InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Bow ❯ Whats wrong with my bust line?! ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer; See chapter one, but for those who are too lazy, I don't own the characters, just torture them for my own sadistic amusement (and hopefully yours as well!)

AN; Hey all! I'm actually updating kind of early this time! Ok, so maybe not that early, but I did a little better right?…..(crickets) …alrighty then. I just want to say that you reviewers are awesome! I love reading the reviews, you guys are so funny, and I love how much you are getting into the story! I'm not too big on angst, but every story has to have some friction or it would just be sappy!

The visions are cool huh? Yes, the ultimate question, what happened in the past that they are remembering? Lean a little closer to your screen and I'll tell you…a little closer…just a little more…*phhhhhht*(blows raspberry in your ear! Hahaha!) like I was really gonna tell you! You will just have to wait and see, but its very good I promise.

I have a little confession to make. I don't really know all the details that go into making a movie, so I'm kind of going on what I know from my experiences in the theatre and from watching `the making of' feature on my DVD's! he he he, (grins sheepishly). Well anyways, soon Naraku will be taking a darker turn, scary I know, and Kagome and Sesshoumaru will be taking a closer look into why they are having these visions.

I hope you all enjoy "The Final Bow" and please let me know what you think. As always, much thanks to my beta Avid Reader and to all of my wonderful reviewers. Hope you enjoy the show and please be sure to deposit all trash in the appropriate receptacles on your way out of the theatre….And now our feature presentation…

The Final Bow

By; Undecidedly Certain

Chapter Seven

What's Wrong With My Bust Line?!

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Something roused her from the dreamless sleep she had drifted into shortly after being left alone with her own thoughts with strict orders to get some rest. How she had managed to fall asleep after everything that happened that morning was beyond her. Perhaps stress, or mental exhaustion.

Who knows, but somehow she had managed the feat.

A warm weight shifted next to her and Kagome started, eyes snapping wide at the intrusion. The little body huddled next to her sighed and scooted closer when Kagome instinctually scooted away.

It was Rin. The little girl was curled on her side on top of the heavy duvet still clad in her play clothes from earlier, sneakers and all. One pudgy little hand was curled just under her chin as she slept making her look even more young and innocent than she did when she was awake.

Smiling softly at the sweet picture she made, Kagome silently slipped out of bed and, after removing her sneakers, slid the slumbering child under the covers smoothing them gently just as her own mother had done for so many years.

Quietly as she could Kagome slipped on her shoes and tiptoed out the door, softly closing it behind her. She made a mental not to come up and check on her before too long, she could remember how scary it was to wake up someplace other than your own bed as a child.

She wondered briefly how the child got into her bed to begin with, but decided not to dwell on it. Her stomach was grumbling irritably having missed lunch. She was fully prepared to make reparations for that oversight.

Once down the stairs Kagome was met with a flurry of activity. There were more people buzzing around the main floor than Kagome had seen in the whole time she'd spent at the estate. It was rather dizzying.

A pair of women she was unfamiliar with came in the front door carrying a long bolt of material nearly knocking her down in the process.

"S'cuse me sweetheart." The stout woman with short blonde hair bringing up the rear called out brusquely to her as she passed.

Kagome watched in awe as people swarmed about making Sesshoumaru's beautiful home look more like a three ring circus than a million dollar estate. Some one grabbed her arm suddenly giving her a light tug and making her cry out in surprise.

"There you are!" Sango said happily looking Kagome over. "Yash said you passed out this morning, are you ok?" Concern was written all over the older girls face and Kagome forced a smile on despite all the trepidation she felt in her heart.

"Yeah, just over exerted my self or something." She lied. "I'm fine now though."

"Good, because we have about a bazillion costumes to be measured and fitted for." Sango gushed pulling a nervous looking Kagome behind her. Kagome cast a forlorn look down the hall toward the kitchen before allowing herself to be pulled down the hall and into a huge room that she had never seen before. She would have to find something to eat later.

