InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ Wanting You ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Even though it's been a long ass time, I still haven't obtained the rights to my favorite anime. I also don't own Rage Against the Machine, Bowling For Soup (`A Hangover You Don't Deserve' rocks my socks off!), or Tripping Daisies (`I Am An Elastic Firecracker'! Yeah baby!).

Chapter 5: Wanting you…

Kouga's laughter was bordering on psychotic. So Kagome elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs.

Hard.

“Ow. That hurt baby.” Kouga pouted. “Why did you do that?”

“Just shut up, okay?” She hissed. “Sorry Inuyasha.”

“You're apologizing to him?!”

Kagome promptly ignored her man. “I never meant to deceive anybody. Really, I was quite ignorant of the fact that I even did. And actually I'm not deceiving anyone because Kaede put me in charge of Kikyo during this whole thing, and that sort of makes me her manager, but only where it's concerned.” She realized she was just rambling on and on, so she stopped.

“You didn't tell me you got a promotion!” Kouga shouted in righteous anger. His woman was keeping secrets from him. What's next? A wild affair that comes to light years afterward?!

Inuyasha watched the scene play out in a detached silence. Blinking, he sat on the bed. He had gone from embarrassed anger, to shock that his original hunch was correct, then just plain befuddlement that she could be apologizing so much over something so trivial. And then of course there was the undertones of the couple's discussion.

Apparently Kouga had no hold over Kagome, and didn't seem to possess any of her affection anymore, if he ever had. Maybe he still had a shot. Maybe the only girl he'd ever felt this way about before could still like him the way he liked her.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

“Can we talk about this later?” Kagome asked with a razor-like tone.

“Fine.” Kouga turned to stomp out, but had one more scathing remark to hurl at that hanyou. “Watch yourself puppy. I'll know if you even touched her.”

Kagome's brow furrowed in confusion. “Wha-?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“See ya later, Kagome.” Kouga walked briskly down the hall, nudging past the people that had come to look at the commotion being shouted through the corridor. He couldn't let loose his speed with all these mortals hanging around. They'd be too freaked out. `Move it ningen!' He thought as he hit the street.

“Um, okay.” Kagome faced Inuyasha once she turned from staring at the doorway. “So. Uh. I'm sorry. About everything.”

“Don't be.” Inuyasha tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck, all the while trying to ease the tension in his back. “You had nothing to do with us jumping to conclusions.”

“Thanks.” She shifted from one foot to another. “Do you want a drink or something?”

Sensing her unease, Inuyasha politely declined. And that's saying something. “No. I think I better go. We're supposed to be somewhere, uh, soon.” He pulled his hood up once more since it had fallen down in his mad dash for her room earlier. “But, I would like to keep in touch. Um, can I have your number…..or something?” He mentally hit himself in the head. `God that was corny.'

Kagome smiled at him. “I think your manager has it. Isn't that his job?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course it is.” Inuyasha turned red and immediately faced the door to leave. “Well, I guess I'll see ya around, huh?”

“Yeah.” Kagome cleared her throat. “Bye.”

“Uh, bye.” He quickly exited. Once far enough away that she couldn't hear, he berated his inexperience with women. “GAH! I'm such an idiot! What was I thinking? Just babbling like that, she probably thinks I'm an idiot or something. And I have a long way to run to catch up with everyone. I just hope that desk clerk is occupied.” He got a chill thinking about the ambiguous man and forced himself one step closer to the lobby.

He passed a table lining the hallway. On top was a copy of the Wall Street Journal. He picked it up and walked down the stairs. Then he calmly walked past the front desk, the newspaper in front of his face, and out into the street. “Phew.” Looking both ways, he ran towards Boston.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Back on the bus*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“And that's the whole story, Totosai.” Miroku finished. It was longer than he thought it would be. Especially since he had to add what happened the night before that would cause this morning's fiasco to it.

“Hmmmm.” Totosai stroked his goatee as he thought. “Hmmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Hmm what?” Sango exploded after two minutes of beard stroking.

