InuYasha Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Another Yellow Brick For The Road ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter six

“Well that was a bit of an interesting gig.” Miroku looked out the rearview mirror as he changed lanes. Naruto was sitting down with his head cradled in his hands as Inuyasha played his Gameboy. Making sure that Sasuke and the others were still following, Miroku made the turn off his exit telling the two, “I know you guys are a bit pissed we had to drive out this far, but can you at least talk to me?” Inuyasha continued to play his video game while Naruto began to snore lightly.

The silence was exuding heavily from the band members was something that Miroku knew was going to happen. As they band normally only performed on Saturdays and the occasional weekday, but giving up their Friday night had been something they never had to do. Coughing loudly to get Inuyasha’s attention, the band manager said, “At least your girlfriend is in the band Inuyasha. Think about what it’s like for us to have to leave the person we’re dating at home alone on a Friday night.”

Shutting off the machine, Inuyasha settled back in his chair heavily saying, “I could care less about where we have to go for a gig.” Clutching his fingers, Inuyasha began to pop them as he continued. “The only thing I have to worry about is whether or not my parents are going to pester me with questions. The others,” he looked over his chair to see Naruto smacking his lips in his sleep, “the others all have to worry about getting interrogated the moment they get home by both parents and girls.”

Miroku chuckled at the realization of that Rin would be calling him to ask how the gig went. When he’d first told the band about the gig on Monday, he’d nearly been pummeled to death. Shippou had been saying he’d been lucky that he’d been given the day off for that day, while the others all complained saying they had to work opening shifts the on Saturday. Upon learning of the latest gig, Kohaku got up and smacked Miroku saying, “Next time talk to all of us about a gig like this!” The smack hurt a lot more than it should have, Miroku expected to get hit but receiving a blow from Kohaku was something he’d never expected.

From her seat the drums, Kagome sniggered at seeing their manager rub where he’d been hit. Rolling out a rim shot, the black-haired drummer told the band, “ Well, my mom may not let me on a gig like this. She already doesn’t like our plans after graduation, so doing something like this during the school year may be almost too much for her to bear.” Thankfully her prediction had been wrong and her mom allowed it so long as she called when they arrived at the club, when they took a break, and when they left.

The group all broke into laughter when Kagome told them her mom was still awake and pacing the living room. Of course upon hearing this, Inuyasha mentioned something about Kagome’s mom needing to cut the umbilical cord which led the guitarist to catch a ride with Miroku. The band knew that saying this would have Kagome fuming and complaining to Kohaku in the car while telling embarrassing stories about some of the couples more, “private moments,” to the others. One of which was probably about Inuyasha wearing a tuxedo-shape thong the month before as an anniversary present for Kagome.

In the back seat of Sasuke’s car, Kohaku was in a fit of hysterics, while Shippou had his head resting against the dashboard while their driver kept one hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing and crashing the car. Giggling as she spoke, Kagome told her friends, “Well, it was lucky for us that Souta had left to go to a friends house and Mom had to go out of town for work. I mean she knows that we have sex, but I wouldn’t want her to see Inuyasha’s ass through two little but flaps that are made to look like coat tails.”

Removing his hand from his mouth, Sasuke laughed out for her to stop but that only fueled the fire. Reaching into her purse, Kagome pulled out the picture and showed it to Kohaku making the kid start to cough from lack of breath. Reaching over she showed Shippou the picture making him hit his nose against the window from the site of the picture. Hearing the thud, Sasuke told Kagome to put the picture away as Shippou rubbed his nose in pain.

Staring at the picture, Kagome laughed loudly at seeing Inuyasha cover his face in embarrassment at the site of him looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend taking a picture of him in the garment. Hearing the bag zip close, Sasuke had to rub his eyes from keeping in the laughter while Kohaku said, “I’ll be sure to get a picture of my boyfriends if I can talk him into doing that for my birthday.” The two men in the front seat stared at each other with slightly uncomfortable looks. Like most guys their age who were okay with gay people, unless it had to deal with two women, they didn’t want to hear about it.

