InuYasha, P.I.

Case 3: The Bone Eater’s Well

Inuyasha Takahashi was rampaging through Kouga Mikuni’s closet before the wolf even realized he was within five feet of the apartment. Piles upon piles of clothes were accumulated on his king sized bed by the time his brain registered the, “Hey Kouga, I’m raiding your closet.” And when he finally reached his bedroom, the previously wooden floor was carpeted in a new, chic style known as Hugo Boss and Armani.

“What the HELL are you doing in my flat, mutt face?!” Kouga roared, wide-eyed, as he watched some of his best jackets fly through the air, narrowly missing his head. “And... how the hell did you pick all four locks without triggering the damn alarm system!?”

“I need something to wear tonight,” Inuyasha mumbled, ignoring the last question as he ripped off his own shirt and threw it over his shoulder before continuing to rummage about madly. He needed something classy and dashing... something similar to what he had seen his partner wear to fancy establishments from time to time while on a case. He'd look conservative and... admittedly handsome for an ugly ass wolf...

So why – when on the hanger – did all of these outfits scream gay! Gay! GAY!??

Of course, being the kind of person that he was in the fashion department (arrogant, slow and slightly stupid), Inuyasha had no idea that those who weren’t fashionably challenged were able to choose a shirt from one side of their closet to go with a pair of pants they had folded neatly in their dresser drawer (that was on the other side of the room, too!). Add that to a nice blazer and presto! You'd have yourself a nice ensemble.

Suddenly, the hanyou's attention was piqued by something black and shiny.

Oh! This looks almost promising!

“Wear your own goddamn clothes, you poor excuse for a half dog!”

“I can’t. I don’t have fancy shit like you,” Inuyasha said as he pulled what seemed to be a nice shirt down over his head. “And I have to dress up if I wanna be allowed in the Boner’s Well.”

Kouga’s brows shot up past his forehead as he nearly choked in surprise. “Th- The Boner’s Well? Isn’t that a little... beyond your comfort zone?”

The ookami demon couldn’t quite see his partner spending one iota of his time at such a raunchy place. The Boner’s Well was a notoriously gay S&M Club run by the sleaziest, most vile demons out there; snake youkai and the like.

Of course, Inuyasha was completely oblivious to the words he was spewing out. The Boner’s Well vs. The Bone Eaters Well. Two very similar names with two very different purposes; while one was to wine and dine the other was to - well, you can only imagine.

“Yeah.” Inuyasha tossed another nice jacket onto the floor.

“Damn it, dog crap! Move!” Kouga pushed Inuyasha to the side and did a bit of rummaging of his own. “Ah ha! Here it is!” he yelled victoriously after a moment. “Here, wear this.”

“Wha-what the hell is it?” Inuyasha asked, making no move to take the material. From the way it was laying in the wolf demon’s hands, it truly looked diseased.

With an impatient huff, Kouga shoved the fabric into the hanyou’s chest and then stood back with crossed arms to await Inuyasha’s reaction.

Cautiously taking the material, Inuyasha spread it open to reveal what had to be a bondage nightmare come true. It was a series of leather straps, artistically looped and crisscrossed in such a tangle that the half-breed still wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

“I ask again, what the hell is this?”

“It goes with the shirt,” was Kouga’s reply.

Inuyasha looked down and yipped in shock. What he had thought to be a nice, simple black shirt, turned out to be something that looked as if it came out of a graveyard – or one hell of a rave. Buckles adorned the sleeves and several carefully placed tears were backed with mesh material. What scared him the most was the fact that he could spot the snaps and loops where the leather straps were meant to go.

“What the FUCK?! Why the hell am I wearing this!? This entire outfit screams bottom!!” A pause. “I didn’t know you were a bottom, shit-for-brains.”

Kouga scowled. “I never said I used it to pick up guys, dumb ass. Besides, I’m top all the way through. It comes with being an alpha male.”

“Keh, whatever. Why the hell are you giving me this? I ain’t going to some concert. The Boner’s Well is a fancy place for rich snobs. I need to look rich.”

“Oh, so you meant The Bone Eaters Well.”

Inuyasha blinked. “That’s what I said.”

Kouga rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. The only way you can get into that place is either with a rich pure-blood or a powerful human and no matter which one your escort is, I’m sure both would be able to appreciate just how rich and edible you look right now, almost as much as I do,” Kouga said as his eyes hungrily took in the lustful view.