“Hmmm none-ya.” The old man walked back to the sleeping area on the bus and laid down in one of the beds to think. `Most interesting. Maybe I can substitute Kagome for Kikyo. They do look a lot alike.' Planning publicity stunts was harder than he expected. So many variables that could make it go wrong. `And the tabloids. They would be my biggest obstacle. Tama's face is everywhere. Still, from far enough away Kagome is identical to Kikyo.' He stroked his chin again. “But would they fall for it up close?”

“Would who fall for what?” Two voices said simultaneously.

“AHHHHHH!” Totosai screamed at seeing both Sango and Miroku across from him staring intently at his face. “Don't sneak up on an old man like that! You could have given me a heart attack!”

“Come on. Tell us what you're plotting jijii.” Sango demanded.

“It's for the best.” Miroku added.

Totosai thought it over. Maybe they could help him. “Well…..”

“Don't you remember what happened the last time you did something without consulting us first?” Sango let the threat hang on that precious memory.

He rubbed his head. “Yes. I still have a lump from it.”

“Well you shouldn't have played `Hello Kitty' behind us during `Killing in the Name Of'.” Sango expounded. Miroku nodded his head behind her.

“But everybody loves `Hello Kitty'.” The old man defended. “And she's white.”

“Did you even understand what the song was about?”

He thought about it. “No. Not really.”

They fell backwards. “It's about the KKK working on the police force.”

“Oh really?” He thought about it more.

“Come on! `Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses'?” Miroku said the words for him. Totosai just looked at him with wide unblinking eyes. “What about, `Those that died are justified for wearing the badge and their chosen white'?”

“Is that what you were saying?”

“What did you think we were saying?”

“I don't know. The only thing I understood was `And now you do what they told you'.” He laughed. “I thought it was about school children finger painting.”

They fell back once more with an exasperated groan.

Miroku stood and straightened out his sweatshirt. “Now I remember why we don't do protest songs.”

“Why?” Inuyasha took off his hoodie the second he stepped on the bus. Running two hundred miles in ten minutes wasn't as easy as he made it look. Not to mention banging on the door as it hastened on at full speed until the driver opened it for him…

“Inuyasha. Nice to see you back.” Totosai got out of the bed and walked slowly to the hanyou. He got close and stared right into his face with those bulbous eyes. “And where have you been?”

He shrugged. “You know. Around. Clearing my head.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, old man.” Sango started. “As you were saying earlier…?”

Totosai tilted his head and blinked at them. He climbed from the bunk and started walking. Sango, Miroku, and Inuyasha followed the old youkai to the back of the bus. Totosai sat at the kitchen table, put one sock-less foot on top of it, and started giving himself a pedicure.

“Ew!”

“Sick!”

“Come on jijii! We eat there!”

“Get over it.” He picked at his ingrown toenail. “There's some 409 under the sink.”

All three groaned and found other things to do.

`Hehehe. Works every time.' He thought to himself. `At least being old lets me get out of some things.'

“How'd the Wall Street Journal get on my dashboard?” Shouted the driver.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later, after the show*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The rain began pouring in the middle of the concert. It was a slight drizzle init-

(AN: Sorry for the interruption in my riveting story. Does anyone else just wanna break out in song every time they see the `later' or `meanwhile' transition phrases. It's a country song, so I don't think many would. But I always wanna sing `Meanwhile, back at the ranch' and pump my fist across my chest every time I see it. Maybe it's just me. Anyway, sorry again. Continue.)

As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself : It was a slight drizzle initially but soon became a full fledged storm. As the fans poured from the music hall, they welcomed the chilly rain after hours of moshing and screaming their lungs out.

The band ran for the bus under umbrellas provided by their entourage. Yura, Hiten and Manten gave them the extra protection as they ran for cover themselves.