The room was completely devoid of furnishing currently, but from the decorations adorning the walls she assumed that it was used for entertaining, most likely large numbers of guests, for fancy get togethers or something of the like. The west wall was covered in the most beautiful stained glass windows she'd ever seen.

Bolts of fabric were spread out all over the place and rolling clothes racks were lined up against the walls, each chock full of multiple assortments of clothing. Tables littered with assortments of different armor and prop weapons were lined near the clothes racks. Stools were set about the bare space in the middle of the floor and a few changing screens were set up against the back wall.

Ayami, Koga, Miroku, Naraku, and, surprisingly enough, Inuyasha were already there and perched up on their respective stools being swarmed by masses of seamstresses while a young man who she assumed to be the head costume designer walked around observing with a critical eye.

Kagome was feeling a little nervous. She seriously hoped she didn't have to get undressed in front of everyone. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body or anything, she just had a healthy amount of feminine decency.

A firm grip suddenly wrapped its self around her arm and tugged her away from Sango with a little more force than necessary causing the poor startled girl to stumble a bit over her own feet. It was the same stout little woman from before, the one that had nearly run her over with that large bolt of fabric.

"C'mon sweetie, we've got a lot to get done this afternoon." She said while blowing a big pink bubble with her gum, it smelled like bubble-licious, Kagome`s favorite. "You're the miko right?" The woman gave her a gentle nudge up onto a stool and began circling her like a vulture honed in on a slab of rotting meat. It was slightly disconcerting.

Kagome heard her question, but was so distracted by everything going on in the room she could do little more than gape while she watched Inuyasha pull off his shirt. Yes, the man was built with the body of a Greek god, very nice, very nice indeed. Almost as nice as his brother. Too bad that `heinous ass' ran rampant as a family trait.

He looked up and noticed her staring and gave her a wink and a devilish smirk. Color bloomed across her cheeks faster than flowers in May. Why did she always get caught?! It was frustrating and horribly embarrassing. Other people looked, right? How come no one else ever seemed to get caught?

Maybe it was just her, maybe deep down Kagome Higurashi was just a hopeless pervert with an innocent front as a diversionary tactic. She didn't even realize she had zoned out until a pudgy hand holding a measuring tape waved in front of her face.

"You're a bright one aren't ya?" The woman stated sarcastically while roughly pushing her arms straight out to the sides and pulling off the button up shirt she had over her tank top. She pulled the long tape measure from its place draped around her neck and began measuring her as another woman appeared by her side with a note pad.

"E-excuse me?" Kagome stammered, not really sure if the pudgy blonde had just insulted her or not.

The woman ignored her and continued her measurements, calling out her arm length, and inseam. When the measuring tape was brought none too gently across her breasts Kagome `eeped' and jumped slightly, turning a bit red when the woman called out her measurements…Loudly.

"32 at the bust." She called out loudly with a nasty smirk as Kagome stiffened slightly. "Not much to work with there…" The woman commented much too loudly for Kagome's tastes. "Good thing most of your costume designs are well covered so we can use padding."

Kagome couldn't do much more than gape, eyes wide and teeth clenched as the woman insulted her. Ok, so she didn't have huge bouncing silicone boobies, but they weren't under proportionate or anything. At least she had never thought so. She noticed Sango's sympathetic gaze on her and couldn't bring herself to look at the guys who she was sure were staring at her chest at that very moment.

The tape moved to her waist and quickly tightened causing Kagome to gasp.

"24 at the waist." The blonde sneered with bitterness easily discernable in her voice. Kagome could almost swear she heard her mumble `scrawny bitch' under her breath, but it was soft enough to be easily mistaken as an irritated sigh.

Kagome wondered what she did to this woman to cause such obvious loathing. She couldn't recall ever meeting her before.

