InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A San Francisco Treat ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Saturday Night Live or the music: I love the nightlife. However, I wish John Travolta were at my house. *Grins*

 

A/N: Thank you so much for the review. I certainly am honored. I loved your stories and hope you decide to write again, and most certainly will keep a keen eye out there for them! I used to live in Cali—Northern part, and have been to San Fran. I loved it there and still consider it my second home. Now I live in Ohio and haven't been that far west since I was thirteen. I do hope to rectify that someday. Thanks again and hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

 

As far as the bar, I made it up! I thought it would go with the title; therefore, I don't have to think of a new title…lol!

 

 

Warnings: Discriminating remarks!

Italics are thoughts and flashbacks…

 

Enjoy…!

 

Chapter Two

 

 

It has been a week since Inuyasha, had last talked to Sesshomaru. He was pleased, that Sesshomaru would join him for his weekly session with Dr. Miroku. However, he hasn't arrived yet and Inuyasha was becoming excessively nervous. Inuyasha sat in the waiting room, tapping his fingers over the armrest impatiently.

 

The receptionist opened the sliding glass window and said, “Inuyasha…. Dr. Miroku is ready to see you.”

 

Inuyasha growled he wanted to believe Sesshomaru wanted to heal this relationship—now he felt like a fool. With a gruff of aggravation, he made his way to one of many adjacent doors, as he strolled quickly down the long corridor. He paused at room 209. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes, knocked twice, and then entered the medium sized room.

 

He could see Miroku sitting at his desk, jotting down notes, from what he assumed was from his last client. So he walked around the furnished room and plopped himself on his favorite seat. However, Inuyasha noticed that Miroku hadn't looked up yet. No, `hello' or, `so, where do we begin today?' Inuyasha coughed slightly, and smirked when Miroku glanced up at him.

 

“Sorry Inuyasha, I'm waiting on your brother to begin today's session.”

 

Inuyashas' faced paled, “well, as you can see, he's not here! And probably isn't coming!” he snarled.

 

Miroku once again pulled himself away from his notes, he was tired and cranky he'd been up half the night researching Inuyasha's case. “I assure you he'll be here, Inuyasha?” He dug his hands through his thick black hair. “Sesshomaru did try to call you, I assumed you knew. Apparently, I was wrong. Sesshomaru's stuck in traffic, I guess there is a nasty accident, and he said that he was surrounded in a cloud of black smoke. Then the call dropped, that was ten minutes ago. I just got off the phone with him right before you knocked, and said that he would be here in ten minutes.”

 

 

Inuyasha visibly relaxed, he wasn't being stood-up. “Oh?” was all he could say.

 

Miroku noticed his attitude change as well, “Do you want to talk about why you're starting to feel insecure? It's not like you…you're a strong man…that right now is in an unpredictable relationship or past relationship with your brother?”

 

Inuyasha cringed hearing that same word again `brother' it was an evil word—one that separates him from the others. He didn't look at Sesshomaru as such. “Please Dr., do you have to remind me that he's my brother.”

 

 

Miroku didn't answer him right away instead begun to indulge in his notes. He had some books scattered around on his desk psychological, philosophy, and social behavior. Re-reading his notes, he had marked along the sessions. He had written something similar testing his own analysis. Ignoring Inuyasha's previous statement, he asked a challenging question. “Inuyasha…, how do you feel about the topic of incest?”

 

Inuyasha closed his eyes he began to feel ill. “Incest goes against all my moral beliefs. I feel that it is wrong, and I don't condone it.” Although, now he was feeling like he was playing the role of a hypocrite.

 

Miroku pursed his eyebrows and said, “Interesting.”

 

“What's that suppose to mean-?” Inuyasha interjected. “It's not like I knew he was my brother before—!” Inuyasha continued to try to convince himself or was it his doctor that he felt needed to sway. It wasn't right. This situation was incoherently fucked up!

 

Miroku put down his pen and stood from his desk. “I realize that you don't see Sesshomaru in that matter but however, as many times you try to hide the fact—it's still there. Sesshomaru will always be your brother.” Miroku took off his glasses and rubbed his face. He was tired and wished he'd gotten coffee before he came into work. “You said yourself that you don't believe in incest—so does this mean that you're ending your relationship?” Miroku studied Inuyasha, mostly he saw that he was apparently uncomfortable with this scenario and it was literally tearing him apart. “Does this mean your morals maybe have changed?”

 

 

“What are you saying?” Inuyasha asked, anger rising high in his voice. “Under different circumstances: meaning if I knew that he was my brother and I slept with him that would be sick…but may I remind you… that didn't happen!”

 

Miroku was about to respond, however his phone rang twice and then a feminine voiced rang through the intercom.… “Miroku your client Sesshomaru is here—should I send him in?” Miroku smiled and pressed the button on his office phone.

 

“Yes, that will be fine.” Miroku turned to his client, “We'll discuss this again. Right now I want to hear Sesshomaru's side of the story.”

