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Chapter Two: Lies

This wasn't happening. Not again, not now.

For five hours, Kagome read the masterpiece –her masterpiece. She was barely aware as the time ticked by, hours and hours on end until finally the last page was read. Once more it was a murder mystery, filled with fear, hurt and suspense about another poor female victim named Yuri. But this time, something was different. This time the last three words at the end of the story wasn't 'happily ever after' it was…

"To be continued," she voiced the sound low and hoarse.

Now, she had written trilogies and sequels before but this kind of masterpiece? The story was just like the ones she wrote five years ago, all of them leaving you in fitful suspense. So did that mean loose strings would be tied? Would the killer of the books ever be caught?

Or was that, like the theories, only possibilities too?

She stood up; making sure the work was saved and then checked the clock on the microwave. It was six o'clock am.

Get out.

Kagome whimpered the voices had come again. Like thousands of conversations at once, loud enough to make her hear but quiet enough so that it was like the raging party in the apartment next to you.

If you could call that quiet…

But one, only one of those voices stuck out. It was chilling, soulless and feminine. Kagome knew why it sounded that way. It was because it was the voice of a woman, dead.

Kagome…please.

"No," Kagome hissed into the darkness. "Who are you? Why are you back?"

I never left.

"Yes, you did," Kagome accused. "The voices, the things I heard like I hear now were so quiet, I barely even knew they were there and you left."

I was still there Kagome. It just wasn't time.

"Time for what? What are you going on about?"

Go out Kagome. Follow your instincts.

"Why should I?" Kagome whispered fiercely.

Trust me.

Kagome laughed bitterly. "You? You're the one that said I wasn't crazy. Clearly, I have some mental illness or I wouldn't hear you right now."

You're not ill. You're a medium.

"Oh that's right," Kagome mocked. "I'm a special medium because I can only talk to dead people and not see them."

Yes.

"I'm crazy," she said absentmindedly. "Though the doctors would always put it differently or more gently, the truth is, I'm crazy."

They don't understand. Paranormal abilities are scoffed at and because they can't explain it, they deem us ill.

"And you would know this…?" Kagome went on, merely to humour her 'imaginary friend' as she called her.

Because I was alive once and I was like you.

"Oh, so you had black hair too?"

You know what I mean.

Kagome shivered unconsciously, hearing the distinctly cold tone in her voice as she said it. She sounded…hollow almost. The note made Kagome think, almost questioningly. What would a dead person –who randomly happened to be with her of all people-, want to talk with her if not for an important reason? What would she get out of it?

I need your help Kagome.

It was freaky how she could read her mind.

You have to trust me. Lives are at stake.

"Lives? Wait, I don't understand. Who are you?"

That's not important. Not now. Just go.

"But where do I go?" Kagome asked desperately. "Maybe I should get Miroku-"

No. You must go alone. Trust me. Follow your instincts.

Kagome snorted but didn't argue and grabbed a light spring jacket before unlocking the front door and stepping out into the brink morning air. Dew still clung to the green grass and the sun was just starting to rise; the horizon purple and tinged pink.

"Wow," Kagome breathed but didn't wait any longer to watch the sun because somehow inside her, an internal clock was ticking. Time was costly.

For whatever reason, Kagome started down the long winding driveway and then down the paved road, jogging when she felt the need to move forward intensify. She still had no reason to be moving, no reason to push herself forward into a run but it was there, deep within her and a guiding force kept her going.

'This is absurd,' she thought wildly. 'Why am I doing this, because my imaginary friend told me so?'

Just a little bit further.

Inside of her, Kagome knew her imaginary friend was right. Something was happening and for some reason, she felt as though she was the only one that could help.

Jumping down a ditch and running up the other side, Kagome heaved as she pushed herself to continue on, now leaving the road and sprinting across a farmer's field. The land rolled and many hills and ditches covered the land. Kagome didn't have a clue what she was looking for but she knew she'd understand once it was found.

She hoped.

Leaping over ditches and whipping her head side to side in hopes of catching a glance for whatever she was looking for, Kagome didn't know what happened next until her cheek made contact with the mud ground. Growling in frustration, she berated herself.

"This is stupid Kagome! Nothing is wrong. You're imagining things again…"

When Kagome stood up though, her breath caught short as she stared at the horror that caused her to trip.

Down at her feet laid a woman in her thirties with long black hair and long red nails. Her lips ravished a full pout though now the lips were chapped and taught, her mouth echoing a long forgotten scream.

It didn't take Kagome long to realize that this was Yuri, the woman in her story. The woman who had almost been sliced to perfection with parallel lines and with blood pooling the ground around her.

"No," Kagome choked out, scrambling for words. "It can't be…I'm just thinking this is Yuri, the character in my story. It's must only be mere coincidence that they died that exact same way."

Kagome studied the dead woman, tears brought to her eyes. Remembering one of the last lines in the book, she wondered…

She didn't want to disturb the murder scene but of course, she already had with her footprints. It was just…Yuri's hands were clasped, holding something, exactly the way her story had. It was never explained what was in the woman's grasp so Kagome was curious.

