City of Angels

by Rikaku

General Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I own this plot and Yoko-san.

Genre: Romance/Angst/Adventure (I hope…)

Written: December 29, 2005 and December 30, 2005

Posted: December 30, 2005 - Revamped: January 2, 2006

Author's Note: Just wanted to say that you shouldn't read this fiction if you don't like strong language. Inuyasha curses a lot (later), and Miroku's one dumbass perverted freak (also later). Would anyone agree to beta me? I'd appreciate it… and there'd be virtual cookies… or ramen… whatever you like… I'm a virtual magician. Once I got my friends all the virtual manga they wanted…

Prologue: Universally Disguised

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On the steps of a large office, a lone man stood tall. He had midnight black hair, tinted blue in some light and silver in others. Lean and truthfully, delicate looking, the man could have been mistaken for a girl at first glance with his small frame. It may have been that his hair was past his waist, or that he was standing next to an exceptionally large pillar, but he seemed to be rather short as well. One would guess his height at no more than 5' 6" – based upon first impressions.

But upon closer examination, one would realize that he was, in fact, not a girl, nor was he particularly short. Really, he was quite tall, 6' ½", and any other man would be dwarfed by his aura. His confident stance, head held high, was defiant seeming as the man waited for his official to arrive. Body language conveyed that the man would squash his foes to protect those he cared for, and nothing, not even something as final as death, would stop him from doing so.

Sensing that someone was watching him, the man turned his head around, hair whipping backwards in haste. Glaring upon the darkness, he twisted his fingers together, allowing his glove to scrunch up. Hurriedly, he tugged up and down to make it respectably smooth. His face was every bit feminine seeming as his body, the high cheekbones, and fine nose. The most striking features of all, though, were the unique pair of violet eyes glaring at the street. They were sharp and narrowed in the direction he felt the stare.

Finally he turned around entirely, showing his clothing to the mysterious watcher. Her wore a dark blue suit without a tie and a purple undershirt. His coat was slightly too large for him, it actually looked three sizes too large, and the sleeves went past his thumbs and stopped before the tips of his fingers. His pants also looked a few sizes too large, as they hung at an odd angle on his waist, held up by a black belt, and the legs bunched at his feet. The dark blue pant legs almost completely covered the black shoes the man was wearing; a mismatch, apparently, since they were black combat boot and not the normal dress shoes one would expect.

Looking around, he found his secret admirer, and blinked before shaking his head. Letting out a visible sigh, the man sprinted down the stairs, managing not to trip over his large clothes, before coming to a stop at the last step. He arched a black eyebrow and glared at the person on the bottom, who was also male.

"Holy fuck. Man, you really got into your role, huh?" The stranger at the bottom greeted, sticking out his hand to shake. As they shook, the man who spoke gazed at the man above and in front of him, the icy blue eyes trying to memorize every detail.

The girl-like man simply glared as he shook hands, before withdrawing his own hand and stuffing it into a pocket. Speaking slowly and monotonously, he answered, "If one is to be in disguise, one must play the part, goshujin."

The individual addressed as 'goshujin' rolled his eyes before grunting out, "Yeah, but frankly, Inuyasha-kun, the way you fit into your roles as if they were made for you is scary. We'll never be able to replace you when you retire."

"Who stated I was to retire?" Inuyasha questioned, blinking. His voice, more composed than his appearance, was hovering between low female voice and moderate male pitch. Sighing, he turned his head away and spoke again, "Yoko-kyō, I am only 25. I shall not retire from the private investigation firm for another 15 years – at the least."

Yoko-san grumbled a bit before raising his voice high enough for Inuyasha to hear, "Even so, dear boy, you've only been in the business for 2 years, and already you've taken the slot of top spy. No matter what, you're in the firm's history books."

"Don't not call me such impudent names," Muttered Inuyasha, obviously having gone through the same routine several times before, and he was getting very tired of it, "I will not ask you again; I will simply leave."

After accenting the word 'leave' in his threat, Yoko-san, gulped and nodded, motioning for Inuyasha to follow him. "I'm sorry, Chōsakan Tōshi-san; I did not intend to offend you. Now, shall we get down to business?"

Holding open the double doors to the office Inuyasha had been waiting outside of, the fatter police investigator indicated that Inuyasha should enter before him – a great sign of respect in their part of the world. In any other part of the world, these two outsiders would have been extremely rude to allow their guest to go before hand. Who knew demented, evil, vindictive human had left bombs in a public, or even private, area?

Flashing his eyes upward, a sign of exasperation and annoyance, Inuyasha entered and then held the door for Yoko-san to enter through. They had always been traditional, from their part of Japan, but it was getting tedious at times to be forced to keep such a hold on their own culture in an alien area. Frankly, Inuyasha wouldn't have minded to have simply walked through the door like normal men. He quickly tired of being stuck in Kyoto. Having to watch Negaine-san for a month had not helped at all.

Finishing the year as the last surviving operative of the Chōsakan's Rōdōkumiai in Kyoto was not even an added bonus. 'I am supposed to save the lives of people, and instead have thousands of recruits trying to be like me and end up getting killed'. Inuyasha thought sullenly, as he ambled over to a couch and sat, signaling that he was tired of waiting for the 'Special Report' Yoko-san had received in the morning.

