Let It Burn
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
893
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
I don’t own any of the characters in this story.
Let It Burn—Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~ By Tusuke Kounami ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Let it burn, huh?”
Inuyasha took a huge gulp from his newly ordered, ice-cold beer.
“(burp) Excuse me!”
“You’re excused, and yes I guess that’s all I can do. Is there something wrong by my saying that?”
Inuyasha stretched.
“Nnnhope. I agree with you all the way.”
Inuyasha began to twirl a clawed finger around the rim of his glass, while resting his chin on his right; lost in his own world Inuyasha stared at the yellowish substance in his glass.
“One question though.”
He looked up at her no longer playing with the rim of his glass. Kagome rested her chin in the left palm of her hand, supporting her elbow on the bar.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Inuyasha’s facial expression immediately turned to that of a serious one.
“Is the person in question that this Hobo guy is having this little indiscretion with, a female?”
“Huh? What do you mean is it a female? Who the hell ELSE would it be?”
Kagome’s temper began to rise, right along with the symptoms of an on-coming headache in progress.
He took a long swig form his beer, not even attempting to flinch at her rising anger. Setting the glass down on the bar, he spoke.
“Geez, are you really that dense?”
Kagome firmly placed a hand on either side of her hips.
“Excuse me!!??”
Inuyasha inwardly smirked at her rising temper.
“Sorry to say it babe, but even a blind person can see what’s going on here.”
“And what pray tell IS going on here?”
He smirked.
“Anyone in their right mind can see that this Hobo guy is obviously either gay or a bisexual.”
“WHAT! How dare you!”
She looked at Inuyasha with disgust. Inuyasha was starting to get annoyed with her naïve little act.
“(sigh) The answer is so obvious. What you and this Hobo guy have isn’t a marriage at all, but instead a commitment, a commitment of friendship. No straight man in his right mind would marry a woman as beautiful as you and NEVER bed her!”
Her temper peaked and her interest tweaked.
“HOW IN THE SEVEN HELLS WOULD YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT HE BEDDED ME!? I DIDN’T TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!!?”
Inuyasha drunk the last bit of the cool yellowish substance, motioning for the waiter to bring him another.
He smirked at her.
“You’ve been married for three years and you STILL don’t have any kids. I think that tells me more than enough.”
Kagome picked up her newly poured shot and threw it in his face.
“YOU SON OF A – OOOH!”
Kagome hopped off her stool and snatched up her purse, proceeding to walk out of the door, fuming.
“This conversation is NOW over Takahashi!”
He watched her as she left the bar, amazed as to how much fire one woman alone could have. He inwardly smiled, not even Kikyou—the greatest bitch there is—could heat up just as Kagome alone did now. There was something about that woman that was calling him to make claim; a claim for himself.
‘That son of bitch has some nerve to insult me like that!’
Going a wonderful 85mph, a very pissed off Kagome raced her way through the streets of Shubuya to reach her destination of Tokyo City.
‘I mean big fuckin’ deal if what he says makes a hell of a lot of sense and could be true. He had no right in blowin’ it up in my face like that! She smiled contently her mood quickly changing. He called me beautiful. Kami if that man didn’t have “delicious” written all over him.’
Kagome quickly pulled herself out of her wandering thoughts.
‘Where the hell did that come from!? Oh well.’
Kagome thought to herself. She didn’t have time to think about it and she didn’t want to. As of now she had a whole mess load of work waiting for her and probably over a million and one messages left on her answering machine.
Finally reaching her destination, Kagome slowly parked her blue station wagon. Kagome sighed getting out of the car; she slammed the door with as much force as she could muster. Truthfully, she was tired of the old thing and could not ‘WAIT’ to have kids to get the old thing out of her hands. That...that damned piece of clunk of some metal she called a car was something that was passed down through her family from generation to generation. She wasn’t in the least bit proud of the old clunker. Here she was loaded with all of this money that most people could only dream of and driving an old blue piece of junk that should have kicked the bucket generations ago.
She smiled warmly at the old car though. Thinking of everything and how it would have been different had she not have that old piece of junk.
Gently shaking her head from side to side, Kagome pushed all of her thoughts aside thinking it best to remember those times another day.
Sighing for what seemed like the millionth time that day, Kagome went around to the side of her house to use the door that led directly to her private study. Closing the sliding glass door behind her and locking it, she walked over to the large mahogany desk, to which lied her answering machine. She pressed the button that would tell her whether or not she had any messages.
