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Ties That Bond
By : Riomi
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Chapter List
- 1-Ties That Bond
- 2-Misconception Connection
- 1
- 2
Title: Ties that Bond

Author: Riomi

Email: Riomi_Sess@msn.com

Pairing: None clear yet

Summary: AU fic, plot driven and much character development. A sure hit!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned within this fic. They belong to their creator who is, Rumiko Takahashi.

Prologue
"So it's done?" a boy in his late teens quizzed his six year long partner.
"Yep, I was getting tired of that broad anyway." the second replied while reclining his seat and stretching his arms, he lazily placed them behind his naturally ivory strands.
His associate chuckled, stuffing his own carmine locks into a worn out green band, he stuck his key into the ignition of his forest green 2004 Subaru Outback and turned it to start.
"One question." the red-head pried, pulling out of the shadowed parking lot of the city court.
The passenger peeked a mellowed honey orb at the driver while passively grunting, "What is it, runt?"
The boy silently cursed his obtained nickname that had yet to grow on him, though it didn't stop him from continuing.
"Did you really take it?" his voice lowered to a near whisper as if there were more than the two in the vehicle.
The older male quickly sat up and crossed his arms, "Take what?" he exclaimed in an obvious defensive manner.
"You know what, Inuyasha." the driver drawled in a dry tone. "The Shikon no Tama."
Inuyasha growled and reclaimed his former position while staring blankly at the car ceiling.
"Shippou, if I took that damn jewel what makes you think I would still be your partner doing this job?" he spat out with his eyes never leaving the rough carpeted roof.
"I don't know, you can be a greedy bastard at times though. That much I do know." Shippou sighed and stopped at the red light.
"Who else knew about it then, who could have it if you dont?" his eyes were now fixed on Inuyasha's seemingly tense form.
"Feh. Like hell I know. Now stop gawking at me and drive."
Shippou rolled his eyes then returned them to the road to find the light just turning green. He grinned, Inuyasha always had a weird synchronization with every traffic light they encountered whether he looked or not.
From the corner of his celadon hued orbs he spied his reluctant companion twist to his side to face the tinted window as a heavy sigh escaped his lips. Shippou slouched in his seat. It was worse that he thought. This whole ordeal had taken more out of his best friend that he was willing to show.
He doubted he would be up to talk about it but it wouldn't hurt to try... or so he thought. Inuyasha would at times have his violent streaks but the teenager didn't really see one coming anytime soon.
So he took his chance.
"You still love her, don't you?" He asked nonchalantly while merging into the fast lane of the highway.
"You said one question, runt." the other grumbled.
The teen shrugged and decided to keep any other curiousites to himself. Therefore causing a thick silence to drag on during the ride through the interstate, nearly an hour passed before it was broken.
"There's nothing that can compare to the love I have for Kikyou and signing a bunch of fancy papers can't change that fact."
Shippou almost choked and stepped on the break. Not only does his best friend still love Kikyou he also admitted it to him. To his knowledge, Inuyasha wasn't the type of guy to just express his feelings openly without having to work a sweat with prodding. He found the most recent declaration quite disconcerting.
He opened his mouth to make a comment, any comment but was forced to force it back shut when his pale haired comrade continued with spilling locked up raw emotion, that to Shippou, should stay in the dark place it was kept.
"I'll admit that my first intention was to take that damn jewel, hell who wouldn't want a pearl worth enough to make anyone's wish come true? But I didn't go through with it only because Kikyou was MY dream come true. I could want nothing more."
Shippou listened silently, drinking in every word he said never taking one lightly. One thing he knew about Inuyasha, he always meant what he said and had a reason for saying it, even when being an comeplete jerk, which would be often. Though hearing him say these things left him in an awkard spot.
Well why divorce then?" he inquired out of unkepmt curiousity.
"She didn't fuckin' trust me!" Inuyasha spat out, growing red with emotion, yet his face remained hidden from the younger teen.
"What do you expect? Your a friggin' thief Inuyasha! We aren't the most trustworthy people, you know." Shippou snapped back, finding his first excuse on breaking it off with Kikyou bit more favorable.
"When I actually told her of my profession, she understood me. It wasn't until that accountant of her's stepped in where he didn't belong and put those nonesense idea's about me in her head."
"Profession? Inuyasha do you hear yourself? I don't know about you but I plan to live a legit life sometime in the future." his faded beet red hair fell loose from its green bonds and he expertly removed his right hand from the steering wheel to quickly fix the band back in place.