Frowning, Inuyasha shoved the leather straps back into Kouga’s arms. “Try to ‘appreciate’ anymore and you’re gonna get your face kicked in!”

“If you say so, mutt,” Kouga said, making no signs of going to retrieve a different outfit. “Well, are you going to give me my shirt back or would you really rather wear it to such a fancy establishment?” he asked after a moment, a hidden agenda behind his eyes.

Scowling, Inuyasha went to take the shirt off, and after having failed several times he finally realized that he couldn’t. The poorly made fishing net that Kouga called a shirt was tight in all the right places and it quickly dawned on the hanyou that the reason for it being such a snug fit was the lack of the usual stretch material that one would normally find sewn in with clothes. After struggling with it a bit more, Inuyasha gave up as Kouga’s laughter rang throughout the apartment.

“You bastard, you knew this would happen!” Inuyasha shouted angrily. “Help me outta this thing before I rip your stinkin' throat out!”

“Alright, alright, hang on,” Kouga chuckled as he moved to stand behind the dog demon.

Standing closer then what the hanyou deemed necessary, all the humor in the situation suddenly vanished as the wolf slid the tips of his fingers underneath the shirt, keeping them flush against the skin at Inuyasha’s sides.

“Lift up your arms,” Kouga quietly ordered; Inuyasha’s ear involuntarily twitching as his breath caressed the downy fur on its outer shell.

Suddenly feeling very warm, Inuyasha obeyed the command without question, raising his arms slightly above his head, suppressing a shiver as the touch grew from mere fingertips to whole hands, purposely caressing every possible contour as they slowly traveled up towards his chest, taking the shirt’s material with them.

Inuyasha instantly sounded a warning growl as those hands began to wander towards his nipples, and was responded with a low laugh.

“Relax, mutt face. If I move too fast it will only make things more difficult.”

“And if you move any slower, I’m gonna tear this thing apart!”

“Mmm. So you prefer it rough then?” Kouga asked sensually, causing Inuyasha to scowl as he realized what this conversation was really about.

“Grr! Let go! I’d rather do it alone!” he snapped irritably, pulling away once the fabric reached his underarms.

“Yes, I’m sure you would,” Kouga said as he stepped back, giving the mutt some room.

After a minor amount of struggling, the young detective was finally able to free himself from the newly dubbed Shirt from Hell.

“Why do you even have a shirt like this anyway?” Inuyasha asked as he threw the shirt at Kouga’s face.

“Because then I know that at the end of the night, some foxy lady will be removing it for me.”

“Find me a real suit, you asshole.”

Scowling at Inuyasha’s insolence (and the fact that the shirt had been chucked at his head) Kouga eyed his once clean bedroom. “If you had been more patient and asked me before raiding my closet, I could have easily found you ten.”

“I don’t have time for ten, I just need one,” Inuyasha said as he checked his watch. “How about I borrow your shower while you find the perfect, socially-acceptable outfit for me?”

“I already have,” Kouga replied as Inuyasha headed to the bathroom. “It’s called a muzzle."

- - -

Twenty minutes (and a once again clean room) later, Kouga emerged from his walk-in closet to greet a pacing Inuyasha.

“Stop pacing, you’ll wear a path into…my…floors,” Kouga trailed off as he looked up from the suit in his hands to behold the lovely vision of a still-damp Inuyasha, clad in nothing but a towel.

“It’s about damn time! I’ve been out here for the past ten minutes! Now what've ya got for me?”

Kouga looked down at the suit in his hands and looked back up at the almost-naked, still wet Inuyasha. Coming to a decision of epic proportions, the wolf hid the outfit behind his back none too discreetly.

“Nothing. I couldn’t find a thing.”

Inuyasha was not amused, and Kouga had no choice but to reluctantly hand the suit over.

Examining the outfit in his hands, Inuyasha wrinkled his nose at the black pair of slacks and the matching blazer. The only color in the whole outfit was the red silk shirt that accompanied it.

“Are you out of your mind? Red silk? This is the gayest thing yet!” Inuyasha cried while waving the shirt around.

“Yes, because Armani markets strictly to homosexuals,” Kouga replied sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Inuyasha snorted. “Don’t you have anything else?”

“It’s either this, the bondage shirt, or the towel. But if you’re looking for my personal opinion…” a lecherous smile appeared on the wolf’s face.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Inuyasha said, causing Kouga to pout.

“Aw, com’on! Ya know, you weren’t nearly this frigid last week at the-”

“Don’t you dare continue that train of thought,” Inuyasha warned as he headed back to the bathroom.

