Kagome's POV

The putrid smell of completely black coffee mixed with an omelet completely filled my nostrils on the way home. Hell, I didn't even notice he got this crap on me till just now. With a half growl, half sigh, I rolled the window down and let the night air kiss my cheeks. Taylor Swift's voice wasn't going to help me tonight. I shivered against the wind, a ghost's touch.

I knit my brows in confusion as I approached my home. Why were the lights on? Perhaps my mom really did want to fuss me out after all, but that seemed unlikely. She was hardly ever in parent-mode.

All I really wanted to do was go inside and paint something to end my constant thinking...all I could think about was the rather strange reaction at the coffee shop. Yasha was...questionable. Even his freakin' name was questionable. Inuyasha or Yasha? Was he rude, evil, or witty? It seemed at every turn he was different.

"Damn you Inu...or just Yasha! For being so frustrating!" I cursed against the night air. Hmmm...that felt pretty good.

Wandering toward the door I gasped in surprise at the sight that greeted my eyes. There was grandpa, sitting at the table, and my mom and Souta, both eating some sort of Italian dish.

"Grandpa!"

He rose from his chair and sauntered over to greet me.

"Why hello Kagome!" I giggled at his attempt at sounding proper, "How have you been? You look quite the mess young lady!"

"Yeah Kags. Did you fall in a dump on the way home?" Souta joked.

I scoffed. What a little twerp…

"Now Souta be nice to your sister," my mother admonished, "I bet she's had a rough day. Why don't you go get yourself a bowl of pasta dear?"

I did as told, and grabbed myself a glob of healthy-looking pasta, still in a bit of a haze. Today has just been too weird. I seated myself at the table and waited for Gramps to finish eating before I inquired about his arrival.

After the most intense stare at his moving jaw, it finally quit moving and I could ask him.

"So Gramps...why are you back so soon? I thought you were going to be away for three weeks?"

An air of mystery suddenly filled the air as he leaned in. He clasped his hands together.

"You see...I've been following this case on a murder. This man-animal had the nerve to kill his own father." He took a pause for dramatic effect. I frowned; this one wasn't as interesting as his past ones. My favorite was the one about the girl who stole eight barrels of gummy worms in a candy store.

Resisting the urge to shout "Go on!" he finally continued, "This man...happens to be nearby. I don't want to bore you, but I found leads to where he is now. Turns out he moved here from some miles back."

I rolled my eyes at his vagueness. Souta chimed, "So...did you catch him?"

He started to twiddle his thumbs. "Well...you see...I actually met the guy. He said he needed an attorney first. But don't you worry kiddo! I'm gonna be straight at that place tomorrow!"

I sweat-dropped. "You mean...you didn't just hand-cuff the guy and put him in a cell then let him get his attorney?"

A pregnant pause filled the air. When logic finally seeped through the rusty cranks called his mind, he snapped.

"GOD MOTHER OF WISDOM TEETH!"

Both Souta and I busted out laughing, while my poor mother tried to comfort him.

"I...I completely forgot," His voice barely rose above a whisper. "Why didn't my partner remind me? Jeez I have to do everything around here!"

I felt a twinge of guilt for laughing. Poor Gramps…he never forgot the obvious things like that...

Inuyasha's POV

Sweat soaked my shirt. I could smell my own odor as adrenaline and fear pulsed through my veins, allowing me to be extra alert. Every instinct I had seemed heightened; the air grew crisper and the sound of cars rushing past grew louder. That…that…irritating, irrational, idiotic, evil madwoman! Thinks she's gonna turn me in and get away with it? I didn't even know if it was fear anymore. Was it possible to be fearful and angry at the same time?

I rolled down my window and roared into the wind, yet this did nothing to alleviate my anger. 'Just how the hell did she find out?' I mused. This made such little sense...but somehow she did. But how did she know dammit!?

I needed to make some sort of plan. She could not just throw me in jail for something that wasn't even my fault.

A wicked idea crossed my mind.

Racing down the highway I took a sharp left leading into my neighborhood. The tires created a screeching halt upon meeting their destination, burning rubber into the cement. Without thinking I raced into the house and nearly tripped when I saw my mother. 'Shit...I can't just leave her here...'

Her eyes were closed. Even though she was obviously too far drifted away in the land of sleep, I whispered to her: "Mom...whatever happens...I'll still send you money and check up on you. Okay? I love you. Goodnight."

In the dim reflection from the t.v. her age shown. Wrinkles covered her rubbery-ish skin making her look less like the youthful spirited person she is. She was...getting old.

With a drawn out sigh, my anger partially depleted, I trudged up the stairs to sink into a hot bath, or rather, sink into my thoughts.

I wasn't sure how, but somehow, she was going to pay for trying to turn me in.