InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heartbreakers ❯ Without A Purpose ( Chapter 5 )
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By: sexy_capricorn 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.10.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.10.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: See Chp 1
Chapter V: Without A Purpose
A lady of about in her early fifties sat in a large office that adorned fined paintings and polished cheery wood furniture. The place spoke volumes that shouted money. The woman fingered the brass buttons on her fine tailored black skirt suit. Her shoulder length naturally curly black hair framed her fine structured face that was contorted into a frown. A vuluptious woman with brown hair rushed into the womans office. "Mrs. Houshi?" the woman addressed her.
"Yes, Rose." She responded in a congenial mannner that said she was a refined lady and was nothing of the short.
"Miroku is here to see you."
"Finally he comes to work. I was worried." She said then let out a content sigh. "Bring him then." She said quickly and firmly said.
"Yes, mam." the woman said as she bowed sharply then exited. She walked to Miroku with a smile across her face. "She's waiting, Miro."
"Thank you, Rose." He said as he rose and brushed off his button up and jeans.
"And if there is anything, I mean anything, just call." Rose said with promising offers in her eyes.
Miroku gave her his signature dashing grin. "Of course, I will." He said then quickly walked off. He would kill for an offer like that, but she was too close to home. Miroku walked into his mother's office waiting for the worse.
"Son!" She exclaimed as she got up. "Please, come in."
Miroku nodded and closed the door behind and walked further into the office. Once he was firmly placed into the room he bowed. "Mother." He said quickly and mannerly.
She bowed in exchanged and sat down in her leather recliner. Miroku waited for her instructions as he stayed still. "Sit." She commanded. Miroku nodded and complied as he sat in the comfortable leather chair across from his mother.
"I am glad that you decided to come back to work." She paused and looked him over and a digusted look replaced her cheerful one. "What are you wearing? That is not Houshi Inc. attire."
"Mother, I am not here for work. I am here to tell you something much more important."
"What could more important?"
"I..." He shifted his eyes and his feet trying to find the courage of telling her what was on his mind. "Iquit" He said swiftly and low.
"Beg your pardon? Houshi's speak with authority." she said clearly and bold. "Now, if it is something you want to tell me, inform."
Miroku lifted his head and looked his mother into the strong violet eyes he used to always be afraid of as a kid. "I quit." He said with confidence.
"You quit? You can't quit. Me and your father, God rest his soul, worked hard to leave you a legacy of business."
"I quit." He repeated trying to stay firm into his words.
"You know, many people could only dream of such fortune as yourself. I am quite sure that....that scoundrel you hang about would."
"Mother, refrain from talking against my friend. Unlike me, he has freedom."
"And you don't? I provide you money, a $254,900 car, and clothes. I would have given you a penthouse if you didn't insist on living like a commoner."
"That's the problem, mother. I want to buy things for myself."
"If you work at the company, you can earn enough to do just that."
"But I don't want to. I want to do what I want to do." He said firmly.
"And what is that, son?"
Miroku stayed quiet contemplating on rather he should tell her or not. "Miroku, what is that you want to do?"
"I..." He sighed. "I want to be an entertainer."
"An entertainer?!" She exclaimed before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Clearly, you are joking?"
"No, mother. It has been a passion of mine for a while. I just need you to support me."
"Son, I can't." She said. "I will not." She said in a more unshakable tone.
"Mother, you have to understand that this is what I want to do."
"Your fathe would have been so disappointed." His mother said.
"I beg to differ, mother. Dad, always supported me and even snuck me a slice a cake when you said I couldn't."
"I knew it was always slices missing."
"But it's not about the cake, mother. I'm saying that dad supported me and wanted what was best for me and not what was best for you."
"Miroku, I want you to leave. I want you to grow up and realize that this world is not some type of playground. Until you've come to that understanding you may be in my presence."
Miroku sighed as he got up and walked soundlessly to the door. He stopped in his tracks and looked at his mother through the corner of his eye. "I always wanted to say that....I hate you." Then he opened the door and left, slamming it.
Tears gathered up in the older woman eyes. She quickly wiped them away and continued to her work.
Miroku fumed down to the parking garage and walked towards his car. What he saw pissed him off even more. There, on his car, was eggs splatterd about his Gallardo. "Fuck, third time this week." Miroku shouted. He got into his car and drove off.