"Keh," was his only reply, more or less signaling the end of that conversation.
Silence once again reigned supreme, only this time it spread throughout the entire ride that lingered into late evening.
At approximately 11:30 p.m., Shippou parked his car in front of the second wealthiest man in Tokyo's three story mansion, Yosuke Kurada.
He turned off his lights and reached into the backseat. Taking a deep breath, Shippou pulled a heavy black duffle bag into his lap. He unzipped it and fished around for needed items. By now Inuyasha already brought his seat up and had quietly tugged his own dark navy duffle bag into his lap.
Shippou extracted a small monitor, keyboard and a tangled cluster of long wires. Reaching towards the navigation system of the car he pressed a red bottun that caused the screen to smoothly flip sides and reveal three distinct sockets.
Swiftly he took the small cables and connected it from the keyboard and monitor to it's designated socket. Inbetween the front seats, he reached into it's compartment and pulled out a headset with a mini microphone attached, he placed it over his head and stuck it's dangling wire into the remaining sockep>
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He looked towards Inuyasha to find him already changed into his black get-up, his long rare white mane controlled under his black upturned ski mask, a similar headset rested on his head. By his feet a small black briefcase sat untouched.
Shippou turned to his monitor and switched it on. The screen flashed white and soon his personal logo, a green leaf and small spinning tops, actively spun around the screen with the word loading scrolling across the bottom. A verification box popped up and quickly he typed his password, from there he began typing feverishly with an obvious goal.
"I can disable the alarm for about an hour, more than enough time I'm sure." Shippou stated in a serious tone, never taking his eyes from the encrpted numbers swimming across the screen. "When your finished jump the backyard gate and meet me on the opposite side of this block. Be careful." he continued, sparing a short concerned gaze to his partner.
"Don't worry squirt," Inuyasha affirmed as he opened the passenger door, "I'm a professional." he gave a cocky grin and pulled the rest of the mask over his head, only small holes revealed his shadowed honey gaze. He gave a thumbs up and stealthily made his way to the darkened mansion with his briefcase in tow.
Shippou gave a oent up sigh and a low chuckle, his choice in a partner certainly was an unusual one. He turned on his headlights back on and pulled off. As he turned the corner a familiar voice whispered in his earphones.
"I'm in."
~*~
"I'm sorry it has to be like this." a young college graduate with waist length raven hair explained to her now ex-suitor.
Her companion held a confused look, still seeming to digest the break up, "W-why?" his voice wobbled with hurt.
The young woman's misty blue eyes saddened, nobody said breaking off an eight year relationship would be easy... especially when the one you're breaking up with is on one knee...proposing.
She tightened the hold on the hand that clasp hers in reassurance and looked into his now worried brown eyes.
"Hojou-kun, I just can't continue on with this relationship...any relationship. Life is just becoming too hectic."
Hojou rose to his feet and took hold of her hands, "But, I love you Kagome." he whimpered.
She wanted to say she didn't love him, but she certainly wasn't made of stone and hurting someone just wasn't in her nature. Though there had to be a way to break it to him gently.
"I know you do," her mind narrowed down any kind of excuse that his simple mind could cope with, a light bulb flashed and she continued, "but what good of a girlfriend or," she gulped, "wife would I be if I were never there to give you the attention, time and...erm love you need because I would be busy with my career?"
Hojou furrowed his eyebrows but gradually his expression eased, and Kagome's eyes lit up in hopes that he actually understood.
"Is that what this is all about? Your worried I might not understand your having to be busy? How silly," he chortled and her head dropped in slight aggrivation. He pulled her into an awkard hug and babbled on, "I would be happy enough just knowing I have you in my life."
Kagome shook her head in disaproval and slinked herself out of his embrace. He left her no other choice but to break it to him roughly.
"No, you don't understand Hojou. You see, if I stay with you... I won't be happy and I'm sorry to say but I haven't been happy for a while. Now, I have a goal and being with you will only get in the way of my goal." Her eye's brimmed with tears from having to see the pain etch his handsome face once again. This mustn't become a hobby.
He seemed to be immobile with shock, grief and confusion. She took this as an opportune moment to make her getaway.
"I'm sorry Hojou-kun." her voice quivered and she placed a hand on his tense cheek only to quickly retract it as if had been scorched by flames, she grabbed her purse and silently left the small coffee shop that had evidently become their audience.
