Disclaimer: if I owned inuyasha there would be no-*takes deep breath* kikyo, naraku, jakin, kikyo, hojo, shippo, kikyo, yura …did I mention kikyo?
A/n SpongeMonkey- eep! Thanks for being my first reviewer! Is it really? I try! I read your poem, it kicked major butt!
Aamalie- Thanks for taking your valuable time to help me fix my story, much appreciated! I feel like such a baka for misspelling Sango! I tried to fix it; don't know if it worked! I will go over my future chapters, I'm a horrible speller and I was sooooooo tired yesterday! (I'm an exceedingly slow typist). I read Sweet Tooth, it's so clever! I loved it! Thanks again!
Ummm… I think that's all! Chapter II… here goes nothing!
Prisoner of the Heart
Chapter II: Doggies, Kitties, and Milk
Uh…for lack of a song…
Got Milk?
Third person POV
Miroku lay sprawled on top of his messy, dark blue and green bedcovers with the early morning sun shinning through the window, brightening his apartment bed room. He was starring at the ceiling, counting the number of dots it held. He was up to ninety-two. (A/n I wonder if Naraku can count that high?)
However, that wasn't what his mind was really on. He picked up a hacky-sack that was on the nightstand next to his bed, and threw it absently into the air.
Miroku had not been able to sleep, and had spent most of the night tossing and turning restlessly with the occasional trip to the fridge to make sure it hadn't magically attained more food other than the half full (optimistic^-^) milk carton, two slices of cheese, and a partially eaten hot dog with way to much mustard for his taste.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, it's the boy's first time living on his own, and let's just say his mommy always did the shopping. (Not to mention the laundry, but that's another story.)
He sighed, rolled over onto his rock hard stomach, (^-^) picked up the silver cordless phone from the floor where it had been carelessly tossed aside after a rather unpleasant conversation with his mother earlier in the week, and stared at it. He sighed again and dialed his best friend's number.
*Riiiiing* *Riiiiing* *Riiiiing* *Rii-*
A groggy voice was heard on the other line. "Nnfgg. Moshi moshi."
"Ohayou, Inuyasha!" Miroku chirped.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?" The sleepy boy asked with a touch of bitterness in his voice.
"What?" Miroku asked innocently.
"It's 5:32a.m., you crackpot! You woke me up!"
"And I'm ever so sorry. I can imagine you need all the beauty sleep you can get." Miroku said sarcastically.
"Darn right I nee-HEY!"
The dark haired boy sighed. Maybe he should give up picking on his friend in the morning? It was just too easy. "Inuyasha, listen. I've been up since…well, all night, actually. I keep thinking about that meeting I had with my client, yesterday. I have no idea where to go from here."
"You graduated from law school early, didn't you?"
"Yeah…"
"So what the heck do you want from me?"
"Look, she said that this sleazebag, Naraku, her ex-boyfriend, used to abuse her. She said he attacked her house once. When she dumped the slime, he threatened to get back at her. She's accused of murdering her parents and there's no way in heck she could have done it."
"She?" Inuyasha asked.
"Yeah, she, so?" Miroku asked a little confused.
"You have a female client?" Inuyasha continued with his interrogation.
"Yes, I have a female client. So what?"
"So how many times have you groped her?"
"Inuyasha, that's absurd! That would be unprofessional and unethical, how-only twice, but she slapped me both times."
"U-huh."
"Man, she had the perfect body! I-" Miroku's ranting was cut of by his friend.
"Don't you say that about every poor, unsuspecting girl that happens to cross you path by her misfortune?" Inuyasha inquired dryly.
"Inuyasha, every girl is special in her own, unique, attractive way! When one meets a new girl it's like…like a new song you hear on the radio." Miroku fumbled for an analogy to explain the wonders of dating to his clueless friend. "You don't like it at first but the more you listen to it, the more you like it and in time love it."
"Then find out that the band is all suicidal druggies." Inuyasha put in.
"Work with me here. Umm…ah! I know! Girls are like a box of chocolates! (^-^) They resemble each other on the out side but they are all different flavors on the inside, and you don't know what flavor they are until you take a bite!" (Literally, or otherwise.)
