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Mistaken Identity	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Miroku > Sessh?maru/Miroku Views: 3728 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Chapter Three

The following night was a Thursday, and Miroku found himself unable to just jerk off to the thought of the captivating singer, Se - something unheard of for the man who'd once been told by his mother to "leave it alone or you'll wear it out!" He wanted to see her again, because fantasy never lived up to reality.

That was how he found himself inside the club, despite the exorbitant entry fee, right at the back. Luckily, it was a small venue, so he could still see, but he really wanted to be close enough that he could've touched her if he wanted and that just wasn't possible with the crowd that had turned out tonight. Whether that was to do with the special Thursday drink offer or their star attraction, Miroku had no idea.

He was just glad said attraction was actually here tonight. He'd been at the club at least a couple hours before she actually sauntered out onto the stage in what seemed to be her standard black. As he'd discovered from one of the regular patrons he'd found himself talking to, Se wasn't a regular act in the conventional sense of the word. It seemed she put in an appearance whenever she felt like it, and was absent when she didn't.

That would make it tricky to catch her, Miroku mused, and considered it lucky he enjoyed a challenge. It would certainly liven up the chase if his quarry was prone to appearing at random intervals with no set pattern, and would make the final catch all the sweeter when he finally did get her under him.

It would be a problem with Inuyasha, though. If Se wasn't here tomorrow, as he fervently hoped she would be, Miroku had no idea how he'd convince the difficult hanyou to come back with him again and again until they did find her. It would be hard enough just making him stay still for however many hours it took for her to make her way to the stage.

Not to mention the dents it would all put in his finances if he had to keep coming back, night after night, paying for both of them.

He put that aside as a hurdle to navigate when he came to it in favour of just watching her perform. She'd just come to the end of a stirringly sensual ballad, and now a more upbeat song was starting. He vaguely recognised the tune and could remember a few snatches of lyrics, just enough to know it was a song where she'd need to put more power into her voice to pull it off than he'd yet heard.

Eager, he leaned forward to watch, so far he was almost out of his chair completely. Yet as he watched Se soar through the song with ease, he noted she didn't move from her spot even once. She didn't even gesture with her arms, as all other performers he'd watched tended to do. But there was something about her, some grace or majesty that she effortlessly commanded, that gave the lyrics power, and lent her a presence that was as riveting as it was sexy.

But his eagerness got the better of him, and as he leant forward, so to did his chair tip in the same direction, until gravity brought everything crashing down. Miroku spilled out of the chair, cracking his chin on the table before falling underneath in an embarrassing sprawl, clutching his jaw as he rolled around pitifully.

"Ow, ow, ow! Shit!" he moaned, blinking back tears.

A hand reached under the table and gripped his shoulder, and a ruddy, concerned-looking face peered at him. "Hey, man, you ok?" the man said with just a slight drunken slur, and Miroku managed a nod.

"Yeah, yeah... I'll live, anyway." He rubbed his sore jaw and winced. Hopefully, it wouldn't give him an embarrassing bruise. Inuyasha would be all over that like a rash, and if the stubborn hanyou managed to get the truth out of him, he'd never live it down.

Politely declining the offer of aid, Miroku climbed out from under the table and back into his chair only to find that the stage was now empty and the buzz of conversation was growing around him while the patrons waited for the next act.

For a moment, he stared, unable to believe that in the few moments it took him to recover, Se had made her escape. He'd been hoping to talk to her; honestly, he'd come to the decision that it might be a good idea to try and get her attention without Inuyasha hanging around him. His best friend was crass and rude and wouldn't give the best impression. If he couldn't do it without Inuyasha, fine, he'd give that a try, but wasn't it worth taking a shot going solo?

He picked up his drink and downed the remains, steeling himself. Picking his way through the crowd of semi-drunken patrons, Miroku made his way to the small door to the left of the stage that he was sure led backstage. As he'd expected, a huge bouncer soon blocked his way like a wall of muscle.

He tried a winning smile. "Excuse me, I'm wondering if it would be at all possible to see Se --"

"No one gets backstage," came the flat reply.

"But if you'd just --"

"No one," the bouncer reiterated more firmly, with just a tiny hint of threat in it. Miroku found he was pissed. It seemed no one but the damn customers were friendly in this little hole. If not for a captivating woman, he'd have washed his hands of the whole thing.

