A/N: Okay there is some cross over happening with Safety Not Guaranteed in this chapter and the subsequent ones. They are all in the same universe after all.

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Return to Me

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"I could send a letter of representation requesting an extension," the lawyer began slowly, "Perhaps negotiate with them and find a suitable alternative."

"They want to lock us up! The suitable alternative is to not be forced into an asylum," Chiyo hissed as she rolled her eyes, "Can't you stop them!"

"It's too late in the evening to file anything," the attorney sighed wearily, "From what you both are telling me, there are many things I can do but it would be detrimental in your case, Chiyo, to not surrender yourself. I need to subpoena records, file an injunction to prevent them from requiring you to go in the first place so that you can be released, file pleadings challenging the department's authority, and that's just off the top of my head. Ryo, I'm going to have to negotiate with the board to have such a requirement lifted. This isn't cheap and you'll need to advance substantial capital."

"And I don't care," Ryo hissed as he narrowed his eyes, "Call a judge or something and get it done. I don't want her going into that place."

"I'll see what I can do," the lawyer groaned wearily as he sent Ryo a withering glare, "But I can't make any promises."

"Well until then she's staying here," Ryo clipped back as he set his jaw, "And you'll need to go with her in the morning."

"Well that goes without saying," the attorney quipped tersely as he piled papers into his briefcase before snapping it shut, "I'll walk through an injunction in the morning or perhaps I can call in a favor to get one signed tonight. To do that, I need to go get started."

"Thank you Yukio," Ryo sighed as he clapped the man on the back and led him to the elevator, "I appreciate it."

"I'll do what I can," the attorney chuckled – his annoyance fading, "You two just hang tight."

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"The preparations have been made and the relevant parties have been given hefty donations to agree with your proposal," an elderly man wheezed as he placed his fingertips together and glared at the young man fidgeting in his seat, "However, you have yet to remit payment."

"Just give me a little more time," the man quipped back as he narrowed his eyes, "You've asked for a lot."

"I asked for one thing and one thing only," the elderly man responded as he arched his brow, "You won't even know it was missing."

"I'm just saying give me a little more time," the young man huffed as he rolled his eyes, "I've already given you a substantial amount of money in advance. Can't we just call it even?"

"I never asked for your generous donation," the old man chuckled – his crimson eyes reflecting the fire crackling softly on the far side of the otherwise dimly lit room, "That was not payment and you said you would do what it took to make him suffer."

"He ruined my engagement. Slept with my fiancé and didn't even say sorry," the young man hissed, "Ruined my inheritance by convincing his father to leave the company to him when he hits thirty five. I should be inheriting the company. He does not even know it's being left to him. Probably wouldn't care other than he'll never have to work again. It should not be going to some promiscuous asshole with no morals! He needs to suffer."

"Well, then you know what needs to be done," the elderly man pointed out, "Trust me. You'll never even notice it's missing. And he will suffer. That much I can promise you."

"Once he's taken care of, I'll give you whatever the hell you want," the young man huffed, "Just get it done."

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"So it's being arranged then," a low cold voice asked as the man that issued it arched a single brow while his hand pushed a tall stack of yen across the table, "She'll be handed over to our agents in the morning?"

Nodding, the police chief fidgeted anxiously in his seat before greedily reaching forward and snatching the cash off the table, "She'll be turned over. I have no doubt."

"And the files? They've been destroyed?" the man asked – his greasy black hair hanging over his face and his strange green eyes flashing as he opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs. When the police chief merely shrugged while he counted out the cash, the utterly inhuman male shot to his feet and grabbed the chief by the collar, "Are the files destroyed or not?"

"I'll have someone burn them today," the police chief stuttered – his piggy eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets in fright, "I swear to you."

"Excellent," the greasy man hissed as he released the portly chief's shirt, "See that it's done."

"What's with all this trouble over some girl?" the chief mumbled under his breath as he continued counting his cash, "S'not like anything she'd find would prove anything."

