InuYasha, P.I.

Case 4: Dokkasou Port, Dock 45

Inuyasha growled softly as he darted between another set of unmarked crates. It was dark, the whole place stank of fish and grime, and he wasn’t even sure if this was Dock 45. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if this was Dokkasou Port!

Giving up caution for annoyed impatience, the hanyou leapt up on top of the crates with a loud thud, darting across them while keeping a close eye out for any suspicious signs of life. However, the loud, echoing footsteps that followed alerted Inuyasha that crate hopping was a bad idea. He quickly leapt back down and flattened himself against the nearest wall, listening to whatever it was that had been trailing him. What he heard was radio static and the gruff and apprehensive voice that walked right by his hiding place.

“This is Mason.”

“Go ahead.”

“Something just jumped up on the crates right in front of me- scared the piss outta me- before running off.”

“Which direction?”

“North, but I lost sight of him soon after.”

“It shouldn’t matter if he was heading in the opposite direction. Can you give a description, just in case? We don’t need the boss on our asses if something goes wrong.”

“I didn’t see his face, but I did notice the long, silvery white hair.”

“Shit. Are you sure about the hair?”

“Yeah, it fucking glowed when the moonlight hit it.”

“Fucking hell. That’s gotta be him. There’s no one else it could be. Keep your eyes open, Mason, and try not to get killed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Over and out.”

Inuyasha scowled as he heard the distinctive click of the radio being turned off. There was something oddly familiar about those voices but he couldn’t quite place them at the moment. But that wasn’t what plagued the hanyou’s mind. No, the thing about the “silvery white hair” that “glowed when the moonlight hit it” was.

What the hell? Was this all some sort of elaborate test for him or something? Damn, he had hated tests throughout his high school days... but then again, he did excel at P.E. and spying on the teachers (or the girls in the locker room after school), so maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all...

Making it a point to tie his hair back and bunch it up under his beanie, the hanyou turned to head back south and made his way to higher grounds.

Twenty minutes later found an extremely bored and anxious Inuyasha perched atop a building looming ominously over Dock 45, watching as the single suspicious black car he had been observing for quite some time was at long last joined by a second suspicious black car of the exact same make and model. Geez, could these guys be anymore conspicuous?

After about another minute of waiting (in which the inu hanyou practically lost whatever patience he had left), the doors to both cars opened simultaneously and about seven men piled out from each. It gave Inuyasha the distinct impression of one of those ridiculously small clown cars he saw at the circus when he was younger where about twenty clowns tumbled out of said car that had to have been the size of a kid's powerwheels. He had to stifle the chuckles that the memory alone caused him to have.

The designated carrier from the first vehicle stepped forward, a large metal briefcase in hand. No words were said as a man from the second group stepped forward, carrying a small cloth bundle that very well could have held his gym shorts.

Inuyasha’s jaw fell open as the two men cautiously approached one another. This was the transaction? A large case of money for a tiny bundle that looked like it carried someone’s dirty underwear?! The hanyou growled softly, swearing that if that bundle did in fact hold someone’s dirty drawers, he was gonna murder the bastard that set him up to do this.

Not wasting any time, Inuyasha jumped down from the building, landing silently on the ground below. Remaining in a crouch-like form, he inched forward to hide behind the nearest crate, bracing himself to get ready to run, while the Mission Impossible theme started playing in his head.

However, before the mental music could play past the fifth bar, it was interrupted as one of his feet slid back an inch on the ground. Looking down in confusion, Inuyasha realized the shoes he was currently wearing were not suited for running, let alone much else other than standing there and trying to look important.

Great, he thought, glaring down at the offending footwear. My only option is to grab the item and run, and here I am stuck with wolf brain’s two million priced shoes.

The hanyou briefly entertained the idea of taking off the shoes and throwing them at the criminals as a distraction to help him grab the item and get away, but he discarded that brilliant idea when his brain conjured up the image of how pissed Kouga would more than likely be at the fact that a pair of his best shoes were missing. Not to mention the “reimbursement” he’d want for said abandoning of shoes.

Just as the exchange was about to take place, Inuyasha jumped down, zipped in-between them, grabbed the item and ran a good hundred feet before stopping to turn around and smirk at the idiots.

However, that smug look soon faded as the men reached into their coats.

“Ah crap!”

