Bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

Our time is Running out

Our time is running out

you can't push it underground

You can't stop it screaming out

Muse, Time is Running Out

All of my life, everyone has known who I was. The hair and eyes were normally a dead giveaway, but even when I attempted to hide by dying my hair a deep black and putting in brown contacts, someone always recognized my face. Being the son of the man who owned 90 percent of Western Industries, and 95 percent of the Eastern ones, made flying under the radar next to impossible. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Well, alright, I'm mostly not complaining. I'm not going to lie, I have never been a man a patience. Not. Ever. So when people are bugging me for interviews, or asking my opinion on this or that, I try to book it out of there as fast as I can. For the sake of the poor persons life,of course. Throwing punches is not beneath my anger. Nor is murder of paparazzi, because honestly, they don't count as people. Wait, don't take that to mean I condone murder, because I don't. Except the paparazzi. And Sesshomaru. And Naraku. And that pizza delivery guy who I found out was telling me that my pizzas cost more than they really did so he could keep the overage as a tip. Fucker. But, anyways, you get the point. Actually, just disregard that entire first paragraph since I just realized that writing my statement about who I condone being murdered (or any murder at all) in an interrogation room where I am, in fact, being detained for the possible murder of my mistress (who isn't really my mistress, by the way, that just seemed like the best way to describe our situation to an outside observer. If anyone reading this, even THINKS of thinking of Kagome as a whore of any sort, or as a mistress, or with any sort of sexual thoughts, I will murder you. Wait, no, I will "talk" with you personally) isn't exactly the best time to be discussing murder. I would erase it, but it seems that my pencil has no eraser, just some markings that look eerily similar to human bite marks where they it should be.

ANYWAYS.

Like I was saying, everyone has always known my face. Known what I wore wear, who I dated, every breath I took, it seemed like it was documented by someone. Even you, detective, probably know more about me than you do of the guy who lives next door. That kind of life wears down on a person early on in life, and it would have been that way for me, if it hadn't been for the part of my life that no one knew about. My parents had a feeling, but I don't think even they knew everything that happened when they weren't looking. And to understand how ended up with so much blood on my hands and yet still claim to be innocent, you have to know the details. Makoto, I have never told anyone about this, ever. The only people I wanted to tell were already aware and very much involved in it, so there was never any reason to, you know?So forgive me for the way I have to tell you. You see, towards the end, Kagome and I both were both under the firm belief that something like this would happen, and one or both us wouldn't make it. So we made...records, I guess you could say, and combined them so that whoever saw them would have the whole story from beginning to end, from both our viewpoints. Like a story, except when you read it, you will be able to hear, and smell and feel everything we felt. I know this isn't making much sense Makoto, but please, just bear with me. It will. I also told myself I would write this all down, but I think any words I wrote would just fall short. So

I will show you instead.

You have read in the papers about what our company was researching right? Well, if you haven't, I will fill you in. We have a whole department designed to strictly be studying advanced technologies. Weaponology, scientific discoveries, electronic advances, you name it, and we have been developing it. Which is where the ..records... come in. We have been able to find a way to turn memories into something like a moving picture I guess you could say. I can't explain it that well, I only know how to use the machine we have created to hold the memory movies, but Sess will. Show him this paper, and he will take you to the people who can explain it a whole helluva lot better than me. Hopefully, my brother went ahead and revealed to the public the research about it like he was scheduled to do on Monday. I have no idea what day it is, so if not, please don't show this paper to anyone yet. I know you might be legally bound to record this, but if possible, please just wait until it has been launched before you give this to evidence. Please. My brother would make it a point to kill me if this was leaked, and I don't mean that in joking terms. He would SLAUGHTER me. Anyways, before you take this to Sess, go into my bedroom at my house (I am assuming you still have it under crime scene investigation , or whatever shit you do. ) There will be a picture frame with a picture of Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Shippou, Kouga and I at a beach house on top right shelf in my closet. Take the picture out of the frame and on the back there should be a code written on it. Take this with you when you go see my brother, and he can take you to the memory movie I have hidden. I know I could have told you all this in person, but I don't know whose listening. So please, follow the instructions, and I don't want to talk to anyone except for you anymore(or, more accurately, I won't) and I don't want to talk to you until you know everything (or more accurately, I won't. Again.) Just leave me be. And if you do end up going through with what I've told you to do, thanks. Really. Kagome... she would have been happy that you knew. She hated not telling you anything. So again, thanks.

Placing his pencil on the table, Inuyasha looked towards the two-way mirror where he knew someone was standing watch over him.

"Oi. Tell Makoto I'm done, and he can come get his goddamn paper now."

Standing up, he stretched again, feeling his muscles rippling protest after having sat in the position for so long again. He grabbed his chair and dragged it to the farthest corner away from the table and propped it against the wall. He then plopped on the ground, and with his back to the door, managed to wriggle around a bit before he was in a comfortable lying position on the ground. He heard the door open again, but he pretended to be asleep, not acknowledging whoever had come in.

"Inuyasha," Makoto called softly. For some reason, Makoto knew he wouldn't respond. He hadn't know the boy for more than a few days, and had only had one face to face conversation with him, but he knew him well enough already to know that if he didn't want to do something, he wouldn't. Not unless something or someone he cared for was being used against him. Inuyasha may think he was hard to figure out, but after listening to Kagome talk about him for so long, he could read the boy like an open book. He smiled softly, and gazed at the "sleeping" form in the corner. Not seeing the hanyou move, he went and gathered the things from the table, making sure that no water or ramen accidentally leaked onto the pages he had picked up. He tucked the pencil behind his ear, and with one last look at the still form i, he sighed softly and left, leaving the man alone again, with only his thoughts for comfort.

I know, so short! But I am already working on the next chapter, and I figured since it had been a while, I would at least give y'all a little something, even if it doesn't explain much more than what you already know. The next chapter will be better I swear!

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