"It would bring attention that we'd very much like to avoid," the man hissed as his eyes flashed red and he set his jaw, "There are too many things in the works right now. We can't have any unexpected surprises."

"Like I said I'll destroy them," the chief chuckled nervously as he glanced at the man, "Don't see why you don't just whack her if you're really that concerned."

"Again, we're trying to avoid attention," the greasy man huffed as he stood up and patted some of the wrinkles out of his suit pants, "The fewer people who know the better. Not everyone can be paid off."

"No doubt," the chief chuckled as he stood and reached across the table to shake the strange man's hand, "As always, pleasure doing business with you."

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you," the man replied coldly – wrenching his hand out of the pudgy man's grasp and leaving.

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"Haichi, what the hell?" Shippo groaned as he once again opened the door late at night for the overly obese raccoon, "Like seriously? What's the emergency?"

"First of all, it's nice to see you too," Haichi replied blandly as he let himself in and turned to face the grown fox – crossing his arms across his chest, "And I'm here because I did a little digging on my own. Have you heard of a group called the Divine Soldiers?"

"Divine Soldiers?" Shippo replied blandly as he set his jaw, "Yes, I have. Old prostitution and drug ring. Have been gone for over a century. What of them?"

"Well, I heard it through the grapevine that Chiyo and Ryo are being admitted to a facility," the raccoon sighed, "A facility that receives substantial donations from a Latin American group called, Juramento de dioses, and another French one called Sacrement de sang. Both have substantial connections to the Divine Soldiers. Lot of overlap."

"Why would they even target them?" Shippo muttered as he rolled his eyes, "That makes no sense."

"That's what I thought too but I looked deeper," Haichi responded a little manically as he dug into his satchel and began pulling out paper, "I snuck in and stole the file that Chiyo's been dying to get her hands on. Check out the pages I've marked."

Sighing, Shippo took the file and plopped down in his evening chair before he began to read – his face growing from boredom to shock within minutes.

"So her father was investigating them?" Shippo breathed, "And had proof that they weren't human. Managed to put the pieces together and named all their member's covert identities. Shit, no wonder they whacked him off."

"That doesn't explain why they didn't destroy the file," Haichi pressed as he looked over Shippo's shoulder, "You'd think they'd destroy it but they didn't."

"Maybe they wanted to use it as leverage. Someone at the department might be getting a pay off to keep it quiet," Shippo mumbled as he read over the names before furrowing his brow, "Wait…that name looks familiar, and that one too….and that one!"

"Which names?" Haichi breated as he looked at the names that Shippo was pointing to before the air rushed out of him, "Oh shit."

"We need to call Sessshomaru and Inuyasha. This involves Kagome now," Shippo hissed anxiously as he rushed to the bedroom to grab his phone, "And under no circumstances should Chiyo surrender herself. This is bad. Really bad."

"Agreed," Haichi breathed before grabbing his satchel and glancing over his shoulder, "I'm going to leave that with you. I need to go make sure they don't do something stupid."

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Eight o' clock came far too soon and as Chiyo stepped out of the car with the attorney by her side, she took a deep shuddering breath. The judge refused to sign the injunction, and it seems she was left with no choice. The building was large and menacing as were the men in white coats waiting for her. Her heart sank to her stomach and a sense of foreboding gripped her soul when the attorney handed her over without so much as a word in her defense. He did however have some other things to say.

"I'll deliver the man tomorrow," the attorney whispered just loud enough for her to hear as he gave one of the men in white coats a wry smile, "Take good care of this one."

"YOU BASTARD!" Chiyo screamed as she lunged at him, "He trusted you! How could you do this to us?!"

"It was easy sweetheart," the attorney chuckled as two orderlies grabbed her by the arms and forced her to her knees, "They paid me more."

Just as Chiyo let out another shriek of outrage, one of the men in a white coat retrieved a small shot from his pocket and plunged it into her neck.