InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Male Migraines ❯ Money is the Motivation ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Long time since I've updated, I know. But my imagination blew out on me this chapter. And also, I'm in the middle of writing another story (read my current profile, you'll know what I mean). Anyways, still I hope you enjoy this!

Las Vegas wasn't anything that the couple had expected it to be. Yeah, the magic shows were interesting (to Izayoi. Inutaisho could do those tricks, and then some) and the food was good too ("Not better than what the chefs at home make," Inutaisho complained). But what really worsened the trip was when he got to finally see his beloved strippers.

They had went their seperate ways at about eight o'clock that evening (though it's still daytime at the daycare! Different time zones...though there's still some issues with this!). Well, actually, going their seperate ways is a pretty strong term. The establishments that both were going to were right next to each other's. They said their goodbyes, gave each other a hug and a kiss, and without a backwards glance, allowed the sin of sin city to consume them.

Inutaisho was the oldest male there. Being around 5000 years old, he felt like an old man amongst the twenty year old humans. There were even a few demons there about Sesshomaru's age...though Sesshomaru would never go to a place like this...well, so we're led to believe. In one corner, a group of especially loud men were cheering for one of the dancers. A guy who was drunk, walked over to a friend and drapped an arm around him. "Hey, have fun, buddy! All you see here will never be available to you again. Never. So get loose with these honey's while you still have time! Cause after tonight, you can only have sex with one person for the rest of your life and then over the years, you two will like, loose your passion for each other, and then you'll like, be in bed with her and she'll be all like, "This isn't good anymore, and you'll be all like, "Well, maybe if you'd move a little it would be," and she'll be all like, "That's it, I'm through with you," and then like, you'll be able to sleep with whoever you want again." The guy crashed on the floor; his friend made no effort to help him up.

Inutaisho thought about what he'd said, but quickly dismissed the bad thoughts about Izayoi he was getting. He loved her and things were good between them. Rarely ever did they fight...unless it was about whose turn it was to tell the cooks what to make for dinner. Or even worse, what to re-heat for dinner! But he was here to have fun and fun was his middle name. Actually, it was Winfred the third, but ya'll didn't need to know all that.

He walked over to the front of the room where the stages were. It was crowded there, but he pushed his way through, then about had a heart attack. While the others were hooting and calling out like a bunch of baboons (sorry, Naraku), he was shocked to see that the woman was really nothing more than a girl. Of course she was at least eighteen, but still...He gave a deep sigh. He figured life was hard on the poor pup and she was doing anything to make a buck. Well, he could solve all of that. Suddenly, out the corner of his eye, he noticed that she'd stopped dancing.

Walking slowly over to him in her stilletos, she bent down near him. "Hey there, big guy. I'll do somethin' strange for a piece of change." Inutaisho frowned. "Does your mother know where you are right now?" He asked. The other men laughed and she cocked an eyebrow at him. "Huh? My...mother?! I'm grown!" Inutaisho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm the lord of the Western lands of Japan." Wait, I am. Fuck, wrong tactic! But she doesn't know that. He reached in his pocket and fished out his check book. He tried to whip out a pen from his shirt pocket, but it got stuck on his pocket protector. This caused more laughs. He ignored them and wrote something on a blank check, then handed it to the girl. She looked at it, her eyes getting wide.

"You-you just gave me one-million dollars? Oh my God! Thanks!" The girl squealed, but then she noticed something different abou this check. "Wait a minute, that's not a dollar sign. That's a yen sign. You gave me one-million yen. About how much is that in dollars?" A man in the back of the room whipped out a calculator and rapidly started pressing buttons. After a moment, he slowed down, then sped up again. A few people yawned and Inutaisho took a whole nap before the man had figured out the sum. "You'd get exactly...one cent in American currency." The room fell silent. Then the girl exploded.

"One cent?! One fucking cent?!!!" She turned angry eyes on Inutaisho. "You tried to give me one measly muther-fuckin' cent?!!! Considering how much I make in a minute, I find that an insult! I thought you Japanese people were geniouses! You study everything under the sun from tea ceremonies to a pile of dog shit on the street and here you are giving me one cent's worth of my own currency?! Get out, old man! I don't dance for the broke!"

Security threw Inutaisho out on the side walk. "Well, I never!" There was no way that one-million yen was equal to only one cent in America. Was their currency that useless? He sighed and sat down on the curb to wait for Izayoi. She came stumbling out an hour later, a very handsome man on her arm. "Now this is what Japan needs! Men like coffee, hot, black and strong!" Inutaisho's eyes widened at his mate's comment.

"I'm not really having fun, let's go home," he suggested. She stopped giggling with the man and stared at him. "And what's the matter with you? I though you just couldn't wait to get your hands on one of those dancers. Oh, you're too old, arn't you?" Yeah, that's it, and I just found out I'm too broke as well, Inutaisho thought. He glanced at the young man. Damn, that used to be me about 3000 years ago. Is this what our relationship has come to, living out our fantasies with strangers? The young man focused his attention on Izayoi. "I must return, ma'am," he said in a deep, sexy voice. "Perhaps I will see you again though? Do come again to Las Vegas." He gave an awkward bow, then went back inside.

Izayoi stood on the sidewalk fanning herself and looking flushed. "What a man! Sexiness in next to godliness!" Inutaisho groaned. "Look, let's get back home. You were so worried about your--our--precious Inuyasha. We've been away long enough." What the hell am I saying? You get burned one time at a strip club and now you wanna go running back to your kids?! Then again, I do miss beating Sesshomaru...in fights...beating Sesshomaru in fights.

He put a hand around Izayoi's waist, just as he'd done to get there, and formed his sphere. Fuck embarrasing air travel. They were flying first class, Inutaisho style. Though, he'd miss checking out the flight attendants.


Perhaps not as funny as a lot of my other chapters, sorry. Like I said, I've been preoccupied with some other writing. But review and tell me how it fared with you!