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Title: Present Time 12/27
Author: animealam (a.k.a. alandrem)
Rating: This chapter is R
Warnings: Some characters may be a bit OOC. Violence, the mention of drug use, attempted rape, and bad language.
Summary: Inuyasha discovers the present is more dangerous than he was led to believe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Although I’ll probably add a couple more characters of my own imagination.
Author’s Notes: Thanks for the review guys; this encourages me to keep on writing and doing it as fast as I can. Be warned Inuyasha and Kagome OOCness in abundance on this chapter.
I like to give telosphilos special thanks for helping with the editing and her great editorial comments. (She keeps me right on track)
And thanks to Lightning who did the editing for this chapter.
Asami led the police men to the door while Inuyasha and Kagome remained in the living room. The young man had been nodding off during the description of the thugs. The adrenalin finally wearing off his system and leaving him even more tired than he already was. He let go of Kagome and sort of reclined on the couch’s back. He wanted to wait for Higurashi-sama and explain to Kagome what they had been doing. But he was asleep when she returned to the room.
As the events of the night began falling into their proper place, the young woman realized that Inuyasha’s actions must have hinted at a kind of relationship she believed they did not have. After all wasn’t he in love with Kikyou? The young woman was mortified; they had been cuddling in front of her mother! Oh, why did he act like that if he did not love her?
“Oh dear! What must she think of me?” She exclaimed aloud.
“That you’re a wonderful daughter, darling.” Her mother said coming into the room and sitting in front of her. She spared only a brief look at Inuyasha sprawled besides the young woman snoozing peacefully. “Why would I think otherwise? This whole incident is not your fault.”
“I know Mama. I just want to apologize…” Asami looked puzzled, but did not interrupt. “I… I don’t know what came over Inuyasha. Really! He never acts like today, in fact he doesn’t come near me unless I need rescuing. Ah… there’s nothing going on between us… we’re… we’re just friends.” A soft smile spread across her mother’s lips, when she finally understood what her daughter was talking about.
“And you didn’t need rescuing tonight?” She did not look angry at all. In fact she seemed more amused than anything else.
‘But I’ll still have to talk to him. Just to be sure where he stands towards Kagome’ Asami thought.
“Look Kagome before you go on I have a few things to tell you.” She paused and looked at the snoozing dog demon. “I would have liked for him to be awake, but he was already about to drop before the cops came. And the pills I gave him didn’t help, they usually knock you out. It’s a wonder he remained awake until they left.”
“What is it that you want to tell me Mama?” Kagome asked curious and relieved. There was no indication that she was displeased with the behavior she witnessed.
Asami started explaining all they had done and discussed since she arrived Saturday morning. What she and Inuyasha had talked about and his desire to protect her. How they realized the only way for him to do that was to learn how to fit in the present. And that she had agreed to help him and keep their plans a secret from her. She also explained their reasons to do that. Still Kagome couldn’t help to feel betrayed. They had kept the truth from her. Ok, none had outrageously lied, and she should have suspected the hanyou would try something. But, to have involved her mother in his plans? The young Miko was furious.
“Don’t Kagome.” Her mother stopped her. “He was only doing what he thought was best for you, and I agreed with his decision. I believed it was sensible, of course neither of us was counting on you finding out for yourself.”
“But Mama… you both hid things from me! And you agreed to set him loose on this time! He would not be able to behave!”
“Do you really think so little of him? We only had your best interests in mind Kagome. He doesn’t want you to live afraid on your time.”
“Ah… No, it just…”
“Then why don’t you let me finish?”
“That wasn’t all?”
Asami just shook her head and went on with her story. She told Kagome of their visit to the crime scene downtown, of the young hanyou’s findings and that indeed her attackers were the serial killer the police was after. Not one man but two, one of the reasons they could not stop the murderers. Of course she omitted the detailed description she’d gotten from the young man. No need to scare her more than she was. Then she admitted meeting Nomura and that talking to him.
When Inuyasha learned she would be part of the investigation, and nothing he could do would change that, the half youkai proposed a deal to the detective. The Inu-youkai would track the killers, would even take those tests the detective wanted to prove his superior sense of smell. But he wanted her protected and kept at the margin of things.
“He offered to cooperate with them Mama?” Asami just nodded, and she looked at him sleeping on the couch completely out of it. She absentmindedly scratched the nearest ear. “That’s just so unlike him.” She was disconcerted.
“He went so far as to admit he thought you were brave,” Kagome’s eyes ogled when she heard that, “and that he had never seen you so scared before.”
“I can’t believe that. He’s such a jerk most of the times, although he’s been changing lately. Still he’d never compliment me.”
“He is worried, Kagome and he cares a lot more than you both think. He did not want you to live in fright.”
“He did offer to protect us all just a moment ago.” She admitted. “And did he take the tests?” The young woman was curious.