"28 at the hips. You aren't very proportionate are you?" She said off handedly taking one last measurement from the outside of her hip to the heel of her foot. Kagome bit down on her tongue so as not to lash out at the woman.

`Some people are just naturally blunt.' She reminded herself silently trying to calm herself down.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it though." The woman said airily before turning to head toward the head designer. "Child bearing hips are nothing to be ashamed of."

Kagome's fists balled at her hips as she spun around to tell her off, but the woman was already sauntering her way over to the designer and handing him her measurements and no doubt making some more crude comments.

She felt her ears burning and knew she was probably flushed bright red with the force of her ire. Kagome had never been so insulted in her life. Ok, so maybe Sesshoumaru had come close once or twice, but deep down she knew that he didn't really mean the snide comments he slid her way in passing.

Of course that could be contributed to the nonchalant way he managed to slip insults into casual conversation with remarkable ease.

Ayami, having witnessed Kagome's embarrassing situation, slipped off her stool and placed a calming hand on Kagome's shoulder.

"Don't worry about her Kagome. You have nothing to worry about, I promise. Kanna is just a little bitter."

"What did I ever do to her?" Kagome turned hurt eyes to Ayami who looked sympathetic to her cause. Kagome didn't like for people to be angry with her, especially when she couldn't even figure out why.

"You didn't do anything. That's Kanna Cain, as in the younger sister of Kagura Cain." Ayami explained, hoping that Kagome would understand why Kanna was being so harsh to her.

"Oh." Kagome said, shoulders sagging slightly. She honestly didn't mean to make Kagura angry by getting the role. Heck, she didn't even set out originally to get the role, it just sort of happened.

"Hey, don't let it get to you. It's just the way it works in this business sometimes." She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "If it makes you feel any better I'm only a 34." Ayami gave Kagome a friendly wink and headed back to her own spot.

The head designer sashayed his way over to her, eyeing her critically as if trying to size her up. Kagome gulped nervously at the almost severe look he had on his face, his rectangular glasses pushed low on his nose as he circled her. His short brown hair was spiked at unnatural angles, giving him a very artsy look.

"You, my dear," He said stopping directly in front of her, looking into her nervous blue eyes with his own warm brown. "Will look spectacular in my clothes." A wide grin spread across his face and Kagome let out a sigh of relief.

"I am Jakotsu Setai." He said giving her an amiable smile and offering her his hand which Kagome readily accepted.

"Kagome Higurashi." Kagome returned the smile easily, she already knew she was going to enjoy working with Jakotsu. Hopefully Kanna wouldn't be hanging around too much.

"Well Kagome Higurashi," Jakotsu said offering her his hand to help her off the stool. " Lets get you out of those clothes and into something more befitting of a star such as yourself."

Kagome blushed and followed him to a screen where she proceeded to try on dozens of beautiful traditional silk Kimonos, most of which he pinned here and there for alterations. Then she tried on what looked to be an altered version of a fighting kimono, complete with stiletto straps on her thighs.

The kimono its self wasn't very revealing, but the slits on the sides were not very modest and if she moved the wrong way she was sure she'd be giving someone a nice show. She timidly stepped out from behind the screen to where Jakotsu was waiting for her with his arms crossed across his chest.

"H-how do I look?" she asked timidly. Before he could answer Koga walked by and did a double take, nearly falling on his face in the process.

Ayami walked up behind him and popped him good on the back of the head for good measure before whistling lewdly at Kagome and heading off with a kimono under her arm.

"A girl like you could make a man like me consider what he's missing out on by opting against the fairer sex." Jakotsu said with sexy wink that made Kagome blush. "You look beautiful, Kagome. Really."

"Thanks…." Kagome started when she got the creped out feeling of someone watching her.

She nervously turned only to find Naraku leering at her from across the room, undisguised lust heavily evident in his face and body language. His tongue darted out of his mouth and slowly strayed across his bottom lip suggestively. Kagome quickly turned away from him, fidgeting nervously.

