.
He had been noticeably more irritable lately and he found himself unable to put up with a lot of the things that happened at the office now. He barked on the secretary for almost no reason at all almost everyday until the woman decided to stop talking to him. He wished everyone else would follow her intelligent example.
He had not seen hide nor hair of Naraku for quite a while, which he supposed was a good thing. He would have beheaded the hanyou with his bare claws without thinking twice on the matter because of how irked he was with everyone else on the planet. He blamed Naraku for his attitude. Although, there was something else, lurking underneath the dog demon's demeanor, a real cause to his attitude that he refused to acknowledge.
The nobleman wandered by the museum of demon art. He stopped for a moment and glanced up at the building. He took a small breath, sniffling at the air, searching for some hint of her. There was nothing there, not even a lingering inkling of her.
He still thought about Kikyo, even though it was almost a month ago where he threatened to kill her if he ever saw her again. He could not believe he said such a thing to his angel. He could not believe he still thought about her.
He did not enjoy thinking about the woman he knew to be little more than a whore and a liar. She had pretended to be so chaste and innocent, but she was nothing but a bitch for half-breeds it seemed. She had a horrible hanyou husband and then he had to see her in those photos with his empty-headed hanyou of a brother.
He hated thinking about her with his brother more than her with her husband. It was not so much that he hated his brother more than he hated Naraku, no. There was no way for that to even be possible. He was not sure why he loathed the idea of Kikyo being with Inuyasha more than being with her husband, but he was guessing it had something to do with the fact that his brother was closer to him.
He shook the thoughts away. He refused to think about her anymore. If she wanted to be a whore and be with his brother, that was their concern, not his. All he knew was that he would slay Kikyo without a thought should he ever see her again because that was what she deserved. She was supposed to die for trying to toy with him. He rushed away from the art museum.
-8-8-8-8-
Totosai looked through all of the papers Sesshomaru left him. He noticed how thorough everything was, which was not surprising considering who put the whole thing together. What Sesshomaru uncovered did not surprise him. He knew as soon as he told the dog demon about discovering the worm on his computer Sesshomaru would hunt down the person who tried to frame him, which Sesshomaru did.
He also knew the nobleman would use as many resources as he could get his hands on to find out the truth, which Sesshomaru had. The dog demon sunk himself into finding who dared cross him and evidence to prove it. Plus, he found evidence of additional theft and where the money "he" embezzled ultimately ended up. He did not have anything else to do. He had thrown Kikyo away, his painting muse had abandoned him, and he was not on speaking terms with his father and stepmother. All he had was hunting for evidence and the occasions when his little sister popped up at his home. He found more than enough on Naraku.
"I guess I shouldn't have hired him," Totosai said to the air. He knew it had been a risk, but it was a risk he had been willing to take. He heard Naraku was sneaky and underhanded with ambition wider than all of outside, but his work was supposed to be outstanding. It seemed it was all true.
Totosai called Naraku into his office. He had noticed the hanyou ducking in and out of the building for a while. He knew the half-demon was trying to avoid an angry Sesshomaru more than anything else, so he guessed the hanyou was not as stupid as Sesshomaru seemed to think he was. But, then again, Totosai considered maybe if Naraku was not so stupid, he would have never crossed that crazy dog demon to begin with.
Naraku entered the office without knocking. He stood before Totosai, who put the folder away and eyed the hanyou. He decided he was not going to say anything. He would leave it all as a surprise for the half-breed. It would teach Naraku for trying to make a fool out of him. While he did not consider himself a mean-spirited demon, he was not one to cross either. No one made it to his position and prominence by being a pushover.
"I was just wondering where you've been," Totosai commented to let the half-demon think he had been concerned for him.
"I've been here," Naraku replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"Really? I heard you've been in and out of the place for a couple of weeks or so," the old man said.
Naraku waved it all off. "A little. I was just looking for inspiration for my accounts."
Totosai nodded. "That's good to know. You're a hardworking guy."
"I'm just doing my job."
"All right then. Carry on," Totosai dismissed the crimson-eyed hanyou.
Naraku eyed the old man for a moment as if he was suspicious, but he seemed to dismiss that. He reminded himself that Totosai was a crazy old coot, who probably did not even know what year it was, let alone anything relevant to the company. He might have felt sorry for the old codger if he had a heart to feel sympathy.
The hanyou stepped out of the office and went back to his office. He sat at his desk and made some phone calls. He was attempting to find out what was going on with his now ex-wife.
Naraku had lost track of Kikyo almost the day she walked out of the apartment. It was a bit jarring. He had not expected her to be so slippery, but he was not too worried about that. He was certain he would find her again and if not, she would eventually find him. He doubted she could do much on her own. He knew she had not gotten into contact with her family, as he had people keeping tabs on that. She did not have much, if any, money, so she could not make too many moves. None of his people had spotted her at any of the hospitals or clinics in the city, so she was still unemployed. Eventually, she would have to come back to him or die in a filthy alley with nothing to her name. Her dignity would never allow the latter.
