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Mistaken Identity	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Miroku > Sessh?maru/Miroku Views: 3730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Inuyasha, nor its characters. They are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

Miroku had to wait until after work the next day to see Inuyasha. Even his bastard of a boss couldn't dampen his enthusiasm, especially when it kept bubbling over into his conversations and landing them commissions all day. Ordinarily, Miroku would have lorded this as much as he could and quite possibly used it as ammunition when asking for his next raise, but right then, all he could think about was seeing Se again.

On the bus home - his damn car still wasn't working, but even that wasn't bringing him down - he'd sent Inuyasha a brief text message: beer and pizza at mine. Need to talk. Supplying the pizza was easy; he had the number on speed dial for just such an occasion, and by the time he stepped off the bus, it was on its way. The beer, he already had in stock, and so all that was left when Miroku sailed through his front door was to shower and change.

As he'd done already this morning, he thought about Se while he was in there. He wondered if her voice would be as interestingly deep when she spoke, and if her skin would feel as soft as it looked. If he pulled her into the shower with him, how dark would that lovely silver hair go? Would it tangle easily when he wrapped it around his fingers?

Inevitably, his mind wandered to more devious imaginings. What would her kiss taste like? How soft were her lips? How long would it take him to drive a sophisticated youkai like her wild?

He could just imagine how he'd start. Hands on her slim hips as he buried his face in her swan neck, tugging her close as he tasted her skin. He'd leave so many hickeys on that alabaster skin, she'd never be able to cover them all, while his hands made the round trip to lightly grip that cute little ass, and then -

A knock at the door jerked him out of his pleasant daydream so abruptly he almost slipped and killed himself. He had to grab hold of the shower head to remain upright and scowled in the general direction of his front door. There was only one person in the entire world he knew who knocked so loudly and rudely.

"It's open," he called, barely raising his voice over the rush of water. His friend's cute puppy ears were sensitive enough that he would've been able to hear the shower going from outside the apartment, so there was no need to shout.

Miroku distantly heard the door open and close, and sighed. With said sensitive hearing in the vicinity, it wasn't like he could jerk off; that would be too weird. They weren't teenagers anymore, able to be forgiven for not being able to resist, even comparing notes as they rushed to amass as much knowledge and experience as possible in what had once seemed an almost life or death rush to go all the way with a girl.

The hanyou may have beaten him back then - and it was all thanks to those damn ears, he knew it; everyone wanted to stroke them - but this time, the prize would be his... even if he needed the hanyou's help to get there.

Comforting himself with the fact that he could jerk off to his heart's content after he had secured Inuyasha's help and chased him out, Miroku quickly finished his shower cold (Inuyasha also had a sensitive nose and would be able to smell if he was turned on) and climbed out, hurriedly towelling himself off. He then wrapped it around his waist, exiting the bathroom, passing his living room door on the way to the bedroom to find the hanyou already digging into a large pizza.

Inuyasha glanced up as he slowed down to stare and grinned. "Oh, hey. Ran into the pizza guy outside your door. You owe me."

Miroku stifled a sigh. Ordinarily, he may have reminded Inuyasha that he'd paid the last few times they'd ordered in for man talk, but since he wanted the hanyou's help... best to keep the oft simple-minded, stubborn fool in a good mood.

He waved that off and carried on to his bedroom, where he found a dark purple shirt and black jeans, changing and heading back to his living room. He swiped a slice of pizza before Inuyasha could wolf it all down, but first crossed to the other side of the room before joining his friend to fish some cash out of his wallet, which he then handed to Inuyasha as he sat down, opening a can of beer for himself.

He noted Inuyasha looked surprised and suspicious as he took the cash, but it still disappeared quickly into his pocket. Then the hanyou leaned forward, pointing a half-eaten slice of pizza at him for emphasis.

"So what the hell's so important that we had to talk about it right now?"

Miroku chewed his pizza slowly, giving himself time to formulate his answer. He'd known Inuyasha long enough that he was used to his bluntness - Inuyasha was a man of action, not words - so it wasn't surprising, but sometimes a little beating around the bush was necessary, especially when about to approach a difficult topic.

