Author's Note: Day 8 of the 12 Days of Witchyness!

Dancing in a Hurricane

Prologue

"Your name, please."

"Taisho, Inuyasha. Designation X."

"And can you tell me, before we begin, why exactly you're here?"

The agent snorted, disdain dripping as the words startled to tumble out of his mouth. "Because The King told me it was mandatory or I would be grounded."

"For the record, you do not want to be here."

"I would rather stab myself in the leg and then pull out the knife to see how long it takes to bleed out, frankly."

The psychologist didn't sigh, but it was a close thing. "Inuyasha–"

"Have we had sex?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, taken aback. "No."

"Have we ever been friends?"

Silence ensued. The psychologist just stared at the spy, waiting.

"Then it's X to you," Inuyasha stated, interlocking his fingers and leaning further back into the chair. "Or Agent Taisho. So what do you want to talk about first? My childhood? The first time I ever killed? The first time I ever loved?"

The psychologist, a bald man in his mid-forties with grey eyes said nothing. He was newly assigned to the agent, probably because every other psychologist refused to see him anymore. Inuyasha had a reputation amongst the entire spy agency, from other agents like him down to the technicians that made his guns. Everyone knew about the infamous X, Agent Inuyasha Taisho. The one who killed without hesitation, blended in the shadows and shone in the light. His mission completion rates were off the charts. He was the best the agency, known only by their acronym of F.A.N.G., had.

Eventually, the man spoke, setting aside his tablet and instead reaching for his coffee on the nearby table. "My name is Dr. Otomo, and I think we're going to get along really well."

Trust me, so much more is to come.

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