The Apprentice

Summary: Kagome was raised in London for as long as she could remember; most of the time she'd be seen playing about with Mr. Sherlock Holmes chemistry tools, many times more she'd be witnessed wrapping up a wound caused by one thing or another. It was eight years later, and after her strange care taker's death, that she was invited by the young Detective L, to assist in the capture of Kira...

Anime/Manga/Book: InuYasha/Death Note/Sherlock Holmes

Pairing: Kagome/L (Slight) – Mello/Kagome/Matt (Main) – Kagome/Near (Conclusion)

Genre: Romance/Mystery/Crime

Rated: M

A/N: This idea was one that HieiKag had brought up, I was given permission to write it, and I hope I do well! Originally, the idea was Inuyasha/Sherlock Holmes, but then my own mind started to tamper about and I thought, well, why not. Hope everyone enjoys.

Follows the DEATH NOTE time line

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Days of War Rage

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Kagome followed in haste, Sherlock Holmes, as they followed through passage of Garnal Boulevard. Her mind raced as her feet took to keeping up pace with that of the detective a few strides ahead. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes,"

"A wasted breath Kagome, Mr. Holmes does nicely enough. You needn't waste the time to speak my full appellation."

Kagome blushed, "Yes, of course, it's only...Mr. Holmes, who would try to cause harm to the kindly Doctor?"

"There are a many at foot that would have their way with the good Doctor, not just due to who he once was, but perhaps due to his relation to me. For such a hobby as mine does not escape without due fair share of enemies."

"I see; yes, yes, indeed. I should not question the dangers of your hobby, Mr. Holmes. I can only imagine what perils you and Dr. Watson meet in the cases with which you take on."

A soft chuckle merited the Gents' lips as he took a sharp turn and stopped his steps in haste before ducking back around and pulling Kagome to his side.

"You find him?"

"More than just, got him in my Sarah!"

'Sarah?' Kagome frowned, crouching down low to the foot of Mr. Holmes' trousers, she peered carefully around the stone wall she and Mr. Holmes hid by. Her eyes wandered the alley to which they had been heading to walk when the shadowed figures towards then end put halt to their steps.

"You shouldn't a' done that! What with 'is detective-like friend bein' like he is."

"That Holmes be none the wiser. We''ll get 'em good, you'll see!"

"Yeah, I will. Go in for the bags, I'll meet you at Sarah."

'That name again.' Kagome watched the shaded men separate and wondered curiously to which way they would task themselves with going down. Feeling a tug at the collar of her shirt, she followed Holmes and waited as he pulled out a piece of parchment from his overcoat and drew from his pocket a pen.

"While subject A and B are preoccupied, I will have you act in quick haste, taking this to Mary Watson. Then, if you could return posthaste to the port on Granadilla Avenue, near the Forman's residence, I will await your arrival."

"Understood! What of the gentleman who just departed?"

"They will no doubt be arriving at said port in due time. I wish to be a good foot ahead of them. By the time you arrive, most, if not all, should be figured out and settled. I've a good thought for who the gentleman might be. We shall see how right I am."

"I haven't a doubt in my mind that you are already set to figuring every detail out, Sir. I will be quick in the deliverance of the epistle."

"Please do."

Kagome took the note once Holmes had finished writing out the last of his memo and was quick to take off back towards Dr. Watson's humble abode.

'In my Sarah...in my...my. It must be a thing; surely he'd not think to hide a person in a person. A thing; an automobile...? Perhaps, but by way of wheels, or cart...or a floating transportation, that is the curious inquiry? I'd wager it a boat, easy departure, and not likely a suspicious manner of leave. Mr. Holmes must have thought this through and figured out who Sarah, or...what Sarah was. I wonder though, how the man caught the Doctor, if Dr. Watson had been following him. Or maybe that was the catch. It was the Doctor being tricked. The man must then have known the Doctor would follow him, and he set up the trap to catch him off guard. Would this mean that the Doctor too knew his shooter? If so...I don't believe his hobby has much to do with this particular offsetting crime-in-the-making. The mystery thickens, what is it that these people want from Dr. Watson? Where do they know him from? Why now...?'

A good hour in her run brought her to the home of the Watson's, where the lantern outside the door stayed lit as if awaiting the arrival of the Doctor or Mr. Holmes. Kagome quickly heaved a breath, her chest hurt from the cool air and the long run, glad that the sun was now held so that she could see all but the shadows hidden in alleys. "M-Mrs. Watson!" She called as she ran up the paved path to the door. Watching as it was opened merely a few unspoken seconds later. She held out her hand which held the letter from Mr. Holmes and bowed in kindness as the older woman took it and read the contents quietly. "I must return, please worry not, Mrs. Watson. We will find the good Doctor!" Kagome smiled before she once again started her trek back to the alley and towards the Port she'd been told to meet Mr. Holmes at.

"Wait, dear child!"

Kagome, a half road away, turned back curiously as she still tried to catch her breath.

"Take a cart, child. You shouldn't use up all the energy you have in a run. Look, one comes now," Mary hailed the cart and paid in advanced the miles the girl would take. "See to it that the girl gets to her destination swiftly, good sir."

"Ay, I will."

Kagome climbed into the cart and sat down in trepidation as she awaited the carts arrival at the Port she'd been told to make haste towards. 'Please...may I not be too late. I'd like not to let down, the only person to which has ever said that I was, in his words, a "rarity of the strangest case". Please, let me be of use.'

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Me: Here is chapter two, late as always, so perfectly punctual!