Everyone piled onto the bus and shook the excess water from their clothes as they sat down in the booths around the kitchen table, completely forgetting what had happened there right before the show. Old man toe jam was not their highest priority at the moment. Immediately following the concert, Totosai had told them that the four months they thought they had to make a new album and take a break was shortened to two.

“The label doesn't want to waste so much time between releases.” Inuyasha said, trying to imitate the old man's crackly voice. “You're a new band and we need as much exposure as we can get.”

“In a few years, then you can take a rest.” Sango put in her honey-coated barb.

“You've been touring for nearly a year while the masses outgrow you record.” Miroku joined in.

“I'm an old fart head,” the hanyou continued, “who is the only reason you've even been touring for this long in the first place.”

“But I'm taking no blame on my dirt old self for your suffering.” Sango ended it with the old youkai's favorite piece of advice. “Buck up and be more creative.”

“This blows.” Miroku sighed and sunk further into his seat.

“We aren't even going to get a chance to rest.” Sango whined.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Inuyasha held up his hands. “This is the life we chose for ourselves. Whatever gets thrown our way is just another wrench in the machine of life. Everyone has to deal with them and we're no different.”

The two stared at him.

“But it still doesn't change the fact that it sucks.” He agreed as he sunk into the booth opposite Miroku.

“Okay people, let's get working.” Totosai burst into the van with a pencil and paper in hand.

The three shot him withering glares and made no move to get up.

“I see that you're upset.” He set the paper down on the table and left the pencil beside it. “But we only have so long before they want this record.” He plugged in the recorder. “And since Miroku has pointed out that you won't allow me to hire someone to write songs for you,” He pressed the record button. “you'll have to start now to get done in time.” He turned and settled into his bunk. “Good luck kids.” Soon deep breathing was heard coming from the bunk punctuated by rough snores.

“Miroku?” Sango whispered.

“Yes?”

“Did he just say you were the reason we won't be getting a break?”

“Yeah, letch. It did sound an awful lot like that.”

“Come on. I only said that we couldn't sing someone else's songs.”

“Yeah okay.” Sango said sarcastically as she stood and started to collapse the table so it fit in it's cubby hole.

“Fine. Don't believe me.” He got out his practice mat and started a beat that was sticking in his head.

“Alright. Any one got ideas?” Inuyasha asked while pulling his acoustic from it's bag.

“Stubborn women.” Miroku grumbled.

“Deceitful men.” Sango got out her bass.

The two glared at each other and Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Great ideas guys. However, I don't want to sound gay and wouldn't a song about stubborn women make most women hate us?”

“I was just kidding.” Miroku said.

“Whatever. Let's just do this.” Sango started strumming out a simple tune.

“I can feel it.” Inu joined in with a rockin' melody and started humming. “Hmmm-hmm-hm. Feels like a break-up song.”

After an hour they had beat out a pretty good tune. It started out with just Sango on the bass and slowly filtered in the others.

I wanna wake

Up in your arms

I wanna set

Off your alarms

I wanna break

Into your car

And I wanna take out the backseat

The one where you told me

Everything I thought I always wanted to hear

The one where you told me that it's over

The music picked up to a plucking bittersweet melody.

And every time you look in your rear-view mirror

I hope you see me

And all the stuff we did when we were back there together

Uh-huh

There was a pregnant pause while Inuyasha said the first words and then the music picked up again.

I hope you like your two-seater

No radio

Key marks bellowed out to the pinstripes

Windows broken

Your T-top stolen

Now it's one of a kind

All playing stopped while he sang the next words.

Thanks for the ride

There was a smooth transition back to the original beat.

I gotta get

The hell out of Dodge

I just spent the whole night avoiding the cops

And I just don't think

I'll got to the clink

Just cause I took out the backseat

Remember you told me

Everything I thought I always wanted to hear

And that's where you told me that it's over

And every time you look in your rear-view mirror

I hope you see me

And all the stuff we did when we were back there together

Uh-huh

I hope you like your two-seater

No radio

Key marks bellowed out to the pinstripes

Windows broken

Your T-top stolen

Now it's one of a kind

Thanks for the ride

It slowed down considerably as they threw in their trademark melody change. Inuyasha sounded almost sad as he sang the next part. Miroku harmonized pieces of it to give it a more sorrowful edge.

