InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Bow ❯ Into the Lions den ( Chapter 2 )

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The Final Bow

By: Undecidedly Certain

Chapter Two

Into the Lions Den

Kagome Stormed out the door in a rage. She didn't need to be in the stupid movie, in fact she didn't even want to be in the stupid movie for the simple fact that it was HIS stupid movie.

Really though, who does he think he is anyway. Just because the guy has an overabundance of money, good looks, and packs of vapid, screaming fan girls, he thinks he can treat people however he damn well pleases.

Well no sir, not this girl. Kagome Higurashi bows down to no man, be he a sex god or not!

Kagome slammed the door behind her, face red and nostrils flaring, looking like the poster child for indignation, that or a raging bull. Miroku looked slightly nervous upon seeing her, but her anger began to ebb as soon as she caught sight of Rin's happy grin. Looking into that sweet little face, she couldn't help but smile.

Albeit it was a tense, slightly forced smile at first, but as soon as the little girl threw herself into Kagome's arms it melted into a true one.

"How did it go?" Miroku asked apprehensively.

She shot him a pointed glare over Rin's shoulder in response.

"That well huh?" He said with a nervous laugh.

Kagome felt herself getting flustered again just thinking about it. He had been so rude to her, she knew she wasn't the next Julia Roberts or anything, but she didn't think she did that bad.

Something about that man was off, though she couldn't quite place what it was. When they had been running lines, close enough for her to smell the sweet musk of his cologne, close enough to feel the fire in his eyes burning deeply in her soul…

It was like the pull of something familiar, something long forgotten. Something that called to her, and it didn't help that he just happened to be incredibly sexy. Too bad he's such a jerk.

Placing Rin on the ground, Kagome took her pudgy little hand into her own giving it a gentle squeeze.

"So Rin, are you ready to go get that ice cream now?"

"Yup, yup, yup!" The little girl shouted enthusiastically.

"Alright, Miroku, would you be so kind as to point us in the direction of the cafeteria?"

"Of course," He said bowing with flourish, "anything for such a lovely…"

"Flattery will get you no where mister," Kagome interrupted tersely, "you're still in trouble for that little stunt earlier."

Miroku sighed, his midnight eyes shining with unspoken apology. He knew how Takishima could be. "I wouldn't take anything he said too personally." He stated repentantly. "He can be rather…brusque when he is working."

"Yeah, well there's no excuse for treating people like dirt just because they don't live up to his personal standards."

"I fully agree with you Kagome." Miroku nodded thoughtfully. "But we can not control the mindset of others, we can only hope to influence them with our own."

Kagome was slightly taken aback by the very Zen-like response from the young man. By the way he first presented himself (giving her a good once over with his eyes and asking her to bed!) She hadn't figured him to be the philosophical type.

Unless of course you count the Kama Sutra as a field of philosophy.

He smirked wolfishly at her stunned expression. "Have I impressed you with my remarkable intellect? Perhaps now you would reconsider…"

"The answer is still no." She huffed, but couldn't hide the smile that spread across her face, nor could she ignore the playful twinkle in his eyes that responded. A pervert he may be, but Miroku was obviously a nice guy trying to get a smile from her.

"Now," She said still smiling, "Point us toward the ice cream."

***

"Wait, did she just say Rin?" Sesshoumaru balked at the now closed door.

Sesshoumaru Takishima pulled his chrome colored cell off his belt, quickly flipping it open and pressing #1 on his speed dial.

"H-hello?" A quirky and decidedly nervous voice answered on the first ring.

"Jaken." Sesshoumaru's deep baritone demanded, just that one word, amazingly enough, was able to convey his anger.

"Mr. Takishima sir!" Jaken squawked. "I was just…" But the poor man never got to finish.

"Where is Rin." He commanded darkly.

"Well, you see, er, that is to say…"

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, trying to reign in his temper. "Is she with you now, at this precise moment?"

