InuYasha, P.I.

Case 2: The Miasma

It seemed that every time Inuyasha Takahashi needed to find his partner, he always ended up with the same result; empty handed. That asshole always seemed to have the excuse of being too busy, what with supposedly always being “on a huge, ground-breaking case,” to swap words with the hanyou. However Inuyasha had a sneaking suspicion that the bastard wolf avoided him on purpose. And if that were the case, the little fucker had better be prepared to have the crap beat out of him because by the time Inuyasha would be through with him, he wouldn’t even have a tail to tuck between his scrawny little legs when scampering off in defeat.

So, how to find his partner when he wouldn’t answer his cell phone, house phone, office phone, emails, or beeper? Simple. Scour his personal office of course!

Inuyasha carefully looked under, over, and side to side throughout Kouga Mikuni’s personal office. When that didn’t yield any results, he began to dig through, throw around, and scatter anything he could get his hands on in search of any evidence that might be an indication of said flea bag's whereabouts.

And then he turned his attention to the “Currently Working On...” board on the back of the wolf’s door.

Ah ha! Found it!

Place: The Miasma

Date: Thursday, 9:30pm

Target: Bankotsu Banryuu

The signature and date on the bottom of the small piece of paper indicated that this was a fresh, authentic case that Inuyasha's uncle had recently given Kouga.

So, the flea bag was cruising a high-class demon club, huh? Well, if that’s where Kouga was, that's where Inuyasha would go. He needed information on some of the main demon circles in the Edopolis area if he were to not only find information on the Shikon no Tama but also obtain any clues as to what his father had done before he was born.

Inuyasha figured he had his work cut out for him. Especially since he was nothing but a “lowly half-breed” going into a “pure-bloods preferred” club (in this case “preferred” meaning they went by the, “if you’re not a pure-blood, be prepared to have the shit beat out of you before we skin you alive, roast your meat, feed it to the rats, and toss your bones at the homes of your loved ones so they can try to piece you back together to give you a proper burial” type of slogan).

So, naturally he adorned himself with handy little accessories. Such as a Magnum .44 and a switch knife.

Yes, tonight would definitely be interesting. And it was only 8:30pm.

- - -

The club, called The Miasma, was near an old docking ground, which meant the air around the vicinity smelt of fish and underpaid, disgruntled employees. The club itself, on the outside, looked like nothing more than a run down, weather-beaten warehouse; the only indication that this was the place Inuyasha was looking for was the purple florescent sign of The Miasma just above the entryway doors.

Somewhat apprehensively, Inuyasha slid off of his red Honda 919 motorbike, and threw the keys into the hands of the valet, who looked more than a little stunned that a hanyou was going to try and enter such an exclusive club. Raising an eyebrow at the stunned demon holding his keys, the hanyou began to over-confidently stride toward the main doors, down the dark blue carpet, between the parallel blood-colored ropes, and past the stunned and/or disgusted faces of the anxious patrons that waited at the sidelines.

The valet looked toward the doors in the direction of the ever watchful bouncers, as if for clarification as to what his next actions should be. Nodding their heads toward the car-parking demon, the bouncers’ expressions implied that he should continue with his duties.

The only reason the guards of the main door would allow the half-demon in was due to the fact that if the Big Guy spotted him he’d be out of the club before he could blink anyway; which would be less of a struggle for them now and more entertainment for everyone later.

As Inuyasha walked toward the overly muscled warehouse bodyguards, he wondered exactly what they would do. He realized their gazes had been fixed on him since he arrived and he was quite suspicious of all the unwanted attention. If they wanted to bully him about his bloodline then so be it! He was more than ready for a good fight!

Stepping up in front of the bouncers, who looked down at the scrawny little half-dog before them, Inuyasha gave a toothy grin.

"Hello boys, having a good time, I see. Looking good there, Pee-Wee," the hanyou joked.

