This entry is part 7 of 22 in the series Present Time (Original Version)

Title: Present Time 7/27
Series: Inuyasha
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: This is my first Inuyasha fic. If you want to archive it, just let me know where. I will edit this and repost it in a couple of days, but I don’t think much will change, mostly grammar and spelling.

This chapter was too long so I had to cut it in two parts.

Ltnt. = Lieutenant
M.O. = Modus Operandi


Chapter 07 – part 1

Things were not going as smooth as he expected, the guys from the assault division did not want to relinquish the Jane Doe case from the park. It figures they had the suspicion it was something important and they wanted the credit. Lieutenant Sato was adamant about having his right to investigate respected since this was not classified as a homicide. The man went so far as to threaten to go to the top of police hierarchy. Of course Captain Fukishima’s orders were respected; he was after all among those at the top; it was important to solve the murders and since this girl was potential witnesses in a homicide case it entered Nomura’s jurisdiction.

“You owe me Nomura.” Sato told him coldly.

“I do?” Seijuro Nomura raised an eyebrow at the man, giving him a sarcastic smile. “Ltnt. Sato, we are talking about a potential witness for the Park Killer’s case. The moment this happened there it stopped being your case, now hand over your files.” A rather dangerous smile appeared on his handsome face. He did not like Sato, the man loved to cause trouble. “And don’t forget I’m Detective Nomura to you.” Sato froze, he hated to be reminded that piece of shit in front of him outranked him. His expression turned deadly cold.

“Calm down Sato-kun” Watanabe said in a pacifying tone. “You know we are only doing our job. None of us asked for the case.”

“Watanabe this is between Nomura and me.” Was his rude reply. The younger man shrugged indifferently used to this kind of problems, as he picked the folders from the case.

“Are you sure this is all of it?”

“What are you insinuating?” He said through narrowed eyes. “I’m not like you Nomura to withdraw information from police files.”

“Do you know that for a fact?” Nomura asked looking none to friendly. The accusation was serious; the other man shook his head knowing he’d gone a bit too far. There were rumors of course, he’d even been investigated by internal affairs and they found no wrong doing on the detective’s investigations; no missing files. “Don’t speak unless you have the proof to back up your words.” He made a pause and gave Sato a look that could chill the blood and few people had seen on Nomura’s face. “I think it’s time for you and I to have a ‘friendly’ kendo match one of these days Sato.”

“Err… maybe.” He responded nervously. A kendo match with Nomura would probably result in him getting something broken despite the protection. The man was the best in the police force, been champion in international competitions. There was no way he could beat him.

“Good. I’ll call you to set the date and time.” He said and left toward his small office; not without noticing Sato’s visible shudder; followed by Watanabe.

He was one of the lucky ones with his own place, seeing as he had one of the highest records of solved cases, otherwise he’ll be cramped in a cubicle. Of course he had to share the space with Watanabe, but there was really no problem. The younger man spent most of his time down at the coroner’s anyway. Seijuro sat behind his desk and took one of the four thin folders from the case, he began reading, motioning for his partner to do the same.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Kojiro asked as he scanned another folder.

“I’m not really sure yet, but perhaps we can find something that would lead us to this girl.”

“This witness gives a very good description.” He mussed after rereading the file. “Good enough for a composite drawing.”

“Let me see it.” Nomura scanned the written page a couple of times. “You’re right, who’s our best sketcher?”

“I think is Kazumi Yamamoto. Want me to contact her?”

“Yes, let her read the description and work on a preliminary sketch, then we’ll interview this witness again and see if he can add more details. And see if you can contact Kobayashi for the autopsies results.”

“I did that before going to Sato’s. He’s working as fast as he can; complaining he doesn’t have enough personnel. He really is overworked today, between the gang shoot out yesterday; there were six dead; and our four he’s going crazy. At least two of ours are finished. Girl and boy one; she was raped and tortured; like the others; the boy almost lost his head and he is positive it was done with a very sharp Katana, died swiftly no sign of torture. I can’t figure this guy out.” He said with a sigh.

“Me neither Kojiro.” He took another file and began reading it.

“It seems he used the same MO, but Kobayashi still has to wait for the sample analysis before giving us a conclusion. Why would he kill boys? He never did that before, it really does not check with the pattern he’s maintained till now, besides it’s the first time he has not used a wooded area.  Perhaps it’s time to accept the help of the American FBI.”