“He did and of course passed,” Asami said with a smile. “That’s the result.” She said pointing at the snoozing demon. “They wore him off.”
“So I guess you knew about the neko hanyou.” It was not a question.
“Yes, we found out this morning. I can’t tell you much about it. You’ll have to ask Inuyasha when he wakes up. But he did have a conversation with him.”
“So… that’s why he was acting so strange.” Kagome could not hide the disappointment on her voice and face. “To distract me…”
“That’s part of it, but I think he was also trying to reassure you that everything was fine and that he was there for you.” Asami told her daughter, taking note of the look she had.
No matter how Kagome tried to hide it, it was clear she loved that dog-demon. It was good that she did not mind his heritage, any other mother would be screaming at her.
“I did confiscate his sword though. I wasn’t too sure he would not jump on Lieutenant Watanabe if you freaked out. He almost did this morning, and he was not carrying it then either.”
“I don’t think he’ll tell me Mama. He never tells me anything.”
“You probably won’t even need to ask. After all it was him who decided we should tell you.” At Kagome’s inquiring look Asami explained. “He just looked at me and nodded when you began asking about the park killer. Now you better go to sleep, there’s school tomorrow. Ah… I was forgetting I told Detective Nomura we’ll be taking Inuyasha in.”
“Taking him in?”
“Yes, I’ll be acting as his foster parent. It might be difficult to get documents, but not unheard of. Many street kids don’t have them.”
They had a hard time waking Inuyasha up. He was sleeping so soundly. Asami assured her daughter that it was an after effect of the medicine she gave him for the migraine. Nothing to worry about. After some hours of restful sleep he would be back to normal. But he should not be allowed to go back; his coordination was affected by the pain killing drug. Finally he woke up, disoriented and grumpy.
“I better leave.” He finally said after a big yawn that gave them a good view of his fangs, he stood up then as he yawned again. He was making his way toward the door, not aware that he wore modern clothes and he did not have Tetsusaiga at his side.
“Where do you think you’re going young man?” Asami asked him in an authority tone that startled him out of another yawn.
“Back?” He looked at her stunned. Kagome fought not to laugh at the face he made. It was precious. Asami shook he head. “No?”
“No.” The older woman said walking toward him and propelling the surprised hanyou to the guest room. “You’re going to sleep here.”
“But…” He began saying only to be interrupted.
“No buts.” They were inside the room and she was rummaging in the drawers. “Here, change into this and get under the blankets.” She tossed the young man the pajamas she bought for him.
“Feh! Listen human…” He began saying, standing his full height before her and trying his best to look threatening, a large yawn took the effect away.
“Listen human nothing! Put the pajamas on now!” Kagome who stood by the door cringed at that; it was the don’t-give-me-nonsense tone. He cringed too, as it sounded so much like his mother’s on the few occasions he made her angry. Without saying anything else he went into the bathroom only to come out a few moments later wearing the pajamas and sulking. “Go on get under the covers. I’m not leaving until I see you tucked in.”
“Grrrrr!” He replied as he could not really find a coherent thought to show his displeasure.
“Don’t growl at me young man and get under the covers.” She told him completely ignoring that he was really dangerous.
‘Feh! Now I know where Kagome got that temper.’ He thought sleepily, as he did what she ordered, lying on his side but not covering with the blankets.
Thing was, he really felt exhausted and sleeping sounded so appealing. But being his stubborn self he just could not go to rest without a fight. To his and Kagome’s immense Asami had meant that part of tucking him in, like she did her children, patted him softly between his ears and kissed him on the forehead good night like his mother used to do.
“Good night son.” She whispered before leaving as she turned off the light knowing only he could hear her.
He froze on the bed, his heart beating wildly, his sleep fogged mind clearing for a moment. She had called him son… He a hanyou… an orphan that no one wanted and even hated and Higurashi-sama called him son… Just as Kagome accepted his mixed heritage her mother did too and offered him a family. Deep inside the young demon had not believed it. It went against his experience in life, but she really meant her offer. Inuyasha felt like everything in his life was happening too fast. In the span of a few days he had acquired two families. The sensation of tickling moving down his nose intrigued him. When he moved his hand to see what it was he was surprised to find moisture.
They left the shrine in silence each immersed in their own thoughts, the ride was silent too. Kojiro had not even turned on the radio; he knew Seijuro was going to start asking questions about the girl’s reaction. Comparing it with the pup’s from earlier that morning. And that was a big problem his partner was quite observant. In his mind the neko hanyou looked for possible ways out of the mess he’s gotten into.
‘Damn! I should have listened to the pup.’ He thought angry with himself, it would have saved so much troubles. ‘But how was I to know she was THAT strong?’
“Guys would you mind leaving me at my place?” Kazumi’s voice interrupted their silent reveries.
“Ah… What did you say Kazumi-kun?” Watanabe asked, he had been so worried pondering his avenues of escape that he had not paid attention.
