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Sango
stared at her sister and Inuyasha Kimadora. Kagome was shaken and upset, but physically unharmed. Inuyasha was seething and
jumpy. He would stand up, then sit down then pace the room until it started to drive Kagome and Sango crazy.
Kagome watched Sango's expression carefully. She wasn't looking too happy. In fact, she looked downright
murderous. "Sango. . ."
"Someone tried to kill my baby sister. . ." she ground out.
"I'm sure it was an accident-" Kagome started, but was interrupted by Inuyasha.
"It wasn't an accident, Kagome!" Inuyasha yelled. Kagome jumped at his loudness.
"I'm just saying that there's no reason for someone to want to hurt me!" She argued.
"What if they thought you were Kikyo?" Sango said suddenly.
"Kikyo's dead." Grunted Inuyasha, pausing in his fidgeting.
"But what if the person who murdered Kikyo thought they messed up and that this was actually Kikyo,
not Kagome. They look a lot alike!" Sango explained.
Inuyasha
frowned, "Does that mean you don't think I killed Kikyo?"
"Honestly,
I never did, but. . ." Sango paused, brief indescision flickering across her face, "I shouldn't say anymore, as I'm the officer
heading the investigation, but. . ." she nodded, as if deciding something to herself. "Oh well. You two aren't going to say
anything, are you?"
"Continue. . ." Inuyasha urged.
"Well,
you see, your jacket was found at the scene of the murder." Sango continued, "The room was in otherwise perfect condition.
The fingerprints found there only belonged to you and Kikyo."
"Okay."
"Now. Kikyo apparently killed herself, in my opinion, and it would have been considered a suicide except
for one thing, she had an expensive and powerful drug in her system. She was a known anti-drug activist and wasn't know to
have any entanglements with any lowlifes or addicts of any sort. . .except for one." Sango said, pausing and watching Inuyasha's
expression as she spoke. His appearance was outwardly calm, but his eyes were flashing golden pools of emotion. "You were
her long time friend and you are a former addict. Your jacket was found with traces of the drug in its pockets. The limited
evidence that we have, all points to you. It looks like murder."
"That's how Kikyo died?"
"Basically."
"The drug!" Inuyasha demanded, "What drug?" he burst into action, tearing across the room, ears flat
against his head, giving him the look of a vicious dog.
"Um.
. . Shikon no Tama. . ." Sango answered.
Inuyasha
raced out of the room, leaving a very confused Kagome and a surprised Sango. Sango slapped her hands on her knees and stood
up. "Well. . ."
"Huh?" Kagome said, "I wonder where he's going."
"It doesn't matter, Kagome. We have to report this to the authorities." Sango told her and stood up.
"No, Sango!" Kagome protested, "I already told you, so doesn't that count?"
"Why don't you want to go to the police?" Sango questioned.
Kagome shook her head, "Inuyasha's already in trouble with the law, and anyway, I'm still not sure
it was intentional."
"Fine then! You are going to the hospital, just in case, though." Sango insisted.
"I'm fine, Sango. Look, I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed. I'll have to get notes from Erin though. She's
going to let me have it for skipping class today." Kagome walked out of the living room and into her bed-room, shutting the
door behind her.
Sango frowned after her. Why was nothing ever calm and predictable? Why was nothing ever what it seemed?
* * * * * * * *
Miroku
sighed and slammed the door behind him. He flipped through the stack of long white envelopes from the mailbox. Bills.
He glanced around the apartment and wrinkled his nose in disgust. Obviously Koga had been partying
with his moron buddies. The apartment was torn to pieces. It looked as though a very rowdy group of buffalo had thundered
through. Chip bags and bottles strewn the floor. The sofa was upside down and a loud snoring escaped from underneath it. The
photos were knocked off all the stands and a lamp hung from a stand, held up only by the cord.
None of this was what caught Miroku's attention and infuriated him. On the floor, a small framed photograph
lay, the glass crushed. His and Sango's faces smiled up through the spider-webbed glass.
"Koga!" He bellowed.
The
snoring from the over-turned sofa stopped abruptly, and Koga emerged, crawling, out from underneath, hair falling our of his
normally perky ponytail. He yawned sleepily, "Yo, Miroku."
"You
jerk! Look what you did to my picture!" Miroku snarled.
"Oh.
. .sorry dude. . ." Koga grunted sleepily.