"Inuyasha..." he finally said. "I know we've never talked about it much, but how well do you know your family? Besides your father and brother, I mean."

The hanyou suddenly looked uncomfortable, and Miroku felt a little guilty, but Inuyasha shrugged and started talking before he could take it back and rephrase. "Well, mum's side... they don't really wanna know a hanyou. Dirty half-breed and all that. Can't have one of those in a fancy, high-to-do family." He scratched his chin. "And dad's side... well, there's not that many of them. And far as I know, they're spread all over. Never met any of them 'sides dad and that asshole."

Crap. Inuyasha didn't know any of them? There went his hopes that he'd be able to get an introduction... and it had seemed almost like fate, too; Se's colouring resembled Inuyasha's so much. He was certain she had inuyoukai blood.

"You really don't know any of them? Not even their names?" he asked hopefully.

Inuyasha furrowed his brows. "Why d'you wanna know? What the hell are you getting at?"

Miroku sighed. "Well... I found this girl. Really, really beautiful girl. And I'm pretty sure she's inuyoukai... so I was hoping for an introduction."

Inuyasha made a rude noise. "Forget it. Chances are, she wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire."

Miroku frowned. "You don't know that."

Inuyasha snorted. "Hell, yeah, I do. Look, inuyoukai are high class. Really high class. Really rich, really snobby, really up their own asses. They don't mix with humans."

"Your dad did," Miroku countered.

The hanyou waved that away. "Yeah, but he's an oddball at the best of times, and he was probably thinking with his dick, anyway. Did you notice I said I haven't met a single one of them? Not even a glimpse. Dad hasn't either since he got with mum. That says a lot, don't you think?"

Miroku sighed again and leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "I really need to meet this girl..."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Why? What's so special about her? You've said that about loads of girls - many of whom wouldn't even give you the time of day, if I recall - and you bounced right back to being a pervert the next night. Just let this one go, man. Not worth the effort."

"You haven't seen her," he replied petulantly, making Inuyasha snort again.

"Like I need to. Seen one, you've seen 'em all. Gold eyes, silver hair, pretty, yeah?" He shrugged. "We're all the same."

Miroku raised an eyebrow. "Did you just have a vain moment and call yourself pretty?"

Inuyasha growled and threw a pizza crust at him.

"Like fucking hell I did, shithead!" the hanyou shouted.

Miroku waved his hands placatingly. "Fine, fine," he said mildly, then pointed at the crust on the floor. "By the way, you're picking that up."

Inuyasha ignored that and folded his arms. "Seriously, though, just leave the girl alone. She ain't even gonna let you near her, trust me."

"I can't," he complained.

"Why not?" Inuyasha demanded.

"It's like..." Miroku struggled for an example. "Like when you first saw Kagome in high school. You wouldn't shut up about her, agonised for hours over what to say -"

"Shut up!" the hanyou hissed, looking around as though someone might hear them. "Fucking hell, you've got a big mouth! You better not talk about that kind of shit with Kagome and Sango!"

"Aw, but Inuyasha, wouldn't you want Kagome to know how you fell head over heels at first sight like a lovesick puppy?"

"Don't make me skewer you, bastard," Inuyasha said darkly.

Miroku grinned. "Well, in any event, it's kinda the same thing. You felt you had to meet Kagome, I feel I need to meet Se."

Inuyasha's nose wrinkled. "Se? What kind of name is that?"

"Probably a stage name." Miroku shrugged. "Who the hell cares, anyway? Her name is the least of my concerns."

The hanyou gave him a flat stare. "That's why girls think you're a perverted asshole."

Miroku glared at him. "Anyway, just come to the club with me. She sings there. And then when she's finished, maybe she might talk to me if I'm with you."

"What've you been smoking, jackass? No pureblood inuyoukai is gonna speak to a hanyou. I'm less than shit to them. Even my own prick of a half-brother barely says a word to me unless absolutely necessary, so what the hell makes you think this girl will?"