“I just asked if you could leave me at my place. We’re only a few blocks away.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks Kojiro-kun.” There was a slight pause before she commented again.
“Guys you sure attract the weirdest people. But it’s always interesting to work with you.”
“What do you mean Kazumi?” Nomura as always omitted the honorific, but the people that worked with him were used to it.
“Well… everyone at that shrine was acting strange. I have a daughter the same age as the girl, and well, I would not have just stood there ignoring that kid cuddling her like that in front of me. Much less strangers, it is… not proper.”
“What else did you notice Kazumi?” Seijuro asked wanting to compare her findings with hers. Miss Yamamoto was very observant.
“The boy Inuyasha is extremely protective of that young woman and very familiar. Didn’t you notice he does not use an honorific when addressing her? It is very unusual unless he’s one of your kind Seijuro-kun. And no one seemed to be overly worried that a serial killer was after her, including the victim. If it had been my daughter I would be hysterical or very near shock.” There was a pause where Nomura turned to look at her. “We’re here Kojiro-kun, it’s the next building on the right.”
The hanyou obediently parked the car and let the woman, disembark not before Nomura asked her if she could write him a report with her observations. The woman agreed, but before she went down she asked one more question.
“Kojiro-kun, why was the girl afraid of you?”
‘Fuck! I’m screwed. Count on Kazumi to drop the bomb before she leaves.’ The hanyou thought panicking. He knew the woman would not stay to hear the answer and would probably pester him the next day for it. But at the moment that was not a topic he wanted to discuss.
“I’ll drop by your office tomorrow Seijuro-kun to leave the report. You already have the sketches though. Good night guys.”
Kojiro started to drive away and hoped without hope that Seijuro would not press the matter. He remained silent, and for a little while it seemed that his partner would do to. Of course what Nomura was waiting was for the right moment to ask again, he could see Watanabe looking very uncomfortable as he seemed to concentrate on his driving. He was hiding something; that much was obvious; when they stopped at a red light he commented.
“You did not answer Kazumi’s question.” His voice was calm.
“I really don’t have an answer to it.” Kojiro responded sounding equally calm. Knowing that if he let a bit of nervousness filter his friend would suspect he had something to hide.
“But you talked to the kid today. I suppose he told you why he did not want you to see the girl.”
“Not really Seijuro. You saw the pup, he is not much of a talker. Winning that one’s trust is going to be one hell of an enterprise!”
“But his attitude changed after you talked to him. He was quite hostile at the office.”
“Well I did comment on your bad music tastes. If I used that disco tape you had in the bag he’ll probably have gone berserk and destroyed the stereo.” He said trying to stir the conversation toward safer topics. Music of all types was one of his partner’s passions. He liked almost everything. “He seemed to like Pink Floyd though. You know good rock is always welcome.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
‘No such luck. It didn’t work this time.’ He thought resigned.
“Look, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat and we’ll keep talking. You know my brain ceases to function because of food deprivation.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hungry too. Don’t think you’re getting off that easily. But damn! Do you have to think with the stomach?”
To prove his point Kojiro’s stomach chose that moment to make its hunger known with a loud growl. The hanyou drove toward a favorite food joint, a small restaurant in a quiet corner downtown that catered different types of foods. Both entered in silence, Nomura chose a booth at the back in a rather quiet and secluded area. The neko did not like that; it looked like his partner was choosing the battle ground. Perhaps this had not been as good an idea as he thought.
Both greeted their usual waitress, and took a quick look at the menu before ordering. They asked for simple green tea to drink and their usual dishes. Just before leaving the girl asked them if they would be discussing work. It was sort of an understanding that if both cops were working she kept her distance from the table. That way they could enjoy some privacy, and she just keep an eye on them should either policeman want something else.
“Yes Kazue. So just hang around if we need anything we’ll call you.” Nomura said beating his partner to it. Thankfully the restaurant was not well lighted or he’ll have seen Kojiro blanch a little. Still he did manage to keep his cool exterior. The girl left and there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.
“Excuse me.” Said a short elderly man looking at Watanabe. He immediately recognized the man as an old youkai. The little man wore some very thick round glasses that made his eyes look huge, on his bald head he wore some odd little hat and wore a suit.
‘This man looks like a library rat.’ Seijuro thought waiting for him to speak up.
“Lieutenant Kojiro Watanabe?”
“Yes. That’s me. What can I do for you sir?” Kojiro said, sounding respectful. It was not everyday he got addressed by a really old full youkai. He looked at least 700 years old. The little man huffed a bit.
“I am Mr. Koinjaken, and I have a message from my employer.” He handled him an envelope with a wax seal on the back. When he looked at the emblem on the seal the hanyou’s mask dropped a bit. “That would be all on my part Lieutenant My employer just wanted to make sure you received his message.” The little man turned and left not giving them a second look.
“What was that all about Kojiro?”
“I’m not sure.” The hanyou responded at the time he carefully broke the seal using a table knife.