“Hey, you were the one moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut the hell up?!”

Kouga laughed as he caught a glimpse of the mutt’s blushing face before the door slammed shut.

Leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, Kouga decided to spare his partner from further embarrassment and changed the subject.

“So what’s all this for? You doing casework or something?”

“I’m not at liberty to tell you,” was the curt reply from the bathroom, accompanied by a soft grunt.

“Oh, that’s rich.”

After a moment’s silence, Inuyasha spoke. “So, how'd that private case go that you had last month? The one with the demon who was suspicious of his wife’s activities?”

“I’m not at liberty to tell you,” Kouga mocked, waiting for the outburst.

“You bastard! I was working with you on that case in the beginning!”

“Yep, but then it got a bit too risky and daddy dearest pulled you off and made you chase a petty burglar and rapist instead. It’s not my fault the information became too sensitive for your innocent, naïve, little puppy-dog ears,” Kouga said, ignoring the low growl.

“Just tell me what happened, you ass fucker. All I know was that we were sent in to investigate a potential affair only to come up with a hired hit man out to kill off the father and son.”

“Well, the husband was right about the affair. It turned out his half-breed wife was sleeping with her pure-blooded brother in an attempt to create a stronger heir,” Kouga began.

“WHAT?!”

“Yep, and that’s not all. Her son caught them going at it one day, and to keep his silence he was invited to a nice little threesome which he wholly agreed to since he had a dirty little crush on his uncle. Of course, at this point things began to turn sour because apparently the uncle had a thing for his nephew and pretty soon the female found herself left out of many of their escapades.”

“So where does the hit man come in?” Inuyasha asked.

“I’m getting to that, mutt. Don’t interrupt.” Kouga scolded. “So now the wife is jealous and angry and decides to take her son out of the picture for good and hires an assassin. We found out about him and I reported it to the husband considering he was our client to begin with. He did a little investigating of his own and discovered the little torrid soap opera going on and ended up killing his wife.”

“Why?”

“Well, because she not only cheated on him, a pure-blooded demon, but she cheated on him with her own brother, and tried to kill off his heir.”

“So... he was disgusted by the incest?”

“No, you idiot! No one has the right to get rid of a man’s first son. To do such a thing would be like ripping out a large hole in his very soul. He was disgusted by the fact that she was a power-hungry, back stabbing bitch.”

“Not to mention psychotic,” Inuyasha added. “Who the fuck in their right mind would fuck their own kin?”

Kouga sighed. It was obvious his partner had missed the point. “This is what I was talking about when it comes to you being naive. Incest is taboo in the mortal world because when humans mate, their genes are split to create something different. If they mated to their own kin, the similar genes would reject each other creating some anomaly.”

“Duh.”

“However, in the demon world, mating with your kin is common because the genes combine to create stronger heirs, thereby creating a more powerful clan. That’s why the father was so pissed at his…wife…for…” Kouga trailed off, his little lecture coming to a halt as Inuyasha emerged from the bathroom, clad in form-fitting trousers and a red shirt that seemed to loosely hug his chest, dinner jacket casually held over his shoulder.

“The pants feel a little too tight around my – Whoa!” Inuyasha cried out as he suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by a panting Kouga.

“Fucking hell, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” Kouga breathed.

“What are you talking about? I look hot all the time, you asshole! Now get offa me!”

“How about no? God, you look so edible…makes me wanna rip my clothes right off of you…”

“Do that and I ain’t paying for the damages, plus I won’t be held accountable for your sudden lack of pup-making abilities,” Inuyasha threatened as Kouga buried his nose into the hanyou’s neck.

“Aw, what’s four or five between friends?” Kouga asked, his tongue lapping at Inuyasha’s skin despite the strong hand against his chest trying to push him back.

“If you really consider your dick to only be worth five hundred…Damn it! Get off, I said!”

At long last, Kouga allowed himself to be pushed away. “I meant five grand, mutt face.”

“WHAT?! FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR THREE PIECES OF SEWED FABRIC?!?”

“Yep. So you better be damn careful with that outfit,” Kouga replied casually. “And it’s more than three pieces. The pants are lined on the inside, as well as the jacket, which is actually three layers thick.”

“What the fuck? Where the hell do you get this kind of money?! You’re just a P.I.!”

“You forget the fact that I take on a majority of the private cases. Add to that my bloodline and family lineage and you should feel honored to not only be standing in my presence, but to be wearing my clothes as well.”

