InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Headlines: A Hollywood Romance ❯ Pissed Pecan Pie ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha now, I didn't own Inu-Yasha then, and I probably won't own Inu-Yasha any time in the future.

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That makes me sad.

Author's Note: Here I am. Still in the car. I've lost track of what day it is- maybe 4 or 5. ::sighs:: It's been all right, so far, I guess. As long as you don't include the arguments, brotherly temper tantrums, pissed-off attitudes, and long days on the road being cramped between two smelly idiots.

. . . .

Someone please save me.

Well, last night was kinda cool. We stayed at a really old hotel and our room was haunted. I knew I sensed something odd when I sat in that rocking chair. . . (-: Coolies. My mom is all freaked out, though, and she's really glad we're not staying in this town another day.

Anyway, since at the moment chapter 3 hasn't been posted (what with me writing these chappies on the road and all) I don't know if there were any questions about it, so I guess we'll just skip on to the story, ne? XD

Please enjoy!

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- - - Headlines: A Hollywood Romance- - -

-Chapter Four: Pissed Pecan Pie -

"INU-YASHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The actor almost jumped a mile in surprise as the `sweet, melodic' voice of Kagome pounded down on him, dripping with poison and acid. "Wha- - - ?!" he yelped, spinning around to face the approaching woman who- dressed in her outdoor apparel- was storming towards him at a nerve racking speed. Her eyes were narrowed, her feet were loud, and her hands were clenched at her sides- one holding a rolled up magazine that the hanyou half expected her to start beating him over the head with. As it was, however, she only whipped it out with a flourish when she stopped before him, pointing a shaking finger towards the headline.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT?!" she bellowed, face flushed with anger. "HOW DARE YOU!"

"The fuck- - -?" he blinked, arching an irritatingly bewildered eyebrow at his co-star. "What're you talking about, bitch?"

"*THIS*! READ IT," she spat, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes as she threw the magazine into Inu's arms, crossing her own and watching him heatedly as he took in the title: A Feudal Fairytale: Romance, Comedy, Horror- and an Off-Screen Tragedy.

It only took him a few moments to understand what she was getting at.

"What. . . ?" he murmured, an angry growl vibrating in his throat. "WHAT?" He snapped a furious gaze upon Kagome. "What did you TELL THEM?!"

"I didn't tell them ANYTHING!" she screamed, snatching the article back and stomping off, Inu-Yasha at her heels. "Don't try and pin this on ME, you IMBECILE! I know you did it!"

"ME?! NO!" he snapped, pushing through the exit with the actress and flashing his ID at the guard as the pair passed the security booth. "You're assuming too much, idiot- and we both know what `assume' starts wit- - - Hey! Are you even listening to me?!"

"Of all the fake stories you had to tell them, why did you have to- - - URGH!" Kagome was grumbling to herself, still quivering with rage as she stomped down the busy sidewalks; face illuminated by the bright, multi-colored city lights.

"I'm telling you- I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR!" he barked, suddenly grabbing Kag's arm and whirling her around to face him. He glared stonily down into her misty eyes as hordes of people pushed past them, too busy with their own lives to notice the stars. "GOD, you MORON. Even I wouldn't stoop so fricken' low! STUPID!" he scoffed, lip curling in disgust as he loosened his grip. Kagome's chin trembled as she bit her lip.

"A-and why. . .

Why should I believe YOU, you two-timer?" she suddenly hissed, spinning around and stalking into the nearest building- a 50s style diner with shiny silver sides and long, plastic windows. Why she felt the urge to enter THAT building in particular- why she felt the urge to push through those sticky red doors- why she felt the urge to walk under that neon pink sign- she didn't know. Maybe it was because she felt the need to stop. Maybe because she felt the need to eat. Maybe because Inu-Yasha was with her.

Maybe not.

It didn't matter- because whatever the reason was, she entered that old diner again. And the half-youkai actor followed.

"Because I promised, didn't I?" he whispered heatedly, trying not to draw attention to himself and Kagome as she plopped herself determinedly in an old booth, tightening her arms around her torso and glaring down her nose at Inu-Yasha. "Besides- why the hell would I tell the stupid papers anything?! It was probably Miroku and Sango making some sort of stupid publicity stunt!"

"Don't blame Sango-chan!" Kagome demanded as Inu-Yasha sat across from the woman, leaning his elbows on the plastic, marble-print table and playing with the straw dispenser near the window. "She wouldn't- wouldn't. . . make up a story like this!"

"Then who did, idiot, if it wasn't me or you?!" he sneered, before cutting himself off as a waitress approached them; all smiles and short skirts.

"Evenin' you two! And what can I getcha both?" she giggled; horn-rimmed, studded glasses shining as she cocked her pig-tailed head. "Say- aren't you two- - -?"

"Coming back from a costume contest? Why yes, we are," Inu-Yasha grinned widely, smoothly saving the day. Kagome had to work to bite back the bile of disgust that was now rising in her throat. What a self-important. . . "Two pecan slices."

"You betcha!" she bubbled, cracking her gum with another giggle as she sped off towards the kitchens, leaving them all alone in the diner. Well, all alone except for that elderly couple in the corner, near the door. . .

"You're such a pig," Kagome grumbled under her breath, looking out the window as she hugged herself.

