Summary: Murders are not uncommon for the Tokyo Police Department for unexplained murders - especially not for Inuyasha Taisho. But in their latest case, he and his partner come across a number of them. And a name runs through it like a red thread: Kagome Higurashi ...

A / N: Hi! Everything is brand new today! My very latest fic, the very first to post here on AM, and also my very first multi-chapter story! I am very proud of myself ... ^ _ ^

Well, I don't want to spend a lot of time now, but start right now! I hope you like the fic! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Okay, no matter how small (nasty!) Formalities ... I definitely wouldn't write fanfiction if it were all mine, would I? * sigh *

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Chapter 1:

Crows in the rain

"Taisho, we have a problem."

The speaker stood up in front of the messy desk and looked disapprovingly down at the man in front of him, who, leaning back in his chair and with his feet on the desk, had buried his head behind the newspaper and made no sign of his presence only remotely perceive.After a short wait, the said man slowly lowered the newspaper a bit and gave him a disinterested look under a mocking raised eyebrow. In the waiting but resigned silence of his counterpart, he gave the newspaper in his hands one last longing look before carefully folding it with a sigh and putting it aside. He took his feet off the table and sat up, apparently now ready to give his counterpart his fullest, albeit reluctant, attention.

“What's up?” The standing man frowned disapprovingly at the bored tone and careless work attitude of his subordinate. If it weren't exactly HE, God help him, he would kick him out faster than he could say "but I'm the best". But the way it looked, he was the best. But that didn't mean he had to like it - the man took too much out of his behavior when it came to his behavior in the office and decidedly had too little respect for his superiors."Come to my office with me."

He turned and led the way to the room at the end of the hall. The Tokyo Unsolved Murder Division had died out at this time of the day as the staff were either off work or - those on duty - were out due to some case - not that it would have been particularly busy that afternoon unless it was office work that the "overjoyed" department head had to devote to. It was dusky in the department with just a little sunlight shining brightly through the cracks of the lowered blinds, and in the silence one could hear the muffled noise of the streets outside. The superintendent noticed in passing, how Taisho got up from his desk with another sigh and followed him. The yellowed glass in the office door clinked when he opened it, accompanied by the soft click of the old brown blinds against each other. The room beyond looked like a private detective's office in the movies, with dark, outdated furniture, crammed filing cabinets and blinds over the large yellowed windows that cut off the room from the street a few floors down and only narrow strips of yellow evening sunlight in which fine dust particles danced.With a sigh at the sight of the high stacks of files that piled up on his desk and still waiting to be worked on by him, the office owner walked around the large desk and sat down heavily in his dark work chair. He heard Taisho step into the room and close the door behind him. Without looking, the inspector took a file and slapped it on the desk in front of him, where he stared at it grimly. The other stepped up in silence and casually buried his hands in his pockets.

"What's that?" He finally asked and nodded in the approximate direction of the files on the desk. His boss looked up and fixed him with a grim look.

"The Hajime files. You remember the case?" Inuyasha Taisho snorted contemptuously.

"How could it not? The newspapers were full of it."

"Indeed." The superintendent picked up the file that he had slapped on the desk earlier and flipped through it casually."The case was two or three years ago. You never found out who the killer was."

"And why do you come back to the case now? And here in Tokyo of all places? The case took place downstairs in Osaka, if I'm not mistaken." You could hear the slight boredom in his voice, but somehow it seemed like it was to feel obliged to show at least some interest.

His supervisor sighed and opened a page of the file and handed it to Taisho. He took it, obviously a little more interested than before, and looked at the article. He frowned as he read, then sent his boss a questioning look.

"What's this?"

“You mean who is that?” Another heavy sigh. "Kagome Higurashi, the murdered man's wife. She was the main suspect at the time, as she inherited all of her husband's property. She has been questioned several times, but nothing has been discovered that could point to her as the perpetrator, and so she was found innocent." found and acquitted.We haven't heard from her since, "he looked darkly at Taisho," until now. "

Taisho raised an eyebrow and leaned his hip casually against the heavy desk, silently waiting for his boss to continue.

