"There's nothing in the news except what they want people to know. Half the country could burn up and nobody would know it if they didn't want." - James Tiptree Jr.


"So…you guys blew up my place?" It felt stupid -it sounded stupid- but it was as good a time as any.

"No. That wasn't us," Kagome gazed at him with such sincerity that Inuyasha wanted to believe her. But he knew better than to just take her word for it. She was at the centre of everything that had gone wrong in the last few days.

"That's…" he contemplated the words, "unlikely."

Friday night, he'd seen her sitting on that damn bike and boom, explosion. Monday, he'd been scraping away at his work when she had arrived to terrorise him and his co-workers. Afterwards, it was her scent he'd located when his entire fucking building had burnt to the ground.

The odds weren't stacked in her favour.

Over three hundred units, over a thousand-person capacity, countless lives, all gone within moments. The numbers began to pile up in Inuyasha's head, so real and there and at the forefront. He took a breath and stopped. Reality had been smacking him in the face ceaselessly, but the magnitude of it had only just begun to clear its path.

"And I can agree with that. But we've been tracking someone that's had their eye on you for some time now. You and…others. I think they may have had as hard a time finding you as we did. We've got a lot of intel regarding…things going on in the city, and we'd like you on board with us. We want to help you," Kagome was beginning to ramble, tripping over her words here and there. She twiddled her thumbs, a nervous thing that Inuyasha suddenly remembered her doing a lot back in high school.

Momentarily distracted, Inuyasha wondered at the clarity with which he could recall that little detail about her. It had been a grand total of five minutes since he'd had his Interface terminated and he couldn't believe the difference in his ability to remember. A fog had dissipated, still lingering but clearing quicker than he could keep up with. The thought that the dead chip that was still lodged deep in the soft tissue of his brain may have been the cause of his out-of-touch existence swept in, and he fought back, needing to stay on his current train of thought. For fucking once.

"And… the shooting?" He croaked, the acknowledgement of her part in it caused a tangible stir in his chest. She looked away from him, the bob of her Adam's apple drawing his eye as she swallowed thickly.

"Will be explained, I promise." She made a move towards the door. "Come on. I'll show you around while Fox works through your data." Kagome's soft voice was placating -too placating- and it soothed him momentarily. Wait.

"Fox?" Who the fuck was Fox?

"What?" An annoying head of orange hair popped up from behind a rack filled with what looked like old as fuck servers. The giant Oculus he wore rattled around his head, more than just a poor fit.

"Let's go." Inuyasha turned abruptly on his heels, not wanting to share a space any longer with the little creep that had clamped his ears for no good reason. It was just a joke, he'd said. He didn't mean any harm, he'd said.

The brat.

Inuyasha fumed as he stomped out the door and away from that rusty, dusty hole in the wall. He reached for one for his ears, soothing a tender spot that lingered when he heard a throat clear behind him. He swivelled to stare dumbly at Kagome, who hid her smile behind her hand. She pointed in the opposite direction of the one he'd been going with her other.

"It's this way."


Bewilderment marred Inuyasha's features once more as they entered the main hall, swearing they should have gone the other way. Wherever they were -underground, in the sky, on the fucking moon- it didn't matter, it was a maze. If this was where he'd be staying for a time, Inuyasha was sure he'd never get to grips with the layout. There was almost nothing to it, yet the clashing nature of the too-clean glass and the too-smooth stone was as enchanting as it was confusing.

A loud burst of laughter came from the giant doors that Inuyasha had entered with Kagome not long ago, bringing with it a group of individuals that must have come back from one of their jobs. Whatever those were.

The two girls taking up the front he recognised, the pair of them sporting the same outfits they'd worn when his home was decimated. He sneered at them, the imagery bringing with it his aversion for them. Inuyasha's heckles rose ten-fold when he caught sight of the man taking up the rear, a familiar scent emanating from him that he couldn't place. His nose was doing a number on him.

The disliking was immediate, the way this guy's blue eyes darted around the place like a predator, the way his stupid ponytail swished around like he was some kind of fucki-

"Hey, Priestess!" the redhead that was already too bubbly for his tastes piped up, causing Inuyasha to frown deeply. His name wasn't fucking Priestess.

"Ayame," Kagome cooed. Oh.