 

Inuyasha nodded contemplating the prior conversation. He hated when his doctor was right. Being with Sesshomaru now, would go against everything that he believed in…it went against his religion, his faith, but somehow he wanted to defy everything including himself just to be with the Sesshomaru. Yet, could he do it? Alternatively, would he destroy himself trying? His thoughts continued to toy with him, until he heard the door open. He took a deep breath and felt the nervous knots coiling in his stomach. He didn't' turn immediately when his brother entered the room

 

Miroku was stunned when the taller demon entered the room. He certainly wasn't expecting such regal ness with his new client. The man reeked of grace and elegance as he sat beside Inuyasha. His eyes were warm yet unexplainably stoic. He noticed both men had strong masculine qualities. “I'm glad you could make it?”

 

“Thank you,” Sesshomaru said politely, as he glanced around the room, and then turned his attention to the familiar man next to him. “Hello Inuyasha.”

 

Inuyasha couldn't contain the blush, as he said, “hello” but he was feeling uncomfortable, and probably showed in his voice. He had mixed feelings first and foremost he wanted to be with Sesshomaru—even when he first laid eyes on him. He closed his eyes reflecting on the past.

 

The weather outside was beautiful as Inuyasha's hair flew away from his face as he raced—in his convertible— up the sloped streets of San Francisco. He was on his way to work.

 

After graduating high school, he began to work in the restaurant field starting as a dishwasher. Until the day, he had the fateful call from his aunt—that his mother died. He quit immediately and it took all his savings to pay for the funeral. He was grateful that his aunt helped with some of the finances.

 

After the funeral Inuyasha was stuck, yes, the house was left to him; unfortunately, his mother also left a nasty debt, and whatever money was inherited to Inuyasha it went to the government. Therefore, he wasn't left with very many options. He didn't have time to morn and began to search for work Again he worked in a restaurant for three years, until his twenty-first birthday and then he began the process all over again. He picked up the local paper and circled anything that would be beneficial. Dressing up nicely he went to The San Francisco Treat nightclub, and applied for nighttime bartender. Of course, he needed experience however, for some reason they gave him a chance, and he'd been working there ever since.

 

It was now October and has been employed at the nightclub for four long years and it paid off. It was Friday, the owner wanted to have `disco night', and all employees had to wear the part. Inuyasha cringed, as he tried his best to get the tangles out of his hair. He was stuck in the men's restroom instantly regretting the idea of having the convertible down. Now his hair was a tangled mess; it looked frizzed and wild. Of course, he wasn't going for an `afro' appearance—he wanted it slick and straight. He snarled and cursed himself before giving up and heading back to the horseshoe shaped bar.

 

Inuyasha was dressed in black bell bottoms and a red flared out shirt, which he left two top buttons, unbuttoned showing some of his smooth naked chest. It was eight o'clock as the people became pouring in. The song: I love the nightlife(Disco `Round) by Alicia Bridges played loud in the distance, as the dance floor looked like something akin to Saturday Night Fever, he was almost certain John Travolta would stroll in any moment. However, he never expected Travolta to have long shiny silver hair and god like eyes. He knew now that this mystery demon would be his by the end of the night. The taller demon was dressed in all white and wore black platform boots. He had two gorgeous magenta stripes that angled perfectly on his high cheekbones. Inuyasha couldn't help but also look at his chest that teased him through the unbutton shirt. That was until an impatient regular by the name of Naraku wanted his drink.

 

“Man, what's gotten you so sidetracked?” Naraku asked as he began drinking his longneck bottle of beer.

 

Inuyasha smirked yet wouldn't admit that he was interested in some guy—a gorgeous guy at that! “Nothing..., I'm sorry I was just admiring all the cool outfits. It almost feels like I have stepped back in time.”

 

Naraku chuckled but didn't say anything else, as his black beady eyes bore into Inuyasha. Inuyasha had an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, however he ignored it and carried on his duties.

 

Later that evening that very same mysterious man finally made his way over to the bar and Inuyasha found himself feeling nervous as he almost dropped his drink. “Sorry about that,” he said shyly.

 

Inuyasha found himself ogling over the man and blushed slightly when the taller demon handed him the money. However, he didn't expect his voice to be so magnetic.

 

“Don't worry about it...,” the mysterious demon said while smiling. He leaned in closer to Inuyasha and whispered, “I've been watching you watch me all night.”

 

Inuyasha was taken back, “I-I'm sorry..., I- d-didn't mean too!” he stammered.

 

The taller demon laughed, “I don't mind.... Actually, I've been checking you out as well! What's your name?”

 

Inuyasha smirked with a sexy toothy grin, “Inuyasha…what's yours.”

 

“Inuyasha.... Hmmm, I like it. My name is Sesshomaru.” The taller demon said as he stretched his hand out smiling, while he felt Inuyasha give him a firm healthy handshake.