(answering machine) “You have three new messages.” (Beep)
“Hi Kagome, this is your mother, I was trying to call you but I can see that you’re not at home. Give me a call when you get in. We need to talk on the issue of my grandchildren. Excuse my being so rash but you and Hojo need to get to it! I love you!”
Shaking her head in annoyance, she listened to the next message.
(answering machine) “Message two.”
“Hey Kags it’s me Souta. Look I’m not trying to sound mean or anything but you and this Hobo guy really need to get the ball rolling with mama’s grandchildren, if you know what I mean. She’s talking another hole into my head. How would you feel if she called you four o’clock in the morning telling you, Souta and his wife need to make me grandbabies! Either get it together or lose the creep and find yourself a husband who can be a real man instead of a real jerk...I love you big sis and I want you to be happy, mama does too. We all know how bad you want children. Hells even ji-chan is warming up to the idea of having great grandchildren! If anyone in this world deserves happiness it’s you Kags...I just want to see my big sis happy. Give me a call when you can.”
Kagome shifted her weight at the sense of uneasiness she felt and continued to listen on.
(answering machine) “Message three.”
“Gods ‘Gome why the hell keep a cell phone if you’re never gonna use it? I swear you’re out of it sometimes. (sigh) Anyways, I have some good news and I have some bad news for ya. The good news is I saved my ass a hell of a lot of money on car insurance by switching to Gieco! HA HA! HA! I’m kidding, it’s a joke you’re supposed to laugh. Haha. Hardy, har, har...Awe forget it. But seriously the good news is, I found a new slogan for ‘Shikon no Tama’ that is bound to make sells go booming through the sky! The bad news is we need to hurry and copyright, use and advertise it before our rivals of ‘Wolves Den’ take it from us and come up with something just like it. So, to save you from doing a shitload of paper work, I took the liberty and did it all myself, being that you probably already have a shitload of paperwork anyway. Gods what am I saying, you do have a shitload of work, Kagura put it on your desktop e-mail late this afternoon. But anyways, the papers are just waiting for your signatures. Give me a call if you wanna hear more. I’ve got more news for ya, but I don’t wanna give you a whole fucking story over your answering machine. (pause, distant muffled yelling) Look ‘Gome I have to go, I have a few things I need to deal with. DON’T TOUCH THAT YOU LETCHER! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU T... (Click...dial tone)
(answering machine) “End of messages.”
Kagome smiled to herself, always enjoying a good laugh at the uproars the couple always seemed to create. Seating herself in the black leather rotating chair behind her desk, Kagome put all of her attention on the notebook that lay to her right. Opening it up and turning on the screen Kagome patiently waited for the notebook to load. Finally typing in a few passwords here and there, Kagome’s personal desktop appeared and with it a white envelope appeared before her on her screen.
(Notebook) “You’ve got mail!”
She clicked on the first e-mail message that displayed it’s sender screen name: thewindsorceress@yahoo-japan.com, under it read the words URGENT. The desktop e-mail message opened quickly, Kagome’s brows furrowed in confusion right before her eyes went wide-eyed in shock at the information that she saw before her.
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It was now Inuyasha’s turn to race through the streets of Shubuya trying desperately to reach his destination of Kibuta Luxury Condos.
He had a hell of a lot of shit on his mind and running into Kagome Higurashi was the very last thing he needed. But damn- it to hell with his luck, he just had to run in to a bitch like her. Now to top his already wracked brain, he was tipsy as hell, which was already giving way to what was going to be a terrible headache in the morning. And you’d think that was just the least of his problems. Of all the greatest fucking nights in the world it just had to be this one. He just had to meet HER on the very night that he was trying to drink all of the fucking nonsense that was running through his brain away. NOW here he was 2 o’clock in the damn morning and he had a gotdamn aching arousal. FUCK, if he didn’t find Chii or Kikyo soon to allow him to relieve his self of this...this so called lust, he was going to explode. And he sure as hell was not about to lower his Takahashi standards and do it his damn self!
As if on cue Inuyasha’s cell annoyingly began to ring, flashing the speed dial number two of Chii’s personal phone line to him. Sighing and thanking whatever gods who were willing to listen, Inuyasha took the phone off the dashboard and answered it, with his oh-so-famous smirk planted right on his face.
“Hey babes, I missed ya! I have to admit you had me worried there for a sec. I was beginning to think little Inu wasn’t doin’ too much for ya anymore.”
A giggle came from the other line.
“Oh Inuyasha, how can you saying such things!? If anyone should be worried it should be Chii, Chii mean Chii was the one that thinking that you OR little Inu didn’t want Chii anymore. Chii was sad for a while. So, does Inuyasha and little Inu wanna come play with Chii?”