“Keh.”

Smirking, Kouga turned and headed towards the mini-bar. “So this case you’re working on-”

“It isn’t a case.”

“Yeah, whatever. Now, this ‘case that isn’t a case’; what’s it about?”

“It’s not a case, damn it!” Inuyasha lied. “I’ve just…got a date,” he mumbled lamely.

“You’ve got a date?” Kouga asked skeptically. “At The Bone Eaters Well?”

“Yeah, so?” Inuyasha asked defensively.

“Sheesh, maybe I should've left you in that bondage shirt, considering your societal ranking…Oh well, at least I know you’re not going out with Kagome. Lord knows I’ve told you enough times to keep your dirty paws off my woman.”

Inuyasha snorted. “You can hardly call her your woman when I’ve been on three dates with her as opposed to your zero.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve only gone out with her twice.”

“Nope. It was three as of two weeks ago at the movies,” Inuyasha stated smugly.

“You bastard! If you tried anything with her, I swear I’ll-”

DONG! DONG!

The loud chiming caused them both to look over at the small grandfather clock against the far wall. It read 7:00pm.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Inuyasha stated as he went to retrieve his discarded combat boots from Kouga’s bedroom.

“You aren’t wearing those with my suit, are you?” Kouga asked in disgust, trailing into his room after the mutt.

“Yeah, you gotta problem with that?”

Kouga groaned and was quick to present his partner with a nice pair of loafers. “Don’t tell me you’ll be wearing that ratty old trench coat over my five grand suit as well.”

“Fine then, I won’t tell you. And it isn’t ratty! It’s…well-worn, is all. Besides, it belonged to my dad a while back.”

“Oh, so it’s sentimental?” Kouga teased in an almost sympathetic voice.

“Fuck you,” Inuyasha retorted as he grabbed his coat and helmet and exited the apartment.

“If only, mutt. If only,” Kouga replied to the empty room as he grabbed the keys to his blue Miata. “But if you’ve really got a date with someone of such high ranking, I really have no choice but to scope out the competition.”

- - -

Inuyasha cursed his luck as he increased the throttle, weaving through traffic like a madman. How could he have completely forgotten about the construction at 5th and Jones? Shit, now he was gonna be late!

Defying all political and physical laws of speed, Inuyasha raced through the last ten miles in under five minutes (an impossible feat for a mere mortal, what with their slow reaction time), pulling up in front of the Well of Eating Boners at precisely 8:02pm.

Hopefully, whoever he was meeting was not only hot, but patient and understanding as well. His tardiness was, after all, Kouga’s fault.

Climbing off his bike, Inuyasha pulled off his helmet and looked around for the valet, spotting him a short distance away, apparently taking orders from some demon with his arm around two chicks. Approaching the group, Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks when he recognized the demon.

“What. The. FUCK?!! KOUGA!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE?!?”

“Hey! It’s mutt face!” Kouga greeted happily, turning around at the loud outburst as an extremely pissed off Inuyasha stomped over.

“Don’t you ‘hey, it’s mutt face’ me! How the hell did you get here before me?!”

“I avoided the construction zones, dumb ass. How else?”

Inuyasha snarled, a small blush staining his cheeks. “Why are you here?”

“What? I’m not allowed to coincidentally have dinner at the same time and place you supposedly have a date?”

“No,” Inuyasha growled out, not taking his eyes away from the damnable wolf as he thrust his keys and helmet blindly at the valet.

Kouga sighed. “Sorry ladies, it looks like I won’t be taking you out to dinner tonight after all. My partner here isn’t big on sharing apparently.”

“Go home, Kouga.”

Ignoring the order, the wolf demon blew kisses to the two women as they pouted and stalked off before turning his attention back to the hanyou. His eyes instantly went up to the top of Inuyasha’s head. “A beanie? You’re wearing a fucking beanie with my suit?!”

“No, I’m wearing a fucking beanie with my helmet because it agitates my ears. You gotta problem with that?” Inuyasha fussed, ripping the item in question off his head and shoving it into his coat pocket.

Kouga snorted. “No, I suppose not. After all, you’ve already tainted my suit by wearing that ratty, sentimental trench coat over it, and then there’s your socks, and that one combat boot you almost put on, and your underwear…”

“I’m not wearing any,” Inuyasha interrupted.

“You’re not wearing any what?”

“Underwear.”

Kouga’s nose spurted blood at the statement and he choked for a moment before recovering from the mental image. “What?! What the fuck are you thinking going commando in a pair of my best pants?!”