"STOP HIM!" roared a voice.

Out of no where bullets zipped past his head, missing by mere inches (if even). Eyes wide with shock, Inuyasha glanced at the members of both parties, noticing that they were all empty-handed, save for the one holding the briefcase and a few with radios in their possession.

What the fuck? If none of them have a gun, then... another bullet grazed his shoulder from an acute angle. Snipers! Damnit! He didn’t say a word about them having fucking snipers! Inuyasha mentally spazzed out.

With that, Inuyasha turned and set off in a flat out run for his bike. He needed to haul ass out of there and fast!

"RETRIEVE THE ITEM!!" yelled another angry voice.

Inuyasha could hear them running after him, as well as the cars making three-point turns in order to chase him down. Thankfully, he'd thought ahead about something similar to this and parked his bike in-between two very close buildings so that only a person and/or a motorbike like his were the only things able to pass through, but not cars.

Turning a sharp corner to his left, Inuyasha finally caught site of his red motorcycle. Grabbing his keys from his trench coat pocket, he jumped up into the air and landed accordingly on top of his bike that had been a good two hundred feet away. Pushing the keys into the ignition, he let the beast roar to life, taking off just as the snipers turned the corner and aimed for him again.

Inuyasha moved with his bike like it was a part of him, not realizing that the bullets with even the most dead-on of aims were ricocheting away from his being, as if being blocked by some invisible force field. Unfortunately, the same didn't go for his bike, but that didn't stop his firm belief that his guts would be littering the streets if he didn't drive faster.

Zooming past the wire gate guarding Dokkasou Port's docks, Inuyasha took the time to see if he had lost them. His eyes widened a bit and his head ducked instinctively as another round of bullets flew his way. The damn cars from the alley had friends! Now these lackey cars were coming after him with- not snipers but...

Inuyasha turned his head again, ears twitching underneath his beanie to get a better hearing range of who was where as well as attempting to pinpoint the type of gun and ammo that was being used to fire at his most vital and very important anatomical parts.

On cue, the men in the back of each of the cars stuck their upper bodies out on either side and aimed their guns at the thief. Inuyasha's eyes widened.

They were coming after him with uzis!?!

"No fucking way am I being done in by a fucking uzi!" With that stated to no one but himself, Inuyasha pushed the gas handle, revving the engine up to a good 130 miles per hour and speeding forward like a bat out of hell.

Inuyasha cursed as he unintentionally turned onto Nippon Avenue, which led straight to the wide Nippon Bridge that connected the east shore of Dokkasou Bay to the west shore – a five mile span of open road space in which the hanyou might as well have been a sitting duck.

As he approached the toll booth, Inuyasha noticed a small blue car slowing down to pay the fee. Perfect. Increasing the throttle, he sped up, flattening his body against the bike as more bullets whizzed past him.

With the speed and precision that should only be attempted by CG Artists in a Visual Effects studio (or a panicking hanyou with uzi-wielding bike chasers on his ass), the young half-demon zoomed past the four foot space between car and booth, just as the gate lifted.

Get off the bridge. Get off the bridge. Get off the bridge, was the single mantra running through Inuyasha’s head as the empty road widened to eight lanes. That mantra, however, quickly transformed into Shit, shit, shit, shit, as he heard the distinct sound of a car engine rapidly catching up to him.

There. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bumper pulling up alongside him. He would have swerved to throw the driver off, but at this speed, any swerving on a motorbike meant instant death, even for a demon. If only he had some means of-

“That was MY toll you stole, crapeater!”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened as his head whipped around. There in the little blue Miata that was driving beside him was none other than Kouga. Damn, the bastard’s license plate of CHSNPSY should have been a dead giveaway.

“What the HELL! Why is it you’re only around when you’re NOT WANTED!” Inuyasha shouted back, feeling himself calm slightly despite the circumstances.

“You owe me 500 yen!”

“You seriously want to argue about this now??”

“PLUS you owe me for the fucking fine I’m gonna get for speeding after you without paying!” Kouga continued. “And if I get a speeding ticket, you’re paying for that, too – SHIT!”

The wolf demon was cut off as he swerved to the right just in time to avoid a round of bullets. “Jesus Christ, who the hell did you manage to piss off this time!”

“No one told me about the guns!” Inuyasha argued, as if this justified everything.

