Disclaimer:The ownership of Inuyasha and crew all below to Rumiko and company. So as usual I own nada and make nada.

Author's Rant: My Loves! I've returned lol. I've missed you all so much. Well time for a story for you all to enjoy . I'm little sick so all I can do is write and take my medicine. Anyways enjoy my sweet ones ^_^.

Warnings: MxM pairings. Yaoi. AU. Large amounts of humor. Drama.

Summary: He'd just moved into the street not too long along. Didn't seem like such a big deal as long as he stayed to himself and didn't bother me. I was pretty cool with it. Well I was until he said good morning and I could've sworn I heard Jesus speaking . . . not that I'm gay.

The New Guy

Let's go ahead and start off with the basics shall we. The name's Inuyasha. No you don't need to know the last name because you probably won't be around long enough for it to matter so let's move on. I recently moved out of my mother's house around summer time due to school starting this semester and I was one of the lucky few who had an old man who left a trust fund the size of—err something.

Anyway it was just enough to rent out a small house in a close knit neighborhood for the next four years or however long it took for me to graduate from Tama University. Before anyone asks about that I doubt I'll be talking too much about my school life either because again, that's none of your business. If that's a posing problem you can take that shit to the red painted door about seven paces from my bed.

For those of you actually interested in still wanting to know some type of aspect of my life you're welcome to keep reading or listening or whatever.

The thing is, today actually was a very peculiar one. Ya see it was around the time I considered having my friends over—Oh wait I guess I should say who they are too just in case we get some kind of crazy surprise because these two ain't something to be simply walk in on. You gotta ease your way up on them or you'll suddenly find yourself in their beds or worst with their babies.

My first one is a guy named Koga Wolfe. He's one of the typical people you have to get to know to understand who he is. At first glance he looks like an everyday pretty boy. You know with the pale blue eyes, the stylish long hair he likes to keep in a ponytail for some God unknown reason, and the nice tanned skin many chicks would kill for? Oops I almost forgot about that rough voice of his. It seems to get the girls howling for some reason. And add that walk he has going and you got yourself a certified Don Juan. He had the nice clothes and came from old money; yet another privileged playboy to rule the world.

Then you have my other buddy. This one here is something you have to realize is a seriously piece of work. I kid you not people, this man here seriously believes he's God's gift to anything that moves. He goes by the name of Miroku Shikon. I mean we're talking some major self-esteem overload here. From his peach tinted skin to that smile he knows knocks women's socks, bras and draws off, he knows he can do it all. He likes to keep his hair tied in the back too because he deems that as his secret weapon should he be denied the goodies. But if you let it flow you won't refuse him a sample. His style is more of those sophisticated vision that fits towards the people who live about three miles from my section of town. He's another guy with money to burn, but unlike Koga and myself he doesn't mind flouting his wealth around to get a piece of ass.

Both are pretty kept up with the fashions, both of them know how to handle the flow of street talk, and all that jazz. Not to mention they're smart as all get out.

I can't say I'm too bad off myself. I don't need anyone to tell me something my mother's told me all my life.

I know I'm hot. I know I'm smart. That's just the absolute truth. I have everything you'd want and sadly baby you can't have it. My body's toned from my trips to the gym religiously done about three times a week. My hair is nothing but satin to scalp all day every day. All I have to do is wake up and go. I have the eyes of an angel; I blink once and I can get anything I want. And please don't get me started on my hair color. All natural white darling. Nothing dyed or faked here. I go natural because what you see is what you'll get. At 6'2 I'm everything you'll ever need. Oh and let's not forget my ears. Yes sweetheart those two twitching points at the top are real.

You want to touch them don't cha? Well too damn bad. Nobody touches those except the woman who gave them to me; i.e. my mother.

Add my IQ level and my mother's well taught manners and I'm basically everything you've ever wanted.

So anyway now that I'm done with details of your personal fantasies let me get back to the point. Well I was wrong, the strangeness actually started yesterday. No no wait—yeah it was yesterday when I was coming home from the store. The old maid from across the street was moving out and me being noisy I hurried over to see why.

So let's go ahead and start with that scenario . . .

There was a large sized moving truck parked along the street and two big ass burley men climbing up the back ramp with that stuffy couch she liked to keep plastic on. I don't why old people do that shit when they ain't going to let anybody sit on it anyway.

"Yo, Ms. Kendora, what's happenin'?" I call ahead of time so she won't get worried about a tall man suddenly coming over. Her eyesight ain't all that good so from time to time I had to help her out with some things, like cleaning the yard, fixing some of the things that got broke and other stuff around the house.