Inuyasha sighed again on the other line. Chii may have had a beautiful body, but there was nothing beautiful about her vocabulary.
“Yeah, whatever you want Chii. Just tell me where you want me to meet you and I’ll be there. Little Inu’s been waitin’ for ya!”
Another giddy giggle came from Chii’s side of the phone line.
“Chii being so happy right now! Chii can’t wait till Inuyasha coming and get her from Tokyo Station, Chii’s all whet for Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha bit back a groan and stepped on the gas pedal.
“I’ll be right there baby, you stay nice and whet for Inu, ya here? I gotta go.” (Click)
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Sango sighed, feeling the onset of what was going to be a very bad headache; she watched annoyingly as the man before her bustled about her kitchen trying his best to whip up what he called a very special dinner. About 2 hours ago, the only thing that she had really wanted to do was climb into the comfort of her queen-sized Serta bed and just sleep. Being the best friend and hard worker she was, for Kagome’s sake, she had taken the liberty and did the shitload of paperwork that would have eventually become Kagome’s.
That was last thing Kagome needed right now, stuck with a whole lot of paper work that she wasn’t even expecting and she, Sango, be the cause of it all. Not too long after she had left the office, stack of papers in hand, her annoying and overly perverted boyfriend just had to stop by. His reason being, something about him missing his dumpling poo, and to make up for the loss he felt in his heart he wanted to make her dinner...an offer by the way she did not refuse. Simply put, she could not cook. She didn’t know whether it was her impatience to do so, or just the thought of having to take up such a womanly role. It wasn’t her thing. She had always been a little on the tomboyish side because of her father. He had wanted a son but out she came instead and he would tell her every day, he wouldn’t of had it any other way. So to make up for what really wasn’t there, Tekai, her father, treated her like she was the son he never had. Then Kohaku came, and that really set things off. He had the both of them practice judo whenever he wasn’t off on some kind of distant trip for the family business and even then he called every night and had their mother make sure that they were, and if they weren’t...is spelled trouble for the both of them. But that was another story. Alas here she was in the middle of her kitchen sitting at the at the island in front of this so called houshi, watching him make a fool of himself, preparing his so called luxurious meal fit for a queen.”
“Miroku you really don’t have to do this for me, honest. Maybe we can just order out.”
Miroku turned away for a brief moment from his task at hand to answer her.
“Ah, ah, ah, my little apple dumpling, you deserve a nice home cooked meal and I will hear nothing more of it.”
Sighing in defeat, Sango answered him back.
“Fine, fine, do whatever you want.”
She got up to leave the kitchen. Miroku immediately stopped what he was doing looking as if he were going to cry.
“Where are you going my little sugar dumpling!”
She stopped in the kitchen doorway for a brief moment to answer him, without even turning around.
“I need to call Kagome again, she may be home by now.”
Miroku’s worrisome expression soon faded away.
“Well don’t be too long, my cute little apple pie, dinner’s almost ready!”
He smiled in triumph.
Waving her hand submissively she answered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll be right back.”
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Kagome quickly picked up her cellular phone without even bothering to look at the CID screen, to keep it from feeding her headache anymore, all the while wondering who in the seven hells had the nerve to call her right now.
“MOUSHI, MOUSHI!”
“Well hello to you too Kagome. I was calling to see if you had gotten Kagura’s e-mail yet.”
“Yeah I did, I’m looking at it right now. What the hell does it mean?”
“Exactly what it says, the public are demanding an increase in production. More or so women, they feel as though the fragrance gives them a sense of power whenever they are around their men. Oh! And you’ve gotten a complaint from one of your customer’s. He says that he tried the fragrance because he and his wife had gotten into an argument about him not being manly enough, so he thought of the oh-so-wonderful idea of purchasing ‘Shikon no Tama’. Now his wife wants to divorce him, the poor darling thinks her husband has a little too much sugar in his tank and because of that he wants to sue you for everything you’ve got AND press charges for false advertisement.”
Kagome was rendered speechless. Just seconds later she soon found her voice.
“H-HE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY HE?! THE FRAGRANCE IS FOR WOMEN! NOT MEN! WOMEN!”
“Have you ever thought about doing those American priceless commercials? I mean you’d be so great! It’d be like a 2004 SUV... twenty seven thousand dollars, a trip to Euro Disney... three hundred and fifty dollars, watching Kagome Higurashi blow steam out of ears because of an ignorant and money hungry man... PRICELESS. Ha! Ha! (clears her throat) But yeah, I know, you would think that he would go and use ‘Wolves Den’ instead.”