Inuyasha's attention snapped back to the man saddling up to them, the two of them locking eyes. There was an unfathomable feeling of hatred for this man that Inuyasha couldn't explain away and fuck it. He didn't want to.

"Ahh, the puppy is here." There it was.

"Fuck you." He spat, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the term that slashed through him. It wasn't what he said; it was the way he said it.

"No, thank you." The asshole laughed; a jovial thing that could light up a room had Inuyasha not been his current audience.

The two girls he arrived with giggled, and Inuyasha bristled.

"Come on, this is important! We can do introductions later." Kagome -or Priestess- whatever the fuck that meant, grabbed onto his hand and Inuyasha felt a little jolt at the contact. His palms started to sweat, his heart began to race, and his gut twisted in that familiar way that aggravated him to no end. He hated how this girl had him feeling like an awkward teenager all over again, stopping him dead in his tracks with the slightest of gestures.

She dragged him down yet another pristine corridor and away from the others, the entire place blending into one monotonous blur of the same damn thing. Sleek floors, unmarked doors and a lack of signage had Inuyasha wondering how anyone made it around this place with only their eyes to guide them. Kagome seemed to know her way around just fine.

The entire ordeal -if that were what you could call it- had been shrouded in mystery from the word go and he was far more confused now than he had ever been. The fact that he was made homeless and went off the grid in the matter of a few hours was insane. It was unthinkable. It was completely and utterly bat shit crazy.

As he watched the sway of Kagome's hair against her back and felt the warmth of her hand leaving his, he contemplated the connotations of him following this girl around like a lost puppy. An ear flicked at the reminder of the pet name that prick had given him, loathe to think that he had been right.

Kagome set that fast pace she preferred once more and Inuyasha eased up a bit, purposefully letting her get ahead of him. He needed some space from her. The heady scent of something that was so uniquely hers was suffocating him, and he knew he wasn't thinking clearly.

Thinking clearly was something Inuyasha couldn't honestly remember ever doing, the thought suddenly setting him on edge. Of all the things that could be upsetting him now, it was that bit of normalcy that others knew as their every day that had him rethinking…whatever this was. His knee jerk reaction was to grapple for the fog, wrap it around himself once more and find comfort in the regularity he had before all of this.

"You ok?"

He'd stopped walking. He'd stopped fucking walking and Kagome was looking at him with all the worry in the world, layering guilt on top of him feeling like an idiot. As if he had anything to feel guilty about. This girl, the one that was all hair, eyes, boobs, and ass, was putting some kind of spell on him, and he was finally pissed.

His eyes narrowed on her, the guilt building a little -just a little- at the frown that marred her otherwise perfect features. He shut his eyes, cutting off the image of her in a poor attempt to focus on something else. He inhaled deeply, regretting it immediately as the dizzying scent of her slammed into him, filling his head with nothing but Kagome, Kagome, Kago-

"Inuyasha."

Damn it all; she was closer now.

"What the fuck is going on Kagome?" there, he was confronting her. Kinda.

Her frown deepened, her bottom lip popping out a little. Inuyasha felt his resolve falter ever so slightly. If she didn't look so fucking cute when she was miffed, he would be able to keep his composure. Not that he had any. He needed to get away from her, and he needed some space to think straight for once.

"There's no simple explanation Inuyasha, don't you want t- "

"I want answers," even he was shocked at the tenor in his voice, the demand reverberating off the walls around them. There was a second of silence before she tutted, placing both of her hand on her hips. She looked at him with contempt, as if he hadn't been more than compliant this entire fucking time.

"You want answers? Well, so do we. What's your last name Inuyasha?"

"T-Takahashi," the lie tasted bitter.

"Your last name. Your surname, the name that your father gave you, Inuyasha. What is it?" Kagome goaded him on, drawing closer with each biting word. The walls began to move around him, an unnamed feeling building in his gut. He had to get away.

"Have you ever looked around? You think your best friend hangs off you like that because he likes you? You think your so-called employers bend over backwards to accommodate you because you're an asset? You think-"

"Enough!" he bellowed, hands covering his eyes as if it would shield him from the truth.

"No Inuyasha, it's not enough. It's time to wake the fuck up."


His luck couldn't get any worse. Inuyasha's eyes darted between the two standing in front of him, hoping beyond hope that the ah-ha moment would be right about…now. It didn't, because clearly, he was the butt of the joke.