"Hey! I thought I smelled something foul! Looks like something forgot where it belongs and came crawling up out of the sewage drains!!" came a voice from the crowd.

Inuyasha’s ears flattened against his head as he growled lowly, ready for any more smart-ass comments that might be sent his way. "Keh, everyone's a critic."

“You’re in,” one of the guards said suddenly, moving to the side and allowing Inuyasha access to the club.

Inuyasha stared momentarily, somewhat aghast, before he came to his senses, moving forward and into the seemingly endless depths of the night club.

- - -

Walking into the club was like stepping into a completely different world, considering the “welcoming committee” at the entrance. Whereas the outside was dull and cold, the atmosphere inside was sensual and full of several different types of heat. The beat of the music thrummed throughout Inuyasha’s being, causing his lungs and internal organs to vibrate in retaliation.

Many of the people inside were either dancing about the marble floor, drinking at the bar, or casually conversing upstairs on the over-look balcony. Inuyasha had a feeling that only the “important” people were permitted up there, due to the three or four guards at the top and bottom of the winding staircase. VIP only, you know, Inuyasha snorted to himself, rolling his eyes. Stuck up assholes, every last one of them.

Speaking of assholes... Where would that damn Kouga be? Inuyasha’s head turned from side to side, trying to pinpoint his partner’s particular scent from all the others in the room but to no avail. It was impossible! There were too many sweaty, unsatisfied and demanding bodies grinding against each other to discern the wolf’s scent from everyone elses. And too many people with dark hair to pinpoint the stupid canine’s big fat, stupid head!

Figuring that Kouga would find him faster than he would find the aforementioned, he gave up and headed toward the bar, ordering a simple shot of vodka.

The bartender scowled as he realized who was asking for the hard alcohol, and slammed the Russian drink down on the counter before the filthy half-demon.

“Hey!” Inuyasha exclaimed as half the liquid splashed out of the small shot glass. But the bartender was no longer listening, his back already turned in favor of facing a couple of purebloods who obviously found the exchange highly amusing.

“I’m not paying for the shit you spilled,” Inuyasha grumbled quietly, licking the sides of the glass in order to salvage what he could without looking like an idiot before tossing his head back to drink what little was left inside.

As he downed the drink that pulsed and burned down his throat, he felt a strong arm wrap around his stomach from behind, as a rough hand grabbed what it could of his bottom, causing the hanyou to choke and sputter on the fiery liquid he was halfway through swallowing, Inuyasha nearly leaping out of his skin at the audacity of those hands. Only when the being from behind spoke did he realize who it was exactly that was fucking around with him.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” asked a familiar, albeit husky, voice.

A growl rumbled within the half-demon's chest. "Kouga, you fucking asshole!” Inuyasha snarled over the noise. He batted the arm off of him and turned around to face the wolf. “That was really fucking lame. How many times have you been bitch slapped for doing that? You don’t pick up chicks with lines like that do you?”

“Oh come on, dog breath, I was only messing with you. Besides, what the hell are you doing in a place like this? What? Are you lost?" Kouga voiced teasingly. " Paradise is a long way from here."

“I need to talk to you,” Inuyasha growled low in his throat, effectively voicing his response, continuing to ignore Kouga's creepy pickup lines.

"Uh huh, and how the hell did you get past the bouncers?” the wolf asked, bypassing the dog’s reasons in favor of more interesting gossip, arching an eyebrow in his comrade’s direction suspiciously.

“Knocked ‘em out and threw ‘em in a dumpster in the back of the alley,” Inuyasha said, choosing only to acknowledge the last part of the statement with words.

“Sure, mutt, sure. They probably let you in only to see your ass get thrown outta here when the Big Guy gets a whiff of your disgusting stench,” Kouga countered. “Although, there are ways to mask such an unappealing scent…”

Inuyasha scowled. “I don’t stink! And what do you mean you can mask my scent? You can’t mask someone’s scent! The most you can do is rub yourself all over me and…Oh.” A bright blush settled on the half breed’s cheeks.

