InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A San Francisco Treat ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Takahashi, Rumiko owns the rights to Inuyasha, I torment them enough, and I do not intend to insult her any further by making any profit from her characters.

 

A/N: This chapter is a filler chapter, the next chapter will start the climax, and then I can put this one to rest.

 

 

 

Chapter Six

Inuyasha lay in bed, contemplating all that happened within the two hours his father stayed. He glanced at the alarm clock sitting on his table and yawned. It was ten in the morning, and he was still in a daze with all that had transpired. He kept glancing at his phone, expecting Sesshomaru to call. However, the phone never rang, and it ate at him. His father was going to be the one to inform him, and Inuyasha wished it were he instead.

 

Was his father well? He didn't know, and was still stunned that he had accepted this relationship without concern. Hell, Inuyasha was concerned, and was having a hard time accepting the scenario. The only thing he could do was call his doctor; maybe Miroku had some suggestions. Reaching for the phone, he picked it up and dialed his number, since he knew it by heart. It was Friday after all and Miroku should be in his office.

The phone rang and Inuyasha began to become extremely impatient. Finally, the receptionist answered, a little to bubbly for his taste. After a brief conversation, he smiled as his call was sent through.

Inuyasha smiled, as he heard his doctor's voice on the other end. “Miroku, it's urgent, and I need to speak with you—today if possible.”

“Inuyasha…? I am with a client right now. Can you wait until your appointment on Wednesday?” Miroku asked perplexed. He didn't understand the rush. He was curious, but he could not very well fit Inuyasha into his schedule: he was booked.

“No!” Inuyasha said with urgency.

“Inuyasha, if this is a life and death situation then you need to go to the Hospital.”

Inuyasha growled, “Doc.! I am not thinking about suicide, if that's what you're contemplating.”

“Well that's good, but Inuyasha check to see if I can schedule you in earlier this week, with my secretary. I have a client right now and time is money. I'll talk to you soon. Goodbye, Inuyasha.” Miroku said as he hung up the phone. He shook his head in frustration and then composed himself. With a warm smile, he apologized then continued with his patient.

Inuyasha growled, as he slammed the phone down with agitation.  Time is money…. Well that wasn't the response he was hoping to hear, especially out of his doctors' mouth. Especially after he just listened to his father, admit that money and power were more important to him than a family. Inuyasha smirked; Miroku was going to find out just how much money he was going to lose when Inuyasha decided to pay him an unsuspecting visit. He felt desperate, and these new feelings of instant acceptance where weighing heavy on his mind.

Inuyasha flung himself out of bed, and quickly got dressed. He pulled out his faded denim blue jeans, and his red T-shirt with the San Francisco 49ers helmet logo on the front.  With clumsy determination, he put on his sneakers and grabbed his keys.

Getting into his car and starting it, he pulled out of his driveway like some mad man. Tires squealed angrily, as they left black smoke in their wake. Time is money…keh', how about my sanity? He thought bitterly.

 

 

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Pulling into the parking lot, he parked his car, turned off his car and got out of the vehicle with haste and determination. He was anxious to know what Miroku's advice would be to the situation at hand…. His eyes narrowed fiercely, which left people stepping aside from his swift pace.

Entering the all familiar waiting room, he glanced at the receptionist and asked if Miroku was in. She nodded her head yes, and he just grinned. He turned his attention toward the door that led to Miroku's office.

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked.

Inuyasha ignored her as he opened the door.

“You can't go in there, if you don't have an appointment!” she exclaimed sternly.

“Watch me,” Inuyasha responded with just as much vigor as her, as he turned his head glaring at her.

 

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Miroku's phone began to ring again, and he growled with utter frustration. “I am sorry,” he said apologetically to his patient.

“Inuyasha is on his way to see you…. I am sorry; I wasn't able to stop him. Would you like me to call the authorities?” the receptionist asked with concern.

Miroku shook his head, “no, I will deal with him. Thank you.” Hanging up the phone, he looked up to see his door open and in barged an angry, yet determined half demon.