“You seemed to recognize that seal.”
“Well I did. It just surprised me to read Shirosenshi on it.” He turned to see the startled look on Seijuro’s face. “Now you see why I was thrown off guard.”
“Well what does it say?”
“Have some patience man! Let me read!”
Lieutenant Kojiro Watanabe
Tokyo Metropolitan Police
Please meet me at my offices on Tokyo Tower tomorrow afternoon. I have some important matters to discuss with you alone Lieutenant As a confirmation I’ll have my assistant Mr. Koinjaken call you at your office. And set the hour at your convenience.
Higusenshi Financial Inc.
Watanabe froze after he finished reading. At the bottom of the page on the logo was the seal of the Demon Lord of the West. This was just a polite and non-revealing way to call him to his domains. Not good, the Lord of the region had no reason to call him at all. He was just a lowly hanyou with no relation whatsoever with youkai nobility. He had never even met the Neko leader of the region and now the one above him had called. The most respected demon of the world. To say Kojiro was aghast was an understatement. His mouth dropped open.
“Well? What does it say?” Nomura asked again impatiently especially after seeing his partner expression change so dramatically. Watanabe was at a loss of words so he just passed the letter to him. “Who is this guy? And why does he want to talk with you?”
“I don’t have the slightest idea Seijuro. But…” He stopped as their food and drinks arrived. He was in dire need of something stronger than tea. “Kazue bring me a double scotch straight.” Nomura just raised an eyebrow, Kojiro was hiding something. “Don’t look at me! You got me into it.”
“Hey don’t blame me! You liked it better than sake! Now, you were saying?” The human asked as soon as the girl left. Kojiro took a few bites from his food before going on.
“Well the pup’s last name is Shirosenshi. I think it’s a bit too much of a coincidence.”
“His father? Or perhaps another relative, but he mentioned being an orphan.”
“He told me that much.” Kojiro agreed.
‘Oh shit! Fucking idiot! Can’t you think before speaking? You’re digging your own grave.’ The hanyou berated himself, knowing he had just drawn Seijuro’s attention back to the first subject.
“So… did he tell you why he did not want the Higurashi girl to see you?” Seijuro insisted.
“Not really, only mentioned something about looking like someone else.” His gaze went to his partner. The human did not look convinced.
“You’re being evasive.”
“No more than the pup.” At this comment Nomura had to smile, Kojiro fell for it like an amateur.
“Fuck!” Was the only thing the hanyou uttered when he realized what he said.
“So he did tell you more.”
“Only bit more about himself, ok? Look,” He said with a sigh resigned to find some explanation that would not make alarms sound on Seijuro’s head. “He said I looked like someone they both knew. And I can only guess he was not nice to them. The pup was very reluctant to speak about that.”
“What else did he tell you?” He asked still not convinced but he would leave it at that for the moment.
“That he has been on his own since he was five. And he is not a street kid Seijuro.”
“That much I have guessed. He just doesn’t seem to fit in. He at moments gives you the impression, but…”
“He came from the forest. That much he was willing to admit. And believe me it was like pulling teeth out of him.”
“The forest? What kind of people live there?” Kojiro shrugged and took another bite from his food. Sometime during the conversation Kazue had left his whiskey there.
“Beats me! I think there are some kinds of fanatics still living in the wilderness. Anyway we ended talking about police and how his nose might help crack the case. We might as well start recruiting them early instead of turning them against us. I did tell him there were more victims, and I know he’ll want to go through the evidence we have so far.” Nomura just nodded as he went on eating.
Outside the small restaurant a large black Audi awaited the small man, he climbed on the front seat and the driver set the car rolling slowly down the street. On the back seat a lean handsome man in his early forties and a very attractive woman about the same age sat in silence.
“I have delivered the message my Lord. I remained hidden until I was sure he read it. The hanyou was more than a bit surprised by the summons to your exalted presence. The human read it too. He was also surprised, although I don’t know the reason. I don’t believe he knows who you are.”
“That was to be expected.” The deep calm voice of the man in the back replied. “He is after all only a hanyou that works for the police. Watanabe does not mingle with the higher ranks of politics and society.”
“My Lord you don’t need to mingle with low…”
“You will call him tomorrow and set an hour for the meeting, in the afternoon.”
“But my Lord! Your agenda is full tomorrow!”
“Cancel all my appointments.”
“Yes my Lord.” The little man accepted, but he grumbled under his breath about his master dealing with a lowly police man. “What about the detective? He read the invitation too Sir.”
“If the Detective shows up, find some suitable entertainment. I need to talk to the neko Watanabe alone.”
“As you wish Lord.”
“Love, I’ll arrange something for the detective, might get him interested in investing with us.” The man beside her smiled lightly, she had such a good business mind. “But I would like to be present during the meeting tomorrow.” The man only raised his eyebrow in mild surprise. “I think he will need to be reassured, and you do tend to make people nervous beloved. We need his cooperation.”