"…not exactly, but I have been combing the lot in search…"

CLICK

Sesshoumaru slammed the phone closed with a flick of his wrist. He was not pleased, and had he stayed on the phone with the incompetent man servant any longer he may have fired him, and that just would not do.

Incompetent as he may be, Jaken had served his family nearly his whole life. He knew of nothing else and at nearly seventy years of age, the old codger would probably have a heart attack at the prospect of being dismissed.

Sango was absolutely livid. She snapped an angry glare on him that would have had a lesser man whimpering like a whipped puppy.

"What the hell was that Sesshoumaru?!" She spouted angrily. "You had the perfect girl practically dumped in your lap and you had to go and piss her off!"

His glare intensified and the temperature of the room suddenly seemed about thirty degrees colder.

"You dare question my methods? Need I remind you that you work for me, not the other way around?" He snapped tersely. He wasn't usually so harsh with her, but between the Higurashi girl and Rin, he was a little on edge.

"Of course not, Mr. Takishima." She bit out turning to avoid his eyes. "I just don't understand why you were so hard on her. She wasn't bad, a bit raw maybe, but I think it gave her an honest quality, and she certainly looked the part."

Sesshoumaru sighed, applying pressure to the bridge of his nose trying to relieve some of the pressure. Strangely enough he hadn't even noticed the throbbing in his skull the whole time the Higurashi girl was present.

Perhaps her quirky little display with the door was enough to distract him from the pain, or perhaps it was those startlingly expressive blue eyes of hers…

In all actuality, he really didn't know why he lashed out at her the way he did. There was just something about the girl that made him feel….off balance.

He couldn't describe adequately the feelings she had stirred with those eyes, so innocent and yet fiery at the same time.

It made him feel raw, exposed. The overwhelming urge to make her feel just as unsettled had been irrefutable, no matter how childish and unfounded his goading had been.

An image floated through his mind of her standing before him, her eyes ablaze and her delicate hands curled into tiny fists of indignation. She was spirited, maybe a little too spirited, but the way her midnight tresses fell about her shoulders in waves like the finest bolt of heavy black silk, it was …intoxicating.

The feelings that arguing with the impudent young slip of a woman invoked, while easily recognizable, were no less disturbing. He couldn't deny the way his blood heated as her eyes narrowed in anger. The way his heart pounded in response to her rising challenge.

This could prove to be troublesome indeed. Higurashi would be a thorn in his side, of that he was sure.

Sango was looking at him expectantly, awaiting instructions.

"Well," She asked finally with a defeated sigh, "Should I offer the part to Kagura?" She added a slight grumble after mentioning the woman's name. Sango had had the displeasure of working with Kagura on a previous project.

Sesshoumaru promptly stood and started for the door. "I am going to collect Rin. Do not do anything until I return."

***

"Rin's most favorite ice cream is pink!" Rin announced happily swinging their linked hands as they made their way toward the cafeteria. Miroku had pointed them in the right direction and sent them on their quest for confection with assurances that he would notify Rin's father about their location.

"Pink huh?" Kagome giggled as they entered the large building in the center of the lot Miroku had described.

Kagome was fairly surprised to discover that it was more like a food court than an actual cafeteria, complete with a WacDonalds and a small soft serve ice cream stand. A couple of dozen round café style tables littered the floor in the middle of the building.

"Wow, how convenient." Kagome commented as they stepped into the air conditioned area.

Rin immediately started squealing excitedly and pulling Kagome along behind her toward the soft serve stand.

"Rin wants pink!" The little girl shouted enthusiastically. The young man running the stand, a skinny boy in his late teens with mousy brown hair and a liberal sprinkling of freckles, turned his clearly confused brown eyes to Kagome. She smiled warmly at him making the younger boy blush.

"We'll have two strawberry waffle cones." Kagome translated for the man running the cart. He nodded, a light pink still staining his heavily freckled cheeks.

"Don't forget the sprinkles!" Rin shouted, now jumping up and down in anticipation of the sugary goodness that was to come.

