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InuYasha, P.I.	By : drcomalfy Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 7767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Case 8: The Shorui Archives
Inuyasha had taken to staking out Hi-Nezuni Tower. Why? Because exactly one week ago, when he had run down all 170 flights of stairs like a bat outta hell (for reasons that have been forbidden from being mentioned), he had burst through the side door and ran around to the front of the building only to find his single form of transportation... his beloved bike... the only male in his life that he would ever admit to loving a little more than he should...was...
...gone.
Yes, that's right. GONE. Not there. Disappeared. Vanished. Fucking Houdini'd!
It took a good ten minutes for the absence of Tetsusaiga to register in the hanyou's mind before he turned to storm right back into the building, ready for some massive bloodshed to be had (none of it being his). Problem was, the hour was late and the place was locked up as tight as a nun's starchy uniform.
What had happened to his bike? Had it been illegally parked? Was it towed?
Inuyasha had called up every towing company in the greater Edopolis area and not a single one recognized the description of the bike. Nor did any of the car yards.
So what was the natural conclusion for the young P.I. to arrive at? That Sesshomaru, the A-class asshole, STOLE it! Yeah, that's right, STOLE! As in took something that didn't belong to him! As in being sneaky and trying to avert the hanyou's attention away from his bike of Swiss cheese to... other activities that he refused to acknowledge at the moment!
And that wasn't the only thing that confused the hell out of the half-demon! Nooo. The one question that kept popping up in the white-haired bishie's mind was WHAT would Sesshomaru want with Tetsusaiga? What could possibly be so great about a bike - other than that it was Inuyasha's baby - that was riddled with bullets, scratched beyond recognition (okay, he was over dramatizing this a bit), and mangled to the point of no return? Inuyasha just didn't get it. However, regardless of this very minor detail, he was utterly positive on one thing; Sesshomaru had taken his bike hostage.
Naturally, the only logical thing to do at this point was to track Sesshomaru down, storm whatever building the girly demon was in and give him as good as Inuyasha got (not like that!). It should have been an easy task, considering how the bastard always seemed to intrude on Inuyasha's life (shut up, he was totally intruding!), but it wasn't. It was as if the demon had fallen off the face of the earth and had never even existed in the first place.
All the places Inuyasha had access to before – The Bone Eater's Well, The Miasma, Hi-Nezuni Tower – would now not even allow him set foot inside their establishments, even after he mentioned Sesshomaru's name. Demon criminals on the street would clam up when asked about the powerful youkai, not caring that their life was being threatened. It was infuriating. Just who was Sesshomaru T. Musashi to be able to keep even the lowest of lowlifes loyal to him?
So this was why he had taken to staking out the front entrance of Hi-Nezuni, determined to wait until Sesshomaru decided to show up to work so he could grill his ass for answers. However, the greaseball of a receptionist found this to be extremely unnerving, and after many failed attempts with sending out the attack dogs (Inuyasha trained them how to stand on two legs, shake, and play dead so far) the man finally had two gorilla-looking thugs physically remove Inuyasha from the block and toss him unceremoniously in a dumpster in some back alley. When the hanyou tried to go back, he found that the thugs had taken to guarding the front doors, fully ready to carry him back to his accommodated dumpster.
So now he was back to square one.
Unable to get his answers through good old fashioned detective work, Inuyasha was forced to turn to the alternative he often avoided at all costs: Research.
He didn't dare snoop through his father's files on this one; not when he was so closely linked to his prey. This left him with using the police archives. Ugh. The information there was organized in such a way that it could put even his old man to sleep.
The hanyou sighed, knowing that he was desperate (because he wanted his bike back, that is. Not because he actually wanted to find that Sesshomaru bastard), so to the police archives he went, determined to dig up whatever dirt he could.
Setting himself in front of the computer, steaming mug of coffee in one hand, Inuyasha pulled up the appropriate program and typed in 'Sesshomaru Musashi', selected the 'exact matches only' box, and hit enter.