Kagome sighed in annoyance and anger. She began to rub her temples in attempt to ease away her headache.
“Stay on task Sango. So when is the first court appearance?”
“Exactly two days from now.”
“YOUR DINNER’S READY MY LITTLE FRUIT CAKE!”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU HENTAI, I’M COMIN’! Anyways, the court appearance is in exactly two days. He says if you don’t show up he’s really gonna try and nail you down. Tsst, yeah right, and I rule the world.”
“Damn-it to hell...what is this guys’ name?”
“Jaromaru Kageromaru”
“(sigh) Where have I heard that name before?”
“The ‘Wolves Den’ Corporation. He’s a lowly assembly worker who’s always looking for a way for easy cash. To prove my point, two years ago he held up ‘Tokyo Station’s First National Bank’ by himself. He was sentenced to three months in prison and five months community service. FOR ATTEMPTED ROBBERY! I mean come on, who the hell robs a high-tech bank bustling with cops and people, and by themselves no less!? Really! You’d think people would have more common sense than that. But to get back to what I was saying, exactly one week later after serving his so called “deed of justice” for the attempted robbery, he bagged napped an old hag right outside of the ‘Kaze no Kizu Old Folks Home’, he accused the old hag of stealing his wife’s purse. Turns out the old fucker forgot to check the goods in the bag. Her purse was filled with Tapioca pudding. He was put in jail for two days and was released on bail for forty-two-thousand yen and set on probation for exactly one year, he’s been off of probation now for four months without any problems and now this. Oh and to top all of that off with cherries and sprinkles the baka is a demon in humanoid form.”
“(Grrr) I haven’t the slightest idea why Kami-sama put these lame ass baka’s on the earth anyway!? Look I’m going let you go and eat your dinner.”
“Yeah thanks.”
“I’ll talk to you later, FRUIT CAKE! HA! HA!”
“Kagome boss and best friend you may be, but you are seriously asking for a great ass whoopin’”
“Yeah, yeah, go eat your dinner, I’ll talk to you later. Oh and Sango?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
Sango smiled warmly.
“Anytime ‘Gome, anytime.”
(click)
Kagome gently put her cell phone back upon the desk, smiling contently while doing so. She never did notice the figure that stood before her until now.
“Hojo! Gods you scared me!”
Kagome got up to move away from her desk and embrace her husband.
“Hello Higurashi. Did you miss me?”
Kagome stepped out of her husband’s embrace to look up into his eyes.
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that. I am your wife ya know, you can call me by my first name, Kagome, in case you’ve forgotten. And yes, yes I did miss you, but I don’t understand you’re not supposed to be back for another two days.”
“W-well something came up, so there was a change in plans.”
A light blush graced Hojo’s face. Kagome instantly thought back to the conversation her and Inuyasha had earlier that evening.
...“One question though.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Is the person in question that this Hobo guy is having this little indiscretion with, a female?”
“Huh? What do you mean is it a female? Who the hell ELSE would it be?”
“Geez, are you really that dense?”
“Excuse me!!??”
“Sorry to say it babe, but even a blind person can see what’s going on here.”
“And what pray tell IS going on here?”
“Anyone in their right mind can see that this Hobo guy is obviously either gay or a bisexual.”
“WHAT! How dare you!”
“(sigh) The answer is so obvious. What you and this Hobo guy have isn’t a marriage at all, but instead a commitment, a commitment of friendship. No straight man in his right mind would marry a woman as beautiful as you and NEVER bed her!”
“HOW IN THE SEVEN HELLS WOULD YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT HE BEDDED ME!? I DIDN’T TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!!?”
“You’ve been married for three years and you STILL don’t have any kids. I think that tells me more than enough.”...
She had knew all along that Inuyasha was right, and she knew that she was wrong for throwing her drink in his face. But it just made her so mad for her to hear the words that she did not want to be a reality. Her husband was cheating on her, but it puzzled her to death with whom Hojo was cheating on her with, and all it took was Inuyasha’s foul mouth and bad choice of timing to make her realize so. Now all it was, was a matter of him bringing his little indiscretion into the light for her. She had to find some reason or alibi, anything, to allow her to divorce the man that now stood before her. It would make her look terrible to the public, to have no reason at all. Just like her, the public loved him and she did not want to be mean and selfish and jeopardize his image telling the world that Hojo was either gay or a bisexual. Now all she had to do was get Hojo out of the same room with her and call Sango back to let her in on her soon would be well-formulated plan, and though she had just met him today, she was going to need a hell of a lot of help from Inuyasha Takahashi.
