Hello everyone ^_^. Welcome to Stir Crazy. I hope you enjoy it! I warn of language, stupidity, and a bit of amusement. As for a disclaimer, this is a fanfic site. Do I really need to point out that these characters aren't mine?



Story Dictionary

*Kara no Tsuki - Empty Moon

*-niisan - elder brother; title of respect to an older boy

*-kun - term of familiarity towards a boy (usually used only by girls in reference to boys)

*-san - term of respect

*-chan – term of endearment

*maa ne – yeah well; oh well; that's life; etc etc

*Ohayo – Good Morning

*-sama – term of high respect (usually used towards someone in high power or more specifically someone you actually respect); it's also a way of showing endearment. It's hard to explain. Kodachi says Ranma-sama (Ranma ½). If you use it this way, you're still implying that the other person is in charge

*youkai – the Japanese version of a demon, though youkai aren't the same as demons. The word demon is usually associated with some ugly evil looking thing. Youkai are not human (though appearances can be deceiving ^-^). Shippou, for instance, is one of the sweetest creatures and a youkai.

*Ite- Ouch ( it's the cutest sound ^-^. It can be repeated too --- Itetetete )

Author's NOTEs: So before you go on, I'd just to say I hope you enjoy the story. This is my first AU fic and my first time for writing a few of the characters like Rin, Houjou, Sess, etc. So please let me know if I'm doing a good job. Otherwise, I'll never know and I'll keep pissing you off with my horrible writing.

IMPORTANT: For fic writers anyway. There's something I've noticed some writers do that's been grinding on my nerves. I'd like to clarify right now that Miroku uses no form of a title for Sango. He simply calls her Sango. I swear. Want a scan? And she calls him Houshi-sama. ALL the time. Now if you lead up to her calling him Miroku, well that's just peachy :D, but the only main character Miroku uses a title for is Kagome (- sama). And maybe Kaede and Kikyou, I can't remember. And new people, but who really cares about them?



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The monotonous sound of typing. Random office machinery humming in the background. Doesn't matter what kind really. Bubbling from the water dispenser. The simple, yet elegant design of her spacious, well-lit office. The whole lonely room to yourself. A lovely view of Tokyo city, 27 stories high.

Not a bad life if you consider the view.

Still, nineteen year old Hazumi Rin leaned back and stretched her arms, working an internship for a big company like Kara no Tsuki Corp. wasn't so bad. The pay sucked, but her boss was a decent guy.

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"Ohayo Kagome-sa~~~an!"

Higurashi Kagome, 23, smiled at the child running up to her from the other end of the Shibuya* market square. "Well hello. And how are you Nakao-chan?"

Nakao beamed up at Kagome as she hid something behind her back. "I have something for you!"

"Really? I wonder what it could be…"

Nakao nearly burst from her excitement. "My little brother helped me pick them out." She quickly displayed her prize, a lovely arrangement of young knotweed*. "The leaves looked like hearts, so I thought you'd like them." She paused to hand Kagome the bunch. "…Do you like them?"

Kagome laughed lightly. "Of course I do!" She crouched down and gave Nakao a hug. "I'll treasure them."

Nakao smiled brightly. "Good." Kagome nearly laughed as she watched Nakao run back to her mother. Children were such a fun handful. She grinned. Especially hers.

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What the fuck…? Where the…? Twenty seven year old Soryo Miroku cursed at his disorientation, realizing the bright rays of morning were peeking through the blinds. He buried his head further under his pillow. Damn blinds. Never did work the right way. And now he was behind schedule. Late. Damn……..What had possessed him to stay up so late last night? He grinned. Oh yeah. The women.

He slid out of bed and turned on a dim light next to his computer. 9:07…

He had an appointment in an hour with an informant. Maybe she'd be cute…

He scanned the report on the screen. Good, all the need to know on Kara no Tsuki had downloaded without a trace. The basics were pretty simple and dedicated to the regular structure of a major business. Easy enough to follow.

He grinned. Now for all the sordid details.

After breakfast.

Mmm…McDonalds…

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Damn. Slam! Corporate. Slam! JERK! Slam SLAM!

Sango stepped back from the punching bag, out of breath, and wiped her forehead. She stared at the bag as it were the cause of her frustration . She hated most people solely intended on making money. They were greedy, selfish jackasses that didn't seem worth her time.

