InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ad ❯ Circus Meeting and Final Dealings ( Chapter 2 )

Ch. 2

The dark room was filled with heavy moans as two lovers grinded their way to ecstasy. "Kami!" He woman shouted as her male companion gave an inhuman growl. They collapsed panting on the white sheets. "That…was…amazing," the woman began."

"Keh! I aim to please," her companion replied as he stretched, "like always."

"And you have never let me down, once." The woman smiled as she bounced off the bed collecting her dark brown hair into a low bun. "What are the chances you didn't rip all of my clothes, Inu Yasha?"

"Keh, like I have patients for your 'ensembles,' Kagura?" The young woman gave him a light glare as she reached the closet and picked out the last Armani black business dress with a jacket left."

"This is the last one. You know what that means."

"I got to buy you more?"

"No, Yasha. That means this affair is over." She said while her dress fell to her knees hugging her every curve. "I need to find myself a rich husband, and you need to find yourself a trophy wife."

"You know…you could always marry me." He suggested lightly as he admired her slim body from the bed.

"Sorry Inu, but for my first husband, I need to make sure that I avoid the prenup, and I know you are too smart not to get one."

"True, but think of all the great sex we would have…a minimum of a year's worth." Inu Yasha suggested as he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Hun, this last month, we had more sex than the average person gets in a decade…the offer is good, but I like you too much to marry you for your money, or just for sex. I hate to admit it, but you deserve better." Kagura smiled as she finished putting on her jewelry. "And you should hurry; your time is running out."

"Keh!"

"I do have one final present for you." She smiled seductively. "I have to see your brother in fifteen minutes for a business breakfast."

"He will know what your morning exercise was…" Inu Yasha smiled at the thought of his brother's loss of appetite. "You're the best, babes."

"See you around Yasha. Best of luck finding her." Kagura grabbed her portfolio and made her way out of the penthouse.

"Keh." Inu Yasha grumbled. "There goes another one." He sighed. He had known Kagura wouldn't stay for the long haul, but after six years of on and off romances, he was hoping something more than wild fucking binges would develop between the two. "She's right though. Besides being very compatible in bed, we have nothing in common." Inu Yasha brushed a hand through his white mane and decided he might as well shower.

The hot water had been a blessing on his sore muscles. He wrapped his body in his favorite white towel robe as he let his hair air dry. It was almost eight, and he was very tempted to call in sick. A wicked grin spread across his face as he thought of his brother's reaction when he complained of over working himself the night before. Maybe today wouldn't be a bad day after all.

Inu Yasha made his way to the front door where the morning paper was waiting for him. Either the paperboy was late, or Kagura had missed it on her way out. His money was on the paperboy. He poured himself a glass of orange juice as he waited for his coffee to brew. "What a waste of time! I shouldn't have given Kaede the day off." Inu Yasha complained as he examined the headlines. "Kid died in a fire…politician caught in a lie. Keh, like that's something new. Ah, the only thing worth reading in this damn thing: the comics." Inu Yasha smiled as he made himself comfortable in his kitchen. The phone rang.

"Damn woman has to be off on the only day someone calls me before my morning coffee…" He muttered as he picked up the receiver. "What do you want?"

"Have you read today's classifieds?" A scratchy voice replied.

"What kind of prank call is this?"

"Trust me, Mr. Takahashi. The classifieds are to your interest today." The voice finished before hanging up.

"Teme!" Inu Yasha growled, but as curious a new born pub, he turned the pages. "Used cars…used underwear, disgusting…well-well, this is interesting. Someone is selling used newspapers. That's a new one." He snorted before throwing the paper to the side and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee. He inhaled the sweet aroma before delighting in the day's first sip. "Arg!" He spit it back on the table. "Kami, that's bad coffee. I'll never give Kaede the day off again!" He grabbed a kitchen towel and began to salvage the newspaper, when a small simple ad caught his eye.

"Desperate Woman Seeking Husband. Willing to pay!"

"Knowing my luck, desperate means a five hundred pound eighty-year-old blimp, but it's worth a try. I only have five months left."

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Kagome was having a bad day, and it was barely eight. She had woken up late to find out the water heater had broken. She had taken a quick ice shower and tried to get dressed. Unfortunately, the fat ball of fur that was her cat, Buyo, decided her new pants would make a great scratching post. Kagome shrieked as she realized she had forgotten to pick up the dry-cleaning the night before. The only outfit she had left was a skirt, which she had retired because it was too short for work. "I have no choice now."