“A little slow there, aren’t you, mutt?”

“What!” Inuyasha asked, scandelized. Kouga walked three steps forward, effectively pinning Inuyasha against the bar, hands on either side of the hanyou to make sure he didn’t escape. “What are you-?!”

Kouga’s mouth neared Inuyasha’s ear.

“Listen, mutt face. I’m on an important mission at the moment. I need you to help me out a bit. That’s what partners do, right? So do me this favor and I’ll consider favoring you a little later, yeah?” came a heated promise, emphasized with a slight roll of hips.

“I- Who are- But I don’t-!!” were the only coherent words Inuyasha was able to sputter out.

“Come on, all you’ve gotta do is dance with me for a bit until I get a certain someone’s attention. He’s looked over my way a couple of times but has yet to make a move. I suspect it’s because I’ve only danced with women here, so he’s apprehensive as to approach me. Now if he sees me with you...a guy...” Kouga said, trailing off to let his devious plan sink into the thick-headed hanyou’s shocked little brain.

“Fine. But no funny business, got that!” Inuyasha stated firmly, allowing himself to be led out onto the floor of grinding bodies and continuously gyrating hips.

Already Inuyasha was overwhelmed by the potent smell of arousal that almost every single demon in the building was giving off, and it was starting to affect his performance; he felt droopy and lazy as if he were in a dream, yet a thrill of excitement was throbbing through his being. He found himself having no qualms about letting himself be sucked up into the erotic world of the underground demon club, let alone Kouga’s wandering hands and languid moving body.

Wait…Kouga’s wandering hands…?

“Hey! Watch your hands, you jerk! I told you not to try anything!” Inuyasha snapped.

“I’m not trying anything, I always put my hands there.” Kouga smirked, nibbling lightly on the shell of the half-breed’s ear, effectively shutting the hanyou up.

The music was thick with vibration and thrumming with unsatisfied hunger for the bodies to move against each other until they either reached that pinnacle of pleasure their very nerve endings screamed out for, or died from the exhaustion of trying.

Kouga moved around in order to have Inuyasha’s back against his chest. He sealed himself there, holding tightly to the body of the half-demon in front of him, his hands slowly moving around in their newly launched exploration of the taut muscles that were currently flexing back and forth with the music from underneath Inuyasha’s red, sleeveless shirt.

The wolf’s hips swiveled and bucked up against the hanyou’s behind, effectively causing an unwanted reaction on Inuyasha’s behalf. The half-demon stiffened and cursed his partner for being so raunchy.

“Just relax... Keep your mind focused on the music’s beat and the rhythm of my body against yours,” Kouga murmured as he let his arm slip across the front of Inuyasha’s hips, the other cupping his jaw so he could have better access to the white-haired inu’s neck and shoulder.

“Uhh-mm,” Inuyasha mumbled, closing his eyes as he did as was instructed. After all, the hanyou was helping his partner out on an important, top secret mission...

“That’s right,” Kouga breathed; lips and teeth gliding across exposed flesh. He licked at the perspiration that was now starting to adorn his partner’s body, worshiping the lightly tanned skin that tasted of nothing but Inuyasha.

Hips then began to roll back and forth, answering the thrusting call that was coming from behind as Inuyasha allowed himself to drown a the sea of lust and passion.

- - -

As all the bodies on the dance floor melted against each other, sharp golden eyes roamed across the room in an almost bored manner from the over-look balcony above. It wasn’t until he saw a flash of white swirling around in the front of the room near the DJ stand was his most sought-after attention seized.

“Jaken,” came his straight-to-the-point voice, eyes still locked on the white-haired demon on the dance floor.

“Y-yes, sir?” came a small green toad-like demon’s reply.

“Who is that, dancing with the wolf youkai in the front?”

“Who- Oh, you mean the one dancing with Kouga Mikuni? That damn wolf’s been trying to get your attention for the last month that he’s come here.” Jaken began to rant. “Why on earth-"

“Who is dancing with him, Jaken; that is what I wish to know.”

