Disclaimer: I don't own nadda. Else I'd be way richer than my own poor self.

Ok, so sue me. When inspiration strikes, I have to get it down or it keeps bugging me. I don't know what the rule of thumb is for the max stories people have open, but if there is a limit, I might break it. I heard the song "Centerfold" by the J. Geils band on the radio and this popped in the ol' noggin. First person again!

Is there a way to tell if your life is truly hopeless? If you have too many Star Wars action figures on your bedroom shelf? If you design a different and more manly version of yourself in a private diary and you sit at night and pray that you wake up and it's true, and then when it isn't you post "life still sucks" on a Facebook page that only two people care about…you and the administrators?

Well, unfortunately that's me. Inuyasha Inutashio. I wake up in the morning, but I do not feel like Jagger. I feel like I need to rethink my life. And I swear that today will be the day that I finally quit my job, say so long to LA, and take that midnight train goin' anywhere. Only there's just one thing keeping me back. And her name is Kagome Higurashi.

She doesn't know who I am. And she probably never will. So why do I hang around if I know it's hopeless? If you find the answer, let me know, because I've been trying to find it for the last ten years.

Anyway back to the main point here. Kagome Higurashi is not just a person on the street I just happen to pass by everyday. No. you see, I work for a rather…interesting company. LA Hotties, to be exact. And the woman I'm currently babbling on about, is one of its best centerfolds. Her half naked body is on just about every billboard in the greater LA area. And if you look harder you'll find her wearing less in magazines that the store covers up with a plastic cover and marks "must be 21".

And am I an editor of the company I work for? No. An executive? Nope. How about a model? Try again. I'm what you might call a…maintenance employee. Layman's terms…janitor. Clean up boy. I wipe up the lotion that has been sweated off and left to pool on the floor by women that neither acknowledge nor respect me. I'm just the "help".

And why does this bother me? I'm thirty years old and I've never once been married, had a girlfriend, and I've certainly never—well let's just say that the force is strong with this one.

But you see little did I know that my life was about to be turned upside down and backwards in one fatal blow that would lift me up from my pit of misery and propel me into the very womb of—okay my life got better.

It was a rather hot day in July, and my car had decided to die. Again. My POS Honda was costing me more time and money than I cared to remember. And I was hoping that one day I would wake up and the car fairy would have brought me a gift. Well not today, so I had to take the bus to work.

Once I had finally entered the big glass skyscraper—the windows of which are a bitch let me tell you—I turned to the right, down the hall marked "maintenance". The other hall marked "Studio" was a place I never ventured unless called upon.

The door I unlocked everyday was the—you guessed it—the janitor's closet. And my good friend the mop and bucket were there to say hello. Today's orders were the fortieth floor, and the top floor. Number 113. And the number says it all. Bad luck. If I had a dollar for every clogged toilet, burst sink pipe, or ceiling leak, I'd be richer than Miroku Houshi, the owner of this prestigious building. And a personal friend of mine since he married my cousin, Sango.

But most days he was too busy to see me so we went our separate ways and only met on special occasions.

So as I rode to 113, I wanted to get this over with quick, I failed to notice the small spark that happened in the control panel of the floor choice buttons. And I exited the doors to find a rather pissed off secretary that pointed to the men's room while holding her nose. And being a hanyou, I could smell what she smelled…only worse. So, armed with a plunger and my own courage, I waged war.

The enemy was fierce and powerful, but he stood no chance.

And so, ten minutes later, I exited onto floor 40, another studio floor. This job was pretty much routine. Mop, sweep, maintain.

It wasn't until I saw who was on the floor that my heart rate skyrocketed. Kagome stood in a red bikini that could only be described as dental floss. And she was pouting at the camera, smiling, doing things I'd only heard about from friends with a porn addiction.

I swept and mopped with my face plastered to the floor. I dared not look up lest she notice me and become disgusted. Then she would leave and I would never see her again, even if from afar. So I continued working until I was told it was quitting time by a kindly aid to one of the models.