"No matches found?!" Inuyasha shouted as the screen displayed its lack of results. "You fucking, crappy-ass system! Give me my results, damn it!"
And so, Inuyasha tried again. This time with just the family name. Musashi.
Well that was better, Inuyasha nodded in resolution. Ten pages of results. Okay, time to narrow it down. S. Musashi.
Two pages of results. And not a single one was the man he wanted. Fucking police archives.
Deciding to go out on a limb, Inuyasha simply typed in 'Sesshomaru', nothing more.
One result popped up.
Blinking in confusion (and surprised beyond belief that such a move actually worked), the detective clicked the link.
'DECEASED.'
That was it. No more information was provided. Not even a family history, let alone an address or description to let him know if this was the same Sesshomaru he was after.
"Great. Fucking great. My penis was violated by a fucking ghost," Inuyasha grumbled, a large vein popping up on his forehead.
"What was violated by a ghost?" someone asked over the hanyou's shoulder.
Inuyasha nearly leapt out of his skin at the cool voice, jumping up and whirling around to use his body to cover the screen, nearly knocking the monitor over as a result, hot coffee all but forgotten as it splashed onto the floor.
"Uncle! What the hell – I mean – what are you doing here... sir?"
Naraku raised a brow at his nephew's spastic behavior. "Do I not have a right to be down here?"
"N-no... it's just... wouldn't you have had your subordinates come down to the archives to do the nitty-gritty research?" Inuyasha asked, attempting a smile.
"You know perfectly well that I live by the rule 'If you want something done right, you must do it yourself.'" Dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You aren't using the system to cross-reference known street hookers and pornography actors again, are you?"
"What? NO!" the half-demon cried out in disgust. "Why does everyone think that was me? It was Kouga! I swear!"
A deadpanned stare.
"It's the truth! He did the search using my logon!"
Naraku sighed, deciding it best to simply drop it. "Then what are you doing here? I'm fairly certain the file I gave you contained all the police's knowledge on the Shikon no Tama."
Aw, crap. The jewel. Right. Needless to say, Inuyasha had completely forgotten about it in his quest to hunt down a certain someone. A fact made obvious by his nervous fidgeting.
"Inuyasha, what exactly are you looking up?" Naraku asked wearily, eyes attempting to peer around the demon's body.
"Nothing! Nothing," Inuyasha said as he reached further behind himself to pull random cords out of the monitor's back panel, hoping one of them would cut the feed. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want anyone knowing about Sesshomaru and him, other than Sesshomaru and him.
"Being a detective of your caliber and background, I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the importance of this case."
Inuyasha's normally perked ears lowered at the reprimand. "No, Uncle, I haven't forgotten. It's just... my bike isn't in the greatest of shape right now, so I guess I've been a little distracted."
Well, if that wasn't the biggest glossed-over truth of the century...
"I see. Your 'Tetsusaiga.' What a pity," Naraku said, not sounding sorry at all. But he accepted the poor excuse nonetheless, knowing of his nephew's deep attachment to the pathetic contraption. "Regardless, I need you to get your head back in the game. It would be a shame if I had to reassign the case to someone more capable because you are too choked up over an inanimate object to continue your investigation."
"I understand, Uncle," Inuyasha said softly.
"Good. I want a full report on your progress before the week is over." Naraku waited until he heard the, "Yes, sir," before tossing a bag of some evidence into a nearby box and taking his leave.
Once the Commissioner was gone, Inuyasha sighed and turned around to switch the computer off, only to find the monitor already blank, with thin tendrils of smoke rising from its back.
Oops.
- - -
As he trudged up the steps leading out of the underground subway system and into the bright afternoon light, Inuyasha decided that he had had enough of Edopolis' public transportation this past week to last him a lifetime. It wasn't that he considered himself to be part of the social elite whom sneered down on public services such as transportation. It was just that he had never used it before and found the overcrowded subway cars and buses, as well as the overpriced taxis, to be rather exhausting.