And yet, here she was, Sosaka Sango, 25 years old, and doing what she hated. But what did she really expect when she turned commerce lawyer? Not that jerk for sure…

She tugged on the velcro holding her gloves on and glanced at the clock. Ten past 9 am. An appointment in less than an hour. Damn velcro.

She looked in the mirror. Not bad today Sango. Maybe the sleep really was helping. As long as she could remember, sleep just wasn't something she fit in her schedule. When she was young, her mother had always scolded her for staying up too late. Then it was just her father. And now there was no one left but her.

A purring ball of fur circling her ankles caught her attention. She smiled. "Kirara." Picking up her two-tailed feline, she walked towards her room. Well, not completely alone.

Maa ne…

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Houjou, 25, hummed happily away while sorting a few cans onto the shelf in aisle 3. It would be a good day. All the shipments had come in. He was guaranteed the promotion to store manager next week. And Higurashi- san would be coming back soon from her errands in the market square.

"Ohayo Houjou-kun." Kagome smiled brightly as she passed Houjou's aisle. She was early? This day just kept getting better and better. Houjou abandoned his work and trailed after Kagome. He found her searching through the assortment of jellies.

"Try the cherry. It's new."

Kagome shook her head as she picked up a jar. "They don't care for it. I think I'll stick with grape. The kids love it." Houjou nodded as Kagome continued on her way. "I'm rushing a bit today. I don't think Souta can handle them all by himself for much longer."

"All?"

Kagome nodded while picking out some apples. "Twenty-two."

Houjou grinned. "Must be fun."

"It is." Kagome paused. "I must be missing something…"

Houjou sighed. "Juice?"

Kagome's face lit up. "Juice!"

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"Souta-niisan! Souta-niisan!"

Higurashi Souta, 15 years old, turned to face the little girl tugging on his pants. "Yes Ukyou?"

She gave him the largest puppy eyes she could muster. "I'm hungry…"

He smiled and crouched down in front of her. "Kagome is bringing a snack for everyone soon. Do you think you could wait a little bit longer?"

Ukyou pondered this for a moment, then raised her arms straight up.

Souta sighed as he picked up Ukyou and set her on his shoulders. "Better?"

A large smile appeared on Ukyou's face. "Uh huh!"

Another sigh. The things he would do.

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"Itetete…." Sango growled as she hit her arm while stepping out of the shower. She was so off today. Who knew someone could upset her so much? Maybe it would pass. It had better pass. It would pass.

Sango sighed and plopped onto her bed. Half an hour to get dressed and get there. She groaned, feeling a headache coming on. Where was that Advil? No time to think about it now. She walked into her closet and sifted through her business outfits, settling on a tan ensemble. Nothing too much. A nice classy white shirt, slightly low-cut in a v-shape. A tan knee-length skirt and jacket. Comfortable enough, yet quite stylish.

She grabbed a pair of tan heels and slipped them over her feet and grabbed her purse. Late late late. Definitely not a good morning…

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Hayaoki Inu Yasha walked rather slowly down the street, dressed in a long jacket and fully equipped with sunglasses. He hated this. Having to hide who he was in public. It was so stupid. Why couldn't fans just leave him alone? So he was bitter, so what? He was as normal as they were, wasn't he? Well, not the humans anyway. They were the reason he had to keep his human disguise in addition to being incognito. Pathetic. Stupid mindless jerks.

He paused as he passed a small grocery store, the lower level of an apartment building. Must get good business…

His eyes narrowed as a particular face caught his attention. Kikyou…? He was about to step in before the girl began laughing at something. He shook his head. That wasn't his Kikyou. She was so…fresh and lively. And pretty.

Just another stupid human. Just like his girlfriend. Inu Yasha kicked at some stones as he continued down the street. Or should he say ex? They had broken up. Again. Stupid stupid stupid.

Before he realized what was happening, a tan blur ran past him and into the grocery store followed by a jingle from the door's bell.

"Sango-chan!" The woman who had ran past him.

"Hi Kagome-chan!" There was a slight pause. So her name was Kagome…He leaned against the wall next to the door.

"I'm rushing today. I'm just here for a bottle of water."

"So what else is new? Where are you going today?"

Sango shrugged as she handed the boy behind the counter some money. "The usual. A meeting with someone important, right?"

