Disclaimer: I own none of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi.

Miroku Hoshi aka Kazaana was in his element—surrounded by beautiful young women, drunk off whiskey shots and attention. A gaggle of groupies fawned over the handsome 27 year old disc jockey. He was notorious for being a ladies man. The biggest perk of being a hot young DJ was the amount of ass he got. Being one of the most popular DJs on the West Coast, Kazaana was in high demand for club and music industry events. Tonight he was playing a set at and industry party for Demon Recording Studios. It just so happened that his best friend, Inuyasha Taisho was the co-owner and a producer at Demon Studios. This Demon party was the event of the year. Producers, promoters, designers, models, musicians, anyone and everyone that was on the come-up was there. Miroku was to be part of the night's entertainment. It was almost 11:30pm and his set would start soon.

"Hey Miroku, you're up next!" Miroku felt a tug on his ponytail. He turned around to see Inuyasha motioning for Miroku to join him.

Miroku gave the model a polite kiss on the cheek. "Gotta go, sexy. The stage is calling my name," he said into her ear while his hand slid from around her waist to cup her ass. He gave it a light squeeze as he walked away. Giggling, the model gave him a cheeky wave goodbye.

"I have no idea how you haven't been accused of sexual harassment, yet," Inuyasha scoffed. Miroku smiled and shrugged.

Inuyasha and Miroku stepped on a low-rise stage.

"Man," Inuyasha grumbled. "Shesshomaru is supposed to do this announcing bullshit."

Miroku chuckled. Shessomaru, Inuyasha's older brother and the other co-owner of Demon Studios was usually doing the public speaking.

As Miroku started adjusting his setup, Inuyasha leaned into a mic and announced, "Now for your enjoyment, your favorite DJ and my best friend...Kazaanaaaaaa!"

Miroku threw one hand up, pressed the space bar on his laptop. The party erupted with a roar at the first beat of the track. Miroku smiled and knew that his ego would only keep growing through the rest of the party. This is what he lived for. The glory. The music. The young artist scanned the crowd as he bobbed with the pulsing baseline. One of his favorite things to do during his sets was people watch. Miroku scanned the party, watching people dancing, mingling, and laughing.

Suddenly, his attention was brought to the end of the bar where the most beautiful woman he had ever seen stood. She wore a high ponytail, an oversized denim jacket covered in buttons, and a look of disinterest on her face. Her body language suggested she was waiting for someone. In her hands were two colorful drinks which she sipped simultaneously. Her body was the perfect hourglass shape. Miroku hypothesized this woman was around his age. Although she seemed guarded, she was intriguing. Miroku watched as the corners of her mouth turned down and her head bob with approval of his transition to the next track. For some reason Miroku couldn't take his eyes of this woman. I'm going to look for her after my set. Maybe I'll even get lucky with her.

Miroku's set finished around 1:30am. As he walked off the stage, he was flocked by club promoters and fellow DJs.

"Hey Miroku, can we get a Kazaana collab?"

"Could you open for this band next month?"

Miroku waved them off.

"Sorry guys," he said, shrugging the hoards off. "You'll have to speak to my manager." Miroku scanned the party for Inuyasha but couldn't spot him. He decided to look for the girl. Heading toward the bar, Miroku caught sight of a long ponytail. It was the mystery woman! She was talking to some douchey looking guy who left towards the bar.

I guess he's getting her a drink.

The dancing beauty was mesmerizing. Miroku couldn't bring himself to approach her. Her aura was intimidating—and not much intimidated Miroku. The young DJ was about to ignore his intense interest in the woman and find a groupie to sleep with when douche lord came back to the woman.

Sango shuddered at her—- 5th? 6th? She had lost count how many shots she had taken. She needed to be drunk for this.

"Can I get a midori sour and a pineapple vodka," she asked the bartender.

The bartender gave her a nod and went to fill Sango's request. Sango hated the taste of alcohol, hence the fruity drinks. She hated alcohol but needed to be drunk in order to enjoy the "most important party in the music business" as Kagome had told her. A warm fuzzy feeling flowed through her body as the bartender placed her drinks in front of her.

