"Sango, what I am going to do? Like... this shit is getting fucking scary."

Scratching the back of her head, Sango made a face as she catalogued everything she had just been told. She knew Kagome was having some problems with an ex, but she never thought it would have reached the point the asshole put her in real physical danger. With little choice but to made damn sure it wasn't what it clearly sounded like, Sango let out a hard breath before licking her lips. "And, you're sure it was deliberate?"

Jaw dropping, Kagome scoffed as she shook her head, a look of pure disgust sliding onto her features. "I wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't fucking deliberate, Sango." Dropping hard into her seat, she crossed her arms. "I might not know a lot about cars, but I do know break lines don't just magically sever."

"Sounds pretty deliberate to me, Babe."

Both girls turned to look at Sango's boyfriend, Miroku, who was sitting on the couch playing video games. He didn't look back at them, just continued playing, prompting Sango to make a face at the back of his head. "I'm not saying it isn't. I'm just saying..." looking back at Kagome, "if it is, it's handled one way, and if it's not, it's handled another. Before we do anything, I just want to make sure. I mean, if you're so sure he's the one behind it, and you're so sure it was a deliberate attempt to kill you, why not just go to the police?"

Kagome looked at her like she was an idiot. "Right, like they'll fucking do anything. His daddy owns half the damn police force in the city, and the ones he doesn't are too damn afraid of the ones he does to ever do anything against him."

Drumming her fingers on the table, Sango propped her chin on her fist. "How do you even know it's Inuyasha? You two broke up months ago."

Challenge entered Kagome's expression. "Oh, you mean just about the time all this shit started?" When she saw Sango drop her eyes, she sighed. "Look, I know you can't really get involved because of Kohaku, but... I didn't know where else to go. I don't feel safe going home, and everyone else I know are too close to him and I know they'll go running straight to him as soon as I open my mouth." Slowly shaking her head, Kagome lost every ounce of wind in her sail and frowned. "I don't know what to do, Sang. I just... I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just... I'm scared here, and I don't have anyone other than you really. I can't involve my mother. She thinks the sun rises and falls out of his ass, and she's still trying to convince me to try and get him back because he can 'take care of me'. Yeah... he can, and he's trying to without outright shooting me in the fucking face."

Once again, Miroku piped up. "Ya know who you need to talk to, Kagome? My boss' brother. All the security at the club? Bankotsu's. All the security for traveling celebrities? Bankotsu's. The private bodyguards for the Prime Minister himself? Bankotsu's. If you're scared for you safety, he's the one you should talk to."

Looking over at him, though interested in doing just that, Kagome shook her head. "I don't think a bodyguard is in the budget, Miroku, but thanks."

Not looking away from his game, but actually getting more into it, Miroku responded. "I'm not saying it is, and I'm not really suggesting that. I've met him a couple of times, and he seemed alright. Kinda cocky and kind of an asshole, but he is the owner of... oh you mother fucker... of the the highest grossing private security firm in the country. Seems to me he... eat shit, cocksucker... he earned the right to be a cocky asshole since he's only twenty-six. Anyway... all I'm suggesting is just talking to him, asking him a couple of questions... oh, you son of a bitch... about what, if anything, you can do to feel a little more safe. I mean, sure; he's a businessman, but I doubt he's so completely unreasonable as to not answer a handful of questions for you."

Glancing at each other, Kagome pressed her lips together as Sango fought not to laugh at her boyfriend's apparent turret syndrome when he played video games.

Not fully able to get the grin from her lips, there was a chuckle in Kagome's throat. "So, how does one go about asking this guy questions?"

Finally pausing his game, Miroku turned to the dining room, draping his arm over the back of the couch. "I have to work tonight. Why don't you come too, and when he gets there, I'll talk to Jakotsu and see if he can't get his brother to come into the club. If nothing else, it'll give you a couple of hours of being in a place you know for sure, you're perfectly safe. The fact there is an abundance of alcohol there should help calm your ass down as well."

Biting into her lip, Kagome did consider the offer for a good minute before she looked back at Sango. "Can I raid your closet?"

A spark entered Sango's eyes as she stood from her seat. "Oh, no... if you're wearing my clothes, I'm picking it out."

Whipping head head to the side to follow the girls, Miroku called out after his girlfriend. "I have to leave in an hour, Sango." He rolled his eyes at her laughter, which told him without words he was probably going to be late to work that night.

And he was... by about twenty minutes. At least the only person he fucked was himself since he was the opening bartender. While Kagome got a raised brow from the door guy because most people he worked with knew Sango, nothing was said about her, or more importantly, to her.

The doorman could clearly see there was something off with the onna, but didn't want to ask because he didn't want to make it worse. She literally looked over her shoulder from the time she got out of Miroku's car to when she walked past him after proving she was old enough to be allowed in. Instead, after Miroku parked her at the bar and headed into the beer cooler to check the lines, Hiten actually followed after him to find out what was going on because, technically, the young lady wasn't supposed to be inside yet.

