InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makeshift Superheroes ❯ The Money ( Prologue )

Miroku walked up to his doorway, and pulled out his keys while whistling merrily. It had been a good day indeed. Fifteen customers total.

It wasn't the most he ever had in one day, but the amount they bought was simply shocking.

Oh well. He got cash. No questions, fast service, good money.

It helped that he had ripped each customer off by... about 50%?

As he bent down to retrieve the mail that had been dropped through the slot of his old, scratched up door, Miroku's eyes widened as he pulled out a piece of paper from a thick envelope...

As it fluttered to the ground, Miroku grabbed at the air to catch it. He finally felt what he reached for and stood back up. Eyes widened, his hand shook slightly as he lifted it up into the apartment's light, as if trying to determine if the $10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 was real or not.

Makeshift Superheroes

PROLOGUE

The Money

By: bs~

Miroku got up and paced. He walked to the sink and got out a glass from the cabinet to his right. Filling it with water, Miroku failed to realize that his cup had overfilled and was pouring all over his hand. He was too busy staring at the table in his kitchen. More specifically, a piece of paper... a check...

"Aw damn it!" he groaned as he realized that the water was spilling. "Who the HELL would give me a check like that? Do they want some drugs? WHAT?" Miroku yelled at the ceiling, as if expecting an answer.

He got one. "SHUT UP! It's THREE in the morning Miroku! Get some sleep and rant to yourself at a DECENT hour!" an old, hoarse voice yelled at him. Miroku winced.

"Sorry Mrs. Winston! I'll keep it down!" he looked apologetically at the ceiling, even though the old lady couldn't possibly see him. Well... he really hoped not.

"I really should stop talking to myself..." he muttered as he went to the counter to get a towel to wipe his hands with. Taking off the black gloves he always wore, Miroku sighed. And remembered that packet that he had taken the check from.

He turned and stared for a second before he leapt at the thick, white envelope that lay neglected and had been hastily tossed onto the coffee table by him just about a half hour ago. There must be at least something in here that would tell him something about this check!

Gently, Miroku pulled out the contents of the envelope and stared. In his hands were four files. Opening each and scanning the first page, Miroku realized that it was an overview of four separate people. But the names or faces didn't seem familiar to him, so he set those aside for later. Reaching his hand into the envelope again, he felt a hard case.

Sliding it out, Miroku realized that it was a CD. He took it out of the case hurriedly and ran over to his DVD player.

As he pressed the play button, his palms were sweaty and he dropped the remote. He took no notice of that as the fuzz of the screen was replaced with someone's face.

Too bad it was wearing a mask. As the person spoke to the camera, Miroku realized that the soft voice must be of a woman's.

"I see that you have received the check, Mr. Houshi. Please take that as a... payment before the mission is carried out."

"Mission?" Miroku frowned.

"Please take note of what I say to you, Mr. Houshi. Take notes. This CD will not be in condition to watch over again." Miroku got up and ran to get some paper and a pen.

Better to be safe than sorry. The face paused, as if she knew he was going to do that. "Back? Good. Now let me begin. I need help." Miroku scoffed.

"I noticed."

"... and you are the one person left that I can trust. Be aware of the four files that I have given you. Those are the only others you should trust. No one else shall know of this, understood?"

Miroku had taken note of this. Very well...

In fact, it said on his paper

"Insane woman says tell no one. PARANOIA. Only four others."

"... now I understand this must be strange for you, but you MUST succeed. Those four files are the others that you shall have to find and explain to them the situation. Don't worry about the rest. You just focus on finding these people. I shall give you one week, and then I shall alert you of the rest of this task. Tell NO ONE." And with that, the screen fizzled out into a fuzz.

Miroku arched his eyebrows and looked down at his paper. "O... kay... some notes that was..."

Deciding he should keep the tape for evidence if he went to file a restraining order, Miroku got off the couch and walked over to the player, pressing the eject button. As the small support slid out with the CD on it, Miroku's eyes widened.

She wasn't kidding about the state it would be in. Miroku grabbed the towel that was laying on the table next to him and wrapped it around his hand. He gingerly picked up the smoking CD and went to the kitchen to put it into a Ziploc baggie. Couldn't be too careful now.

After hiding the disk in a safe place in his apartment, Miroku went back to look over the files. The first one he picked up was a woman. Sliding his finger down, Miroku read the facts out loud.

"Hm... interesting... Lesse... Twenty years old... Live in an apartment... hey! That place isn't far from here!... siblings... deceased? Ouch. Hm.... Profession." The next couple of words caused Miroku to open and close his mouth in the air, resembling a fish.

"Well..." he muttered while straighting himself up. "That's a profession that would be fun."

Picking up the picture, Miroku read the name of her at the bottom. She was rather pretty. Her long, black hair with brown higlights framed her hair and gave her an elegant appearance. Her eyes were soulful and murky brown, full of life. But what set him off was the scowl she had on her face. It totally threw off the elegant, mysterious look that she had.

"Well... Sango Ishinaga... I'll wipe that scowl off your face soon enough..."

Miroku paused in his musings. "Then again... if I were a hitman... I wouldn't be grinning all the time..."

"HEY! MIROKU! TOO EARLY!!!" Miroku grimaced.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

He sighed and walked towards his bedroom. "Better get some sleep... in for a busy day tomorrow!"