Levi Ackerman
She impatiently sat in the interrogation room, her finger tapping on the metal table. She sighed. She'd been sitting in this room for well over thirty minutes with only a few detectives coming in and out. Suddenly, the door slammed open to reveal a short, even though she was just a tad shorter, a man walks in. He wasted no time in throwing down a large file. His cold, steel-gray eyes bore into her irritated chocolate brown ones.
He opened the file to reveal a series of photos, ranging from currents ones to very, very, very old one from different points in history. A few paintings had been thrown into the mix as well. In bright red permanent marker, a figure was circled in each and every one of the photos. She raised an eyebrow as she looked back at the man. "What's this?"
"Take a look," he answered her. His voice was as cold as his eyes.
She leaned forward and spread out the old photos, separating the paintings. Upon closer inspection, she realized just who was in those old photos. It was her. Her eyebrow shot up as she leaned back in her chair and met his gaze once more. "Alright, what am I looking at?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Yuki." he seethed, emphasizing her name. "You know just as well as I do that the woman in these photos is you. Seeing as how some of them range from nearly 700 years ago, you can see why we've brought you here."
"I can assure you, detective, that you have the wrong girl. If what you say is true, and some of these are from 700 years ago, that would make me very, very old. How is that possible when I am sitting right here in front of you as a young girl, who didn't appreciate being kidnapped by your buddies?"
Of course, the woman in these photos was her. However, she couldn't exactly tell him that. Who knows what kind of weird experiments they would make her undergo. Being immortal wasn't exactly fun and games. She had to watch her friends and family grow old and die. She was human, yes, however being the full-time guardian of the Shikon No Tama meant having to exchange her mortal life for an immortal one.
She wasn't completely alone. She did have the famous Sesshomaru, previous Lord of the Western Lands, with her. Technically he still was was Lord of the Western Lands, but now he was the most powerful man in Japan, running the famous Taisho Corps. He was a ruthless businessman, such is his nature and Kagome had the wonderful opportunity to work as his personal assistant.
The detective slammed his hands on the table. "Who are you!" he demanded.
Kagome crossed her arms. "I don't have to answer to you. Besides, what proof do you have that the women in these photos are even me!? Reincarnation happens to be a thing, buddy!"
He sighed as he reached into his pocket to pull out a few pieces of paper. Some might say that this was his trump card. He unfolded it, laying them side by side, and slid it in her direction. Kagome gave him a weird look before leaning forward to look at them.
Before her lay her junior high registration paper, and her current employment papers, both of them 200 years apart. After Naraku was dead, the well had just stopped working forcing her to live out her life as an immortal through the Feudal Era until the present time. She had traveled across Japan throughout her years, watching as it grew to be the country it now was. She was even a part of a few famous Japanese movements. She even managed to become a good friend of the notorious Oda Nobunaga. "Good times."
She had taken many photos with historical figures, even had a few self-portraits painted, a few of those paintings laying on the table in front of her, paintings she had either lost or given away. She never really understood why Sesshomaru stayed away from painters and cameras, that was until now. To avoid being caught. "Guess it never really crossed my mind that someone actually looked into this."
He sat on the desk and gave her a shit-eating grin. "Now, Kagome Higurashi, tell me who you really are."