Can you hear your radio

I bet ya can't hear your radio

So you'll never know I wrote this song

For you

I'm sorry that your tires are flat

I know you really weren't expectin that

I guess I got a little carried away

So when you look in your rear-view mirror

I hope you see me there~re~re

It picked up again and Sango joined in with some `Bah-bah-bah's.

I hope you like your two-seater

No radio

Key marks bellowed out to the pinstripes

Windows broken

Your T-top stolen

Now it's one of a kind

Thanks for the ride

(No radio) ba-ba-ba

Your two-seater

(No radio) ba-ba-ba

Thanks for the ride

(No radio) ba-ba-ba

Your two-seater

(No radio) ba-ba-ba

Thanks for the ride

(No radio) ba-ba-ba

Your two-seater

(No radio)

Thanks for the ride

The song ended with some classic punk distortion as all three pounded away to an abrupt close.

“You don't think it sounds too destructive do you?” Sango questioned. “I mean, it cracks me up but it's about you destroying a girl's car for dumping you.”

“Naw.” Miroku was still banging on the plastic training circle. “If you've ever been dumped by a girl you were that in love with you'd want something to remember her by.”

“God I hope I never do.” She muttered. “But doing all that other stuff?”

“We said we got a little carried away.” Inu defended.

“Whatever. I'm going to sleep.” Sango put away her bass. “Night.”

“Night.” The boys chorused.

“So. You ready for bed yet?” Miroku asked, still pounding it out.

“Nope. Wide awake now.”

Miroku nodded. “Any ideas?”

“Not really.” He strummed out a somewhat 90's-ish sounding tune. “I saw Kagome today.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Got her stuck in your head huh?”

“Yep.”

“Wanna write a song about it?”

“Dunno. Maybe”

Miroku's face brightened. “I just got an idea.”

“Let's hear it.”

“How about the girls.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Just about them.”

Miroku started singing.

I got a girl who lives with me.

Inuyasha looked at him expectantly. “And?”

“That's all I got so far.”

“Really.”

“Yeah.”

“All right. I can work with that.”

I got a girl she smells so sweetly

Miroku grinned and picked up on it.

I got a girl she loves her dog

Inuyasha smiled. “Was that a crack at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Ha ha.” He said flatly, a glint in his eye.

I got a girl I love her dog too!

Miroku chuckled. “Touché.”

Inuyasha looked at him. “Where do we go from here?”

“Dunno.” Miroku kept the beat. “How `bout you start the next verse.”

“That's you're way of saying you got nothin' isn't it.”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

I got a girl who stares in the mirror

Miroku chuckled. “So we're to that already?”

“Huh?”

“It's alright, I got you.”

I got a girl who blames it on her period

Inuyasha laughed out right. “Sounds like Sango.”

“Hey, I take from life.”

I got a girl she is so right

“Good one Inu.”

I got a girl she's my guiding light

“Man, you're going sappy on me letch.”

“Yeah, but it fits.”

“Any ideas for a chorus?”

“Nope.”

“How about this.” Inuyasha started strumming faster.

Well I know, all I need, and I feel we're going higher and higher

“Good.”

“I think we should sing it together.”

“Gay-bo.”

“No man. Like harmonize and shit.”

Miroku quirked a brow. “Okay, we'll try it.”

Well I know, all I need, and I feel we're going higher and higher

“All right. Sounds good.”

“Yeah. But what's it about?”

Inu shrugged. “Dunno. But it works.”

“Truth.”

“You're turn.”

I got a girl who loves good soul

“Definitely Sango.”

“That's the point. You're up, puppy.”

“Low blow bro.” He managed to look hurt through his grin.

I got a girl who dances to disco

“She does?”

