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Madman

By Rinseternalsoul

Chapter 11 - The Mystery of the Missing Miko

**Disclaimer: I wish, I wish, that I could own Sesshomaru, but Rumiko Takahashi has that distinct pleasure all her own.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little later than usual. I've been absorbed in writing the last two chapters of The House of Lemons. If any of you are interested, drop in and pay us a visit. SilentDeath and I have recently added 3 chapters. Suffocation by SilentDeath is a Kag/Sess one-shot, and I've added Kagome's Teenie Weenie Bikini also Kag/Sess, as well as Allure, which is my naughtiest one-shot yet, featuring multiple pairings. You can find The House of Lemons at AdultFanfiction.net and Mediaminer.org. (blushes at shameless plug)

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Detective Kobayashi Naoaki pulled the pictures of the two swords from his pocket and handed them to Maya Higurashi. He was hoping that Maya would make a connection between Taisho Shuusaka and the mysterious collection of ancient artifacts that he discovered hidden in the businessman's home. Both Taisho and Higurashi remained unfound, and he was still trying to ascertain the relationship between them both in hopes that it would lead him to the ones responsible.

"Inuyasha's Tetsusaiga?" Maya muttered in surprise.

"Excuse me?" Kobayashi asked. 'She knows them,' he thought, remembering the name, Inuyasha, distinctly mentioned by the swordsmith, Totosai. He waited patiently for her to talk, realizing the benefits of silence for drawing information from a person. Naokai had to admit, that watching Maya was no difficult task at all, because she was a particularly pretty woman, with an air of kindness around her. The past few days of worrying over her daughter were putting a strain on her natural good looks. Dark circles were shading her eyes and she appeared exhausted at best. He wondered if she were sleeping at all?

Maya looked up from the photographs with a sad smile. She was almost positive that the picture in her right hand was the famous sword carried by her daughter's lost love, the half demon, Inuyasha. What she didn't understand, was how this pertained to Kagome's disappearance? "I guess that I'm a little confused, detective. What does Inuyasha's sword have to do with my missing daughter?"

"I was hoping that you could tell me," Naokai said in a tired voice. "Can you tell me about this man, Inuyasha? Was Kagome in a relationship with him?"

Maya gave a sad, nervous laugh. "I guess you could say that, but I assure you, Inuyasha had nothing to do with Kagome's disappearance."

His interest was peaked. The lady sounded strong in her belief, but he couldn't ignore the possibility of it. This man called Inuyasha, was somehow connected Taisho, and that meant a direct connection between Higurashi and Taisho through him. "Can you be more specific, Higurashi-san?"

Maya answered him with ease. The fact that Inuyasha was sealed beyond the well, five hundred years in the past, wasn't something that she could tell the handsome man questioning her, but years of practice made her answer sound more than acceptable. "I can tell you this, detective. Inuyasha is not from Tokyo." A little lie never hurt. "My daughter has not spoken a word to him in over three years. They were torn apart through no making of their own. You see, Inuyasha was Kagome's protector. He would never let anything happen to her."

Kobayashi jotted the pertinent information in his little notebook, but looked up when she stopped speaking. "I know this is difficult for you Higurashi-san, but I assure you, anything that you can think of will help." Strangely she scoffed at him as if this line of questioning were ridiculous. Naokai sat his pen down and gave her his complete attention. "Please, Maya. This is important."

"No. This is a waste of time." Maya answered, growing impatient with the man, though she knew she shouldn't be. It was the lack of sleep talking. That and the constant knot of agony that had settled in her stomach the day that Kagome was taken from her family. She sighed and rubbed her cheeks with the palms of her hands. It wasn't Naokai's fault, and he didn't deserve her ire. She was just tired. So very, very tired. "Sumimasen, Kobayashi-sama. I am not feeling myself these days."

Naokai shook his head in understanding. He could see the woman's pain shining in her unusual dark blue eyes. If he weren't carrying the badge labeling him as an officer of the law, he would have reached out to comfort her with an embrace. He wanted to hold her and offer what solace that he could, but that would be conduct unbefitting of an officer.

Damn, he silently cursed. He needed to focus on his job. This wasn't a social call. "I understand, Higurashi-san. You are under a great suffering right now. These questions may sound insignificant to you, but if I can trace this Inuyasha character, there's a chance that someone connected to him is responsible for the kidnapping of your daughter. If I can find them, there's a good chance that we can find Kagome. Inuyasha may not be directly responsible, but someone he knows, or works for, could be responsible. Look, it's a long shot, but right now, it's one of the only shots that we've got."