 

Lighting struck Inuyasha, as million of sensory volts ran through his body. Never in his life did he feel so enamored with another male. “Sesshomaru--?” he liked the name and loved the way it felt, as it rolled off his tongue with ease. He imagined other naughty images he would do with his tongue. However, he was at work and needed to control his sexual urges.

 

Sesshomaru smiled, as he left a healthy tip on the counter. “Well Inuyasha…, I'll be seeing you soon.”

 

Inuyasha gave him a confused look, and was saddened to see him return to his table of friends. He could only hope so.

 

The night progressed and it was almost closing time; another bartender was on duty, but since the night slowed to a minimum, Inuyasha sent him home. He glanced over at Sesshomaru only to see him smiling in return. He couldn't help but smile back unaware that somebody else was observing the situation.

 

“Hey...! I need another drink!” Naraku slurred.

 

Inuyasha cringed, “Naraku, I think you've had enough to drink. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to cut you off.”

 

“What!” the outraged half demon cried. “I'm not d-drunk!”

 

“I'm sorry Naraku but that's policy.” Inuyasha said politely, “would you like me to call a cab for you?”

 

Naraku gave a cold hard glare at the bartender before him. “Fuck you...!” he paused. “No, wait, you might like that,—wouldn't you!—you fuckin' faggot!”

 

Inuyasha snarled, “Naraku its time to go!” He wanted just to jump over the bar and beat the living crap out of him. However, he dealt with drunks on a daily basis and the worst thing to do was to provoke them further.

 

However, Naraku didn't listen and continued berating Inuyasha—pushing all his buttons. “You know what I like to do to Homo's?” Naraku hissed. “I like to beat the ever- loving- shit- out of them!”

 

Each word stung Inuyasha hard and to the point. However, he needed to remain professional. “Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha smirked, pretending Naraku's words didn't effect him. He grinned, “And you're still cut off and need to leave—you're disrupting the customers.” Inuyasha wasn't' going to back down and he personally smiled as he thought of throwing Naraku out on the street.

 

Naraku laughed maniacally, “I-I like to see you come over hear and make me!—Sissy boy!”

 

“Well, you really leave me no choice, Naraku…” however, Inuyasha didn't make it, as Naraku blind sided him in the face. Nevertheless, Inuyasha recovered and was really pissed off now, “Jack?” he called for the bouncer, but he couldn't see him, shit! He thought.

 

Inuyasha rubbed the side of his face, as his golden eyes mixed with a crimson undertone. Storming over to the gate, he opened it and headed towards Naraku. Grabbing the half demon by his shirt, he easily lifted Naraku out of his seat. “Here let me show you the way out! ”

 

Unfortunately, Inuyasha didn't expect Naraku to be strong—dangerously strong—for that matter. Yet, as quickly, as Inuyasha grabbed the enraged monster Naraku had him pinned to the wall by his neck and was squeezing it tightly. Inuyasha dug his nails into Naraku's hands hoping he would release him, but that never happened. “I'll kill you…fuckin' faggot! You freaks aren't welcome into this society!”

 

“Is that so…”

 

Naraku snarled as he threw Inuyasha down on the ground unmerciful, and turned then immediately charging at the voice behind him. “I'll show you!”

 

However, Sesshomaru hit him once closed fisted in the face and watched Naraku fall onto the floor motionless. “Well it sure does look like you did a good job!” he taunted him as he stepped over his prone body. He then went over to Inuyasha helping him up. “Hey? Are you okay?”

 

“Feh…?” Inuyasha growled and was utterly embarrassed. It's been a while since he'd been bested and in front of a God. He groaned as he rubbed his neck, feeling the warmth of his blood on his hands. It was then that Jack ran up.

 

“Inuyasha what happened?” Jack asked his hazel eyes observing the situation.

 

“Well it's about time you've shown up…where were you?” Inuyasha snarled, still in Sesshomaru's care.

 

Jack placed his hand on his head in shame, “I'm sorry man…I met some chick.” He confessed. “I'll call the cops and get this loser out of here. It's closing time anyway.” Jack liked Inuyasha and felt remorse for the situation. “Go on home, I'll finish here and then lock up!” It was the least he could do.

 

Inuyasha opened his eyes, he must have dozed off, or so it seemed. He glanced around trying to get his bearings back. He couldn't believe he recalled that night, and he felt like he was in a haze.

 

“Inuyasha, is that okay with you?” Miroku asked.

 

Inuyasha was confused, oh god, what did I miss? He thought. Instead, he answered obtusely, “huh?”

 

Miroku chuckled, “Will next week be okay for you?”

 

What? The session was over already—he didn't even get to hear Sesshomaru talk or anything. “Yeah…I guess!”

 

“Inuyasha are you okay?” Sesshomaru asked, “You seem out of it!”

 

You can say that, Inuyasha thought dryly, “yeah everything's fine.”

 

“Would you like to go to lunch?” Sesshomaru requested

 

Inuyasha contemplated his answer: should he? However, he answered without really thinking about it; as if it were a second nature. “Sure, I'd love too!”