Don't do it. Not now.

"W-why?" Kagome asked, wondering how her imaginary friend knew what she was going to do.

Trust me.

"How many times have you told me to do that? I did trust you and look what you made me find! A dead body! Was this what I was looking for?"

Yes.

"Why me?" Kagome sobbed out. "It's not fair…"

Get help.

"Oh, I'm positive I will," Kagome went on wryly. "I'll need years of therapy after this." Before the voice could tell her again though, Kagome sprinted off with renewed vigour and made it to the road, running for about another half-hour before making it to the house where Miroku was waiting patiently.

"Where were you?" he demanded. "I was worried sick! You didn't even have your cell! Where-"

"Shut up Miroku," Kagome said calmly and grabbed the cell that was left on her night table. Dialling 911, she took deep breaths as she waited for a voice on the other end. When it came, everything was blurted out so fast that Kagome had a hard time remembering afterwards what she said.

"Where is the location?" the male on the other end asked gently and Kagome shook her head.

"I'm not sure. I just moved here. I could point it out to them though. I know exactly the spot in the farmer's field…"

Arrangements were made and soon Kagome was in the middle of the road, flagging down the speeding cars that almost zoomed past her.

The first person to get out of the car was a tall woman about her height with long black hair in a high ponytail and milky brown eyes. She approached Kagome, her face grim. "Hello, Ms. Higurashi?"

Kagome nodded and unconsciously grabbed the long hanging necklace that her mother gave her, thumbing the soft pink jewel as she spoke. "Call me Kagome. This," she tilted her head to the right towards Miroku, "is Miroku Tsujitani. We just moved in the old shrine down the road somewhat yesterday."

The woman nodded. "I'm Sango Houko, head of investigation. Though I'm positive it's all clear, I'll get my men to check the area while we wait for the chief."

Letting go of her necklace, Kagome bit her lip nervously. "I mentioned it before to the man on the phone but…I ran into the body, literally. I tripped over her."

Sango looked at the field that lay out before her and frowned. "This is private property. The body obviously isn't in sight. Why did you trespass?"

Kagome started, unsure of what to say but being the author she was, a story came easily to mind. "My dog, Spot, ran away from me. He must have smelt the blood. I ran after him and wasn't paying attention to where I was going until I tripped and fell… That's when I found her."

"How original," Sango murmured.

Kagome didn't know whether she meant the dog's name or the tale but she didn't want to think about it. She had just lied to the police. She didn't have a dog but what was she going to tell them? 'Oh, my imaginary friend told me that something was somewhere and I had to follow my gut feeling to find it? And it just so happens that I'm a medium and able to talk to dead people? Oh! And by the way, my imaginary friend is dead too, thank you very much.'

Hell, she didn't even believe it.

She just hoped Miroku wouldn't open his mouth and go against her. He didn't know where she was, she didn't have a dog, she found a dead body and she didn't have an alibi. If anything, she would be the first to be suspected of murder.

Jesus.

"And where is the dog now?" Sango asked.

"At my mother's," Kagome said automatically. That was another lie but she couldn't stop now. "I told her to pick him up since I guessed that with everything that's happening, I wouldn't be around much."

Sango Houko raised a brow at that statement but said nothing, merely looked down the road as a black Tahoe sped down and braked abruptly before them. When the driver stepped out of the door, Kagome's heart dropped out of her stomach and then leapt to her throat almost simultaneously.

"Chief," Sango said professionally, "Kagome Higurashi and Miroku Tsujitani. Ms. Higurashi was the one that found the body. Mr. Tsujitani was at their home in the-"

"Old man's shrine, I know."

There stood the same officer with silver hair, his shades still covering his eyes and his cocky smirk still in place as he glanced at her. "We've met. Right princess?"

"Then Ms. Higurashi Mr. Tsujitani, this is Inuyasha Taisho, the chief."

Kagome bristled at his previous comment but said nothing and looked at Sango. "Shall we?"

Sango nodded and together, the four of them crossed the field, the owner growling furiously though his face was pale in shock about what was happening. They walked for several feet, none of them speaking a word. Kagome stopped short about forty-feet from the body and then pointed to the hill that covered the body.

"She's there, behind the slope. She's…she's slashed everywhere."

"Come on then," Inuyasha said grimly. "From what I've heard your footprints are everywhere. You looking at her won't make a difference."

Glaring daggers at the chief's back, Kagome followed him from behind. When he stopped short, Kagome was taken by surprised and ended up crashing into him. His muscles were tense and his furry white ears flicked back towards her and then forward on the dead body only a couple feet away from him.

Sango gasped slightly when she saw the body and Miroku stumbled backwards, looking at the bloody mess. The colour in Miroku's face drained away faster than water in the sink and then he turned around, sprinting as far as he could before he threw up his breakfast that he had eaten while waiting for Kagome to come back.

"I'm surprised you're not following behind him," Inuyasha said, looking away from the woman. "Unless you already did the first time you…bumped into her."