"You've got to be kidding me." The sniggers that followed had his claws digging into his palms, fully prepared to take his frustrations on the two assholes he'd been brought to.

The two assholes who had been parading as officers of the law not two days ago.

"Hello again, Inuyasha," the one to the left allowed his grin to widen. Inuyasha wanted to smash it off his face.

"You two. Seriously?" as if the visual confirmation wasn't enough, the scent that wafted from them had him putting two and two together, grasping loosely onto the fact that these two were somehow connected to the blue-eyed cretin he'd met briefly before.

"Us two," they answered in unison.

Thoroughly creeped out, Inuyasha chose this moment to just say fuck it and roll with the punches. Answers would come with patience; he'd gathered that much. He knew he'd have to exercise some to get any sort of information about himself, his past, why the fuck someone would want to blow his house into a bunch of teeny tiny little pieces…

The two smirking idiots waited for him to make a move. Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder to Kagome, scowling when he noticed she still had a look on her face. They'd hashed it out -if that were what you would call it- before she brought his grumbling ass down to some medical facility a floor below.

It's a lot to take in at once, there's more than meets the eye, it's bigger than you and I.

It was all a load of bullshit if you asked him.

The other asshole, the one with the moronic Mohawk, cleared his throat and brought Inuyasha back to the present. If information came with having to put up with the two dickheads that had accosted him a few days prior, he could suck it up. For now.

"If you will…" the one sans Mohawk gestured to the chair that sat in the middle of the room, it's overhead lights blaring to life as if it were summoning him.

Inuyasha gulped, cringing at the sound that came with it. He fought the urge to scratch at his ears, the buzz in them becoming more irritating by the second as the two police officers flapped around the room. He took the opportunity to take in his surroundings, drawing in the details that would have been lost to him usually. He moved a little further into the room, cautious of the sterile equipment that was dotted around.

Smooth cabinets lined the walls, the odd control panel breaking up their unity now and then. The clinical nature of the room was far too white and bright for his liking, and while he'd never admit it, he much preferred the kitschy nature of Fox's dwellings. Machines he was utterly unfamiliar with stood tall, most of them freestanding with arms and contraptions that had his ass clenching. He eyeballed a particularly crude-looking instrument jutting out from one of them, the shine of its metal making it stand out from the rest. Nope.

"Come on, don't you want to know what you've got in you?" The Mohawk wielder grabbed onto Inuyasha's shoulders from behind, all but shoving him down into the seat they had prepared for him. Inuyasha had a hunch these two were actually excited to get their grubby little hands on him, but now he was certain. Creeps.

"Don't worry. You won't have to do this again…much anyways."

"Wait, wh-" Not-Mohawk pushed a button on the side of the chair, Inuyasha's head slamming against the headrest as he was suddenly staring at the ceiling. A faint squeak sounded to his left before a giant light was hovering over him, eyes clamping shut on instinct.

He felt the tug on his sleeve a millisecond before a sharp pain pinched at his wrist, bringing forth a yelp as he sat up at the sensation.

"The fuc-"

"There, we're all done. Now, lie back down." A strong hand shoved at Inuyasha's shoulder, and he was once again horizontal. The glaring light met his eyes, and he shut them, a wince creasing on his face as all the sensations of the last few hours started to become too much for him. It was all too fast.

"Sorry, lemme just adjust this…" a mumble broke through his thoughts before he saw the lights dimming behind his lids, tentatively opening them to find the brightness had been turned down. Thank fuck.

But Inuyasha wasn't thankful for long, because his vision was once again filled with the two idiots who were shoving him and poking him and prodding-

"We're gonna have a look at you, do some basic physiology stuff. See if we can figure out what you're made of. Sound good?"

"What's the point?" His DNA had never been linked to anyone's in any database in Angel City, that he was certain of at the very least. Dog demon was all he had to go by -thanks to his ears- and any blood tests done when he was much younger had been botched or inconclusive. He hadn't seen the point in looking any further himself, not once he was comfortable with Totosai. Shit, Toto-

"So you think. Missy over there has reason to believe someone has been tampering with your data for a while now. Like, a while a while." Mohawk pointed over his shoulder, but Inuyasha didn't have to look to see who he was talking about.

The thought that even these two goons, police officers or doctors -whoever they were- knew more about him than he did had his teeth grinding. He swallowed the anger, unclenching his fists as he felt a small trickle of blood leak over his palm. He had dug his claws into the flesh, all too ready to lash out. He needed to cool down.