That and they smelled funny.
If only he had his bike...
The hanyou still had yet to tell anyone of the loss of his precious Tetsusaiga. Mainly out of the fear of how his father would react and all the questions Kouga was sure to ask. Not to mention the mothering he would have to endure from Kagome.
But his uncle had been right; Inuyasha could not put his entire life on hold for some inanimate object, let alone the bastard who probably took it in the first place.
The bastard whom he had been having wet dreams about ever since that day, in which Inuyasha had once woken up from to find himself humping his mattress like a bitch in heat, only to find release two seconds later... And what a release it was, despite the fact that he was a guy, and Sesshomaru was a guy, and they were two guys getting it on in his dream...
But that was beside the point! The point was that Naraku was right and Inuyasha couldn't afford distractions when he was in the middle of an important case. A case that he needed to make some semblance of progress on before the week was out.
And so that was why he was now doing what he had told the Commissioner he would do way back on day one, and standing in front of an old, dusty-looking shop, with a faded sign that had obviously seen better days.
The Shorui Archives was home to a flea demon known as Myouga. At first glance, the ratty old place obviously wasn't much, but as the saying goes, looks can be very deceiving. Inuyasha knew that well as he pushed open the outer door and headed down the narrow steps that took him deep underneath the building.
Myouga, the archive’s curator, was old, annoying, and a total coward to boot, but he was well known for his invaluable source of knowledge. He was definitely the one to go to when in search of anything that held a legendary status.
Giving the door a light knock before opening it to let himself in, Inuyasha grinned. If there was one thing he liked about coming to the Shorui Archives, it was the fact that it could rouse even his sense of curiosity. Him! Someone that had such a strong aversion to books of any type that one might swear it was a disease; an “I-can't-crack-open-a-book-or-I'll-DIE!” disease.
The first time he'd come here he was completely flabbergasted by how huge it really was. It was like a great big library, filled with stuff that was simply itching to be read – from books to scrolls so old that you had to wait until it was raining outside if you wished to open them without cracking the parchment. Categorized in such a way that not even the Dewey Decimal System could hold a light to. Inuyasha’s father even swore that the information kept here rivaled that of the Great Library of Alexandria itself. It was just that amazing! It was-
-a total and utterly chaotic mess... What the hell?
Stepping over a mass of paper and the remains of what looked to have once been a book's spine, Inuyasha looked about him in shock.
Nothing was on the floor-to-ceiling shelves. Nothing. Instead, all of the books and scrolls were scattered about in heaps and piles strewn about on random tables, chairs, an occasional one sticking to the ceiling, and the floor.
Narrowing his eyes, Inuyasha scanned his surroundings until he noticed a stack of papers and scrolls seemingly moving of its own accord.
"Hey!" he shouted, receiving a startled yelp in reply as the stack gave a great shudder before tumbling down to the ground, revealing a man with black hair that was tied back in a short ponytail, a purple sweater and black pants. "Miroku!" Inuyasha greeted, moving forward. "What the hell happened here? Where's Myouga?"
Looking down at the mess scattered at his feet, Miroku frowned, sighing. "Well, he was standing right in front of me... but it looks like he's left us; his soul having suddenly ascended to heaven – or wherever he'll be sent – thanks to a loud-"
"You idiot, don't even joke about that," Inuyasha said, interrupting his old high school friend from his usual dramatics. "That geezer can't die until I've talked to him! This case is important."
"You're complete lack of sympathy never fails to astound me, Inuyasha," Miroku said, bending down to clean up the immediate mess in hopes of finding his flea demon of a mentor.
Knowing the task would probably take forever considering the old fart's size, the hanyou let out an impatient huff and crouched down to help.
A whole fifteen minutes later, the now two-dimensional demon was uncovered and laid out on Miroku's palm. Neither man knew how to give CPR to a creature only a few centimeters tall (nor were they keen on trying), so Inuyasha took to poking Myouga until he woke up; something they didn't truly think would work until Myouga attached himself on the inu's pointer finger and began drinking his blood.