Maya took a deep breath, and released it slowly. He was only trying to help. He doesn't know who Inuyasha was. He wouldn't know that Inuyasha would have happily lain down his life to protect Kagome. "That's just impossible, detective."

Naokai was trying not to lose his patience with the distraught woman, but her answers were beginning to really grate on his nerves. How could she be so positive that Inuyasha didn't orchestrate the kidnapping? How can she be so sure that he wasn't connected to a black-market selling of rare antiquities? "How, Higurashi-san? How can you be so sure?"

She leaned forward and handed him back the photos then said, "Because, detective. Inuyasha has been dead for many years."

If it wouldn't have been horribly rude, Naokai would have cursed the gods for sending him yet another dead end. His head fell and he ran his hand roughly over his thick head of peppered gray hair. "I don't believe this," he mumbled in frustration.

"Oh, I assure you, Inuyasha is not alive. If he were, nothing would have stopped him from reaching Kagome. She would be here, right now, and I would not have this heart-wrenching pain of loss that never goes away." Her voice grew a little desperate and the tears began to flow. "I am trying to remain hopeful. I truly am, but it's been three days and still not a word." Her voice trembled and she dabbed at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.

Kobayashi couldn't stop his feet from moving, despite what was deemed as unacceptable behavior by his superiors. He reached out, and pulled the small woman into his arms and held her close, breathing in her fresh clean smell. Her sobs grew stronger and he gently stroked her back, while whispering soothing noises in hopes of easing her pain.

When the moment was ended, she awkwardly pulled away, whispering needless apologies and swiping at her eyes. When she looked up and met his eyes, there was a pretty tint of pink staining her cheeks, and Naokai wished that he could see her smiling like that. She was a beauty, and he couldn't deny that he felt an attraction to her, as unexpected as it was. He hadn't felt like this over a woman in many years.

In an attempt to distract her from the situation, Naokai asked, "Do you recognize the other sword?"

Maya shook her head with a sniff. "I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that one. Inuyasha's sword is special. It's very old, and very valuable, though it may not appear so."

"Can you give me Inuyasha's surname? Does he have any living relatives?" the detective asked.

"He was only Inuyasha to us. As for relatives, well, he had a brother. Kagome said that his name was... let me remember... Sesshomaru. Yes. That was it, but I fear that is not going to be of any help to you. It was a long time ago, and Kagome said that he and Inuyasha were not on good terms."

Now that was something that he could use. There was strife between brothers? "Do you know where I can find Sesshomaru?"

Again Maya shrugged carelessly. "I don't think that he is alive either, though I can't say for sure."

Naokai smiled and closed his notebook. "Arigato, Higurashi-san. I don't know if this will help, but I've cracked other cases on less."

"Please, detective, call me Maya," she offered. He nodded in appreciation of her kind offer. "It is a lovely name, Maya. I would ask that you do me the same courtesy, by calling me Naokai." Her smile, though small, was a welcome sight, and Naokai felt a stirring in his heart for this fragile woman.

In his car, Naokai took out his notes and skimmed them. The information that he gained here was mostly useless, but he still believed that there was a connection between Taisho and Higurashi. He just needed to find it.

So far he had two confirmed miko's, as well as one sword collecting businessman, who just happened to have in his possession a valuable sword once owned by the dead boyfriend of one of the miko's. Coincidence? There were never coincidences in his line of business. There was a connection. He was sure of it.

Kobayashi slipped his pen back into his pocket and started the ignition. He decided to pay the penthouse apartment of Taisho Shuusaka one more visit. Maybe there was something that he missed.

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Kagome stretched her back and groaned. Sitting around on the roof of an abandoned apartment building wasn't exactly her cup of tea. Not only was it boring, but pigeons seemed to consider her the next best thing to a concrete statue. Much to Shuusaka's amusement, she spent at least five hours shooing away the aggravating birds while trying to catch a nap.

It was getting dark now, and soon they would be able to leave. Shuusaka was sitting against a wall, staring off into the distance like some romanticized vision of every girls dream god. For a moment she just stood there and allowed herself to appreciate his otherworldly beauty, unhindered by his self-imposed facade of stoic arrogance. Unfortunately, it all ended too soon when he stood up and said, "Do all human women snore?"