Her hair was suffering from PMS, and the more she brushed it, the worst it got. Grabbing a dab of gel, she prepared herself. "Bun it is." She didn't worry about makeup. With her luck, she would somehow manage to look like a clown. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror: Short black skirt with matching three-quarter blazer, and a rose satin shirt. She frowned. Not only was she showing too much leg, but the only shoes she owned that matched the outfit were a pair pointy toe - spike healed leather monstrosities. She would limp her way home tonight.

Traffic wasn't much better. She was lucky not to have to drive her brother to school today, but there were three accidents and a broken light on her rout. "It's an omen! Work is bad…and this pretend husband thing is not going to work." She fought with three angry commuters before stealing a parking space. It was too tight, and maneuvering was hard, but she was late enough as it was.

"Eight-forty!" She gasped as she rushed to the elevator. Today was not a day she could accept being late for. "Relax girl!" She took three deep breaths as soon as she was climbing the floors. "No one is going to be here first thing in the morning." With a ding, the doors opened to reveal a circus. There was no other way to describe the waiting area of the fifteenth floor. All the freaks had come out to play…She stared incredulously at the bearded lady that was really a man with large boobs, the snot machine, the man that never bathed, the fat slob, the manic depressant…

"What's going on here?" Kagome asked afraid to take off her trench coat due to the way the occupants were ogling her. A flash of silver caught her eyes and she observed a relatively young man with dog ears and golden eyes admiring her derriere.

"Kagome, thank Kami you're here!" Sango grabbed her as she tried to outrun a thin man with red eyes and a chicken-like face.

"Sango?"

"Did you see the ad in the paper?"

"No…but this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said perfect husband." An attentive furry ear turned towards them.

"Neither did they…Mr. Houshi let a first year intern handle the ad placing…he has gone into hiding until you sign a waver promising not to harm him in any way." Kagome went pale.

"How bad?"

"Promise not to read it until after I am far away…I do not wish to be killed for being the messenger." Sango noticed the return of chicken face and pushed Kagome into office before executing a few expert Karate moves to scare away her admirers. Unfortunately, the bearded man/lady person liked girls that could play rough.

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Inu Yasha stared at the scene before him. He still hadn't seen a woman that was ugly enough to be that desperate. In fact, he wouldn't mind giving some of these girls the one month treatment, especially that last one with the really short skirt. He smirked remembering the annoyed glance she sent him. "Why do they wear them so short if they don't want you to look?" Inu Yasha wondered.

There was another thing. There had been a type-o in the ad. He gathered as much, but what did that fine bitch have to do with any of it. She definitely could not be desperate…and if she was, then she must have one fucked up personality. With those curves, she has to have men lined up around the streets. Maybe he would get her number, considering Desperate had been to shy to show. He looked at his watch and sighed. This had not been worth skipping out on work.

"Miroku Houshi Jr. I am going to kill you!" The scream brought the entire waiting area to silence. Inu Yasha examined the closed door the noise had come from…soundproof. The girl had some lungs, and he wouldn't mind testing them out, though she definitely wasn't marriage material. Nope, if he was going to fool anyone that he found the perfect wife, she needed to be respectable, witty, loving and have the patience of a saint. How else was she going to put up with him?

Inu Yasha noticed a young man in a charcoal suit and low ponytail being pushed towards the office by the Karate girl. Where had he seen him before? The string of curses that followed were worthy of him. He sighed again, when was this thing going to start?

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"Miroku, you knew this was important."

"But I thought it was simple enough to hand down, but don't worry. The offender is no longer with us," Miroku stated before finishing to himself, "because he was never with us."

"What am I going to do?" Kagome asked as she flopped down on her comfy leather chair.

"Interview?" Miroku suggested. "Look, we may luck out. There might be an actor out there."

"I don't know…"

"And you shouldn't be judging a book by its cover. I thought you were better than that!" Miroku ventured to turn the tables.

"I do, but in this case, I need him to look the part."

"That's why we have beauty salons. Just try it."

"They are here." Sango shrugged leaving the girl looking tired and weak.

"Do you think I have a chance?"

"No." Sango confessed as she let her friend to her own much larger and comfortable chair. "But, you won't know unless you try. Have my chair, it reclines." She offered as Miroku changed the name plates. Soon, he would be able to offer her a desk like this.