Jakotsu noticed Naraku's staring and quickly shooed Kagome back behind the screen before sending Naraku a back off glare. Naraku merely sneered at the designer before turning to Kanna who was trying to hand him a set of mock armor to try on.

The afternoon dragged on, Kagome trying on all sorts of costumes, from casual kimonos to those fit for a princess, fighting gi's and sleeping yukatas. Finally all she had left to try on was her miko's robes.

Kagome slipped into the traditional red and white clothes, tying the sash securely around her waist before venturing out to show Jakotsu. He circled her, looking at her from top to bottom before smiling.

"I don't think we'll even have to alter that one." He said happily. "It suits you well."

"Jakotsu, I need you over here please!" A slender brunette called from where she was working with Inuyasha.

"I'm coming." He called with a sigh over his shoulder. He kissed Kagome lightly on the hand and told her to wait for him before heading over to help.

Kagome meandered over to the large triple mirror that had been set up to examine herself. The robes fit her quite well, she had to admit. There was something eerily familiar about seeing herself in them too, though she couldn't remember having ever worn them before even though grandpa had sets similar to this at the shrine.

Kagome reached out and gently ran her hand over her shirt, straightening the folds and watched in awed fascination as the miko image in the mirror did the same. A sudden flash of black and white caused the girl to gasp and slump against the mirror for support as another `vision' over came her.

{She was standing outside a rudimentary wood hut, a large rack for drying herbs was set up against one of the outer walls next to a pile of fire wood.

Kagome could see her hands (or what she assumed were her hands) working with a pestle and mortar grinding some dried herbs into powder. There was no color at all this time, everything was gray scale. A deep voice sounded in her ear, startling her somewhat, even though she could feel his aura approaching.

`wait, how do you feel an aura?' Kagome wondered.

"Why do you do this miko?"

Kagome turned her head bringing a pair of pale gold eyes into view.

`His eyes are always in color.' She thought vaguely as more details came into focus and colors slowly bled into the picture.

On his forehead a deep blue crescent moon shone as a symbol of his authority, two violent red slashes adorned each cheek as a symbol of his power. His mouth was drawn in a tight grimace, though whether it was because he was in pain, or because he was severely irritated she couldn't tell.

His chest and arms were still heavily bandaged. Because of the effects of the dark miko his demon healing wasn't working as it should

She heard herself sigh before answering. "Because it is the right thing to do." She answered. "And because I want to." She added softly, though she knew he could hear her perfectly. "Now, what are you doing up, you should be resting." Her tone had taken on a slightly scolding quality that most would never dare use toward such a frightening creature.

"You dare presume to order this Sesshoumaru around?" He said lowly narrowing his gorgeous eyes dangerously.

Kagome watched in horrific fascination as her hand reached out and poked the demon in the chest, hard. He flinched visibly, but made no complaint or whimper of protest.

" `This Sesshoumaru' is still injured." Kagome admonished withdrawing her hand, completely unfazed by the low growl that escaped his throat. "Now get back to bed before I have to drag you there myself." She turned back to her herbs.

After a moment she felt him turn to head back into the hut, but not before making one of his customary cold remarks. "You are a terrible miko, wench."

Visionary Kagome laughed as did her real life counter part. She was tending to an injured, vicious, demon lord.

She was a terrible miko indeed. Possibly the worst ever.}

She snapped out of the vision nearly as quick as she'd slipped into it and found her self resting heavily against the center mirror. A small tugging at the back of her pants brought her completely back to reality.

Turning, Kagome found a pair of big brown eyes looking up at her sadly.

"Are you ok Miss Kagome?" Rin asked quietly. "Rin was worried."

Kagome smiled at the sweet child before sweeping her up into a big bear hug. " I'm ok sweetie, but thank you for worrying about me. And you don't have to call me Miss Kagome, you can just call me Kagome."

