InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Headlines: A Hollywood Romance ❯ Anymore ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I WANT TO GO HOME. (This in no way implies that I own Inu-Yasha, by the way.)

Author's Note: ::curled in fetal position, sobbing:: I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I WANNA GO HOME NOW! ::big streams of Shippo tears:: WAAAAAAAAAAH!

I'm SO SICK of traveling and arguing and hotels. I'm SO SICK of sight seeing and having to spend every waking moment with my family. My brothers are on my nerves, my dad is being bossy, and my mom is constantly creating friction. ::sighs::

On the bright side, while we've been here I've gotten to watch cable whenever I want. XD We don't have cable at home. I haven't been able to find Inu-Yasha (T_T) but I have gotten to watch Fairly Odd Parents and Teen Titans. XD XD XD XD Yea!

Anyway, I think this might be a rather short chapter, but that's okay, right? I've only got a while before my parents start yelling at me for sitting on my butt too long. ::mushroom sigh::

Okay, here we go!

- - - Headlines: A Hollywood Romance- - -

-Chapter Five: Anymore-

"DIE, INU-YASHA."

"Urgh!" The hanyou grunted as he leapt into the air, clutching his bleeding side as a silver flash shot up next to him, poisoned claws outstretched. "Damn it, Sessho-Maru! I'm not gonna give you my sword!"

"The Tetsusaiga rightfully belongs to be, little brother," the full demon replied coldly, his amber eyes calm and his expression blank as he once again slashed at the younger dog youkai. "Father couldn't possibly have wanted a mutt like you to taint his pure oni powers. . ."

"Shut up! Sankon Tessou!" Inu-Yasha yelled hoarsely, raking his talons through the air as the brothers slowly fell back to earth, Sessho-Maru landing gracefully on his toes as Inu landed painfully on his stomach; sending up a cloud of yellowish dirt.

"Ahhh- Inu-Yasha!" Kagome screamed, racing over as fast as she could; dropping her bows and arrows to the ground.

"Kagome-chan!"

"Kagome-sama!"

"Kagome! Stay back!" Inu-Yasha commanded, panting hard as he stuck a hand in Kagome's direction, signaling for her to stop as he pulled himself to his feet with a slight waver. "He's dangerous- I don't want you getting hurt!"

"Yeah, right. . ." Sango sighed off set, crossing her legs and subconsciously snuggling into Miroku, who, too, was nodding as he leaned back into the soft navy couch. "He'd PAY to see her hurt. . ."

"Sad, isn't it?" the male agent murmured drolly, sounding a bit disappointed as the woman next to him rested her chin in her hands. "To think two people with such friction can't create a single spark of interest in each other."

". . . That wasn't bad, as analogies go," she blinked, sounding a bit surprised as she looked up into Miroku's eyes.

"Ho?" he glanced down at her, shocked at the compliment. Then he beamed widely, displaying all his shining white teeth. "Why, thank you, Sango dear!"

Wrong move.

"Don't call me `dear'," she snarled, eyes burning with a fire even brighter (and deadlier) than any spark a bit of friction could make. The man next to her silently gulped, moving his creeping hands back towards his sides once more.

"Er- of course," he cleared his throat, pulling at the collar of his shirt with a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, dear."

"Grrrr- - - !"

"Eeeeeeek! Inu-Yasha! Help!" Kagome cried, eyes squeezed shut as Sessho-Maru lunged at her, smirking sadistically and he whipped out the second of his two swords.

"KAGOME!" Inu-Yasha bellowed- sounding almost frightened- as he leaped towards the girl, scooping her into his arms and bounding away from his brother. "Idiot! I told you to stay away from harm!"

"Sorry. . ." she muttered guiltily as Sessho-Maru made a perfect landing before them, chuckling softly.

"My, my, Inu-Yasha. . . you certainly move faster when your woman is at stake. . ."

"Wha- - - ?" the couple gaped, glancing at one another- - -

And then turned their faces away with dark blushes.

"Aaaaand cut!" the director called happily, clapping his hands together. "Perfect! That's all for today, guys- good job, and good night!"

"Thank you!" both Kagome and Inu-Yasha huffed, pulling away from one another with disgusted expressions as they simultaneously crossed their arms over their chests.