Sensing the what was going on, Kohaku told Kagome, “Oh and for Inuyasha’s birthday, if you need some tips on, well helping his tip, give me a call and I can give you some pointers.” Shippou sprayed the dashboard with his water and Sasuke just remained quiet driving carefully while controlling his laughter. Not getting the desired reaction from Sasuke, Kohaku just shrugged asking, “Do you need help in that area?”

Glancing at his friend through the rearview, Sasuke gave him a stern look saying, “Kohaku, can you please keep these topics to yourself for when I’m not driving. And that goes same for you Kagome,” he added out of fairness to the lighting designer. He thought that if one person was going to tell stories and nearly force him to crash, everyone else who felt the need to tell such tales should be mentioned as well. Noticing that they were close to Kohaku’s, Sasuke asked his friend, “You got all your stuff, Kohaku?”

Grabbing his bag, Kohaku stuffed all of his equipment into it saying, “Yeah, and I’ll see you guys on Sunday after church.” When Sasuke pulled into the driveway, the three said goodbye to him and made sure he was in the door they pulled out and headed off to Shippou’s. It was a bit unusual for his friends to see Shippou walk into his house and not creep up the stairs. Although it seemed a bit insensitive, but he really was better off without his mom around. Letting Kagome get into the front seat, Sasuke pulled out of Shippou’s driveway and made his way to the girls home.

When he pulled up to the curb outside Kagome’s, Sasuke thought it best to walk her to the door to avoid getting yelled at later on for not being courteous. Opening the door for Kagome, Sasuke walked her to the door and was about to knock only to have Kira open it saying, “Thank you for bringing her home.” Looking around Kira had a look of inquiry asking, “Why isn’t Inuyasha with you? Did you drop him off already?”

Growling, Kagome stepped in telling her mother, “We got into a fight at the club and he’s being dropped off by Miroku.” Letting Sasuke in, Kira asked what the got into an argument over this time around. Taking her shoes off and putting her purse on the kitchen table, Kagome stood on the steps saying, “He complained about you being over protective and unable to let me go out for one night without you worrying.”

Laughing to herself, Kira asked Sasuke, “I hear you still haven’t gotten a date to the prom yet. Why is that Sasuke dear?” Moving a bit closer, Kira could see a sudden rush of red fill the teens face. Reaching up slowly, the woman grabbed his cheeks and pinched them in an extremely rough manner, forcing him to howl in pain while telling him, “You honestly think I’d try something like that on you? I have someone I can do that to anytime I want.”

Slipping down the step she was on, Kagome recovered from the spill asking her mother, “What do you mean by that?” Letting go of Sasuke’s cheeks, Kira tried to explain the situation when Souta’s voice came from his room telling them to shut up so he could sleep. Looking up the steps, Kagome told her brother to go back to bed before turning on her mother saying, “You’d better tell me everything about this mystery man before I kick your butt!”

Breaking free of her daughter, Kira went and grabbed her purse in order to hand Sasuke some money for gas. He at first tried to deny it only to have her say, “You used your gas to bring her home so the least I can do is help pay for it.” Pressing thirty dollars into the boys hand, Kira took him to the door happily explaining to him, “Make sure you use this to fill up before you get home because I don’t want your mother yelling at me about you being stranded with no gas.”
While Sasuke was leaving Kagome’s house, Kohaku took to sitting at the kitchen table eating some grapes as he made sure he had his History homework done. Going through a few wrong answers, Kohaku looked up to see his grandfather grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. Saying hello to his grandfather, Kohaku went back to his homework thinking he was going to be left alone.