Miroku, as he double checked the keg lines, and making mental notes on which kegs were going to need changed out and which ones should make it through the night, didn't look at the security guard as he answered the question of Kagome's presence. "She's Sango's best friend, and she's having some... well, I'm not really sure how to put it." Finishing his task, he finally glanced over at Hiten. "She's actually here to talk to your boss."

Taken pretty off guard by the statement, he wanted to make sure he heard that right. "Bankotsu?" When Miroku nodded, he clicked his tongue. "Can I ask why?"

Scratching his temple, Miroku let out a sigh as he crossed his arms. "From what I heard her telling Sango earlier, it sounds like her ex is trying to kill her."

Eyes wide, Hiten grunted. "What? How? Why?"

Brows drawing down, Miroku recalled what he heard. "Um... well, I have no idea as to the why, but as for how? Let's see; severed breaklines on her car is the most recent one. That was earlier today. Last week there was a gas leak in her apartment that no one can figure out how it happened. A few days before that someone ran her car off the road. She wasn't in it, she let her brother borrow it." At the look he got, he waved a hand. "He's fine, no worries. He was a little shaken up, but no worse for the wear. But, no one saw it, and Sota didn't get a good look at the car, so there isn't really anything that can done for that. This shit has been going on for like... five months or more, and she's reached the point she's afraid to go home. Even if Sango doesn't really want to get overly involved because her own brother is in the middle of a bunch of bullshit that has to do with Kagome's ex, I'm having a real hard time staying out of it at this point. So, I figured I would talk to Jakotsu and see if he couldn't get Bankotsu to come in for a few so Kagome could ask him a couple of things. She's like my sister, Man, and I don't wanna see her get hurt."

With his own arms crossed, Hiten pressed his lips together, looking at the cooler floor for a moment before he flicked his eyes to Miroku. Before he told him what he knew, he wanted to know something else, first. "Don't think I didn't miss the fact you haven't given me the ex's name. You've just called him 'her ex'."

There was a reason for that, but he trusted the security guard so, as he rubbed his hands together, he clicked his tongue. "Inuyasha Taishi."

Feeling his stomach drop almost out of his asshole, Hiten choked slightly. "Taishi?" He just wanted to make sure he heard that right before he went and got his boss that was already in the building. When Miroku nodded, he almost laughed. "Let me go get Bankotsu."

Jerking at the statement, Miroku followed Hetin out of the beer cooler and back into the club. "Wait, he's here?"

Glancing back over his shoulder, there was a grin on his face. "Sure is. Came in with Jakotsu about ten minutes after your ass was supposed to be here."

Cringing hard, Miroku groaned. "So, Jakotsu knows I was late."

Nodding as he reached the steps that lead up to Jakotsu's office, Hiten chuckled. "Sure does, but I don't think it'll be the end of the world as long as you're ready for the doors to open in a half hour." With that, he left Miroku to get his ass in gear and took the steps two at a time, all but whistling. He had known Bankotsu for a long time, knew just how little the man liked Taishi, and because of that was almost positive he would give the girl whatever answers she wanted.

He didn't even try and make himself less amused when he knocked on Jakotsu's door, or try to wipe the grin from his lips when he opened it. Bowing his head to Jakotsu, he turned to his boss. "There is someone here who wants to see you."

Brow sliding up to his bangs, Bankotsu glanced at his brother before looking at his employee. "Who and why?"

Refusing to ruin the surprise, Hiten shook his head. "She's a friend of Miroku's, and trust me, Boss, you want to talk to her personally."

"Her?" At Hiten's nod, Bankotsu's curiosity peaked. He didn't consider his relationship with his brother's bartender on the kind of level necessary for him to bring someone to talk to him like this, but at the same time. Looking at his brother, he uncrossed his ankle from his knee and stood up with a smirk. "It would be rude to keep a lady waiting, right?"

Jakotsu just snorted as his brother left his office.

Stopping at the railing that overlooked the lower floor, he looked to where he was pointed to by his employee, his head tilted to the side. She was pretty; her deep, raven black hair pulled up into a ponytail off her long neck and slender shoulders. She was wearing a halter that showed more than it covered and a pleated skirt that did nothing to hide she had legs for days. She was pretty short, too, but most girls were compared to his over 6' frame.

Other than her physical appearance, even from the distance he was, he could tell one very important thing about her; she was fucking terrified. Even with no one else in the room with her but someone she knew she was tense. She carried every sign he was looking for and when he glanced at Hiten, he cocked a brow. "I'm about to get very angry, aren't I?"

Hetin shrugged. "I don't know the full story, but I do know even if parts piss you off, you're going to be far more interested in the who than the what."

Looking back at the onna sitting at the bar like the world itself was out to get her, his eyes narrowed. "And you're not going to tell me shit before I go down there, are you?"