REVIEW!!!! I love those cliffies! Tusuke Kounami
Let It Burn—Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~ By Tusuke Kounami ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Let it burn, huh?”
Inuyasha took a huge gulp from his newly ordered, ice-cold beer.
“(burp) Excuse me!”
“You’re excused, and yes I guess that’s all I can do. Is there something wrong by my saying that?”
Inuyasha stretched.
“Nnnhope. I agree with you all the way.”
Inuyasha began to twirl a clawed finger around the rim of his glass, while resting his chin on his right; lost in his own world Inuyasha stared at the yellowish substance in his glass.
“One question though.”
He looked up at her no longer playing with the rim of his glass. Kagome rested her chin in the left palm of her hand, supporting her elbow on the bar.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Inuyasha’s facial expression immediately turned to that of a serious one.
“Is the person in question that this Hobo guy is having this little indiscretion with, a female?”
“Huh? What do you mean is it a female? Who the hell ELSE would it be?”
Kagome’s temper began to rise, right along with the symptoms of an on-coming headache in progress.
He took a long swig form his beer, not even attempting to flinch at her rising anger. Setting the glass down on the bar, he spoke.
“Geez, are you really that dense?”
Kagome firmly placed a hand on either side of her hips.
“Excuse me!!??”
Inuyasha inwardly smirked at her rising temper.
“Sorry to say it babe, but even a blind person can see what’s going on here.”
“And what pray tell IS going on here?”
He smirked.
“Anyone in their right mind can see that this Hobo guy is obviously either gay or a bisexual.”
“WHAT! How dare you!”
She looked at Inuyasha with disgust. Inuyasha was starting to get annoyed with her naïve little act.
“(sigh) The answer is so obvious. What you and this Hobo guy have isn’t a marriage at all, but instead a commitment, a commitment of friendship. No straight man in his right mind would marry a woman as beautiful as you and NEVER bed her!”
Her temper peaked and her interest tweaked.
“HOW IN THE SEVEN HELLS WOULD YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT HE BEDDED ME!? I DIDN’T TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!!?”
Inuyasha drunk the last bit of the cool yellowish substance, motioning for the waiter to bring him another.
He smirked at her.
“You’ve been married for three years and you STILL don’t have any kids. I think that tells me more than enough.”
Kagome picked up her newly poured shot and threw it in his face.
“YOU SON OF A – OOOH!”
Kagome hopped off her stool and snatched up her purse, proceeding to walk out of the door, fuming.
“This conversation is NOW over Takahashi!”
He watched her as she left the bar, amazed as to how much fire one woman alone could have. He inwardly smiled, not even Kikyou—the greatest bitch there is—could heat up just as Kagome alone did now. There was something about that woman that was calling him to make claim; a claim for himself.
‘That son of bitch has some nerve to insult me like that!’
Going a wonderful 85mph, a very pissed off Kagome raced her way through the streets of Shubuya to reach her destination of Tokyo City.
‘I mean big fuckin’ deal if what he says makes a hell of a lot of sense and could be true. He had no right in blowin’ it up in my face like that! She smiled contently her mood quickly changing. He called me beautiful. Kami if that man didn’t have “delicious” written all over him.’
Kagome quickly pulled herself out of her wandering thoughts.
‘Where the hell did that come from!? Oh well.’
Kagome thought to herself. She didn’t have time to think about it and she didn’t want to. As of now she had a whole mess load of work waiting for her and probably over a million and one messages left on her answering machine.
Finally reaching her destination, Kagome slowly parked her blue station wagon. Kagome sighed getting out of the car; she slammed the door with as much force as she could muster. Truthfully, she was tired of the old thing and could not ‘WAIT’ to have kids to get the old thing out of her hands. That...that damned piece of clunk of some metal she called a car was something that was passed down through her family from generation to generation. She wasn’t in the least bit proud of the old clunker. Here she was loaded with all of this money that most people could only dream of and driving an old blue piece of junk that should have kicked the bucket generations ago.
She smiled warmly at the old car though. Thinking of everything and how it would have been different had she not have that old piece of junk.
Gently shaking her head from side to side, Kagome pushed all of her thoughts aside thinking it best to remember those times another day.
Sighing for what seemed like the millionth time that day, Kagome went around to the side of her house to use the door that led directly to her private study. Closing the sliding glass door behind her and locking it, she walked over to the large mahogany desk, to which lied her answering machine. She pressed the button that would tell her whether or not she had any messages.