“Well I tried to tell you they were too snug for me to even consider keeping my boxers on, but you decided to pounce on me before I could finish,” Inuyasha stated, crossing his arms.

“I swear to God, half-breed, if I find any-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha said, waving off Kouga’s anger like it was nothing as he snatched the ticket from the valet’s grasp. “Don’t worry; I’ll get the suit back to you in good condition.”

“You sure as hell better,” Kouga growled. “Because if those pants are really as tight as you say, judging from how big I’ve felt your dick to be, if you so much as get an erection the zipper will burst and you’re going to be the one to fix it.”

Inuyasha’s cheeks flamed bright red. “What?! Are you implying I have a big cock?!”

“No, I’m implying you have a fucking HUGE cock!” Kouga corrected.

“You asshole! How the hell would you know about my size?!”

“Because I felt you up at the nightclub last week, that's how!”

Completely scandalized, Inuyasha gasped, before lowering his voice to a tight-lipped growl. “I thought we agreed to never bring that incident up again.”

“It was a one-sided agreement,” Kouga snorted.

“Keh. Sounds like your love life,” Inuyasha retorted, causing the wolf demon to glare.

“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be right now?”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened. “Oh shit!”

With that Inuyasha rushed towards the entrance, completely forgetting about his partner.

Once at the doors, Inuyasha’s mouth nearly fell open in awe. They weren’t kidding when they said this place was high-class.

The entrance itself was a sight to behold; tall massive doors were guarding the passageway to the core of the enormous building. When Inuyasha was closer, and able to run his hand over one of the doors, he discovered that they were made out of a very dark green coral, complete with purposefully cracked-looking gold trimmings around the sides and a gorgeous and very intricate design of weaving metal above the fifteen-foot threshold, which were of the same color. The name of the establishment was carved into a gold rectangular plate just off to the side of the entryway outside in elegant cursive lettering.

The Bone Eaters Well

Est. 1800

As he pulled one of the gigantic doors open by its white marble colored handles Inuyasha continued looking about with his mouth slightly ajar. Inside the entryway, the hanyou was presented with black marbled floor below his feet, swirls of white gliding gracefully about the ground. Hell, even the "Please Wipe Your Feet," sign was fancy!

However, as he slowly headed up the marbled stairs that began wide in length only to decrease in size as he ascended toward the Hosts podium, he couldn't help not taking in everything around him. The half-demon could actually feel old magic oozing from every corner of the place; spells which he assumed were to give it its grand appearance to the maximum.

Still looking around while he continued his trek toward the Host, Inuyasha could see several very old-looking wrought iron chandeliers hanging elegantly from the vaulted ceiling, fully lit with candles, giving the restaurant a soft glow. The walls around the vicinity were an elaborate shade of black as well, its surface looking to be something akin to coral just like on the front doors. Thick vases of various flowers and plants could be seen at almost every turn.

Unfortunately, his appreciating gaze came to a screeching halt as his eyes landed on the cold sneer of the Host at the top of the staircase, looking like a perched vulture behind his fancy schmancy podium.

“Our restrooms are available for customers only and the nearest payphone is further down the block next to the convenience store,” the Host recited snidely.

“I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to either take a piss or make a phone call after chomping down on your most expensive filet minion,” Inuyasha replied darkly.

“You wish to be... served?” the Host asked skeptically.

“Damn straight, I do,” Inuyasha said, a bit peeved at the crappy service of this place.

“Your attire is hardly appropriate…”

Scowling, the hanyou undid the buttons to his trench coat, not once taking his golden eyes off Mr. ‘I-have-a-fucking-pineapple-the-size-of-Manhattan-up-my-ass’ Host.

Taking off his jacket to reveal the Armani suit underneath, Inuyasha shoved the coat into the shocked man’s hands. He then proceeded to run finely clawed fingers through his mass of hair, closing his eyes as he smoothed out the knots so that the pure white strands could flow smoothly down his back.

Returning his attention to the Host, a triumphant smirk crossed his face at the stunned stare his hair and ears were receiving. “See something you like... sir?” he asked teasingly as the Host’s cheeks flamed pink as he stared at the golden-eyed, white haired, furry eared half-demon before him.

“Sir! I – I’m – my apologies! I didn’t realize-! Your party is expecting you! Right this way!” the now flustered man stuttered out, quickly turning to lead the half-demon to the best table in the house.