"Argh!" Kagome growled before turning away. 'He really knows how to ruin a good vision'. "I wasn't sleeping," she snapped, while rubbing her sore bum with both hands.

"Hn. That is not how it sounded," he replied. Kagome was busy trying to think up a suitably scathing remark, but her response was cut short when Shuusaka added, "The night will give us cover with which to approach your friends apartment. Come."

In seconds they were on the ground in an alley across the street from Rishou's apartment building. Kagome could see the glass doors that marked the entrance, but there was an elderly couple standing there talking, so they waited to approach. She was beginning to grow impatient when the two of them finally said their good-byes and moved on.

"Just act naturally," Shuusaka said, before putting his arm around her and pulling her close. Kagome wanted to protest the close proximity, but the argument died in her throat. She was beginning to get used to it, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Instead, she let him lead her across the street, dimly lit by the towering lights above. She kept her face down, in case anyone noticed her, and Sesshomaru attempted to do the same, though his hair color was a dead giveaway. Too bad he lost his hat back at the cabin. It really looked sexy on him.

'ACK! Did I just think that? Bad Kagome!'

On the way across the street, she gained a few strange looks. One from a guy on a bicycle, who found her lack of clothing all too fascinating. Apparently the T-shirt wasn't exactly the equivalent to camouflage, or at least it left enough leg showing to attract some unwanted attention. Kagome jumped when a growl of warning erupted from the daiyoukai beside her, scaring the poor kid to death, and causing him to run his bicycle right into the stop sign. Kagome gasped when he hit, because it looked awfully painful, but Sesshomaru's vice-like grip wasn't about to let up for her to go see if he was okay. "Fine," she muttered angrily

Sesshomaru ignored her spike in temper, as he was currently scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. He didn't detect the presence of a tracker, but there were many humans within the area. It was unfortunate that he couldn't ascertain their intent, so he was unable to determine if they were average citizens or the enemy.

He pushed the glass door open and pushed her through. She gave him little resistance, but he could feel her growing ire at being manhandled in such a way. Once inside the building he relaxed minimally, easing up on his grasp of her arm, but still remaining on guard for suspicious humans.

There were three mortals in the lobby. One male was sitting on a low sofa reading a newspaper, while two young teens were gossiping near the elevator about their day. A janitor was busily watering plants with a cart full of cleaning supplies not far away. He allowed Kagome to direct the way, but when she headed for the elevator, he stopped her. "We will take the stairs."

She glared at him, but nodded in agreement, before altering her path toward the stairwell. Sesshomaru took a quick glance around, making sure that they were not being watched, before shuffling her through the opening. "What floor?" he asked.

"Fourteenth," Kagome replied with a note of despair in her voice. She looked up at the hundreds of stairs waiting for her to tackle, and sighed deeply before taking the first step.

At floor eleven, Kagome knew that she was badly out of shape. Her legs were burning from the strain, and her breathing was becoming labored, and she couldn't help fantasizing about a giant Styrofoam cup full of crushed ice and Mountain Dew. She looked over her shoulder at Shuusaka, who still looked like he could run a marathon with ease. Resisting the urge to growl in frustration, she poured her temper into her task.

Sesshomaru smirked at the miko's slowing pace. She was really beginning to struggle from the climb now, but she still refused to show her weakness in front of him. For some reason, that knowledge made him proud. Why he should care was beyond his imagining, but the feeling was there none-the-less. By the end of the twelfth floor, Sesshomaru could actually see her knees shaking before she took the next step, and despite the enjoyment that he was receiving from watching her round behind, he decided to offer his aid.

'I can make it. I can make it. I can ma...' Kagome looked up from her stern concentration when a wonderfully strong arm encircled her waist. For once, the thought to protest never stirred. Although she wanted to swat him, for making her climb all of the stupid stairs to begin with, she was unbelievably grateful for his sudden assistance.

'First thing to do after I get out of this mess... Join a health club.' Kagome mentally groaned as Sesshomaru released his hold on her at the top of the stairs. She looked up with a rosy blush to her face. "Thanks. I guess I'm pretty tired from all of the running we've been doing."

"Understandable," Shuusaka replied, and Kagome was surprised that he ended it there. She half expected his trademark sarcasm to kick in and take the opportunity to make her feel useless. Through the unexpected moment, Kagome managed a smile before turning to ring the bell on Rishou's door.

