Title: Blue Moon
Title: Blue Moon
Pairing: Miroku/Inuyasha, Miroku/Sango
Warnings: unbeta'd, AU
Summary: Thank you for calling Blue Moon Detective Agency...
WordCount: 1533
A/N: I got a weird hair and wanted to write this after listening to "Last Chance on the Stairway" by Duran Duran, as you will be able to see in the opening scene. It turned into this. It's an AU (shock) in the 80s (don't worry, it gets odder) and Miroku's an bisexual ex-monk detective. (Totally plausible) Tell me what you think and be honest? Promise?
++
I don’t remember how I met him, wasn’t long ago? Maybe it was something he said or the way he looked. Who can say about these things? But I fell so hard after only one night.
Morning came too soon. But it had to, and he left in the morning like he said he would.
He slid his jacket over his shoulders, black leather of course. I liked how he dressed, how he moved like something from another world. It was almost like he wasn’t not quite human. I lit a cigarette and wrote my number on the matchbook. “Inuyasha?”
But he was already running down the stairs. Running away from me.
I wouldn’t have bothered trying to catch him, wouldn’t have cared, except that last night was, well… “Inuyasha!” I ran to catch up, even though I really should’ve let him go.
But he are already lost in the foot traffic. I stood in a stream of people busy moving toward their destinations, busy not being there. But I am. I was. I was there, desperately looking for him.
++
“You’re late.”
“Yes.”
“You missed five calls from the Temple.”
“And my plan falls into place.” I did not dislike Sango. No, she was a fantastic secretary- beauty and brains with a black belt in something very vague and esoteric. She was also the voice of my conscience. At the moment I did not want to listen.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. Inuyasha… would I ever see him again? I sat at my desk and spun around so I could stare at the skyline. He was out there somewhere.
“Here are your messages.” She slammed them on my desk.
“Since when does Mushin leave a message.” I absently reached around to stroke her hip. The usual smack was incurred. “That’s cheaper than coffee and twice as effective.”
“You idiot! I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m not talking about the Lotus Temple. This is the Dog Temple’s been calling for you. The head priest says his brother is missing.”
“An errant little brother. Family matters are a pain…”
“They’re also the richest temple in town.” She walked out of my office. “Just remember to collect so my paycheck doesn’t bounce this time, boss?”
“Oh, you love me, anyway.”
The door slammed. I sat there rubbing my cheek. Gods, she packed a punch. I knew I should return those calls. The Dog Temple was a cash ticket. And I could’ve used the ride. I was about to lose my lease. But all I could think about is last night and the smooth, silky feel of his skin. The way his body moved. The way he asked me for more, over and over. It was like being in love. But better. Oh, I would find him.
I was a detective, after all.
++
I do not understand why people insist being so pessimistic. Bad news is coming, no matter what one does. Trying to predict the future is pointless. Outcomes are never what we think they will be. Ever. So one lives in misery imagining terrible events, then a whole other set of terrible events occur. It is a no win situation.
So things like cut off notices, eviction notices and bounced payroll are easy to be afraid of, so we have to resist. We must carry on and we have to do it with a happy attitude.
“Got that?” I smiled after I gave that speech to Sango. She just sood there tapping her foot and shaking her head. “It will all work out.”
“How? You gonna take out another loan from the Lotus Temple? You sure do depend on them a lot, for a guy who said he didn’t need them anymore.”
“What an awful misconception you have. I am terribly hurt. Mushin just pays in advance.”
“Wish you’d pay me in advance for sitting on my a-“
The phone rang.
“Oh,” She frowned. “Let me.” She picked it up. “Blue Moon Detective Agency. If your case is big or small, if your problem’s short or tall, we’re the ones to take the case and put those problems in their place. Sango speaking.” She does that. I do not know why. Consider it charming. “Oh.” She glared at me. “I see. Yes sir. Any amount of money.” Oh, that sounded good. “Right away sir. Oh, no. He’ll take it.” She made a fist and shoved the phone toward me as she said, very loudly: “CALL FOR YOU, MR. HOUSHI.