InuYasha wiped the sweat off his brow as the sun beamed as he towel dried a Honda.
The woman in the car placed 5 dollars and her phone number in his hand. She licked her lips and drove off. InuYasha grinned as he watched the woman drive off.
"Still in the game, Yash?"
Inuyasha turned around to see Kikyo her her usual skirt and baby tee. "Wouldn't you like to know." He said smiling at her.
"I'd rather not want to know about your sex life. I might just throw up." She said walking closer to him.
"Was that suppose to be funny, Kik?" He said as he grabbed her and began to tickle her.
Kikyo laughed and tried to fight the muscular man off of him, but to no avail.
"When you two lovebirds stop fooling around, I would like my car dried." A man in a Sab said as he pulled up.
InuYasha let go of Kikyo an instant and she frowned from the lost of his warmth.
"Sorry man. Kikyo, why don't you go in the back?"
Kikyo faced dropped miles at his comment. 'He doesn't want me around?'
InuYasha noticed her expression. "Promise I'll talk to later, Kik. It's just I have work to do. After that extended lunch, your dad might finally fire me like he always says." He said with a smile trying to reassure her.
Kikyo returned it. "As long as I'm his daughter and you're my friend, you'll always have a job here."
InuYasha gave her grin, giving her a look at peferct white teeth. "Nice to know." He watched Kikyo nod and skip away happily.
"Your old lady?"
InuYasha turned to the man in the Sab. "What? Oh, tha'ts just my friend." InuYasha said quickly drying the car.
"Right." The man said. "Just a friend." He then gave InuYasha a dollar and drove off.
InuYasha shook his head then looked up into the blazing sun with squinted eyes. "Hot as the dickens." He said then looked into the lot noticing a familar black lamborghini rush in. He wiped the sun caused stupor from his eye as he readjusted his sight and realized it was Miroku storming out his car, which was splattered in egg yolk. Miroku approached his roomate with fire in his eyes. "You alright?"
"I could be better."
"What happened?" InuYasha said looking over to his car.
"My car?" Miroku shrugged his shoulders "Maybe some kids did it, but that's not why I'm so mad."
"Why are you mad?"
Miroku sighed "I just told my mother I quit and wanted to be an entertainer."
"Whew, I won't ask how that went." InuYasha said wiping his brow once more
"It ain't fair, man. All I want is for her to stop treating me like a little kid and notice that I am a man."
"At least she notices you at all." InuYasha said thinking of his neglective mother and father who could'nt even remember his birthday.
"Yeah, I guess, but still I want freedom. I want to just go home and not have to bow and wait to be spoken to to speak. I'm a grown ass man. I don't need this shit." He went into his pocket and pulled out his motorola and dialed a number and placed it to his ear.
"Who you calling?" InuYasha asked.
"Bankotsu. I told you I was going to Club Escape and that's exactly what I need. To escape. You still crashing at home?" He said as he waited for the answer. "Yeah, Bank? You up for Club Escape? Alright, I'll pick you up at 10pm. Naw, he aint' going. He pussy whipped over some girl."
"Fuck you." InuYasha said flipping him off.
"Alright, be ready because free drinks end at eleven." Miroku hung up the phone. "You sure you don't wanna go. It's going to hype tonight." He said trying to persuae his friend.
"No, I'm pretty tired."
"Suit yourself. More bitches for me because you know Bankotsu couldn't get a lick of ass."
"He's too busy kicking 'em." InuYasha said with a chuckle.
Miroku laughed. "True. Alright, I'll catch you later I have to get all of this yolk off my damn car."
"Come on, Kag?" Sango whined to her friend.
"No." Kagome said as he sat on the couch with her hello kitty pajamas on. Which contrasted to the slinky black dress her friend wore.
"Come on, Kagura's going to be here any minute."
Kagome looked up to the clock that read 10:15. "I ain't nearly dressed" Kagome said lookind down to her attire. "And I ain't in the mood."
"It's going to fun tonight. I know you'll like it."
Kagome shook her head. "No, you go have your fun tonight. I think I'll curl up with some popcorn and watch the Notebook."
"That is so lame, Kaggy."
"Hey, the Notebook is a nice love story." Kagome defended her favorite movie.