Rishou frowned when the buzzer rang. He was in the middle of watching Jin and Mugen kicking some ass on Samurai Champloo. It was the first time he felt up to watching television since Kagome's disappearance. He was worried as hell for her, and everyone feared the worst. The waiting and not knowing if she was dead or alive was driving him fucking crazy.

After closing up shop today, he called her mom. Higurashi-san was not taking it well, and he could hear it in her voice. She told him about the detective working the case and for the first time in days he felt a little hope. She told him that the man was dedicated to finding Kagome, and she knew in her heart that he would find her alive. She sounded so sure. It was more hope than he had dared to have before, and he latched on to it.

Kami, he prayed that she was right.

Talking to Higurashi-san had helped, but it was the talk that he had with his 'homee' that gave him real hope. Apparently, the guys were looking for her too. They had a good network, and assured him that they were doing their best. Rishou knew that if anyone could find the bastards that took Kagome, they could.

With a frustrated growl, he sat his beer down on the black marble tabletop and stood to go get the door. He peeked through the hole but couldn't make out anything beyond the front of a man's chest. He popped open the latches and unbolted the door, but was suddenly flung to the floor on his ass when something heavy hurled toward him.

"Rishou!"

"Ka... Kagome?" Were his eyes playing tricks on him? 'Dear Kami... Let her be real.' Rishou stood, and cautiously put his hand out to touch her face. He was shaking, and it showed, but he didn't care. He had to touch her, and know that she was really there. Really alive and unharmed. She just stood there, smiling at him, with a sad twinkle in her eyes. Only when his fingertips encountered warm soft flesh did he dare to breathe. It was her, and she was really okay. "Oh Kagome," he whispered, before pulling her completely and firmly into his arms. He buried his face against her soft hair and neck, inhaling her freshness and thanking the Gods for her return.

Until a growl that vibrated through his very bones made him grow stiff with fear.

Rishou reacted as quickly as his mortal body would allow. He shoved Kagome behind him as he turned to face the wild animal that somehow made it into his apartment building, but when his eyes locked onto the icy amber eyes of a man, he almost staggered backwards, trampling right over the woman that he was trying to protect.

"Oh stop it Sess... Shuusaka," Kagome chastised, realizing her mistake just before blowing his cover. She really needed to work on that. It was just so hard to remember that he wasn't known as Sesshomaru anymore, when she had called him by that name since the day they met so long ago. "He's a friend. He's going to help us."

As suddenly as the urge to attack had risen, Shuusaka pushed it down again. He was actually surprised at his own reaction to the sight of this mortal embracing his miko. Jealousy was something that he rarely experienced, even in his long lifetime. From the day of his birth he had been denied very little. In his youth he simply took what he wanted and in his adulthood he bought it. Here though, he had suddenly encountered a jealousy that almost rivaled the stab that ripped through him the day that he learned that his exalted father had willed the Tetsusaiga to his lowly, bastard, half-brother. And over a woman. How utterly disgraceful.

Shuusaka stared down his nose at the human male. The mortal's reaction to seeing Kagome safe and well was to be expected, however the instinct to keep him away from her was bordering on primal. He could sense a deep connection between this male and Kagome, and amazingly, it was taking quite a bit of energy to contain the urge to pull her back from where she now stood, thoroughly giving him her most evil glare, which honestly didn't amount to much at all. Why did he feel this way? Why was she effecting him so deeply?

Was he beginning to care for this onna on a personal level?

Rishou was stunned into silence. The thing that growled like that was a man? No, not just a man, but the missing CEO of Taisho Arms Incorporated, Taisho Shuusaka. What the hell was going on? Rishou looked around the hallway, thankfully not seeing any of his neighbors, then gestured toward his doorway. "Please, come inside. I'm dying to hear this story."

Kagome laughed and patted Rishou on the arm with familiarity. "I'm sure you are, but first, I was wondering if I could use your phone to call my mom?"

"Of course you can Kagome. She's been really upset," Rishou said, as he followed the frigid businessman inside. He could see the guy giving his flat the once over, and wondered how his place compared to that of a man with unlimited income. 'Probably not even close', he inwardly mumbled. What was Kagome doing with this guy? And why had she brought him here?