“Hell- hello?”
At the other and of the line there was the strangest sound. Like a hiss, except it was not a snake’s hiss. It was… it was that same crackling the radio makes on an AM dial. “Is this the detective?”
“At your service.”
“Yes you are.” There was annother hiss. “You have already wasted enough of my time, Mr. Houshi. Let us cut to the quick. I am wiring ten thousand dollars to your account and paying all your debts. Do not mistake this for courtesy or kindness. I want you to focus all of your energy on finding and returning my brother to the Dog Temple where he belongs.”
“Abso-“
“I do not need to hear the yes. You have no choice. Blue Moon, is it? The agency that is about to lose its offices? Your secretary, she has a second job because her paychecks bounce? Did you know that?”
Did he make all his points in the form of a question? Would I get more money if I answered? Why did he make me feel like a game show contestant? I looked up for Sango but she was already gone.
“I will send a courier with the pictures of my brother. You will look for him immediately.”
“Yes-“ The line was dead.
In a daze I came out of my office. Sango was on her typewriter. The radio on her desk was blaring. All I could think about the money. Our problems were solved.
“He’s going to pay our debts, we have money in the bank.” I said it like I was reading the paper.
“Hmm.” She stopped typing for a minute. Just a minute. Then she started again.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I’m wondering why he wants his brother back so badly.”
“Could be drugs?”
“Could be a girl the family doesn’t like.” She pulled the paper out and cursed. “I gotta get an electric typewriter, Miroku. I go through so much white out. And realigning the letters to do them over never works right.”
“But I just bought that thing. Besides, a typewriter is a typewriter. How much better can it get it you put a power cord on it?”
“It’s 1986, Miroku. I want an electric one that can correct itself.” She got up to rummage through the near-empty supply cabinet. She looked very, ah, healthy in that skirt. “Damnit! We’re out of white out!”
++
I met Inuyasha at Futility, a local bar, the week before. I would not say met. That is a strong word. I would say I saw him from afar. Long silver hair, badass leather jacket, and the hottest body underneath. I would find him, I promised myself. I just had pesky issues, like bills, to take care of.
So I came in during lunch- I have to eat. And besides, I could do what I wanted at lunch, right? The bartender ignored me. Must have been that tab thing. So I waved at the waitress. I new girl who did not know to avoid me.
Yet.
“What’ll you have, honey.”
“What’ve you got?” I lit a cigarette and check out her big hooped earrings and even bigger, well…..
“Got grilled cheese, got salad, got-“
“Got nothing for you.”
“Ah! Bankoutsu!” I smiled and hrld out my hand. “What are you up to, pal?”
“Up to kicking your ass, Houshi.” Bankotsou not a big man, but he talks big. I might also add he has the biggest rat tail in history. “Where’s my money!”
“I am set.” I had it, thanks to the Dog Temple.
“Are you kidding?” He pushed the waitress away, grabbed the money and winked. “You’re alright, Minoku. I’ll wait on you myself.”
“The name’s Miroku. And I’ll have the grilled cheese and a scotch-“
He was already strolling off with my money. “Right.”
I wished he did not push the waitress way. When he came back he had a beer and cheese fries. “There ya go.”
“Bankotsou,” I just ignored it, “You saw that man with the silver hair around here at nights, right? Inuyasha?”
He grinned. “The one you left with? What’s the matter? He ditch you, too?”
“Too?” That sounded bad.
“That’s what he does, kid.” He slapped my arm and put grease all over my shirt. Great, I had gotten a laundry bill, too. “That’s his modus operati.”
“You mean modus operandi.”
“Yeah, whatever. That’s how he does it. Loves’em and leaves’em. A real heartbreaker.”
Lunch has always been an overrated proposition. “Thanks, Banks.” I got up and slapped some cold cheese fry grease on his ass. “A tip for a tip.”
“I’ll remember that Merloku!”
