Hi everyone. I'm very sorry for the slow update. I just finished my exams where I would study for 10 hours each day. No joke. So that was basically a week of my life gone. Hence a week behind update. I will update faster, usually every two weeks until Loyal Traitor is done. That's only two more chapters anyways so the updates after that will become much more frequent.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Ordinary

Chapter One: Death Wish

No. It wasn't possible. Couldn't be possible.

Shouldn't be possible.

But she knew it was. She knew that her psychic abilities weren't going to end there. After the murders that took place in Trite five years ago, everything went eerily…silent. As if the voices pressed the mute button and she was left to be alone, with Inuyasha by her side to help. She knew the voices weren't actually gone but muffled, and she could only believe that it was due to Inuyasha, and their connection.

But now, Inuyasha was so far away. And now, the voices were back.

With a new imaginary friend.

'Who are you?' Kagome demanded once more, terrified. Miroku was in the other room, and she knew that if she yelled for him that he would appear in moments. But she wanted to be alone and it was harder to concentrate with another presence.

Oh, come on my dear Kagome. Don't you hate us? Me? These voices? They're a bitch to deal with. I would know.

Kagome shook her head, as if her imaginary friend could see. 'I don't understand…'

We're your worst nightmare? Am I wrong?

Kagome didn't know what to say. The voice was right.

I know I am.

Kagome shivered. Naturally, the voice should've answered or made a further statement on the previous question. But Kagome knew the voice was answering her inner-most thoughts.

'Who are you?' Kagome asked again, trying desperately to make a connection with the intruder. 'What do you want?'

I'm not who you think I am, the male voice cooed. The voice grew gradually softer than the roar it had been in her mind earlier. And what I want? Well, are you sure you want to know? You won't live if I tell you.

'You know who the killer is? You know who killed Sasara Fumito?'

The male voice laughed, the sound booming once more. Do you have a death wish? Because if not, you'll get one.

"I don't understand. What are you trying to tell me?" Kagome screamed out loud, frustrated. "I can't help you if you don't tell me who you are, what you want and if you don't tell me who killed this girl!"

Just then, the door to the joint bedroom opened and Miroku stumbled in, eyes wide. "Kagome! Who are you talking to?"

That was all it took. The connection was broken and Kagome felt the natural roar of the voices in her mind. They were singing, as one, in broken chords with some shrieking like they were burning at the stake. It was chilling, but Kagome could do nothing to stop it. But that song…

When I see you again, it'll be with arms wide full of love. And I'll see you again; it'll be the day I'll live for, even when I'm dead…

"I'm fine, Miroku," Kagome said, frowning. "Just the voices are bothering me."

She wouldn't tell him, not yet.

"You should go back to bed," Miroku said softly. "You're tired and this is clearly draining you. I recommend that you don't look in the mirror."

I gave a small smile. "Thanks."

"But seriously," he continued. "Inuyasha banging on the door will surely wake you up, and I know you'll rest better when he's here anyways. Do you want me to stay with you?"

Kagome eyed the double bed cautiously.

"No! No. I'll relax in the chair. And I'll open the door so you can get the hugs and I'll get the shoulder to the face when he barges in."

This time, Kagome really smiled. "Thanks Miroku. And I'll take you up on your offer."

Kagome crawled over to the bed and snuggled deep under the covers. The sun was already up and Kagome knew Inuyasha should be there in an hour and she really should have been waiting…

But her eyes were so heavy that they felt like sandpaper. The cool sheets helped to calm her nerves and Miroku's relaxed humming made her feel safe and secure. It was past nine, but it felt like one in the morning…

Soon, and Kagome wasn't aware of it, but darkness ebbed around her mind and slowly, it was taken in by the lull of her dreams.

There was a very strange, very loud ticking noise beside her ear. Her eyes, feeling just as heavy as they had felt earlier, slowly opened and Kagome rolled her head to the side. She expected to see the blinding light from the mid-afternoon sun. She had, after all, gone back to bed at nine in the morning.

But she didn't open her eyes to a light-filled room. Instead, the room she was in was engulfed by darkness. She waited patiently for her eyes to adjust, but she realized moments later that nothing was happening. Either she was blind, or it was pitch black in the room.

"Miroku?" Kagome called out, not moving from her position on the bed. Her breathing hitched and suddenly sped up with the rate of heart. "Miroku, where are you?"

