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Theory of Monopoly	By : sherlock Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Just wanted to clarify the definition of a hustler: "An American slang word for a pimp, drug dealer or male prostitute." In the case of this story, I am referring to the latter. The reason why I use the word hustler in the description will become clearer as the story develops. Keep in mind that a hustler could also mean "A practitioner of confidence tricks," or "Someone who deceives others by hustling."

Theory of Monopoly

Protect Your Clients

Morning came way too soon, was what Inuyasha thought as he invested just enough consciousness to finish brushing his teeth, wash his face, and put on some decent-looking clothes that still did a good job displaying all that he had to offer. He made his way to the coffee shop Kagome worked at for a quick hello because to this day, only his ex-girlfriend was able to make him the perfect Chai Tea Latte.

Kagome was now the only piece of proof Inuyasha had from his past life. She was as oblivious as ever, still believing that he had taken a leave from medical school but would return one day. Inuyasha thought their relationship a bittersweet one. From one perspective, his childhood friend held memories of his mother and gave him a sense of normalcy that he sometimes desperately craved. They would reminisce about the silly things they did as children and how much trouble he'd caused his mother just to get her attention. Through her, Inuyasha could believe his mother hadn't really died—because she would never be forgotten.

But from another perspective, Kagome was a constant reminder of what he could have been but will never be, because sweet, sweet, oblivious Kagome was on her way to becoming a pediatric doctor. Inuyasha found it both endearing and annoying how she often shared stories of her journey with him and how sometimes, when she needed help studying, he was the first person she'd call. Sweet, stupid, beautiful, incorrigible Kagome.

He saw the huge lineup following him and left as soon as he got his drink. His friend shouted a quick sorry and a see you tomorrow, and Inuyasha chuckled resignedly because yeah, he would return tomorrow. Just like he always did.

He looked at his watch, 2:49 pm. A little over 2 hours.

Inuyasha rode the public transit and got off after 20 stops, where a familiar face awaited outside the train doors with a package for him. Their eyes met briefly before he looked towards the stairs up to the streets, as did passengers behind him. He passed the man and didn't look back. When he arrived on the streets upstairs, he rummaged his pockets to find a slip of paper with a name and an address of a company on it.

He asked around for a nearby library and once there, researched as much as he could on the company. Satisfied with his results after half an hour, he borrowed the library washroom and opened the package from earlier. Inside it was a brown letter-sized envelope and an expensive suit—which Inuyasha pitied because it was a damn nice suit that didn't deserve to be confined a dusty old paper bag—which he promptly dressed. His watch reminded him he had about 15 minutes to deliver the package.

As he made his way out of the building, he asked one of the lovely librarians to 'keep the books safe for a bit as he'd forgotten his library card at home but would be back momentarily' and handed over the bag for safekeeping. Envelope in hand, he walked up to the building with an air of confidence and asked for a Mr. Miroku. When the cute front desk looked away to call an extension, Inuyasha quickly scrunched up and threw the note with Miroku's name on it into the garbage bin behind the desk.

Minutes later, he was being escorted up the elevators to the 14th floor and was told to wait for Mr. Miroku in the conference room down the hall. Things seemed to be going dandy and Inuyasha was beginning to celebrate at nabbing such an easy job, until the Miroku character came into the room with another man tagging along behind him and shit hit the fan. Here he was, performing a rare delivery, and the stupid client had to be someone he'd slept with ages back. Fuck.

It didn't look like Miroku, who he'd previously known as Miro, was expecting him either, seeing how he cursed out loud the moment their eyes met. The guy behind Miroku was clearly dressed better than him, so Inuyasha assumed he was higher up on the company hierarchy, which really wasn't good because Miroku was seriously panicking right now and yeah, Inuyasha kind of felt like punching his face.

Change of plans.

Inuyasha laughed playfully and offered a hand. "Miroku, it's been a while! Sorry for shocking you, I was honestly trying to go for pleasantly surprised." At their weak handshake, the man from behind raised his eyebrows. Right, so he wanted an explanation. The guy was good.

"Hello sir, my name is Carter." His brain was already screaming WHY. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and forgive me for causing a disturbance. Miroku and I used to go way back, you can trust me." By the handshake, Inuyasha established the man was indeed the Miroku's superior and that he was not impressed. Couldn't blame him though, Miroku was rather slow on the uptake.