Sesshomaru deduced that the boy who lived here was a frivolous pup, who reveled in his static youth. A pup with absolutely no taste in the finer things in life. Instead of masterful works of art, painted by the hands of brilliant artists and framed in brass, pewter and gold, this fool chose to fashioned his home in glossy posters of anime characters framed in glass, shining metal, and black plastic. There were no finely crafted vases placed tastefully within the rooms, or detailed sculptures molded from the mind of a master. In their place were expensively crafted cases of glass which displayed figurines of even more fictional characters of various pop culture heroes.

The human was obviously obsessed with anime.

At least his taste in furniture was adequate, if not a bit too soft. Shuusaka leaned back and got comfortable, while Kagome dialed the number to her mother's home. He could feel her anxiousness vibrating against his skin, and he felt relieved that she would finally have the opportunity to speak with her mother. It was obvious how worried the miko was over her families concern for her safety.

As he ignored the human youth attempting to draw him into some nonsense conversation, he wondered if anyone was concerned for him? Was there anyone out there that really cared that he was gone? Besides his lawyers of course, who were probably having a time of it since his disappearance.

With a sigh and a smidgen of frustration, Sesshomaru pushed the thought aside. There was no use in wallowing in ones self pity. That was beneath him. Besides, being alone was something that he had grown fond of. There were no pesky pack members to interrupt his life with impromptu visits and insolent young children running amuck, ruining his carpeting and scratching his wood flooring. He answered to no one. Traveled when he wanted to and worked as much, and as often, as he liked. There was no one to demand hours of his personal time and he like it like that.

Didn't he?

Kagome listened to the ringing of the telephone, and only when her mom answered with a sad and weary "Mushi Mushi", did the tears begin to fall. "Mama?" Kagome whispered, finding that her voice had suddenly left her. For what felt like the longest time in history, Kagome waited to hear her response.

"K... Kagome? Is.... is it really you?" Maya whispered, hoping beyond hope that it was true, but fearing that this was only a cruel joke.

"Yes Mama, Kagome choked, It's me. I'm alright. I'm not hurt and I'm safe for now."

Maya felt every bit of breath in her body leave her in one powerful gust, and then she sank down to the kitchen floor with the phone clutched desperately in her hands. "Oh thank the Kami. My daughter. I've been so worried. So terrified!" Her body was wracked with sobs of relief and gratitude for the blessing. Maya finally smiled through it all and said, "Kagome, I love you so much. I thought that you were lost forever. What's going on? Where are you?"

"I love you too. I'm sorry that you have to go through this Mama, but I need you to be strong, because it's not over yet. I can't tell you everything over the phone, and I can't talk long, in case they are tracing the call from our house," Kagome told her Mom with a sniffle. "This isn't over yet, Mama. I can't come home now, and I'm not sure when it will be safe to. The people that are looking for me are bad people, Mama, and they have access the military. They have guns and Trackers and... Oh Kami, this sounds really bad. I don't want to make you worry more, but you have to know. They are after me because I'm a miko. I'm with Taisho Shuusaka, and he's protecting me, so don't worry. It's complicated, and we really don't know that much. Right now we are trying to find out who they are, while trying to stay one step ahead of them. I really am sorry Mama. I wish I could come home and see you, but I just can't. I have to go now. Please tell Souta and Grandpa that I love them too."

"Kagome, Maya pleaded, don't go yet. I don't understand. Kagome?"

"Please Mama. I have to do this. These people are murderers. They killed Eri, and I think they killed the other girls too, because they all had some amount of miko power. They are after me, and trying to kill Sesshomaru. We are in danger, and I don't want them to focus on you. You mustn't report that you talked to me, okay? I don't know what I would do if they came after you guys. You have to promise, Mama. Promise that you won't say anything about what I've told you until we set this right."

"Oh my goodness. You mean, they could come here?" Thoughts of Souta and her father's lives being placed in danger enforced her resolve. "I understand. I trust you Kagome. Be safe, and return home to me as soon as you can."

She said goodbye to her only daughter, who just minutes ago was missing and presumed dead. Despite the odds, Kagome was alive, but still in danger. The relief that she felt at hearing her voice, was becoming shadowed with fear over the story she had been told. It was frightening, to think that someone linked to the military was after her child - a sweet, responsible young woman - who had never done anything against the law in her entire life. Who would do this? Why were they after the miko's?

And why had Kagome called Taisho Shuusaka, by the name given to Inuyasha's half-brother, the full demon, Sesshomaru?