"I don't know! But it's worth a try, isn't it? So do this for me? Please? Pretty please? I'll actually pay you this time when you fix my car..."

"What? You broke it again? What the fuck, Miroku?"

Not one to be deterred by Inuyasha avoiding agreeing to anything, Miroku shifted from his sofa to the hanyou's chair, sitting on the arm and leaning dangerously into his personal space. "Please? It would mean a lot to me..."

Inuyasha reared back until it appeared he was trying to melt into the back of the armchair. "All right, all right!" he yelled, shoving Miroku's shoulders hard enough to almost send him flying off the chair and onto his ass. "Just move the fuck back! You're almost in my lap, you pervert!"

Miroku sat back and clapped his hands together, an overly pleasant expression on his face. "Yes! It's settled, then!" He checked his watch. "If we left now, we could probably still get there in time."

"What? No, no, I can't. I promised I'd hang with Kagome tonight."

"Damn," he muttered. "When, then?"

"Uh..." The hanyou scratched his head absently and flicked an ear. "Maybe Friday? Can't stay out too late, though. Kagome's making me go shopping with her and then out to dinner on Saturday as an early birthday present."

The look of abject misery at this prospect on Inuyasha's face would have made Miroku laugh uproariously any other time, but he had other pressing concerns on his mind. He sighed.

"Hey, don't be in such a rush. I'm tellin' ya, this ain't gonna work, anyway."

Miroku sighed again. "What would you suggest, then?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Well, we can't ask dad... he doesn't like talking about the family, so he's not gonna help just so you can get your rocks off. Which leaves... Sesshomaru."

Interested, Miroku sat up straighter. "You think Sesshomaru would help?"

The hanyou snorted with laughter. "Hell, no. He's the quintessential arrogant youkai. Probably wouldn't even acknowledge your existence, let alone talk to you." He picked up another slice of pizza. "Still your best bet, though."

"Well, gee, thanks," Miroku muttered, slumping again, not at all pleased with how this evening had gone.

He had no idea why he'd let himself get his hopes up at the mention of Sesshomaru. Despite having never met the older brother, Inuyasha had been complaining about him consistently since infancy, so he had a pretty good idea what the youkai was about. From all accounts, he wasn't the type to help someone for the sake of it... or for any other reason Miroku could imagine.

Still, Sesshomaru was his only possible link to his beautiful singer. He wouldn't give up just because he was an impressive obstacle as well.

"We can try him after," he decided.

Inuyasha blinked. "What?"

"Sesshomaru. If taking you to the club doesn't work, we can try Sesshomaru."

For a moment, the hanyou just stared at him. Then he sighed. "All right, whatever. I give up. Your funeral."

Standing up, Miroku nodded decisively. "That's done, then. We have a plan. Now fuck off, I have things to do," he said, remembering his earlier plans to indulge in a little private fantasy time and jack off while thinking of the beautiful Se.

"Hey, I haven't finished my beer!"

"Take a pack with you, then. Don't you have to get back to Kagome, anyway?"

"Fine," the hanyou grumbled, getting to his feet and snatching up a six pack. "I'll come around early on Friday, see what the fuck you've done to that heap of shit you call a car this time. Maybe I won't have to take it into the shop."

"Yeah, sure." Miroku nodded, ushering Inuyasha ahead of him. "Here, take the keys with you in case I'm not home yet." He pulled them off the rack beside his door and handed them over, then opened the door and steered his friend out with a wave. "See you Friday."

"Yeah, see ya." Inuyasha didn't look back as he headed out into the hall and down the stairs, and Miroku didn't wait to see him off safely. He had plans.

Turning back to face his living room, he noticed it was in quite a bit of disarray. During the course of their conversation, pizza boxes and beer cans had spread across the coffee table and even onto the sofa, and Inuyasha had managed to escape without picking up the crust he threw across the room. Miroku sighed, supposing that was his fault for being so eager to get rid of him.

Still, right now, he didn't care. He could clean it up later, or in the morning. Once again, he hurried toward his bedroom, where a box of Kleenex and a Playboy magazine were waiting for him.
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