"You have the files?" No longer feeling eminent danger, Inuyasha's face turned serious and he got down to business. He allowed the two men to sit and relax before continuing.

He had no idea what was in the envelope, but he'd have to pretend if he wanted to save Miroku's ass. Inuyasha, admittedly, liked the prospect of calling in favours. "Miroku was persistent, but I do believe this is what you want." He replied with a smirk as he slid the envelope in front of the silver-haired man. Inuyasha watched as he pulled the documents out halfway and inspected it with sharper eyes than expected, before slipping them back in. When he gave a nod to Miroku, Inuyasha made to stand, believing it as his cue to leave as well. However, the man leaned back in his chair and instructed him to sit instead, so he did.

When Miroku didn't look back at him, Inuyasha realized he might be in deeper shit than he thought. The man continued to stare at him with those beady, golden chicken eyes of his and Inuyasha continued to play innocent, until he understood the gig was really up and proceeded to mentally curse the heavens. Then he retaliated and sat back too, returning a stare that just as hard and searching for any clues he could use to get himself out of the building. (There were none.)

"Who are you, really?" Damn.

"Miroku's friend?"

"If you had spared your friend even a single glance while you were trying so hard to figure out what I was thinking, I might have believed you." Oh, he was good. Inuyasha considered his choices.

"…Good point. I'm not really his friend, but we do know each other. I wasn't expecting to see him here."

"Where do you expect to see him?" So that was where he was going with this.

"Look, you have nothing to worry about. Miroku's not doing anything stupid, against you, your boss, or this company, and I'm certainly not his accomplice in anything sketchy."

"Then what was that poorly done confidence trick I just witnessed?" Smartass.

Inuyasha feigned offense, "Hey, if Miroku had reacted faster, I would be out of here by now."

"I doubt it." Okay, now Inuyasha was kind of offended.

"Fine, good job finding me out, can I leave now?" Inuyasha pointed to the door. "I can promise you won't see me here again."

"Not until you tell me how you two know each other."

Inuyasha slammed on the desk as he stood, glaring at his opponent. "Listen, I'm not telling you anything on the account of it's none of your business. I've already told you I'm not any one you should be concerned about. I could care less whether you believe me or not." He walked towards the door, fully intent on escaping, but he only got to touch the handle.

"Would you prefer if I fire your so called friend? I don't need questionable employees under me." Inuyasha shot around and narrowed his eyes at the man being unnecessarily difficult, who nodded curtly at the chair.

Inuyasha tsk'ed and returned to his seat. He knew a losing battle when he saw one, but maybe just one last push.

"Miroku's a good guy, from what I know of him anyway. We went out with each other briefly before."

"If the next thing out of your mouth isn't the truth, this discussion is over."

"No mercy, hu– Okay, okay!" Inuyasha pleaded with arms outstretched when the man stood from his chair. "Miroku was my client! Shit."

"Client?"

"We… we slept together, okay? I swear I'm not lying this time!"

"You're a prostitute?"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at the obvious. "Yes, I am. I was just doing a delivery job for your informant because I owe him big time, alright?" The man stared him down, and for a second there, Inuyasha could swear he was being checked out. Except that was crazy, becauselook at the freakin' situation, so he ignored his imagination.

"Why are you trying so hard for Miroku? Do you have feelings for him?"

"What—no! We slept like, a total of three times? I don't remember. Besides, I don't mix personal with business. It's just, I vaguely remember Miroku telling me he wanted our relationship to be discreet and he looked scared as shit when he recognized me just now so…"

"So you protected him simply because he's your client?"

Inuyasha's eyes furrowed. "Well, yeah. My clients aren't just paying me for my time; they're paying me to keep secrets, too." He didn't know why he was explaining his policies to a man whose name he didn't even know, but he felt compelled. He didn't want the man to misunderstand for some reason and was relieved he believed him when he finally allowed him to leave.

Inuyasha grabbed his own clothes from the library, dropped them off at home, and decided to keep the suit as compensation for such as shitty experience as he made his way to the red light district. He didn't think too much into it at the time, since the guy had already agreed to let Miroku go and Inuyasha was pretty sure they'd never see each other again anyway. He would look back at all of this later and hate himself for being so damn oblivious of the storm brewing just beyond the horizon.
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