“You can.” He said and gently caressed her face. “Ah-Un head home.” He instructed the driver, who just nodded.
Seijuro opened the door to his apartment and threw the keys on the small table he had by the door. He was angry and slammed the door shut, for once not caring that it might make his neighbors complain. Kojiro had feigned ignorance that much he could tell. There was more said between those two, why else would the kid be willing to ‘save’ his partner? And it was not like Watanabe at all. They had worked together for two years, since before the killings started. Although in the beginning they had also worked on several other cases, not just the park killer.
He threw his jacket over the couch, padded to the kitchen and went straight to the fridge. The thing was almost empty except for a few beers one carton of milk, another of juice and a couple of unidentifiable things on the shelves that at one time in their cycle of existence had been edible. He absentmindedly thought the guys from forensics would have a hard time finding what they had been as he could not remember it.
Seijuro decided against the beer. At the moment he needed a clear head, so he took the juice instead, smelled it just to be sure it was still drinkable, and took a swallow straight from the carton. Unlike most Japanese he had very Americanized tastes. He had been in Japan, but lived most of his life on the USA where his father had worked as consul and met his mother. He got his looks from her. She was a 6 feet tall, blonde, blue eyed woman. She was quite a contrast with his father, 5’7” and very Japanese looking.
The detective padded to his answering machine, checked the few messages there. Most were not interesting; one though, was from his father telling him they were back in California, after taking a cruise on the Caribbean with some friends.
“Everything is fine here, we had a lot of fun and…” He paused and his mother voice could be heard on the background. “Your mom here wants to know when you are coming over on vacation. She says it’s been more than 3 years… Before you say a thing… yes, we went over there for Christmas. I told her that, and we are probably going this year again. But you know your mother she’ll still like you to come over. Anyway look for either of us on ICQ or Messenger. I know phone bills over there could get you bankrupt in no time. She sends her love, same as your sisters and Lewis. Before I hang up, you have a new nephew, ICQ your mom for details.” To that monologue he just laughed, his father had gotten more Americanized than he was willing to admit.
The invitation to chat a while appealed to him, it would help the detective relax a bit and perhaps his father remembered more about that old legend he used to tell him when he was a kid. The legend of Inuyasha and the Jewel of Four Souls. He went to his computer, waited for it to start up; cursing Microsoft Windows for taking so long until he finally logged in thanking god for DSL. He found him on IRC and his father immediately started a private conversation.
<legendlover> aren’t u supposed to be aleep?
<crackshotno_1> Just got your message dad.
<legendlover> got to send you the pictures. Some are pretty funny.
<crackshotno_1> i’ll wait for them.
<crackshotno_1> aren’t you supposed to be working?
<legendlover> just sent them.
<legendlover> No, got some time off for my book
<crackshotno_1> did you send an e-mail?
<crackshotno_1> got some of them how many did you people take? 30 megs?
*legendlover grins sheepishly
<legendlover> not that many but your mom got carried away.
<crackshotno_1> book? what book? about what?
<legendlover> the legend of Inuyasha and the jewel of four souls
Seijuro just stared stunned at the computer monitor, not really believing what he was reading. He knew of course that his father liked that legend a lot and it was the reason why he had told it to his sisters, brother and himself many times when he was just a small kid. This was probably too good to be true.
*legend lover wonders if son got disconnected.
<legendlover> are you still there Seijuro?
*crackshotno_1 picks jaw from floor
<crackshotno_1> sorry still around you just surprised the lights out of me
*legendlover is puzzled, doesn’t get to do that to son very often
<crackshotno_1> I was just thinking about that legend. but I don’t remember it well
<crackshotno_1> can u tell me about it again?
<legendlover> sure thing, Inuyasha the white warrior and the Jewel of the Four Souls
<legendlover> It is a story about a hanyou, that is a half human half demon who loved a miko
<crackshotno_1> a half demon half human? what would he look like?
<legendlover> White hair, dog ears, amber/golden eyes, fangs, claws, but otherwise human
<legendlover> the legend implies that he was rather tall too, you can’t tell from the pictures whether he was thin or well muscled
Seijuro just starts to have weird feeling in the pit of his stomach save for the ears and Saturday night the kid had been wearing a cap, he matched that description perfectly. But it was strange that today he didn’t have the claws, he was positive he had not imagined them.
<crackshotno_1> white hair?
<legendlover> yes, pure white shining almost silver
<crackshotno_1> amber eyes? and claws?
* legendlover nods
<crackshotno_1> oh. how old is he and where can i get a picture of him?
<legendlover> i think he was rather young, but he was a pack leader so i might be wrong
“You’re going crazy Seijuro. That’s a legend not history and of course it can’t be the kid.” Nomura said aloud to himself.
‘Oh yeah? Well he sure fits that damn description perfectly.’ A little voice in the back of his mind told him. ‘Shut up!’