He entertained himself by picturing her having a hard time in the world. He actually smiled while imagining her sleeping on the street or under a bridge. If she was homeless, then she would be back to him by the end of the month. Such an experience would teach her a good lesson and then he could get on with his life rather than doing all of this waiting for everything to fall into place.
He still had plans to move Kikyo to the house he had in the country. Once he had her there, he would not let her leave. He would make her the way he wanted her to be, docile and submissive, by any means necessary. He would make it her life to serve him and she would become his world. He continued to smile as he thought about all of the things he was going to do to Kikyo once she came back to him.
"When this all comes together, it will be my greatest victory," he decided.
-8-8-8-8-
Kikyo refused to return to Naraku ever. She was free of him and that was that. Sure, she did not have much money, or a place to stay, and she could not go to her family for any help, but that she was still free. She was on her own and that was a pleasing enough thought for the moment.
The raven-haired woman set herself up in a small studio apartment with very cheap rent. It looked like the cheap place it was, cramped with nosy neighbors, but it was hers and there was no husband there to make it anything less than home. Of course, it did not feel like home, as she was utterly alone and on her own, but it was better than when she was with Naraku.
She had very little money, especially for living in the city, but she did not let that get her down. She was not sure how long she would be unemployed, so she needed to stretch her money out for moment. She also had to consider employment for when it was safe for her to get a job.
She was tempted to run out and find a hospital to work at immediately, but she decided against that. Naraku might still think of her in someway and check to see if she had work, which was what he had been doing. He seemed hell bent on making sure she had nothing in life that she wanted, so she would bide her time to see what his plan was. For the moment, any job would do for her as long as he did not know about it. She would have to go for something he would never think she would do.
She took the first thing that came up, but always kept an eye open for something better. She became a waitress at a nearby diner. It was not her ideal job, of course, but she could have done worse. She took to it with some zeal since she understood that a decent amount of money was going to depend on tips. Her only hope was that no one she knew saw her, but it would seem she continued to have a horrible string of bad luck. At least Naraku would never think to look for her there, but she still wondered what gods she had offended to have her life almost always go wrong.
"The service in this place stinks," Inuyasha commented as he and Kagome sat down at a table in Kikyo's section.
"Stop complaining. They serve good food," Kagome replied.
"Blah, blah, blah," was his retort, along with a mocking hand motion.
This is not happening, Kikyo thought as she caught sight of Inuyasha and her cousin. Of course, they would come in and sit at a table in her section. She decided to grin and bear it, without the grin part anyway. Maybe they would go with it if she acted normal.
"The food better be good," Inuyasha huffed as Kikyo walked over to the pair.
"Might I take your order?" Kikyo asked and the voice sounded very too familiar to the duo. They looked up to see who their waitress was and they could not believe their eyes.
"Kikyo!" they shouted incredulously.
"Yes," she replied with a sigh. They were going to make this painful, she knew. After all, when had Inuyasha not made an awkward situation worse?
"What the hell are you doing here?" Inuyasha inquired while Kagome could only nod in agreement with that question.
With a sigh, Kikyo rubbed the bridge of her nose. "It's a long story."
"No kidding," the hanyou muttered. He could not believe what he was seeing, even though he was continuing to look at it. Kikyo was dressed as a waitress. She was a woman who was a fucking doctor dressed as a waitress! Holy shit, his brain screamed.
"You need to tell us this long story," Kagome insisted with concern in her eyes. There was no way her trained doctor of a cousin was waiting tables unless that bastard she was married to put her up to this. And, if that was the case, she would put a stop to it.
"I can't really do that right now. I'm working, as you can see," Kikyo replied. At least it seemed Kagome had not seen any terrible pictures of her.
Inuyasha choked on his words as he tried to yell at her for being a waitress. He did not know where to start and it all caught in his throat. The cousins looked at the hanyou because they knew he was going to scream as soon as he could wrap his head around what was going on. But, it seemed he could not get his mind together enough and he punched the table in anger.
"Kikyo, do you think you could explain this just a little bit?" Kagome requested. "I mean, this is just plain weird. What are you doing here?"
"Well, let's just say I've gotten divorced," Kikyo replied.
The hits just kept on coming. Inuyasha's jaw practically hit the table while Kagome stared with huge brown eyes full of disbelief. They had sworn to the high heavens Kikyo would be married to that demented bastard she was with until the end of time because he openly talked about never letting her go. But, now, she was lucky enough to be divorced, she had not told anyone, and she was working as a waitress. That did not make any sense.
