One Night in New Orleans
Prologue
Author's note: In 2010 I attempted to create a story based on a friend and fellow writer's own failed idea. I should note that I am my own worst critic and while I thought the initial draft of this story was good I soon realized after finally straightening out the mess of a plot that was 30 Days (For those of you confused with that one keep reading the last few chapters straighten things out) that this story in its original form was to put it bluntly, shit. This new version is my preferred version, and if you are wondering where the original is, it is tucked safely on my flash drive hopefully never to be seen again."
For Lance. Mea Culpa
Kouga sat at the table, in the hotel's restaurant sipping at his glass of ice tea.
"I don't understand, could you explain the reasoning behind it again?" He said.
"The basic idea is this," Inuyasha said, "The Society wants to expand its reach in the U.S. The market here in the states is not as big as the one in let's say Japan or even to a lesser extent a place like Portugal. The council's idea is that if we include those characters that mimic our style then we can reach more people. Of course that is bullshit, but those stalwarts in the exec board wouldn't know." A waitress came by and offered Kouga a refill on his tea; he nodded and let her go about her business. It was the annual meeting for The ACS, The Anime Character Society, and New Orleans was chosen because apparently the chair, one Kimihiro Watanuki said that it was destined to be there. He subscribed to his wife's theory that everything that is supposed to happen is fated to happen. She called it "hitsuzen" Kouga called it bullshit.
"I don't think including people from such shows as "Teen Titans" and "Avatar" will boost anything but my stupid shit quota, but of course when you got a philosophical anemic chain smoker for a wife anything is possible." Kouga said plucking a roll from the basket and tearing it apart.
"Exactly my point," Inuyasha said, "I told Watanuki, that it was nothing but crap and he still managed to get votes. He is like the Obama of this group, promising hope and change but doing jack shit."
"I take it you voted for McCain?" Kouga said his mouth filled with roll.
"No, not in the slightest, Palin was way too psycho for me so I skipped the polls. Granted the only reason that I compare Watanuki to him is because they have something in common." Kouga was intrigued.
"Which is?" He said.
"They both inherited the former administration's mess," the Waitress sat their plates down and asked them if they wanted condiments, they refused, "You going to the party tonight? They got a major name this year, DJ Soru." Kouga bit into his steak.
"Hardcore techno sounds like a Chipmunk's album on cid, I'll pass. Ayame wants to go to a casino." Inuyasha shrugged.
Room 326
Ferb adjusted the scope on his rifle, and peered through it. Phineas was cleaning out his gun, next to him.
"Hey Ferb," Phineas said as he put the clip into she semi-automatic pistol with a click, "Did they say who we are supposed to hit?" Ferb sighed.
"Here, this is a photo." He said and pulled the trigger, making a series of dry "thwacks" with the rifle.
"She's pretty, who did she screw over?" he asked looking at the blond haired girl.
"Name's Maka Albarn, friend of the boss wants her dead, Rachel something or another." Ferb said.
"Is this Rachel, the same one who is with the foreign bastard performing at the convention?" he said.
"That 'foreign bastard' is also a dear friend of the boss, and yes. Apparently the target has been doing the mattress mambo with him while she is away." The green haired boy said.
"No shit, I thought he was banging that chick from the Toyota commercials?" he said. His brother shook his head.
"Nope, she's here too though, she and some blue haired boy were in the restaurant. She was eating braised leeks, and he ice cream. The boss has a hard on for the leek whore." Ferb said.
"Torture or kill?" Phineas said.
"Kill, simple and clean, no witnesses and a full forensic clean up; nothing that can trace back to either Kent or Steubenville. The boss is adamant about that, if he or his associates are implicated, we're fucked without KY." He said.
"I like those prospects," Phineas said and looked around, "Hey, where's Perry?" Ferb wasn't paying attention; he was busy rummaging through his bag for the bullets.
7:00 PM, 2 hours before the party
"I thought you said you wanted to go to a casino?" Kouga said as he rummaged through the closet.
"I did, but you promised me once you would take me to a rave." Ayame said.
"Ayame," Kouga said, "We were both high and watching 2001: A Space Odyssey, how the fuck could we be serious at a time like that." Ayame adjusted her bra.
"Kouga, seriously," She said, "I never have a chance to go out and party anymore. Every time I want to do something 21st Century you always want to rely on the past. You're a fucking buzzkill." Kouga pulled out a t-shirt.
"Ayame, trust me, if I didn't temper myself I would be a drunk hooligan like some of those younger characters. I have standards damn it." He said.
"Could you at least try to have fun? For me?" She said looking into his blue eyes.
"Okay, as long as there is no GHB or shit like that." He said, and kissed her.
The Next Morning
The sunlight streamed heavy into the hotel room, Kouga adjusted the blanket to shield himself from the light. He had a hangover. Last night was a blur, he could remember DJ Soru blasting out his music and getting close with a few characters on the dance floor but that was it. The phone on the night stand rang, irritating the wolf demon more. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Good Morning Mr. Kouga, Eileen from the front desk calling you for your 8 o'clock wake up call." A cheery voice said. Kouga thanked her in a tone that that both was kind and also said "fuck off I am trying to sleep" at the same time.
"Who was it baby?" A familiar voice said, Kouga turned around and looked at the bed. There lying on the bed was the demon hunter and his fellow cast mate Sango, next to her was another woman, whom he recognized as Sailor Jupiter. He threw the covers off the bed.
"What the fuck!" he shouted, it was the same thing others were saying at that same moment.