"Well, Yoko-kyō, please. Do not delay this matter further. What was of such grave importance that you were compelled to wake me up at 15 past 12 o'clock?" Inuyasha inquired, trying to sound both annoyed and enthusiastic. Unfortunately, all of his effort was for naught, his voice was still monotonous and drawled out; the only true emotion he had felt the entire time was irritation.

Flashing his investigator a sheepish grin, Yoko-san almost began to retell his report, to attempt to truncate it without missing any important details. But then, deciding better of it, he simply handed Inuyasha the folder and stated, "Your next case."

Raising his eyebrow, Inuyasha took the file folder and began to flitter through anything he found 'sufficiently wasteful.' Pulling out the summary paper he remarked, "You really need to learn how to organize better, goshujin. The summary is supposed to be in the front."

"Well, Tōshi-san, I was going to verbally inform you of the situation, but I thought better of it. Perhaps you would prefer to here my summary and read the rest of the report if you take the case?" Yoko-san questioned, trying to please his best investigator. He didn't want to lose Inuyasha Tōshi until the guy retired.

No one knew where the kid came from, but at the age of 23, looking more like a seventeen year old to be honest, Inuyasha Tōshi marched through the doors of the Chōsakan's Rōdōkumiai and neatly demanded that they hire him. That year, the chōsakan's were having a bit of trouble recruiting people, so naturally they allowed him to register for a spot on a squad. After completing all the necessary paperwork and passing all such hurdles of becoming an investigator, spy, and policeman, Inuyasha had taken his first case.

It was the one case that no one else wanted, and the reason for the firm's short-handedness. Most of the recruits that tried out for the job had come back terrified as two-year olds within a couple days, and no one knew why. So when Inuyasha Tōshi, rookie and youngster – he was actually a little under the normal register's age, but they were desperate – took the folder and left for his mission, people in the firm expected him to come back within two days scared out of his pants.

Three weeks later and they still heard nothing from the young man; but on the eve of the fourth week, Inuyasha stepped into the office calmly and asked when he would be getting his next case. He had walked past the receptionist's desk without so much as a word and sauntered to the head office, where a man by the name of Sesshoumaru Taishou ran the firm. Taishou-san had looked Inuyasha up and down, wondering how such a girly man could ever have finished a job that 30 tall and burly recruits, and even experienced field officers, couldn't handle.

Laying down a clearly typed report, Inuyasha had grabbed the next hardest case he could find – another one that everyone in the business seemed to be avoiding – and strolled out the door without saying anything else or stealing a backwards glance. Two weeks later, the young man repeated the process until all of the avoided cases had been dealt with.

All of his reports were specific, and not one detail was missing. His spy work was perfect, and not a single person ever suspected him. He made proper calls in arresting the perpetrators of the law. He was only 23. Inuyasha had been announced the firm's best all-around agent within a year, about twelve days shy of his 24th birthday, by Sesshoumaru Taishou.

Now the firm would probably be in chaos if their finest and quickest rising officer and investigator just up and left. The man responsible would then, most definitely, be fired by Taishou-san. Yoko-san rather liked his current job; it paid enough so that his wife wouldn't have to worry about working, and could instead stay home and take care of their children. That decided, he would do everything within his power to make sure that Inuyasha Tōshi didn't leave because of him.

"Okay, so Inuyasha, here are the basics. You are going to Tokyo to watch a very important young woman. She is the daughter of Kajiya Higurashi, and-"

"Wait. Kajiya Higurashi as in the man who has enough money to buy half of Japan, correct? Aren't he and his wife divorced?" Inuyasha interrupted quickly, gesturing with his fingers to pause the man in front of him.

"Why, yes indeed. Anyway, his daughter is still in high school, but we have heard that there are several people in Tokyo who are currently unhappy with the Higurashi's financial status verses their own, so we have reason to believe that someone will attempt to kidnap her. Your position in all of this will be-"

"To pretty much baby-sit Higurashi-san and make sure nothing happens to her, correct? Why me? A rookie could be working on this case." Inuyasha drawled out, looking at his fingernails uninterestedly. He glanced up at his 'superior' and stared.

Coughing nervously and re-adjusting his tie, a habit under pressure, Yoko-san sighed and carefully worded his next sentence, as to not offend Inuyasha. "You see, though you are the most experienced, and yes, a rookie would probably be able to handle this, you are the only candidate, really. Though you are older than a few of the new recruits, you still look much younger. You, eh, could easily blend into the high school, while most of our other universal officers would require lots of time to prepare their appearance."

Sitting up straighter, and looking more official than even Taisho-san in his perfect suit, Inuyasha locked eyes with Yoko-san. "So the firm chose me based upon my boyish appearance?"

"In essence… yes." Yoko-san gulped, hoping that Inuyasha would see that they, once again, required him to do a specific job. This specific job. It also seemed as if most of the younger looking people in the firm didn't want to re-experience high school either. "Tōshi-san?"

Sighing while standing up, Inuyasha rolled his eyes and said, "Well that settles it. When do I leave for Tokyo?"

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Ending Note: That was the prologue. Only 2000-ish words… that sucks. Chapter 1 should be up in a day or so. Please review or e-mail me and tell me how I can make this story better. Don't worry. Though this may sound like some random undercover cop falls in love with the person he's suppose to protect, it's not. Twists and Turns, my friends. Twists and Turns.

Oh, and for reading through my prologue… Virtual cookies for everyone!