No, she hadn't missed that little slip from her daughter's tongue. It could have been a simple mistake, of course. The name of an ancient demon Lord could have slipped out accidentally, in place of the reclusive businessman Taisho Shuusaka, who was now protecting Kagome from these madmen. Could it be that Taisho Shuusaka - who was apparently in possession of Tetsusaiga according to Detective Kobayashi - was really Inuyasha's powerful elder brother?

She certainly hoped so.

If Inuyasha couldn't be here to protect her daughter from this new evil, then she hoped that his brother would be there to keep her safe. It was the greatest hope that she had, and she would hold onto it. If that youkai had half of the determination that Inuyasha did, then Kagome would be safe.

Maya finally peeled herself off of the floor and headed into the living room to call Souta and Grandpa down for the good news.

Souta barreled down the stairs and asked "What's up?" before plopping down on the sofa. His grandfather meandered along behind and found a seat in his old, worn recliner. "Maya? Is there something wrong?"

"No, no. It's good news. It's Kagome. She called. She's alright." Maya said this with a warm smile and tears glistening in her eyes. Souta sat straight up in surprise. "She called? Are you sure?" He wanted to believe it was true. He really did, but his mom had been missing sleep and he was already worried that it was too much for her aging body. Could she be imagining it?

"Yes. I'm sure. You sister is alive and well," Maya broke down into tears once more, but this time they were full of relief and happiness. Souta hugged her close and grandpa joined them as they all thanked the heavens for their gift.

"She's alive."

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"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?"

Naokai looked up with a start from the lock that he was turning, when a gruff voice growled from behind him. Immediately he detected aggression in the sharply dressed young male standing just a few meters from him. It put him on edge, and the fact that he never heard the guy come up on him, set him ill at ease. Naokai reached for his wallet, but the guy took a threatening step forward. "Hold it buddy. Tokyo Police. I'm just getting my wallet."

Kouga narrowed his eyes, but gave the human a chance. When he flashed a silver identification badge, the wolf relaxed a little, but not much. He never trusted cops. Most of them were as crooked as the poor suckers that they arrested. "Okay, so you've got a shiny badge. That doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

Naokai put his badge away, and gave the man a glare. "I could ask you the same. Are you aware that this floor has been placed under police jurisdiction until further notice?"

"Nani?" Kouga asked in surprise. "Why?"

How the man could have been unaware of Taisho's disappearance, when the newspapers and television were covered in stories about the wealthy business owner's kidnapping, was beyond his understanding. "You mean you don't know? Taisho is missing. I'm the detective on the case."

"Is this yours," Kouga asked, before flipping the cheap, white, business card from his pocket.

"It is. What's your name, son?" Kobayashi asked.

"Son? Don't talk to me like I'm a baby faced idiot," Kouga growled. "The name's Ookami Kouga."

Kobayashi nodded stiffly. He wasn't sure if he liked this punk yet, but decided to reserve judgement just yet. The guy was dressed in some expensive threads, and sported a flashy gold wristwatch and diamond in his left ear. His long black hair was pulled neatly behind his head, and the shoes on his feet probably cost three months worth of a cop's salary. Taisho was loaded, and apparently so were his friends.

"I spoke with old Totosai yesterday morning, and he gave me your card," Kouga said. "Say, the old geezer said that you were looking for a girl by the name of Kagome. You got a picture, by chance?" Naokai nodded sternly and pulled his notebook from the inside pocket of his coat. He flipped to the spot and held it out for the man to see. Taped to the first page of notes was a wallet-sized photo of Higurashi Kagome.

"Ka... Kagome..." Kouga murmured in awe. He reached out slowly, as if he meant to touch her smiling face, but then he dropped his arm, and his head fell, hiding his eyes behind thick, ebony bangs. "It's true then."

Kobayashi was confused and somewhat excited. Here was another link between Taisho and Higurashi. It was obvious that Ookami knew Higurashi. Now, if he could just find out how Kagome knows Taisho. "If you have any idea who has taken Higurashi Kagome, I need you to tell me, Ookami. Every second counts in a case like this."

"Shit! I didn't even know that she was missing until you came along," Kouga spat. His hands clenched tightly and a low growl began to emerge. "I'll tear them apart if they hurt her!"

From the way things looked, Inuyasha wasn't the only man who cared deeply for this particular young woman. Naokai made a mental note to pull Ookami's records. It may give him some leads. "Tell me, Ookami-sama, because I'm curious, how does Taisho connect with Higurashi?"

