Miroku groaned, cracking open his eyes and smacking his dry lips. He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the alley. Instead, he was in a high-end office, situated in a 70-storey skyscraper. In fact, he was currently on the 69th floor and a loud thumping noise could be heard close by, along with a few yells. He counted internally, 5…4…3…2… and on 1, a man, or rather, a half-demon, burst through the wooden office door, causing it to fly off its hinges and crash into a wall of windows.

"You dumb fuck! I want you in my office in five minutes," hollered the hanyou*.

Although he knew his beloved boss was seething with rage, Miroku took the time to stretch his sore body and crack a few stiff joints.

"I'll be there, my darling," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, which only infuriated the other man more.

"You better be. I went out of my fucking way to haul your idiotic ass out of that alley! What the fuck were you even doing there?"

"Ah-ta-ta." He waggled his finger at him. "That's none of your concern."

"I bet you were chasing another bitch! I thought I fucking told you to stop your god damn lecherous habits!"

"Shhhhh. You're making my fragile ears bleed. And women shouldn't be referred to by such a derogatory term. They are delightful and wonderful gifts of nature and should be treated with the utmost respect and…"

"Fuck that shit! Just get your ass upstairs!"

With a quick don't-fuck-with-me point of a finger, the half-demon stormed off in a huff. Miroku simply stretched some more and stood up from his comfy chaise longue*. Yet another day at work, he thought happily.

Motherfuckin' piece of shit. Stupid stupid stupid!

"Hey, that desk you're tearing up is expensive. I don't want to have to call in yet another replacement."

"Oh shut it. I'm not doing that much damage to it," mumbled the hanyou. "Besides, that's not that fucking important. How soon do you think I can go?"

"Well, that depends. How long ago did you have a drink?"

An irritated look streaked across the hanyou's face and his claws dug deeper into the wood. Miroku raised up his hands.

"It was a joke man. You really need to lighten up."

"You didn't answer my fucking question!" His amber colored eyes glowed with anger.

"You'll be able to go very soon. I just need to grease the wheels a little more and then we'll be all set."

The half-demon's head dipped and turned the other way. "That's all I needed to hear. You can go now."

But Miroku refused to leave and walked over to him.

"If there's anything you have to get off your chest, I'm here for you," he said, and with an added cough, "…buddy."

"Shit man. What if…what if it doesn't work out?" His ears drooped ever so slightly, but his friend patted his back in sympathy.

"Don't worry. You've got a number of…good qualities. You just need to learn to swear less. And not look so pissed all the time. And wear shoes more often. And keep your back straight. And…"

"Fuc- Geez. I get it, I get it. You don't have to rub it in."

"Ah, but that's what I'm paid to do. Anyway, don't be such a sad little puppy, Inuyasha. I'm sure it will all go smoothly."

Inuyasha remained silent and turned his head to look out the windows at the city with its many bright lights. His gaze dropped towards a dark, concentrated mass that looked as if it was boiling. He sighed deeply.

"I fucking hope you're right."

hanyou = half-demon

chaise longue = a really fancy lounge chair; like super fancy, yo

Author's Note: Sorry again for another late update! I'm probably going to be just as slow from now on because of my other obligations. Also I've been sick. And um, yeah. Hope you all understand...some more!