At this point, he was sure it was muscle memory, fumbling for the little pill bottle that should have been there. Should have.

Absolute dread filled him as he ran his hands over each suit pocket, growing a little more panicked with each second passing as he realised it was absent. He must have lost it in the chaos, either at work or a home and he needed-

"Hey," a soft voice drifted to his ears, halting his spiralling. Inuyasha turned his head to see Kagome standing over him, the other two having wandered off to rummage through compartments filled with things he'd rather ignore, "you don't need them."

His eyes locked with hers and he felt the panic subside, if only a little.

He wanted to believe her.


Dumbfounded wasn't quite the word to describe what Inuyasha was feeling. It was bigger than that; the disbelief overruling the data for a moment. And yet, it was all there, in glowing white text backlit amongst the screen it was housed in.

Half Demon.

He was without a shadow of a doubt a half-demon and the two mongrels that had figured that out for him in no more than five minutes were too damn smug about it.

"Your daddy was definitely the demon in this pairing. If you look here…" and that was where he lost Inuyasha, rattling off biological terminology that he had no interest in, couldn't find interest in if he tried to, the news hitting him harder than he would have imagined.

His father was a full demon. His mother was a human.

It shouldn't have mattered, not really. Not when he'd lived most of his life without the faintest clue as to who had created him. They hadn't….wanted him or couldn't have him -whatever it was- so it shouldn't have mattered. And yet it did and the likelihood of his father being a full demon in the year 2392 was near impossible.

"How…" he lost the words once again before he could grasp onto them.

"Congratulations on your potency." Inuyasha grimaced at the word. He glanced away from the screen momentarily, eyes flicking between the two in disgust.

He hoped his newfound level of recall wouldn't keep these two in his head for long.


The room he'd been given was more than adequate, the spacious living area bigger than the entirety of his apartment. His old apartment. The one that no longer existed, rather.

He stood in the middle of the room -where he'd been standing since his arrival- intent on listening to the hums around him that kept this place going. Kagome had allowed him the space to get to grips with his situation as she put it, bringing him to his new living quarters while he was dumbstruck and useless. He hadn't really taken in the aesthetic of the place, zoning out in a way he was entirely unused to. For fucking once, he was thinking.

Inuyasha drew in a shuddering breath, head tipping back a notch as he felt everything in the room. It was odd yet familiar, being so keenly aware of his surroundings. His senses had always been acute, picking out sounds and scents easily amongst the rabble. But this was different.

The smell alone was something to behold, picking out the little details and focusing on them becoming easier as time moved on. His ears were bothering him slightly, and they flicked in agitation now and then without his consent. They were picking up every little tick, tock, beep and boop within a mile radius, overwhelmingly so. The amalgamation of senses was as overbearing as it was exhilarating, and he knew it was going to take some getting used to.

He wasn't sure if it were the lack of Interface, the lack of drugs in his system, or simply getting the fuck out of that weird situation he'd been ushered into without his knowledge…by his best friend no less.

The only thing Inuyasha was absolutely sure of was that he didn't want to go back to that mind-numbing existence he'd been trudging through before. He didn't want to wake up in cold sweats, brief images of terrible dreams flitting in and out before he fucking forgot all over again. He didn't want to ignore the sights on his way to work. He didn't want to wave half-heartedly at his co-workers whose faces blended into one. He didn't want to miss out on what it was like to be alive.

He had no worldly possessions to care for anymore, not unless you counted the strange sword and robe he'd left under Miroku's watch. And he didn't necessarily care, the idea of retrieving the items causing him to scoff aloud. He didn't want to see that dickhead, not anytime soon.

No, he didn't give a single fuck for anything from his previous life -not unless he counted Totosai- the realisation oddly comforting to him. He'd see the old man soon. He'd make sure of it.

Had Inuyasha known just how far he'd sunk while living in that place, working in that place…he wasn't sure what he would do about it. He just knew he didn't want to go back. Inuyasha had always let the day slip away, never truly making up his own mind. He wanted to know what that felt like.

If now was the time a fire had been lit up his ass, now was the time to harness that fire and take back the life he now knew had been robbed from him.