"Oh my goodness," Kagome smiled down at the girl, "How could we have forgotten the sprinkles. Please make that two strawberry waffle cones with sprinkles."

Rin gave her approval with a thumbs up and a grin. Priceless.

After getting their `pink' ice cream with sprinkles, Kagome handed the young man enough money to pay for the cones along with a small tip and headed to one of the little tables in the center of the spacious room.

Rin was a perfect picture of contentment sitting in her white plastic chair swinging her legs wildly as she lapped at her ice cream like a happy cat.

Sprinkles scattered all over the table with every lick she took and some of the ice cream dripped down her chin like a sticky, pink goatee.

Kagome rested her elbows on the table and cradled her chin on her intertwined fingers, watching the child with a wistful smile.

She felt so at peace sitting here with Rin, and though she knew Miroku was going to tell her father where they were, the young woman was in no hurry for him to get there.

Guilt started to seep into her conscience like cold water. She was actually starting to feel a little bad about the way she let loose her `inner demon' so to speak, on Mr. Takishima. Kagome prided herself on her usually calm demeanor, she wasn't a pushover or anything, but she almost never lost her cool and lowered herself to be in a screaming match like that. Unless of course it was with her little brother Sota, but that didn't count. It was her god given duty to scream at him.

A slight frown crossed her face. Now that she really thought about it, she had acted rather childishly by rising to his obvious baiting. She just couldn't seem to stop herself though.

But it did leave room to question his motives. Why exactly was he baiting her to begin with? Was it some kind of test? Had she failed miserably, cracking like a thin shelled peanut under his carefully applied pressure.

She decided right then and there that should she ever see the stuck up jerk again, she would apologize.

"You're ice cream is gonna melt Miss Kagome." Rin stated solemnly, as though it were a sin to let something so sweet go to waste.

"That's ok sweetie, I guess I'm just not all that hungry."

"Papa Sess likes pink ice cream too!" Rin stated knowledgably, taking another swipe at her own melting confection.

"Oh he does does he?" The little girl nodded vigorously. "Well maybe if he agrees to get you a better baby sitter then we might just let him have some pink ice cream, won't we?"

Rin beamed at her while nodding excitedly, then attacked her ice cream again.

"Kidnapping eh Higurashi," A deep, rich voice rang out behind her, causing her to jerk up right in her chair, "you must have forgotten to write that one down on your resume."

Kagome whirled around so fast that some of the melted ice cream in her waffle cone splattered the front of his expensive shirt.

"Mr. Takishima!" She gasped. There he was, of all the places for him to be right now, his hands shoved casually in his pockets. She followed his disgruntled gaze to the now pink polka dotted front of his shirt. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" Kagome exclaimed, her mortification taking on a corporeal embodiment on her flaming cheeks.

Dashing over to the trash bins, she deposited the drippy remains of her ice cream and grabbed a handful of paper napkins.

"I can't believe I did that." She mumbled ruefully as she dabbed at the front of his shirt. She could feel the smooth, hard lines of his chest through the soft material and had the sudden urge to run her hands over the broad expanse in a much more personal way.

`It must be his cologne.' Kagome thought absently as she continued to dab at the spots. `He smells so good.'

"You should probably soak this as soon as you get a chance, or it will stain." She was starting to ramble, a sure sign of nervousness. "besides, I don't really think pink is your color…"

Her pitiful attempt at humor and her attentions to his shirt were halted suddenly as a pair of warm, strong hands gripped her wrists. Startled, she looked up immediately blushing at their close proximity and the amused look in his eyes.

"Sorry." She choked out airily as he continued to look into her face in silence.

There was that strange feeling again, that pull. It almost made her want to….

"Papa Sess, loooook! Rin got's pink ice cream." Rin squealed happily holding up the half eaten cone, most of which was currently dripping down her fingers creating a sticky trail straight to her elbow.

Rin's sudden outburst shattered whatever illusion seemed to be holding them in place.

Sesshoumaru immediately dropped the slender wrists he'd been holding captive against his chest. `What is it about this girl?' He wondered.