“Yeah. Saw her doin' it after the Grammy's.”

“When?”

“Right before she started chewing out Kikyo.”

“Hm.”

I got a girl who wears cool shoes

“Like you ever look past her boobs.”

“Occasionally.”

Inuyasha grinned as he thought up the next verse.

I got a girl who wears them in the nude!

Miroku's eyes bulged out of his head. “When did you see that?”

“I didn't. But it works. And for all I know she could.”

“Maybe.” Miroku smiled as he imagined it.

“Stop thinking about her that way!!”

“Sorry. Habit. Next verse.” He thought about it. “What can I possibly say after that?”

Inu sighed. “Fine. I'll start.”

I got a girl who speaks her mind

“Okay, got the next one.”

I got a girl who will argue anytime

I got a girl she is so small

I got a girl she'll knock down any wall

“She would too.” Inuyasha agreed. “Good stuff.”

“Of course.” Miroku stated arrogantly.

“Time for the chorus?”

“Yep.”

Well I know, all I need, and I feel we're going higher and higher

“This is working fine, but I think we should break it up right about here.” Inu said as he picked up the tempo and tweaked it a little.

“I got it.” Miroku exclaimed as he followed Inuyasha's beat. “Just follow my lead.”

Get a load of this, she's always bitching at me when I'm feeling down, asking questions with her little frown, I can't take much more of this, I'm out out out out out out out out…..

“DUDE!”

“I know!”

“Let's try it again.”

“Yeah. I think it sounds pretty good with the overlapping thing.”

“Sweet. Me too.”

Get a load of this, she's always bitching at me when I'm feeling down, asking questions with her little frown, I can't take much more of this, I'm out out out out out out out…..

Inu reverted to the old melody. “Start us back out Houshi.”

I got a girl I love to kiss

“When have you ever kissed Sango?”

“In my dreams.”

“Only.”

“If you weren't my friend I'd kick your ass.”

“Let's see it.”

“Shut up. She might. One day.”

Inu smirked with insider's knowledge. “Keep dreaming.”

I got a girl I never wanna miss

“Like you don't already.”

“Hey, we're going on dreams here.”

“Right.” Miroku rolled his eyes.

I got a girl who's my best friend

“Ah. I'm hurt.”

“Hey, you're the one that made fun of me.”

“Fine.”

I got a girl that won't even hold my hand

“Better now?”

“Marginally.”

“Guess you're going to make me go first again.” Inu sighed.

Miroku smiled. “Hey, gotta keep up the pattern.”

I got a girl that makes me laugh

I got a girl I'll make her laugh too

“Where to from here?” Inuyasha asked.

“Dunno. I'm pretty much out of ideas.”

“Me too.” Inuyasha though about it. “Hmmm, something about Kagome…..”

I got a girl she has girlfriends

Miroku smirked. “I can definitely work with that.”

I got a girl I like her girlfriends!!

“Only you would think of something like that.”

“Hey, I take from life.” He said again.

“And just what girlfriends does Sango have that you've see around?”

“There was that one girl.”

“When?”

“Back in high school.”

“Oh yeah.” He thought deeply. “I think I went out with her.”

“Yeah. What was her name?”

“Damn. It was so long ago.”

“Wasn't it like Shampoo or something?”

“I think it was Akane.”

“Oh yeah. Shampoo was the one that always hung with that weird guy.”

“Yeah. But Akane only went with me to make that weird guy jealous. He was like her fiancé or something.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.”

“Hm. Chorus?”

“Yep.”

Well I know, all I need, and I feel we're going higher and higher

“I'm stuck.”

“Sing it again?”

“Sure.”

Well I know, all I need, and I feel we're going higher and higher

“We gotta wrap it up.” Inuyasha said.

“Unless we wanna just fade out.” Miroku suggested.

“It doesn't feel like a fade out song.”

“True.”

“You start.”

Miroku scoffed. “But I got nothin.”

“Buck up and be more creative.”

“Fine!”