She wasn't a bad looking woman for her age. But then again fox demons tended to age as well as most canines did. Her hair was the same blondish gray and her eyes were still that same grayish blue tint to 'em. I bet she had the young bucks running for their money back in the day.

Old Kendora turned around to welcome me through her oversized bifocals and said, "What you say honey? Who's napping?"

Damn I keep forgetting she's deaf. "I said what's happening, Ms. Kendora," I said a little louder.

"No need to yell honey." Both of the large wrinkled ears on her head swiveled from side to side like radar detectors. "I heard you the first time. Shit."

I have to laugh whenever I hear her cuss. It's always treat. You guys should've heard her cussing out Mr. Mixon during that bake sale. But that's a whole another story for another time. I'll tell you about that later. "I'm sorry ma'am but I was getting curious. Where you going?"

"No you weren't, you were just being noisy," she teased hitting my arm. "I'm moving out of here to live with my son and his wife. I want to be close to my grandkids before they get big."

"Aww, so ya taking your lemon meringue too?" I loved eating those lemon pies; made me working for her worth the pain of hearing those lecturing about keeping girls out of my pants. It was the reward fit for kings and she was taking it away? That made my ears sag.

I guess it must've been a funny sight because it had Ms. Kendora laughing. "Oh honey you're too much. You know I won't leave you here without my recipe. I already have it written down in your mailbox."

She knows my heart. Now my ears were perking. I can cook my ass off in the kitchen. I was just too lazy to do the pies because it took too long. "Thank you Ms. Kendora. But you know I can't do it like you can . . . I'm gonna miss you." Shit. Now I felt sad. I hate feeling sad. She was a sweet old woman too. She can talk your ear off but she was a really nice lady.

"Aww I'm gonna miss you too babycakes." She pinched one of my cheeks, and patted one of my arms like a good boy before heading off to her car. "I'll come to visit whenever I can honey. You be good now ya hear me? Don't you go out and get none of these fast ass girls pregnant. You know all they want is some pretty tail." She pinched my arm and I flex the muscle for her to get her giggling.

Like I said, she was a sweet person. I hadn't known her long but she was something else. "Yes ma'am. I'll see you around sometimes."

"Of course baby. You take care."

"You too," I give her a quick hug before letting her go on her way. She smelled just like roses. Just like my grandma.

The moving truck loaded up a few more things and I watched the rest of the show from my lawn until nothing was left besides the for sale sign in her yard. I really was going to miss that crazy woman's theatrics. It was never a dull moment with her around. But now there was nothing there but a 'For Sale' sign and the house's empty carcass to take up space in the lot.

It was probably going to take about a couple of months before somebody moved in it anytime soon. Oh well. I didn't really care. By the time school started I was going to be too busy with homework to give a damn what anyone did. I was just happy Ms. K left me that pie recipe. I was thinking about making that tonight.

So here's where the odd ball freaky dinky stuff kicks in right? It hadn't been what? A full twenty four hours before I woke up at about three o clock the following morning pissed off.

There was somebody making a whole fucking load of noise and I swore I was about to lose my inner Jesus if they didn't cut that shit out. I was having one of those nice ass dreams you do not want to wake up from and right when it was getting good that loud bang knocks me back to reality.

I'll admit I was pissed off. Nah, I'd be lying if I said I was just pissed. Hell to the fuck no I was far gone from pissed. I was damn near close to snapping when I checked my clock and say the red three zero seven glowing in the dark.

I am not an early raiser. I am nothing short of one of those normal nineteen year olds who enjoys sleeping in when he can and I hated using eye drops when my eyes burned. I'm a dog demon. We don't like having that shit in our eyes.

It took me a full total of five minutes before I found the energy to left myself off the bed like a zombie and trust me when I saw my reflection in the mirror I scared myself to death. So please veto that comment earlier about me waking up and going. My hair looked awful.

Bang. Slam.

"What. The. Fuck?" I was getting sick of this. Who the hell moved in the middle of the got'damn night? I was to the point where everything was pissing me off. I couldn't get the blankets off my toes because the stupid claws got snagged again. When that finally came untangled, I bumped my head on the lamp—how the hell that happened I do not know but it hurt like hell. Then I stumbed my toe on the nightstand and I was near the edge of telling everything to fuck off until I made it to the window half dazed and alive.

It was still pretty dark outside. I couldn't make out much besides the moving figures shifting around across the street. It was eerily quiet outside tonight. No moon or hardly any stars. They were moving pretty fast too. My eyes weren't focused but my mind was playing tricks on me because I started feeling paranoid.