"I knew you weren't dead," Inuyasha growled, flicking the miniature demon away with his thumb.
"Inuyasha," Myouga greeted, quickly recovering. "What a pleasant surprise, although, I must say, it is a pity that your father isn't accompanying you..."
"Why? So you could suck his blood, too, you little vampire?"
"Well, I won't deny that his blood does have the richest quality when it comes to taste, but there is also the matter of-"
"You damn leech," Inuyasha interrupted with a deadpanned glare. "Listen, I need you to tell me everything you can about the Shikon no Tama."
"The Jewel of Four Souls?" Miroku asked curiously. "Why would you want to know about that?"
"I'm not really at liberty to say," Inuyasha replied cockily, relishing in how good it felt to say those words and truly mean them for the first time ever.
"The Shikon no Tama," Myouga began, "also known as the Jewel of Four Sou-"
"I know that," Inuyasha interjected.
"It is a very powerful jewel that-"
"I know that, too."
"-that resembles a large pink pearl." Myouga cocked a brow, waiting for the interruption. When none came, he grumbled, "What, you didn't know that?" before continuing. "It has the power to grant its holder one wish-"
"I know all this already!" the hanyou whined. "C'mon! Tell me something I don't know! Like what other powers the jewel has or something."
With an indigent huff, Myouga crossed his arms stubbornly. "That, I cannot do."
"Why not?"
"Because anything beyond the general knowledge was kept in a certain book. Koto-"
"So?" Inuyasha demanded. "Get me the book, then! I know this place is a mess, but-"
"We were robbed, Inuyasha," Miroku interrupted. "That's why the shelves are empty and everything is in disarray."
"What? When did that happen? I thought you guys were just rearranging everything, or maybe doing a little spring cleaning," Inuyasha exclaimed, completely perturbed.
"As if I would ever let the Archives become this chaotic! How rude!" Myouga grumbled, feeling completely insulted. "For your information, the place was broken into and the burglars left no shelf unturned! Oh, it'll take me years to get everything back into its proper place!"
"Have you filed a report with the cops yet?" Inuyasha asked, his investigative training kicking in.
"No, not yet," Miroku answered. "We're still doing inventory on everything, trying to find out how much was stolen.”
Inuyasha could have face vaulted at their stupidity. "You guys do realize that by not calling the police right away and cleaning up the crime scene, you've pretty much obliterated any evidence, right?"
Miroku bonked Myouga's head, using only his knuckles. "That's what I told this little parasite here, but he-"
"Evidence? Evidence?" Myouga screeched. "I don't CARE about evidence! I care about the state this place is in! Couldn't the robbers have been a little more considerate when stealing my books?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and pulled out his teeny tiny, handy dandy notebook; opening it to a fresh page, which coincidentally was about three pages in; he never really had any need for the damn thing until now. "Well, since I'm here, I might as well take notes to start on a report when I get back to the station."
"Ah, good idea! You're so smart, Inuyasha!" Miroku gushed. "If you had a sister, she would definitely be my first choice in whom I'd ask to have my babies."
"If I had a sister, I'd slap a restraining order on your ass and make sure she lived on the other side of the country."
"Now why would you do such a thing? I'm an honest, trustworthy guy."
Inuyasha snorted. "Yeah? Then perhaps you would like to be reminded of why you received 1,648 slaps in the face from the female population throughout middle and high school?"
Miroku gasped. "You swore you never kept count!"
"There was a betting pool going on, I didn't really have a choice," Inuyasha replied, not a trace of remorse in his voice. "Now, when did the break in take place?"
"A little over a week ago. A Tuesday, if I'm not mistaken," Myouga answered.
Inuyasha's pen paused. "A week? You're joking, right?"
The blank stares he received told him they weren't.