"Remember," Miroku smiled, "you have all that interviewing experience from when you were helping us find my last secretary."

"You mean the herd of airhead breasts? Yeah, I remember. I also remembered swearing never to interview anyone who was screened by you first!"

"This isn't the same!" Miroku complained.

"I guess you're right. Send the first in." Sango handed Kagome the applications that had been filled out so far. "They were prepared for everything." Kagome sighed. "Of course, who needs the boy scouts, when you have a team of lawyers at your beck and call?"

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Inu Yasha walked up to the door in a soft careless stride. Since his butt had fallen asleep as he waited, then Desperate could wait for him. He passed threw the open door, surprise to find Short Skirt Girl behind a large mahogany desk. He took a second while she read something to take in the office. The walls were painted soft beige and covered with bookcases and framed diplomas. There were two desks in the room. The larger more menacing one and a simpler version right across from it. "The assistant desk," he smirked as he approached the larger desk with his hard rubber heals crushing the soft carpet.

Kagome looked up and smiled her professional smile, and standing up she offered him her hand as she asked, "Inu Yasha Takahashi?" Before wondering where she knew that name from. She examined the young hanyou with golden eyes. His biceps were visible through his leather jacket, and she could almost make out the lines of his abs through the red t-shirt he wore. Then those pants…she almost wanted to ask him to turn around so she could examine his other side.

"Hai, and you are?" He replied sitting down instead of shaking her hand. She gave him a disapproving look before sitting down, and out of habit, crossing her legs. Inu Yasha bleatingly admired the view.

"Mr. Takahashi!" He could smell her anger, and it was delicious. Damn, his mouth was watering. "My face is not below my waist!"

"Keh." He made himself comfortable as he took notice of the name on the desk.

"There seems to have been a misunderstanding with the newspaper." His eyes and ears shot up catching the admiration of his interviewer, not that she showed it. "The ad was printed incorrectly."

"Oh?" This was making more sense as he took notice how well she wore her cleavage.

"I am looking for an actor to play the role of my husband…Mr. Takahashi, do you mind looking me in eye." Kagome's voice was strained. This was her first interview, and if this was any indication, the whole idea had been a giant waist of time.

Like a good boy, Inu Yasha looked up with a "Keh," but he never looked back down. The sparkling sapphires radiating with anger entranced him. When was the last time he saw eyes that beautiful? That honest?

"Like I was saying, my grandfather is dying, and his last wish is to see me married, so I am looking for an actor to play the role of my husband." Inu Yasha smirked.

"So you are Desperate?" Kagome tried to keep her cool as she grinded her teeth.

"Not that desperate. Thank you Mr. Takahashi. We'll be in touch." Inu Yasha raised his brows in surprise.

"Just like that?"

"Mr. Takahashi, I need to find a man to play the part of the perfect husband…I don't have time to waste with hentai bakas, such as yourself. Have a nice day."

"Keh." Inu Yasha stood to leave but he couldn't help smirk as he caught one final glimpse of her legs.

"I saw that." Kagome said in a warning tone as he made his exit, and Inu Yasha could not help but laugh. She was surprised to find his laughter relaxing, but all its sedative-like effects were disturbed by the smirk on his face. "Good day, sir."

Inu Yasha walked out of the building with a smile on his face. He flipped his cell phone open before speed dialing his best kept secret.

"What do you want Inu Yasha?" A squeaky teenage voice answered.

"Keh, how do you know I want something?" Inu Yasha growled.

"You never call for anything else."

"Keh! I need you to run me a background check, a thorough background check on Kagome Higurashi."

"You thinking of sleeping with this girl?"

"Hells, I'm thinking of marrying her!"

"Damn! You finally lost it Yasha!"

"Spare me Shippo. Have it ready by three."

"But it's almost ten." The kitsune complained.

"And you are the best hacker there is…what's a little challenge?"

"You owe me big, Inu. Real big!"

"Keh." Inu Yasha hung up the phone and started towards the local café. She was perfect: beautiful, witty, headstrong, and in the same situation as him. "This is perfect." Granted she needed to learn a bit more patience and be more modest with her dress, though he didn't mind the short skirt. He stopped to think of that black hair tied mercilessly into an inhumane bun. What would it look like if it was dancing freely down her back? Would it be soft and silky? Strait or curly?