"Okay, so you're divorced, but that doesn't explain why you're working as a waitress," Kagome pointed out. Kikyo was a doctor, a damn good doctor.
"I'm only doing it for the moment. I want to make sure I won't be hearing from Naraku and then I'll move on with my life," Kikyo tried to assure her younger cousin. She did not want Kagome to go tell anyone she was there. She did not want Naraku to find her.
Kagome seemed perplexed by that answer, squinting as she took in the information. None of this made any sense. It was like being in an alternate universe. "Does Midoriko know about this?" She knew the answer to this, though.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and wondered why the hell Kagome bothered asking such an obvious question. Of course Midoriko did not know. If she did, she would have been at the diner breathing fire on Kikyo to make her get her pale ass in a hospital where she belonged. Like there was any excuse in the world that would make Midoriko be all right with her sister being a waitress when she was a fucking doctor! The fact that this was even happening hurt Inuyasha's head.
"We are not on speaking terms at the moment," Kikyo admitted. They probably never would be again. She accepted that. It stung, but it was now life. Once things settled, she would try to get back into Midoriko's good graces. It would take time, but she hoped it was possible.
"No? Why?" Kagome asked. She was very stunned to hear such a thing considering how close her cousins were. She envied them a great deal of the time, wishing she had sisters, so they could be like Midoriko, Kikyo, and Kaede.
"That is also a long and complicated tale I do not wish to share," the older female replied.
Kagome sighed. "You're not telling us much here."
"There is too much to tell and not enough time," Kikyo stated.
"So, how long are you going to work here?" Kagome asked once it was clear Kikyo would not spill the beans.
"Not long," Kikyo answered honestly. She was not going to keep any job long. She did not want to settle in case Naraku sought her out. She would not make things easy for him, would move around for a bit until she understood what it was he was trying to pull.
Kikyo was not as foolish as Naraku seemed to think she was. She knew he had some scheme up his sleeve, which was why he divorced her. She would wait for him to strike and then she was going to take him down, get him out of her life forever. And then, maybe, she could find a nice little hospital to work and heal others as well as herself. She was not sure if her life would ever be as fulfilling as it was when she had Sesshomaru and her sisters, though.
Kikyo hated to think about it, but she doubted she would ever get her sisters back. Not just Midoriko, but Kaede as well, not if they had seen those pictures. Kaede would never respect her. No matter what, their relationships would never be the same, even if they made up.
She was not sure what drove Sesshomaru off the deep end, but she doubted he was coming back either. But then again, she was not too sure she would want him back. She felt strongly for him, even now, but he had called her a whore and threatened to kill her. Hard to believe he and Inuyasha were brothers, which she knew because she knew Rin.
"Are you two going to order or continue to look at me as if I've grown several heads since I walked over?" Kikyo asked.
"You growing a bunch of heads would actually make more sense than this," Inuyasha replied and then grunted as Kagome kicked him in the shin. He glared at her.
"Kikyo, you know if you need help you can come to us and we'll help," Kagome said and Inuyasha nodded in agreement.
"I don't need any help," Kikyo answered in a rather clipped tone. She was not someone who needed anyone. Okay, maybe on an occasion or two, she needed her sisters, but that was it. She did not need anyone else and she did not need help. She had things well in hand.
"Kikyo, you're a trained doctor working as a fucking waitress in a shitty diner. How the fuck don't you need help?" Inuyasha inquired with a raised eyebrow. She might as well be wearing a sign that read "help!" in his opinion.
"As elegant as ever, Inuyasha. I can't imagine why no one ever lets you make speeches," Kikyo remarked with a deadpan expression.
"Hey, don't try to fucking change the subject. This is some serious shit," Inuyasha pointed out.
"It is not so serious. I'm fine, you two. I know exactly what I'm doing. Just trust me," Kikyo ordered them.
"Fine, fine, fine. You know what you're doing," Kagome agreed, waving the whole matter off.
Kikyo frowned. She knew what would happen as soon as Kagome left the diner. Her cousin was going to get on the phone with her big sister and that could go two ways. Midoriko could inform Kagome no one wanted anything to do with Kikyo anymore or she would listen to Kagome as the teen blabbed about where Kikyo was and what she was doing, which would lead to Midoriko coming down to the diner to see everything for herself. The latter was what happened.
As soon as she and Inuyasha left, Kagome got on her cell phone to talk to Midoriko. They had small talk for a minute or two because they were cousins and they liked each other. After that, Kagome got to her reason for the call.
"Look, I just wanted to tell you something about Kikyo," Kagome said with noticeable concern in her voice.
"I could not care less about what new mess my little sister has managed to get herself into," Midoriko stated calmly.
"O… kay," Kagome said in a hesitant tone. She had never heard Midoriko sound so cold toward Kikyo before. "Well, just to let you know then, she's working at a diner over on Fourth—" she was cut off.