Leaning his forearms on the railing, Hiten laced his fingers together. "According to Miroku, her name is Kagome, and she knows Taishi." He knew it. The moment the name was out of his mouth, Bankotsu was bounding down the steps, almost in a bouncing motion. He could imagine what was going through the man's mind, and he was sure it was something along the lines of 'I get to whoop that bastard's ass'. He had no idea what the bad blood was between them, but he knew it was there, and it worked out well for the onna that looked like she was crawling out of her skin.

Kagome, who had stayed at the stool Miroku sat her at when they walked in, was trying her best to relax. She knew nothing was going to happen to her in an empty club, but the quiet that came with the emptiness gave her time to think, and all she could think about was almost going off the side of a dropoff when she couldn't slow down for the turn. She wasn't even going that fast, but it was a hard turn. The only thing that stopped it from happening was the fact she was able to cut the wheel hard enough, and fast enough, to not ramp the curb.

She wasn't wholly sure how long exactly she had been sitting there when she finally reached her breaking point. Roughly scrubbing her face with her hands, she shifted, and pulled a twenty from her back pocket. "Miroku, can I have a vodka cranberry, please?"

Glancing over his shoulder and away from pulling the stoppers from the bottles to replace them with pour spouts, he frowned. "Sorry, Kid. Not until 6 or Jakotsu will have my ass."

"Oh, he's gonna have it anyway for being late." Both Kagome and Miroku snapped toward the sound of the new voice, and Bankotsu smirked at Kagome before his eyes cut to Miroku. "So you may as well go the distance and piss him off as much as possible and give the lady a drink to make the ass reaming you're gonna get worth it."

From the corner of her eye, Kagome saw Miroku cringe slightly, and frowned. It was her fault he was late, and she really didn't want to get him in anymore trouble than he was already in. So, shaking her head, she turned back to the disgustingly attractive man that appeared from the woodwork. He wasn't wearing anything that fell in line with the bar's dress code. He was in jeans and a t-shirt with a sport jacket that was clearly tailored for him. His hair was longer than hers and pulled into a simple braid that touched the back of his thighs. But, the most identifying things about him were his piercing blue eyes and the four point purple star tattoo on the center of his forehead. "It's okay. I don't want to get him in anymore trouble since he was late because of me."

Keeping a barstool between them for her comfort, Bankotsu cocked his head to the side, propping himself on the bar by his elbow and forearm, grabbing his wrist and popping one foot on the footrest. "While commendable, Onna, a phone call would have stopped the owner of the place from walking into the club one bartender short. So tell me, how was it your fault he didn't call in late?" When she remained quiet, he nodded. "What I thought." He then looked to Miroku. "Give her the drink. Looks to me like she needs it."

Kagome looked at Miroku a minute later when he set the cocktail down in front of her. Face pinched in painful sorrow, she slid the money to pay for it across the bar. "Sorry, Roku."

Bankotsu, before Miroku could pick the twenty up, dropped his hand on it to stop that from happening. Rolling his head to the side, he gave Miroku a sidelong look. "It's on me, and I'll have a beer." When the bartender put his hands up and went to get his drink, he looked at girl as he slid her money back to her across the bartop. "Well, I'm Bankotsu, and I'm told you're here to see me."

This was the guy Miroku wanted her to talk to? She wasn't wholly positive she was able to keep her face completely blank of her shock, but Kagome did nod a couple of times as she twisted herself to face him a little better. "Yeah, I, um... I'm having a some problems and I... uh... I was just was just wondering if you wouldn't mind answering a couple of questions for me. If you have the time, of course."

Picking up the beer bottle and tilting the neck toward Miroku in a gesture of thanks, he brought the mouth to his lips. "What kind of problems?"

Glancing once again at Miroku from the corner of her eye, she saw him nod, waving his fingers at her to tell her to just say it and, when she looked back at Bankotsu, she said it as bluntly as she could. "I know this is going to sound crazy, and I can't prove it but... but think my ex-boyfriend is trying to kill me." Once the words were out, she couldn't take them back, but also once they were out, and the way Bankotsu reacted, she did feel a little bit of hope bloom in her chest.

Ever so slowly, a smirk pulled at his lips as Bankotsu lowered the beer bottle as he swallowed his mouthful. He rolled his eyes to Miroku, the smirk coming out in his voice. "You brought me a present; how kind." He then looked back at Kagome, and grinned. "Well, you certainly hit the protection jackpot. What are you looking for exactly?"

Reaching up, Kagome scratched behind her ear. "See, that's the thing. I don't really know." Looking back at his eyes, she licked her lips. "I just wanted to see if you would answer a couple of questions for me, that's all."

Tapping the bottom of the bottle in his hand lightly on the bar, Bankotsu regarded the woman in front of him for a long moment, considering his options before deciding his course. Honestly, he couldn't really do anything until he had a better picture of what was going on with her, and if she was looking for advice, which she already stated she was, he needed details because different situations called for different answers.

So, having decided that, he pushed himself to stand up and jerked his head to the side. "Let's talk over there. The bar is going to open soon, and it doesn't take long to fill up."