Miroku was stunned, and slightly upset that his patient again was interrupted. He glanced at her with concern, and the look on Inuyasha's face, there was no way that he was going to get rid of him…unless he called the police. However, he didn't want to do that—he liked Inuyasha—even as perturbed as he was. “Mrs. Miller,” he said in a soft voice. “I am terribly sorry that we cannot finish our conversation today. It seems that something urgent has come up.” He said as he began to write on his note pad. Tearing off the paper, he extended his arm. “Here, please see that my secretary gets this, and then we can reschedule your next appointment. I won't charge you for today.”

The elderly woman with grey hair stood, and looked at Inuyasha with crazed eyes. She sighed in disappointment and left the office—making sure the door slammed behind her.

Inuyasha quickly sat down — anticipation in his eyes — and he was eager to talk however, Miroku interrupted him.

“Inuyasha…!? You cannot just come barging into my office, demanding I see you!” Miroku scolded him. “I've already told you to make an appointment. Now please leave, until there is a scheduled meeting, there's nothing I have to say to you!”    

“Miroku, my father came to visit me today.” Inuyasha said, ignoring his doctors' orders.

Miroku raised an eyebrow, “was this the urgent news you wanted to tell me? The reason you drove all the way down here is….” Miroku began to laugh, he didn't mean too, yet it couldn't be helped. “I am sorry.” Truthfully, Miroku was laughing with hysterics. He just lost a two hundred and fifty-dollar an hour client.      

Inuyasha growled, “This is no laughing matter . . . !”

“You're absolutely right, if I talk to you, then I have no choice but to bill you. I cannot afford to lose clients because of your rash behavior, Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha growled, “Because time is money….”

Miroku smirked, “yes, and you better tell me your problems, because you have about fifteen minutes left, before my next client.”

Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine!” he grumbled.

 

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Miroku listened intently and jotted down notes. He arose from his seat, and walked in front of his desk, sitting on it. “Inuyasha, why are you making this harder than it has to be?”

“What? What do you mean by that?” Inuyasha asked confused.

Miroku chuckled, “Well, for starters: You have been waiting a long time for your father's acceptance—whether you want to admit it or not.”

“Yea, what's your point?”
 
“Well, my point is that you have always tossed your feelings aside with your father, and now that he has finally apologized, a part of you feels relieved, and the other part of you is scared and uncertain of what the outcome is going to be. In addition, your father accepts the relationship with your brother because as you said, he could see how much you are in love and he feels responsible for the situation that has transpired. So, instead of questioning it, he accepts it for what it is.”

 

Inuyasha smiled. “Thank you. You certainly cleared things' up.”

 

“I'm glad I could help,” Miroku said and then glanced at his clock. “Well your time is up.” Miroku stood and walked over to his door opening it. “Next time Inuyasha, please don't make barging into my office, a perpetual habit,” he said smirking.

Inuyasha shook the doctors' hand. “I won't, and thank you again. See you on Wednesday.”

 

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Inuyasha was excited to go home and check his messages. He hoped that Sesshomaru called. However, before he left the receptionist called him over.
        
“Sir, how will you pay for today's session? Credit card, cash, or check?”

 

He had a puzzled expression on his face. Shit!? He'd never been asked to pay up front before and reached into his back pocket only to find his wallet wasn't there, and all he had was a twenty-dollar bill on him. “Bill me like usual.” Inuyasha responded in a gruff voice.

“Sir?”
     
“ Uh, I didn't bring my wallet with me . . .  How much is it?”

 

The receptionist smiled, “Why, it's, two hundred and fifty-dollars.”
     
Inuyasha's face paled and then he growled suddenly scaring the receptionist. That - no-good,-son-of-a-bitch,-no-good-doctor! He thought bitterly and slowly as he recited in his head. Shaking his head upset, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the twenty-dollar bill. “There! This is all I have!” He slammed the money on the counter and turned walking away and out of the waiting room. That bastard! He sighed at the thought; he certainly wasn't having a good day, and hoped that it would change when he got home.