Contrary to his thoughts, Kohaku heard his grandfather pull a chair out from the table and sit down across from him with a small smile. Looking up from the paper without moving his head, Kohaku was prepared to ask what the man wanted, and nearly fell to the ground when the man said, “Your sister told me about what happened last Saturday.” Hearing the pencil snap in half, Maury raised his eyebrows telling him, “I guess that was supposed to be a secret between the two of you?”

Closing his books, Kohaku began to go upstairs in order to chew his sister out for telling his grandparents about who he was dating. “I swear that the next time she does this I’m going to,” Kohaku was then pulled back into his seat by the old man. “Let me go and deal with her Gramps!” Said the boy in a little too loud of a voice. His grandmother’s voice echoed down the hallway asking if everything was okay.

“There’s nothing wrong Beatrice, Kohaku is just a little strung out from his show.” The woman said goodnight to the men and shut the spare bedroom door as Maury looked to his grandson in a disappointed manner. “Yes, your sister told us who you are dating. AND that you have, how do I put this delicately?” Scratching his chin, Maurice leaned back grunting out a yawn as while adding in, “Well she told us that you are sexually active with this person.”

Clenching his fists to keep from shouting, Kohaku growled to the man, “I’m eighteen years old, Grandpa. What I do now is of my own volition now that I am legal.” Setting his hands on the table, the lighting director told the man in a matter of fact tone, “The guy I am dating and I are keeping this a secret from most people around school. And, besides you know what his mother is like. She still gets on my case about doing the lights for a rock group. The LIGHTS Grandpa! I’m not even playing the music, I just make sure people see them.”

Rubbing some sleep from his eyes, Maury pulled a sticky note from the fridge and read out, “Before you go off on another tangent I have to tell you that Shino called, Ino called for some reason, and Chouji wanted to know if you had the government homework done.” Watching the paper slip from his hands, Maury smirked as he happily told his grandson, “Yeah, this guy you’re dating stopped by earlier and we had a LONG talk about what you two get up to.”

Kohaku’s face flushed a deep shade of vermillion at that sudden tidbit of knowledge. Propping his chin in his hand, Maury smirked slyly at his grandson as he explained the situation.

“He knew about us being around so he decided to stop by and pay a visit.” The rather mundane explanation was unusual for the old man as he always tended to embellish his stories. Keeping quiet, Kohaku allowed him to continue. “We invited him in and your sister, after a few glasses of wine, accidentally let slip her catching you and him in...well a compromising situation.” Kohaku tried to keep from shuddering at the details his sister had possibly let loose.

Laughing gently, the man finished his drink, sighed in a satisfied manner, and then said, “But, your grandmother took her to bed shortly after a less than graphic, yet highly unnecessary description of what she saw.” Tossing his bottle away he then added, “Although I must say it is a rather strange satisfaction to find out that you weren’t,” he trailed off and shook his head to get rid of the image quickly.

Looking up Kohaku had to hold back his own laughter when he could see the man doing his best from making eye contact. Tapping his fingers on the table, Kohaku decided to do a bit of torture saying, “Ya know Gramps,” the malicious intent was clearly evident in his voice when he added, “I’ve been on the bottom and it’s not as bad as you think.” Upon hearing this Maury began to fake retching noises having his grandson laugh out, “Well you shouldn’t have brought up the scenario if you don’t want to know the rest of the truth.”
Regaining his composure, Maury glared at his grandson telling him, “Just be sure you two,” he was then cut off as Kohaku said that they took the necessary precautions and were waiting for test results. “What do you mean ‘test results’?” Asked the old man in a worried manner. Kohaku said that Shino had slept with a couple of guys and even girls before they got together and he wanted to get tested just incase he’d caught a disease Twisting his face, Maury muttered that they should have done that before getting into bed together.