"This is getting so old. . ." Sango moaned under her breath, dutifully pulling herself to her feet as Miroku started off towards the idiots, ready to yank them apart when their traditional, end-of-the-shoot fight began. But- oddly enough- there was no argument. Both stars just glared icily at one another- turned their backs with a `humph!'- and stalked off towards their respective rooms, calling out "Come on," to Miroku and Sango, respectively.

The agents exchanged glances.

Uh oh. . . something was up.

Had they seen today's headline already. . . ?

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"Tell me what this is all about," Kagome glared, eyebrows knit together as she held out the most recent copy of `People'. "NOW."

Sango, a bit nervous (after all, her job was on the line), reached out tentatively and took the magazine; flipping cautiously through it until she'd landed on the title page. " `Pecan is the flavor of happiness' . . ." she read aloud slowly, sounding a bit skeptic as she lifted her gaze once more. " `As a special treat for picking up People magazine, we'd like to bestow upon you readers these!- Exclusive pictures of our favorite Hollywood couple going out for their own special treats- Pie! Please enjoy what we've decided to humbly call the Pie Date image gallery'. . ."

"DATE?!" Kagome was hissing as Sango interestedly scanned the photos, shocked to find that they weren't touched up. Well, maybe once or twice, here and there, but so minutely that the average Joe wouldn't notice. . . "We didn't go out on a DATE! We were merely fighting in the same place! At the same time! Oh! The NERVE of that- that- that INU-YASHA!"

"Yeah. . . nerve," Sango repeated blankly, biting her bottom lip as she examined the last one- of Inu-Yasha holding the door open for her client. Now, if she could only get Miroku to act like such a gentleman once in a while. . .

"An- - - Sango, are you even LISTENING to me?!" Kag snapped, suddenly and quite forcefully yanking the captivating article from her agent's fingers; whacking her over the head with it. "This is SERIOUS! Now people are REALLY going to think we're a- a- a COUPLE!"

The chestnut haired woman couldn't help but heave an irritated sigh as she slouched back against the wall, running her fingers over her face in mild exasperation. "Kagome-chan. . . people have considered you two a couple ever since. . . . ever since. . . EVER SINCE YOUR FIRST MOVIE TOGETHER. WHY should this article make any difference whatsoever?!"

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"Be-Because!" Inu-Yasha ground out, arms tightening in a stubborn pout over his muscular torso. "Because it makes up look like we actually GO OUT! Like we actually LOVE each other!"

"And that's good!" Miroku tried (and failed) to explain, throwing a friendly arm over the hanyou's shoulder, only to have it batted rudely away. The dark haired man frowned, appearing to be a bit hurt. "Inu-Yasha, you're being pretty uptight about this whole thing. What's the problem?" He scooped down to pick up the thrown copy of People and dusted it off, gently smacking the open article with the back of his hand. "A month ago this kind of thing coulda be published and you wouldn't have giving it a sideways glance!"

"Not- - - not THAT kind of article," he sputtered, flopping back on his old, falling-apart couch- the one of blue and black checkered corduroy. Miroku simply shook his head and blew out his cheeks, easing himself onto Inu's makeup chair.

"None the less, I have to say that I'm very disappointed in you," the elder male nodded emphatically, steepling his fingers as he stared down his nose at his client.

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"Disappointed?!" Kagome couldn't help but choke out dumbly. "WHY?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

-

"Why. . . ? Because you didn't get her laid, you fool!" Miroku all but died with anger at his naïve employer- - -

Before almost literally dying as the raging actor sent a random table his way.

-

"You're being entirely immature, and you know it!" Sango huffed, spinning away from the girl after snatching back the rolled up magazine. "Who cares if people think you- uh- care?! They already did!"

"But this is different!" Kagome insisted, getting to her feet and clenching her fists around air, staring towards the ceiling as if searching for some higher power. "It's so different! I didn't mind if they assumed but- - - now it's like they have proof!"

"Proof that you care? Once again- who cares?"

-

"I DO!" Inu-Yasha roared, chucking the next biggest thing he could find at Miroku- which unfortunately was a pillow. Not much in the way of weaponry, but it would have to do. "I CARE! I CARE THAT THEY CARE! I CARE THAT THEY THINK I CARE!"

