InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cops and Robbers ❯ The Millionare ( Chapter 1 )

He watched her blush, as he grasped her hand gently. “Inuyasha,” she whispered, her eyes wide. His response was to lean in, and kiss her on the forehead softly.

“Kagome… Don't ever change… promise me…” He said as he rubbed foreheads with her. She blushed even more deeply, and nodded.

“Of course…” She said, her voice a bit higher than usual. “As long as you don't,” she added.

He smiled, and kissed her on the lips, his eyes closed. He felt the girl's tension melt away in an instant. When he came away, he looked into her soft blue eyes. “Never…”

 

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Rrrrrrrrrrrrring! Rrrrrrrrrrrrring!

He moaned, and fumbled for the phone, sitting up groggily. “What?” He snapped into the speaker.

“Uh, this is your wakeup call Mr. Yamada,” said the timid voice of the woman who worked the check in desk. “You, uh, requested it last night, I think.”

He growled lowly, glancing at the hotel bed beside his. Miroku slept soundly, snoring loudly. “Fine,” he said, and hung up rudely.

“Miroku, get your lazy ass up!” He shouted. The man's response was to let out an even louder snore. The thoroughly annoyed hanyou growled, and hopped out of bed. He snatched a water glass from the bedside table, and splashed it on Miroku's face. “UP!”

The command was hardly needed, since he jerked awake as soon as the cold water made contact with his face. “ACK! What the hell?!” He sputtered, falling off of the bed. He winced, and groaned. “Damnit, Inuyasha…”

The white haired man wasn't listening. He was in the bathroom already, brushing his teeth, while pulling some clean boxers on. “Quit whining, and get up, you letch.” Miroku's response was a whole lot of mumbling about cranky, impatient Hanyous, who need to learn more compassion for humans, who need more sleep than them. He was plainly ignored by Inuyasha, who was pulling on a red windbreaker over a black T-Shirt. He was already getting his shoes on as Miroku was barely done brushing his hair, and tying it back into a little ponytail. “Hurry up, will ya,” Inuyasha snapped, tapping his foot impatiently. He walked began throwing Miroku's clothes carelessly into his luggage, as Miroku grunted in response.

 

About ten minutes later, Inuyasha was tossing the keycard to the woman at the front desk, while Miroku was loading their luggage into the gray van parked outside. “Thank you for staying at the—“ The woman was cut off by the door slamming shut behind the strange man with white hair.

“Let's get going,” said Inuyasha grumpily, as he slid into the passenger's seat. Miroku, hopped up behind the steering wheel, fumbling with the keys a bit. There wasn't really much to fumble with, though. There were only about three keys to the whole ring. As they backed out of the parking lot, Inuyasha munched on a blueberry muffin he had snatched off of a room service cart on the way out.

“So, where's out destination today, Daisuke?” input Miroku cheerily, using the fake name they had concocted for Inuyasha a long time ago. He felt Inuyasha wince. He hated that name. Which was half the reason why Miroku called him that. Besides, it was better than his fake name.

“Well, Jihiro,” replied Inuyasha bitterly. “I think we should visit an old friend of ours in Kanagawa. Got a tip off of our source there, that the security has been rather lacking lately.” He watched as Miroku glanced at him to the side, an eyebrow raised.

“All right. But only if you promise not to decide to forget about the job, and go have a little chat with our `Old Friend.' Got that?” He said firmly.

Inuyasha grinned slightly. “Oh, I'll be on my best behavior. Don't you worry.” He didn't sound very convincing, and Miroku watched at him from the corner of his eye for a while. That is, until he had to swerve to avoid a Coca-Cola truck that had slowed at a stoplight.

“Shit!”

 

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Kouga yawned, as his twelve or so financial advisors droned on and on. They were blabbing about something to do with spending thirty thousand dollars on a thirty-foot-deep swimming pool with a built in fountain shaped like a mermaid pouring wine being a bad idea, or something like that. He wasn't listening. He hated when his father's advisors attacked him with logical crap like this. It wasn't their money. They really needed to learn to get a life.

He cut off a man who looked to be in his late eighties, by standing up abruptly, stretching, and walking right out of the room. As he slammed the door shut behind him, he sighed inwardly. He really needed something to keep his mind off of things. He could go to the Rec room, but he wouldn't get any privacy there. The younger servants had an ongoing table tennis tournament going for the month. Next month's competition was… backgammon, or so the head cook, Keiko, had informed him.

He finally settled by going into his rooms. Thankfully, none of the maids were in, changing his sheets or anything. He went straight to his computer. After a few minutes, the youkai was on his DMS, or `Demonic Messaging Center.' He scanned his buddy list briefly, and smirked. Oh, good, she's on.

He clicked on her username, and typed in a brief greeting.

 

WoLfBoY768 (6:47 PM):: hey babe, wats up?

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 (6:47 PM):: Oh, hello Kouga. Nothing really right now. How about you?

WoLfBoY768 (6:48 PM):: nuthin much. just my dads employees givin me crap about money. how hav u been babe?

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 (6:48 PM):: Oh, I've been fine thanks for asking. Been having some trouble with the `Thunder Brothers' case. Hiten and Manten are hard to track, you know?

WoLfBoY768 (6:48 PM):: oh i see. im sorry your having trouble. Is naraku giving you crap about it?

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 (6:48 PM):: Well, yeah, but he has a right. I have been working on the case for longer than usual. Kami, it's just they're really hard to track down, despite their stupidity. As soon as I get my hands on them, I'll see to it that the younger one loses the last three strands of his hair. Ha!

WoLfBoY768 (6:51 PM):: well i hope u cath them soon babe. then maybe u can spend sum time with me. r u busy friday?

WoLfBoY768 (6:51 PM):: catch*

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 (6:52 PM):: Oh, I'm sorry Kouga. I really can't make that. Naraku wants me working twenty four seven this week. But, maybe I can convince him to let me off Saturday night. Will that work?

WoLfBoY768 (6:53 PM):: well i wuz gonna go out to some tight ass restaurant with my financial advisors, but i think i can reschedule that to never. i'll have Ginta pick you up in the limo at seven is that cool?

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 (6:54 PM):: Yeah, Kouga, that'll be great. I'll get Naraku to let me go for the evening. Well, I have to go for now. Sango wants me to go with her to get a bite to eat. See you later.

WoLfBoY768 (6:54 PM):: ok then. ttyl kagome.

oXo_Shrine_Girl_oXo1 has signed off (6:54 PM)

 

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