Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Inuyasha or any of it's characters, I also am not making any money from this fanwork.
"nervous tension"
There was a nervous tension in the lines of the young detectives shoulders when he stepped through her door in his traditional kosode and hakama.
She was a lovely woman, with long, dark hair that flowed down her back, and a determination in her eyes as she looked over the stack of files scattered haphazardly atop her desk. The entire place was covered in smeared ink and coffee stains, smelling of frustration and excitement and female.
Her office was a pleasant diversion from the smells of testosterone and competition that saturated the rest of the station and made him want to sneeze.
Young, as well; fresh. This was probably to be one of her first big cases. And Shippou silently pondered that for a moment, his mind rolling over the facts of her as he tried to come to the conclusion of why she had been chosen to bear the honor of his company.
So he looked closer at the files scattered about er desk, and his eyes widened slightly at the information he saw there.
The Kuma Bandit's name was splashed across every page, next to the flowing, scrawled script of someone who spent many hours pouring over the content.
"So you are a fan I of my quarry, I see. Interesting."
Her head snapped up at his words, bringing him into her notice, and she stood the moment her eyes settled on him, bowing quickly in greeting.
And making her necklace drop from the cleaving of her shirt at the intensity of the movement.
Startling him into reaching toward her to take the charm into his hand and weigh it against his palm.
It's surface was worn, the corners chips and bright paint faded, but it was unmistakeable a spinning top, strung on a chain.
Unmistakably his.
She nodded at that. "My name is Kikuch Rinniko, but please, call me Rin. And yes. You could say that I have an interest in the man."
"Mizushima Shippou, and you've met him then I take it. What a surprising turn of events; no one ever has before." realization hit in mere seconds, and his eyes widened marginally before he managed to hide the emotion. Images of a rumpled child with a soft voice and wonder in her gaze assaulted his mind, before he understood what a threat she could be. Someone who knew who he was. "Does your superior know of your encounter with the man?"
She shook her head. "No, Mizushima-sama. There has never been a need to tell anyone of the event before today."
He nodded sharply at that, dropping the charm back into her shirt. "Good. Let no one know that you have met this man; it will give us the advantage."
Note: Evening, ladies and gentleman.