(answering machine) “You have three new messages.” (Beep)
“Hi Kagome, this is your mother, I was trying to call you but I can see that you’re not at home. Give me a call when you get in. We need to talk on the issue of my grandchildren. Excuse my being so rash but you and Hojo need to get to it! I love you!”
Shaking her head in annoyance, she listened to the next message.
(answering machine) “Message two.”
“Hey Kags it’s me Souta. Look I’m not trying to sound mean or anything but you and this Hobo guy really need to get the ball rolling with mama’s grandchildren, if you know what I mean. She’s talking another hole into my head. How would you feel if she called you four o’clock in the morning telling you, Souta and his wife need to make me grandbabies! Either get it together or lose the creep and find yourself a husband who can be a real man instead of a real jerk...I love you big sis and I want you to be happy, mama does too. We all know how bad you want children. Hells even ji-chan is warming up to the idea of having great grandchildren! If anyone in this world deserves happiness it’s you Kags...I just want to see my big sis happy. Give me a call when you can.”
Kagome shifted her weight at the sense of uneasiness she felt and continued to listen on.
(answering machine) “Message three.”
“Gods ‘Gome why the hell keep a cell phone if you’re never gonna use it? I swear you’re out of it sometimes. (sigh) Anyways, I have some good news and I have some bad news for ya. The good news is I saved my ass a hell of a lot of money on car insurance by switching to Gieco! HA HA! HA! I’m kidding, it’s a joke you’re supposed to laugh. Haha. Hardy, har, har...Awe forget it. But seriously the good news is, I found a new slogan for ‘Shikon no Tama’ that is bound to make sells go booming through the sky! The bad news is we need to hurry and copyright, use and advertise it before our rivals of ‘Wolves Den’ take it from us and come up with something just like it. So, to save you from doing a shitload of paper work, I took the liberty and did it all myself, being that you probably already have a shitload of paperwork anyway. Gods what am I saying, you do have a shitload of work, Kagura put it on your desktop e-mail late this afternoon. But anyways, the papers are just waiting for your signatures. Give me a call if you wanna hear more. I’ve got more news for ya, but I don’t wanna give you a whole fucking story over your answering machine. (pause, distant muffled yelling) Look ‘Gome I have to go, I have a few things I need to deal with. DON’T TOUCH THAT YOU LETCHER! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU T... (Click...dial tone)
(answering machine) “End of messages.”
Kagome smiled to herself, always enjoying a good laugh at the uproars the couple always seemed to create. Seating herself in the black leather rotating chair behind her desk, Kagome put all of her attention on the notebook that lay to her right. Opening it up and turning on the screen Kagome patiently waited for the notebook to load. Finally typing in a few passwords here and there, Kagome’s personal desktop appeared and with it a white envelope appeared before her on her screen.
(Notebook) “You’ve got mail!”
She clicked on the first e-mail message that displayed it’s sender screen name: thewindsorceress@yahoo-japan.com, under it read the words URGENT. The desktop e-mail message opened quickly, Kagome’s brows furrowed in confusion right before her eyes went wide-eyed in shock at the information that she saw before her.
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It was now Inuyasha’s turn to race through the streets of Shubuya trying desperately to reach his destination of Kibuta Luxury Condos.
He had a hell of a lot of shit on his mind and running into Kagome Higurashi was the very last thing he needed. But damn- it to hell with his luck, he just had to run in to a bitch like her. Now to top his already wracked brain, he was tipsy as hell, which was already giving way to what was going to be a terrible headache in the morning. And you’d think that was just the least of his problems. Of all the greatest fucking nights in the world it just had to be this one. He just had to meet HER on the very night that he was trying to drink all of the fucking nonsense that was running through his brain away. NOW here he was 2 o’clock in the damn morning and he had a gotdamn aching arousal. FUCK, if he didn’t find Chii or Kikyo soon to allow him to relieve his self of this...this so called lust, he was going to explode. And he sure as hell was not about to lower his Takahashi standards and do it his damn self!
As if on cue Inuyasha’s cell annoyingly began to ring, flashing the speed dial number two of Chii’s personal phone line to him. Sighing and thanking whatever gods who were willing to listen, Inuyasha took the phone off the dashboard and answered it, with his oh-so-famous smirk planted right on his face.
“Hey babes, I missed ya! I have to admit you had me worried there for a sec. I was beginning to think little Inu wasn’t doin’ too much for ya anymore.”
A giggle came from the other line.
“Oh Inuyasha, how can you saying such things!? If anyone should be worried it should be Chii, Chii mean Chii was the one that thinking that you OR little Inu didn’t want Chii anymore. Chii was sad for a while. So, does Inuyasha and little Inu wanna come play with Chii?”