His shoulders perked, and he marched over to the double doors that appeared to lead to another room, suddenly eager to explore his surroundings. The door didn't open automatically like he was used to, and he stopped short, chest a breath away from the cool metal of its surface. His eyes darted along its frame in astonishment, looking for some sort of sensor or panel he could use to access it—no such luck.

He took a step back, eyeing the sizeable door that -now that he thought about it- looked out of place in the otherwise modern room. Where the smooth metal of the walls stopped, a rusty brown began, bolts the size of his fist lining the frame. A whoosh sounded behind him, and he turned sharply, taken aback by the sudden intrusion while he was investigating so intently.

"Hey. You have to be hungry. I left you in here a while ago." Inuyasha's stomach rumbled uncomfortably, and a hand flew to his stomach as if it'd hide the noise. His cheeks pinkened a little at the chuckle he received in response, watching as the girl that appeared and reappeared like a hologram turned and headed back out the door.

His feet moved without his permission, carrying him out of the room he hadn't become acquainted with. He left the strange door behind, not even sparing it a second glance; much like the life he'd led previously.

His nose twitched as he narrowed in on her scent, finding it a little too easy to follow her lead with that sense alone. The quiet patter of her feet as they hit the smooth flooring she walked along was loud in his ears, though he knew she was silent to most.

He shouldn't have followed her so easily, shouldn't have let this girl lead him around without some sort of explanation, a hint, a motherfucking clue.

But he was aware this time, he knew what he was doing and he no fucking excuse.

She turned, a small smile gracing her features when she saw him trailing after her.

He was in love.


The common area Kagome had brought him to was vast, far too vast for the lack of people that seemed to take up the place. The two girls he'd come to detest were sitting against a booth located at the far end of the room, but their quiet chatter met his ears.

"So, do you think that- "

"Hey, guys! We're going to grab something to eat before we go see the Boss. Mind if we join?" Kagome piped up, flitting around the kitchen space and tapping away at screens while sustenance materialised at her command. She gestured for him to take a seat with them and he'd be lying if he said he didn't hop to it.

"Sure thing," the brunette -the one that had fired a round of bullets at his workplace- lamented, gracing Kagome with a forced smile. Her gaze moved back to Inuyasha, smile dropping immediately and a look of utter dislike consuming her face.

He extended the same courtesy.

"Hi," a cheery voice sounded to his left, and he turned, suddenly met with eyes a little too green and hair a little too red.

"H-hey," he supposed this was the point where conversation was supposed to occur. It had been a while since he'd really tried, "so…what's Ayame mean then?"

The girl in question laughed suddenly and slapped his arm, opting to comment no further. He watched her, waiting for her to explain, but she never did. The smile she wore unsettled him, and he inched away slowly, clearing his throat. He mumbled a thanks as a cup of instant noodles made their way into his hand.

Whatever the joke was, he wasn't in on it.


The room that Inuyasha had been brought to by the three amigos was dimmed, images not unlike the one's he'd been blessed with earlier taking up every little corner of the room. Slayer-as he'd come to learn her 'name'- was standing at the head of the long stone table, a few of their agents sitting in chairs that surrounded the structure. She was clearly in charge of their little operation, the others diligently listening as she barrelled through information.

The information they already knew and Inuyasha was more than willing to find out. This was his 'debriefing', apparently. It was about fucking time.

"This is Onigumo, Commissioner of the ACPD." She gestured to the image on the left. "This is Naraku, the worst thing to happen to Angel City in its long-running history." She pointed to the other, shoving them towards Inuyasha before crossing her arms. He wasn't oblivious to her agitation.

"These are the guys you're after?" he perked up, leaning forward to get a better look.

"They're one and the same."

"...what?"

"It's… poetic really, he waltzes around calling shots and painting himself as some type of hero, but when no one's looking he's the fucking devil incarnate. If the world weren't already burning, I'd say he'd be the one to end it. He may actually get us there earlier than we were meant to." She nodded towards the headshots and Inuyasha made the conscious effort to see what he was looking at.

On the left was a candid image of a man, dressed in his high-ranking uniform and as unassuming as any other officer in Angel City. His forgettable brown eyes and forgettable brown hair were hidden well under his hat, and Inuyasha knew he would never have looked at him twice in passing. There were no discernible features about him that stood out, especially amongst the current trend of standing out. Though, the image on the right held a different story.