As soon as she pushed passed the door a massive amount of whispers could be heard but they were silenced by the door closing behind her. She looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, soon after it escaped her as a relieved sigh.
An unbelievably heavy weight seemed to be lifted from her heart and her conscious. There was no way she could go on another day without Hojou knowing that all her feelings she had for him died long ago. Even if she didn't use those exact words, it was just gut wrenching to keep him so clueless.
Don't get her wrong, Hojou is a great guy, but he started out as a pity date and from there she became more and more piteous. The guy had a somewhat ditzy way of seeing things...Oh who was she kidding he was a total dimwit and having spent eight years wearing a grinning mask was just too much to for her.
Now was her chance to be her and do what she wanted to do. She would no longer have to please anyone else but herself.
She opened the car door to her run-down imported Ford pick-up truck and heavily plopped into her driver seat, scooted her legs inside and closed the weighted door behind her. Next, she scrummaged through her battered off-white purse for her keys, when found she stuck the car key into the ignition, but left it unturned.
She let her hands fall sloppily into her garnish green cargo pant clad lap. So many things needed to be done, but she wasn't sure what to do first. It's not like she actually planned out the days events, like her mother suggested that she should, hell she didn't even plan on breaking it off with Hojou today until he took that bone-chilling position on one knee.
She shuddered at the mere thought, who knew what would have happened if her charity of pity ensued.
She brought her right hand to the steering wheel and began tapping it as if ticking away the many options of what to do next when truthfully her mind was blank.
The ring tone of a favored song from the famous rock band Ookami Hako sounded from deep within the depths of Kagome's purse and jolted her back into awareness. Quickly she dug into it, tossing around small knick-knacks, pens, rarely used make-up and useless pieces of paper she reached the small gadjet that rang the tune of 'Searchin'. She pressed a small green button and brought the reciever to her ear.
"Hello?" her voice cracked, surprising herself with it's deceptive sound of defeat.
"Kagome, why did you go and do such a thing? You and Hojou made the cutest couple! What went wrong?" the opposing line's voice squeaked, their tone was high-pitched and close to mousy.
Kagome's eye's widened in shock and amazement, she looked down at the silver watch that doned her slender wrista nd her mouth fell open in a widened stupor. It had been less than four minutes since she even stepped out of the cafe, hell she was still parked in front of it.
The female she sat on the phone with, that was as close Kagome could truly get to a best friend, obviously had phychic abilities. There was no logical explanation as to how she had found out about this. She had to ask.
"Yuka, who told you?" her voice was steady and controlled, the last thing she needed was her friend to make an attempt to console what didn't need consoling.
The young woman on the line became quiet in thought, Kagome tilted her head with patience, she had to hear the reasoning behind this.
"No one did." Yuka said simply.
Ha! She does have phychic powers. Why didn't she tell her before? She wouldn't have banished her, in fact she would have happily welcomed it. Especially when looking back, that ability could have easily saved eight years of her life from being wasted.
A light tapping at her window drew Kagome from the musings of her most recent discovery. With the phone still clamped to her ear and the plea of it not being Hojou reciting in her head, she slowly looked up through the window.
A girl in her early twenties, with large chocolate brown eyes, shoulder length curly brunnette hair and a small bright pink cellphone placed to her ear, waved with a sympathetic smile on her face.
Kagome jumped in a starlted motion but quickly recovered by adding to Yuka's list of abnormal abilities; teleportation. She rolled down the window and exclaimed, "Yuka, what the hell are you doing here?"
Yuka grinned, clicked off her phone, stuffed it in her pocket and leaned into the window frame, "Well, I was just stopping in for my evening latte, until I witnessed my best friend being proposed to, only to watch her sqaush the poor guys dreams and walk out before I could berate her for doing such a cruel thing. What about you?"
Kagome gave a disappointed scowl, talk about squashed dreams, Yuka just stepped on the theory of her having special powers, she was looking forward to them too. All that she could settle on now was that the wavy haired female was an exceptional spy. Far from ESP.
"It was all for the best." she stated while putting away her own compact phone.
"Explain." Yuka voiced skeptically, before Kagome could pass up such a brash opportunity to spill her guts, the other girl had already walked aroud the car to the passenger side and let herself in.
Kagome sighed, knowing there would be no getting rid of her now. Though since this was the case the least she could do was let the unexpected visit somwhat bearable.