A lump formed in Kagome's throat but she looked down towards the body and blinked away tears. "No," she whispered. "I didn't. It wasn't much of a…" Kagome shook her head, close to admitting something she shouldn't have. "Never mind, I'm rambling."

Inuyasha stared at her for a moment long through his glasses but then looked to Sango. "When is Hachi going to get here?"

"Soon," she replied ruefully, "I hope."

"Hachi…?" Kagome asked.

"The coroner," Inuyasha said without thought, as if he didn't care that she burst into tears before him.

Which is exactly what Kagome did.

Tears flowed heavily and Kagome crumpled down to the ground. "Oh my God… Oh my God… I hate you!" Kagome screamed, referring to her imaginary friend. She wished she never listened to her. But then again, the body might not have been found for days yet and evidence would be harder to find by then.

Inuyasha stood there, looking down at the crying woman worriedly. He looked towards Sango desperately who shook her head.

"You brought this on," she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. "That was harsh and cruel, bastard."

Growling, Inuyasha bent down and took off his sunglasses so he could see her better. She was pretty, a little thin but not without curves and long wild hair that was thick and a dark midnight shade. Her slender hands covered her face and her chest went up and down as it wracked with sobs.

"Shh, stop crying."

If anything, she started to cry harder. He looked back up to Sango but she seemed to be talking to Miroku, probably restraining him from coming over and attempting to beat him up –as he could tell from the red face and tight line of his lips.

"Come on," Inuyasha pleaded, pulling her hands away from her face and taking them in his. "Please stop crying! I'm…I'm…aw, damn it, I'm s-s-sorry."

Kagome looked up stunned, giving him a confused look. "What?"

He frowned at the fact she wanted him to repeat his apology but did it anyways. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."

"Damn straight!" she yelled. "You would think you would, if anything, say it behind my back, but to my face? You're horrible!"

Inuyasha winced. "Thanks. Anyways, come on now. Stop crying. You're boyfriend is being restrained right now from killing me and I think Sango is getting pretty tired Ms. Higurashi."

"Like I said –or started to say before you cut me off- earlier yesterday morning, my name is Kagome. Just call me that and the same goes for Miroku and he's not my boyfriend."

She gave him a stern look and Inuyasha winced once more. He never knew such a woman to give him such a hard time. She was practically recalling everything and throwing it back at him! Still, the feeling of guilt was inside him and he helped her up. "Then call me Inuyasha."

"Thanks," Kagome said quietly and once she stood up fully, she wiped away the dirt that stuck to her knees. She waved Miroku and Sango over and Miroku stormed over, giving Inuyasha a warning look before looking back to the body.

"God, that's disgusting. Who could do such a thing?"

Kagome followed his gaze and answered almost automatically, her mind suddenly in a trance. They were calling her…pleading with her… "A broken mind."

Inuyasha nodded and looked towards Sango. "What do you think the cause of death was? Do you think she bled?-"

"No," Kagome answered, her voice hollow, haunted. "No. That's not how it was done."

Inuyasha looked towards Kagome, eyeing her suspiciously. "What do you mean? How would you know?"

"The killer wanted to see her face. Her terror."

Miroku placed a hand on Kagome's arm, shaking her slightly. "Kagome, stop this. Come on. Let's get back to the shrine."

Kagome merely shrugged her arm out of his grasp and walked closer towards the body, almost right beside it. "You won't find footprints and you won't find any fingerprints either. The killer was careful. The plan was very thought out."

"What is she doing?" Sango asked Miroku. "She looks like she's in a trance."

"She has a…history…" Miroku started. He was about to continue when Kagome bent down, almost touching the body.

"They lied Miroku," she murmured. "Just like she did. Just like Yuri."

"How does she know Yuri's name? How does she know that's Yuri's body?" Inuyasha asked. "Did you meet her yesterday? At the market maybe?"

"No," Miroku shook his head, surprised. "We didn't talk to anyone and the place was practically deserted. I never knew this woman existed."

"Rage, hate…that's what caused Yuri to die. The killer didn't like the way she looked. It was too familiar. Too painful. The killer made sure to watch the face as the hands that held her neck strangled her. Evil watched her die with a smile on its lips."

Kagome unfolded Yuri's hands and tilted her head curiously when she saw the object in it. It was a black shard that had an inner glow of pink. Pulling out her necklace from under her t-shirt, Kagome stared at the half-piece of jewellery.

"It's part of the other half of my necklace…" she murmured and then, she stiffened, her eyes grew dull and her pupils enlarged until only a thin rim of her chocolate brown eyes were left.

Kagome then spoke distantly as if she were in a far away place as she recited the last paragraph of her story. "And there she laid, forever in lost slumber in a land to never be comprehended. Killed for no sin but killed by sin itself, her features forever destroyed because in this case, looks can kill."

Next Chapter: Unsure -"The chill of death," Kagome muttered, "is a horrible thing. I…I didn't expect it. It was just when I saw her, something inside of me clicked and everything was going through me so fast, I couldn't stop."

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