Author's Note: So, after the dating game I came up with this idea. It ties in to the dating game, though takes place a few years later and the main focus is no longer Miroku and Sango! I hope you enjoy my funny, sweet, romantic story Occupation:Escort!

Updated: February. 18, 2012

Humans seem to think that dating and relationships are a game, and I tend to agree. Especially where they are involved.

They see me, even from a distance, and decide that they like me. They don't know me, and are fickle enough to think that looks, and mannerisms make a person. Or a demon, in my case. They take silence as being mysterious rather than unimpressed, and no matter what you say they'll either: fall in love with you, or end up crying. Either is an unfavorable outcome for myself, but it made me realize the potential to make a lot of money.

If I had a nickel for each time I was told that I was the object of some girls affection, or even love, I would be well off. It made me think about lust, which is far more prevalent in this dirty human human city. I began to consider lust in comparison to love or affection, and the often indistinguishable line that separates, and sometimes joins them. Often enough that was what it boiled down to.

Humans want to be held, and touched, and told that they look pretty in that short skirt, or that they don't look fat in those pants. Who am I to deny them those things? So, I began giving these females the praise and reassurances which they needed. For a price.

Being an escort is much more work than we in the business are given credit for. Some clients are obnoxious, some are in some small amount psychotic, and some, well they're just plain vile. Which I, to a degree, expected from humans. Then, there are others. The ones who do fall in love with you. They're often weak of will and low on self-esteem. Then you come in and renew some of their faith in themselves, and they forget that they're paying you. That's just a mess in general.

The last type is the one who wants a picture of the two of you together, so that she can show you off to her friends as her new boyfriend. You have no idea just how many girls only want that deception. It makes me wonder of the value place on humans having mates. I've needed to start keeping track of cities, so that I never hand out pictures twice in the same area.

It so happened once, that I'd done just that and two of my clients met and showed of heir 'boyfriends' to each other. Just imagine their surprise, and the loks on their faces when they flashed the same picture. It was a completely unpleasant disaster, which I would prefer not to repeat.

I've also had to begin categorizing faces and names in my memory. I then take them and align them with certain attributes of customers, so that i can handle any situation. Like one time.

I was walking from my house to the grocery store. It was only a few blocks away, so I figured that I could get the fresh air. I had been cramped up in rooms for three nights in a row, and none of them my own. Before I even got to the end of my street I was stopped by a tall, curvy brunette, with feather earrings.

"Oh, it's you!" She exclaimed, smiling brightly up at me. "It's nice to finally meet you!' I stared down at her, trying to place her face as she shook my hand. Try as I might, I did not recognize this girl.

"Pardon me, but how do I know you again?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"Oh, you don't!" She replied with a light laugh, letting me relax a bit. I had been afraid that she had been a client from a longer time than my memory could retrace. For all my years, I have never had a stellar memory. "Kanna showed me your picture and I was wondering when I would get a chance to see you in person."

'Kanna, Kanna, Kanna...' I thought, searching my memory. 'Oh, right! The screamer...' Of course I didn't say that aloud. What I did say was, "I apologize! Kanna mentioned you, but I fear that I don't remember your name. I have a terrible time with names if I don't have a face to match it to." The last line was the truth if the rest was not.

"Oh, it's Kagura."

I had a tough time convincing Kagura that I really had somewhere I needed to be, and that, no, I couldn't stop and join her for a coffee. Neither could I chat and get to know her. By the time I shook her off, I would have been finished my shopping, and home making my clam chowder. That was just a week ago.

The job comes with many responsibilities, requirements, and sacrifices. There is almost no free time in my schedule. I often get no sleep, which since I don't really need to sleep, is not such a problem. I have to travel almost weekly, and I need to meet people to make connections. I must conduct myself accordingly.

It suits me just fine, but this city no longer does. So, I sold my house and drove towards my new apartment a few cities over. All of my possessions fit into my trunk, and it didn't surprise me. I am actually moving closer to my brother, but I won't be telling him that.

My new apartment is adequately sized for myself and the small amount of things I own. It is in a quiet area, next to a large park, with many trees. Up and down my street, little obscure businesses are located. Most seem to be closed, but right at the corner there is a little family restaurant. The neon open sign stayed on all night, and people were always coming and going. It's sign read Sonny's, and when I first passed it, the most delicious scent wafted through the quickly closing door that someone had just walked through.

I think I may go there tomorrow. If I don't have an 'appointment' that is.