Warnings: Language, Violence, Police Brutality.
5. Impulse
Prompt: Roadblock
InuYasha would recognize that silver hairpiece anywhere. Kagome wore it almost daily. It even carried the honeyed scent of her shampoo.
"Son of a bitch," he whispered, gazing in shock and horror at the silk. Mud, like the murky brown spots staining his prisoner's hair and clothes, flecked the fabric. Or was it blood, long dried and telling of her fate?
The detective couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He crushed the ribbon in his hands, bile circuiting its way up his throat.
"Is everything alright, sir?" the nervous rookie, who unwittingly confirmed his worst suspicions, asked.
`No. Everything is not alright.' InuYasha turned to face his challenger.
"Nine hours. That's how much time I have to find her?" the detective asked quietly, his head hanging limply on his shoulders. Slowly, he brought a hand up to his chest, unpinning his gold shield and letting it drop. His gun and duty belt fell next.
The man laughed mirthlessly. "Figured it out, have you?"
"That gives me till midnight."
In a flash, InuYasha had his hand through the cell door and around the man's throat.
"And if I break your fucking fingers?" he demanded, rage blinding him. "Or if I stepped in there and kicked your ass? How much time would I have then?"
"Taisho!" Sango barked, busting into the room. Other officers followed, trying in vain to pry him away from the cages. "Are you crazy? Get your hands off our prisoner. He's in custody!"
InuYasha refused to let them stop him. "He has her Lieu," he explained, nausea, fury, and fear giving him enough inhuman strength to take on half the force. "That ribbon he had in his pocket—that's Kagome's. She's the one with nine hours."
"How? Who is this man?"
The mad man grinned in answer. "Call me Naraku."