Kouga's eyes narrowed as he considered how much should be said concerning the daiyoukai. He was all too aware of the need to keep Sesshomaru's youkai heritage a secret. Hell, he had been hiding under the guise of humanity for centuries himself. "I guess the link you are looking for is Inuyasha."

Kobayashi had to fight down the urge to sigh heavily in relief. Thank Kami that someone could answer that question. "Okay, I'll bite. How is Inuyasha connected the Taisho?"

"Simple. They were brother's," Kouga told the detective. "Though they weren't exactly a tight knit family, if you know what I mean."

"Brother's..." Kobayashi muttered. He pulled out his notebook, and flipped it open. Yep. He was right. Maya had told him that Inuyasha's brother was a guy named 'Sesshomaru'. Could Shuusaka be an alias? "Any more family?" he asked. Curious now from the man's answer.

"Not that I know of," Kouga replied. "Hey, Totosai said that you think Taisho has something to do with her disappearance, but you said that he's missing too. I don't know what the hell he would want with Kagome. Everyone knows that he took possession of Tetsusaiga when Inuyasha died."

There was that sword again. Naokai was beginning to wonder how deep all of this ran. He was pretty sure that Ookami was holding something back, just like Maya, but not sure what it could be. Kobayashi turned away from the young man and clicked the lock in Taisho's door. Ookami had been really helpful so far, and he was putting his bets down that he knew even more. "Do you have a minute to step inside, Ookami? I hope that you can help me out with my problem."

Kouga considered his options. On one hand, he was reluctant to trust this human any further than he already had, but at the same time, Kagome's life could rest in his hands. If someone was strong enough to attack and subdue Sesshomaru, then they must be a formidable foe. He needed all the information that he could get in order to save Kagome, and so far, this detective knew more than anyone else.

The wolf prince made his decision.

"Yeah, Kouga agreed, let's talk."

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WARNING: Below is a bondage lemon scene between Juria and Hotaka. Skip it if you're too young or just don't like this sort of thing.

"You have failed me, aikouka (lover)," Hotaka whispered into her ear. Juria stood, tall and proud, accepting her fate. Well, as tall and proud as one could when spread, cuffed, and manacled, in her Master's 'dark' room. His breath on her neck made her shiver and she knew that he would not be gentle with his punishment. These soft caresses were simply a tease to her senses and a reminder of what she would be missing due to her failure.

Hotaka circled his succulent young soldier. She was the perfect killer. A huntress who rivaled any Amazonian warrior, but yesterday his finest soldier had failed to bring in her prey. Juria had allowed the youkai to once more foil his plans and it really pissed him off.

Juria was the best. Almost better than himself, and he had not expected her to fail. "You realize, my beautiful seductress, that our plans are now in jeopardy of permanent setback? The scientists have already begun the incubation of the first one hundred genetically charged fetuses. I have seen this with my own eyes. Our army is growing to maturity as we speak, and yet, you have failed to capture the two beings on this Earth that could destroy everything that we have worked for. The youkai, Taisho, must die. He knows our location, and protects the miko that could be the key to powering the Purity Machine. She was in your grasp, Juria, and you allowed her to escape."

"Please forgive me, Master," Juria murmured in regret. She hated failure. She hated it in others, and she abhorred it in herself. She deserved her punishment. In fact, she secretly craved it.

Hotaka slowly traced his palm over the flat plane of her stomach and up to envelope her breast, where he found her bare nipples grown into hard pebbles to tease him. He took one between his thumb and forefinger and twisted, while pulling firmly. He watched her face as she threw back her head with a groan. Yes, his woman enjoyed this rough play, but today, she must learn that to displease him meant pain.

He pulled and twisted harder.

She screamed, and Hotaka smiled.

"Yes, my pretty killer, scream for me. Repent, for failing your Master." She screamed again and he then he released her, to flick lightly over the swollen peak. Again he began circling her, while enjoying the sounds of her panting breaths amongst the silence. He admired her lean, shapely body, bared for him and him alone. She was toned with feminine muscle in all the right places, while adorned with perfect swells of womanly flesh just where he liked it. Hotaka traced his palm over the curve of her ass, rubbing gentle circles, and thrilling in her softness.

Once more, Hotaka pulled away, but this time he returned with a long black leather riding crop. He traced the same path that his hand had followed with the tip, until he found the spot where he would begin. He pulled back and let the punishment commence.

