*This story is a complete work of fiction, any relations to real life have been altered to fit the story line*

Disclaimer: I only own Inuyasha on the first of Octember

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"Next on court TV-"

"No"

"The tennis channel, all tennis all the time."

"No"

"SpongeBob Squarepants"

"For the love of god, no!" Inuyasha flipped the channel to an old kung fu movie and tossed the remote onto the raggedy cushion next to him with a sigh. He had almost drifted to sleep when the apartment door slammed open.

"Inuyasha wake up! I found a solution to our problem!" Miroku shouted running in throwing a paper in Inuyasha's face.

"I didn't know we had a problem, and is the noise really necessary?!" Inuyasha complained, throwing the paper back at him.

"Yes it is, look at this" Miroku unfolded the paper and stuck it in his face.

"Man arrested for sexually abusing his chickens? What does that have to do with us?"

"What? No, above that. It says right here, the military's recruit rates are the lowest in fifty years. They're so desperate they'll even take lazy slobs like you." Inuyasha pushed down the paper to look up at Miroku skeptically.

"And what makes you think I want to join up?" he asked.

"I just figured it'd be better then living on the streets." Miroku shrugged. Inuyasha jumped to his feet.

"The streets!? What the hell are you talking about Miroku?!" He growled backing him into a corner.

"Well, the landlord said we have till tomorrow to get our stuff and get out, which shouldn't be to hard considering what's left." He laughed nervously trying to inch himself around Inuyasha, and his fists.

"Wha…?" Inuyasha looked around the room for the first time in about three months. It was empty. He was even more surprised by the state of the kitchen.

"The stove Miroku?! That wasn't even ours!"

"Neither was the dish washer, do you think we'll have to pay for that?"

"Where the hell is all our stuff?!" Inuyasha yelled taking a step closer, cracking his knuckles. Miroku put his hands up in a peaceful gesture, or to defend himself if it came to that.

"I had to sell them to pay for…necessities, and since I got fired moneys been pretty tight." Inuyasha dropped his hands, feeling like he'd been out of the loop a little too long.

"When did you get fired?" Miroku shrugged,

"About a week ago. A new boss was just transferred in, she had the finest ass-"

"What the hell Miroku! I should kick your ass!" Inuyasha snatched him up by the front of his suspiciously expensive looking shirt.

"It's not like you've been much help lately!" Miroku spoke up in his defense, "All you've been doing is sitting on that couch like a love sick puppy." Inuyasha dropped him and started to pace.

"It's not like I haven't tried, Kikyo has made damn sure that I'm never getting a job in this city again." He seethed.

"Maybe you should of thought of that before you tried stealing her jewelry." Miroku suggested taking the last two cans of beer out of the fridge, leaving only a bottle of ketchup and three week old take out. He tossed one to Inuyasha.

"It wasn't me." He grumbled snatching it in the air. "It must have just been someone who looked like me."

"Ya, I mistake people for you all the time." Miroku scoffed flopping down on the sofa.

"Shut up" Inuyasha sighed sitting next to him. "So tell me about these 'necessities'…"

"Well it wasn't so much necessities as…"

"You spent all our money on gambling and strippers didn't you?"

"I'm afraid so." Miroku admitted shamefully

"So now you want us to join the military? You realize that is one of the dumbest plans you've ever come up with." Inuyasha stated, anger fading as he realized beating Miroku to a pulp wouldn't help anything.

"Really? I thought selling our kidneys was a pretty dumb plan. What's wrong with it?"

"Besides the fact that neither one of us have that kind of dedication or team spirit, I've got a brother who joined up a few years ago and I do not want to risk having to be anywhere near him again." Inuyasha answered reluctantly.

"Come on, do you know how many people are in the military? The chances of running into him are like, slim to none. Besides, what else are you gonna do? Move home?" Miroku smirked, internally congratulating himself. Inuyasha shivered.

"I guess your right," he sighed. "What are the chances?"

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Ok so chapter one is up! If anyone one else listens to 89x in the morning they'll understand the chicken thing =). Please R&R!