"Not the movie. The movie is good. You're the one that is lame."
"No I am not." Kagome said folding her arms. "Why can't I just have a nice evening to myself."
"Is this because of that guy?"
Kagome head snapped to look into her friends chocolate orbs. "No." She said defiantly.
"You might can tell lies to those guys, like you're a virgin." Kagome glared her and Sango smiled. "But you can't lie to me."
"I just want some me time." Then the doorbell rang. Sango rushed to the door and opened it revealing Kagura with the same dress Sango had on.
"What are you wearing?!" They both yelled in unison.
"Well, one of us is gonna have to change and I am not the one." Sango said crossing her arms.
"Come on, San. You're already at home. Just throw on something else so we can go because free drinks end at eleven."
Sango growled as she stomped to the back. Kagura and Kagome looked at each other before they started to laugh. After the much needed laugh, Kagura looked over Kagome's outfit with confusion.
"What do you have on? Sango said you like to play virgin games, but don't you think pink hello kitty pajamas is a little too much."
Kagome threw at a throw pillow at her and Kagura dodged it with a grin. "I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"I'm just not."
"You should it's going to...."
"Alright, let's go." Sango said coming from the back room with a read strapless dress.
"You look better in that anyway." Kagura said.
"Oh, shut up. I would've looked better in my black dress." Sango said walking to the door. "Bye, Kags." Sango said as she left out the door.
"Bye, Kagome." Kagura said following her and shutting the door behind her.
Kagome plopped on the couch. "This is going to be a long night."
Miroku and Bankotsu sat at the bar and watched the liveness of the club. "You were right, this place is bumping." Bankotsu said nodding his head to the Kanye West's Golddigger. (A/n: I know the song is old, but I guess it would take awhile to get all the way to Japan and, besides, they blast the song at clubs anywhere you go)
"I told you. Look at all the pootang available." Miroku said eyeing the women that was eyeing him back.
"Yeah, there are honies in here, but none of them can compete with what's at the door."
Miroku eagerly turned his head to see the women Bank was speaking of. "Where at?"
"The one with the red dress and the hot ass one in black." Bankotsu said pointing towards the entrance.
Miroku eyes followed his finger until they laid on his worst nightmare.
"Oh, shit man. It's her."
Chapter V: Without A Purpose
A lady of about in her early fifties sat in a large office that adorned fined paintings and polished cheery wood furniture. The place spoke volumes that shouted money. The woman fingered the brass buttons on her fine tailored black skirt suit. Her shoulder length naturally curly black hair framed her fine structured face that was contorted into a frown. A vuluptious woman with brown hair rushed into the womans office. "Mrs. Houshi?" the woman addressed her.
"Yes, Rose." She responded in a congenial mannner that said she was a refined lady and was nothing of the short.
"Miroku is here to see you."
"Finally he comes to work. I was worried." She said then let out a content sigh. "Bring him then." She said quickly and firmly said.
"Yes, mam." the woman said as she bowed sharply then exited. She walked to Miroku with a smile across her face. "She's waiting, Miro."
"Thank you, Rose." He said as he rose and brushed off his button up and jeans.
"And if there is anything, I mean anything, just call." Rose said with promising offers in her eyes.
Miroku gave her his signature dashing grin. "Of course, I will." He said then quickly walked off. He would kill for an offer like that, but she was too close to home. Miroku walked into his mother's office waiting for the worse.
"Son!" She exclaimed as she got up. "Please, come in."
Miroku nodded and closed the door behind and walked further into the office. Once he was firmly placed into the room he bowed. "Mother." He said quickly and mannerly.
She bowed in exchanged and sat down in her leather recliner. Miroku waited for her instructions as he stayed still. "Sit." She commanded. Miroku nodded and complied as he sat in the comfortable leather chair across from his mother.
"I am glad that you decided to come back to work." She paused and looked him over and a digusted look replaced her cheerful one. "What are you wearing? That is not Houshi Inc. attire."
"Mother, I am not here for work. I am here to tell you something much more important."
"What could more important?"
"I..." He shifted his eyes and his feet trying to find the courage of telling her what was on his mind. "Iquit" He said swiftly and low.
"Beg your pardon? Houshi's speak with authority." she said clearly and bold. "Now, if it is something you want to tell me, inform."
