"Look you really shouldn't be doing this." Miroku whispered to his friend as they sat on his couch. It was late. Too late for Miroku to be up, and too late for Inuyasha to be up either. He turned in his spot, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Like in all honesty, you really really shouldn't do this." He strained his voice on the second really, causing Inuyasha to turn his nose up, throwing a signature 'feh!' his way.
"Relax, I'll be fine before we leave tonight." Inuyasha responded, holding the bag in his hands. He dragged his thumb across the material, feeling the outline of what was in it. "It won't take long."
"Inuyasha." Miroku pleaded again, "please...I'm begging you. You've already got an alcohol problem." They were sitting in the dark, and Miroku could only hope that Inuyasha could sense the urgency in his voice. But he also knew how dense his friend could be. "Myouga will kill you."
"Myouga doesn't need to know, does he?" Inuyasha responded through gritted teeth, his ears pinned back slightly, a sign of clear irribility. "Besides, it's not the worst."
"Yes, but none of them are good, thus there is no good or bad." Miroku sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Kagome won't like it."
"She has no input in what I do because we aren't together." He shot back, swirling a strand of his silver hair between his fingers. "She won't know, anyhow." He added, throwing the bag onto the coffee table. Miroku watched as he did, and then turned his attentions back to his friend.
Why must he be so stubborn? He thought, as he rose from his place on the couch. He, albeit reluctantly, resolved that no amount of pleading or convincing would convince Inuyasha to not go through with it. "Your image-" he started, as he paused behind the couch, looking down at Inuyasha.
"Is rapidly deteriorating, I know." Inuyasha finished, looking over his shoulder at Miroku. He offered him a weak smile.
"Why do you do this to yourself? You have the whole world in your hands and you're going to destroy everything."
"I want to feel something."
"Feel something? Feel what? You aren't happy? You have millions of dollars, three houses, an apartment, fans, a nice car, friends that love you."
"My only friend is you." Inuyasha interjected, clenching his jaw. "My only friend is you, the only person I can trust...is you, Miroku." He added, sighing as he cleared his throat.
"Then make some more friends if that's what you want."
"I'm not exactly approachable."
"Then make yourself fucking approachable, Inuyasha Takahashi. The world is watching." Miroku shot back, anger filling his voice as he looked over his friend, glaring at him.
"For christ's sake, fix yourself, Inuyasha."