“No one told you–! ALL bad guys have guns, you idiot!”

“Shut up! Are you gonna help me out here or what?”

“I don’t know.” The smirk was evident in Kouga’s voice. “Do you think you could maybe use a hand?”

Inuyasha’s jaw fell open. “YES, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I COULD USE A FUCKING HAND!” he roared furiously.

“I didn’t hear a please,” Kouga said as he released the gas pedal and slowed down just enough to take the gentle curve of the right fork as the bridge ended.

Inuyasha had naturally forgotten about the fork in the road and slammed on his brakes only to end up taking the left path, which sharply turned and dipped down to run alongside the beach.

A mile or so later, the sand next to the road spattered as it was hit with stray bullets on one side, while on his other side, the stone wall sparked as the ammo ricocheted off of it causing Inuyasha to be torn between concern for his own safety and being beyond pissed at his partner for abandoning him. However, a bullet zipping through the side of his beanie, grazing his ear, which left a ringing sound vibrating within the walls of his mind, made him come to a conclusive decision. Live now, be pissed later.

No sooner had he made up his mind, did a series of tremendous bangs occur, followed by the sharp squeal of brakes, crunching metal, and shattering glass, signifying the sound of a really bad car wreck.

The hanyou instinctively looked over his shoulder, which only resulted in him losing control of his bike and swerving out onto the beach. The wheels skidded out from under him, causing driver and vehicle to separate as they went spinning in different directions before coming to a cushioned stop.

For a moment, Inuyasha remained still, mindful only of the cooled sand against his cheek and drying his mouth. Slowly, the rest of his senses caught up with him, and once he was sure all of his limbs, and various other important body parts, were still intact and mostly unhurt, he stood. Patting the sand off his body, he silently thanked his dad for the fire rat trench coat, which had saved him from any lasting damage.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for his pursuers. From the looks of things, several dumpsters had fallen from the shopping district on top of the wall right in front of the two black cars, resulting in a head-on collision. The outlook for survivors didn’t look too good.

Stupid bastards, Inuyasha thought as he looked over the wreckage. They should have swerved away from the wall.

Never one to forget his civic duty, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911, giving only the location and severity of the crash before hanging up, not bothering to give the operator any information on himself.

Heading back to his bike, Inuyasha paused to retrieve the cloth bundle that he had dropped during his wipe out.

“You sure as hell better be worth all this,” he growled, going over to pull his bike into an upright position. “Or else I’m gonna kill that cocky-ass bastard when I see him tomorrow.”

Hopping on his bike and revving it up – thank God it seemed to still work okay – the PI longed for nothing more than a long, hot shower and a grilled cheese sandwich with ramen, seeing as how he didn’t get a chance to eat at the restaurant.

Heading back inland towards his apartment, the inu hanyou found his thoughts focusing on his cold and mysterious dinner partner.

“I am Lord Sesshomaru…” Inuyasha mocked, remembering how the man introduced himself in a husky, holier-than-thou manner. “Sesshomaru, huh? Heh, cocky bastard...”

- - -

The morning came all too soon for Inuyasha, seeing as how his alarm clock was currently wailing, his cell phone beeping insistently and his land line ringing off the hook. However, reality and awareness didn't hit him until he felt his head bang against the floor as his mattress was lifted up from the opposite end.

Inuyasha sat up and looked around wildly for a moment before his gaze finally landed on his bed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelled at the bed, firmly convinced in his disoriented state that the mattress itself had thrown him to the floor.

“Watch that mouth, pup,” came an authority growl. Only one person had that nerve-wrecking, scarier-than-death-itself growl.

“D-dad?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment!” Inuyasha blurted out, yanking his bed sheets up to cover his very naked body and happily exposed cock.

“You have nothing that I haven’t already seen before, Inuyasha. In fact, when you were younger, you would run around naked even after I had put layers of complicated, button-up, twist-around clothing on you to stop you from doing just that.”

“That’s a lie!” Inuyasha shouted as he stood, sporting a bright red blush.

Still clutching his comforter in front of his waist, he looked around for something more decent to cover himself with. Spotting some old boxers lying a few feet away, the hanyou moved to grab them, only to have his foot get caught in the blanket, causing him to trip and meet the floor face first. This resulted in the release of the blanket, giving his father an unobstructed view of his son’s cute little tush.