"Every
night, you and those morons Ginta and Hakkaku trash the apartment! The place smells like a mouse cage, and you keep destroying
my stuff!" Miroku yelled, dropping the bills on the counter and retrieving the crushed portrait from the floor.
"Why are you so weird about that picture, anyway. You and Sango broke up like. . .two years ago." Koga
remarked, making his way to the fridge and digging around inside it.
"Shut up." Was Miroku's only response. With a weary sigh, he set a stool upright by the counter and
plopped down on it, sorting through the bills. "Electricity. . .gas. . .internet. . ." Miroku muttered, then froze. One envelope
was stamped with huge, glaring red letters. EVICTION NOTICE.
Miroku
ripped it open frantically, eyes rapidly scanning the letter, "Koga!" He bellowed.
"Uh. . ." Koga muttered, grabbing a carton of milk out of the fridge and downing half the contents
straight from the container.
"We got evicted! She says we haven't been paying the rent! I know I've been giving over my half! Have
you been giving her your half?" he inquired sharply.
"My
half?" Koga repeated stupidly, putting the milk carton back in the fridge.
"You HAVE been paying, haven't you?" Miroku demanded.
Koga shifted nervously. "Well, see. . .I was under the impression that you were gonna pay and I was
gonna pay you back. . ."
Miroku stared at him, dumfounded for a moment. When he found his voice, he slowly said, "Please tell
me you're joking."
"Heh. . .dude. . .it's not a big deal. This place stinks anyway. We can crash with Ginta and Hakkaku.
. .It'll rock! No neighbors telling us to keep it down!" Koga told him. For some reason this didn't comfort Miroku.
His face was slowly darkening to an unhealthy shade of burgundy. "You got us evicted." He said slowly.
Koga frowned, "Dude, are you. . .like. . .mad at me?"
Miroku didn't answer him, but went into his room and crammed enough stuff for an overnight stay into
his Adidas gym bag. He glanced at his watch. 10:30. He would have much preferred being able to pack everything up tonight,
but it was just too late. They had to be out by Saturday, and today was Thursday. He slung his bag over his shoulder and exited
his room.
Koga stared at him awkwardly, "Dude. . .I am so sorry." He apologized uncomfortably.
Miroku closed his eyes for a moment, letting his anger fade. "It's alright, man. I'm gonna go stay
somewhere tonight. We've got to get out of here tomorrow, though."
"Right." Koga nodded.
Miroku
paused, hand on the door knob, wondering why he'd even roomed with Koga in the first place. It didn't matter. "I'll be back
tomorrow." And walked out.
* * * * * * * *
Sango
yawned and made her way to the door. Who in their right mind would be coming to visit at 11pm? She opened the door, surprised
to find Miroku's smiling face. "Miroku?"
Sango's
hair was loose around her shoulders and she was wearing lavender flowered pajamas. She looked as though she'd just been settling
down for the night. "Hey. Koga's trashed the apartment again." He explained. "Can I crash here for tonight?"
"Uh. . .sure. . ." Sango nodded, moving to the side to let him in.
Miroku smiled his thanks and made his way to the living room. A fluffy pillow was propped up against
the arm of the coush and a throw blanket lay half off the couch. On the TV, the opening credits of 'Pretty Woman' rolled by.
"Am I interrupting you?" Miroku asked.
"No.
I'm just watching a movie." Sango assured him.
"Maybe
I'll join you." Miroku said cheerfully and dropped his bag on the floor.
"Uh. . .okay. . ." Sango ventured as he plopped down on the couch. She smiled to herself, remembering
how the two of them used to stay up watching movies. It was a long time ago. Of course, Miroku always took the chance to let
his hands wander. . . "Miroku? Keep your hands to yourself." She warned as she curled up against her pillow and grabbed her
blanket off the floor.
* * * * * * * *
Kagome rubbed her hand over her face as she wandered out the hall. She was up early. It was only 5
am, and she knew she wouldn't be falling back to sleep. That was what she got for sleeping the previous day away.
She made her way into the living room, planning to waste a few hours in front of the video game console,
but froze in the doorway. She couldn't believe what she saw before her.
Miroku was fast asleep on their couch, and Sango was leaning up against him. They looked like the perfect
couple. Kagome grinned to herself, it just wouldn't be right to wake them up just for a video game. After all, she should
be studying her evil math, anyway.
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