InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dream Life ❯ Hentais and Hanyous ( Chapter 3 )

* Still don't own them…working on the millions it will take though. *

 

Dedicated to Rinlover. Sorry for your wait. Moving and all that… I won't keep you waiting for too long again, I promise. ^_^

 

 

The hentai and the hanyou

 

 

 

Inuyasha was pissed. He hadn't slept completely through a night in almost two weeks. Last night had been pure torture. He narrowly missed mowing down a pedestrian as he maneuvered his car into a spot in front of the coffee shop where he was supposed to meet his best friend. He jumped out of the car and viciously yanked open the glass door, scowling and glaring at the almost full shop.

 

“Kuso.” He cursed aloud and almost ripped the hand off of the arm that was suddenly thrown across his shoulders. Growling and snapping he spun to face a smiling Miroku.

 

“Keh.”

 

“Man you must be out of it. That's only the second time I've ever been able to sneak up on you. Kami am I starving.” He picked his way across the shop and plopped down at the only available booth. It hadn't been cleaned as of yet, and it looked as though someone had massacred an entire sugar packet army on the table. Inuyasha followed at a more dignified pace and slid in across from him. He stiffened almost instantly.

 

“What's wrong? You look like you just sat in something…” Miroku asked.

 

“Nothing. Just losing my mind.” He replied. `I can smell her here! I really must be losing my mind. She can't be real… can she?'

 

“Oh well, if that's all. Hey I met someone.” Miroku continued. “She is really special.”

 

“She the special one that gave you that black eye, busted wrist, general `got your ass kicked' look?” Inuyasha asked distractedly, still scenting the air. “Cause if she is, then she really is something. A really smart woman by the looks of it.”

 

The waitress chose that moment to approach the table to get their order. “Hey what will you two be having… sorry about the mess, I'll have someone to come and clean it up in a minute.”

 

“Hey no problem! I guess I'll have the…” Miroku started before he was cut off by an irate inu-hanyou.

 

“Who was sitting at this table last?” He bit out at the waitress.

 

“Huh? Oh, umm two girls. Very pretty. One looked like she hadn't slept in days. The other was eating raw sugar packets. Interesting girls. Good tippers…”

 

“Two of them.” Inuyasha muttered. “You said one looked tired? What was she like?”

 

“Tired is an understatement. She looked exhausted. Long wavy black hair. Grey blue eyes. On the thin side… why do you ask?” The now curious waitress asked.

 

“No reason. Thought I knew them.” He grumped, turning to his menu again. She shrugged, took their order, and left them to go to her other tables. `That even sounds like her…'

 

Miroku was looking at him with a cocked head and a confused look on his face. “So hey, are you going to tell me what the hell that was all about?”

 

“I don't know what you are talking about.” Inuyasha grumped, crossing his arms determinedly as his ears twitched on his head.

 

“Yeah of course you don't. And I like men.” The “monk” snorted, “It's her again, isn't it? I thought you were over all of this. Man, she doesn't exist. The perfect woman does not exist. This is why you have to have several women at one time, to sample the best of each unique qualities that each has.”

 

“You should talk. I think half the reason you grope as many woman as you do is to find your own dream girl, or you like getting your ass kicked.”

 

“Think of it like Cinderella. I have to know if everything fits…” Miroku chuckled and made his patented “clawed groping hand of doom”.

 

“Hentai. Seriously though, I smelled her.”

 

Miroku arched his eyebrow and a `light bulb on' look plastered his face. “Tell you what; I'll help you look for her. If we can't find her will you please, for the love of Kami, please give it up and go out and date a real live girl?”

 

“As opposed to fake ones? Fake girls don't smell. And they certainly don't smell like this.”

 

“What exactly does she smell like pray tell?” Miroku asked, starting to get intrigued.

 

“Nothing I can describe perfectly. Lilacs, cinnamon, air and light… Your weak human senses can't even begin to fathom….” Inuyasha said airily and jammed his nose into the air in fake snobby-ness.

 

“Uh huh. Well can you track it? Or is it going to be just an old fashioned wild goose chase?”

 

“I don't know if I can track her. This city's smells usually muck up most things.” He mused, slightly pissed that he hadn't been there just an hour ago. He could have seen her, or seen that he was completely insane. Either would have been welcome at this point. His dreams had become very graphic lately. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but they had all ended before he could bring both the girl and himself to completion. Needless to say his waking hours were spent being severely pissed off.

 

The conversation continued on in semi-normalcy as they woofed down their meals and headed out the door. True to his guess, the scent continued on for a few dozen feet before cutting off abruptly. Once she had gotten into her vehicle there was no chance he could find her by scent alone.

 

“Kuso!”

 

“So you lost it huh? Will you finally give it up and admit that you are completely crazy. Or gay.” Miroku asked, delivering it all in a deadpan voice.

 

“Gay?”

 

“Making up a dream girl so that you won't have to date real ones is original, I must admit, but you know that I won't think any differently about you if you're…” Miroku's voice was cut off as a fist smashed into the side of his head before the hanyou stalked away.

 

“Well that was uncalled for…” he muttered. “See you at the store tonight, right?” He yelled at his friends retreating back. As a response he was given the finger as Inuyasha hopped into his car. “Yup see you then…” Miroku shook the rest of the stars from his head and left in the opposite direction, towards his store, and maybe even towards an ass grab of his newest “conquest.”