InuYasha, P.I.

Case 6: Hi-Nezuni Tower


All he could do was stare. And that’s all he’d been doing for the past ten minutes, eyes the size of saucers and mouth hung open in absolute disbelief.

Inuyasha looked back down at the piece of paper to triple check if he was at the right address before his eyes slid back up the length of the thing in front of him.

Hi-Nezuni Tower

12346 Taen-ko 99, Block 2

All he could do was look up, and up, and up, and- He fell backwards onto his ass, the cigarette between his fingers slipping from his grip and landing in his lap, burning him. He promptly cursed at the offending thing and then flicked it into the gutter behind him, looking back up at the monstrosity before him.

While in all reality it should be called a tower... Inuyasha shook his head wildly. Fucking hell! This place had to be at least 150 stories high! And made of steel and windows! Good god, the whole thing must be a bitch to clean!

While massaging the sore muscles in the back of his neck (whether it was from the wipeout the previous night or because of him gawking at the building like a complete jackass, who knew) he noted that this area of Edopolis was probably the richest he’d ever been in, what with the fucking water fountains for prissy little poodle dogs on the ground at every block. He almost had the audacity to think that the water was probably bottled before being poured into a huge well before being transferred to the fountains. Oops. Too late. He thought it.


Inuyasha snorted, grabbing another cigarette from his case and lighting it up promptly, not really caring whether this place allowed smoking or not.

Walking determinedly toward the ominous and very intimidating glass doors, the hanyou was slightly startled when they opened automatically. Not that he’d never been to a place where they did- he had, back off!- it was just... hell! They were fucking huge! And had handles on them as if you were supposed to open them yourself!


Stepping through the entrance, Inuyasha would have pictured a lavish layout of furs and leather furniture strewn about here and there (not to mention more dog fountains) but what did he get? A fucking huge, narrow room, with about ten elevators on either side of him and one big impending desk of doom where a snotty looking receptionist was giving him a very distasteful look before he none too discreetly leaned over and pressed something out of eyesight, which the hanyou could hear gave off a funky bzz’d sound.


And seconds later Inuyasha knew what that damn, cursed button was for, the cigarette almost falling from his lips at the sight before him.


Fucking hell! They had fucking guard dogs in a place that had absolutely nothing to steal (at least, nothing that he could discreetly stash in his trench coat, that is) and, even if one did manage to steal something, where exactly did they expect said stealer to hide!?

Cripes, he half expected a cage to fall from the ceiling to capture in his place, but what did he get? Fucking guard dogs! And they were fucking huge! Like monster guard dogs from HELL! With huge, pointy teeth! And beady little eyes that, for reasons unknown, were just as scary as the teeth, and just as gross.


He seriously didn’t want to have to beat the shit out of any animals (who looked rather ferocious by the way, what with their aforementioned little beady eyes, gigantic, gnarly teeth and foaming slobber that was probably rabies and undigested littler animals). But the fact stood firm in his mind; it was either him or them, and Inuyasha wasn’t about to be done in by some fucking mutts.


They actually looked like they were part Doberman pincher and part dragon. How the hell the parents got together to create those he wasn’t sure...


Suddenly shaking his head of that irrelevant thought Inuyasha growled out his own warning as the theatrically slow moving dogs made their way toward him, poising himself for a defensive attack.


But the onslaught of monster dog attack never happened because the canines came to an abrupt halt about ten feet in front of him, shying away from his piercing gold eyes and whimpering as they sniffed the air as if they’d been called off by their master from afar.


“What the hell is wrong with you! He’s an intruder! Attack him!” came the voice of the snotty looking male secretary. Huh, guess that guy wasn’t their master then, the half-demon surmised.


“Keh. Looks like they know better.” Inuyasha’s tone practically spewed his inner thoughts of, They fear my awesome power! He puffed his chest out as he exhaled a drag of his cigarette.


“I’ll call the police!” the man threatened as his hand hovered over one of the phones.


Inuyasha looked at the guy, unimpressed, and almost said, “I am the police,” but caught himself in time.


“Keh, like they could do anything to me. On what grounds exactly would you call me in for?”


The man looked slightly taken aback, thinking, A half-breed could use big phrases like that?


“Well? What’re you gonna tell them? Gee, this half-breed just came in through the doors of Hi-Nezuni Tower, put him in jail! Right, that’ll go over real well. Not to mention you’ll be making headlines in the papers the next day; RACIST IN HI-NEZUNI SHUNS POOR, YOUNG, HAPLESS HANYOU. Yeah, I’m sure your boss’ll just love that. Speaking of said dog-bastard, tell Mr. Musashi I’m here, will ya? If I’m late because of you he’ll have your head, not to mention your job.”