Kagome looked at Rin, then slowly, as what the child said began to sink in, turned to blink owlishly at Sesshoumaru. "Papa Sess?"

He gave a curt nod, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

`Well,' Kagome thought wryly, `Should have seen that one coming.' Her embarrassment was quickly blooming on her cheeks. Then something he'd said earlier clicked into place.

"Kidnapping?!" She said menacingly, embarrassment all but forgotten. "Let's try finding her alone and scared after she ran away from someone named Jaken who was mean to her. I, mister, am the hero here."

Sesshoumaru merely raised an elegant eyebrow at her as if to say, `and your point is?'.

Kagome felt her blood begin to boil. Her hands balled into fists at her sides and she ground her teeth sharply against each other. She opened her mouth to let loose a verbal lashing he wouldn't soon forget when she noticed Rin watching them both very intently.

Talk about knocking the wind out of your sails. No matter how bad the guy got under her skin, she was not about to tell him off in front of his own kid, besides she had already said her peace in the audition room.

Taking a deep steadying breath, Kagome forced her mouth into the closest proximity of a smile that she could muster.

"I apologize Mr. Takishima, I'm sure you would never knowingly leave Rin in the care of such an incompetent person." She bit out with enough artificial sweetness to give him a cavity.

"Indeed." Sesshoumaru said, amusement dancing in his eyes, though his face disclosed nothing but an arrogant smirk.

"You are impossible." She huffed, her sparkling blue eyes narrowing in anger.

"I could say the same about you Higurashi." Her retorted smugly. Why did he feel he could argue so feely with her, and why did he practically know exactly how to push her buttons. Was she just that predictable? He wasn't so sure that was it.

Kagome rolled her eyes, but stiffened slightly when two of the obviously more despondent nerve endings in her brain made a connection. She was shocked at how much the realization bothered her, not that she would let it show.

"I didn't realize that you were married." She commented as offhandedly as she could, averting her eyes to the suddenly very interesting plastic chair in front of her.

He seemed to bristle slightly, all traces of amusement in his eyes gone. "Not that it is any of your business, but I am not married."

"Oh." `Oh, Come on Kagome, that's the most intelligent thing you can manage to say!' She silently scolded her self, chancing a look at him.

He immediately noticed the pink tinge to her cheeks, his trade mark smirk returning full force.

`Damn it, now he thinks I was hitting on him!' She screamed in her head, quickly averting her attention back to Rin. The girl had now finished her ice cream and was currently licking the sweet remnants off her pudgy little hands.

When she noticed the two adults watching her, she broke into a huge grin. It was really quite comical, the girl looked like she had smeared an entire bottle of pepto bismal on her face.

Kagome stifled her giggles with the back of her hand. When she glanced out of the corner of her eyes at Takishima she was surprised to see a small, genuine smile gracing his handsome face.

It gave him an entirely different look, and even more surprising was the sudden longing that welled up in her to see him smile like that more often.

`Ack what's wrong with me! I'm starting to sound like Yuka!' She thought in alarm. No, Yuka would want to see him wearing his underwear more often, not see him wearing a smile. Although….

Startled by her own thoughts, Kagome walked over and gathered the sticky child in her arms, desperate for a distraction. "Come on cutie-pie, let's go hose you off."

"Ok." She chirped, latching on to Kagome.

"We'll be right back." Kagome told Sesshoumaru, giving him a gentle smile. He simply nodded, placing his hands back in his pockets and followed the girls with his eyes as they headed toward the restrooms.

It was quite intriguing to watch the young woman interacting with Rin. She was good with her and had apparently spent a good part of the afternoon watching over her. That was quite an accomplishment.

Rin could be rather…..energetic. Not to mention the fact that Rin generally didn't take to women very well, not since her mother.

The two women came around the corner, bother looking slightly damp and both giggling happily. Sesshoumaru had to admit, it made a nice picture.