Miroku lifted his head and looked his mother into the strong violet eyes he used to always be afraid of as a kid. "I quit." He said with confidence.
"You quit? You can't quit. Me and your father, God rest his soul, worked hard to leave you a legacy of business."
"I quit." He repeated trying to stay firm into his words.
"You know, many people could only dream of such fortune as yourself. I am quite sure that....that scoundrel you hang about would."
"Mother, refrain from talking against my friend. Unlike me, he has freedom."
"And you don't? I provide you money, a $254,900 car, and clothes. I would have given you a penthouse if you didn't insist on living like a commoner."
"That's the problem, mother. I want to buy things for myself."
"If you work at the company, you can earn enough to do just that."
"But I don't want to. I want to do what I want to do." He said firmly.
"And what is that, son?"
Miroku stayed quiet contemplating on rather he should tell her or not. "Miroku, what is that you want to do?"
"I..." He sighed. "I want to be an entertainer."
"An entertainer?!" She exclaimed before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Clearly, you are joking?"
"No, mother. It has been a passion of mine for a while. I just need you to support me."
"Son, I can't." She said. "I will not." She said in a more unshakable tone.
"Mother, you have to understand that this is what I want to do."
"Your fathe would have been so disappointed." His mother said.
"I beg to differ, mother. Dad, always supported me and even snuck me a slice a cake when you said I couldn't."
"I knew it was always slices missing."
"But it's not about the cake, mother. I'm saying that dad supported me and wanted what was best for me and not what was best for you."
"Miroku, I want you to leave. I want you to grow up and realize that this world is not some type of playground. Until you've come to that understanding you may be in my presence."
Miroku sighed as he got up and walked soundlessly to the door. He stopped in his tracks and looked at his mother through the corner of his eye. "I always wanted to say that....I hate you." Then he opened the door and left, slamming it.
Tears gathered up in the older woman eyes. She quickly wiped them away and continued to her work.
Miroku fumed down to the parking garage and walked towards his car. What he saw pissed him off even more. There, on his car, was eggs splatterd about his Gallardo. "Fuck, third time this week." Miroku shouted. He got into his car and drove off.
InuYasha wiped the sweat off his brow as the sun beamed as he towel dried a Honda.
The woman in the car placed 5 dollars and her phone number in his hand. She licked her lips and drove off. InuYasha grinned as he watched the woman drive off.
"Still in the game, Yash?"
Inuyasha turned around to see Kikyo her her usual skirt and baby tee. "Wouldn't you like to know." He said smiling at her.
"I'd rather not want to know about your sex life. I might just throw up." She said walking closer to him.
"Was that suppose to be funny, Kik?" He said as he grabbed her and began to tickle her.
Kikyo laughed and tried to fight the muscular man off of him, but to no avail.
"When you two lovebirds stop fooling around, I would like my car dried." A man in a Sab said as he pulled up.
InuYasha let go of Kikyo an instant and she frowned from the lost of his warmth.
"Sorry man. Kikyo, why don't you go in the back?"
Kikyo faced dropped miles at his comment. 'He doesn't want me around?'
InuYasha noticed her expression. "Promise I'll talk to later, Kik. It's just I have work to do. After that extended lunch, your dad might finally fire me like he always says." He said with a smile trying to reassure her.
Kikyo returned it. "As long as I'm his daughter and you're my friend, you'll always have a job here."
InuYasha gave her grin, giving her a look at peferct white teeth. "Nice to know." He watched Kikyo nod and skip away happily.
"Your old lady?"
InuYasha turned to the man in the Sab. "What? Oh, tha'ts just my friend." InuYasha said quickly drying the car.
"Right." The man said. "Just a friend." He then gave InuYasha a dollar and drove off.
InuYasha shook his head then looked up into the blazing sun with squinted eyes. "Hot as the dickens." He said then looked into the lot noticing a familar black lamborghini rush in. He wiped the sun caused stupor from his eye as he readjusted his sight and realized it was Miroku storming out his car, which was splattered in egg yolk. Miroku approached his roomate with fire in his eyes. "You alright?"
"I could be better."
"What happened?" InuYasha said looking over to his car.
"My car?" Miroku shrugged his shoulders "Maybe some kids did it, but that's not why I'm so mad."
"Why are you mad?"