“Why you arrogant, little-!!” the man started but was stopped when one of the five phones at his desk went off. He picked up the receiver of the only white one. “Y-yes, s-sir?”


Inuyasha had to hold back his raucous laughter as the man’s face went from pale to beet red and back to a deathly pale again, a shade that a corpse would have been envious of.


“I- but, sir! My apologies, sir! I’ve been dealing with this intruding half-breed and I-!!”


Inuyasha glared at that remark but the look that passed over the man’s face the next moment at whatever the unknown speaker was saying caused amused crinkles to appear at the corners of the hanyou’s eyes and he forgave the insult.


“I- Oh! Yes! Yes, sir! Yes, I think, I mean-! Yes! R-Right away, sir!” the man said as he peered over his shoulder at Inuyasha every now and then, as if confirming something specific about him. A moment later the man hung the phone up, having apparently regained his composure.


“Please use the elevator to your left,” the man began, pushing a button which opened up the correct door, and then added a, somewhat stressed, “sir.”


Inuyasha snorted, knowing that his parting words would haunt the man for the remainder of his career (which would only be a few more hours if truth be told).


“Don’t worry, I’ll let Mr. Musashi know just how courteous you were with his special guest,” Inuyasha said with fake sincerity as he walked up to the over-sized desk, patted one of the sitting dogs on the head and then proceeded to put his cigarette out on the man’s shiny name plate. “Nice knowing ya, Mukotsu.”


Inuyasha smirked and did his little hanyou-strut all ten or so feet to the left and into the elevator.


And with that the doors closed.


It took a few minutes before Inuyasha reached the twenty-fifth floor at which he was instructed (by a nice, fairly attractive female demon) to get on another elevator which would take him to the floor where Mr. Musashi was awaiting his arrival.


He thanked the woman before winking at her, which caused the loveliest shade of red to bloom across her face. She then giggled incessantly and fled behind her little cubicle, gossiping with her fellow secretaries who had been inconspicuously (yeah, right) listening and peering over the side of their own office stalls at the handsome male. Hanyou or not, the guy was a looker.


And he only proved it when he looked over his shoulder and winked again at the girls, who automatically cried out in the typical fangirl fashion, swooning as the doors closed on a grinning Inuyasha.

Heh. He still had it.


Inuyasha took a breath as the elevator climbed towards his destination.

Floor 35...


Geez, was it just him, or was this elevator slower than the first one? It sure seemed to be taking its own sweet time in climbing up to the top. They should put a T.V. in here or something. Or maybe even mirrors for walls so that he could make funny faces at himself. Better yet, he’d check out his ear, which still burned a bit from where the bullet scratched it the night before...


Floor 42...


The night before...The item he stole was actually something that had been in the process of being given to the police. He had, essentially, stolen from the fucking police. And not just the police, but his uncle. He had taken something that belonged to family. Such a fact loomed over him like someone’s dirty gym shorts.


Floor 58...

And not only that, but the item turned out to be an old fucking book that couldn’t even be opened! There had to be some kind of spell on it or something for it to not reveal its contents considering there was no damn lock! That or, since the thing seemed so old, it was rusted (or, God forbid, molded) shut.


Floor 75...

In any case, if that wasn’t enough to piss him off, he couldn’t even make out any of the writing on the front! It looked like a bunch of scribbled gibberish to him! And the only thing really identifiable (meaning the only thing he could read) was the symbol of a crescent moon being pierced by a sword, which was on the front cover.


Floor 102...


And the worst thing, the absolute pinnacle of pissed off to the point where you couldn’t get any more pissed off, was the fact that that bastard hadn’t warned him, or even hinted to him, that there’d be fucking snipers! That wielded not only Varmint A4’s a piece but also tried using fucking uzis on him!! Thompson M1921’s to be exact! The deadly kind!!


Floor 129...


Not only that, but Kagome hadn’t been lying after all! There were fucking bullet holes in his bike! AND there were scratches! SCRATCHES! So many that it looked like some sort of deranged pattern dancing across the once-perfect paint job. But the bullet holes! They shot right through the small decal his father had given him when he got the bike. God damn it! And now Kagome was going on a date with that bastard wolf! All because (in Inuyasha’s mind) his bike was completely ruined!


Floor 129...


Ah hell, that was it. He was fucking pissed! No one, but no one messed with his fucking bike! He’d kick the shit out of him for this! His poor bike! His poor wallet! Not to mention his poor form of performance the night before! Damn it!!


Floor 154...

Goddamn that dog-bastard and his holier-than-thou attitude and goddamn this fucking elevator for taking its sweet time to crawl up this long, mother-fucking, vagina tunnel of steel building-!!