"Do you seriously mean to tell me you guys have been cleaning all this time?" he asked skeptically. "If it's really been a week, why does this place still look like it was just robbed?"
"How dare you!" Myouga cried indignantly. "For your information, each pile represents a different category, as well as time period, and-!"
"Uh huh," Inuyasha interrupted boredly. "So, have you figured out if anything of importance has been stolen yet? A magic scroll? A treasure map?"
"So far? A book."
Inuyasha froze momentarily before clearing his throat. "A-a book?"
"Yes."
"Okay…uhm…Can you give me a description?"
"Well, the title is in some lost ancient language-"
"It's not a lost language! I know it perfectly well," Myouga interrupted, causing Miroku to frown.
"Well, it's completely lost on me, and it's not like the rest of the world will even recognize it as anything other than fancy scribbles anyway."
"Hmph!" Myouga sounded. "Ungrateful pupil!"
"Anyways, the cover is leather…really old…" Miroku continued. "Oh, and there was a symbol on the front. A crescent moon with a big sword. Er…or maybe it was a banana? Or perhaps a flower that had yet to bloom..."
Inuyasha just stared at Miroku as he tried giving the best description he could. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. This was not good. There... there was no way that the book Miroku was describing was the same one he’d intersected at Dokkasou Port!
"And…y-you're sure this book was actually stolen and it's not just missing somewhere in this mess?" Inuyasha asked nervously.
"Positive." Myouga noticed the young boy's reaction and began to grow nervous himself. Fidgeting a bit, he seemed to hesitate before asking, "You...wouldn't happen to know of this book, would you?"
"Never heard of it," the hanyou denied, avoiding eye contact as he continued to scribble away in his notes.
Uncomfortable silence ensued as Inuyasha jotted random notes about the page, not really noticing after a while that he started to draw a stick figure that looked curiously enough like Sesshomaru with a knife stabbed into chest. Deep, deep, deep into his chest.
"Inuyasha? Are you sure you-"
God, he could sure use a distraction right about no-
A vibration in his pants answered his prayers.
Pulling out his cell, the hanyou scowled as the caller ID displayed 'His Royal Bastardness.' Great. Just when he gives up on tracking him down, the ass decides to give him a call.
"Where the hell is my bike, you thief! I know it was you who took it, so don't you dare deny it!" And then, in afterthought, "And why doesn't your phone accept my calls? Have you been avoiding me?"
"Meet me at Ekiedo Grand at 6.30," Sesshomaru ordered, ignoring everything Inuyasha had all but yelled in greeting.
"Eh?"
"The train station, you fool," came a snipped reply. Then as an afterthought, Sesshomaru added, "Dress appropriately."
"What?" Inuyasha was confused. "Why?" Appropriately? What the hell did that mean?
"I won't take no for an answer." And with that, the call was over.
The hanyou glared at the phone. Stupid, arrogant, pompous prick!
Inuyasha had half a mind to ignore the order until he remembered that he wanted his bike back. Goddamn it!
"I'll have to come back and finish this investigation later after you guys have had a bit more time to clean up and figure out if anything else is missing," Inuyasha said as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.
Since he was stuck with the public transportation system, he would have to leave now if he hoped to make it to Ekiedo Grand in time...
"'...Dress appropriately...'" Inuyasha mimicked in a rather pathetic imitation. "Fucking ass, I'll dress appropriate alright."

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Next time on INUYASHA, P.I. Case 9: Ekiedo Grand

You know what, I've decided Sesshomaru isn't the world's most annoying prick. Nope. That title now belongs to Kouga. That wolf-bastard doesn't know when to shut up! And if that wasn't bad enough, he doesn't know HOW to shut up when His Royal Bastardness is standing right in front of him! It's like a pissing contest with those two, and I'm the one being pissed on! How unfair is that? The only thing keeping the heat from rising is the hope that when this is over, I'll have my bike back. Oh Tetsusaiga, my love…I miss you…
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