“Oh! Well, I - I don’t know, sir!” the toad-like demon replied hastily, bowing his head for he had already assured himself of a beating for not knowing the answer to the question that his boss had asked.

“Find out,” was the only harsh thing that came.

“Yes, sir!” And with that the imp went downstairs, weaving in and out of couples that seemed to be glued together by their sweat... and if that wasn’t sweat that was currently between the bodies then...

- - -

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little less crowded and a little more comfortable to... talk?” Kouga suggested sexily into the ears of a practically submissive hanyou. Fuck his mission! He had the next best thing!

Inuyasha frowned as the words slowly registered their way through the fog that seemed to cloud his mind before growling out in irritation. “If we’re going anywhere to talk, I’ll be the one doing the talking!”

“Heh, I’m up for trying anything once. Besides, you can talk and I can do other... stuff,” Kouga grinned as his hands once again seized the hanyou, all thoughts of sexually malicious intent.

“Actually, he’s wanted elsewhere,” came a squeaky voice from below. Unfortunately the two in question didn't hear it. “Hey!”

At first neither demon responded; Kouga was too busy laboring his ministrations onto Inuyasha’s neck and grinding his palm over the rapidly forming erection beneath the hanyou's tight jeans, while Inuyasha was simply too busy enjoying it.

“I say! YOU THERE!” came an even louder demand to be noticed. Kouga paused, but only glanced over to the side. Seeing no one looking his way, he was about to continue his duty to his country when something hit him in the shin. Hard.

“Ow! What the fuck-! Who the hell are you!” Kouga snapped, glaring down at the little frog, or whatever the hell it was.

“I am Jaken. Tell me who you’re white-haired companion is!” Jaken demanded.

Inuyasha’s head snapped down to the vertically challenged demon, a growl forming in his throat. However, a well placed squeeze from Kouga’s hand turned that growl into little more than a whimper.

“Let me handle this,” Kouga muttered before moving to stand in front of Inuyasha, hand still kneading at the hanyou’s groin so as to keep his mind elsewhere. It wouldn’t do to have the mutt’s train of thought focused on the conversation at hand. “He’s mine. Who the hell wants to know?”

Jaken glared at the possessive wolf demon for a moment. “Fine! You are both to come with me then!” And with that, Jaken turned around and headed back up the balcony, mentioning to the guards that the couple he indicated was allowed upstairs.

Kouga scowled. “You‘d better get out of here,” he ordered, moving to follow the little imp.

“What?! He said the both of us!” Inuyasha said angrily.

Damn it, so the mutt had been paying attention after all! God only knows what would happen to his half-breed partner if he were allowed to tag along with him for the rest of the night in such a place.

“Inuyasha! Think about where you are!” Kouga demanded as he waved an arm around at the demons who were now staring at the couple Jaken had deemed worthy enough of going Upstairs. “Get the fuck out of here before things get out of hand.”

Inuyasha paused, his face expressing his shock. Kouga only ever used his real name when he was up to something concerning a case (or when he was concerned about the hanyou's welfare. Though far be it from the ookami to admit such a thing).

“Keh, I can more than handle any of these wimps,” he growled, ignorant of the responding threatening growls around him.

Kouga stepped forward until he and Inuyasha were standing chest-to-chest. “Listen, half-breed, I’m here on a case. You agreed to help catch someone’s eye, and now I’ve obviously caught it. Now leave.” Kouga pushed the hanyou back with a clawed hand.

Inuyasha quickly recovered, claws lengthening when a heavy hand landed on Kouga’s shoulder. The wolf demon turned to see one of the large balcony guards standing behind him.

“Are you coming or what?” the guard asked deeply.

“Heh, guess I really did get the Big Guy’s attention,” Kouga smirked.