Bing!


Floor 170.


He was dead. Mr. Musashi- Sesshomaru, cause I refuse to give that asshole any title whatsoever, Inuyasha thought- was so fucking dead!


Inuyasha, fully loaded with pissed off pheromones, exited the large elevator and walked into a somewhat barren but highly stylish (at least if you liked that tragic and despairing kind of look) room.


It was small, and obviously just the entrance to Sesshomaru’s real office, since there was a young woman behind a gaudy-looking desk, her back to Inuyasha. She was typing something up, while off to the right were large doors which probably led to Hell that, unfortunately enough, just seemed to be calling out to him.


Not wanting to take out his frustrations on the innocent bystander, Inuyasha cleared his throat politely and shut his emotions up for the time being so they wouldn’t get him into trouble.


However, that course of action ceased the minute Sesshomaru’s personal secretary whirled around on her chair to acknowledge him.


“YOU!” Inuyasha yelled out, pointing at her.


The woman smirked.


“You look ridiculous standing there and singling me out from no one, half-breed,” the woman said.


“You’re the one that was at that club! At the Miasma! Who tried to hit on me! Kanna... Kebler… Kuyga… Kuyaga… Kaguya...?” Inuyasha’s self assured tone died with each attempt on remembering her name.


“Kagura,” the female demoness stated flatly.


“Whatever,” Inuyasha keh’d.


“Please hang your coat up on the wall over there and Mr. Musashi will see you shortly. He’s in a very important phone conference right now,” the woman instructed.


“Oh, I’ll hang my coat up alright. And I’ll go in and see that rat bastard right now!” the half-demon announced, practically charging through the large ten foot doors, throwing his trench coat onto the coat rack and barging into the very depressing-looking room that was Sesshomaru’s office, Kagura hot at his heels with papers she needed to have her boss sign (and she didn’t want to miss the youkai’s reaction to this momentous occasion. It wasn’t every day someone shoved their way into Mr. Musashi’s area without regretting it dearly).

Inuyasha had paused in the doorway, Kagura smirking as she walked calmly around the entranced male to make her way to her boss’s desk, her eyes not being the only ones taking in the half-demon’s reaction to his new surroundings.

Inuyasha drew in a breath. While the room itself was a dark, forlorn-looking grey color, the top of the walls were lined with a deep, almost blood-colored red. The only furniture to speak of were two mahogany wall tables which were on either side of the doors, holding elegant-looking white roses, two huge bookcases on either side of the room and two leather chairs in front of one monstrously enormous desk (that in turn was positioned in front of a wall of glass that overlooked the city). And positioned behind the monstrosity of a desk was one Mr. Sesshomaru T. Musashi, who was apparently engaged in a heated phone conference with... at least five other males from the sound of things.

While Sesshomaru had probably already noticed Inuyasha barge into his office (that type of thing was pretty hard to not notice), he gave no indication initially save for an even fouler looking expression at having to be the mediator of the all-out brawl fest between his subordinates.

But then he looked up, and warm butterscotch met sharp, molten gold.

The men on the phone continued to bicker and bark at one another while it seemed Sesshomaru paid no mind to them, completely intent on the unspoken conversation going on between the hanyou and himself at present.

He smirked when the half-demon cursed after he blinked, as if the other had engaged in a staring contest (albeit one-sided) and had lost. Furry ears twitched as Inuyasha stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and walked casually over to the window scowling at nothing in particular. Inuyasha’s eyes nearly hit the floor- along with his jaw- when he saw just how far up he was.

Snorting softly, Sesshomaru turned back to his desk, drowning out the noise of his employees as he signed papers Kagura set in front of him.

“Holy fuck, this has gotta be like... 150 stories high!” he said harshly to himself, nearly plastering himself to the thick glass.

“Actually the building as a whole is 175 stories,” came Kagura’s unexpected answer. Inuyasha snapped his head to stare at the demoness.

“That’s like...” he trailed off, looking to the side and mentally calculated how many feet that had to be. “2,000 feet of steel-!”

“2,970 feet,” came the correction that went right over the enraptured male’s head as he continued to mumble to himself.

“It’s like... Oh my god, it’s like a freaking Godzilla Tower. It could probably eat all these other towers, putting buildings like the Tower of Terror to shame! I don’t mind cause I hated that ride when I was a kid, but holy hell...”

“You realize you’re talking about inanimate buildings, don’t you?” Kagura asked, making a puzzled face at how eccentric the hanyou was. Did he have attention deficit disorder or something?