I figured most of the models and their agents would retire to the lounge and have a few drinks before leaving so I headed to the elevator.

And there, pressing the down button was Kagome.

I quickly turned around to take the stairs until an angelic voice stopped me dead.

"Oh there you are. I was hoping you hadn't left. Do you think you can see what's wrong with this thing? It's been acting up all day."

I had no choice. I nodded and turned. And without looking up, I made my way over to the elevator where I stood and examined the button switch without looking anymore than a millimeter to the left or right.

And damn it, she noticed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I nodded.

"You seem tense."

I answered in a rather timid voice, "It's been a long day. I just want to go home."

"Oh. So how long have you been here?"

"Ten years."

I wasn't going to look at her if a hurricane swept the floor.

"You like it?"

"It buys food." Still looking down.

"Do you usually not look people in the face?"

I answered without thinking.

"Yes." Oh shit.

"What do you mean yes—that's it come here."

She grabbed my chin and yanked it toward her. I squinted my eyes shut. Damn, damn, damn. Now what.

"Open 'em."

"Please, just let me work."

"Open your eyes. And answer my questions."

I slowly cracked them open. Their exotic golden color had always entranced my mother, but no one else. And she was my mom so, that didn't count.

But Kagome saw me and I saw her visibly draw in a sharp breath. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped a little.

"What? Do I have a zit?"

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. You ever consider modeling?"

"No. What would I have to model?"

"Your eyes. Their beautiful."

My turn to act awkward. I pulled my hat tighter over my hair and my ears. Their canine nature did not go over well with full demons and full humans. I was stuck in the middle.

"And your hair. How do you get it that color?"

"It's natural."

She opened her mouth for another question and the elevator opened.

"There. Fixed. Now if you'll excuse me—"

"Nope, you come here. You are taking the elevator. You look like you could use it."

I stepped inside. The doors closed. We dropped to the next floor down. The next. The next. The next.

The elevator stopped.

The lights shut off.

Shit.

"What happened?" she asked me.

"Damn circuit breaker. The thing's breaking all the time."

I reached for a tool to open the button panel. I handed Kagome a flashlight.

"Here. Hold this so I can see."

She held the light and I started unscrewing screws. After the sixth one, I had to wipe my face. The AC had stopped working. I removed my hat and threw it to the side. After ten minutes of working, I had the circuit breaker reset and the elevator was moving again.

As we rode down to the lobby I could feel her eyes on me. Burning into my soul. I finally turned around.

She was staring at the top of my head. At my ears. Well shit. Here it comes. The "Eeeeuwww". I was prepared.

Instead all I got was a "Cute!". What the hell?

"Oh there so cute! Can I just touch one?"

I nodded stupidly. What in the hell was going on here?

She slowly fondled one then the other, slowly scratching and petting all the way to the tips where she slowly rubbed them between her finger pads.

And damn if it didn't feel good.

I couldn't help it. The purr came up by itself. And there I was, pushing myself into her hands like some mutt.

And she was smiling? She was!

"OhmiGod! Just like a real puppy!"

I was happy when the door opened and we exited into the lobby and out the front door.

She took out her cell and dialed a number.

"Hello? Babe? Where are you, you said you'd be here. With who? You're what? Oh fuck you! And the little slut you seem to love so much!"

She hung up.

"Damn Koga. Now I've got no place to stay anymore."

Then I felt it. The desperate and pleading look she was giving me. I slowly turned.

She was almost in tears.

"My boyfriend just broke up with me. I'd been staying with him since I moved to the city. And now I've got no place. Please can I stay with you? Just one night and then I'll be gone. I'll call for other arrangements."

There is a God and he loves me.

I slowly nodded. It was hard not to.

"I guess so. If you don't mind a little rustic living for awhile."

She nodded.

"Thank you so much! And don't worry, I'll be gone in no time."

I prayed she wouldn't be.

So tell me what you think! This was a whim and I liked it!