Complete Surrender

Well, after some consideration, I decided to post my story here. It is also at dntarntart, at http://anrehah.deviantart.com/ This story is very A/U, and after the first chapter things will heat up. :D Please, R/R is greatly appreciated! Let me know what you think, and if anyone has a suggestion, tell me!

Inuyasha and co belong to Rumiko Takahashi. No copyright infringement is intended.
Original character belong to anrehah.


Complete Surrender

~Chapter One~


The city streets were baren as large, dark blue rain clouds dropped a wash of raindrops on uncovered victims. A young man with raven hair walked quickly down the drenched sidewalk, his sleek black shoes slapping the wet concrete. A soggy newspaper was held over his head.

'Fifteen minutes. God I hope I make it.'

The man quickened his pace, suddenly feeling very confined in his now soaked suit jacket. Vearing right, he noticed a small red brick building with a green awning sitting silently among numerous other office buildings. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he retrieved a wadded piece of paper with instructions scribbled on it. Seeing his destination was the brick structure ahead of him, he sprinted the rest of the way there. Carefully running up the wooden steps to the cover of the awning, he took off his jacket and smoothed down his wet hair before opening the etched glass doors before him. As he walked in, the scent of paper and cheap perfume assaulted his nose. Scrunching it up in disgust, he scanned the small lobby for a receptionist.

"Hello sir, how can I help you this afternoon?" A petite woman with blonde hair and overdone make up looked over him admiringly as he stood at the door.

"Yes ma'am, I'm here for a three o'clock appointment," he replied as he walked up to her. He noticed the woman's nametag: Yori. The woman in question studied him before looking down into a stack of papers, tossing her hair over her shoulder suggestively. When she finally found her day planner, Yori flipped to the day's page and scrolled down the list with her finger.

"Ah, Naratagashi Inuyasha, yes?" When he nodded, the woman smiled. "Amasano-sama has been expecting you. Please follow me." When Yori walked out from behind the desk, Inuyasha noticed her skirt, or almost lack there of.

'Definately hired eye candy.'

As they went along, they walked through a set of dark wooden doors, the brass handle making a soft click as it opened and shut. Inuyasha studied the room, noticing it was extravagently but tastelessly furnished. A green velvet sofa sat stiffly on one wall, while cherry-stained wooden armchairs the size of a stool sat uninvitingly on the other wall. Yori turned around then and asked him to wait a moment, before disapearing through another set of large wooden doors. Inuyasha just stood, and after a short moment she returned with a smile.

"He'll see you now, Naratagashi-sama." He smiled at her briefly before walking into the office.

As Inuyasha walked in, he noticed many rows of shelving against the walls, holding dozens of leather bound books and various trinkets. A small window beside them over looked the wet city. Looking forward, a rather slight man with greying hair and large glasses sat waiting for him. It seemed as if the man was being swallowed by his desk, even more so when he leaned forward.

"Ah, Naratagashi-san! How do you do? I truly hoped you would make it here in one piece, with all the rain outside." Inuyasha just smirked, and inclined his head towards the now damp jacket he wore.

"It was quite a pleasant sprint, let me assure you." The man behind the desk, Amasano Kenichi, laughed outright.

"I'm pleased to hear it! Now, since you are here, let's get down to businsess." Inuyasha took a seat in rather large leather seat infront of the desk. Kenichi reached into one of the drawers and retrieved a thick portfolio. Sliding it across the desk, he nodded his head for Inuyasha to open it. Inuyasha opened the folder only to be stared back at by a picture of himself. Intruiged, he studied it closer to find it was over six years old. Upon even further inspection he found a stack of upside down photos, the backs dated around the same time.

"Why do you have photos of me?" he asked. Kenichi smiled again.

"If you notice what the date is, surely you cannot forget what was happening in your life then." Inuyasha flipped the pictures over and noticed in various photos he was wearing baggy jeans and ripped shirts. In others he was completely shirtless. But in every last one of them... he was either shooting up or smoking out. Suddenly enraged, he shoved the folder back at Kenichi, absolutely disgusted.

"Look. If this is about some lawsuit, or other legal CRAP, you can go shove it. I don't know where you got these, but I've been clean for five years, and intend to stay that way!" He stood to leave, but a warm hand on his arm stopped him.

"This is not a lawsuit, or even anything near it. It's a question, for a poor man who has gone through so much." Inuyasha's eyes softened, and he slowly sank back down into the leather seat. Kenichi looked at him gently before continuing. "You've been through so much, and still struggle sometimes, am I correct?" Inuyasha cast his eyes down, ashamed.

"Yes."

"Please, don't be embaressed. Infront of me I see a young man who has overcome the odds, has lept over everything thrown at him, and has not only come clean, but has become an honest and successful man. You have nothing to be ashamed of, which is why I'm writing about you." Inuyasha looked up, his startled face betraying his demenor.

"Writing about me? Why!?" Kenichi looked out the room's window and into the rainy city, as if weighing his words.

"Because I admire you, and your story has inspired me; there are so many unfortunates that can't break away as you did. So I want to help those that are where you used to be. I want your story to be heard." Inuyasha could barely breath, let alone believe that a complete stranger admired him.

"My story... You want to write a book on my story?"

"Yes. The way your life took a turn for the worst; it is inspirational and could help millions of others that are in your previous position."

Inuyasha considered this, his violet eyes looking intently at the large mahogany desk before him. Kenichi sat back professionally in a black leather chair. His small eyes studied the young man behind his glasses. "Naratagashi-san?"

The raven haired man looked up, his mind reaching a decision.

"Yes."

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A smokey haze filled the bar, further diminishing the lumination of the already dim overhead lights. A woman sat at the end of the bar, casually reclined with her back against the wooden paneling of the wall. She watched the occupants with hooded eyes and gradually took a drag from her lit cigarette, the smoke she exhaled intermingling with the air like curling fingers. Her client was no where to be seen. After a moment of consideration, she tamped out the cigarette and drew on her coat. The delivery had been a bust.

"You gonna pay for that?!" The woman looked in the direction of the bartender. The greasy, slightly obese man glared at her, before slowly letting his eyes travel over her body. She let out a disgusted groan and threw a twenty in his direction. The man smiled appreciatively, making the dim light in the room shine against his bald forhead.

"Thanks sweetheart; any chance of you givin' me your name?" The woman just glared at the portly man, and turned to walk out. When the bald man just hmphed and turned away, she paused for a brief second.

"My name.... Kagome."