<legendlover> i’ll send you the pictures I have scanned in for the book
<crackshotno_1> i’m just curious. i just don’t think i remembered him like that from what you told me
<crackshotno_1> pack leader? like in a wolves packs
<legendlover> ah, ok, well adulthood in the warring states period was about 16 and older
<crackshotno_1> and what is this jewel of four souls?
<legendlover> yes, like wolves and dogs. he was half dog demon after all.
<legendlover> what is the jewel? well that is a good question, miroku stated that it was the crystalized soul of a lot of really nasty youkai, an evil human and an extremely powerful miko named midroko
<crackshotno_1> hmmm. sounds like some spiritual mumbo jumbo
<crackshotno_1> i don’t remember but was this midoriko the girl he fell for?
<legendlover> well, the guy was a budist monk so i could be.. 😉
<legendlover> no, kikyou was the gardian of the jewel. midoriko died forming the jewel out of their combined souls. It was a very very powerful artifact
<crackshotno_1> so he would have a very sharp sense of smell?
“Well he said he’ll be sixteen soon… And he had a better sense of smell than dogs…”
“Ack!” He smacked himself on the forehead; his brain was not making sense. “Stop thinking like that! There are no demons around they were just imaginary.” He berated himself.
<legendlover> well, yes, he would have an incredible sense of smell. there is actually a reference to him passing out because it is too good in a battle with ink oni.
<crackshotno_1> he could not stand ink?
<legendlover> yes, there was a painter who got ahold of a shard of the jewel after kikyou’s reincarnation accidentaly broke it. he put it in his ink made with blood and livers and his paintings came alive.
<legendlover> after slicing up a lot of them the smell overpowered him and he was out cold.
‘This is getting weirder by the second. The kid passed out because of that ink the assistant mistakenly placed on the samples.’ Nomura thought, as he messed his hair for a moment.
<crackshotno_1> kikyou’s reincarnation? i don’t remember that part
<legendlover> well, after kikyou was tricked into killing him with a sealing arrow, her reincarnation showed up and pulled the arrow out of him. her reincarnation’s name was kagome and she became his mate and the lead female of his pack
<crackshotno_1> just kagome? do you by chance have a picture of her too?
Now he was starting to freak out, there was just too much of a coincidence there. The kid, Inuyasha, could not stand ink, fit the description of the legend’s hero and just to top it he had a girlfriend named Kagome. But logic told him it could not be and that part of his mind was probably playing tricks on him.
<legendlover> yes, no one explictly stated where she came from, only that she lived on the other side of a well.
<legendlover> yes, i’ll send you the one of her releasing him from the tree. Shippo loved to draw her.
<crackshotno_1> well i suppose saying the other side of the well would be a metaphor of some kind to say she was a foreigner
<crackshotno_1> i remember shippou was the little kitsune. i did like him when i was a kid maybe that’s why i still remember him
<legendlover> i’m not sure about that.. shippo’s scroll seemed to imply that he literally went down a well and came up the other side with Inuyasha
<legendlover> yes, he wrote the only illustrated scroll
<crackshotno_1> is that the one you have?
<legendlover> no, i have the one the monk wrote. Miroku was his name.
<crackshotno_1> if i’m not wrong there were others members of the group.
<legendlover> even though he was human he was a member of the pack. he had an air rip in the palm of his hand from a curse on his familly. Shippo and Kaede imply he was quite a lecher
<legendlover> Yes, there was Sango, the demon exterminator. She carried a large bomerang everywhere. Myouga the flea demon, and inuyasha’s retainer.. it implies that he was some sort of lord, but no one went into that.
<legendlover> there was kirara, a firecat youkai. I don’t think she could talk
<legendlover> Kaede was some sort of elderly miko who rarely traveled with them, but they relied on her for advice and healing.
<legendlover> those are the main ones, i think.
<crackshotno_1> sounds very interesting, do you have some sort of transcript i would love to have it.
<crackshotno_1> where did you get the pictures then?
<crackshotno_1> and can you describe this kagome girl?
<legendlover> sure, i’ll send you what i have. i got the pictures from an auction catalogue.
<legendlover> ryoutou shirosenshi bought it before i could, but at that price, I never stood a chance.
“Now that’s a name I know. Tomorrow I’ll talk with Hamaguchi… if I’m not wrong he is in charge of the old unsolved cases.” He mussed aloud.
<legendlover> kagome was about a head shorter than inuyasha. she had large blue eyes, long shapely legs and hair down to the midpoint of her back.
<legendlover> she usually wore it loose and tended to wear the odd clothing of her homeland which was very much counter to the social moores of the day.
‘Now how would they know she had long shapely legs? Didn’t they wear long kimonos and covered up all the way to the neck? This is just plain odd, and how come I can’t remember much of the legend? I used to love it when I was young.’