Inuyasha sighed again on the other line. Chii may have had a beautiful body, but there was nothing beautiful about her vocabulary.
“Yeah, whatever you want Chii. Just tell me where you want me to meet you and I’ll be there. Little Inu’s been waitin’ for ya!”
Another giddy giggle came from Chii’s side of the phone line.
“Chii being so happy right now! Chii can’t wait till Inuyasha coming and get her from Tokyo Station, Chii’s all whet for Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha bit back a groan and stepped on the gas pedal.
“I’ll be right there baby, you stay nice and whet for Inu, ya here? I gotta go.” (Click)
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Sango sighed, feeling the onset of what was going to be a very bad headache; she watched annoyingly as the man before her bustled about her kitchen trying his best to whip up what he called a very special dinner. About 2 hours ago, the only thing that she had really wanted to do was climb into the comfort of her queen-sized Serta bed and just sleep. Being the best friend and hard worker she was, for Kagome’s sake, she had taken the liberty and did the shitload of paperwork that would have eventually become Kagome’s.
That was last thing Kagome needed right now, stuck with a whole lot of paper work that she wasn’t even expecting and she, Sango, be the cause of it all. Not too long after she had left the office, stack of papers in hand, her annoying and overly perverted boyfriend just had to stop by. His reason being, something about him missing his dumpling poo, and to make up for the loss he felt in his heart he wanted to make her dinner...an offer by the way she did not refuse. Simply put, she could not cook. She didn’t know whether it was her impatience to do so, or just the thought of having to take up such a womanly role. It wasn’t her thing. She had always been a little on the tomboyish side because of her father. He had wanted a son but out she came instead and he would tell her every day, he wouldn’t of had it any other way. So to make up for what really wasn’t there, Tekai, her father, treated her like she was the son he never had. Then Kohaku came, and that really set things off. He had the both of them practice judo whenever he wasn’t off on some kind of distant trip for the family business and even then he called every night and had their mother make sure that they were, and if they weren’t...is spelled trouble for the both of them. But that was another story. Alas here she was in the middle of her kitchen sitting at the at the island in front of this so called houshi, watching him make a fool of himself, preparing his so called luxurious meal fit for a queen.”
“Miroku you really don’t have to do this for me, honest. Maybe we can just order out.”
Miroku turned away for a brief moment from his task at hand to answer her.
“Ah, ah, ah, my little apple dumpling, you deserve a nice home cooked meal and I will hear nothing more of it.”
Sighing in defeat, Sango answered him back.
“Fine, fine, do whatever you want.”
She got up to leave the kitchen. Miroku immediately stopped what he was doing looking as if he were going to cry.
“Where are you going my little sugar dumpling!”
She stopped in the kitchen doorway for a brief moment to answer him, without even turning around.
“I need to call Kagome again, she may be home by now.”
Miroku’s worrisome expression soon faded away.
“Well don’t be too long, my cute little apple pie, dinner’s almost ready!”
He smiled in triumph.
Waving her hand submissively she answered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll be right back.”
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Kagome quickly picked up her cellular phone without even bothering to look at the CID screen, to keep it from feeding her headache anymore, all the while wondering who in the seven hells had the nerve to call her right now.
“MOUSHI, MOUSHI!”
“Well hello to you too Kagome. I was calling to see if you had gotten Kagura’s e-mail yet.”
“Yeah I did, I’m looking at it right now. What the hell does it mean?”
“Exactly what it says, the public are demanding an increase in production. More or so women, they feel as though the fragrance gives them a sense of power whenever they are around their men. Oh! And you’ve gotten a complaint from one of your customer’s. He says that he tried the fragrance because he and his wife had gotten into an argument about him not being manly enough, so he thought of the oh-so-wonderful idea of purchasing ‘Shikon no Tama’. Now his wife wants to divorce him, the poor darling thinks her husband has a little too much sugar in his tank and because of that he wants to sue you for everything you’ve got AND press charges for false advertisement.”
Kagome was rendered speechless. Just seconds later she soon found her voice.
“H-HE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY HE?! THE FRAGRANCE IS FOR WOMEN! NOT MEN! WOMEN!”
“Have you ever thought about doing those American priceless commercials? I mean you’d be so great! It’d be like a 2004 SUV... twenty seven thousand dollars, a trip to Euro Disney... three hundred and fifty dollars, watching Kagome Higurashi blow steam out of ears because of an ignorant and money hungry man... PRICELESS. Ha! Ha! (clears her throat) But yeah, I know, you would think that he would go and use ‘Wolves Den’ instead.”