"You have probably heard of the Shikouta case? The man who was found dead in his apartment a few days ago? You here," he nodded briefly in the direction of the file that was still in Taisho's hands, "was .. . involved with him. She was his fiancée. "

The second of Taisho's eyebrows followed the example of the first and rose a bit in the otherwise expressionless face. “Oh.” That was all he said before returning his gaze to the file with renewed interest. His boss watched him for a while as he combed through the files before he raised his voice again.

"The homicide squad turned the case over to us because they found astonishing similarities to the Hajime case from Osaka."

"The woman?"Taisho raised his head and looked questioningly at his boss. He closed the file and rocked it thoughtfully in his hand, still fixing his boss. He could literally see the head of the man in front of him rattling and he already got information He nodded inwardly. Good thing. Taisho was exactly the right man for this tricky case.

"She was questioned briefly, but further questioning was postponed until later. It is said that she was very upset by the death of her fiancé."

"So do you suspect them?"

“There are grave reasons to believe, especially that she was also involved in the Hajime case at the time.” He looked at his colleague carefully as the latter looked thoughtfully through the cracks in the curtained window. "I want you to take on the case. Perhaps then we will finally succeed in solving the murder from three years ago." 'Although that would not have fallen into our area of ​​responsibility,' he added in his mind.Taisho's gaze slowly returned to his superior, and he nodded briefly. "Good. Who is my partner?"

"Fujima, as always. Any questions?"

“No, that's all.” Taisho put the file back on the loaded desk and left the room to find his partner and inform him of their latest assignment. When the door closed behind him - with a clatter of course - the head of department let out an exhausted sigh, laid his forehead on the hard tabletop and closed his eyes in exhaustion. 'Oh man ...' The loud honking of a truck down in the street faintly reached his ears through the old window, and annoyed he raised his head a little and blinked his eyes open to tired slits. He found himself face to face with the stupid nameplate that the "Almighty Gurus," as the police officers were derisively called by the lower echelons, stubbornly demanded that it be on every department head's desk."Tohiro Matsushita, Special Section for Unsolved Murder Cases"

He growled in annoyance and dropped his head back on the table. “Ugly thing.” Without looking, he flicked the stupid, cheap brown plastic thing off the desk and it fell with a thump on the old, worn floor. Sometimes he really wondered why he'd accepted the position as head of this particular department. He could almost feel the presence of the piles of unprocessed files as they piled up around him, making the shelves and his desk groan under their weight. 'So many crimes these days and so few of them solved,' he thought bitterly as he sat up again with a sigh, tiredly brushed his graying hair and reached for the top sheet of paper on the next pile of paper.

"Nothing but work ..."

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"So WHAT exactly are we doing now?"

Inuyasha sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter of the small coffee shop with his hands in the pockets of his long coat and waited for Miroku to finally pay for his coffee.Always the same.

"We're going to take on this woman. I'm sure that she has something to do with the case." His voice sounded bored, as if he had said these words for the thousandth time - which was actually true, but before Miroku didn't have his morning coffee, you could talk to him and talk to him and be sure afterwards that he hadn't heard a single word of it.

"Oh. She was the fiancée, wasn't she?" He had finally got his coffee and was now busy mixing sugar and milk into his beloved drink.

Inuyasha, who could have passed as a yes, pushed herself away from the counter and walked ahead towards the exit of the small coffee shop. Outside he was instantly caught in a cold, wet gust of wind, and his coat and long dark braid swirled around him. Throwing up the collar of his coat, he looked up at the steel-gray sky with the low-hanging heavy clouds, and frowned slightly.It was going to rain soon.

“What a crap weather!” Miroku had finally made it out of the shop and now pushed the hot coffee mug into his partner's hand to pull the zipper of his jacket further up. More cautiously than before, he took his precious coffee back and sipped it carefully as he followed Inuyasha, who was already a few meters down the street.

“Oh man, if I imagine that I could sit in my nice warm apartment now instead of stomping around in the cold and working on some