Grunting in agreement, Kohaku told his grandfather, “He’s fine, Gramps.” Their was a lightness to his voice that Maury recognized. Watching the boy from the corner of his eye, Maury smiled seeing the look glisten in the kids eyes. Sighing loudly, Kohaku continued by saying, “You don’t have to worry about me Grandpa. I may be leaving for a tour soon in a bunch of dingy old clubs, but this is home so long as Sango and the others are here. Even if one of them is related to a psycho religious old bat who’ll probably blame me for her son diving into the world of snurd nurggling.” As he said this, Kohaku’s boyfriend began to sneeze violently in his bed cursing the possibility of getting a cold so close to Summer.

Later on that morning, INuyasha woke up to his alarm clock blaring loudly. Grumbling he forced himself out of bed so that he could get to work. It wasn’t too far of a walk from his house, it was just that after four hours worth of driving and a two-hour set the night before, along with a twenty minute break and then some autographs and whoring their music, he didn’t want to move. But, he needed to get up as his father asking, “Come on Jaken, you want to wake up Inuyasha,” had him out of bed and in the bathroom shortly after hearing the prospect of having a Husky jump on him and lick his face.

Splashing some water onto his face, the silver-haired teen wiped his face and brushed his teeth as he watched himself in the mirror. He had some stubble coming in on his face and decided not to shave for a while. “I wonder what I’d look like with a beard?” he asked rubbing his cheeks. Hearing his mother ask who he was talking to, Inuyasha told her that he was just thinking out loud before rinsing his mouth free of toothpaste. Combing out his hair, Inuyasha left the bathroom and got dressed. Grabbing his work shirt, Inuyasha kissed his mom on the cheek and said that he’d see them at around four.

Walking down the sun-lit road, Inuyasha said hello to a few of his neighbors before crossing the street. He lived near a shopping center and got a job working at an electronics store, namely one that had a big blue sign and a yellow tag with the name on the top of the store. Making his way through the parking lot, he saw Sasuke’s car in the lot. Tapping the car, Inuyasha entered the store to find Sasuke in the middle of helping a customer. Heading into the back, he clocked in and saw that he was covering the music section with Sasuke. Going over he asked his friend, “So, what’s the damage today?”

Looking up from his clipboard, Sasuke offhandedly asked, “Why does it matter? We’re just helping people find movies and crap.” Saying that was all they did, Inuyasha went off to find a few things to do while Sasuke went back to organizing some of the CDs. He had to do something to keep his mind occupied as the story Kagome told him kept creeping into his head. Thankfully for him, those thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Ten-Ten shouting out at him.

Turning around he walked over to her asking what she needed help with. The girl smiled at him and asked, “How about you taking me to the dance?” Sasuke nearly dropped his clipboard at the sudden request. Snickering at him, Ten-Ten told the nervous salesman, “Well, I only ask because you don’t have a date, and I don’t have one either. Thankfully Lee got somebody to go with him.” Given a reproachful look, Ten-Ten raised her hand in defense telling him, “I mean he’s a great friend, but I think it’ll just add to the rumors about us dating.”

“So, you’d rather have a date with someone who is rumored to be the biggest ladies man in school, rather then one of your closest friends?” When she agreed to the question, Sasuke ran a hand through his hair telling her, “The logic of women is something I don’t even want to understand.” Setting his paperwork down on a nearby counter he then told her, “But, I don’t see the harm in going with you. At least now I don’t have to make an excuse about being a loser to my twin.”

Squealing loudly, Ten-Ten gave him a hug, but she then parted from him quickly as the eyes of a few customers were already watching their every move. Giving a small cough, she shook Sasuke’s hand telling him that she’d give him her address at school on Monday. Feeling slightly awkward while shaking her hand, Sasuke told her that he’d have to perform so dancing he’d have to spend more time on stage than on the dance floor. Agreeing to the terms, the two separated and went about the tasks that they had planned for that day.

ON another side of town, Shippou was in the middle of selling a woman a video-game platform when his manager told him he needed to speak with him. Walking past the registers, Shippou followed the man to the back of the store where the employee lounge and training room slash office were situated. Taking a seat, Shippou leaned back as the man shut the door and took the seat across from him. Yawning heavily, the teen asked why he was called back into the office. wrapping his fingers on the table, the manager, Jim, asked the teen, “Everything going okay at home?”

