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The
window shattered outward, and the people on the street screamed and ran out of the way. Someone had thrown something out the
window. A shrill scream rang out from the object, and everyone watched in silent horror as the dark-haired woman tumbled down
seven stories before striking the ground.
She looked like a broken doll.
Her lacy white blouse was splattered with blood, and her neck twisted sideways at a grotesque angle. Her legs stuck out from
under her scarlet skirt as though she were running. Her soft gray eyes were still and wide, and a trickle of blood ran from
her mouth.
"Good god! Somebody call an ambulance!" Someone shouted, and
there were screams. It finally dawned on the people what they were seeing. A woman had just fallen to her death.
"Call
the police!" another voice shrieked.
* * * * * * *
"Kikyo Himoda,
age twenty-two." The police officer said softly as they zipped the black body bag shut. Her burgundy eyes watched sadly, the
dead woman was famous, and it was she who would be the one to write up what had happened. Kikyo, the greatest actress since
Judy Garland, had been murdered. However, until she could get up to the woman's apartment, she dared not voice her opinions.
Sango
shook her head. When she'd become a police officer, she'd wanted to help keep scum off the street, but somehow she'd ended
up working homicide, trying to catch them after they've done their worse. She sighed, the warrant would be here in a matter
of minutes, and then she and a team would go up and see what they could find. It wouldn't be pretty, if Sango was right.
"Officer
Higurashi?" a younger officer said, "We've got the warrant."
"Good." Sango
nodded and marched into the apartment building. Kikyo's apartment was going to yield a great deal of evidence.
* * * * * * *
Inuyasha Kimadora
strummed his fingers on the door of the limousine. Kikyo was going to kill him! He was already two hours late, and she would
be fuming. Well, not really. Kikyo never really got mad at him, she would just tell him how disappointed she was, and not
mention it again. Somehow, that made him feel worse than if she'd screamed and yelled.
Inuyasha
stopped tapping his fingers on the door, and reached into his breast pocket. It was still safe, the perfect two karat diamond
ring. Tonight was the night. Tonight he would ask her. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment for nearly three weeks now,
and he'd finally decided. He squirmed out of his uncomfortable jacket and lay it on the seat. He'd always hated the jackets
to suits. The diamond seemed to wink at him, promising him happiness.
He
snapped the lid shut and tucked it back into his jacket, now laying on the seat of the limo and pulled down a mirror from
the ceiling. He grimaced irritably, wishing he could do something about his ears. They were just like a dog's peeping out
of his silver hair. Some women were afraid of him, because his demon blood was so evident. However it had, if nothing else,
helped him become a successful businessman. Inuyasha seemed intimidating. That's how he had become CEO of Tetsusaiga Industries,
the largest producer of military weapons in Japan at the age of twenty-four. Tetsusaiga Industries, named after the legendary
sword of protection, was helping to protect the country and the people in it from anyone who would harm them.
A
lot of people refused to trust demons, even though the wars between humans and demons had been over for nearly three hundred
years. It was as though they could not get past the idea that the demons had super-human strength, and that somehow that made
them bad.
Inuyasha shook his head. Kikyo wasn't like that. She was incredible.
She was beautiful, graceful, intelligent. . . Inuyasha smiled, "And she's all mine!" he smirked.
Suddenly,
the limo driver stopped. Inuyasha peered out the window, what was going on? They had barricades set up. They were diverting
all the traffic away from the street where Kikyo lived.
"Sir, I'm sorry,
I don't think we're going to get through." The limo driver apologized.
"It's
okay. I'll walk. Wait here, okay?" The limo driver pulled off along the sidewalk, and Inuyasha jumped out, and began his jog
down the street. He arrived thirty minutes later, after having been stopped four times. No one seemed to want anyone down
here, then Inuyasha saw why.
* * * * * * *
Kikyo's apartment
was in perfect condition, minus her broken window. The furniture was perfectly arranged, the mantles dusted, the bed made,
even the laundry basket was empty. Nothing at all was out of place. It really wasn't that surprising, considering Kikyo was
known to be an obsessive neat freak. However, one thing was out of place, a navy blue jacket lay sloppily over the back of
the pristine white sofa. It wasn't a woman's jacket, so it didn't belong to Kikyo. Sango carefully picked up the garment,
careful that it didn't touch her skin, only her rubber gloves. "Hey Curt! Come here!" The young police officer rushed up to
her awkwardly. "Get a bag to take this down for analysis. See what they can find out about it." Sango stared at the coat,
and noticed the tag. Inside, in carefully stitched silver letters, the name Inuyasha Kimadora graced the label.
Sango
smirked, every piece of evidence was valuable, and this one had just given her a very good idea of who may have pushed Kikyo
out the window.
* * * * * * *
There were
police officers outside Kikyo's apartment. A sickening feeling washed over Inuyasha. What if someone had broken into Kikyo's
apartment? She'd be a mess. He ducked past several police officers and made his way up the stairs to her apartment. Police
officers were crowded outside the door. "Officer?" He called, motioning to a dark haired woman holding a blue coat. "What
happened here? Is Kikyo alright?" He asked fearfully.