The goal for the night was to network and have fun. Sango had no idea where Kagome had wandered off to. They were at Inuyasha Taisho's party. Sango was the lead guitarist of the Shikon Jewels, an all-girl funk fusion band. Her best friend Kagome was the lead singer. Sango, Kagome, and Inuyasha were all friends but Kagome and Inuyasha knew each other the longest. Inuyasha had offered to produce the Shikon Jewels' music once the band had gained some popularity amongst locals. The Taisho brothers were tycoons in the music industry. Inuyasha was a great producer despite all the quarreling and butting heads with Kagome. Kagome would deny it but there was definitely something happening between she and Inuyasha. Sango didn't know why they wouldn't just admit it already. It would definitely make these events less awkward. Sango sighed. She was getting impatient waiting for Kagome to return. No doubt Kagome had found Inuyasha and they were bickering about something. Or maybe drunk enough to be making out somewhere.

As she sipped herself into drunkenness, Sango bobbed her head to the music.

This DJ isn't too bad, she thought. She hated when DJ's played tacky remixes or boring shit.

At her wits end, Sango decided to go search for Kagome. The party crowd was filled with interesting people. Sango recognized some faces but was too drunk at this point to say hello. Drinks in tow, she continued to navigate the party until she heard a shrill voice yelling something about, "putting up with Kikyo for too long."

There she is. I wonder what happened to set Kags off this time. Kagome came into view. Her hands were in fists at the scene in front of her: a slumped Kikyo with her arms locked around Inuyasha's neck.

"Fuckin' a," Sango mumbled.

"It's not what it looks like, woman," Inuyasha snarled at Kagome. Struggling to free himself from Kikyo's grip, he tried explaining to Kagome what happened. "She probably did too much coke with the guys in Soul Eaters! She snuck up on me!"

Sango drunkenly walked up to the arguing pair. Being with her friends brought her inebriated mood up.

"Hey guyssss," she slurred. She leaned her elbow on Kagome's shoulder. "Why do you always have to fight? Ha ha ha..."

Inuyasha, still struggling to free himself, looked to Sango for help but then realized she was too far gone to be useful.

He pleaded, "C'mon guys. I have shit to do right now! I needed to announce the next artist, like, five minutes ago." Sango gave Kagome a raised eyebrow.

"Fine," Kagome groaned as she pried Kikyo off Inuyasha. "Come on, Kikyo. Time to sober up."

Sango chuckled. Kagome was so nice even to Inuyasha's messy ex-girlfriend. Sango knew they weren't friends and didn't understand how Kagome could be so generous with Kikyo. Sango somehow helped Kagome bring Kikyo to safety. The next thing she knew, she was dancing with Kagome in the crowd. A good looking man came up to her and offered to buy her a drink.

"Yeah, I could use another drink," she told him. The guy disappeared into the crowd and then was suddenly right there again with a drink in hand. Sango eagerly snatched the drink from his hands and threw it back. She was so intoxicated that it tasted like water.

"Care to dance," the man asked Sango. Sango gave Kagome a look and Kagome nodded. Sango didn't usually give nameless men a chance but Kagome was always telling Sango to "live it up" and "be free".

The man took Sango's hand and pulled her to him. At this point, Sango didn't care who he was and was enjoying the feeling the alcohol was giving her.

The music began to sound muffled. Sango began to feel the negative effects of the liquor.

She leaned into her dancing partner and said, "I feel funny. Is it just me or is the music getting softer?" Sango felt her legs give out and she stumbled into her new friend's arms.

"You're fine," he assured her with a smile. His features were beginning to blur.

He whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here."

Eyes half open, Sango furrowed her brow. Wait, where's Kagome?

She resisted the man who was holding her wrist in a tight grip. Just as she was about to protest, Sango felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her in the opposite direction of the man who was trying to coax her away. She turned to see a set of indigo irises. The eyes belonged to a very attractive guy who seemed very confident.

"Hey babe," said the newcomer. "I had wondered where you'd gone!" The hand around her waist dropped and a hand cupped her bottom.

"What the f—," Sango slurred.

Fuck, why do I always attract creeps! Sango took a defensive stance but she couldn't make her arms move that way she wanted.

New guy was way too friendly for Sango's liking. His hand slid down to rest right at the top of her backside.

"H-hey!" she exclaimed.

The guy she had been dancing with had suddenly vanished.

A fuming Sango looked up at Mr. Touchy-Feely and swung her arm back, ready to strike. Unfortunately, she lost her balance and fell right into the man's chest. Blushing like crazy, Sango tried to straighten back up. Her legs felt heavy.

"Miss, are you alright?" The stranger's voice was low and soothing. "Miss?"

Is it just me or is everything slowing down? This was Sango's last thought before everything went black.