Nothing.

There was absolutely nothing.

Ever so slowly, Kagome shifted her body so that she was on the very edge of the bed. She only had to move her legs, since her head was already resting gently on the side. She reached out with her hand to find the lamp and turn it on. It was way too dark to see. And where was her alarm clock? But even as Kagome laid her hand on the smooth surface of the wooden table, she could feel nothing on it.

What the hell was going on?

"Inuyasha?" Kagome called out, more out of desperation than any other emotion. "What's going on?" The last part of the sentence came out in a choked sob. She didn't understand how she was suddenly so alone. Miroku said he was going to stay with her, so why was he–

Gone? Dearest, they're all gone.

"What?" Kagome mumbled. "Who are you?" But she knew who it was. It was the killer. A voice so dark and laced with malice that the evil within it was unmistakable, and yet, she swore she had heard it from somewhere.

They're going to be gone. Forever. And ever. Just like Sasara. Just like the others that are going to die. And there will be others. Many others. All of them dead, singing the song in which I wrote.

"And when I see you again, it'll be with arms wide full of love. And I'll see you again; it'll be the day I live for, even when I'm dead…"

With arms full of love, I'll hold you and kiss you. Love you forever until death do us part, and death will do us part, for I am long, long dead. I am…

"What?"

You'll be dead, Ms. Higurashi. That's what you'll be. But not yet. Eventually. If you hadn't interfered than I wouldn't have even considered killing you, murdering you with my own hands. But you did, you fucking bitch, so now I'm going to kill you.

Kagome sobbed harder, holding her hands tighter against her ears. This wasn't happening. Not now. Everything was so dark. So, so dark. And him, so evil and demanding. Her life was once again threatened. Why her? Why?

Watch yourself darling. I'll be killing you, the voice said like a parting goodbye. Only 'seeing' was the usually word choice instead of killing.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die…" she murmured over and over again. It was her mantra, her last will to stay alive.

Suddenly, her body was forced forwards violently. She fell off the bed, her head smashing against the floor. Strangely she felt no pain, only pain in her arms, crushing…tightening…

"Kagome! Wake up!"

She shuddered, her body wracking with the sobs that escaped her lips.

"Kagome!"

It was like she was breathing for the first time. Her eyes flew open and the world around her was blinding. The light that shone into her eyes made her shut them closed but just as soon as the light came, it disappeared again. Or dimmed.

Kagome opened her eyes, squinting at first, until she realized who was on top of her.

"Inuyasha?" Her voice sounded weak and pathetic. His amber eyes, so deep and full of liquid gold, were staring at her with the intensity she remembered when he woke her up the first time she had a bad dream.

"I'm right here Kagome. You were having a bad dream. I'm right here love. Right here."

"Inuyasha?" Kagome mumbled again, her weak hands fumbling for his shirt. Once it was in her hands, she grasped it tightly, making sure it was real. Making sure he was real.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome sobbed, tears falling down her face. Her chest heaved up and down from the effort and before she knew it, Inuyasha's lips crashed upon hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her so tightly that he could never escape. Never.

He broke apart briefly, a whispered "I'm not leaving" reaching her ears before she pulled him to her again. She couldn't believe that he was here, that he was holding her and kissing her. It seemed like only a second that he was on top of her, but he pulled apart and shifted so that they were facing each other on the side.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his amber eyes full of worry as he traced his thumb down her jaw. "You were screaming about not wanting to die."

Kagome stiffened slightly, unwillingly remembering the darkness she had just experienced. "It was just a bad dream."

He raised a brow, a smirk crossing his lips. "Are you sure?"

She couldn't meet his eyes. Instead, she held out her hand. He took it without hesitation, and Kagome had the strange feeling that he was going to do it anyways regardless if she had offered it or not. But that would be so like him to do that, especially if he felt that there was a need.

She watched his amber eyes as they dilated and knew without a doubt that hers were too. This is what happened when he went into her mind. This is what happened when they went in deep.

Minutes passed by and the only thing that went on between them was the steady rise and fall of each others' chests. His mind was within hers, searching and reliving everything that she went through in her dream. She relaxed, taking a deep breath as she too relived it. Inuyasha's thumb suddenly stroked the back of her hand, and she smiled slightly.