Kagome sighed in annoyance and anger. She began to rub her temples in attempt to ease away her headache.
“Stay on task Sango. So when is the first court appearance?”
“Exactly two days from now.”
“YOUR DINNER’S READY MY LITTLE FRUIT CAKE!”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU HENTAI, I’M COMIN’! Anyways, the court appearance is in exactly two days. He says if you don’t show up he’s really gonna try and nail you down. Tsst, yeah right, and I rule the world.”
“Damn-it to hell...what is this guys’ name?”
“Jaromaru Kageromaru”
“(sigh) Where have I heard that name before?”
“The ‘Wolves Den’ Corporation. He’s a lowly assembly worker who’s always looking for a way for easy cash. To prove my point, two years ago he held up ‘Tokyo Station’s First National Bank’ by himself. He was sentenced to three months in prison and five months community service. FOR ATTEMPTED ROBBERY! I mean come on, who the hell robs a high-tech bank bustling with cops and people, and by themselves no less!? Really! You’d think people would have more common sense than that. But to get back to what I was saying, exactly one week later after serving his so called “deed of justice” for the attempted robbery, he bagged napped an old hag right outside of the ‘Kaze no Kizu Old Folks Home’, he accused the old hag of stealing his wife’s purse. Turns out the old fucker forgot to check the goods in the bag. Her purse was filled with Tapioca pudding. He was put in jail for two days and was released on bail for forty-two-thousand yen and set on probation for exactly one year, he’s been off of probation now for four months without any problems and now this. Oh and to top all of that off with cherries and sprinkles the baka is a demon in humanoid form.”
“(Grrr) I haven’t the slightest idea why Kami-sama put these lame ass baka’s on the earth anyway!? Look I’m going let you go and eat your dinner.”
“Yeah thanks.”
“I’ll talk to you later, FRUIT CAKE! HA! HA!”
“Kagome boss and best friend you may be, but you are seriously asking for a great ass whoopin’”
“Yeah, yeah, go eat your dinner, I’ll talk to you later. Oh and Sango?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
Sango smiled warmly.
“Anytime ‘Gome, anytime.”
(click)
Kagome gently put her cell phone back upon the desk, smiling contently while doing so. She never did notice the figure that stood before her until now.
“Hojo! Gods you scared me!”
Kagome got up to move away from her desk and embrace her husband.
“Hello Higurashi. Did you miss me?”
Kagome stepped out of her husband’s embrace to look up into his eyes.
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that. I am your wife ya know, you can call me by my first name, Kagome, in case you’ve forgotten. And yes, yes I did miss you, but I don’t understand you’re not supposed to be back for another two days.”
“W-well something came up, so there was a change in plans.”
A light blush graced Hojo’s face. Kagome instantly thought back to the conversation her and Inuyasha had earlier that evening.
...“One question though.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Is the person in question that this Hobo guy is having this little indiscretion with, a female?”
“Huh? What do you mean is it a female? Who the hell ELSE would it be?”
“Geez, are you really that dense?”
“Excuse me!!??”
“Sorry to say it babe, but even a blind person can see what’s going on here.”
“And what pray tell IS going on here?”
“Anyone in their right mind can see that this Hobo guy is obviously either gay or a bisexual.”
“WHAT! How dare you!”
“(sigh) The answer is so obvious. What you and this Hobo guy have isn’t a marriage at all, but instead a commitment, a commitment of friendship. No straight man in his right mind would marry a woman as beautiful as you and NEVER bed her!”
“HOW IN THE SEVEN HELLS WOULD YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT HE BEDDED ME!? I DIDN’T TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!!?”
“You’ve been married for three years and you STILL don’t have any kids. I think that tells me more than enough.”...
She had knew all along that Inuyasha was right, and she knew that she was wrong for throwing her drink in his face. But it just made her so mad for her to hear the words that she did not want to be a reality. Her husband was cheating on her, but it puzzled her to death with whom Hojo was cheating on her with, and all it took was Inuyasha’s foul mouth and bad choice of timing to make her realize so. Now all it was, was a matter of him bringing his little indiscretion into the light for her. She had to find some reason or alibi, anything, to allow her to divorce the man that now stood before her. It would make her look terrible to the public, to have no reason at all. Just like her, the public loved him and she did not want to be mean and selfish and jeopardize his image telling the world that Hojo was either gay or a bisexual. Now all she had to do was get Hojo out of the same room with her and call Sango back to let her in on her soon would be well-formulated plan, and though she had just met him today, she was going to need a hell of a lot of help from Inuyasha Takahashi.
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