Inuyasha watched the Host, vaguely wondering if the guy knew he was still carrying his coat and hat. If he didn’t, he sure as hell better keep an eye on them later because he didn’t want to lose them.

“Mr. Musashi, I believe your guest is here.”

Inuyasha looked over, only to have his eyes widen in slight shock. Before him sat not only a pureblooded male demon, but an extremely handsome, pureblooded, male, dog demon with white hair much like his own.

Now, Inuyasha wasn’t as naive as his father would have liked for him to be and knew full well that white haired demons were not only rare, but usually came with a pretty high-ranking status as well. This was one of the reasons he was so curious about why his dad was working under the thumb of the human police.

But that aside, the demon before him practically gave off an air of royalty with the way he sat and stared. His gaze clearly conveyed to all that he knew of his unconcealed sexual appeal, sucking in any and all who laid eyes upon him.

Ignoring the sudden sensitivity to his heart’s beat that the heated gaze caused, the hanyou did his best to meet it with a challenging look of his own.

Neither wanting to be the lesser man and look away first, the staring contest continued as the two simply took in each another’s presence.

…Come to think of it, they had been staring at one another for quite some time now and the other demon still had yet to answer the Host.

Inuyasha couldn’t help but wonder if this guy was just the strong and silent type, or if he was shocked speechless by how good the P.I. looked wrapped in five thousand dollars worth of fabric. If this was the reaction to his suit alone, Inuyasha could only guess what the demon’s reaction would have been if he had actually shown up wearing the Bondage Shirt from Hell, or better yet, if he had the knowledge of him showing up here commando.

“Yes, Genjyo, this is him,” the mysterious demon said quietly, still not taking his eyes off of Inuyasha’s form as the Host motioned for the hanyou to take a seat.

With the snap of his fingers, Genjyo had a waiter standing by his side. “Gentlemen, this is Shuzhey. He will be privately serving the two of you tonight. If either of you need anything at all you have only but to…” Genjyo trailed off at the leveled glare he received from Mr. Musashi.

Deciding to move on, he placed the small menus before both of the men and left with a small bow.

“Can I start you gentlemen off with a drink?” Shuzhey asked, stepping forward.

“Bring us a bottle of your finest wine,” Mr. Musashi said, not missing a single beat.

Shuzhey nodded, glancing over at Inuyasha to see if he wanted to add anything to that order.

“I’ll take a martini. Dry.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, and make it shaken. Not stirred,” Inuyasha added, unable to help himself. The waiter smiled and left as a soft snort was heard from across the table. Inuyasha turned and glared for a moment before deciding to start a conversation.

“So, you’re S and M?” he asked casually, remembering that the paper he’d been given last week was signed with the initials SM.

The demon smirked at the question. “I suppose.”

“You care to share what the hell is so amusing?” Inuyasha growled; irked at the fact that this guy had not only had the audacity to laugh at him, but was now smirking at him as well.

“You’re a hanyou.”

“You plan on going somewhere with that?” Inuyasha asked in irritation, his eyes narrowing.

“Perhaps. Only if you’re lucky, though.”

Inuyasha scowled. Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? “Whatever. So what the hell is this whole thing about? Why am I here?” Inuyasha demanded.

“You are here because you were curious. However, the original purpose of this meeting was destroyed when you decided to walk in late through those doors.”

“Keh. That was hardly my fault. If it hadn’t been for my partner, I would’ve been on time,” Inuyasha stated, crossing his arms and slouching a bit in his seat. “Besides, what do you mean, ‘the purpose of this meeting is destroyed’? I did not just go through all that shit just to have this dinner end up being completely pointless!”

“Your... partner?” the demon asked, ignoring the rest of Inuyasha’s outburst.

Inuyasha growled, ignoring the light fluttering in his stomach at the wave of power and hidden anger that question seemed to give off. “I’ll ask you once more. Why am I here?”

“Surely you must have some idea, considering you showed up in the first place,” the man stated, pausing the conversation as their drinks came. Accepting the beverages with a small nod of thanks, he waved the waiter off. At his dinner companion’s sullen look, he sighed. “Why don’t we start off with introducing ourselves?”

“Fine,” Inuyasha snorted, sitting back up as he fingered the stem of his martini glass. “I’ve lived in the great city of Edopolis all my life, as my father seems to have done before me. I like steak on Wednesdays, along with a bottle of vodka. I hate cats, I hated school, I hate dressing up in fancy shit like this gay-ass suit, and I like my Honda 919, even though I’m saving up to get a CBR. Anything else, oh Great One?”