About ready to smack somebody in the head, Shippou leaned in telling his manager, “Besides my mom leaving Dad and myself, I’d say life is going pretty good.” Concerned by the sudden reaction, Jim asked him if he was sure that he was handling the sudden loss of his mother. Snorting, Shippou rolled his shoulders telling him, “I’m adjusted, Jim so don’t worry about me. I mean it’s something that I’ve expected to happen for a long time.” Cautious of the situation, Jim told Shippou he could go back to his work zone.

Back in the electronics department, Shippou found Miroku handling a couple of customers easily. Seeing that some people were waiting to be checked out, Shippou got them the games and other items they requested and bid them good day just as Miroku said, “Got a call from a couple of interesting people this morning before I left.” Casually grunting, Shippou wrote down the amount of systems into a book. Greatly irritated by the sudden shirking of what he’d just said, Miroku closed the book gingerly as he said to the sound guy, “One of them came from MTV.” The pen abruptly stopped moving along the paper. Gazing sideways, Shippou said that Miroku had better not be lying.

“If I were joking,” the manager happily chimed, “I wouldn’t have written down all the information about the date of filming for the show and the footage we need of us performing.” Pulling out the slip of paper, Miroku read aloud, “The reason we need the footage of us performing is to see how we adapt to the music in terms of playing and voice. Also to see crowd reactions to us playing the songs.” Checking the list, Miroku grumbled, “Honestly you’d think they could have found some better people to perform at this show.”

Snatching the list hurriedly, Shippou stifled some laughs saying, “Okay, with a band like this, you’d think they’d have a better group of people doing a tribute to them.” Pointing at a name, Shippou discouragingly asked, “I hope we don’t have to save the show because of this..” he trailed off as a kid came up asking about a game. Looking through the case, Shippou told him, “We have the game but I need a parent with you to sell the game.” When the kid left, Shippou told Miroku, “Why the hell is a six-year old asking about a mature rated game?”

Putting the book away, Miroku mumbled out, “Because people don’t know how to tell their kids about violence, drugs, and sex so they end up either learning about it from television, movies, and games without anybody to tell them the differences in fantasy and reality.” Rolling his eyes at the over complicated answer, Shippou went back to stocking some games, leaving Miroku to man the customers until they got busy. But, that wasn’t likely to happen since all of the customers were mainly buying pools and bikes leaving them with nothing but pointless price labeling and shelving to do.

Taking a look back over the notes he’d scribbled down. Miroku made another one telling him to call Kohaku that night to discuss setting a camera up at the clubs when they performed. Knowing that the kid had gotten a digital camera as an early graduation present, it seemed the right thing to do. But, the problem mainly lay with getting Kohaku on the floor to use it since he tended to be overly protective of his electronics equipment. The other problem that they were faced with was keeping Naruto from going berserk at the prospect of them performing in a years time on national television.

Curling up under the covers, Naruto chuckled happily when he’d looked over to find that it was just past noon. Deciding it was time to get up, Naruto kicked the cat off of his bed and went downstairs to make himself some lunch. Pulling out some pans he began boiling some water as he chopped up some mushrooms, onions, and fried some eggs. Glad that he’d requested the day off a couple weeks prior, the blonde put his ramen into the water and cooked it as he fried the vegetables and baby chicken embryos.

Draining the water from the pot, he put it in a bowl, added the seasoning, and mixed it before putting the other concoction into the steaming bowl. Grabbing a fork, he went out into the living room finding Sakura reading a book. Grabbing the remote, he flipped the TiVo over to the shows he recorded the night before and began to watch some old stand-up shows. As he chuckled over his bowl of noodles, Sakura’s attention left her book and she went to grab some notepads. Returning, the girl began taking down some notes on the performers mannerisms and made a list of the topics they discussed.

