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Oh, Shit	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 10105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

Straddling Miroku, one hand on the back of his head and grinding his face into the carpet, Inuyasha stared at the door. The hour was up already? Where the hell had the time gone?

He got up off the monk's back, dusting carpet fibres off his jeans. As Miroku struggled to get up, rubbing his jaw, Inuyasha pointed to the bedroom. "You go in there," he said firmly. "I don't need any smart-ass comments from you. I'm pissed enough that I might not even stop Sesshomaru gutting you like a damn fish."

Apparently his expression was something to behold, as Miroku fled without any protest whatsoever. Inuyasha took a deep breath and opened the door.

There was an awkward moment where their eyes met and held, then Sesshomaru stepped over the threshold and looked around. In spite of himself, Inuyasha felt a little agitated. The suite was small, probably around the size of Sesshomaru's sitting room and kitchen without all the rest, but he didn't have to look around like it was some cheap fleabag motel room and he couldn't be sure what was safe to touch. Why should they have paid for something bigger when all this room would be used for was some place to crash? It didn't have to be fancy.

But it still pissed him off.

"Sit down," he said tersely. "I'll grab a jacket."

He slipped into his own small bedroom and rummaged around in the wardrobe at the foot of the bed until he could pull out a jacket, sliding it on. Then he just waited for a moment, taking deep breaths. He was about to willingly put himself back in Sesshomaru's vicinity. All for his benefit in the long term though it may be, it still needed preparation. This day seriously sucked more than any he could remember, and he'd been through a lot of shit in his short life.

The only highlight thus far had been greeting Miroku with a fist to the stomach. Honestly, the bastard was lucky he hadn't beaten the ever-loving shit out of him for having that damn you-better-have-a-good-excuse grumpy look on his stupid face when he'd opened the door. How else could Inuyasha have possibly responded to it?

He'd breezed by without any kind of explanation and headed straight for the bathroom, where he'd thrown the expensive suit trousers on the floor like he would have his regular ratty jeans and stepped into the shower, setting the water at the highest temperature he could stand, which was probably just a few degrees away from melting his skin off.

He'd allowed the punishing heat to cleanse his skin for a while, then grabbed the shower gel. What followed had been the most intense scrubbing he'd ever given himself, carrying on long after his skin was red and he couldn't even smell himself over the overwhelming zesty freshness of the shower gel, let alone... anyone else.

Only then had he been able to relax. He'd turned the heat down and taken his time washing his hair, working the tangles out with his fingers, purposefully not thinking about the mess that waited outside the room. When he'd finally stepped out to dry himself and go get a change of clothes, the water had been getting chillier by the second, all the heat used up.

When he'd returned to the living room, he'd found Miroku ingesting caffeine and glaring at him. He ignored the latter in favour of getting himself some of the former, carrying it back into the living room and sitting on the sofa, taking a huge swallow. Miroku followed him.

"So what the hell was that?" the still grumpy monk had demanded.

Inuyasha had ignored him, drinking more precious coffee.

"Inuyasha! I'm talking to you!"

"Gimme a damn minute!" he'd snapped. "I had a really fucking rough night, so unless you want me to beat the crap out of you, get off my case."

"I've got a hangover, too, you know," Miroku griped. "You're not the only the only one who feels like they got hit by a truck. But I'm not an asshole who punches people just because I feel like shit."

"It's a bit more serious than just me feeling like shit," Inuyasha had muttered, staring into his cup.

"What happened? And where the hell did you disappear to? I lost you on the way out of the casino. Didn't even get to go to a strip club thanks to you pulling a Houdini on me."

For a long, hard moment, Inuyasha had just stared at Miroku, weighing the options. When having an emotional and - for fuck's sake - marital issue, the monk would never be his first port of call for a sounding board. The problems he unloaded on Miroku were guy problems - can't get laid, it itches really badly there, run out of beer. That sort of thing. This mess... this needed a woman's touch.

But he'd been sunk there. He couldn't have called Kagome. She'd have lectured him before she advised him, and he couldn't have dealt with that right then. Besides... if he'd told her where he was... eventually it would've gotten back to Sango... and much as he'd like to see Miroku bludgeoned to death, he knew some of the shit would have flown his way, too.

So, in light of his need to talk to someone, he was left with only one option.

He'd sighed and held up his left hand.

It had taken Miroku, hungover as he was, a minute to realise what he was looking at. When he did, the look of incredulousness that swept over his face had almost been comical.

"Holy fucking shit," he'd breathed. "You got hitched? No way."

"Way," Inuyasha had countered. "And now I have to figure out what the fuck I'm gonna do about it."

"Well, there's anullment, obviously," the monk had said reasonably, before leaning forward with a grin on his face. "How drunk did you get last night? We weren't that smashed when you vanished. And do I know this girl? Or did you meet her later?"