Roaring laughter erupted from InuTaishou at the sight before him. “Ah, yes, a true exhibitionist at heart.”

"Dad!" Inuyasha ground out, struggling to dive back under the safety of his comforter while still on the floor.

Once the hanyou was completely covered – save for the tips of his ears – an arm emerged into view and began to blindly grope about, in search of clothing. Preferably pants.

Finding himself entertained by his sons childish antics, InuTaishou plopped himself down on the bed and watched as a shirt was snagged and pulled under the covers, only to be spit back out moments later due to the fact that it didn’t cover the parts that Inuyasha wanted to be covered.

The eyes of the older demon scanned the floor, mentally calculating how long it would take Inuyasha to find his boxers over the rest of the mess scattered about. Candy wrappers, socks, a beer can, loads of used ramen cups, a soda can, jeans, a shirt, another shirt, a pizza box, more socks, more plastic wrappers, another beer can, a suit...

InuTaishou paused, his gaze remaining on the suit. He remembered Inuyasha mentioning something about needing a suit for The Bone Eaters Well. But... a silk shirt? As far as he was aware, Inuyasha wouldn’t be caught dead wearing silk. Why? Because it was... InuTaishou struggled to remember his son’s exact words. Ah! Because it was “gay. Not to mention an absolute sign of one’s poofyness. After all, only a gay man would worry about the feel of cloth against his skin.” (This was, of course, said with the most smug and self-assured of tones.)

InuTaishou’s attention was diverted as the blanket on the floor suddenly began to heave about, indicating that the one underneath was having some difficulty properly putting his clothes on.

“Should I hold your trousers up so you can step into them like you did when you were little?”

Inuyasha growled. “I’m exercising my right as your child to ignore you and pretend you’re not there.”

“I see. So then, when I’m not here, do you normally try to get dressed under your comforter?”

The blanket suddenly stopped moving, causing InuTaishou to erupt into laughter once again.

A head poked out into view as an arm reached over to grab a shirt. “You really suck; I hope you know that,” Inuyasha grumbled.

“You just need to learn that it’s impossible to win against your old man,” InuTaishou stated smugly, earning himself another round of grumbling.

“Whatever. What are you doing here anyway?” Inuyasha asked, standing now that he was finally dressed.

“Slow day at the office, so I decided to come and antagonize my precious son.”

A glare was shot at him by the aforementioned precious son.

“Alright, fine. Kagome never showed up this morning with our usual lunches, and I’m hungry. And since you’re always stopping by to raid my fridge, I decided to swing by and see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat instead. However, you weren’t answering your door, so I decided it best to let myself in and see if you were still alive.”

"And if I'd BEEN with someone in bed?!" the hanyou grr'd, annoyed at his father's protectiveness.

InuTaishou paused in thought before saying as a matter of fact, "I'd invite them to lunch to."

Before he decided to sputter that he had no right to barge in unannounced, Inuyasha paused at one, lone, very scary thought that had just occurred to him. “Wait a sec... How exactly did you get in here? The door is triple locked!” Inuyasha declared, somewhat scandalized.

“The same way you sneak into my office at 3am to nose about through the more confidential files,” InuTaishou answered, standing and heading to the apartment’s main exit.

Ears flattened against his skull, Inuyasha followed his father out the door. “Liar,” he mumbled. “You really did just come here to antagonize me.

- - -

The two inu demons entered the precinct with sodas and doggie bags in hand, their bellies full and their spirits high. That was, until Inuyasha heard the world’s most annoying voice carry across the room.

“I’m telling you, with these guns, all it took was one swift punch and the guy was out for a week.”

Kouga. That fucking bastard.

No longer listening to whatever joke his father had been trying to tell, Inuyasha stormed over to the receptionist’s desk.

“KOUGA!!” he roared, his nails lengthening into claws. “You absconding dickwad! I’m going to fucking murder you!”

“Well, well, well, the pup’s grown a bit of a vocabulary, hasn’t he?” Ayame, the 27th precinct’s receptionist and wolf demon extraordinaire, purred.

Kouga, however, wasn’t so nonchalant. “What the hell is your problem?” he asked in defiance despite having taken a small step back in shock.

“You!! You left me for dead! You knew I needed your help and you left me!!” Inuyasha cried out, diving forward to attack.

