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Sergeant
Hojo Yoshiroki sat at his desk, staring at the pictures before him. "It doesn't make a bit of sense." He said. Photo after
photo, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. In fact, the only bit of evidence they'd come across was Kimadora's jacket
found in her room. For some reason that drove Hojo crazy. Something wasn't quite right about that. Wasn't Inuyasha supposed
to be in San Francisco that day? How did his jacket get there.
Sango Higurashi
walked through the door, and dropped a manila folder on his desk. "It's gotta be a suicide." She told him.
Hojo
shook his head, "Why would she kill herself?"
Sango pointed to the folder,
"It's the autopsy, read it."
"What did they find?" he questioned, opening
the file. He scanned it disinterestedly, but his eyes widened in surprise, "She had. . ." he murmured slowly.
"Shikon
in her system." Sango finished.
Hojo stared at the paper in shock, "That
doesn't make any sense. Kikyo was an advocate for the anti-drugs movement. Why would she have had Shikon No Tama in her system!
That stuff's the worse on the drug market!"
Sango frowned, "It messes with
your mind big time. It's likely she freaked out and fell."
Hojo shook his
head, "No. I want you to keep an eye on Inuyasha Kimadora." He told her, "He used to have an addiction to that stuff didn't
he. I remember it from the news. Nearly lost him his position as CEO. Besides, wasn't his coat found at the scene?"
Sango
frowned, "I don't think he's a likely suspect." She argued, "He went into shock when I told him about her death."
Tapping
his fingers on the folder, Hojo stared at her for a moment, "I don't care. These people are incredible actors sometimes, Sango.
Just trust me, he's a suspect."
"Sir," she said, "I know he didn't do it."
"You
may leave now." Hojo told her. She glared at him and stormed out, slamming his door. Sango had the makings of a great officer
someday, but she was too stubborn. She would get a notion in her head, and it was nearly impossible to get her to give up
her hunch. Well, it was lucky that her hunches were usually right.
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Kagome
blinked rapidly trying to remember the formula for the horizontal hyperbola. "Uhhhh." She mumbled.
The
teacher shook his head, "Higurashi, why do you think you can be a teacher if you can't even remember something as simple as
the formula for a horizontal hyperbola!" He demanded irritably, and turned back to the board.
"Since
you can't remember that formula, how about this one? Tell me the equation for a vertical ellipse, with a minor axis of seven,
focused at the points [8,3] and [-12,3]." He asked, sticking his chalk in his mouth like a cigarette.
Kagome
stared at him, "I'm sorry Mr. Snider, I honestly don't know."
He shook
his head and yanked the chalk out of his mouth, leaving a white streak across his puffy brown mustache, "Of course you don't.
Take my advice, Higurashi. Drop out of college, apply for a job at McDonald's, and quit wasting your money. You're never going
to get through college."
Kagome glared at him hatefully and burst into
tears. She gathered her things and ran through the door. The teacher shook his head and watched her go. Where did they get
these idiots from anymore?
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Kagome
rubbed her eyes. She didn't have time to be miserable, she was already late, and her boss at the hospital hated it when she
was late. He was going to be mad at her, she could see it all now.
The
hospital was just on the next block, and it looked like it was going to start raining at any moment. She broke into a jog,
hoping to get to the hospital before it started. She arrived just as the sky broke loose, and escaped with only a few drops
on her clothes.
She sighed and adjusted her blue jacket. It identified
he as a volunteer and gave her access to the rooms of the patients. "Hey Naomi." She said as she walked up to the desk, "Where's
that clipboard at, it's missing again, and I don't want Dr. Hayami to know I'm late again."
"Over
there." The chocolate-skinned girl said. "I think. . ."
"Yeah, I see it.
I hope he doesn't find out." She remarked, hastily scribbling her name and arrival time down.
"He
already knows." A low confident voice said behind her. Naomi grinned, and immediately, Kagome knew who it was.
"Hey
Miroku. Don't even think about it, you'll bring back a stub it you touch me." She warned, turning to see the friendly intern
turn red.
"Ah, the fair maiden Kagome. How could you think such a terrible
thing of me?" Miroku said, with a mockingly hurt expression as he pulled his hands away from the area around her rear.
"Go
bug Naomi. She actually like you, you pervert." Kagome laughed.