“Do you like long walks on the beach?”

“What?”

“You make it sound as if this is some sort of vulgar dating service. However, I would never dream of stooping so low,” the man said as he leaned forward to steal the olive in Inuyasha’s martini glass. “Besides, you still have yet to give me your name.”

He examined the fruit on its pick for a moment before putting it to his lips, parting his mouth ever so slightly to allow his tongue to dart forward and lick off a small drop of alcohol that had clung to the olive’s skin. The motion was then exaggerated as the inu demon decided that he liked the taste and proceeded to drag his tongue around and up to the olive’s pit, which disappeared into his mouth as he began to suckle on the red flesh before biting down and devouring the small morsel in two bites.

Inuyasha felt his breath catch in his throat at the subtle but enticingly erotic movements of the demon before him. He never knew that eating something as simple as an olive could be so... so... He shivered.

Fucking hell, calm down. The last thing I need is a busted zipper on these stupid pants!

Willing his blood to flow back to his larger head, Inuyasha pulled his martini closer, as if worried the male before him would somehow find a way to attempt another sexually suggestive act on one of the few things at the table he could rightfully argue as his own.

Such a ludicrous concern was forcibly shoved out of Inuyasha’s mind as he reminded himself that the dinner date before him was male, and for this male to be doing such acts, he would have to be gay, and the half-demon firmly refused to believe that Life was cruel enough to throw at him a second gay demon when he was already trying to fend off one.

Of course, Kouga was (according to his numerous arguments with ‘the pup’) technically straight with an eye for the occasional pretty uke. This was naturally another thing Inuyasha firmly refused to believe, saying that his partner was simply desperate to the point that he’d fuck anything with a pulse, and even that was an open option with the wolf demon when he was in heat. Besides, Inuyasha was in no way “pretty.” Nor uke, he added as an afterthought.

Not that such a thing mattered, considering he wasn’t gay to begin with.

But as the soft lighting caused his companion’s eyes to positively glow with lust as they flickered up to Inuyasha’s face, the hanyou felt a small twist in his gut that told him otherwise.

Okay, so maybe he’d settle for being “open.”

The two continued to simply sit and stare at one another for some time before an inquisitive brow was raised in slight amusement, reminding the detective that a question had been asked of him several minutes before.

What was it again? Oh yeah. His name. Right.

“Uh, it’s Inuyasha…”

Mr. Musashi’s heated gaze turned sharp and guarded. “Inuyasha?”

“Err... yeah. Why?”

“Well, Inuyasha,” the youkai stated, ignoring the question. “I am Sesshomaru T. Musashi.”

The hanyou blinked. “That’s it?” Inuyasha asked after a moment’s silence. “You’re not gonna tell me your likes? Your dislikes? Not even if you like long walks on the beach?”

Sesshomaru scowled. “I told you, this isn’t some cheap dating service.”

Inuyasha pouted, feeling disappointed at the fact that he wasn’t going to get to know this guy any better. “Yeah, but still! I gave you way more informa-”

“You are a half-breed...Which parent is human?”

“My mom was.”

“I see. And where did you say your father lived before you were born?”

“I thought you said this wasn’t some cheap dating service,” Inuyasha snapped, annoyed that the sudden onslaught of questions came forth more like an interrogation than something the other demon genuinely took interest in.

“Just because this isn’t a dating service, doesn’t mean I can’t ask questions to find out more about you.”

“Uh huh,” Inuyasha replied skeptically. “And why, pray tell, do you want to know more about me?”

“So I'll know the best setting to have you screaming my name in as I bring you to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy that you never even realized existed,” Sesshomaru said, smirking suggestively.

“Sorry, I don’t do rich snobs,” Inuyasha said simply.

“Oh? And who said you would be the one doing anything?”

“What?! Now if there’s one thing you should definitely know about me, it’s this: I’m no bottom!” Inuyasha hissed out. “Besides, I’m already involved with someone.”

The demon sneered. “I don’t doubt that,” Sesshomaru said with narrowed eyes. “You’re completely smothered in his scent.”

“Huh? But I haven’t seen Kagome since – wait, his?” Inuyasha looked down at his outfit. “Fuck! I’m going to maim that bastard! This isn’t what it seems like, I swear! I’m not even gay! It’s just that-”

“You’re here because you’re looking for a way into the pure-blooded demon circles to seek answers to your questions, are you not?” Sesshomaru asked, abruptly changing the topic.