Rin flashed her a bright smile when Kagome set her down. "Ok!" The child glanced down at the older girls strange attire and her little brow furrowed. "You gots weird clothes on Kagome!" she said finally.

Kagome laughed and looked down at herself. "Yeah, I guess I do huh?" She commented.

"Rin wants some funny clothes too!" Rin shouted happily swinging Kagome's hand back and forth with her own.

"Well, I'll tell you what Rin, I'll see if Jakotsu will make a set just for you."

"Really?" The little girl asked, her eyes widening almost painfully with hope.

"Really."

Rin threw her arms around Kagome's neck and hugged the older girl tightly. "I wish Kagome could stay with Rin forever." Rin said almost sadly, her face buried in Kagome hair. "Then Kagome could be Rin's mommy."

Kagome face-faltered. "Rin sweetie, I would love to stay with you, but I could never take the place of your real mother. That wouldn't be fair to her and it would probably hurt her feelings."

Rin looked up at her innocently. "It wouldn't hurt Rin's real mommy's feelings because she don't want Rin." Rin said honestly. Kagome was horrified, what kind of mother wouldn't want their own child. Especially such a sweet girl like Rin.

Even more importantly, what jerk told her that her mother didn't want her?!

"I'm sure that's not true sweetie, who told you that?"

"Papa Sess."

Kagome felt a knot in her chest, though whether it was from sympathy for the child or anger at the father she couldn't tell. She affectionately ran her fingers through the fringe of Rin's bangs and pulled the little girl in for another hug.

"Well, I want you." Kagome said firmly. "I may not be able to be your mommy, but I promise I will always be your friend. Almost like a big sister, how's that?"

The child seemed to ponder this for a moment before a contented smile crossed her sweet face. "OK! We can play dollies and pick flowers and put bugs in Jaken's coffee!" Rin Squealed happily causing Kagome to laugh.

"We'll get right on that as soon as I'm done with this. How about after dinner tonight? Just me and you kiddo?" Kagome asked.

Rin's smile could have melted the polar ice caps and flooded the earth with her happiness. "Yea!" She squealed clapping her pudgy little hands.

"Ok, I have to go find some one, can you find Mr. Jaken by yourself?"

Rin nodded and Kagome patted her on the head affectionately before walking determinedly out the door.

Oh yes, she was going to find someone all right. When she found Sesshoumaru Takishima she was going to give him a piece of her mind. How dare he tell Rin that her own mother didn't want her!

"SESSHOUMARU!" She bellowed heading down the second floor hall, still clad in her miko robes, her hair fanning out behind her like a dark curtain blowing in the breeze. She got no answer.

"SESSHOUMARU TAKISHIMA, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! NOW!" She continued shouting, still receiving no response. Where could he be? No matter, he couldn't hide forever.

At the end of the hall a door was slightly ajar. There was a brass sign on the door that read private, but curiosity got the better of her, nearly overlapping her anger.

Kagome pushed the door and it swung open soundlessly. She honestly didn't understand what was so `private' about it. It wasn't anyone's bedroom or anything. In fact, it looked like an office.

`It must be Sesshoumaru's office' she surmised her eyes making a quick sweep of the room.

The floor was a rich highly polished cherry wood covered with a beautifully complex burgundy rug. Bookshelves lined the back wall filled from floor to ceiling with all sorts of leather bound lore and to her left a huge window took up the entire wall, heavy velour drapes were pulled back with elegant ties. A small leather couch sat in front of it

Kagome pushed the door the rest of the way open and gasped. A huge mahogany desk sat in front of a large stone fireplace across from the window, but that wasn't what had caught her attention.

There above the mantle was a huge painting…of her.

AN; (insert maniacal laugh) Not as long as my usual chapters, but I thought this was a great place to be evil and cut it off! He he he he! Stay tuned people, because Kagome wants some explanations and she wants them now! What will happen next? Keep reading and find out! Oh, and don't forget to review!

U.C.