"Look, I'd much rather not talk about what I just...accomplished." she smiled and started her car, "Why don't you help me find a job that I so desperatley need, I seem to be stretching my last dollar."
Yuka folded her arms and narrowed her eyes,"What makes you think I can be so easily swayed?"
"Drinks on me if the subject of Hojou remains scarce for the night." she spilled out, familiar with the girl's weak spot for free alchohol.
"Deal." she agreed quickly, falling victim to Kagome's negotiation tactics all to many times.
Kagome nodded her head and inwardly did flips of triumph. She got away this time but she doubted she would have enough cash to make similar deals the following day.
Money certainly remained an issue for her, especially since her mother cut her off when she graduated from Tokyo University. Now she was headed for medical school with no one to support her but herself. She should have known in advance that her mom wouldn't be able to afford the tuition for her little brother's college AND the expenses for her finishing school.
Either way she now needed a job and just about any would do.
"Ok Missy, any line of work you looking for in particular?" her best friend, no, only friend asked.
"Nope as long as I get paid, I'm for it." she replied in a bored tone, while pulling out of her spot with no real destination.
"You know that dance club on Sengoku and 8th, The Kazaana, just got some job openings..."
~*~
"But Daddy, it's Saturday." a teen girl with warm cinnamon eyes and short ebony locks in a single section crooked ponytail, pleaded her adoptive father while childishly clamping herself to his left leg, in hopes to weigh him in place.
"Rin, I am aware of the day, and it gives no excuse for me to miss work." The tall figure with stark white strands that dressed his back to nearly drape at his thigh, though it was kept behind with a loose blue band that matched his dark navy work suit, stated impassively. He had mellowed honey eyes that held a stern glare on the petite girl attatched to his dress-pant leg and a small teal crescent moon that was suspended from a thin loop that pierced his right ear.

Rin hmphed and tightened her clasp on his leg, "Aren't I reason enough? You've neglected me for the last two weeks."
He inwardly sighed, keeping his outward expression dull and unphased. She was at it again, trying to manipulate him into taking the a day off. Not that what she said was complete fiction but wasn't exactly fact either. "You are far from neglected," he stated, now trying to free his leg from her grasp due to it's lacking blood flow. She remained unyeilding.
"Daddy," she brooded giving him a mock glare a stuck out lower lip, "leaving me here with that stinky old butler isn't neglect?" her eyebrow arched.
He counldn't stop the smirk that tilted his thin pale lips, she did have a point but she didn't have to make it when the suggested employee stood at the door with his master's jacket in hand.
The undersized butler scowled at the teen and trained his bulbous eyes to the Western Oak Grandfather clock that chimed only moments ago. "Master Sesshoumaru," his croaky voice began, "you'll soon be late."
The named master pointed his own slanted gold orbs to the clock and nodded in aggreement, "Yes Jaken, you seem to be correct."
The butler's facial appearence bightened considerably at the miniscule approval he seemed to earn from his master, his back straightened and he stood as tall as his short stubby legs would let him, which barely even met the height of a ten-year-old child.
Sesshoumaru gave his leg a stiff shake and finally the young girl let up her hold with a distraught sigh.
"Okay, you win ths time," Rin declared woefully while snapping her arms crossed and turning her back to him with her bottom planted on the cool tiled foyer floor.
He ignored her teenage drama and reached for the jacket his loyal retainer boar. Before heading out the now open door he gave another invinsible sigh and swiftly pulled a ring with a single key dangling on it from his dark slacks pocket.
"You have something in the garage," he stated and gave the key-ring a quick toss over her head to fall soundlessly in her lap.
Her expression of discontent became one of perplexity then quickly to displeasure, "You can't just buy me everytime you have to disappear!" she huffed while spinning around, only to see he had truly vanished and Jaken pushing the heavy door closed.
She wanted to cry. Despite the fact she recieved yet another gift from her adopted caregiver, it just couldn'y replace him. She was tired of always being left to be raised by maids, butlers and chefs. It was great he had money and all...alot of money, but it wasn't her dad, he was. Oh well, there's always Jaken.
She giggled though her shoulder's drooped in defeat, might as well see what he got her this time...
Meanwhile...
Sesshoumaru sped down the highway sporting his imported crimson Ford Mustang convertible, that his father inadvertently nicknamed, Tenseiga. Why? He didn't know, the car was far from heavenly, but it became his vehicle of choice when his father passed on. This being the only thing he truly ever inherited from his old man, he cherished it. Even though when first recieved it was a piece of junk, a few tune-ups and paint jobs later it was as good as new, except for a few quirks but he still loved it none-the-less.