“Gentlemen. I believe we’ve finally come to a conclusion. That will be all for now,” Sesshomaru said with finality to those engaged in the phone conference. He collected the contracts he’d just signed or declined, and handed them to his secretary. She took her cue, bowed and then showed herself out of the room, closing the huge doors behind her easily.

The men on the other ends of the phones sputtered.


“But sir-!”


“We still have to speak about-!”


“And what about-!!”


“Mr. Musashi, surely-!”


“Please, sir! We just need to go over-!”


“I have more important matters to attend to. My decision is final. Carry it out or find yourselves discontinued. Permanently,” and with that the phone was turned off. “I’m glad you made it on time today. Did you retrieve the item?”


“Keh,” was Inuyasha’s only response as he turned around from the window, threw the wrapped item he’d held in his coat onto the large desk, and then as the demon’s attention was on the packaged parcel, drew his fist back and slammed it into Sesshomaru’s face.


At least, that was the plan.


Unfortunately for Inuyasha, Sesshomaru had anticipated the move, catching his fist easily with his slightly larger hand, which only served to infuriate the irate hanyou further.

“You rat bastard! You didn’t tell me that there’d be fucking snipers at this transaction of yours!” Inuyasha roared, wrist still elevated and in Mr. Musashi’s firm grip. “Not only that, but they shot at me, too!!”

“There was no need for me to inform you of such a trivial thing since you obviously obtained no permanent damage,” Sesshomaru stated impassively.

Inuyasha struggled to get his arm out of the jerk’s grasp. Once he did he reeled back and slammed into the bookcase behind him. Trying not to look like an even bigger idiot than he already did, he braced himself there against the shelf like he meant to do that; something he was sure Mr. Musashi didn’t buy and something he himself sure as hell didn’t buy. But fuck it if he was going to let his pride be trampled on, too!

“Keh, that’s no reason not to tell me about it, you stupid jerk! I coulda been killed!” Sesshomaru continued to look at him in a bored manner which Inuyasha found incentive enough to continue on with his rant. “And what the fuck! You didn’t tell me that it was a police matter either!”

Sharp eyes met his. Wellthat certainly caught the demon’s attention.

“How did you find out about that?” was the curt question. “That prospect was supposed to be top secret.”

“Yeah, well... how’d you find out about it then?” Inuyasha countered.

“As if I need to explain myself to you,” was Sesshomaru’s response.

Oh, that did it!

“Fuck you! I’m the one that had to go and almost get blown to bits! The least you could do is drop me a line or two, you sneaky asshole!” Inuyasha accused, pushing himself away from the bookcase now and pacing back and forth throughout the office grumbling up a storm while sending the bastard dark looks whenever said grumblings were focused on him. Which was quite often.

After about five minutes of complete silence on Mr. Musashi’s part, Inuyasha decided that he should just give up trying to talk to Lord Sesshomaru today and try getting answers some other time because, damn it, he had better things to do! Like go to different garages and get estimates on how much his poor, battered baby would cost to get fixed up. He whimpered at just the thought of how much dough that was going to take.

With that in mind he headed toward the elevator but was stopped when the demon suddenly spoke.

“An old partner of mine ran the receiving end of the transaction. However, he has been leaving me in the dark lately which is something that I don’t like. Therefore, naturally, I am taking matters into my own hands,” Sesshomaru answered the hanyou’s earlier question.

“That’s a lie!” Inuyasha accused suddenly, turning around and stalking back up to the desk.

Sesshomaru snorted before saying, “On what grounds exactly do you lay that accusation?”

“Keh! As if I need to explain myself to you!” Inuyasha mocked, turning his back to him yet again and crossing his arms across his chest in agitation. Sesshomaru snorted at that which only enraged the hanyou yet again. It wasn’t just that, it was also the fact that, when putting two and two together, Inuyasha refused to believe that his uncle would deal with someone like Sesshomaru, let alone anyone with bad demon blood like Underworld warlords.

“So tell me, half-breed. How exactly did you escape those snipers unscathed?”

Something clicked in said half-breed’s head and he snapped, whirling around and slamming his fists on the desk for extra emphasis if the look he held wasn’t enough.

“It was YOU!! You broke it, you bastard!! You broke my precious Tetsusaiga!”

~ * ~

Next Time on INUYASHA, P.I., Case 7: Floor 50:

If there ever comes a time when one finds himself stuck between a Door of Doom and a fucking hard place, what does one do? Pick the Door of Doom, of course! Because that hard place that’s being jammed into my hip means Sesshomaru is more than just a little happy to see me and that’s the LAST thing I need right now. Why, you ask? Because the asshole doesn’t believe in respecting people’s personal bubbles, that’s why! And what the hell! He wants to what my what?! And why does the answer to that involve XXX?!? Fuck, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?