Sure.
++
Pairing: Miroku/Inuyasha, Miroku/Sango
Warnings: unbeta'd, AU
Summary: Thank you for calling Blue Moon Detective Agency...
WordCount: 1533
A/N: I got a weird hair and wanted to write this after listening to "Last Chance on the Stairway" by Duran Duran, as you will be able to see in the opening scene. It turned into this. It's an AU (shock) in the 80s (don't worry, it gets odder) and Miroku's an bisexual ex-monk detective. (Totally plausible) Tell me what you think and be honest? Promise?
++
I don’t remember how I met him, wasn’t long ago? Maybe it was something he said or the way he looked. Who can say about these things? But I fell so hard after only one night.
Morning came too soon. But it had to, and he left in the morning like he said he would.
He slid his jacket over his shoulders, black leather of course. I liked how he dressed, how he moved like something from another world. It was almost like he wasn’t not quite human. I lit a cigarette and wrote my number on the matchbook. “Inuyasha?”
But he was already running down the stairs. Running away from me.
I wouldn’t have bothered trying to catch him, wouldn’t have cared, except that last night was, well… “Inuyasha!” I ran to catch up, even though I really should’ve let him go.
But he are already lost in the foot traffic. I stood in a stream of people busy moving toward their destinations, busy not being there. But I am. I was. I was there, desperately looking for him.
++
“You’re late.”
“Yes.”
“You missed five calls from the Temple.”
“And my plan falls into place.” I did not dislike Sango. No, she was a fantastic secretary- beauty and brains with a black belt in something very vague and esoteric. She was also the voice of my conscience. At the moment I did not want to listen.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. Inuyasha… would I ever see him again? I sat at my desk and spun around so I could stare at the skyline. He was out there somewhere.
“Here are your messages.” She slammed them on my desk.
“Since when does Mushin leave a message.” I absently reached around to stroke her hip. The usual smack was incurred. “That’s cheaper than coffee and twice as effective.”
“You idiot! I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m not talking about the Lotus Temple. This is the Dog Temple’s been calling for you. The head priest says his brother is missing.”
“An errant little brother. Family matters are a pain…”
“They’re also the richest temple in town.” She walked out of my office. “Just remember to collect so my paycheck doesn’t bounce this time, boss?”
“Oh, you love me, anyway.”
The door slammed. I sat there rubbing my cheek. Gods, she packed a punch. I knew I should return those calls. The Dog Temple was a cash ticket. And I could’ve used the ride. I was about to lose my lease. But all I could think about is last night and the smooth, silky feel of his skin. The way his body moved. The way he asked me for more, over and over. It was like being in love. But better. Oh, I would find him.
I was a detective, after all.
++
I do not understand why people insist being so pessimistic. Bad news is coming, no matter what one does. Trying to predict the future is pointless. Outcomes are never what we think they will be. Ever. So one lives in misery imagining terrible events, then a whole other set of terrible events occur. It is a no win situation.
So things like cut off notices, eviction notices and bounced payroll are easy to be afraid of, so we have to resist. We must carry on and we have to do it with a happy attitude.
“Got that?” I smiled after I gave that speech to Sango. She just sood there tapping her foot and shaking her head. “It will all work out.”
“How? You gonna take out another loan from the Lotus Temple? You sure do depend on them a lot, for a guy who said he didn’t need them anymore.”
“What an awful misconception you have. I am terribly hurt. Mushin just pays in advance.”
“Wish you’d pay me in advance for sitting on my a-“
The phone rang.
“Oh,” She frowned. “Let me.” She picked it up. “Blue Moon Detective Agency. If your case is big or small, if your problem’s short or tall, we’re the ones to take the case and put those problems in their place. Sango speaking.” She does that. I do not know why. Consider it charming. “Oh.” She glared at me. “I see. Yes sir. Any amount of money.” Oh, that sounded good. “Right away sir. Oh, no. He’ll take it.” She made a fist and shoved the phone toward me as she said, very loudly: “CALL FOR YOU, MR. HOUSHI.