He elegantly flicked his left wrist to get a view of his white gold watch, with a disapproving shake to his head he returned it to the wheel and stepped harder on the gas.
He was late, real late. If he wanted a first look at the crime seen he would have to take desperate measures.
So he did.
Reaching a slender right hand under his front seat he pulled out a dome-like red siren, flicked the switch on the bottom for it to begin it's high pitched ring and tacked it to the hood of his car.
Pressing harder on the gas, Detective Sesshoumaru Nishi sped passed stunted traffic to reach his destination, that happened to be the robbed home of Yosuke Kurada, in hopes of finding evidence that his half brother, Inuyasha, was indeed the culprit...
~*~
"That petty fool, to think I actually loved him." a woman on her early twenties spat, her voice dripping with resentment.
A tall male with untamed raven hair, auburn eyes that almost gleamed a bloody crimson when put under the scrutiny of the sun, and pale alabaster skin, accompanied the angered woman in a small tidy den. He took a seat in a soft-white worn armchair, identical to the one his companion was settled in. A thick mahogany tea table rested between the two chairs, cooling green tea remained untouched on it's surface and unnoticed by it's owner's.
"My dear Kikyou, please trouble yourself no longer with... the past." the man's deep smooth voice laced the cool evening air.
A smirk tainted her strained expression, making it almost seem painful to do such a task, "Nicely put, Naraku." previous discontent left her heavy feminine voice only to be replaced by a syrupy sweet tone that seemed to be practied, though not well.
"I try my best." he said in mock miff, finally taking notice of the tea, he took the small cup in his hands but restrained himself from drinking it. He cleared his throat, loud enough to gain Kikyou's attention but low enough to not disturb the tranquility that balanced the atmosphere.
He looked into the tender brown of her eyes and then down at the pale blue teacup that was left on the table, signaling for her to retrieve her own, he raised his cup in midair and nodded his head.
She gave him a thin smile and mimicked his actions.
He tapped his cup to hers and avowed, "To the future..."
"Our future," she corrected.
"Indeed," he commented and brought the well brewed tea to his lightly pinked lips. Taking a sip he watched his companion intently as she did the same.
A woeful expression plagued her pale features and she turned her face away in an attempt to hide her sudden rift in moods. Yet it was too late, the dark haired male had already caught a glimpse of it.
He placed his tea back on its tray and pressed his hand lightly on her shoulder. "What troubles you now, my lovely Kikyou?" he questioned in concern, though his voice was vacant of sincerity.
She failed to notice.
"The jewel, if Inuyasha spoke the truth... where could it be?" she rubbed her cheek against his hand taking in his questionable comfort.
Unbeknownst to her, Naraku tensed at the subject of the jewel. That cursed pearl that he secretly wanted for himself... and had for himself. But that meddling ex-husband of hers had to intervene. Everything had gone according to plan, even to the point where he had it in his very hands. Though something went wrong. What? He wasn't sure but he had a hunch that the one blamed had some hand in it.
Inuyasha was a thief, of course. And what does a thief do? Steal So whose to say that the pale haired young man wasn't the malefactor in this particular scenerio? Surely he didn't mix business with pleasure.
That could have been his fall of course. It certainly is a risky mix. Naraku knew of these things because he himself was a thief, and a bloody good one at that.
His very cause of sitting in Kikyou's home was all for the purpose of the jewel she has in her possession, or more accurately, had in her possession.
When first targeting her, he hadn't the slightest idea her husband was the notorious Inu Bandit, known for always being able to sniff out the most priceless items, hell even Kikyou at the time wasn't aware.
But once he had taken the position as the wan beauty's new accountant, things fell into place for him and out of place for Inuyasha.
He'll admit that it troubled him that the woman didn't turn her husband (at the time) in, when his identity was revealed, but he soon watched in content how their marriage fell apart with an urgency. First him trusting her too much then her not trusting him enough.
Yes it was all very entertaining to watch but the fun ended when the jewel made an unplanned disapearence, just before he had it in his clasp permanently.
Now he was stuck giving false comfort to a victimized woman, who, for once, wasn't from his actions. He had to stay close to her at all costs only to find out where the Shikon no Tama could be.
In time he would get back what was rightfully his.
He was, of course, the famous Onigumo, the skilled spider of the undergound, a thief's whose skill surpassed that of the Inu Bandit, Inuyasha.