But it seemed he wasn't going to get what he wanted now. Reluctantly, he turned away and, having no further reason to stay, left. He decided to walk home rather than get the bus so he could take the time to work up a plan.

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When the next evening rolled around, Miroku was back in the club. He'd managed to get a seat closer to the stage this time, but still not at the front. Se was on stage, in all her glory, but Miroku found he was getting increasingly pissed off.

Se had already been performing for nearly half an hour, and Miroku was beginning to realise that was usually the woman's limit. She obviously felt no need to overtax herself when singing. Honestly, if not for her amazing voice, he was sure she'd be out of a job because of her work ethics... or lack thereof.

This meant, however, that she was likely to disappear offstage again any time soon and hs wingman was nowhere in sight. He'd been waiting for at least three hours now, and his calm and patience were at their limits.

Angrily, he yanked out his phone, quickly keying in a message to his soon-to-be-ex hanyou best friend. Where are you? You're late! Hurry up!

He drummed his fingers impatiently for the full three minutes it took to get a reply.

Was gonna come, but somthn came up. Big trble. Cnt tlk now, c u l8r.

Miroku nearly threw his phone at the nearest available head. Something came up, did it? He knew exactly what it was! That damn bastard was blowing him off to get laid!

So much for bros before hos, he fumed. Then took a moment to consider what would happen to him if Kagome ever heard him say that and shuddered.

As he'd predicted, Se came to the end of her slow ballad and exited stage left without even so much as a nod to the audience (he found her cool demeanour interesting and wondered how long it would take him to break through it). Still resolved to give wooing her by himself a try if the opportunity presented itself, Miroku grabbed the gift he'd bought earlier and once again approached backstage.

He was met by the bouncer from yesterday, who merely stared at him silently with a look that clearly said he was remembered and should know better.

Miroku held up the bouquet he was holding; he'd foregone the obvious choice of roses, feeling they were too cliche. Instead, he'd picked lilies because they reminded him of Se: graceful, delicate, pale and beautful.

"I know I can't come back there," he said, giving his smile one last chance. "I was just wondering if these could be passed to Se for me."

The bouncer took the flowers from him, inspecting every inch of them as though he expected a bomb to be attached. Then, finally, after Miroku had started to wonder if they would be discarded, they were passed to another member of staff for delivery.

He breathed a small sigh of relief and let himself wander a little bit away from the door, but he didn't leave. He hung around, idly listening to the conversations around him. He considered ordering another drink. All so he didn't have to leave quite yet, just in case something miraculous happened.

Well, who was he kidding? He smiled ruefully to himself. A beautiful woman like that probably got dozens of bouquets a night. One wasn't going to stand out from the bunch, and it had been modest to start with. Maybe he should stop getting his hopes up and just leave. When he finally managed to drag Inuyasha to the club, he could bring more flowers.

Just as he'd talked himself into leaving, a large, meaty hand landed on his shoulder. Startled, he turned to look up into the bouncer's face.

"Se wants to see you," he said. "Now. Follow him." The bouncer gestured to a stage hand waiting for him in the doorway.

For a moment, Miroku could only stare. His flowers had actually worked? Why? What was special about them? It was a small bouquet - although ridiculously expensive for just five flowers and a lot of green stuff - so why did they stand out?

Maybe they were her favourite? Had he been that lucky? He'd have to find out for sure. If he'd found a way in, he was going to make sure the path stayed open.

The bouncer cleared his throat and Miroku started back to reality. "Ah, right, sorry. Going!" He didn't need to be told twice and quickly leapt to action, hurrying over to the stage hand so fast, he nealy fell in his eagerness.

It seemed miracles really did happen.

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I don't know why it took me so long to finish this. It's been pretty much two thirds done, maybe more, since before Christmas. Guess I just wasn't in the mood... or something.

Either way, it's done now, and chapter four is what I'm leaning towards writing next. So maybe that'll be updated soon.

Oh, Miroku, if you knew what we knew, you'd be running out the door as fast as you could right now. >_>

And a small note to those of you who were hoping for a Fortification update... well, it's written, as I said in my last comment. But since I finished at a cliffhanger, I figured I might as well use it and draw it out a little longer. xD Never fear, though; it'll appear within the next week.
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