He rolled his eyes heavenward and let out an almost imperceptible sigh. He was almost certain he would come to regret this. He had a nagging feeling that Higurashi would not consign herself to taking orders and behaving.

"Higurashi." He commanded, earning himself a sharp glare. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and continued. "You will be here no later than eight am tomorrow morning. Be sure you pack what ever you will need for the next three months."

All of the hell that she was sure to put him through was validated by the look of utter bewilderment that crossed her face in that moment.

"W-where exactly will I be going?"

"The film will have a great deal of ancient fighting techniques and customs. The cast will be spending the next three months at my sea side estate to train and prepare for filming."

"I, well, uh…."Was her oh so intelligent response. She was completely stunned. Whatever she had been expecting from him, it certainly wasn't to get a part in the movie.

"Sango will go over your contracts and pay before we leave, and don't be late Higurashi."

"Uh, ok." She said meekly, mentally scolding herself for her sudden lack of vocabulary.

"Bye Miss Kagome!" Rin waved enthusiastically as she was led out the door. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Suddenly Sesshoumaru stopped and turned to face her. "Rin, what do you say to Miss Higurashi?"

The little girl looked thoughtful for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. "I love you!" She ran up and hugged her.

Kagome had to laugh at the stunned look on Takishima's face.

"Rin I meant about the ice cream." He said clearing his throat nervously. It was too cute.

"Oh, thank-you Miss Kagome for the pink ice cream with sprinkles on top."

Kagome returned the little girls grin and rubbed noses with her earning a squeal of delight. "You're very welcome Rin." She laughed, setting the little girl back on her feet. "Who couldn't love a sweet little girl like you?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Rin answered anyway. "Jaken doesn't love Rin, he is a crusty old toad."

Sesshoumaru smirked at the child's brutal honesty and choice of words while Kagome nearly choked on air. "Now Rin," She said holding in her laughter the best that she could, "That's," (snort) , "not very," (giggle), "nice."

"But it's true!" She defended earnestly, "and Papa Sess said that good girls don't lie."

Kagome smiled, finally able to control her laughter, gave Rin a gentle push toward her father. "Well then, I guess I'll see you in the morning Rin?" The child in question nodded happily. "Oh, and Mr. Takishima," He locked eyes with her to let her know he was listening, in avertedly making her breath hitch.

`Why does he have to have such intense eyes?'

He cocked his eyebrow at her silence. "Uh," she finally stuttered, "don't forget to soak your shirt when you get home."

He smirked and nodded, then turned and walked toward the door, Rin happily skipping in tow.

"Well," Kagome said out loud to the now deserted food court, "That was weird."

And to top it all off the arrogant jerk probably thought she was checking him out!

`But you were." Her subconscious nagged sounding annoyingly like Yuka.

`No I wasn't! Why would I bother wasting my time to check out an arrogant, pig headed, hard chested, gorgeous eyed….

Aw hell.

This was going to be a long three months.

***

The next morning was spent in a flurry of flying clothes and toiletries as Kagome rushed around her tiny apartment at an ungodly hour in the morning trying to get ready.

She would have done it the night before, but she had been a bit preoccupied…

Her phone rang as soon as she walked in the front door. It was Yuka.

"I can not believe you ditched on us like that Kags!" Yuka screeched into the phone before Kagome could even get out a hello. She grimaced an pulled the receiver away from her ear in an effort to try to preserve her eardrums.

"Yuka, you're going to make my ears bleed one of these days, you know that!" Kagome complained while tugging on her earlobe hoping to make the ringing subside. "Besides, I didn't bail on you. I auditioned."

Silence.

"You did?" Yuka finally said, obviously a little disappointed to have her berating cut short.

"Yeah, and I think I got a part. I have to leave in the morning for three months of training and rehearsals…"

"Wow Kags, you must have gotten a big part if you have to go for training." Yuka admonished, a tinge of green seeping into her voice.

"Naw, I think I'm just going to be an extra or something. Takishima said that the movie had lots of…."

"Did you say Takishima?" Yuka interrupted.

