Woo. This chapter was radically changed from the original TBK chapter 2. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own Sesshomaru of Inuyasha

The other characters are mine, js.

"Eiko, Biko, Shiko. I have a new assignment for you.", three heads turned toward the origin of the voice. The heads held the exact same haircut, the exact same glasses, and the exact same make up. The face shapes and features were different, of course. They all wore the same psuedo-law enforcement outfit in black. "Another photograph got through the censors. Sesshomaru is quite nauseous because of it. I'll need you three to pick it up from his guard." With a nod, they departed.

The origin of the voice was a woman with obvious crow's feet on her face and gray hair with weird patches of different colored grays. Her face was kindly but her expression was irritated. "Those damn fangirls," she muttered, "making my life complicated.". She began to rummage through some drawers on her worn, cheap desk. As she shuffled through the contents, her simple office phone rang. She reached for the dial pad and pressed the speaker button.

"Emily, it's Amy, main receptionist at Yumi's House of Bishie, I've been asked to call and request that you immediately head for the "usual place". By Ms. Watanabe...", quickly spurted Amy.

She sighed, "I'll be right there."; and stood, hanging up the phone, grabbing the coat which had been haphazardly draped upon her cheap office chair and exiting the gigantic cubicle-hell labeled "Security & Prevention Center YHB; Moss, Leif, & Watanabe".

Upon arriving at the upscale bar, slipping past the beefy bouncer, the chatty hoards of fangirls over the drinking age and the additional security in the back; she entered a plainly-doored room marked "Employees Only" and plopped down on the only wooden bench across from Yumi: who'd hastily changed into an unassuming tracksuit. "'sup,", she asked as she knocked on the door and yelled for "James" to bring her some vodka.

"Emily, this isn't a casual meeting.", Keith explained. He sat next to her in a sleek, expensive suit. He was in his thirties, at least 20 years younger than her; they were coworkers.

"Shut up, Leafy, you don't have to deal with the same amount of shit I do. I'm aggravated and tired and a shot really would make my life easier right now.", she exclaimed. "James" opened the door and handed her a glass and a bottle. She nodded at the garishly dressed James and began to open the bottle.

"Emily, put it down please. This is a serious ma–", Keith began.

"'James', toss in another glass.", Yumi yelled as she crossed her arms. "Keith, this is a serious matter, but Emily is stressed and she needs something in her system for the effects my news is going to bring about." 'James' opened the door, reached out, and slid a glass at Yumi. "As you both know, keeping my bishies secure is difficult, and jarring, but you guys try the best to keep them well and comfortable despite the sheer numbers of insane fangirls. I'd like to inform the two of you that a bishie of ours has been murdered by a third party. And that, since I received no word from either of you, it appears as though the city's police force were the first to find the body.", she announced.

"Damn it. Fuck damn it.", Emily stuttered. Keith's face turned to chalk.

"Was he one of mine...?", he inquired nervously.

"No. He was one of my nephew's. He's overseas right now, so it's always possible–"

"Yumi, I warned you that it was a bad idea to have your heir direct a portion of the ranks of boyguards. Now I'm even more fucking swamped since the rest of this mess will naturally be my responsibility.", Emily declared as she chugged down a round.

"I now see how right you were. I've already removed him from his SPC responsibilities. Keith, you're in charge of all guards now.". Emily temporarily shined while Keith grimaced.

"Yumi, you're aware of how much more work that is. I can't handle that."

"It's fine, Keith. Along with the transfer of power, I granted individual guards more control over security than ever before in my years in this business. With most bishies watched over by seasoned guards, it shouldn't cause any problems."

"You have yet to address how I'm going to deal with this, Yumi. I suppose you want me to investigate? You want me to find the murderer/cause of death? I'm busy. I'm swamped." Emily ran a hand through her hair, exasperated.

"The police chief will deal with that. I've striked a deal. New patrol cars and computers for them and we get their complete cooperation. What I'm going to need from you is your three top agents to work independently to verify whatever they find."

Emily sighed, "That's a relief, but my best three? I really can't afford even one of my mediocre agents at this point. You know how times are."

"Emily, please. To appease your previous requests I've tightened security everywhere and opened more funds for your department. I really can't take another death. I really can't deal with even the death of one of my own, much less more if the murderer goes after more."

"Alright. But I hope that you see now that fangirls aren't as harmless and simple-minded as you believed them to be–" as Emily puffed herself up to begin a speech on the evils of fangirls, Keith spoke up.

"Yumi, how are you going to break the news? This is more important, Emily, than preaching."

Next chapter will actually move the story forward you guys, I promise. ;3

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~Kijo Asuka