His mouth stuffed with noodles and eggs, Naruto asked why she kept on doing that whenever he turned on these shows. Giving him the typical teenage girl grunt of disgust, Sakura told him, “A friend of mine is doing open mics and asked me to take some notes so she could watch how the professionals go about their acts.” Seeing her brother turn back to his food, Sakura made a few more notes and went back to her book.

As he drained his bowl, Naruto heard the phone ring off in the distance. Hearing his mom answer it, Naruto thought it was nothing but police business when she shouted down, “Naruto!” Asking what she wanted, Naruto was shocked to hear her say, “I need you to go over to Hinata’s house and bring her over here.” When asked why his girlfriend’s presence was needed in their house, Janice shouted at her son, “Because her mother has to go out of town for a few days and asked if we could watch her so long as she stayed in your sister’s room.”

“Okay, I’ll go and get her. But, can I get the keys to your car?” His mother popped her head out of her bedroom and tossed the keys down to him, and also added in a couple of twenties. “What’s this all for,” he asked when the money landed at his feet silently. The police sergeant said that they needed milk, and also said that they could pick up some take out on the way back from getting her. Glad that he was given the power about what they got to eat that night, Naruto said goodbye to his little sister and headed out the door.

Hopping into the car, he backed out and made the drive to his girlfriends house. The Hyuuga’s were decent enough folks. Her father was a bit uptight, and her mom was a nice counter balance to his over protective nature. Hiashi had a reason to be as both of his children were girls and he had the typical fatherly opinion that all males Naruto’s age were perverts. Granted Naruto did have a perverted streak, a small collection of porn was enough to justify that fact, yet he had a high respect for women. That respect of course was instilled on him by his parents. Primarily by his mother because she chose to have an extremely dangerous career while having three children and a husband at home waiting for her.

Whistling along with the radio, Naruto pulled up to the gate of the Hyuuga household. Naruto may have come from a decent home, but Hinata and Hanabi were heirs to a rather prestigious legacy. Pressing the button on the brick wall, Naruto waited until Hanabi’s voice asked, “Can I help you?” Telling the girl that he was there to get her sister, Hanabi laughed out, “You’re lucky Father is out of town or else he wouldn’t go for this.” She then pressed the button to let him in and Naruto made his way up the long driveway.

Exiting the car, the blonde knocked on the door and waited as Hinata’s mother answered the door. Smiling she told him, “Hinata will be down in a minute.” Allowing him entrance, the woman told Hanabi to make sure her bags were packed as she would be getting dropped off after her sister left. Rushing upstairs, the girl finished packing as Hinata walked down with a smile. Checking to make sure her daughter had everything, Hanamori told her daughter and Naruto, “Remember that you are to sleep in separate rooms.” She remained silent waiting for a complaint, but as it had not come, the woman added, “I trust you two, but I’m going to be gone for two weeks and won’t be able to check in as much so just behave yourselves, and that means you too Hanabi.”

Zipping up her bag, Hanabi asked why she was being added to the list. Her mother said that it had to do with her not doing her homework the last time she was gone for the weekend and had to go in for an otiose conference with a teacher. “Mother,” whined the girl, “I did do the homework, it’s just that the teacher lost it and instead of trying to find it or telling me about it he just decided to cover for his own inept ability to keep track of his stuff.”

Naruto snorted a laugh and Hinata smiled at her sister’s ability to argue. Kicking the girl gently in the rear, Hanamori pushed her oldest daughter and boyfriend out the door and locked up. Saying goodbye to the teens, Naruto asked Hinata if he could borrow Hinata’s phone. Getting it he dialed his the house and asked his mom if he and Hinata could go to a movie before getting the dinner. Saying that he was going to be using his check card, Naruto asked Hinata if she wanted to get something to eat before they went to a movie.