::SMACK::

She grimaced, and clenched her teeth hard, attempting to hold back the cry. Hotaka only grinned at her useless effort. She would crack for him, eventually. After admiring the bright red, and swelling, whelp now rising on the porcelain skin of her beautiful ass, Hotaka found the next spot that desired his attention.

She was sweating now, under the pressure of holding in the pain. They had been at this for over an hour now, with her Master trading the riding crop for the same color cat-o-nine-tails not too long ago. The pinpoint sting of the riding crop was now spread into a painful lash of leather covering wide strips of her flesh. Her body was on fire from the painful flogging, but still her Master did not relent. He wanted to hear her scream. He wanted her to submit.

She gasped, when he struck her front. The nine strips of leather bit into the flesh of her aching and heavy breasts. His laughter was maniacal and she felt her pussy seeping wet juices down her legs. Again he hit her, this time searing the tender folds of her labia, open to him through her wide spread legs. This time, it was too much, and she gave in, as he knew that she would. Her pain echoed through the chamber when she threw her head back and released it in defeat. She screamed.

"He stepped up and rubbed his hard erection against the softness of her pink stinging ass. "Mmm... that's my girl. Sing for me baby. Let it all out."

On, and on he tormented her with pleasure and pain, until she was a whimpering puddle of crying submissive flesh. Juria could take it no more. Her pussy throbbed with a painful need and her body was hypersensitive to the merest brush of air against her stinging skin. Her nipples were sore and raw from his rough treatment, and when his mouth clamped down to suckle gently, circling her nipple with his warm, wet tongue, Juria couldn't take it anymore. "Please Master. Please take me now, she wheezed."

The laugh that accompanied her plea, surprised her. Juria snapped her eyes up tiredly, finding that instead of circling her, to mount from behind, her Master was preparing to leave the room. "Wh... where are you going, Master?"

Hotaka stopped and turned back to his pet. She looked the vision of perfect loveliness, hanging from the ceiling-mounted chains and cuffs, with her body red and streaked with abuse. He walked back to her and kissed her lips gently, before dipping down, to trace the inside of her thigh. His hand came back soaked with her juices and he knew that she was aching with the need for his cock. He was horribly tempted to give it to her. In fact, his dick was as hard as a rock, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it deep inside her pussy, then fuck her into unconsciousness.

Unfortunately, that couldn't happen today.

"Such a waste, Hotaka murmured, all of these sweet juices soaking the floor instead of my cock. Is this what you want, my sweet?" He moved up to rub lewdly against her core, pressing his clothed erection against her moist heat.

"Y... yes, Master, please," She whispered through panting breaths.

He pulled away and smiled down at her begging face. He reached out and traced her jaw lovingly. "No, my precious one. You may not have your pleasure today. Today, you will know only pain." As much as he wanted her, he forced himself to turn away. Her whimper of despair almost changed his mind, but he held strong. Self-discipline was his most prized characteristic, and he felt empowered as he refused her siren's call. Hotaka stepped from the room, leaving his love to think on her mistakes.

He headed for his room, where he gathered a change of clothing, before stepping into the bathroom. Hotaka flipped on the lights and stood before the wall length mirror. His dark hair was cut short and kept neat and clean. His chest was bare, exposing tightly formed muscles and a sprinkling of equally dark chest hair. His baggy gray pants rested low on his hips, and he unbuckled the belt before dropping them to his feet and stepping out. His cock was still hard, and in need of some attention from a warm, soft, mouth or a hot, wet, pussy, but not today. Juria was his only lover. He would have no other. And neither would she.

His eyes narrowed and he reached down to firmly grasp his hard length. He began pumping his hand up and down, then closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to run free. Instead of his hand, it was now his lovely pet, sucking him and teasing him with her tongue. He pumped faster, only opening his eyes when he felt the familiar stirring of climax approaching. He grunted, and squeezed, humping into his palm, breathing hard, and panting under the strain.

Finally he could stand it no more and groaned as his cum shot from his dick to splatter on the cold tile floor. Two... three... "Oh Fuck... Juria," he called as the last of his seed hit the floor.

Lemon ends here.

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A/N: I hope you all liked the lemon scene, and the rest of the chapter! LOL! I know that you are hoping for more fluff between Sess/Kag, but it's just not time yet. Remember, all good things come to those who wait. It's coming up soon.

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