"And you're a dolt who needs to grow up!" Inu-Yasha retorted with a soft hiss. "I didn't do it, you didn't do it- we don't know who did it! Who cares? Miroku was right- we're over reacting! This is just another one of the zillions of phony stories that the paparazzi, tabloids, and mags put out every year! Why stress so much more over this one?!"

Kagome didn't respond- she didn't need to. Inu-Yasha just sighed and began tugging on his hair, muttering curses under his breath.

"Here ya go, you two!"

Both straightened in surprise as their waitress returned with two pieces of pecan pie, still smiling and cheerful as she noticed their annoyed faces. "Sorry- hope I didn't make you wait." With a third giggle she set the plates before them and rested her empty tray against her hip. "Say- you wouldn't mind if I got your autographs, would ya? Kagome Higurashi and Inu-Yasha Takahashi are my favorite stars ever, and you two portray them so well! `Cept for the fighting, and all." She laughed as they bristled slightly. "It's too bad about their baby, isn't it? I feel so horrible for them. . ."

"Er- Yeah," Kagome cleared her throat, picking up a fork and playing with it in her hands. "It is too bad."

"Wow, you guys even sound like `em," the waitress murmured, impressed. "Bet that took a lot of training! Hope you got high marks at that contest."

"Uh huh."

"Well, enjoy your pie," she sang before hopping back to the kitchens, her skirt and blouse rustling quietly in the silence. Inu-Yasha had to fight to keep from watching her tight little rear skip off- the last thing he needed was Kagome blowing up about chauvinistic male pigs again. . .

"Mmm," Kagome replied intelligently as she pulled her food closer and began picking at it. After placing a small bite in her mouth- ignoring her co-star's eyes-, she chewed quietly for a moment. ". . . Pie's better than I remember."

"Guess so," Inu-Yasha shrugged as he dug his spoon into his slice, swallowing the chunk without a second thought.

". . . You're supposed to use a fork with pie."

"Says who?!" he glared.

"Whatever. . ." Kagome sighed.

With that, both fell into an awkward silence; poking at their sweet deserts as- for the first time all night- they realized something frightening: Here they were, ALONE, with nothing more to fight about and no will to try and start a new argument. What were they gonna do?!

. . .

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Hm?" The actress looked up with a double blink, resting her chin on her balled up fist. "Long time since what?"

"Since we've been together without supervision or someone forcing us to behave," he shrugged, placing the tip of his spoon on his dish and twirling it around with his fingers. "It's been a long time."

Kagome scowled, jamming her fork into the remains of her pie as she, again, began raising her defenses. "It's your fault."

"*What*?" he frowned, glancing up at the woman across from him with a dangerously ticking eyebrow. "Did you just say it was *my* fault. . . ?"

"Yes, I did," she replied snippily, getting to her feet with a `humph'! "Why?"

"Because you very obviously don't have your story straight," he retorted with a tight grin, hands fisting themselves as their voices instinctively rose in volume, "if you honestly believe that you *who- - -le* bunches of lovin'!"

What the- - - ?

Wait.

Kagome bit the inside of her cheeks, flames bursting into life behind her eyes. `He was going to call me a WHORE!' She could strangle him right there- - - ! But if she did those people in the corner would see. . . She chanced a glance at the older pair and noticed with a pang of angered regret that they were beginning to stare.

Inu-Yasha had obviously seen them, too.

Damn it.

"Oh, you *ass- - - tounding* kidder," she purred, forcefully grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the exit. "Now, be a gentleman- (coughforoncecough)- and hold the door open for me," she commanded, smiling silkily up at the actor. If he had been any other man, Inu-Yasha would have melted. However, since he knew Kagome all too well, he could easily hear the threats laced into her expression and tone.

"Of course," he grinned, flashing his sharp fangs as he pulled open the red door again; closing his eyes and bowing mockingly as Kagome exited. "ANYTHING for you."

With that, he exited as well- both storming off in opposite directions; never having noticed the clicking of a camera or the call of their waitress as they left.

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Inu-Yasha was angry. Not just a little pissed, either- oh no. He was abnormally, astoundingly, all-out TICKED OFF.

WHY was everything his fault?! WHY did fate act the way it did?! WHY was Kagome always mad at him- even now?! AND WHY DID HE STILL - - -

. . .

HE HATED KAGOME.

Especially now. . .

Growling, Inu-Yasha ripped the note and receipt off of his dressing room door, canines bared and hair bristling.

~Dear Stupid,

You ordered, your bill. Better pay it off soon or you'll get arrested- and I doubt the police will care much for your "good looks". Go screw yourself and your reasons.

-Kagome~

He clenched the scrap of paper in his hand, piercing it with his claws as he snarled. `Why that damn bitc- - - !'

?!

Whirling around with a snarl, he scraped his talons against the air, expecting to slice through something- but finding nothing.

Huh. . . ?

He frowned, looking left and right, back and forth. No one. . . ?

But he knew he had sensed. . .

Oh, whatever.

Blowing out his cheeks and raking a hand through his hair, he shook his head and pushed into his dressing room, pysching himself up for yet another day of hell with Miss Higurashi.

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Ugh. . . I feel carsick. . .

Anyway, two quick things, now:

One, the `who- - - le bunches of lovin'!' thing is the invention of my friend Kari. Love you, darling! (-;

Two, this chapter is dedicated to the people who were at Old Faithful on July 26th . Especially that cute guy with the `Anime Freak' T-shirt on. (-; Peace out, guys!

XD

Hope you enjoyed this chappie! Please R&R!

Ja ne!