"Don't worry, sweet Kikyou, your precious jewel will find its way back to its rightful owner." he comforted, irony plowing every word.
~*~
A tall, 25 year-old man with cool lavender eyes, cropped midnight hair deftly pulled back by a small band coordinating with his eyecolor, solid sapphire beads beads coiling around his right wrist a lone cloth tucked beneath it, tein golden loops in his left earlobe, a single one in his right and casually dressed in a dark shade of grape contrasting well with his features, looked over the highly perched balcony of the club he alone truly owned, the Kazaana.
His violet shaded gaze scalled the lower level, marveling his achievements.
The outlandish aquarium dancefloor that was the core of his establishment began filling up with a variety of people already swaying to the beat of the mix his barely legal DJ sounded.
To the right, in the opposite corner of the disc jockey, a lean brown-eyed woman with a high ponytail and black body suit with magenta teim, began serving drinks at the cobalt lava lamp schemed bar.
The club owner's gaze lingered on her figure as she bent over to retrieve what seemed to be shot glasses. He indulged the ripe curve of her bottom and desperately tried to restrain the urge to jump from his perch and attach his extremity to the swell of her rump.
"Oi! Leech are you ready for business or what?" a brawny man with a lengthy black ponytail, simple brown headband that tamed his unruly bangs, bronze skin, biege khakis and a neat white button up chamise, had close to barked out. His arms were crossed in an intimidating manner, three others stood behind him in a similar stance each holding varying expressions of defiance.
The nightclub overseer let out an exasperated sigh. No respect. What did he do to gain such a degrading name? Sure he peeked into the female stalls now and then but it was only to ensure a lovely redhead's safety. And yeah, he reluctantly passed the chance to unify the restrooms, only because a delicate blonde needed security when in a secluded place. And his hand had a mind of its own at times, it wasn't his fault God blessed so many with such delectable curves... Ok so maybe he had a problem but did it truly need pointing out?
He let go of the polished steel banister and turned to face his guests with a welcoming smile. Despite the distaste he retained for the ill nickname, he had some business to attend to.
"Ah yes, Kouga and the Ookami Hako," he gave a respectable bow, his smile never faltering, "How long has it been... obviously too long."

"Cut to the chase Miroku," Kouga scowled and but soon smirked, he grabbed the polite owners arm and pulled him into a rough embrace, it was short lived but the tension that somewhat laced the air disappatied.
Miroku pat Kouga warmly on the back, it had indeed been too long. Five years to be exact. They were both high school and college buds but they somewhat drifted apart, both success and failure filled the gape, though here they were back at one. Yet someone was missing, this however, slipped passed both person's thought.
Miroku kept his right arm around his reunited comrade. "Come into my office." his voice lost it's stiff politeness and settled into a relaxed tone. He outstretched his free hand to an open door that led to his personal quarters, and began walking in with Kouga in step, his posses close behind.
The club owner took a seat behind his glass top desk in a red chair that that resembled a woman's high heel shoe. The group leader and his band observed the remaining seats, that varied in colors though the style was consistent, then looked at each other in amusement.
Kouga warily settled himself into an enlarged black shoe-seat, that was positioned directly across from it red counterpart. After squirming uncomfortably, he finally stilled with his arms crossed and left eyebrow risen in mock curiousity.
"Dare I ask?" he said, clearly refering to his unique taste in furniture.
Miroku chuckled, "Lovely isn't it?"
His jaw dropped and he mumbled, "You lost me man." he stretched his arms and stuck them behind his head while comfortably leaning back, just being in his old friends presence put him at ease despite his odd ways.
The short haired man leaned forward over his desk as if eager to recieve a treat, "Please introduce me to your company." his eyes left the steel blue orbs orb of Kouga to linger on the only female form with firery red hair in two long ponytails and soft green eyes, a short white skirt, a pliant snowy mink along with gray suede boots, rimmed with fur. Her full feminine curves held his gaze captive and he never even glanced at the other two males that took to each side of the redhead, their arms still crossed, an unnerved look gracing there features.
Kouga smirked and twisted around in his seat to look back at his own group, extending one hand he pointed to the thin yet muscular male with an expertly styled bleached mohawk, dark brown eyes, black cashmere top and thin tan drawstringed slacks.
"Hakkaku," Kouga voiced , the man gave a single nod and bared a tooth that drastically resembled a fang, not that Miroku glanced long enough to observe, he was too interested in the next to be introduced.