`uh-oh'... "Um, Yeah."

"As in Sesshoumaru Takishima?"

"Yeah," Kagome squeaked knowing perfectly well where this was going. She went ahead and moved the phone about a foot away from her ear.

"OH MY GOD! YOU MET SESSHOUMARU TAKISHIMA! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

After about five straight minutes of screaming Yuka managed to exert some extent of control over herself. Either that or she was out of breath. Either way it gave way to the desired results and Kagome chanced replacing the receiver to her ear.

"Yuka, it really wasn't that big of a deal, I mean the guys a jerk."

"Who cares if he's a jerk! He's damn sexy!" Yuka bellowed.

Kagome couldn't help but laugh. Maybe if Sesshoumaru started acting like too much of an ass during the training she could just threaten to sick Yuka on him. That would be enough to scare any man into submission, even Mr. High and mighty himself.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Kagome does he look as good in real life as he does on TV?"

"Well, I guess but…"

"Oh, oh, oh! Did he talk to you? Did he talk to someone else in the same room as you? Isn't his voice just dreamy?"

"Dreamy?" Kagome asked skeptically. "Yuka, how corny…"

"What kind of underwear was he wearing?"

"WHAT! You pervert, I auditioned for a part in a movie, I didn't sleep with the guy!"

It took Kagome nearly three hours to get off the phone with her overly imaginative friend and by the time she called her mother, her landlord, and her school to arrange to take next semester off it was closing in on ten thirty at night and she was bushed.

Unfortunately that meant that she pushed off the arduous task of packing for the morning. Kagome herself knew that she was not a morning person, so what ever possessed her to set her alarm for five am is still a mystery.

Somewhere during the morning melee, Kagome managed to pack a bag with most of the essentials, though how she managed it was nothing short of a miracle.

Luckily for Kagome pretty much everything matches with blue jeans because there were no considerations for color coordination floating around her fuzzy pre-latte mind.

The Cab pulled up in front of the studio at precisely 7:55 am. 'Ah!' Kagome thought triumphantly, 'Five minutes to spare!' She handed the cabbie his money and climbed out with her luggage.

As she made her way to the security gate she wondered vaguely if she would have any trouble getting in. Sure it had been easy enough yesterday, but the guard hadn't exactly been Mr. Congeniality either.

Another question formed in her mind, which was amazing because she was still in very serious need of some caffeine. Her heavy and well worn suitcase scraped the pavement behind her as she slowly trudged toward the gate. Where was she supposed to go once she got in there?

Takishima had said 'be here at eight.' How much more vague could he be considering that the entirety of the lot covered a good square mile or more. Did he mean 'be here' at the lot, or did he mean 'be here' at the food court, or was the whole thing just a cruel joke meant to humiliate her.

No, Takishima may be a jerk, but she didn't see him as the 'practical jokes from hell' type. At least she hoped not anyways.

A firm knot of nervous anxiety tied itself tightly around her chest making her seriously consider turning around right then and there and going home. Just as she was about to give in to her cowardice someone called her name.

"Kagome Higurashi?" A distinctly male voice called out, though it was not the velvety baritone of Sesshoumaru, it was still very pleasing to the ear.

Kagome turned to find a young man, probably in his mid-20's, with long dark brown hair tied up into a high horse tail and incredible ocean blue eyes. She was confused though, did she know this man?

Not that she would mind if she did, he was a knock out! Not quite in the 'sex-god' category with Sesshoumaru, but pretty darn close.

"Um, yes?" She said nervously, swinging her cumbersome bag with her.

The man smiled warmly at her. "Wow, Miroku said you were beautiful, but the word hardly does you justice."

Kagome blushed at the flattery. "Thank-you." She said, not really sure how to respond to such generous compliments.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The young man balked thrusting out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Koga Ookami, the bad guy."

Kagome took his hand, both her brows going up at his unusual self proclamation. "The bad guy?"

He laughed heartily, it was a nice sound, very disarming. So far Kagome couldn't see anything bad about him.