The woman looked
at him emotionlessly, "Who are you?"
"Inuyasha Kimadora, I'm Kikyo's boyfriend,
is she here? Was she hurt?" Inuyasha asked fearfully, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He felt like his heart was falling
to his feet.
"How did you get past the officers downstairs? You're walking
through a crime scene." She demanded.
"Damn it! Just tell me what happened
to Kikyo!" Inuyasha demanded furiously.
The woman looked at him a moment,
"Kikyo fell through her window."
"Oh my god!" Inuyasha croaked, "What hospital
is she at?"
"Sir, she didn't go to a hospital, she went to the morgue."
The police officer whispered, carefully watching his expression. Here he was, the owner of the blue jacket she held. He was
definitely putting on a good show, but she was still sure, after all, all criminals slip up, even ones like Inuyasha Kimadora.
He was a master of deception after all, he was a very wealthy and powerful man.
Inuyasha
suddenly felt faint. He stumbled against the wall and slid to the floor. "God, no! You're lying! Tell me you're lying!" He
demanded weakly.
Suddenly Sango felt a twinge of doubt. He wasn't acting
the part of a man trying to deceive the police. If he were, then he should have been the actor, not Kikyo. "Kimadora, what
are you doing here? Why are you at Kikyo's apartment?"
Inuyasha stared
at her dumbly for a moment, "I - We were going out to eat, at Chez Renee tonight. She wanted me to pick her up but I was late.
I'm an hour late. I'm late. . ." he murmured. He kept repeating himself. And Sango jumped out of her daze, he was going into
shock.
"Curt! Get a paramedic! He's going into shock." She shouted.
Inuyasha
stared blankly ahead. He'd been late. He was late. He was too late.
* * * * * * *
Kagome yawned.
Calculus was so boring, and her professor insisted on calling on her all the time. He didn't like her for some reason, and
she had no idea why. He was just sort of surly with her, almost as though he expected her to be a troublemaker. "I've never
been a troublemaker in my life!" she said irritably, slamming her book shut. She'd been studying for three hours now and her
brain had officially shut down. "I wanted to be a teacher, not a flipping math wiz." She complained.
"Fooooooood.
. ." She moaned and leaned back in her chair and let her head fall back over the back of it, staring at the clock, now upside
down from her chair. "I need chow!" She said and whirled around. "Mmmmm! We have peanut butter cookies in the fridge!" and
took off for the kitchen.
* * * * * * *
Kagome
grinned as she stuffed a fourth cookie into her mouth. "Yum. . ." She said cheerfully.
The
door flung open and Sango walked in. "I'm so tired!" She complained seating herself by the table and flopping her head down
on it with a thud.
"That sounded like it hurt." Kagome remarked, reaching
for another cookie.
"It did." Sango replied, "Don't you dare, Kagome."
She said raising her head. "I know you. That's probably the third one you've had and you always complain that you're gaining
weight."
Kagome frowned at her sister, "That's not entirely fair!"
Sango
stared at her, "What? You freaked out last week when you discovered you'd gained two whole pounds. Woopidy doo."
She
laughed and stuffed another cookie in her mouth, "I don't care right now. Mr. Snider's giving me a "D" this marking period.
I've never had a "D" before!"
Sango shook her head, "You always have to
be difficult don't you." She said and took the cookies from her sister. "What would my baby sister do without me?"
Kagome
glared at her, "Get more cookies." She replied, "Besides, I'm only two years younger than you!"
"Oh,
and a twenty-one year old is upset because she's not getting the cookies she wants? That's mature!" Sango remarked knowingly.
"Shut
up!" Kagome whined good-naturedly. "How was your day?"
Sango sighed and
wrapped the saran wrap around the cookies. "You know. It sucked. You know Kikyo Himoda?"
"Ummm.
. ." Kagome mumbled, "Yeah! Now I remember! She played in that movie with the girl who went back in time!"
"Yeah.
Well, she died today. I'm in charge of her case." Sango said wearily.
Kagome
stared at her for a second. "She died? How?"
Sango glared at her, "You
know very well that I can't discuss a case with you. Besides, it'll be in the papers tomorrow." Sango sighed and wandered
into the living room, flopping down on the sofa. She pulled her hair scrunchie out and stared up at the ceiling. Kagome followed
her, flipping off the lights in the kitchen and flipping the ones in the living room on.
"Tell
me again, Kagome." She said sadly, "Why I wanted to be a police officer. Tell me why."
Kagome
shook her head sadly, "You wanted to help people. To protect them, and since being a roaming superhero was out of the question,
you decided to go to the police academy."
Sango frowned and closed her
eyes, "Why am I doing this anymore? I mean, once someone's dead, you can't help them anymore! They're just dead! Worm food!"
Kagome
rubbed her sister's shoulders, "I dunno sis. I think it's because you know that you're still doing good."
Sango
didn't answer, "Go on, you need to study, and I need sleep."
Kagome left,
more worried about her sister than she'd ever been before. Sango was getting burned out. Kagome sighed and pulled her door
shut after her. She had a test tomorrow and she was nowhere near ready.
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