I got a girl

“What. That's it?”

“I told you I got nothin.”

I got a girl

“You out too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. We'll just keep on it.”

I got a girl

Inu had a stroke of genius.

And she's got a guy

“Nice.”

“I know.” Inu huffed on his nails and buffed them against his shirt. “That's why I'm the lead.”

“Whatever man.” Miroku smiled. “I'm beat.”

“Bed?”

“Yep.”

Inuyasha put up his guitar while Miroku stopped the recorder and put it away. Together they set the table up again.

“This thing is heavy!” Miroku huffed.

“No it's not.”

“For those of us without youkai strength it is.”

“Sango did it alone.”

“Yeah, but she's like an Amazon.”

“So, you like the rough women?”

“You should know that by now.”

The hanyou just shook his head while he climbed up to his bunk. Miroku followed soon after.

“Goodnight John-boy.” Miroku called.

“Good night Elizabeth.” Inu smiled. `The Walton's' was a good show. For being old and sappy.

“Why am I always stuck being Elizabeth?”

Inuyasha just laughed and went to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Two Shows Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*

(An: Sorry again, but these kind of transitions always make me think of Spongebob. Anyone else agree? No? *sheepish fidgeting* Moving on…..)

They had stumbled through the last two shows without a hitch and were now back in their New York flat. Since that first night, they had been able to write two more songs. So only nine more to go before they met the label's minimum for a CD. And if they kept going like this, they might even get a short break.

“Home sweet home.” Sango called, dropping her purse with her arms spread wide.

Miroku looked around. “It's bigger than I remember.”

“That's just because after five months on a bus with eleven other people, anything looks like a fuckin' palace.” Inuyasha grunted while jumping to his room in the loft with one effortless heave.

The other two just smiled. He could hide his feelings from most people, but they knew him better than that. He could be gruff and surly and had the worst mouth any of them had ever met. Yet, behind all that, he was just a boy wanting to be accepted. Loved. Too bad he drove most women off with that attitude of his.

“Where's Inuyasha?” Totosai called as he entered.

“In his room.” The pair said together.

“Don't start that again.” Inuyasha called from above them.

“Ah. Boy. Get down here.” The old youkai yelled. “I have something to tell you all.”

He landed on the balls of his feet before the small company. “This better be good. Not like the last thing you had to tell us.”

“I assure you it's nothing like that.”

“Then speak up jijii.”

“Hush boy and maybe I will.” He sighed as he ducked his head and muttered under his breath. “Honestly. If he was my kid I'd have smacked some sense into that thick skull of his long ago.”

“Is that a threat?” Inuyasha held up a fist to sock the old man.

Totosai backed up a few steps frantically waving his hands before his face. “No, no. Nothing like that. I merely want to tell you that the label is having you record the album in LA.”

“Great. A change of pace.” Inu sarcastically drawled.

“Ah, California. I can see the palm trees blowing by the ocean right now.” Miroku smiled dreaming. “Along with all the girls in their suits.” He began drooling. “Little scraps of cloth clinging to their dripping wet skin, barely covering a th- OW!”

Sango lowered her hand. “Stuff it letch.”

He just smiled. “Why Sango, I had no idea you cared so much.” Her face flamed as he grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his cheek. “But you're the only beach bunny for me.”

The other two grimaced when she pulled her hand away and pummeled him even more.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*On the other side of the country*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kagome juggled her clipboard, pen, cell phone, and two coffees, desperately trying to keep the burning liquid from scorching down the front of her new white blouse. “This shouldn't be a problem.” She griped. And it wouldn't be. If the stuck up models and their people would stop pushing her into the wall!

“God I hate fashion shows.”

“They don't like you too much either.” Kikyo said as she grabbed her coffee from Kagome's hand. “Ow Ricardo! My hair is not taffy! So stop pulling it.”

“My `pol-geez Miz Key-ko.” The Spaniard bowed deeply with the brush and dryer in his hand. “I do bedder. I prrroemis.” His grin was lascivious when he stood up again.

