An: This is a late entry into SKYE's Challenge on Dokuga: Uniform 08/31/09 Warning: Slight Darkness You Would Have Done the Same . Sesshomaru sat on one side of the steel table looking at the female across from him. She was rather lovely, dark raven hair that hung to her waist, shapely body that he would not mind at all to come home to at the end of the night. Long shooty lashes, plump full lips that were tanned but still pink, and sun kissed skin. She was perfect even down to the peculiar thing about her, her icy blue eyes that were rare for a Japanese female that was not youkai. But looking at her, she was small in stature, she didn’t look like she could hurt a fly, even with that dark scowl marring two perfectly shaped brows. Yet she sat here with him, a detective, called in because someone had heard screams. She was a miko, he could feel that, yet her aura was still pure, untouched by darkness. There was no proof that she’d actually done anything save for a pile of ash, but her home had a fire place, so she could just be odd as for why it was placed in the bed. And right now they were having a battle of wills staring at on another directly in the eye. If it had been the feudal times he would have thrown the bitch down and shown her who her better was until she couldn’t scream and surely wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards. But it was the modern times, and well even a lord such as himself needed something to do, which was why he was a police detective. He just couldn’t figure out why this pure creature was here, for of all things, murder. Finally not being able to stand any creature that could actually outlast him in a staring contest or the silent game, Sesshomaru spoke. “Why did you kill Ookami, Kouga and Irishi, Ayame?” he asked in a dead pan tone. He watched as she looked at him knowing fully well that ash could not be traced to a particular being if it had been purified. And more so that traces of purification would only last more then moments after it had killed a youkai, for its purpose would be served. For the most part, all they could literally charge her for if anything was knowledge of how and why the two youkai were missing. More then that she was a miko, and she could always claim self defense if she wanted. There was no way they’d be able to hold her, specially not when her grandma Keade and her jiji found out. They might be old, and he might be a tad crazy but they were dependable and they held as much clout as the man sitting across from her, afterall being a miko hime did have its advantages. She studied his face, and his markings, he was as beautiful as everyone had ever said he was. Long silver hair, full masculine lips that begged to be licked and kissed, and she was certain there were a plethora of muscles that were hard and wanting to be suckled under his button down. She closed her eyes and focused, not caring at all if he smelt her arousal. She wasn’t like most miko, and she prided herself on that, that was the reason she dated youkai mostly. Generally most miko did not associate with youkai, while some did still hate them even in this time of peace between them, most miko only fussed with them when they needed to, and for the most part avoided them generally. But again was not most people, or most like other mikos. She’d really loved Kouga, wanted to give him everything, was even planning to this very night, considering it was their second anniversary and he had yet to bed her, she was sure he was the one. Or that’s how she’d felt until she came home to find him sleeping with, no, …fucking Ayame, her supposed friend in their apartment, in their bed that they had not even done these things in. She looked back to the beautiful male wondering if he too would be like the former wolf prince, but decided to answer him. “As I already told you, I came home and saw them sleeping together and I blacked out. It wasn’t even until I came to and saw the ash on the bed that I even knew something had happened.” she smiled at him coyly, a shit eating grin that told him that no matter what she wouldn’t be sent to jail for this, and even though they were royalty of the wolf culture, she would not be killed for this. She knew that, just as she knew she was royalty in the miko culture. “Besides, if I killed them why would I call the cops?” she asked him feeling smug. “Because you know your going to get away with it.” he stated watching her. She merely raised her brow, mirth dancing in her eyes, as if to tell him ‘yes, I am.’ “Then honestly, you would have done the same…” she stated. And he smirked at her bold answer. Yes he would have done the same had he known the same things she did, had he come home to find his bitch with another, only he would have probably done worse. The detective, having not turned on any tapes or things, knowing none were watching them, simply left her there to sit a while. They would have to do paperwork and process everything, because protocol demanded it, but he already knew the miko would get off. No ifs, ands of buts. Waiting while the hours passed and everything went the way he already knew it was going to, he was with her when she was released to pick up her belongings. The miko had only looked up at him as she listened to her jiji rant on about never dating another youkai again, as her grandmother tutt’ed the old man on his silliness, and Sesshomaru gave her his business card, while looking at the older couple, knowing fully well where the miko got her boldness from now. Kagome smiled at him, the smile of a man-eater, a woman that was seductive, and sultry, and vindictive if given a reason to be. As she left she looked at the card, it only had his name on it and a phone number, most likely unlisted. Below that in neat hand writing it only said, ‘I would have done worse. Call me’ looking back over her shoulder just once more her eyes locked on his and she smirked and tipped her head in a nod as she got into her grandparents limo.