"Working at a diner?" Midoriko repeated in a bewildered tone. What was her sister doing working in a diner?
"Yeah, she's a waitress. It was weird."
"Give me the specific address of this place," Midoriko answered and Kagome did just that. The call was then ended.
"You're such a tattletale," Inuyasha accused Kagome.
"Well, someone has to talk to Kikyo and Midoriko is the best at that," Kagome defended her actions. It was not like she could force Kikyo to accept help. Midoriko could do that, though.
"She said she knew what she was doing," the dog hanyou pointed out.
Kagome scoffed. "And you believed her?"
"Well, no, but still, I know she'd rather do things her way than have you call her sister on her. You shouldn't get involved," he argued.
"She's my cousin," Kagome pointed out.
"She's a grown woman," Inuyasha countered.
She shook her head. "You don't understand."
Inuyasha frowned. Whenever Kagome could not win an argument with him, she pulled that "you just don't understand" line. He did understand Kagome was a busybody. She needed to leave things alone every now and then, especially if Kikyo was involved. Kikyo could handle herself better than most, he was sure of that.
He might not have known Kikyo as long as Kagome, but he knew her pretty well. He knew despite the fact that she looked like a delicate little flower, she was a rather powerful, scary woman who could take care of herself, even if life threw obstacles in her path. Not to say he would not help her if she needed it, but at the moment, he did not think she needed it. He believed she had some kind of plan and he was willing to let her do what she was going to because he respected her. Not that he meant Kagome did not respect Kikyo, but Kagome could not mind her own business.
-8-8-8-8-
Midoriko arrived at the diner that Kagome had been talking about. She looked around, even though she did not expect her cousin to still be around. She knew Kagome was more than likely still out with Inuyasha and there was no way he would patiently wait anywhere for anything ever.
She strolled inside and scanned the place. She frowned at the thought of her sister working in such a place. Years of medical school and clinic work only end up working in a greasy spoon? What would make her sister sink so low? Maybe their cousin was mistaken… or so she hoped. She did not see Kikyo around. She walked up to the counter.
"Excuse me," she said to the man behind the counter.
"Yes, how can I help a pretty lady such as yourself?" he inquired with a friendly smile.
"I'm looking for someone who might work here. Her name is Kikyo," Midoriko informed him.
"Oh, that cute little waitress. She just quit out of the blue today," he told her.
"She quit?" Midoriko echoed. What was her sister playing at?
"Yeah, just out of the blue. She waited one last table and then quit while walking out of the door. She said something like it was an emergency and she was sorry for walking out. She was really polite about it, but still rushed out of here like the place was on fire. Hard to be mad she walked out with the way she seemed really sorry for it, like there really was an emergency she just found out about," he explained.
"Do you know where I can find her?"
He squinted at her, studying her face. "You know you look a lot like her. You her sister or something?"
"Yes, I'm her older sister. Do you know where I can find her?"
"Can't say I do," he answered with a shrug.
Midoriko scowled. She did not have time to play games. Something was amiss and she needed to get to the bottom of it before something happened to her careless younger sister. "She didn't have to give an address or something when she applied for this job?"
He shrugged. "Not really my department."
"Then whom do I speak with? She might be in danger and I need to make sure she's all right."
He scratched his chin. "Is this the emergency she was talking about?"
"It could be. So, you can tell me who has that information?" she pressed.
He pointed her in the direction of a woman that might be able to help her. Midoriko went back and forth with the woman to find out Kikyo's address and won the information through sheer will. In the end, all of her hard work was for naught. The address turned out to be that of Kikyo's favorite modern art museum. It would seem her sister did not want to be found.
"Fine. Why should I even bother?" Midoriko huffed and she decided to return home. Her anger and frustration were only a front for the true emotions that she felt now, worry and anxiety. What if something happened to her little sister? What if she and Kaede never saw Kikyo again? She would never be able to forgive herself, especially considering her last interaction with Kikyo. "Damn it, why does she do this to us?"
-*-(New day)-*-
Naraku was at his desk at work. He was still trying to get a fix on where Kikyo was, but he could not locate her. It was irksome because now things were not going according to his plan. He had wanted to be gone with Kikyo by now, but she was being difficult. At least no one seemed wise to what he had done. Unfortunately, Sesshomaru had not been busted either. The office was full of fools it seemed.
His attention was turned from papers as his door burst open. He looked up and saw two uniformed men enter the room. They were police officers from the looks of their outfits. He stood up to demand to know what they were doing, but they beat him in speaking.
"Mister Naraku Onigumo, you're under arrest," one of the officers announced.
-8-8-8-8-
Next time: it's time for a physical fight, Sesshomaru versus Naraku.