"Or you could just read the box." Inuyasha reasoned.
"Focus, Inuyasha, focus." Miroku continued, "I'd say Ms. Hariakotsu, my client is dark chocolate with a strawberry cream filling." His mouth started watering slightly. "A little bitter when you first see it, but in reality, as sweet as can be. What's your favorite flavor, Inuyasha?"
There was a pause on the other side of the phone as the silver haired boy took a moment to ponder this question about the deepest desires and needs of his heart and soul. "…Are there any ramen flavored chocolates?"
"Oh, I give up!" Miroku threw up one of his hands in frustration as the other one was still holding the communication link to his romantically challenged friend.
"Feh. What did you need me to do about your client, anyway?" Inuyasha asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the point.
"Oh yeah, could you do a background check at the station on Naraku, being the detective you are? Honestly I haven't the slightest idea how you got that job." Miroku mumbled under his breath.
"Hey I heard that!" Inuyasha protested.
"Whatever, just do the research and meat me at the Coffee Shop (a/n original, aren't I?) at 1:00p.m." Miroku instructed.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Thanks!" Miroku hung up. 'Now, my first priority…grocery shopping!'
*~*
Inuyasha sat in a booth in Coffee Shop anxiously tapping his claws on the table, his silky silvery hair falling over his shoulder. It was 1:26p.m. and Miroku was almost never late…well, at least if you don't count the time he didn't show up for a party because he 'assaulted' a female undercover police officer…Inuyasha had to bail him out of jail. Unfortunately, the police officer had friends. BIG friends. Poor Miroku had spent the week hiding in Inuyasha's tree house. Inuyasha smiled to himself and shook his head at the thought. 'Ah, good times, good times.'
His reminiscing over his friend's idiocy was interrupted by a beaming Miroku waltzing through the door and plopping down across from him.
"I have a new favorite spot!" the boy announced. "The grocery store!"
"Oh? And would it happen to be because it has cashiers with curves?" Inuyasha asked dryly.
Miroku grinned.
"I know you too well." Inuyasha said shaking his head. His hair flowed around him as he did so. (A/n does anyone know what type of conditioner he uses, and where I can find some?)
"So, how did it go at the station?" Miroku asked.
"Well," Inuyasha clenched his fists in memory, "That wrench, Kagome, was being annoying again. I was just doing some research on that Naraku creep when I got thirsty. So I got up to get a pop when she walks by me. Do you know what she wanted me to do? Guess! Go ahead, just try to guess! SHE ASKED ME TO GET HER A POP, TOO! That darn wrench, just who does she think is?! I'm not her fricken' slave! She can get her own flippen' pop, and I hope she chokes on it!!!" Inuyasha finished, panting.
Miroku blinked. "Uh, Inuyasha, dude, when I asked how it went at the station, I meant with the Naraku search. Not your social skills, or rather, lack of."
"Oh. Let's see, he was arrested twice in Japan and once in the U.S. for gambling, armed robbery, and drug dealing. If you ask me, very capable of committing a double murder.
"Mmm." Miroku nodded thoughtfully. "Do you have any idea as to his current location?" he asked.
"He was spotted at a druggy hang out about two weeks ago right here in central Tokyo." Inuyasha informed.
"So it doesn't look like he went too far, but still, two weeks is a long time. He may have moved."
"Well you can't very well go galloping around the city, randomly asking people if they have seen a creepy lookin' abusive twenty-four year old man with long greasy black hair and brown venom filled eyes that melt you like butter when you look in to them." Inuyasha reasoned.
Miroku raised an eyebrow, "So that's what he looks like?"
"His picture was on his file."
The dark haired boy sighed exasperatedly. "So what do you suggest we do? Hm?"
"Well we could investigate the crime scene for starters."
"But that's barricaded by the police!"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes at his friend's idiocy. "Miroku," he said sweetly, "I AM THE FRICKEN' POLICE, YA DIP SCWAT!"
"Hee hee, oh yeah."
"Ya gentlemen ready ta order?" A blond waitress asked the boys in a Brooklyn accent, interrupting their conversation.