Without letting go of her hand, he sighed. "Who was he?"

"I don't know," Kagome answered honestly. They were no longer connected but he would know if she was lying to him. "But it was…evil."

"The police have already removed her body," he murmured. "They look SOL for leads though. The captain looked pretty frustrated."

There was a long, hesitating silence for a moment. Kagome looked up to meet his eyes, still changing back to their natural look. She knew what he was going to say and she waited, patiently, while he thought it out.

"What did you do?"

"I don't know how I interfered," she replied. "I talked to a lot of people yesterday. With that signing earlier, shopping after, dinner and so on, I could've interfered anywhere. I don't honestly know."

Inuyasha growled softly, his hand moving from her hand to her waist as he pulled her closer. "Not again."

"I'm not going to die Inuyasha."

He raised a brow. "Not while I'm here. And I'm not going to be stupid again. You're going to stay by my side twenty-four-seven. You are not leaving me."

"Never?"

"Never."

"How about showering?"

"…Is that supposed to change my mind any?"

"I suppose not."

"You supposed right."

Kagome laughed. "I'll be fine."

"When you're beside me. Which will be always."

Sighing and realizing that she wasn't going to win, Kagome stopped talking. For a moment. "So what are we going to do now?"

"Well Miroku called that bookstore you were supposed to be signing at and he held it until four. Therefore, you still have two hours before you've got to be there."

Kagome smiled. "And what are you going to be doing while I'm signing?"

"Watching you, obviously."

Kagome scowled. "Obviously."

Neither Kagome nor Inuyasha nor Miroku heard anything more about the murder. As of yet, police had not come to the room asking questions. They figured that it was only a matter of time and that there was no point in leaving any earlier or later to avoid or wait for them. When it was three-thirty, the three of them left the hotel and only Kagome had her eyes down in front of her. Inuyasha and Miroku both played the part of the curious nosy guests. Although, Kagome was positive that Inuyasha wasn't playing anything.

"Something's up," Inuyasha finally said when they got to Kagome's Maserati. "It looks like the captain and his sergeants were having an argument."

"Could you tell about what?" Miroku asked, peeking his head out from the back.

Inuyasha shook his head. "No idea. I guess only time will tell."

"Yeah, time," Kagome muttered under her breath and although Inuyasha heard, he chose not to comment. Maybe because he understood after he relived her dream. Or maybe he was thinking about it himself. Either way, Kagome didn't have a good feeling and she didn't feel like time was something they had.

Captain Menomaru Seki had never felt more pissed off in his entire life. A dead, thirty-two year old woman turned up in a nearly full hotel in one of the busiest cities in the country. ID had confirmed her. Goddamn. Briscoe was a city packed of wishful hopefuls and daydreamers, wishing to be famous –the next Megan Fox per say. Most of them ended up working part-time jobs and living in an apartment not suitable for rats, but that's what happened to big cities with big dreams. The dreams always get bigger than the city.

But right now, the city was hardly to blame. Ms. Sasara Fumito was found dead in her hotel bedroom, with her still wet crimson blood staining the mattress. She was a beautiful young thing –blonde, petit with green eyes. Except now her blonde hair was dyed red, her petit frame looked like if you touched it, it would fall apart and her green eyes would never be shown to anyone ever again.

"Nothing's broken or out of order from a first glance. Of course forensics will have to sort it out further but I don't doubt his entry was the only door to the entire room."

Menomaru scowled at the realization. "Anything else Hari?"

Sergeant Hari Kawakami shook her head, her violet but nearly white waist-length hair shimmering. "Nothing else in the form leads. She was sleeping and he just came in and killed her."

"I want you to double-check with Maiho to see when forensics will get here. And I also want you to tell him that I will talk with the commissioner when I'm done here. I don't have time to have him breathing down my neck."

"Understood," Hari said and walked away to fulfill his wishes.

Turning around, Menomaru sighed when he saw Ruri Shima, his other sergeant, walking up with a manila folder in her hands. "What do you got for me?"

"A possible lead. Last night, Ms. Fumito called a long-distance number. They talked for over an hour until midnight."

"Midnight?" Menomaru scowled again. "The mortician claims that as her ETD. Shit. So what? She was on the phone, she gets tired, hangs up and then...gets murdered? Doc was pretty sure for an ETD, it was close. Her AC was on low, so we had a better approximation to go by."

