Kagome stretched her arms above her head. She was exhausted, and her muscles were screaming in pain. They wanted a hot bath and twelve solid hours of sleep.
          "Hey. . ." a voice said, grabbing her wrist. "What happened here?"
          Kagome pulled away from Miroku, who had been intently examining her bruises. "You know that guy that was in room 312?"
          Miroku nodded, "Inuyasha Kimadora. . . Did he do this to you? It's illegal to attack people. I don't care who he is, I won't have him hurting the volunteers -"
          "No, no it wasn't like that. I kinda scared him. He was just waking up from his sedatives, and he thought I was someone else. He's gone now anyway." Kagome explained, not really wishing to get him in trouble, though he had been incredibly rude, and her wrist was pretty sore. "He called me Kikyo. . . I wonder. . ." she drifted off.
          Miroku stared at her for several seconds, "Wonder what?" he prodded.
          Kagome stared at him thoughtfully for a moment, "Nothing. Never mind. I'm exhausted, and I think I bombed that last test. Man I hate that teacher."
          "I had a rough time with some of my classes." Miroku sympathized, "Especially in my art class. The teacher was beautiful, but-"
          "That's enough! I don't want to know! Silence! I'm going home! I want a bath!" Kagome argued, and made her way down the hall.

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          Sango stared at the lab report on her desk. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. But there it was, clear as day. Inuyasha's coat had traces of Shikon on it. There was no arguing with the proof. Sango glanced at the clock on her wall. "12:30." She remarked wearily and stared at the paper on her desk again.
          For the first time, it looked as though her hunch was wrong. It looked as though Inuyasha might actually have committed the crime. His coat, found at the scene, had traces of a drug in its pockets, a drug that an anti-drug activist was found to have in her system.
          Sango shook her head. No, there was something wrong here! There was something so wrong here! Something was missing. There wasn't enough evidence to convict him, Sango told herself. There had to be!
          It didn't matter. Inuyasha was going to be declared a suspect, if for no other reason than for his coat there. The sergeant told her to deliver him a notice by tomorrow morning, warning him not to leave town. Sango shook her head. Things were not looking good for Inuyasha.
          She sighed and flipped the folder shut over the lab report. It was late, and she'd been at the office for nearly fifteen hours.

 

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          The morning sunlight trickled through Sesshomaru's blinds, and drew bars across his desk. The numbers were off here. There was nearly fifty kilos of cocaine missing, and he couldn't find where they'd gone. "Kagura." He muttered. No doubt she'd found something to do with it. The information was carefully entered into his computer, but not under the title: Cocaine, only an idiot would do that, instead it was labeled: Flour. Sesshomaru smirked. His tracks were well covered, in fact, only he and Kagura knew who the head of the drug ring was. Mostly everyone thought it was old Naraku, Kagura's insane father.
          Sesshomaru let out a dry laugh. Naraku didn't even know where he was. He was kept carefully locked away in a nice padded cell in Sesshomaru's mansion. Naraku was absolutely insane, having, presumably accidentally, overdosed on Shikon five years ago. Sesshomaru wasn't entirely sure it was an accident that Naraku overdosed as Kagura said. "Hey," he mused, "It's her father. She can do what she wants with him."
          Shikon, for humans, was a powerful hallucinogen, highly addictive and a slow killer, meaning and addict could be stuck on the stuff for ten years, and never know it was hurting their body, but it did. Slowly, it would ruin their brain's ability to produce certain hormones, and they would eventually lose control of their limbs. If they made it that long. Generally, they overdosed, trying to get the same high, before their nervous system collapsed. But in demons, it had an entirely different effect. In demons, Shikon slowly deadened the body's pain censors, making them feel and seem invincible, able to go on when mortally wounded. However, in demons, it could also destroy the mind, but for someone to use that much. . . Sesshomaru shook his head, they would need an awful lot of cash.
          Sesshomaru picked up the newspaper and disinterestedly scanned the news. At first, he was shocked to see his half-brother, looking particularly surly with his head stuck out of the window of his limo. Sesshomaru quickly scanned the article, laughing with amusement when he came learned that Inuyasha was a suspect in the Himoda case. He leaned over and pushed the button on his phone linking him to Kagura's office. "Kagura, come here."
          She entered the room a full five minutes later, making him wait as usual. "Yes?" she asked with a charming smirk.
          "We're going on a little drive. I feel like visiting my dear little brother today." He told her cheerfully rising out of his chair and making his way to the door.
          Kagura raised her eyebrow skeptically, "Very well." She agreed and accompanied him out.
         

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