6718788 yen :: 60K american

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Back to the Future

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Taking a long shuddering breath, Inuyasha's nerves were frayed right down to the quick. The woman at the front desk had ushered him in here roughly thirty minutes or so ago and still no one had come in this hellhole. The interview room was tasteful in a corporate, standardized sort of way - nothing interesting enough to cause offence no matter what a person's preferences might be. Small, square, bland with two plastic chairs, a table that'd seen better days and an empty water dispenser. The window was cracked, allowing a faint but still very present smell of car exhaust to flow into the room. The walls were cream and bare save a small blaring neon sign above the door.

Despite the terrible décor, at least with this interview they'd actually done more than just give him a very forced smile and waiting until they thought he wouldn't notice before dropping that all important piece of paper into their trash can. It'd been a painful week to say the least. Kagome had been arriving home hours after she promised to be home and he'd been rejected from enough jobs to build a veritable portfolio of how many things he wasn't qualified to do. It didn't help that he didn't have any papers. That was a more significant obstacle than either of them foresaw and one that seemed damn near impossible to solve. Wasn't like there was a look alike running around to get some extra backup documents by feigning their own were lost.

Rapping his claws anxiously against the worn wooden table, Inuyasha let out a shuddering sigh and bounced his knee anxiously. He wasn't even really sure what this job was even for if he was being perfectly honest. He hadn't bothered to even ask specifics when he turned in the application. All he cared about was that 'help wanted' sign in the window.

Just as he closed his eyes to run over the long list of things Kagome helped him memorize, the door swung open and a good looking, blue eyed, ebony haired man about his age suddenly sauntered in holding a small packet before plopping down at the seat across from him. Blinking rapidly, the hanyou's brain went into overdrive at the man who looked just like...

"Miroku," Inuyasha whispered breathlessly before realizing what a strange thing it was to say to the doppelgänger when the man merely cocked his head to the side and gave him a strange grin.

"I've been called many things but that's not one of them," the man snickered as he dumped the contents of the small manila envelope onto the table, "You know, normally I'd count it against you that you forgot your ID at home but anyone who was this so neatly prepared and had a friend nice enough to run across town to deliver it I just had to meet."

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Inuyasha felt a sense of dread flood over him as the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. They too had thought he had documents.

"Alright, lets see, lets see," the man muttered to himself as he rifled through the papers haphazardly - tossing aside those which he believed to be irrelevant, "So Arioka Inuyasha, born 1979, dropped out of school in the eight grade, experience in security..."

Jaw dropping in surprise, Inuyasha quickly tried to compose himself as the man sighed heavily and moved a solitary hand to rub at his jaw as though he was deep in thought.

"You know, I feel like I've met you before," the man said slowly as he gave the hanyou a once over, "So I'll tell you what. Since you've got some experience in security, I'll give you the body guard position on a probationary basis but if I get killed, I'll be seriously pissed off."

"If you get killed..." Inuyasha asked slowly as he gave the man an incredious look, "Who are you exactly?"

"That's not surprising that you don't know," the man laughed heartily before adding as he gave the hanyou an expectant smile, "I'm the heir to the Super Sentai franchise."

"The what now?" Inuyasha asked as his face flushed a light pink and he fidgeted slightly in his seat. The man's brows shot up into his unruly hair before he composed himself and gave the silver haired man a pleasantly surprised smile, "It's a really popular series. It's even reached the United States. They call it Power Rangers there."

Shaking his head slowly, Inuyasha chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck as he tried to come up with a proper response.

"Don't feel obligated to kiss my ass," the monk look alike chuckled, "The only thing you'll really need to be worried about is people trying to kidnap me to get ransom every once in a while."

"I do know a thing or two about people getting kidnapped," Inuyasha snickered as he rolled his eyes. It seemed like every other day back during the jewel search Kagome had managed to get herself kidnapped by some demon or another. Humans would be much easier to defeat.

"Really," the man chuckled good naturedly, "Well that's good I guess. Can you start tomorrow?"

"How much does it pay?" Inuyasha asked suddenly - Kagome's checklist of things to ask popping back into his head," And...and what are the hours?"

"Oh, uh...I guess I'll start you off at 6718788 yen?" the man stated flippantly, "And the hours would depend on what's happening that week and there is travel involved."

"O...kay..." Inuyasha responded slowly, "May I, uh, talk with my...my girlfriend about it?"

"Oh yeah, course you can," the man responded heartily before shrugging and grinning at him, "If you want it, just show up here tomorrow at 8. Busy day planned, lots to do."

"Alright," Inuyasha responded breathlessly as he stood up and made to leave before the man laughed and held up the small pile of documents.

"Don't forget these," the man offered kindly, "Make sure you bring the ID back tomorrow and your tax identification number and whatever weapon you prefer."

"Is a sword okay?" Inuyasha asked tentatively as he took the envelope with all those papers stacked awkwardly on top - to which the man's sapphire eyes widened as an excited grin spread over his face.

"Oh my god, yes!" the man enthused as he stood to shake his new body guard's hand and added much more subdued, "Well, okay, maybe not. You're resume says you're skilled in hand to hand combat so I'd prefer that to be honest. A sword limits where you can go - planes, trains and stuff like that - but this is gunna be great. Listen here's my card. Go to this address if you want this job in the morning."

As he turned to leave the small bland room with the small , Inuyasha felt as happy as a tornado in a trailer park. Finally he had something. Something to make that old man kiss his ass and prove that this was going to work out after all.