The face was the same, the strong jaw and curve of his nose giving that much away. But in place of brown hair were thick waves of inky black, pitch in the way it absorbed the light around him. His eyes had taken on a deep crimson hue, reminding Inuyasha of old, dried blood; congealed and oxidising into something rotten.

There was no doubt about it; the two images were of the same man.

"So… he wears a skin? Lots of people do that." he had to ask. It wasn't entirely uncommon, though the motivations behind wearing one were as vast as the number of skins available in the current market.

"Not the one he uses. No moniker, no glitch and no register when scanned at security checks. Completely illegal. We know he uses his position in the ACPD to gain access to the tech. But that's pussy corruption, hardly the worst this man has done."

"And which one is the..."

"Real one? What do you think?" he took the hint. She beckoned the holograms and exchanged them for another, pushing it towards Inuyasha so that it sat afloat before him, "if you want to keep yourself up at night, read that."

He eyed the projection, noting the tiny scroll bar that sat on the right-hand side. Whatever this was, it was long, "I'm supposed to read all this… right now?"

"Nah, consider it a bedtime story," she snipped at him, and he was officially done with the attitude. Inuyasha turned his head, about to snap back for her curt tone when Kagome's -Priestess'- hand shot out, breaking through the impending tirade.

"Alright. This is going nowhere fast, so we need to boil it down," she stated, standing up from her seat, "we need to make something clear for Inuyasha. This man is the one that blew up your building. This man is the one that's been looking for a way into Taisho Corp for decades. This man is sitting in the highest-ranking position in the Angel City Police Department. He may not have pulled the trigger, but he's pulling the strings, and they are everywhere. Look at this," she pulled a hologram from the bunch, arranging it before him for he could see the fat lettering clear as day.

"BREACH AT TAISHO CORP: Billions of users data CORRUPTED!" The headline was shocking enough, his former employers being the centre of so many people's information. But the video that was embedded into the 'front page' was what caught his eye.

The little window showed Onigumo, standing at a podium as he addressed the reporters and civilians that demanded to know what had happened to the HQ of everyone's Interface. Flashes appeared now and then as photographers snapped images of the man, depicting a level of chaos Inuyasha couldn't see from the video's angle.

"And…I did that?" the weight of what had happened earlier that day just wouldn't stop crushing him.

"No. Yes, but no. He did this," Kagome maximised the screen, blowing up the video that was now looping through the same speech, "he is responsible for so much that has happened to you, to me, to everyone here and to every single innocent person that lives in AC."

"People are disappearing at an alarming rate. He's the reason. We can't keep up. We need to get to the bottom of your role in this and take this fucker down." Slayer piped up once more, drawing Inuyasha's attention back to her.

"What…what is he doing with them?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know, eyes slipping back to the file she'd given him moments prior.

"No idea, all we know is that when they do go missing, it's without a fucking trace. No trail leading anywhere, it's as if they've all poofed into thin air. He could be keeping them, killing them, hell...he might even be eating them."

"Alright," his stomach turned.

"What? It's a legitimate concern," her eyebrow raised and she almost looked happy at his queasiness.

But as he looked to each of them, Inuyasha knew he had never truly felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, not like your average person that lived and breathed the harsh realities of living on this Earth. Despite everything, he'd had it easy. He'd been steered away, blanketed from the world around him the entire time. He'd only just begun to get a taste of what it was really like.

The turmoil of time wasted was creeping up on him and he pushed it back. He chose to deal with his emotions later, the echoing memory of a pill tapping along the floor growing further and further away. Good riddance.

Looking around the room, Inuyasha saw potential. The challenge in the eyes of the one named Wolf had him riled up enough to want to prove a point. The hard glare of the one dubbed Slayer brewed an energy in him that had him seeking revenge for a cause he wasn't yet privy to. The welcoming smile of Ayame, so vague and encouraging, had him drawing a blank, but this time he was aware of it. The hope that lingered in the lone eye of the hag with the eyepatch seemed fresh, born anew with his arrival.

And the absolute faith that shone brightly from Kagome's face was enough to convince Inuyasha that he needed to earn it.

As he opened his mouth to speak, unsure and yet entirely sure of the words that would follow, the sliding door to the room they occupied opened. Fox -the fucker that he was- chose that exact moment to pop into existence, a shit-eating grin smeared across his face that had Inuyasha's anger spiking all over again.

"I found something."


Fin