"Maybe she wasn't asleep yet," Ruri confirmed. "It's possible. I ask for records as to when the room was entered using the card-key. The last time was at 6 p.m., and she ordered room service at 6:30. An officer is already talking to the bellboy and taking his prints for comparison."

"Prints on the doorknob?"

She nodded.

"What's in the folder?" Menomaru asked unwillingly.

Ruri shrugged. "The card-key records since the room has been in her possession, her information from check-in and duration, as well as phone records and orders."

"Good. I want you to go back to the department and have all of that sorted through. Inside and out. I want everything in chronological order, in one long list."

Before Ruri could respond, Hari returned. "Maiho understands. Forensics should be here within a half hour."

"Okay good, both of you," Menomaru stated, smiling crookedly. "Hari go with Ruri back to the department. I need you to sort through the paperwork and go see the mortician for his preliminary. Also, I want both of you to find whoever the hell she was talking to on the phone and I need someone to confirm her identity."

Hari and Ruri both exchanged glances. He could tell what was going on. Best friends practically since birth, Hari and Ruri knew each other better than the backs of their hands. And they knew him pretty damn well too, considering he knew shit about them. Where they were strong in connection, the two were physically opposites. Hari had hair that was nearly white, with only a slight violet tinge to stop it from being the colour of snow. She was much paler than her other, with waist-length hair and small milky brown eyes. Ruri on the other hand was much more petit in frame, with large dark brown eyes and blue hair that was always clipped into two tight buns at the top of her head.

"Captain, we have a question," Ruri began.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Hari finished.

Menomaru sighed. He knew this was coming. "I don't think I have a choice, ladies. With her potential to match the other two victims…"

"But the M.O. is completely different," Hari argued.

Ruri, as always, finished. "Which also gives the potential for a completely coincidental set of murders."

He looked at them both, raising a brow.

"I don't believe in coincidences," both Ruri and Hari muttered, mocking his voice.

"So help it is?" Hari continued.

"Help it is."

Ruri sighed. "I hate these days."

Her hair was in a short cut, sort of like a bob, without being so old-fashioned. Her eyes were green, a boring green but darker than usual, spicing it up. Her skin was pale and her figure was petit. She was short and didn't like to wear heels. She went for a more natural look over one full of makeup. That was the basics of her whole self.

That's why Tsuya Atsuko didn't understand why she had to die. It didn't seem fair, not in the least bit. What had she ever done to deserve such a terrible fate?

Murder. She cringed at the thought. It would be a bloody murder too. Her eyes would probably be left open, blood pooling around her… But she couldn't think about that now. She was with him. Her lover.

"You seriously don't look okay," he murmured, mostly under his breath. "I just worry about you when you get this preoccupied. There's always something big going on if you start to act like this."

Tsuya smiled and hugged his arm closer to her body. They were walking down the street, she thinking about her last moments on earth while he was so blissfully unaware. "Don't worry about me," Tsuya urged for the millionth time. "I'm fine, really."

He glared at her. "I don't believe you."

She chose not to answer him and it was a good thing too. Because all of a sudden, she felt him –it. That evil, that presence, that lurking sensation of her soon-to-come doom. It was right there, on the street, somewhere…

She stopped and turned around, looking up and down the busy streets of Briscoe as her heart sank. There were so many people, she wouldn't be able to pick out anyone out of the ordinary. Especially if she only felt him and had never seen him before.

Yes, that evil that had just passed was going to be the cause of her death. She could feel it, feel it. The evil. Evil had thoughts too. Never a horn and a tail to stick out and show the whole world. Just a mask were a face was. A friendly face.

The only reason she wasn't locked up in her room was that she had an advantage over him. She was psychic and she wasn't going down without a fight.

Once upon a time,

In a faraway land,

Lived a witch, so powerful and strong,

That she changed the future.

She changed the M.O.,

She changed the reasons,

She changed every fucking thing about it.

And why?

Because she's a fucking bitch.

A bitch who has to die.

Slow and painful.

Painful and slow.

And she will die, trust me.

Because even if I don't kill her, she'll die eventually.

Soon.

She does have a death wish after all…

So there you have it. I know there are a lot of points-of-view in this chapter but it was necessary for the fun to begin!

Please review and tell me what you think.