Inuyasha looked up. "Um…sure. How 'bout a large dark coffee…Kitty?" He said reading her name tag.
She chewed on the eraser of her pink sparkly pencil. "Mmm, I'm sorry sir, we don't serve coffee hea'."
Inuyasha and Miroku exchanged a baffled look. "Uh, I'm confused. I thought this was a coffee shop." Inuyasha said apprehensively.
"It is?" Kitty cocked her head to the side. "Lemme go check!" and bounced off to the register. In a few minuets she came back beaming. "You're right! We do serve coffee hea'!"
"That's great! Can you get me some?" Inuyasha said dryly.
"Hold on, want some myself. I'm goin' on a coffee break!" With that, she waltzes back happily to the register.
"But what about my coffee?!" Inuyasha whined after her in vein.
Miroku starred into the direction she left. "She's hot! Stupid, but hot."
"Like the coffee I didn't get." Inuyasha grumbled.
"Coffee isn't healthy, man." Miroku said patting his friend's arm.
Inuyasha raised his eyebrows questionably. "Since when are you a health nut?" he asked.
Miroku shrugged lightly. "I'm not."
Inuyasha furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But you just said that we shouldn't drink coffee."
"No, I said that you shouldn't drink coffee."
"That's hypocritical."
"No, that's smart. Trust me you don't need anymore caffeine in your system."
"Yes I do!" Inuyasha protested.
"Did you get your pop this morning?" Miroku asked sounding very mother-like.
"Well yes, but-."
"Then you don't need anymore. I, on the other hand, didn't have any caffeine today at all and could definitely use some." He raised his hand and called to Kitty, who apparently was finished with her break and was taking orders from a couple across the shop. She trotted over.
"Ya gentlemen want somethin'?" she asked
"Yes, I'll have a medium espresso, darling." Miroku ordered.
"And I'll have a-." Inuyasha was cut off by his friend.
"Tall glass of warm milk." Miroku finished for him.
"Sure thing!" she said skipping away.
"Have you completely lost it?!" Inuyasha hissed angrily. "There is no way I'm drinking that milk! I detest milk; especially the warm kind!"
"But it's healthy." Miroku said.
"Then you drink it!"
"I had my fill of calcium for the day, thanks. But you could use it. Just look at yourself!" Miroku exclaimed, grabbing his growling friend's limp arm for demonstration. "You're bones are weak and could snap like toothpicks! You're getting on in years. It's bone loss I tell ya."
"Grrrrrrrr I'm twenty-one, the same as you! And if you don't let go of my arm, I'll fricken' snap you like a toothpick!!!"
"Geesh, touchy, touchy." Miroku said, baking off.
"Hea's your espresso," Kitty appeared, setting Miroku's steaming drink in front of him. "And hea's your milk, sir." She set down a tall glass of warm milk with a pink swirly straw in front of Inuyasha. "The manager would like to know if ya'll be needing a highchair."
Inuyasha turned to her plastering an angry smile on his face. "No thank you, Kitty." He said through grinded teeth.
"Oh…how 'bout a phonebook to sit on then?"
Inuyasha sent a quick glare at Miroku choking on his poorly suppressed laughter. "I don't need any phonebooks, thanks." He said.
"Oh, alrighty then! I'll just bring ya the kid's menu!" she skipped away with out giving him a chance to answer.
*Hee hee.* "Wow, *snort* Inuyasha! I've *chuckle* never *ha ha mhhta ha* *gasp* known you to *snort* keep your *mwaha* temper so well!" Miroku managed to get out in between fits of laughter.
Inuyasha turned his plastic angry smile on his friend. "That's 'cause I'm gonna take it out on you."
Miroku's smile instantly fell off his face. He turned as pale as his friend's glass of rapidly cooling milk, and gulped.
*~*
Through the streets of Tokyo on-lookers could see what resembled two teenaged boys racing madly. One fleeing for his life, and the other giving chase with what looked like a pink swirly straw. *~*~*~*~*~*
A/n phew! Wow! My back really hurts! (It did yesterday too!) *pout* awa awa! How do you authors not get permanent spinal damage?!
This chapter was kind of…um…silly.
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