Shit this would be the same night the street lights were being repaired from last week's thunderstorm.

I was still getting used to living on my own so every bump and thump made me jumpy sometimes. You can only imagine what this was doing to me right now; seeing so many big shadows hurrying back and forth between this truck out of a house. Big ass muscled dudes too. Probably leopard demons who just got out of jail—one named Big Joe and the other named ole' Billy Bob, ready to eat some pretty boy flesh and steal his shit.

I felt my eyebrow twitching. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

Hell no. I didn't think about it a second longer before going to get that metal slugger's bat my old man bought me for Christmas when I was ten.

I'm fine as hell so I know I'm next. "Motherfucker's ain't getting my shit." Yes I was talking to myself but that was only because I needed to get pumped. Folks around here robbing people and shit; what was the world coming too? I swear to God if anybody tried something I was fucking 'em up.

I was back to the window quicker than Flash on crack with my bat slung on my shoulder. I ain't gonna lie, who the hell looked tough wearing nothing but a black tank and blue puppy boxers? Sure as hell wasn't me but I'll show 'em what's going on before they realized what hit 'em.

I was scared shitless too because I kept waiting for the moment to happen. The anticipation was killing me. I wasn't stupid enough to be standing there in plain view either. Hell no, who do you think I am? I saw those scary movies. The hanyous always get killed first. Nope I was crouched down half way looking through the curtains, watching the rest of it from afar.

Shit I forgot I needed to call the police if something happened . . . Nah, they're probably sleeping too.

My eyes were burning like crazy. I couldn't believe this shit. Here I was bent down looking out the window like a freak. Every time I heard something not normal I had my bat ready for action, still half sleep. My eyelids felt heavy. I was so tired, even though I didn't have any plans I still wanted to get my shut eye. But I couldn't do it. Each time I'd be half way to dreamland and boom, I'd hear another metallic clank or rough shove of something being dragged across the ground.

That onslaught of worrying kept me on guard until the crack of dawn and by then I was already knocked out. From what I could remember, there had been a whole lot of moving, grunts, big weird bodies and a big truck happening last night . . . and something about a banana.

Anyway this is where we currently are right now. Yep I'm in my bedroom finally after getting a chance to wash away last night's shame and returning to the day time version of my sexier self, I sat by the window glaring out at the same moving truck from before that must've returned while I was in the shower.

After seeing there only being a bunch of humans I settled down enough to put the bat back under my bed. That cost father a couple of swings. He'd kick my ass if he found out I put a dent in it.

But I guess the pointed question right now was why was I sitting here licking on a cherry popsicle in a red shirt and jeans watching these people go back and forth. Simple answer really. I'm bored and I don't have anything else to occupy my mind so I'm putting it to use by functioning all my senses at once. To see what was happening, to taste this sweet treat, to touch my ears out of habit, to hear all the details of what was going on and—damn what was the fifth sense? Shit and school is right around the corner too.

"Alright boys, that's it." My ears kicked up when I heard that and saw one of the big overall wearing humans waddling—I'm saying waddling because I'll be damned if what he was doing was walking—down toward the truck where the other fat brothers sat wiping off sweat like they'd did some labor.

I figured there wasn't much to look at after that because I'd soon see who it was in such a hurry to move in that house and damn did I get my answer.

No sooner had I stood up to toss my red stick—no not that red stick so get your minds out of the gutter. I meant my popsicle. Anyway I was about to call it day with my spying when suddenly I see him coming out of the same door that used to belong to Ms. Kendora.

Now listen I ain't gay. Fuck that. Not by a long shot. I don't do done of that swirly, fluffy, fruit cup shit. So reframe from all that crap when I say this because I'm just stating a fact . . .

This had to be the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. No really if you saw this guy it'd be like seeing a spurt of rainbows or something to that effect because I'm not kidding; this guy was serious model material. He came out of there decked in what I know was name brand clothes from the dark sunglasses to the black polo shirt tucked in some dark navy slacks. Now you thought I had some nice hair? Oh no this guy had a press or something going on here.

Keh, I bet 'cha it ain't real. Ain't no way somebody's hair is that cleansed.

I'm already picking. And yeah I can already tell most of this from this far away . . . ok no I couldn't but I was going by far off details. I was sizing him up.

I don't care.

Hell its basic pretty boy instinct to be hostile when possible competition moves in on your turf.

I'll just play it cool though. Just because he moved here didn't mean I'd have to see him. He wasn't anything special.

He was just the new guy.

TBC: Well how's that guys? I plan to have some fun here. Hope you could get a couple of laughs ^_^