“No! At least not yet, let’s see if we can find this girl.” Seijuro mad a pause, thinking that if the girl’s attack was not related to the murders he’ll have to give in and accept the help from the Americans. “The possibility that these might be a copycat work exists, but some of the things we found on the bodies have never been disclosed to the press. Besides, all the other victims had been alone, these were not. And last night the park was a bit crowded with police and a gang war. Not the best place to commit the type of crime he does.” He paused then changed the subject, needing to think more about the case. “I’ll probably drop later by Kobayashi’s lab to see if he has found anything else.”

“I’ll see you there later then. What are you going to do meanwhile?”

“Check these files and go to the park. I’ll see if I can find some of these people, Call me when the sketch is done.”

“Right chief.” Kojiro said before leaving.


Inuyasha drooled, and she was there with the camera to bear witness. She took a few pictures of him knowing the guys would enjoy it immensely, and tease Inuyasha till kingdom come. But after a few moments of observing him, the mischievous smile on her face became a frown and she felt the beginning pangs of guilt. He never relaxed enough to be like this, if she showed them the pictures and they teased him the hanyou would not do it again.

She would never have the chance to see him like that again; he looked so young and very handsome without his eternal scowl. He also seemed to be at peace; he didn’t have much of it, not even in sleep. No she’ll keep the pictures to herself, perhaps she could tell him. Inuyasha would surely be angry; he had every reason to be, she’d abused his trust.

Kagome moved closer and sat beside him a tender smile on her face, she gently caressed his head running her fingers through his silvery mane. She’d enjoyed brushing his beautiful hair and having her fill of scratching his furry ears, to be truthful; she couldn’t get enough and only wished that he would let her do it again. The purr started again and this time he nuzzled her hand, when she tentatively caressed his cheek. Surprised she stopped and moved both hands away.

“Don’t stop.” He asked her sleepily, reaching for one of her hands and placing it back on his head.

“Did I wake you?” Kagome removed her hand. She was surprised that he was actually asking her to pet him.

“It’s Ok I’ve already slept too much.” His eyes closed and his voice for once was devoid of his gruffness. His hand grabbed hers again and moved it closer to his ears. “Scratch, I know you want to do it.”

“What about you, do you want me to scratch your ears?” He shrugged indifferently. Her voice held a slight note of amusement when she said. “You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for my benefit. If you don’t like it I’ll stop.” Kagome tried to remove her hand, but he grabbed it again. He opened his eyes to look at her, didn’t say anything for a while.

“I like it.” He finally said very softly, still looking at her and blushed a bit. “Now scratch.” Her fingers started scratching behind his ears and the purr came back.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” She commented.

“Do what?”

“Purr.” She said and he tensed fearing that she’ll reject him, purring was a demon trait. “I rather like it, sounds…” The young woman paused looking for the right word. “Comforting and relaxing.” She finally said. Feeling him relax again and push his head into her fingers silently pleading her to scratch a bit harder.

“I didn’t remember I could.” He told her. “Last time I did was the day Ofukuro died… it was also the last time I let someone scratch my ears and comb my hair.”

‘He never let Kykyo do this?’ Was her surprised thought, she really felt honored and elated.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” His voice sounded husky.

“My! Are we demanding!” Kagome giggled.

“Oh yeah! Right there! That’s the spot! Aaahh so good pprrrrrr. Hmmm… harder.” He pleaded in a moan.

“Stop wiggling! I can’t if you’re moving like that.” She said laughing.

“I can’t! prrrrr. I didn’t know you could be so good prrrrrrr.”

“Well thanks!” She said playfully. “Now how does it feel if I touch here?”

“Hmmm prrrrrrr. Sooo good.”

“Inuyasha stop squirming you’re tickling me!” Kagome laughed again.

“Aaaah How come… you know… exactly which… are the best… places? You’ve… never… done this… before right?”

Asami was surprised at what she heard, she began to worry and then get angry, and so she went into the TV room abruptly, surprising the youths. Kagome was sitting on the couch with Inuyasha’s head on her lap; he was in a rather odd and probably uncomfortable position, half his body on the couch the other on the recliner and his legs hanging from the armrests.  But the hanyou seemed oblivious to it. Her daughter had her hands on his ears, thumbs rubbing the inside of them near his scalp. Both turned to look at her wide eyed.

“Mama?” Kagome asked. Inuyasha just maneuvered his body so he could half turn and look at the door with and inquiring yet still content look; Asami thought this was the first time he really looked happy. The purr was gone though.

“Lunch is ready kids.” She said rather nervously, turning a slight shade of red that left them wondering what was going on, and went back to the kitchen. Inuyasha turned to look at Kagome, and she just shrugged. Not really having an answer. He stood up a bit stiffly and she followed suit.

“Come let’s go, there’s Oden for lunch.” She said her eyes shinning and mouth watering at the thought of her favorite food. The young woman could eat a whole pot by herself if allowed.