“Sure, but what is there around the theater?” The two glanced around when Hinata said, “How about a burger?” Seeing her point to a restaraunt, Naruto agreed and pulled into the lot. He knew something about this place, but it wasn’t quite clear in his mind. Hinata though seemed a bit excited and walked in ahead of him. Miffed at the lack of attention, Naruto walked through the doors to find her in a deep conversation with Kiba.

“Well, I’m actually about to become a shift-leader so that’ll give me a few bucks more an hour and not to mention tips added in with my usual pay.” Eyeing Naruto’s odd behavior, Kiba explained, “I just work here Naruto. I got my own special someone to deal with on daily basis.” Asking who it was, Naruto had the guy tell him, “None of your business, but since we’re slow I’ll take you guys to one of my tables.”

Putting their menus down he asked, “Usual for you Hinata?” Nodding happily, Hinata opened her menu as Kiba asked, “Naruto, what are you gonna drink? And if you say anything with alcohol you’re stuck with flat soda.” Asking for a raspberry milkshake, Naruto went back to his menu while Kiba went to put in the drink orders. Knowing that the drinks would take a few minutes, Kiba got some waters and said, “Hey, Shino!” The black haired cook stuck his head out of the food prep line wall asking what was the problem. Picking the waters up, Kiba smirked saying, “Nothing’s the problem, just tell Kohaku that Naruto and Hinata are here.”

IT was too late as Kohaku poked his head out of dish room, with Ino shouting over the water if what she heard was true. Nodding, Kiba told them, “Yeah, but don’t bug ‘em. I don’t want to have them complain to the manager about us being annoying.” Back outside, Naruto and Hinata already got their drinks, much to Kiba’s dismay, so putting the waters down, he took their orders and spent some time bothering them as the dining area was slow for it being nearly two on a Saturday afternoon.

While the other band mates all had some-what typical jobs, Kagome was the only one who actually had a job revolving around music. Her job was selling guitars and drum equipment at a music store in a local strip mall. The store did fairly well, and if Kagome did enough business she got a decent commission. If the day was slow, then her commission sucked and she had to mainly rely on her hourly pay. That Saturday however, was a medium paced day, complete with an hour or two of massive amounts of shoppers, to the occasional time where they could fall asleep and not worry about the store being robbed.

As she had nothing important to do at the moment, Kagome picked up some drumsticks and started pounding out some beats. The customers that they had in the store were impressed by her playing and asked if she was in a band. Telling them where to look for her band, Kagome sent a few customers to the counter to get rung up as a familiar face walked in the door. Smirking she waved to the man accompaning it with a loud, “Hi Mr. Kakashi!”

Turning his gaze to the girl, Hatake Kakashi smiled as he posing the question, “Are you sure that you’re okay with my dating your mother? Because if you are unable to accept it, unfortunately I’ll have to say that it’s your mothers choice and we should honor it.” Seeing that the girl was caught off guard, Kakashi gave his usual heart warming smile telling her, “I didn’t mean to sound so ruthless to you Kagome, I just want you to know that I care for your mother and hope that you can accept me dating her.”

Setting the drumsticks down, Kagome rubbed her wrist as she said to him, “Well you were rather blunt, but at least you laid it all out and didn’t bullshit me with all that crap of being sweet now and then turning into a jerk later on.” The two gave an uncomfortable chuckle at the casual manner that they were talking in. Normally it was very formal, but as it was out of school they could afford some friendly banter.

She spent some time discussing different guitar strings and amplifiers with the man until he decided on a set of strings in a pink bag and a small portable amp. Kagome rang his purchases up and said she’d see him on Monday. Meanwhile, Inuyasha was in the middle of talking to Miroku about them being looked at for the MTV show, and also doing their best to figure out a way from keeping Naruto from telling everybody they had the gig before they’d been accepted to play. Needless to say, it was easier said than done because he was preoccupied at the good fortune of having his girlfriend staying with him for a couple weeks. The bad part about that, Naruto might blurt the news around school and have people get the wrong idea about them.