“Huh? Wait, you can’t go! Come on, you asshole, I really needed to talk to you about…something!” Inuyasha all but yelled, suddenly remembering the case he was supposed to be working on as Kouga started walking. “That’s the whole reason I showed up in the first place!”

The hanyou wasn't sure as to why he was calling out to the irritant. Maybe it was because he was horny and wanted desperately to get off or maybe it was because he really did want to talk about “stuff” with Kouga, or maybe he really still wanted to punch the bastard’s face in. Thankfully, though, the wolf had enough courtesy to stop and hear the half-breed out.

“Well, get to it then, you’ve got less than a minute,” the wolf demon said, looking at his watch to time it.

“What!” Inuyasha sputtered, though he’d take what he could get at the moment. “I’m looking for something that’s really rare, and that demons would do anything to get a hold of, do you know of anything like that? Or what about-!” But before Inuyasha could ask about what his father had once done, Kouga spoke.

“Okay, time’s up, dog crap. I don’t know of anything like that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a hot date with Mister Big.” And with that Kouga turned.

“Hot date? You mean with that Bankotsu Banryuu guy?” Inuyasha called out, forgetting the importance of secrecy during a case. Kouga stopped dead in his tracks, turning around slowly.

“You went through my office again, didn’t you, you little shit! You’d better not have messed anything up or else I’ll rip your stinkin’ head off and feed your brains to your old man!” Kouga spat.

“Promises, promises, flea bag,” Inuyasha smiled flirtatiously, waving his hand dismissively in the air while walking back over to the bar. Damn it, he’d have to talk to the office’s cleaning lady about fixing up the wreck that was once Kouga’s office before his partner had a chance to get there himself and see the damages, not to mention innocent bystanders that were his torn up furniture.

“And just for your information, the perp never showed. I’m out on my own quest now!” Kouga added deviously.

Inuyasha turned around, completely scandalized. “You’re looking to get laid aren’t you, you dirty-!!”

“Nyahahaha!” was all that came from the allusive wolf demon. And with that, Kouga made his way up to the balcony as Inuyasha went to introduce his belly to another shot of vodka.

- - -

“So you don’t know who he is?” Jaken asked suspiciously of the wolf demon.

“Not a clue,” came Kouga’s bored and slightly irritated voice.

“But you said he was yours!” Jaken shouted, pointing an accusing finger.

Kouga shrugged. “He was going to be my anonymous conquest for the night, so what?”

“You spoke with him as if you were comrades,” came the voice of the man Kouga was desperately trying to get attention from earlier. Something about the way the demon said the word “spoke” indicated that he didn’t exactly mean light conversation over tea and cake.

“Actually we’ve got this slightly morbid relationship thing going-” the wolf began.

“Yet your actions seem to speak volumes of your lust,” came that voice again, however this time his tone was bit more accusatory. And a little angry sounding.

“Like I said, a morbid relationship. We were aiming for some hate sex, if you must know.” It seemed as if Kouga was already rejected before he even came up the stairs and that the wolf demon’s plans on finding a way into the sex slave ring were destroyed by his half-breed partner.

Damn it, dog crap, you will pay, you little bastard he growled to himself.

“So, you are of no use to me then. Jaken, escort him off of the balcony,” the voice ordered dully.

“Wait! He said he was looking for something. That’s why he came here, he sought me out, because I’m in some of the main underground circles,” Kouga spoke suddenly, desperate for something he wasn’t quite sure of yet.

“And that would be?”

“…”

“You’re testing what little patience I have left, wolf,” came the smooth yet intimidating voice from the seated demon.

“He’s looking for something that’s highly rare, coveted by demons… but he didn’t say what it was exactly. That’s all I know,” Kouga answered, knowing that blurting something out like this was dangerous.

The demon stared, seeming to consider the answer. “Very well. I believe, Jaken, that Mr. Mikuni came here for one reason only, am I correct?”