Miroku sighed "I just told my mother I quit and wanted to be an entertainer."
"Whew, I won't ask how that went." InuYasha said wiping his brow once more
"It ain't fair, man. All I want is for her to stop treating me like a little kid and notice that I am a man."
"At least she notices you at all." InuYasha said thinking of his neglective mother and father who could'nt even remember his birthday.
"Yeah, I guess, but still I want freedom. I want to just go home and not have to bow and wait to be spoken to to speak. I'm a grown ass man. I don't need this shit." He went into his pocket and pulled out his motorola and dialed a number and placed it to his ear.
"Who you calling?" InuYasha asked.
"Bankotsu. I told you I was going to Club Escape and that's exactly what I need. To escape. You still crashing at home?" He said as he waited for the answer. "Yeah, Bank? You up for Club Escape? Alright, I'll pick you up at 10pm. Naw, he aint' going. He pussy whipped over some girl."
"Fuck you." InuYasha said flipping him off.
"Alright, be ready because free drinks end at eleven." Miroku hung up the phone. "You sure you don't wanna go. It's going to hype tonight." He said trying to persuae his friend.
"No, I'm pretty tired."
"Suit yourself. More bitches for me because you know Bankotsu couldn't get a lick of ass."
"He's too busy kicking 'em." InuYasha said with a chuckle.
Miroku laughed. "True. Alright, I'll catch you later I have to get all of this yolk off my damn car."
"Come on, Kag?" Sango whined to her friend.
"No." Kagome said as he sat on the couch with her hello kitty pajamas on. Which contrasted to the slinky black dress her friend wore.
"Come on, Kagura's going to be here any minute."
Kagome looked up to the clock that read 10:15. "I ain't nearly dressed" Kagome said lookind down to her attire. "And I ain't in the mood."
"It's going to fun tonight. I know you'll like it."
Kagome shook her head. "No, you go have your fun tonight. I think I'll curl up with some popcorn and watch the Notebook."
"That is so lame, Kaggy."
"Hey, the Notebook is a nice love story." Kagome defended her favorite movie.
"Not the movie. The movie is good. You're the one that is lame."
"No I am not." Kagome said folding her arms. "Why can't I just have a nice evening to myself."
"Is this because of that guy?"
Kagome head snapped to look into her friends chocolate orbs. "No." She said defiantly.
"You might can tell lies to those guys, like you're a virgin." Kagome glared her and Sango smiled. "But you can't lie to me."
"I just want some me time." Then the doorbell rang. Sango rushed to the door and opened it revealing Kagura with the same dress Sango had on.
"What are you wearing?!" They both yelled in unison.
"Well, one of us is gonna have to change and I am not the one." Sango said crossing her arms.
"Come on, San. You're already at home. Just throw on something else so we can go because free drinks end at eleven."
Sango growled as she stomped to the back. Kagura and Kagome looked at each other before they started to laugh. After the much needed laugh, Kagura looked over Kagome's outfit with confusion.
"What do you have on? Sango said you like to play virgin games, but don't you think pink hello kitty pajamas is a little too much."
Kagome threw at a throw pillow at her and Kagura dodged it with a grin. "I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"I'm just not."
"You should it's going to...."
"Alright, let's go." Sango said coming from the back room with a read strapless dress.
"You look better in that anyway." Kagura said.
"Oh, shut up. I would've looked better in my black dress." Sango said walking to the door. "Bye, Kags." Sango said as she left out the door.
"Bye, Kagome." Kagura said following her and shutting the door behind her.
Kagome plopped on the couch. "This is going to be a long night."
Miroku and Bankotsu sat at the bar and watched the liveness of the club. "You were right, this place is bumping." Bankotsu said nodding his head to the Kanye West's Golddigger. (A/n: I know the song is old, but I guess it would take awhile to get all the way to Japan and, besides, they blast the song at clubs anywhere you go)
"I told you. Look at all the pootang available." Miroku said eyeing the women that was eyeing him back.
"Yeah, there are honies in here, but none of them can compete with what's at the door."
Miroku eagerly turned his head to see the women Bank was speaking of. "Where at?"
"The one with the red dress and the hot ass one in black." Bankotsu said pointing towards the entrance.
Miroku eyes followed his finger until they laid on his worst nightmare.
"Oh, shit man. It's her."