Kagome laughed. Inu Yasha shivered. Her laugh was…real and…completely intoxicating.

"Aren't you late? With the kids I mean."

Kids?

"Souta's taking care of them for me. Until I get there at least."

Sango nodded. "I gotta run. I might stop by later tonight!"

Kagome smiled and waved Sango off. "Okay!"

Inu Yasha barely got out of the way as Sango pushed her way out the door and waved down her taxi. She was a rather attractive woman. Very defined, strong, but something hung about her. Something his senses were warning him of. As she stepped into the car, she glanced back at him and narrowed her eyes momentarily, then closed the door.

Odd. He was used to looks from people. But she…seemed to notice something…

Inu Yasha shook his head. What was he, stupid?

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Miroku gave himself a last check in the mirror. Positively spiffy. If there was anything he could admit about himself, it was that he knew how to dress. He had chosen a sleek pair of dark gray pants and jacket to match with a cream mock turtleneck. His hair was in his family's traditional dragontail for the men. Yeah…

He glanced back at the computer. Almost ten. So breakfast would have to wait. The disk was ready. He took it out and shut off his labtop, stuffing the disk in his briefcase. Can't keep his informant waiting too long, can he?

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24…25…

Sango checked her watch. 9:58.

26…27. Finally!

The elevator doors opened and Sango headed down the left hallway. Where the hell was that office? She had always seemed to get lost in office buildings like this, especially when she was late. Ah, there it was. Room 2716. She stood for a moment before the door, took a deep breath, and walked in. His secretary looked up.

"Hello Sosaka-san."

Sango smiled. His secretary was nice at least. "Am I late?"

"Nope. He's not even in yet."

Sango frowned. Jerk. "I'll just sit down then."

The girl smiled. "I'm sure he'll be right in. He probably just stopped somewhere for breakfast."

As opposed to her skipping breakfast so she could be here on time. Inconsiderate jerk.

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Miroku leisurely walked through the lobby towards the elevator. He wasn't considered late if he was in the building. He skimmed the crowd. Instead of his informant, he managed to find the owner of both the building and the business. Hayaoki Sesshomaru. Never use his first name without the last. He grinned. Even though no one knew it, Sesshomaru was a youkai. Full-blood. Well, the underground knew it. Everyone there did. And with good reason. He had been known since the Sengoku era, 5 centuries ago. Ever since his father died, leaving behind two sons. Two half- brothers. And one heir to the western lands. Sesshomaru was it.

The bell of the elevator rang, letting everyone know it was ready for the next load. Miroku watched as Sesshomaru entered the same elevator. A small smirk passed across Miroku's lips. He worked on the same level as Sesshomaru. That had been a pain in the ass to arrange. But he was much easier to observe now. Miroku was considered a financial consultant. Easy stuff. A fun cover job that paid pretty well and covered most of his…other expenses.

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Sango checked her watch, again. Where the hell was he? Now she was getting pissed. She'd only been working here a month, but his habit of taking care of his business that wasn't her before her was beginning to get on her nerves. She was his damn lawyer.

The click of the door knob turning caught her attention. Finally!

She stood as the glass door swung open. "Ohayo Sesshomaru-sama. Sosaka-san is here for your 10 o' clock."

"Thank you Rin."

Sesshomaru gave a cool glance towards Sango. She merely picked up her briefcase and followed him into his office, unfazed. Youkai. They were all idiots, no matter what airs they put on.

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NOTEs: So~~~o, what do you think? Did you think Miroku was going to meet Sango? :P So how does Sango know Sesshomaru is a youkai? Did he tell her? And where's Miroku going? What about Kagome's kids? And ooo, conspiracy…

*Shibuya, a prime shopping district of Tokyo and a place to be seen, really exists. As to its hours, I dunno. I found a nifty article about music in Toyko and it was mentioned there. Check it out: http://www.asiaweek.com/asiaweek/99/0604/feat1.html

*Japanese knotweed is basically a common weed (if you couldn't guess by the name). Think dandelions, but not as pretty. Its leaves are shaped like hearts and its stem becomes very hard. For this reason, it's also called Japanese bamboo. I mentioned young because once it matures, knotweed can reach 10 feet and its leaves become around 6 inches long and 3-4 inches wide. Botany lesson of the day ^-^.