Kouga glared at the demon who was seated on a lounge couch with narrowed, suspicious eyes. The being wore tight black leather pants and a silky white dress shirt, the buttons of his top left halfway open, a toned chest peeking out from behind, inviting all to look and lust but never touch. All this and a glass of red wine in one hand gave him an aura that exuded of nothing but power, money and lots and lots of very good sex. At least for whoever was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of a more than likely rare coupling. What one wouldn't give to either be in his pants or have him in theirs.

“I don’t-”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You came here in search of Bankotsu Banryuu, who was going to divulge the secrets of a sex slave trade ring and help you get in so that you could blow the operation’s cover, am I correct?”

Kouga’s jaw clenched a moment before answering. “Like I said. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to get laid, and seeing as how I’ve been distracted from a potentially good fuck…”

The demon in front of Kouga narrowed his eyes at the audacity the wolf had, before responding. “I believe you’ve had numerous encounters with... an acquaintance of mine.” A pause. “Jakotsu!” the demon beckoned.

The wolf demon frowned. Jakotsu? Now why did that name sound so familiar…?

“Yes, sir?” the human servant asked softly, coming to stand at the demon’s side and bowing his head in respect.

Kouga’s eyes widened as he saw the human before him, instantly recognizing him. Jakotsu?! He was-?! This couldn’t-?! It was a human slave trading ring?!

“I think it best that you and Mr. Mikuni here become… reacquainted with one another. Now that you realize that you were in all along, what are you going to do about it?” the demon asked, his attention back on the ookami.

Smirking as he appraised the man brought before him, his lust made obvious by the lecherous licking of his lips, Kouga answered, “Get laid, what else?”

Jakotsu had the decency to blush as he nodded and led a surprised but soon-to-be-satisfied Kouga down the stairs and over to a door that led to the connected building, which, conveniently, happened to be a bedding lounge.

The demon in charge spoke again from his position on the dark blue velvet couch.

“Jaken. See to it that the hanyou is escorted out of the building with these instructions,” the male demon said, handing the imp a piece of folded paper. “Oh, and Jaken?”

“Y-yes, sir?” the imp trembled.

“Have him taken out discreetly. The patrons here are already in a crazed enough mind-set as it is and I do not want to cause a riot in my club, let alone the blood of a half-demon spilt on my floors.”

With that the small toad was dismissed.

- - -

Inuyasha scowled at the empty shot glass as he waited for a refill, fighting the urge to grind his hips into the counter to relieve some of the stagnant pressure that was currently throbbing between his legs. God, he needed to hump something hard and raw. If he got blue balls later on, he was going to hunt that bastard down, and tear him a new one!

“Half-breed,” came a sultry accent from behind Inuyasha’s slouched-over-the-bar form.

He grunted, not even bothering to turn around.

“I know you can hear me, you mongrel,” said a low, seductive voice. And suddenly a warm hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning him around to face-

-a dark haired, red eyed beauty.

“Yo.”

“Whadda ya want, wench? You wanna be my bitch for the night or somethin’?” Inuyasha slurred out after eyeing the woman for a moment, leaning against the bar and taking a shot of his refilled vodka. She wasn’t all that bad. Glass figure, sizeable tits... yeah, it looked like a good place to call home for the night, and his cock jumped in agreement.

“Watch your tongue, you wretch,” the woman hissed, a fierce light glowing in her eyes. She tapped a closed fan against her lips impatiently, wondering fleetingly why her boss was having her do his dirty work. “I have business with you, so keep your mouth shut.”

“Keh... Then say what you gotta say already!”

“I am Kagura, and you, half-breed, are looking for something, are you not? That’s why you came here, wasn’t it? To find answers to the questions you seek.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Inuyasha huffed.

Kagura smirked. “Just because I don’t know what it is you search for, doesn’t mean that I cannot give you a path to follow.”

Inuyasha scowled, snorting at the woman’s audacity. “I’m searching for a way to relieve the tension in my pants. And right now, your annoying mouth is looking like a good path to me.”