“What are you talking about? I saved your sorry ass!” Kouga said as he leapt back to avoid the blow.

“What, by driving away?!”

“What the fuck, are you retarded or something? Where do you think the dumpsters came from?”

Inuyasha paused, slightly taken aback as he did indeed remember the dumpsters that had obstructed the half-dog’s trail. “What... about them?”

“Oh, for the love of-!! As crappy as Edopolis is, it doesn’t exactly rain garbage like you think, dumbass.”

“Wait... so you’re the one who sent the dumpsters flying in front of the guys chasing me?”

“Glad to see you catch on so quick, pup.”

Silence for a moment. Then…

“You bastard! That stunt of yours nearly DESTROYED my bike! And almost killed me!” Inuyasha yelled as an afterthought.

“You liar! You look fine to me! Besides, you got right back up after you wiped out! AND you drove off! So don’t you go giving me crap about destroyed bikes, near-death experiences, and abandonment,” Kouga grumbled.

Inuyasha blinked, momentarily shocked. “How do you know I got back up?”

“I hung around to make sure you were alright,” the wolf youkai said, looking defiantly off to the side in hopes of calming the small blush that was appearing on his cheeks. “Geez, give me some credit.”

“Aww,” InuTaishou cooed from out of nowhere, walking over to throw his arms around his junior detectives. “My two best boys, finally learning how to work together! Ayame, quick! Take a picture!”

Ayame, who just so happened to be a photography major, whipped out her long-lens camera and captured the probably-never-to-happen-again moment in the blink of an eye. The outcome of said picture would haunt the boys for the remainder of their career.

“Pictures?” a female voice asked from behind the group. “What’s the occasion?”

“Kagome!” InuTaishou whirled around, shoving his restaurant leftovers in his son’s hands in the process. Inuyasha proceeded to fumble with the doggie bags before getting the ingenious idea to hide them behind his back.

“Hey, Mr. Takahashi, sorry about not stopping by this morning,” Kagome greeted. “I had a project that needed some finishing up. But, that’s over with so I decided to swing by and drop off your lunches, because I know you guys would never go out and buy food when you have my homemade bento to look forward to!”

All three Private Eyes smiled back nervously, obviously having eaten not even hours before. They never told the college girl, but they usually ate her meals for breakfast – seeing as how they were so small and not very filling – opting to eat a large lunch instead. So naturally, when breakfast didn’t arrive this morning, they took matters into their own hands like men were typically apt to do when it concerned their stomachs.

“Of course, Kagome! I would never dream of eating anything but the food you provide for me, what with knowing that you fill it with all your love!” Kouga proclaimed, stepping forward and grabbing the girl’s hands, pointedly ignoring the pissed looks a certain redhead was now giving him.

“Thank you, Kouga. It’s good to know my efforts are appreciated, unlike Inuyasha over there, who would rather eat instant ramen.”

“Hey! I happen to like instant ramen!” Inuyasha argued, currently trying to hand the doggie bags back over to his father behind their backs and out of Kagome’s line of sight. A small scuffle of hands had erupted since InuTaishou refused to take the food, not wanting to be the one to get caught and having to face Kagome’s certain wrath.

“Do you like ramen as much as you like me dressing you, dog turd?” Kouga slyly asked, causing everyone to momentarily freeze.

“Erm... Inuyasha... let’s you... dress him?” Kagome asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

“Oh yeah, all the time!” Kouga replied with flourish. “Why, just last night, after he was finished trying on this bondage shirt, he insisted on borrowing one of my silk shirt- mmph!”

“It’s a lie, Kagome! Don’t ever listen to a word he says!” Inuyasha insisted as he continued to try and stuff the lunch leftovers down the wolf-bastard’s throat so he could kill two birds with one stone.

“So that’s where he got that red shirt from...” InuTaishou muttered to himself. If the shirt was Kouga’s, then he definitely didn’t want to know the reason behind what he had previously thought to be candy wrappers littered all over his son’s floor. Deciding it best to veer away from such thoughts, he turned his attention to his young part-time secretary. “So, Kagome, what time can I expect you in my office this afternoon?”

“Well, I have two lectures today and I’ve already been to one of them,” Kagome said thoughtfully, ignoring the battle going on between the two young men next to her. “And I have a paper due... SHOOT!! I have a paper due at one!”