Inu Yasha straighten himself banishing the thoughts from his mind. "Damn, I can't function without coffee." He wondered if he had pushed her buttons too hard. Granted he wanted to upset her, to see how short her fuse was, but he did not want her to cut him off the list completely. He smiled lightly as he remembered the competition in the waiting area…he had no competition.

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"Sir, are you sure you don't want a tissue?" Kagome offered trying to hold her stomach contents intact. It wasn't that the man before her looked like he slept in a trash compactor that provided such a poignant response from the young woman. It was the running river of mucus from his nose down his face and into his mouth that did the trick. The sad thing was he was one of the better candidates. Through her morning, lunch and afternoon, Kagome had interviewed assholes, perverts and every social misfit in the city. Why did Kami hate her? "We'll be in touch." She ushered him out of the office before she fell down exhausted. "Was that the last of them?" She asked as Sango entered the room.

"Hai."

"Who knew there were so many weirdoes in Tokyo?" She threw off her shoes and slouched in her boss's chair.

"You were just lucky it wasn't a full moon." The girls turned to the unfamiliar gruff voice to see a smirking hanyou leaning against the doorframe.

"You? Didn't I send you away this morning?"

"Without a proper interview, I may add." He smiled as he took a seat in front of her. Kagome's weariness must have been playing tricks on her; she almost swore he was proper.

"I'm calling security." Kagome warned as she reached for the phone, but he beat her to it.

"Don't be unfair, Miss. I deserve an interview like any other."

"Yeah Kagome. Don't be unreasonable…he seems normal." Sango agreed.

"That's because you weren't here for his hentai antics." Kagome complained. "He is worse than Miroku."

"I don't want your money." Inu Yasha stated catching both girls' attention. He had to be the only man tonight that meant that. Kagome raised an eyebrow and pulled out a thick folder and flipped through it.

"With your income, Mr. Takahashi, you shouldn't need it. Takahashi! That's where I heard that name! Takahashi Incorporated…what are you doing here?"

"That's a big file. Are you sure the answer isn't there, along with my favorite pair of boxers."

Kagome turned the page. "No, it only says that you don't wear any underwear." Inu Yasha visibly paled, but then, he just laughed.

"You're good, but I wouldn't expect anything else from a promising future lawyer that graduated top of her class this past spring. You've never received anything lower than an A- in your entire educational career, and are an active athlete, if you count archery as a sport."

"Excuse me?" Kagome paled. When did he get the upper hand?

"I also perform thorough background checks, but that's beyond the point. You and I are in similar situations."

"I doubt that." She said reaching for the phone again. "This conversation is over."

"You and I not only need to find a spouse, but we need to appear like we are in love."

"Excuse me?" The hanyou leaned back and smiled.

"To unlock my inheritance, my full inheritance and not that poor excuse of a trust fund, I need to be happily married for at least a year. My father gave me six years after his death to marry, and that time will be over soon."

"Why?"

"He was afraid I would never settle down."

"I don't understand. A man in your position should have no problem with finding a wife."

"I need to 'marry for love.' No woman would agree to a prenup like that. No money if we divorce, and we can only divorce if we are both out of love." He explained. "So, you see, Miss Higurashi, we are in a similar predicament. We need to marry and pretend to be in love and be able to dissolve the marriage when the time is up with the least amount of hassle."

"Kagome?" Sango did not like the look the hanyou was giving her friend.

"The relationship is a complete fake…no intimacy."

"Pretend intimacy. Though you would have to cancel your social calendar…can't have you cheating."

"I'd be more concern about your ability to keep little Inu in your pants."

"Don't worry about little Inu. He can behave, if he has to."

"How can I be so sure?"

"If the marriage is proved to be a fraud, I lose my entire inheritance. Trust me; the only thing I enjoy more than women is money."

"Somehow, I can believe that." She gave the man the once over: adorable dog ears, silver hair and golden pools for eyes. His physique was exquisite, and if he kept his mouth shut, then she could stomach being seen in public with him. His smirk was another story. But, no one is perfect. "Fine Mr. Takahashi. You have yourself a wife."

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Presentation did not go well…lucky this wasn't the final one. They sent me back to the drawing board with a ton of experiments, and no time to finish them. Wish me luck…this might affect my postings. By the way, Meche fell asleep, so she didn't correct this.