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Just had this pop up in my little brain! My best friend thinks I shouldn't be doing this one… So please tell me what you think!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
A voice grumbled in protest beneath the red comforter as a hand sluggishly groped around for the sleep button on the alarm clock.
"It's too damn early…"
No, Inuyasha Jidai, private detective and assistant investigator to the NYPD, was not a morning person.
"Shut up, you stupid thing," he muttered as he popped his head out from beneath the warm, comfortable covers and finally pressed the button. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, his vision still blurred by sleep.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily. A quick glance at the clock's glowing green numbers and he was out of bed, scrambling for clean pants and a shirt beneath the pile of clothes on his floor.
7:32! What the hell? That was the first time that he'd heard the dumb alarm go off!
"Damn thing must be broken…" he said to himself as he jumped into a cold shower, quickly washed and then dressed. After a quick mirror check, running his fingers hastily through his long and damp black hair and wiping a bit of water from his chocolate brown eyes, he rushed into the kitchen to grab some coffee before he left for work. There, leaning against a counter with a coffee cup in one hand and the comics section of a newspaper in the other, he found his best friend and owner of half of their shared apartment.
A faint smile came to Inuyasha's somewhat stressed face. "Miroku, how is it that you're a journalist that doesn't even read his own articles, let alone any of the other news?"
The attractive black haired, blue eyed man looked up from his cartoons and grinned. "My friend, you just don't understand the value of a good strip of Garfield or Peanuts. You can learn so much from that rather large orange cat."
"Yeah, like don't be the idiot dog that gets tricked into falling off a table and flat on his stupid face," Inuyasha agreed, the sarcasm plain in his voice as he poured some coffee into a cup and took a sip.
Miroku laughed.
"I wouldn't be so sarcastic if I was you. You're late for work and unlike some people," he said, referring to himself, "you can't just pull up a laptop and consider yourself at work."
"Shut up. I know I'm late. Kaede's gonna grind me into the ground," Inuyasha sighed before taking one big gulp to finish off his slightly bitter black coffee.
"Which can always be interpreted as a very good thing," Miroku jested with a serious look on his face though he was silently laughing.
Inuyasha sent him a vaguely amused eye roll as he placed the empty cup on the counter. "You're disgusting. To think they didn't offer you the "Sex Talk" column."
Miroku nodded sadly. "The editor said I didn't talk about safety first enough."
Another Inuyasha eye roll. "Explains all that noise last night."
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "You heard that?"
"Hm… the walls are thin…"
"And are growing ears. Well," Miroku said, suddenly brightening, "you better hop to it. You've got some important decisions to make. What color flowers would you like on your gravesite when Kaede is actually through with you? Or would you rather a cremation of your remains?"
"Don't joke about that. I want pretty white daisies." Inuyasha batted his eyelashes girlishly. "I'm gone." He grabbed his wind breaker, quickly checking that is badge was pinned on the inside and that his car keys were in his pocket before heading out the door.
"Pretty… white… daisies…" Miroku mumbled as he pretended to jot down Inuyasha's request on the small notepad that lay ever-present in his pocket.
"Jackass."
The start of a typical work day in Detective Inuyasha Jidai's life.
R and R meh loves! More to come soon!