“Hell- hello?”
At the other and of the line there was the strangest sound. Like a hiss, except it was not a snake’s hiss. It was… it was that same crackling the radio makes on an AM dial. “Is this the detective?”
“At your service.”
“Yes you are.” There was annother hiss. “You have already wasted enough of my time, Mr. Houshi. Let us cut to the quick. I am wiring ten thousand dollars to your account and paying all your debts. Do not mistake this for courtesy or kindness. I want you to focus all of your energy on finding and returning my brother to the Dog Temple where he belongs.”
“Abso-“
“I do not need to hear the yes. You have no choice. Blue Moon, is it? The agency that is about to lose its offices? Your secretary, she has a second job because her paychecks bounce? Did you know that?”
Did he make all his points in the form of a question? Would I get more money if I answered? Why did he make me feel like a game show contestant? I looked up for Sango but she was already gone.
“I will send a courier with the pictures of my brother. You will look for him immediately.”
“Yes-“ The line was dead.
In a daze I came out of my office. Sango was on her typewriter. The radio on her desk was blaring. All I could think about the money. Our problems were solved.
“He’s going to pay our debts, we have money in the bank.” I said it like I was reading the paper.
“Hmm.” She stopped typing for a minute. Just a minute. Then she started again.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I’m wondering why he wants his brother back so badly.”
“Could be drugs?”
“Could be a girl the family doesn’t like.” She pulled the paper out and cursed. “I gotta get an electric typewriter, Miroku. I go through so much white out. And realigning the letters to do them over never works right.”
“But I just bought that thing. Besides, a typewriter is a typewriter. How much better can it get it you put a power cord on it?”
“It’s 1986, Miroku. I want an electric one that can correct itself.” She got up to rummage through the near-empty supply cabinet. She looked very, ah, healthy in that skirt. “Damnit! We’re out of white out!”
++
I met Inuyasha at Futility, a local bar, the week before. I would not say met. That is a strong word. I would say I saw him from afar. Long silver hair, badass leather jacket, and the hottest body underneath. I would find him, I promised myself. I just had pesky issues, like bills, to take care of.
So I came in during lunch- I have to eat. And besides, I could do what I wanted at lunch, right? The bartender ignored me. Must have been that tab thing. So I waved at the waitress. I new girl who did not know to avoid me.
Yet.
“What’ll you have, honey.”
“What’ve you got?” I lit a cigarette and check out her big hooped earrings and even bigger, well…..
“Got grilled cheese, got salad, got-“
“Got nothing for you.”
“Ah! Bankoutsu!” I smiled and hrld out my hand. “What are you up to, pal?”
“Up to kicking your ass, Houshi.” Bankotsou not a big man, but he talks big. I might also add he has the biggest rat tail in history. “Where’s my money!”
“I am set.” I had it, thanks to the Dog Temple.
“Are you kidding?” He pushed the waitress away, grabbed the money and winked. “You’re alright, Minoku. I’ll wait on you myself.”
“The name’s Miroku. And I’ll have the grilled cheese and a scotch-“
He was already strolling off with my money. “Right.”
I wished he did not push the waitress way. When he came back he had a beer and cheese fries. “There ya go.”
“Bankotsou,” I just ignored it, “You saw that man with the silver hair around here at nights, right? Inuyasha?”
He grinned. “The one you left with? What’s the matter? He ditch you, too?”
“Too?” That sounded bad.
“That’s what he does, kid.” He slapped my arm and put grease all over my shirt. Great, I had gotten a laundry bill, too. “That’s his modus operati.”
“You mean modus operandi.”
“Yeah, whatever. That’s how he does it. Loves’em and leaves’em. A real heartbreaker.”
Lunch has always been an overrated proposition. “Thanks, Banks.” I got up and slapped some cold cheese fry grease on his ass. “A tip for a tip.”
“I’ll remember that Merloku!”
Sure.
++