Without so much as a second glance at the clock (or an answer as to what time she would be at work), Kagome shoved the bento boxes into her boss’s hands and dashed out the door, waving goodbye to a few of the cops she knew by name.

Sighing, InuTaishou cautiously sniffed the lunches before looking back at his two young charges, only to find that Inuyasha’s hands were at Kouga’s mouth to keep the wolf from spitting out the food and Kouga’s hands were wrapped around Inuyasha’s throat, attempting to strangle the little dog.

Though all strangling and food stuffing ceased as the Commissioner’s personal secretary, Aiyaka (a.k.a. “The Walking Rack of Heaven,” as dubbed by Kouga and the rest of the full blooded males within the vicinity), walked by, flashing a saucy smile and then continuing on her way. As she passed InuTaishou she shot him a mischievous wink, causing the elder to blush slightly and nod back in acknowledgement.

Looking back over to the boys and seeing that they still had a hold of the other, he hastily moved forward. However, before he had a chance to break up the paused fight, Ayame beat him to it and slapped a sticky note on Inuyasha’s forehead as she passed him before handing a few case files to InuTaishou and walking away without a single word, lips pursed and eyebrow twitching.

Both canine demons froze, looking at the note. Kouga’s eyes widened as he read what it said, releasing his strangle hold on his partner’s neck and turning his head to the side to spit out what had been in his mouth.

“I almost forgot! Naraku wants to see you in his office right away,” he said, grabbing Inuyasha’s wrist to drag him off.

He was stopped, however, as InuTaishou grabbed hold of Inuyasha’s other wrist, stopping both the boys as he ripped the note off of his son’s forehead to properly read it.

His eyes narrowed. The note was short and simple.

Don't forget, Naraku wants Inuyasha in his office as soon as he’s in the building. Disregarding the P.S. – We need to talk, Kouga. And don’t you dare try to weasel out of it this time, InuTaishou tossed the note aside and leaned forward.

"You should keep on your toes when around Naraku, Inuyasha," InuTaishou said quietly.

"Keh, don’t worry, Father. I trust him about as much as I trust you," Inuyasha said, his tone fairly serious.

InuTaishou simply raised an eyebrow, causing Inuyasha’s eyes to narrow.

“It’s sad that you don’t even know how much that is.”

InuTaishou sighed, deciding it best to change the topic. "Any idea of what he might be wanting to see you about?"

"Dunno. Maybe he's got another case for me to work on or something," Inuyasha replied, shrugging.

"Fat chance of that happening, mutt face," came the cocky voice in front of the two inus.

"Ah, Kouga, I almost forgot. I have a file I need you to look over and then assign to one of the boys," InuTaishou informed the wolf demon.

Inuyasha merely growled, causing the wolf to smirk.

"Gotcha, chief. Anyway,” Kouga stated, then turned his attention to the younger inu deviously. “I still have your clothes, dog breath. You took off so fast last night that you forgot them at my place," Kouga grinned, realizing that InuTaishou probably had no knowledge as to what his son had done the night before and playing the moment for all it was worth.

"You... went to Kouga's last night?" InuTaishou asked carefully.

"Yeah..." Inuyasha responded just as slowly, glaring at the beast he was forced to call a partner.

"Oh... I see. I guess didn't realize that you guys were...-" InuTaishou stopped himself. The hanyou panicked.

"Were what!? I'm not g-"

"He's not going to kiss and tell, isn't that right, mutt? Com'on, Commish wants to see you ASAP." And with that, Inuyasha was dragged off by Kouga yet again

- - -

While his son was hauled off by his division’s best detective, InuTaishou merely shook his head, scratching behind his ear, thinking.

Not that I have a problem if he swings that way... He's the only family I have left. No matter what, he's got to know that I'll accept him for what he is. My son.


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Next Time on INUYASHA, P.I. Case 5: Edopolis Precinct:


So now the Big Boss wants to see me. It’s probably about my Top Secret assignment. I wonder if my dad’s suspicious at all. Oh well. This meeting better not last too long. I’ve gotta meet up with Mr. Musashi later. But shit! I've gotta spend my precious time reading a god forsaken tome!! Who the hell does my uncle think he is?! Alright, fine, he's the boss, but that's hardly the point here! Are things starting to connect together or am I looking into this too much! Next time, on InuYasha, P.I.!