“Kagome you’re drooling.” Inuyasha teased her. He’d come to learn the world ceased to exist at the sole mention of Oden. Naraku could attack and she’ll not even notice with a bowl of the stuff in front of her.

“I’m not!”

“You are! Look in the mirror.”

“I don’t drool, but you do.”

“I don’t, where did you get such a stupid idea wench!” He said defensively.

‘Me drooling? Ha that’s a stupid idea!’ He thought thinking that Kagome was making things up just to spite him. The feeling of contentment gone from both of them.

“I saw you. You were drooling before I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t bitch.”

“You were dog-boy!”

“Inuyasha you WERE drooling and you DO drool at the mention of Oden Kagome, so leave it at that. Let’s eat in peace.” Asami said while serving them, if she let this go on it’ll probably end with Inuyasha being ‘sat’ and cursing Kagome. Both blushed then glared at each other but complied, eating in silence.

The rest of the afternoon went uneventful, they watched more TV, the dog demon was particularly interested in a program about the sense of smell and since he had the remote control Kagome had to watch it. Later she decided that perhaps a movie would be Ok, and after a small argument convinced Inuyasha to see it. She settled on watching Romeo must die with Jet Li, thinking that perhaps an action movie would draw his attention. It did, although Kagome had a hard time explaining that the blood and deaths he was seeing were not real. One he understood he was marveled by the fight scenes, the shootings and the guns.

Asami excused herself and went out to run some errands, since she was in Tokyo she might as well get them done. At least that was what she told Kagome, as she really went to the mall to buy some modern clothes for Inuyasha. She’d promised to help him mingle with the modern teens, so he could search for the ones that attacked her daughter and also keep watch without really standing out in the crowd. Of course with that long silvery white hair, golden eyes and furry dog ears it was not going to be easy.

After dinner Kagome went to sleep and Inuyasha waited for some minutes before going to the guest room and check the stuff Mrs. Higurashi got for him. Four odd hakamas, the legs were not as ample as his own, but he’d seen the kids wearing similar ones yesterday; one was too short though; six inner yukatas of different colors; two were long sleeved but light, two were short sleeved and the other two were kinda fluffy and warm; they had strange painted images; he liked those. A pack of… by the picture outside he guessed they were undergarments; a bit different from the strange one Kagome gave him yesterday and that he refused to wear. Another pack of what looked like tubes but by the image he realized they went on the feet; Inuyasha wondered why.

There were also a hair brush, a small brush(teeth brush) and a tube of something (tooth paste), some leather tongs, two odd hats with a hard thingy(caps); one knit thingy(another hat); one pair of those he’d heard on TV were called sunglasses, he liked them; and tried them on. Some footwear which he eyed wearily; as he’d never worn anything on his feet before; a set of clothes that looked like the ones he was wearing but smaller(pajamas), and finally two thingies that looked like odd yukatas(jackets).

He chose an odd pair of black hakama; Asami told him they were called trousers; with yellow, black and white stripes on the side of either leg. They had strange plastic thingy; that appeared to have teeth going around each leg just below the knee. Mrs. Higurashi explained it was a zipper and the reason it was there was to remove the lower part of the trouser.

“Why would anyone want to remove it?” He asked rather curious while she showed him how the things worked.

“It’s the fashion among teens these days.” She explained. “You have pants and trunks.”

“Men go around showing their legs?” He asked but played with the zipper, until he got the hang of it, then played some more just because he liked the odd sound it made.

“Some do.” He gave her a dubious look, when she took them away from him.

She told him in what order he was to put the clothes on and which was the front and back of things. Then she supervised him putting on the socks and the sneakers, knowing he’ll probably have trouble with the laces, the Nike pair she bought used Velcro. Acting like a real kid, he played with the Velcro putting it together then ripping it off. He peered at it, smelled it and tasted it making a face at the raspy end; then kept on sticking, unsticking, sticking, unsticking, sticking, unsticking on and on until Asami sharply told him to stop. She left him to get dressed and went to her own room to change too.

Twenty minutes later she came down after verifying that Kagome was indeed asleep and wearing black slacks a sweater and a jacket. She handled the young man a leather jacket; at least three sizes larger; that belonged to her husband. He was wearing a black long sleeved T-shirt that matched the trousers, a cap with the visor on the back; like he’d seen the kids at the park wear; his white mane was brushed into a semblance of order and tied with a leather thong in the back. Without his bulky clothes he looked much leaner and taller.