"I'm playing Ryokotse in the movie. He's the bad guy."

"Oh!" Well that made sense. A grin wide spread across her face.

"Sango sent me out here to meet you. I'll take your bag for you. The cars will be around in about thirty minutes, but Sango wants you to meet her in her office first."

"O-okay." This was a little over whelming. She tried to absorb everything he was saying while following him past security. "Uh, Koga?"

"Hmmm?" He asked, turning to look at her, her heavy bag slung effortlessly over his shoulder.

"Where is Sango's office?"

***

A few minutes and what felt like a half mile walk later Kagome found herself knocking on a door marked 'Sango Tayjia.'

"Come in." came the snappy reply from within.

Kagome cringed at the tone used and slowly pushed the door open. Two non-morning people in a closed in space with no coffee could be a lethal combination.

She was surprised when she found a very angry looking Sango on the other side glaring daggers at a blissful looking Miroku who was nursing a swollen looking cheek.

Kagome's brows furrowed in confusion as she nervously cleared her throat. Sango's attention immediately snapped to the new comer, her face softening into a welcoming grin as she met Kagome's gaze.

"Ah, the lovely Lady Kagome." Miroku said taking her hands into his own. Kagome couldn't help but notice the way Sango's eye brow twitched at his actions. Could it be that she has feelings for Miroku, she wondered.

Kagome politely extricated her hands form his grasp and smiled nervously at Sango, trying to break-up some of the tension.

"Don't mind the pervert." She said walking behind her desk and motioning for Kagome to take a seat across form her. "He can't seem to keep his hands to himself. You!" She pointed at the afore mentioned pervert. "Out!"

"I will see you shortly ladies." He said with a bow as he swept out of the room. The door shut behind him with a snap.

Kagome felt the sudden need to squirm and fidget in her chair, though she wasn't sure quite why. Sango seemed amiable enough, as long as you weren't Miroku.

Sango pulled a folder form her top desk drawer and settled it between them and smiled genially at the younger girl. "So Kagome, are you excited?" She asked flipping the folder open.

"I'm a little nervous to be honest."

"Don't be. Sesshoumaru is the best in the business. He'll make sure everything is perfect so don't be afraid to ask should you need anything."

She nodded. Suddenly her words were failing her again. This really shouldn't be this hard, should it?

"Ok," Sango continued, pulling out the first pack of papers and reading. "This is pretty much a standard contract stating that you, Kagome Higurashi, will be playing the role of Miya in …."

That spurred her into vocalization. "What do you mean I'll be playing Miya?" She asked in a near panic. "I haven't read the script or anything, but isn't the movie about Miya?"

Sango smiled. "Well technically its about Norihiko, Miya, Ryokotse, and the legend of the Shikon no tama, but Miya is the leading lady."

Kagome's jaw nearly hit the floor. "I-I thought I was going to be an extra."

Sango gave her a comical look before continuing. "An extra? You're way too good to just be an extra. Don't worry you'll do fine."

"I-I don't know, I mean…" She stammered as Sango slid the last sheet of paper under her nose, "Holy hell look at all those zeros!" She blurted before she could stop herself. A slight pink tinged her cheeks , but she couldn't help it. That was a lot of money.

500,000.00! 500,000.00 freaking dollars! She could pay off all of mama's debt and still have enough left over to pay for her and Souta's college.

These kinds of opportunities don't' come around every day. Kagome didn't consider herself to be a greedy person, but her family really could use the money and if she could do this to help them, then she would.

"Where do I sign?" She asked keenly.

Sango laughed and handed her a pen.

An; Well guys, not as long as the last chapter, but I hope it will do! I got such a great response on the last chapter, thank you so much for reviewing, its very encouraging! Lots of interesting plot turns to come when Kagome starts her training and meets her co stars! Very exciting so stay tuned, same bat time same bat channel! He he he! Seriously though, I will try to update at least once a week! Until then Ja ne!

P.S. please R&R!