I - Froufrou
The smell of the room was a cloying mixture of fear, dampness, and the over-fragrant perfume used in excess to cover the other scents. He could smell all of it, though. His senses, buoyed by the half demon heritage his father had left him, were normally quite capable of detecting the faintest odors, but even that acuteness increased nine times over when he came in here. There was always the fear of being caught.
"InuYasha?"
"What?" The word came out as a growl, but the girl who had called him seemed unfazed, merely pausing to wipe her hands on an already stained apron.
"We're ready for you now…sir."
Still glowering, he followed the girl through a door into the room beyond. The earlier scents intensified, overlaying the sharp smell of disinfectant. Perching on the edge of a large sink, he glared at his guide.
"The usual?" she asked, smiling falsely.
"Yeah – and there better be no froufrou stuff this time."
"Of course, sir," she said, turning to go. "We wouldn't want another employee in the hospital."
"Feh, stupid girl," he muttered, smirking at the inhabitant of the sink next to him. Unlike the half-demon, she seemed to have no problems with froufrou stuff. "Pathetic poodle." Further grumbling was cut short by the arrival of a man with a pair of large scissors shoved into the pocket of his apron.
"Hello sir," the man said, sliding the scissors out. "Welcome to Pup Clips. My name's Bob, and I'll be your groomer today."
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NB: This is my first foray into InuYasha (or, really, any anime related fic) and it's the result of a six and a half hour long marathon that ran from about ten-thirty to five in the morning, during which I was exposed to most of the first season. Tell me if you want more of these snapshots – and next time it'll be another one've the gang.