Kikyo giggled as the handsome hair dresser (AN: `Leapin lizards Batman!' *looks around* Sorry. *slinks off to a dark corner to write*) straightened her hair without incident.

Kagome just rolled her eyes. `She steals my boyfriend and then flirts with every cute guy that comes her way. Honestly!' She started as her coffee was taken from her hand.

“Tank yu gurl.” He lifted it to his lips. “Leaf now.” He set it on the counter behind him.

“But that's-”

“Let him have it Kagome.” Kikyo said as her make-up artist applied some shimmer to her pout. “He's been working so hard.”

Kagome growled and stalked off to confer with the costume designer. “I really, really hate fashion shows.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*A few hours later*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The limo was exquisite. Kagome sat by the driver's window trying hard not to look towards the giggles coming from the other end. Naraku always enjoyed watching Kikyo work and he was especially appreciative of the Victoria's Secret show tonight.

“Stop it Ku.” Kikyo teetered. “That tickles.”

He growled in her ear again. “But I don't want to.” He licked the curve of her ear down to her neck. “Just wait until I get you home.” He intoned while nibbling at her jugular.

Kagome almost gagged. To think she actually wanted that prick. Cried for him even. She disgusted herself sometimes.

The giggles turned to moans when Naraku started parting her top to get to her collarbone. He smirked with masculine pride at the prize he'd won. She clutched at his wavy hair, keeping him there.

`Thank God.' Kagome screamed in her head when the limo came to a stop. She hurriedly jumped from the car and raced ahead of the couple to get to her room far, far away from their raging hormones.

“Narakuuuuuu!” Kikyo squealed as they came into the house.

The answering rumble made Kagome cringe and shudder. She made it to her room and shut the door quickly, collapsing on her bed. A sudden phone ringing on her belt made her jump from the comfy cushion. She fumbled to get it off while the happy tones of `All Downhill from Here' echoed around the room.

“Hello?” She stuttered.

“Kagome!” Totosai's voice creaked over the line. “I have some great news.”

Cringing again, she voiced. “I hope so. I could use some good news.”

“The band will be in LA next week to start recording.” He smiled as his plan came together. “And I was hoping you could show them around.”

“Really?” Kagome sat heavily on the mattress. “That's good.”

“You don't sound too happy about it.”

`Maybe because I don't want to get stuck in the same room with that enormous ego prancing around.' She thought. `He's such a jerk. Even if he looked so cute last week….. Shut up brain, shut up!' Thinking quickly, she said as convincing as she could. “Oh, I am. But don't you think someone else would be more suitable for that?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.” He laughed to himself. “You're the only one I can trust not to get them in trouble.”

“I see.” She laid back and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I guess I could show them a few things.”

“Great. I'll tell them.” He hung up.

“Wait. I.” The girl sighed. Today was just not her day.

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Hello again. Sorry for the six month delay. I promise it will not happen for at least one more chapter. Maybe. I had some major issues going on, all listed at the bottom of my other huge fic that keeps growing in it's enormity. I updated that today too, after nine months, and if you're interested about my life you can read it there. For this fic however, all I have to say is:

“An eight week old kitten has WAY too much energy!”

He's completely savaged both my legs up to my knees and my right hand. Currently he's working on my left hand and my face. And he likes to walk on my keyboard when I'm trying to type.

Also, I hope the excessive songs in this fic didn't discourage some of you from continuing to read it. I promise my other chapters will not have this much. Someone said they could do without so much music, but this is a band fic. And I'm sorry, but this was necessary. As soon as I heard `I got a girl' on the `90's at Noon' on my local radio station I immediately thought about Inu and Miroku singing it. Couldn't pass it up. However, `Two-Seater' was just one of my favorite Bowling For Soup songs that I was listening to at the time and decided to stick it in there. It shows the creative process. Or at least the creative process when I write a song…..

In any case, I hope you liked it. R&R. Pretty pretty please.