<crackshotno_1> shirosenshi? I don’t think that’s that a common name
<legendlover> No, I only know of two by that name, Sesshou and Ryoutou and their famillies. the legendary character of Inuyasha is once called by it too
*crackshotno_1 scratches head
<legendlover> The only other thing i can think of about kagome was that she was a fairly good archer and a very powerful miko.
‘Archer?! No that can’t be! This Kagome also practices archery and it’s not that common a sport for girls to choose. I should probably ask Kazumi more about it’
<legendlover> Ryoutou Shirosenshi and his wife are dead now, so I don’t know who has the other two scrolls
<crackshotno_1> sessho… do you happen to know this sessho shirosenshi?
<legendlover> No, I wish I did. He is an extremely well respected businessman and occasionally dabbles in politics.
<legendlover> He is rumored to be a very gentle and kind in person with a wicked sense of humor, but a ruthless politician and businessman.
<legendlover> He is also one of the wealthier men in all of Japan
<crackshotno_1> when are you going to publish your book?
Seijuro was feeling very confused by now, just too many coincidences to make sense. And now this Sessho Shirosenshi guy appearing was making things even worst. He was having a hard time digesting all the information his father was giving him. Mentally he made a note to save the log, so he could check it with a clearer mind.
<legendlover> With any luck by the end of the year. I have to finish translating it first. The language is just archaic.
<legendlover> One of the American scholarly book sellers seems interested in it for the Japanese culture classes.
<crackshotno_1> ok, so I suspect you want to go back to teaching ancient Japanese legends.
<legendlover> yes I might , but at least it will wind up as a collegiate text, for others to consult
<crackshotno_1>would you be able to hold the publishing of it?
<legendlover> of course I could IF I wanted to, I don’t have contract signed on it yet.
<legendlover> why would I want to hold off on publishing?
<crackshotno_1> let’s say that it might be involved in an investigation
<legendlover> oh, ok. hope your friend can use the information. how is the park killer case coming along?
<crackshotno_1> not good but i think we have a break
<legendlover> wonderful! what sort of break? a witness, fingerprints?
* legendlover hopes you can crack it with the new information.
<crackshotno_1> ah… well a withness and some scents…
<crackshotno_1> we found a kid with a great sense of smell. he’s name is Inuyasha
<legendlover> ah, you have the dogs tracking now? and witness too! I take it she …
‘I knew it! It’s not just me who jumps at the name.’ Nomura could just imagine his father’s face. So surprised he was probably wide eyed gaping at the computer. He allowed himself a smile.
<legendlover> are you messing with my mind?
<crackshotno_1> no he even has white hair and amber eyes. he’s 15 actually and his last name happens to be SHIROSENSHI
*crackshotno_1 scratches head puzzled
<crackshotno_1> I think that perhaps they are messing with mine.
<legendlover> please tell me you are playing with me, that is impossible. inuyasha shirosenshi from the legend disappeared down the well with his pregnant mate over 500 years ago.
‘Oh yeah now Dad’s flipping over too. At least I was not hallucinating so far. Now wait a minute… this legend is 500 years old? Now that can’t be! There can’t be that many similarities between a guy that was supposed to be alive 500 years ago and a fifteen year old kid! No Fucking way!’
<crackshotno_1> pregnant mate? that’ll be like wife?
<crackshotno_1> this legend is 500 years old????
<crackshotno_1> and no i’m not playing with you.
<legendlover> yeah, it is a youkai thing. depending on the species, most mate for life, to take a mate means to take a wife.
‘Now Inuyasha was pretty intimate with the girl yesterday… Ack! Damn it Seijuro get a hold of that imagination. That legend is FIVE HUNDRED YEARS OLD! And this are kids on their teens. Stop it!’ He berated himself yet again. ‘I’m beginning to think I do need a vacation or at least a weekend of peace and quiet.’
<crackshotno_1> I have to see those pictures. and perhaps i can get some of those two .
<legendlover> yes, that is why it is so rare
<legendlover> please do, um two? who is the other one?
<crackshotno_1> this kagome girl she’s the witness
<crackshotno_1> the legend doesn’t by any chance mention her in danger?
<legendlover> say what?
<crackshotno_1> the witness name is kagome and she lives at a very old shrine. For what her mother told me she is a shrine girl.
<legendlover> yes, she was the miko who guarded the shirkon no tama. just about every demon and hanyou around tried to kill her to get the shards
<legendlover> even inuyasha tried to kill her once.
<legendlover> kami-sama, that is a weird coincidence
*crackshotno_1 nods in agreement
<crackshotno_1> and this inuyasha kid is her friend. He lives with the family too
<crackshotno_1> he did what? i have to read it. i have almost forgotten it.
<crackshotno_1> you tell me. i’m about to flip. just let me get some whiskey. i need something strong
He stood up from the computer and went straight to the cabinet where he stored the hard liquor. All those years in America had given him a taste for whiskey, which he occasionally imbibed. Usually at social events or having a friendly evening with his partner and friends, he got Kojiro hooked on it as well as Fukasawa.