Both went out, Asami going ahead to get the car out of the garage where she kept it. He felt uncomfortable with the foot wear; sneakers she called them; until he started walking and realized each of his steps was bouncy, like walking on a spongy surface. Not bad… he might yet get to like the thingies. The trousers weren’t that bad either; he could still move quite comfortably, same with the t-shit. But his ears were not faring that well, the cap kept them pressed to his skull and even if it did not hurt, it felt odd not to be able to move them. He could still hear quite good though.

Going down the shrine’s steps to the street was a torture, and Inuyasha couldn’t understand why his leg was still stiff; it was better than it was in the morning but not the way it should have healed normally. Asami had explained about cars and he had the chance to see a program and many commercials to understand they were a common way of transportation on this time, but he still felt a little apprehensive when the time came to get into the thing; of course he kept that feeling to himself. He fumbled with the seat belt and after some frustrating moments and a big effort not to start cursing and destroy it; he finally managed to put it on.

Asami had a hard time not to smile at the frustration the hanyou was showing and wonder why he wasn’t being his loud obnoxious self, but she suspected he did not want to make her angry and risk the chance that she forbade Kagome to go back in time. As she drove the woman had the chance to observe the young man from the corner of her eyes, he licked his lips, swallowed nervously and his claw gripped the door handle with more force than was necessary. Since it was his first time in a car she guessed he might have the beginning of car sickness, so she opened the window; told him to remove the cap; and he gratefully poked his head out of it, soon a small smile appeared.

“Are you liking your first ride on a car?” She asked. He turned to watch her, the smile still in place.

“It’s Ok I think. This thing goes so fast, more than a horse or I can.  And I like way the air feels at this speed, if only it didn’t smell so bad.” He paused to look out the window again.

“We call that pollution, and we humans created that with our machines. You’ll probably get used to it. I suppose the air in your time is cleaner.”

“It is, when I go running in the forest it smells so fresh, of trees and earth. Are we there yet?” His eyes were taking the great number of strange buildings both short and tall; like they had grown out of horizontal space and began going up instead; as well as the many strange posts on either side of the road that had a strange yellowish light coming from them.

“Just a couple of minutes more.”

“Higurashi-sama? What are those poles with the strange orange light for?” He finally asked.

“We call them street lights. I suppose in your time not many people ventured out at night.”

“No, humans in my time don’t travel at night; afraid of youkai and wild animals. If they have to they usually carry a lamp or a torch to light their way.”

“They serve the same purpose of a lamp or torch, only instead of carrying them; we placed them on those roads we frequent. As you can see there are still a lot of people out.” She explained, some time later she turned into a part of town that looked a bit desolated; very few people on the streets; and not as many lights. “We’re here.” She said stopping in front of a dark alley closed by yellow police tape. It took her no time to find a place to leave the car. It was in front of a diner; with lots of light; that was only a few steps away, both went down. The dog demon still used Tetsusaiga as a walking cane.

He stood just outside of the entry signaled by the yellow thingy, he leaned precariously against the wall and closed his eyes trying not to be overwhelmed by the myriad of odors wafting from the place. They were just too many and confusing, and for a moment he feared he’ll end knocked out on the ground just like he did with the ink onis. He leaned heavily on Tetsusaiga’s hilt until his nose finally began to get used to the stench. Asami had a concerned looked on her face, he looked about to pass out for a few moments, but when she asked if he was Ok he merely nodded. They stayed there for at least five minutes, and then Inuyasha went into the alley ignoring the tape.

“I think you should wait here Higurashi-sama.” He suggested, by the scents he was picking it was going to be an ugly sight, he’d learned from Kagome that people from her time were not used to deal with bloody places. “It’s too dark.” He said instead.

“It’s Ok Inuyasha I brought a lamp. Don’t you need it?”

“No.” He turned to see her and she noticed that his eyes were glowing golden in the dark. “You might not like to see what’s there.”

“I know it’s not going to be a pretty sight, but I think I can handle it.” She assured him. He just shrugged and went down on all fours, it was a bit painful but he managed to ignore the protests from his leg’s muscles.

Inuyasha sniffed the ground of the sidewalk carefully; gave several passes until he was sure he could discern the different smells involved. Many humans had gone through, the most recent scent was at least 4 hours old, and the killers’ would probably be a day and faint, the victims he would recognize by the blood. His nose close to the ground he moved to where a figure was painted on the pavement, by the contours you could not tell if it was male or female, but the scent told him a lot. A young woman, the scent of jasmine was only a faint trace as well as sweat made pungent by fear and pain. In fact both were so strong he almost reeled, few times in his life had he smelled something so disturbing; the whole alley reeked of it; he had to stand up and take a few deep breaths.