"Aw!" Naomi
laughed, "Come here Miroku, I'll give you a hug! But only if you behave."
Miroku
made his way around the desk, and hugged her, making faces at Kagome the whole time. Kagome laughed and turned down the hall,
but not before she heard a loud smack, followed by, "I told you to behave, you letch!"
Kagome
started her rounds, basically checking in and seeing if anyone wanted a drink or wanted to call anyone. She also kept people
company and helped pass out medicine. One after another, she checked off the names on her list. She didn't really need to,
though, because she always took care of the southern wing, visiting all the people on her list.
Soon
her list was completed, but there was still a room left. Curious, Kagome peered inside. A handsome man lay on a mattress,
obviously heavily sedated. Kagome stared at him a moment. He was demon, or at least partly demon. She could tell because he
had fuzzy white dog-ears, much like a Spitz has. Curiosity finally overtook her and she walked up closer to his bed, examining
him intently.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open, and he stared at her with
a mix of joy and shock.
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Inuyasha
was swimming in a world of black and gray. Sedatives, he mused silently, struggling to figure out where he was. The last thing
he could remember was the police officer, the one in Kikyo's apartment. Kikyo. . . there was something he needed to remember,
something happened to her. What was it. . .
He felt a presense by him and
he forced his eyes open, and his heart lept. "Kikyo. . ." He whispered, snapping his arm out and grabbing her wrist. A flood
of shocked happiness swept over him.
"Let go of me!" She exclaimed, trying
to pull away, "Let go!"
"Kikyo?" Inuyasha asked, his eyes struggling to
focus on her despite the medication they'd given him.
"My name's Kagome!
Let go of me!" She screeched, slapping his hand furiously with her free arm.
"You're
not her. You're not Kikyo." He stated in wonder, staring at her, and loosening his grip. Slowly things were coming into focus,
slowly he could remember. He remembered what happened to Kikyo. She was dead.
"I
know!" She said angrily, and rubbed her hand. Dark bruises were already forming on her pale skin. "What's wrong with you?"
Inuyasha
glared at her, how dare she trick him like that! "Who are you?" He demanded.
"I'm
Kagome! I volunteer here!" She said glaring back at him furiously.
"Get
out!" He bellowed, "How dare you come in my room!"
Kagome stared at him,
"Excuse me?"
"Get out!" He bellowed again, and Kagome suddenly felt a little
afraid. If he could bruise her wrist like that when he was half-sedated, what could he do when he was fully conscious? She
sent him another scathing glare and turned, marching out of the room.
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Sesshomaru
strummed his fingers against his glass intensely staring at the blood-colored wine filling it. She was late, but she was always
late. Sesshomaru smirked, but that was one of the things he liked about Kagura. She always made him wait for what he wanted.
The
door whispered open, and he heard her stride in, high heels clicking on the marble floor. He could smell her perfume, it was
intoxicating, it sent his sensitive nose reeling. It was like a drug. "You're late." He told her with a smirk. He swiveled
his chair around, and let his eyes explore the woman before him.
She was
as intoxicating to look at as she was to smell. Long legs, dark hair piled upon her head, and eyes the same color as his wine
created this beautiful woman before him. "So?" She replied with a smirk.
"Have
you heard anything out of the Shikon shipment yet?" He asked her calmly.
Kagura
gave him a half smile, "Of course. It's on its way. It'll be on the market by 6:00." She replied.
"Good."
Sesshomaru nodded, "And have you spoken with Hernandez? Did you call for more cocaine?"
"No."
Kagura replied, "I didn't."
Sesshomaru glared at her, "Why not? I specifically
told you-"
"I know what you told me." She snapped irritably, "But you made
a mistake."
He raised his eyebrow, indicating for her to continue, "A mistake?"
"Hernandez
is under investigation. The FBI's crawling all over him. By tomorrow, it'll be all through the papers. You don't want any
ties with him, do you?" she purred.
Sesshomaru smiled at her, she always
seemed to get information ahead of him. "Good. We'll have to find someone else to get our shipments from then."
"Already
under control." She smirked.
"You know." He started with a canine grin,
"There is a reason I keep you around."
"I know." She said, and walked around
his desk, "But I hope it's not just for my business connections." She said, easing her weight onto his lap.
Sesshomaru
grinned at her, "That's definitely not the whole reason."
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