“You reek of impure blood, half-demon.” Kagura snarled, wanting to get her job over and done with as quickly as possible. What her superior saw in such a vulgar being was completely beyond her. “Yet, I wonder, has it not even crossed your tiny and insignificant mind as to why you’re still sitting in this very spot, unbothered by the club’s pureblooded consumers?”

“Feh, how the hell should I know?! Could be they all know not to mess with me, considering-”

“Oh, spare me. The reason you were even allowed in this place to begin with is because the owner consented to your entering. Makes for some good entertainment, ne?” Kagura cackled at Inuyasha’s frown. “In any case, if your quest is so important that you’d risk your neck in such a high-class place then you’ll risk more than just that and be at The Bone Eaters Well next Tuesday at 8pm sharp. That is, if you really want the answers to your questions.”

Inuyasha grunted a noncommittal response, finding himself suddenly seized by either of his arms by two big, ugly bouncers.

“See you around, half-breed,” Kagura waved, turning around and walking back up to the balcony.

And with that Inuyasha was escorted out of The Miasma.

- - -

A week passed as Inuyasha Takahashi contemplated whether or not he should meet with this mystery person at the Well of Eating Boners, or whatever the hell it was called.

It wasn’t until the day of the scheduled meeting that Inuyasha finally cracked, telling himself that he might as well see what the whole arrangement was about.

“Hey, dad?” Inuyasha said, as he walked into his father’s office with the pile of paper work that was for his made-up case.

“Yes, Inuyasha?” InuTaishou responded, his brow furrowing at the numerous folders Inuyasha slammed down on the desk before him.

“Do you know of any fancy shmancy place called The Eating Bones Well?” the hanyou asked, slumping down into one of the chairs in front of his father’s desk, but not before grabbing a soda from his father’s mini fridge.

InuTaishou finally looked up from the paper work. “You mean, The Bone Eaters Well, I presume.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. What kinda place is it?”

“The Bone Eaters Well is an extremely exclusive restaurant that only high-class demons and immensely rich ningens are allowed in to. Unless of course, someone that’s in neither of those two categories has some kind of arrangement with one or the other. Reservations and fancy dress required. Why do you ask?”

“Oh. Do you really gotta dress all nice and stuff?” Inuyasha asked, determined not to answer InuTaishou’s questions.

“Like I said, exclusive. This isn’t just a dinner jacket and new socks type of place, Inuyasha. Think Armani and Versace.”

“That nice, huh? Damn...” Inuyasha cursed. There was no way he was about to deplete his New Bike fund over a shirt and a new suit. Looks like he’d have to make a quick stop at Kouga’s place and raid his closet without giving away all the sordid details.

“Got a hot date or something tonight?” InuTaishou asked.

“Yeah, something like that. I gotta go and find that flea bag, seeing as how he’s probably the only other one that’s about my size with clothes that expensive,” Inuyasha said, waving a goodbye to his father and heading out the door.

So, an exclusive restaurant, huh? Wonder who this mystery person is... I hope she’s good looking, Inuyasha thought as he straddled his bike and zoomed off into the direction of Kouga’s flat.

- - -

As his son left the office, InuTaishou sat back, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face.

It was odd, all this paperwork for such a simple case of robbery. The old demon snorted his suspicions away, mumbling, "Keh, all these long hours are finally catching up to me."

He sat up right again, going through the paperwork once more, confusion staining his fine features all over again as to why there was so much to begin with.

"Inuyasha... What exactly are you doing behind my back now?"


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Next time on INUYASHA P.I. Case 3: The Bone Eater's Well:


That damn wolf goes sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong and effectively ruins my ENTIRE dinner with my mystery date – which is no longer a mystery, by the way. Well, my date’s still a mystery, but at least I know their name now, right? And what the hell! Why does this whole set up feel like one of those retarded dating services! And what’s with this burning in my lower stomach every time I look into my date’s eyes?