Asami gasped as her lamp’s beam moved on the floor and found the silhouette drawn on the floor blood was already caked and dark, but she could tell there was a lot of it. This person had tried to reach the street and didn’t make it; a hand was stretched out in front as if begging for help. She noticed that Inuyasha had stood up and was taking a few deep breaths; he appeared deeply disturbed by something.

“Something’s wrong?” She asked, managing to keep her voice calm although she was beginning to dread her decision to go into the alley. Her stomach felt a bit queasy.

“This was one of the girls, she was young.” He began saying. “I don’t know what these men did; I would have to see the body for that; but whatever it was made her so afraid she could have almost died of it alone. I have only smelt so much fear and pain on a human when they are attacked by Youkai that feed on those emotions. But there are not many of those in my time and I don’t smell any here.” The young man sounded disturbed. “The whole place stinks with it.” He snorted to clear his nose; Asami just nodded accepting the information.

Then the young hanyou went back on all fours and kept sniffing, he found very faint traces of a boy’s; perhaps a young man; blood. Despite of the disgusting smell of blood and fear he caught a small whiff of a scent he didn’t recognize but that was definitely feminine and oddly enticing; it played with his instincts and left him feeling more perturbed and with a rather strange longing. The odor was masked by the fear and seemed older too, as it was very faint. He shook his head trying to clear it from the images of Kagome it was beginning to conjure. Most were of those few times he’d caught her bathing.

‘Damn!’ He swore mentally. ‘I really need to concentrate! This is no time to be thinking about Kagome.’ A slight growl came out of his throat.

He went back to sniffing and following the trail of blood to the end alley, he stopped when he found another area with dried crusted blood and another body painted on the floor near the side wall. There had been two people there, as he traced the area he recognized the scent from the girl by the entrance, and a boy who’d been close to the girl. There was no scent of fear from the boy but he found the kid had a smell that was vaguely familiar and yet not.

For a moment he stopped sniffing and concentrated on where he’d smelled it before. He then blushed recalling it had been on himself on those times he’d been exploring his body and discovered the pleasure of caressing certain parts of his anatomy. The kid had been sexually aroused, but had not gone all the way through as he did not find the smell of his musk. He thought about it some more until he reached the conclusion the disturbing odor coming from the girl must have been the feminine version of arousal. As he’d never been close to a female; human or youkai; in that condition he had no way of knowing what it was until he thought it over.

‘So these kids had been necking.’ He thought as his nose kept taking inventory of the scents surrounding the marks and his night seeing eyes scanned the area for more details. ‘Couldn’t they have found a nicer place? Kagome would surely hate it if I chose a place…’ He froze at the direction his thoughts were heading. ‘Idiot! What makes you think she’ll want to try that with an inexperienced hanyou like you?’ His mind went on. ‘Where in the seven hells did that come from? Aaaarrrrrggghh! I sure as hell wouldn’t like necking with her… would I?’ He growled exasperated at himself, because he had thought about doing just that with her more than once recently; odd though; he’d never wanted to do this with Kykyo.

Crouching in front of the scene, he began piecing together the information his nose and his eyes gathered. The couple was too busy to notice someone approaching, whoever it was probably cut the boy’s neck or back, as there wasn’t much blood on the wall and the girl only had very faint traces of it. He must have died instantly or been unconscious almost immediately, he could not find any trace of fear coming from his blood. The girl’s scent on the wall was another matter, although it was not yet as dense as when she died.

Watching carefully he found the trace of a foot print on the blood, noticed the direction it was pointing and bent even closer to it, the surrounding area stank of a familiar scent; that of his prey; and a dangerous growl erupted from his throat, startling Mrs. Higurashi. Somehow she knew he’d found what he was looking for, traces from one of Kagome’s attackers. Fear for her daughter’s safety began taking hold of her, but Inuyasha was sure the men had not followed her home and they could hope none knew where she lived.

“It’s them.” She stated, not really expecting Inuyasha to confirm it verbally, his growl had done that.

“One of them at least; the one that flushed Kagome; the smoky scent is almost gone as well as the alcohol, but his sweaty stench is unmistakable. I still have to check the place and see if the other was here too.”


Additional Notes:

  • In some ancient societies 15 or 16 were the age when teens became adults. I’m not really sure about Japanese feudal society, but since it serves the purpose of this story I’ll make it 16.
  • The legal procedures to get Inuyasha into Asami Higurashi’s custody are also going to be supposed, I know real life doesn’t work that way. But it serves a purpose here.
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you forgot to explain how he knew the term necking, also you misspelled t-shirt as t shit,
outside of that very good

July 11th, 2009 at 6:59 am

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