"Why?!" Miroku pressed, catching the flying square of caution-tape-yellow fluff. "WHY do you care?!"

-

"BECAUSE I DON'T CARE!" Kagome screamed, eyes clamped shut as she pounded her makeup seat with a fist, the `THUMP' muffled do to padding. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM ANYMORE!"

As soon as the words had fallen from the actress's lips, all comebacks flew from Sango's mind. In fact, just about everything flew from Sango's mind- including how to work her legs- as one word resonated in the silence. And then the older of the two opened her mouth to repeat it curiously.

-

"Anymore. . . ?" Miroku echoed, blinking dumbly as he automatically threw the pillow back at the half demon, catching him in the jaw. "You mean, you have before. . . ?"

He was treated to a glare of pure ice and a silent tension so strong that you almost wished for a knife to cut it with. And with that, the actor yanked his coat from the coat hanger and left with a slam of the door- - -

Only to find himself face to face with Kagome in the hall. Both just stood there for a moment, their hands still on the knobs, before looking different ways with soft `Humph!'s; turning on their heels and stalking out in opposite directions.

-

"I saw you with her last night, Inu-Yasha," Kagome whispered to herself, nose buried in her Feudal Fairytale script as her hands subconsciously reached out to play with the phone cord; brushing the face down picture frame on her bedside table as she did so. Twisting the cool, plastic-covered wires between her fingers, she continued to practice her lines. "With Kikyo. You promised you wouldn't go visit again!"

Inu-Yasha's line, blah blah blah, couldn't help it, yada yada yada, she was in trouble. . .

"I was in trouble, Inu-Yasha! I got hurt! She CAN'T hurt anymore- she's dead! And you didn't just save her, I know it. . . you never just save her. You always end up talking about your future! You don't have a future with her, Inu-Yasha! You don't! You have one wi- - - oh, forget it!"

More of Inu-Yasha's chatter, this time about promises and stupid stuff like that. . .

"You swore. . . What about your promises to me? Don't they mean anything? You promised to always protect me, Inu-Yasha. . . I can't stop you from breaking your word, but I never once thought you woul- - -!"

And so the hanyou interrupts, trying to convince her that he'd never lie to her. . .

"I don't know, Inu-Yasha. . . I just don't know anymore. I don't know if I can trust you. I don't know if I can FORGIVE you."

He tries to save himself from her wrath, attempts to be sweet and romantic. . . shit about love. . .

"Yes. . ."

Forgiving and loving crap. . .

"I suppose you're right," she eventually murmurs. "They ar- - -"

CRASH!

Kagome sat bolt upright in bed, script falling out of her hands in pure, heart stopping surprise. `What was that- - - ?!' It sounded like it was. . . from the kitchen! . . . The kitchen? Why would anyone be in there?!

Uh oh. . .

Slowly putting her shaking feet on the cold ground, the actress forced her frightened self out of bed and towards the stairs, following the noises her fear-heightened senses picked up with a trembling frame. Who could it be? Was it anyone? Perhaps the wind? Or was it a gang? A stalker? A joke? A cold sweat broke through her skin as her empty hands ached- yearning for some sort of protection to hold. Oh, how she suddenly wished she believed in the use of guns! Or- perhaps, a little less drastic of a desire- how she wished she owned a cat or dog to blame the noise on! Too bad her old kitty, Byou, had died when she was 19. . .

Swallowing and inching silently down the steps, she held her breath and made to peer around the corner, to see who had intruded in her home- - -

Only to be met by complete and utter emptiness.

That didn't help sooth her in the slightest. In fact, her heart beat only sped up- like it did during a game of hide-and-go-seek.

Dropping like a rock into one of her kitchen chairs, she continued to snap her head back and forth; trying to pick out anything suspicious in the shadows as her hands clenched on the cheerful floral tablecloth. But it all looked fine. . .

So this is what it felt like to face off invisible demons. . . and to be going crazy.

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^_^ Well, I'm finally home! Actually, have been for a while, now, but- all the same. . . I'm glad you're all enjoying the story so far!

Oh! And as I'm sure many of you have realized, sometimes mm.org screws up the italics and bold and stuff, so for the most part I'll be reverting back to *s and ~s. ^_^;; Kay? Thankies! ^_^

Please R&R!

Ja ne!