"Anullment," Inuyasha had said, trying to keep his friend on the right track. "How would I go about doing that, do you think?"

"Hell if I know. And don't avoid the questions. Are you embarrassed? Is she really ugly?"

"No... I wish. An ugly girl, I could deal with."

"What is it, then?" Miroku had pressed. "Stripper? Hooker? Geriatric? Or, worst case scenario, someone who claims you're in love? Doesn't want to end the marriage, huh?"

"No! None of those!"

"Then who the hell is this girl? I'm gonna find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me."

The only reason Inuyasha had finally decided to tell him was because that was most likely true; the bastard had a way of finding out his secrets. He let out a long, long sigh. "Ok, fine," he'd said. "I apparently ran into Sesshomaru last night and..." He hadn't been able to finish the sentence. It gave him the creeps.

"What does Sesshomaru have to do with --" Then Miroku's eyes had widened as his brain caught up. "Oh, hell no. You're joking." Inuyasha's expression had not been one of mirth, but despte that, Miroku had collapsed into peals of uncontrolled laughter.

"Sesshomaru?" he'd gasped. "Sesshomaru? Really? Fucking Sesshomaru?"

The rest had been turned into nonsense gibberish by laughter, and Inuyasha had held his temper in check for almost a whole minute. Any and all ass-kicking that had followed had been thoroughly deserved.

He came back to the present and realised he'd been daydreaming rather than mentally preparing himself, and had been doing so for who knew how long. Stuffing some money in his pocket, he made his way back into the living room.

Sesshomaru hadn't sat down, but he turned to look at Inuyasha as he emerged. "I'd begun to wonder if you had left via the fire escape." He checked his watch. "It's already after two p.m. We should hurry if we hope to cover much ground."

The hanyou shrugged. "You say that, but do we actually have any leads?"

"Yes, actually. I did some thinking during the last hour and happened to dimly remember us running into each other in the hotel bar."

Inuyasha watched him for a moment, while his brother stared impassively back. Sesshomaru had put an odd emphasis on the word 'dimly'; something was a little off. But for the sake of not turning it into another mad dash through the hallways, Inuyasha bit his tongue and didn't press the metaphorical button.

"Right, then. We'll start at the bar."

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At almost three in the afternoon, there were a surprising amount of depressed-looking businessmen already well into their binges in the bar, descending lower and lower into their own personal pit of despair.

At least, that's what it seemed they were doing to Inuyasha. Sitting at the bar with Sesshomaru, he made sure to place himself as far away from them as possible in case it somehow infected him; the feeling of abject misery and complete failure he got from these people seemed almost tangible.

Sesshomaru wasted no time with small-talk once he had the bartender's attention. "Were you on shift around nine p.m yesterday evening?"

"I was," the man confirmed. "Anything I can get you?"

Inuyasha, had who already been looking at the bottles lined up behind him, raised his hand. "Yeah, I'll have --"

"No, you won't," Sesshomaru cut in, shooting him a look. "I believe you've already had quite enough alcohol for this trip, don't you?"

Because he reluctantly conceded the point, he didn't bother arguing, though it annoyed him to be denied like a child in public. He drummed his claws irritably on the bar while the older youkai turned back to the bartender.

"Do you happen to remember seeing either us?"

The man frowned as he looked between them. "As a matter of fact, I do. Ended up having to ask you to leave."

That caught Inuyasha's attention. "Why?"

"Well, you started off well enough. Sat and talked, drank your drinks. But you started getting noisier and noisier as the night went on."

Sesshomaru frowned. "Are you saying we were unruly patrons?"

The bartender rubbed his chin. "Not as such. But you talked louder as you got more intoxicated, and you started laughing, and generally disturbing the other customers, so I was forced to politely request you leave."

"Did you happen to see which way we went after we left?"

"Nope."

"We didn't give any indication at all of where we might be heading next?"

"Look," the man said, leaning on the bar. "Once a customer leaves, I don't pay them much mind, since I have other customers to look after. We have CCTV to take care of that. Sorry I couldn't help you folks more, but that's all I know. Excuse me."

He moved along the bar to take an order, and the brothers turned to look at each other. Sesshomaru spoke first.

"We should see about acquiring the footage from last night," he said. "It's possible there might be some sort of clue to give us our next step."

"Isn't that kind of thing off limits to hotel guests?"

"I don't care." The older youkai's tone was matter-of-fact. "We have nothing else to go on at this point, so I intend to pursue it."

The hanyou waved a hand placatingly. "Fine, fine. We'll just have to figure out some way to get it, then."

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Woo. Been a long time since I uploaded this, huh? Got distracted by other things and I suppose just generally wasn't in the mood for it, but better late than never, right? xD Next chapter's also pretty much plotted out, so maybe that'll get done soon, too.

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