The loud-mouthed hanyou looked shocked for a moment before suddenly becoming extremely tight-lipped.

“My, my, aren’t we the stubborn one. This will definitely make it all the more enjoyable for me,” Sesshomaru said with amusement. “Of course, it would be much easier for you to just…let go.”

“You sound awfully sure of yourself,” Inuyasha grumbled, causing the other demon to smirk.

“Yes, well it just so happens that I have a use for you. Now we just have to see how reliable you are with this second test.”

“Second test? What the hell was the first one?” Inuyasha asked, completely confused.

“To see whether or not you and I are compatible, of course. The last thing I need is someone under my wing who I can’t trust.”

“You know, no matter how much you keep insisting it ain’t, this still feels an awful lot like some cheesy dating service.”

“If it helps you any, think of this as a business meeting, where you are my potential client. Although that is a rather poor comparison as to what this truly is," Sesshomaru said simply as he reached into the inside pocket of his blazer to pull out a folded piece of paper. “That aside, here’s what I need you to do.”

Inuyasha took the paper and started to unfold it.

“I want you to stop a transaction at the first listed location and retrieve the item. Regardless of the fact of whether you are able to do this or not, I want you to come find me tomorrow at the second address listed. Do you think you can handle such a simple task?”

“Keh.” Inuyasha read the paper. Dokkasou Port, Dock 45, 9:30pm, tonight. “Nine-thirty…but it’s-!”

“You had better hurry, half-breed, if you wish to obtain your answers…”

“Fuck!” Inuyasha cursed as he jumped up, quickly downing the rest of his martini.

“By the way, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said, standing as well and straightening his jacket. “You should inform your friend that one shouldn’t go soliciting outside of high-class establishments unless they wish to put themselves at a plebeian level.”

“Huh?”

Sesshomaru raised an elegant eyebrow, indicating for Inuyasha to look towards the entrance of the establishment.

“Damn it, I thought I told him to go home!” Inuyasha cursed, turning around as if he could see out the decorative front windows, only to miss the narrowed eyed look caused by that statement.

“Oh, and one more thing…”

Inuyasha turned, only to find Sesshomaru standing far closer than normal semi-strangers should. “Err…yeah?”

A hand came up to gently push some stray hair away from his cheek. “Do try to be on time tomorrow.” With that Sesshomaru gave a pointed look at his watch before stepping back to allow Inuyasha to run off.

Luckily, the Host saw him approaching and had his jacket and cap ready for him. “Leaving so soon, sir?”

“Heck yeah! That bastard’s expecting me to drive to the other side of town in less than forty minutes!” Inuyasha complained as he grabbed his belongings before bursting out of the restaurant and making a beeline for the valet, who was, once again, chatting with Kouga who just so happened to be kicking it back in his small sports car.

Fucking bastard!

“Hey! What’s your hurry, dog breath?” Kouga asked as the valet rushed off to fetch the hanyou’s bike.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

“No, you just told me I couldn’t eat dinner with you,” Kouga replied cheekily, remaining in his reclined position with his feet propped up on the dashboard.

“Is your life really so dull that you need to spy on me?”

“It’s a Wednesday night, I haven’t had any new cases since last week; what else should I do?”

“Go home and watch porn,” Inuyasha replied as his bike arrived. “But before you do, tip the valet for me.”

“Hey! Where the hell are you going?”

“To prove I’m not a pup anymore!” Inuyasha shouted as he revved up his bike and took off.

“To prove... FUCK!” Kouga cried out as he scrambled to sit up and start his engine.

- - -

As Inuyasha practically flew through the doors of The Bone Eaters Well, cold, golden eyes narrowed immediately in what could only be described as jealousy and anger at the thought of a certain dark haired, male, wolf youkai that had been loitering outside of the classy establishment. Sesshomaru had detected the ookami's unique stench all over the hanyou the moment he stepped into the threshold of the extremely pricey establishment.

"Just an acquaintance, was he, Mr. Mikuni?" Sesshomaru said lowly to himself. "We shall see about that. Perhaps you'll be even less than that, if I'm to have my way."

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Next Time on INUYASHA, P.I. Case 4: Dokkasou Port, Dock 45:


I finally get the chance to prove myself capable of handling big cases, but what the fuck! That damn wolf never told me it would be this dangerous! No one ever told me there would be guns involved! Looks like it’s time for me to bust out some serious moves to save my precious ass. Next time on IYPI!