‘Was it just this morning that the kid found out Fukasawa’s stock? Man! Things just seem to be moving so fast!’ The police detective thought at the time he decided on getting the Jack Daniels bottle and a shot glass, not bothering to go for ice.
<legendlover> well, when she first freed him from his seal, kind of like being dead or in suspended animation because you can be brought back. he mistook her for the miko who killed him and tried to get the shikon no tama the centipede monoko had ripped out of her body.
<legendlover> kaede put some prayer beads around his neck and everytime kagome said “sit” ever after he went crashing into the ground.
<legendlover> i still think it is just impossible. the legendary warrior was able to kill a hundred youkai with a single blow of his sword.
<crackshotno_1> prayer beads? i’ll look for those. sword? very old battered sword?
<legendlover> the legend is just a myth.
‘Oh man Dad must think I’m hallucinating! He’s quite open minded for a man his age but still…’ Nomura was starting to worry took a couple of shots before going on.
<crackshotno_1> i’m going nuts did i just write that?
*crackshotno_1 eyes go wide in shock
<legendlover> yes, a katana that appearently looked like it had seen better days, but would transform into a huge sword almost as big as him.
<crackshotno_1> yeah you’re right it can be him. just too many coincidences.
<legendlover> yes, you just wrote that.. what do you mean it can be him?
<crackshotno_1> i guess i just had too much stress lately. and i’m beginning to see things. don’t mind me
<legendlover> why do you say that?
<crackshotno_1> but the first time i met this kid he was sniffing a crime scene and had a very old katana
* legendlover scratches his head
<legendlover> that doesn’t make sense, why would any modern kid be walking around with an old sword. heck, why would he be sniffing the crime scene?
<crackshotno_1> and he had claws in his hands. of course when i saw him today he did not have them.
<crackshotno_1> well it just happened that this kagome higurashi was an intended victim for the park killer.
<legendlover> could it be that he is one of those kids that likes to play modern primative, and dress up for grins with his friends?
<crackshotno_1> cos players i think they are called
<legendlover> oh, ok, but did you just say her name was higurashi?
<crackshotno_1> yeah that’s her name. why?
<legendlover> this is getting too weird, that is the name of the girl from the scrolls and it is the name of Sesshou Shirosenshi’s late business partner
<crackshotno_1> he was wearing normal clothes. but he made an…. what?
<crackshotno_1> this is too weird it’s beginning to get spooky. and you know i don’t spook easily.
<legendlover> Sesshou and Ryoutou Shirosenshi went into business together with a man by the name of Higurashi
<legendlover> The surnames of the hanyou and his miko are only mentioned once, but those are the names.
* legendlover goes and gets a shot of jack daniels.. this is too strange.
<crackshotno_1> need to get that scroll and the pictures. this is just too much of a coincidence. but what i think is imposible
*crackshotno_1 going for third short of jack daniels
<legendlover> it should be, what was the end of that sentence? he made a what?
<crackshotno_1> well he made a very odd comment for a kid his age
<legendlover> what did he say?
<crackshotno_1> he said that i would not understand what he was to this girl but that it was his responsibility to protect her. and had done so before
*crackshotno_1 fall down from chair
*crackshotno_1 shugs glass of daniels and goes for another
<legendlover> that is strange. as a pack leader the inuyasha of legend had to protect his mate from damn near everything.
<crackshotno_1> that was what just shocked the lights out of me.
<crackshotno_1> it just sounded to much like this legend half demon
<legendlover> the really frightening part was that not only could he, but he did. he damn near died for her repeatedly.
The conversation went on for a long time, and the more they discussed the legend the drunker both men got. Seijuro ended draining almost the whole bottle on his own and it was a miracle at all, that he could keep typing and remembered the correct command to save the log. Not bothering to go to his room he just crashed on the couch. His father had ended in much the same way only thing though was that in California it was still early afternoon. His last thought before passing out was that his Mom was going to tear his Dad’s hide off for getting so plastered that early.
According to some info I read on Japanese honorifics, lately is been accepted to use the honorific ‘kun’ when addressing a female co-worker. It is mostly to avoid discrimination, something like treating women the same as men. The information might be wrong but I rather liked the use of that. If you want to read it e-mail me and I’ll send you the address or post it on the next chapter.
Also there are a lot of typhos and even some mistakes on the part were the IRC chat is taking place. The thing is it’s supposed to be that way. So far I have not met a perfect typist on the channel and I decided to leave it like that to add some flavor and the feeling of a chat. (It actually is anyway. Telosphilos and I did some role playing on IRC to get the conversation right and I want to thank her for helping me get it done.) There is more to the chat between Nomura and his father but I’m not sure if you like to read it. I would post it as a side story if I get enough request for it.