Kouga shifted his finger a bare inch, "Ayame," the girl gave a bright smile and a warm wave more towards the one who addressed her than the one who she was being addressed to.
Miroku slightly frowned catching the small miff.
The finger drifted another inch to the second male who was slightly slouching but he quickly straightened when he realized he was the center of attention... well some attention. His hair also consisted of a unique style, underaged gray hair with a thick black streak down the center, wide young looking light brown eyes, his body was slightly more toned than the first and his clothing scheme was similar as well except his cashmere top was light and drawstringed bottoms were dark. The tough expressionon his features looked almost comical on his soft features.
"...and Ginta." The man swayed his hand forward in greeting.
"We are, as you know, the Ookami Hako, the best-selling rock group in Japan." Kouga laughed cockily.
"Oh yea, Ookami Hako meet the Leech, Japan's best womanizer since he was in the sand box." he chuckled louder, this time his group joined.
"Ha ha, very amusing" he drawled dryly, "I'll have you know smoothness takes time and energy, "he leaned back into his seat his expression becoming serious. "Now lets discuss business."
Kouga instantly sat up straight and absently crossed his arms once more.
"You know my request and I'm sure your aware of the benefits of you becoming a regular performer here-"
"You mean your benefits." Kouga cut in, raising an eyebrow he tilted his head knowingly.
"Mr. Ganko, I'll have you know that my club is Tokyo's greatest and famous world-wide for it's miraculous air circulation. I benefit well from that, I'm only looking out for you," Miroku took a deep breath and sighed dramatically. "Your group maybe best-selling now but imagine the possibilities when you join forces with a high-ranking organization such as my own."
The group leader rubber his chin thoughtfully thinking over the proposition set before him. His friend always had a way of making points and here he was not falling short in doing just that.
After a few moments of contemplation he turned his head back to his bandmates and rose his eyebrows evenly in question. They looked at each other and simultaneously nodded. Kouga smirked and looked back to Miroku, he noticed a short stack of papers now sitting on the desk.
"Well?" the owner persisted.
"Where do I sign?" he reached forward to shake his hand but a ballpoint pen was pushed into his extremity.
"Your band and yourself can read through this," he pointed to the packet while standing, "it's our contract, just sign by my name on each page near the X." he grinned.
Kouga shook his head in defeat, "A word of advice," Miroku stared at him waiting," use my last name again and that wandering hand of yours will become useless."
Miroku strolled around the desk and slapped his back warmly, "Welcome aboard pal." he walked to the door, giving one last glance at the redhead he added, "When you're finished come downstairs and...mingle." with that he left.

Soon after...
The seemingly self-absorbed club owner walked with his head high across the dance floor, the dancers recognized him and gave a wide opening for him to pass through.
Ocassionally random woman clung to his side exclaiming offers of wanting to have his children. He would only cooly address them with a charming smile and a whisper of promising to meet them later that night (Of course no meeting truly occured because the females would seem to have reached their alchohol limit when giving the offer).
He reached his destination and sat on the sturdy steel stool at the bar. Spinning around to face the bar he leaned over the counter and knocked three timeson the surface, it seemed to be a well practiced ritual.
The bartender sighed and responded without looking his way, "What you want Ouna-sama?"
"Only for you to bare my children dear Sango." he responded unphased by her neglect to look at him.
She glared at him, "Why not take up one of those offers you get on the scene?"
"Is this jealousy my sweet Sango?"
"Don't kid yourself, Manager." her chocolate brown eyes swirled with promise of doom, he saw and stepped off his taunting. "Well I scored the deal with Ookami Hako."
Her eyes brightened abd she smiled, "This will be great, your good friends with the lead, ne?"
Miroku nooded his head a slick grin on his face. "You can meet them tonight or tomorrow when they play."
Sango frowned, "Ouna-sama, you know I'll be too busy tonight and tomorrow we've got a newbie that I gotta train."
His interest spiked, "Female?"
Her eye twitched and she reached below the counter for her faithful wooden cane, Hiraikoutsu, she didn't have a limp but when dealing with the manager it came in use. Moments later Miroku's head lay on the bar surface, unmoving except for the pulsing lump that was steadily growing.
"Hentai."
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Authours Note: Okay I have had this brewing for months now...Please tell me what you think and what pairings you might like cause that is still very much undecided...I may listen and I maybe very evil. Review!

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