AN: Ok, so I'm not too sure where I got his from but I took the idea and made it my own. I have a lot of plans for this. This story is going to have an actual plot, as well as some high school drama thrown into the mix. I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha, or any other show/book/movie I decide to get inspiration from.

EDIT: This has been edited and revised as of 4/09/10

Chapter 1

Manami

The stadium was packed, full of screaming and cheering fans and lovers of music. 'Music lovers, ha, yeah right, they are all just crazed fans.' They were fans alright, her fans. Manami stood off stage staring at the sea of people, as managers, assistants, and backstage crew walked around her. She heard their cheers and screams, and she saw the posters they waved to and fro, hoping to grab the attention of the sweeping camera. They never ceased to amaze her. Heck, her life didn't truly seem real to her. It felt as if she were placed in a modern day adventure novel of epic proportions. Ok, so maybe that was a tad bit exaggerated, but that's what it felt like for her. A small young man with a clip board came over to her and cautiously called out her name.

"E-excuse me, Miss Manami?" Said person looked to the boy in acknowledgment and he continued. "They are ready for you in the dressing room ma'am."

Manami gave the boy a small smile and with a quiet thank you she turned away from the stage and went to her dressing room.

Once inside she was quickly rushed to sit in from a large mirror while two people practically attacked her with brushes and make-up applicators. The crowds and screaming fans were forgotten as she just sat there, watching herself change in the mirror. She had waist length brown hair, with slightly darker brown eyes to match. Blue eye shadow was applied around her eyes with a midnight colored eye-liner. Her mascara was thick, giving her extra long and noticeable lashes. Her eyes were beautiful. Her clear, pale skin was highlighted with blush along her cheeks, and her lips shimmered with pink shiny lipstick. She looked every bit the pop sensation that she was.

She stared in the mirror while the two specialists fought over what hair style she should have. 'Wow, it's really me, isn't it.' It was more of her convincing herself rather than asking. That simple little transformation never failed to baffle her, no matter how many concerts, appearances, meetings, recordings, and special events she has been a part of.

When the two people were done with her hair another person led her back to where she had been standing earlier. The smaller bands that came before her were now finished and stage crew was setting up for the next and last performance. Manami felt nervous, and her stomach was doing flip-flops while trying to contain her dinner at the same time. She closed her eyes and concentrated; with her hands holding a pendent around her neck she began softly whispering to herself. "Breathe in . . . breathe out . . ." Now she was ready. Her nerves were steady and she sported a huge grin on her face as she took her first steps onto the stage.

The crowd in the stadium was getting antsy. They were anxious to finally see the big star they really came for, and just after they started chanting a name, Manami walked out on stage. The crowd erupted in excitement.

Manami greeted the crowd and then she started her first song, Heart Beat.

They say the sky is dark
While there's light shining on
On in through my window
As night takes over dawn

Your smile is there
Just so plain on your face
Makes my heart skip a beat
Never felt so out of place

The skies open up
As the rain pours down
Cooling off the heat
Of a restless town

CHORUS:

Every beat of my heart
Raining down from the sky
It's the heat of the flame
As it burst into light

It's the love in your eyes
When they open to me
When you finally realize
Turn your head to skies

A first love last forever
Burning fire never dies

When you come back to town
And you see that I'm gone
Know that I'm here
You said to be strong

What you gave was enough
It was passion and true
Something like fire
A fire I never knew

CHORUS

Your love was my life
But now I start anew
I'll never forget
My love was true

CHORUS

Every beat of my heart
Pulls at the net
Tells me I love you
I'll never forget

Tells me I love you
I'll never forget. . .

As she sang the last line Manami smiled to herself, 'tonight is going to be great!' The night went on and the roar of the crowd gave her the adrenalin rush she needed to finish. They loved her. Each song she sang rang beautiful and true and held a passion from the depths of her heart. She spoke the language of the soul and that just happened to be in the form of her melodic voice. After all, Manami was one of the youngest and most popular artists in Japan.

Manami sighed once she made her way to her limo. It would have been impossible with all those crazed fans if not for the security guards. She smiled as she recalled the little girl who managed to barely slip by the guards. She had light turquoise hair with red eyes and she wasn't even tall enough for her head to touch the bottom of the rope. Her clawed hand reached out just as Manami was rushed by. She felt the pull on her pants and she abruptly stopped, causing a guard behind her to nearly run her over. She walked back and knelt down in front of her and she coaxed a few words out of her. She ended up giving her an autograph and a hug before she was pulled away toward the limo. 'She was soo cute!'

Manami leaned back into the black leather seats and looked to the other occupant in the limo with her. It was an older woman with shoulder length black hair held in clips and pale skin that was a stark contrast to her hair and magenta eyes. Turquoise earrings in pointed ears set off her light pink suit with a magenta shirt that matched her eyes.

"So, what is my schedule like this week Kagura?" Manami questioned, fiddling with the buttons on the panel beside her.

"Well, you have your next show in two weeks, before that you are going to a movie premier on Wednesday, a fitting on Friday, and for the rest of the weekend you are free." Kagura replied to the girl. Manami's face lit up at the last part but before she could say anything Kagura added, "You still have your rehearsals on Tuesday and Thursday this week, sorry"

Manami sat back into her seat again and sighed, yet again. Kagura's sorry was anything but heart-felt. "Can't I have this week off?" Manami ventured. She gave the older woman big brown puppy eyes.

"Funny, you know that's out of the question. As your manager I cannot allow that. You know that. Besides, there is something else you are going to be doing not this week, but next week, so you need the rehearsals. You know the socialite Kikyo, right?" Manami nodded as she started to glare at Kagura. She did not like where this was going. Kagura ignored her and continued on, "Well, you are going to be providing the entertainment for her 'coming of age' party."

Manami seethed for all of two minutes. Kikyo was not the nicest person in the world, well, that's what you said if you wanted to sugar coat it. Deciding it was better to not reply to that Manami held her eyes closed as she focused on controlling her breathing and her anger. She had to stay calm. Changing the subject she turned her attention to Kagura again.

"When will we reach the hotel?"

"We should arrive within 10 minutes." Kagura lazily replied. "Oh, and another thing, this week's and next week's rehearsal you will be joined by Ryu. Remember discussing this a few weeks ago?"

The younger girl gave her a weird look. "Yeah, it's for the duet, right? Why him though? He has an awful reputation!"

"I am well aware of his reputation, but the company believes this to be a good idea. They think it will be good for both of you. Well, more for his sake than yours, but you could also benefit from this. He is just as big as you are right now, it can be great publicity."

"If you say so."

Manami sighed and slouched into the leather and a comfortable silence followed as the limo made its way through the streets of Tokyo in the wee hours of the morning.

Several paparazzi sat and waited, cameras at the ready, for at any moment the limousine would be pulling into the hotel. One young man sat fumbling with his rather large camera. He was leaning against a large tree by the entrance to the lobby of the hotel when he dropped one of his lenses. Picking up the lens he swore as he dusted if off and examined it for scratches.

Anyone within a hundred feet of him could tell he was new to the job, for one his handling of his camera. A paparazzo knows that his camera is his best friend and always handles it with the utmost of care. His attire was another issue. He wore the rugged furs of his people. He practically screamed to the world that he was a demon. That however was not the issue as demons were very common in the world. That fact that furs did not match a city setting was his problem.

Indeed, Kouga was a new paparazzo. This was his second assignment, and thus far he had been unsuccessful. He totally blundered his first assignment when his target put a restraining order on him. Let's just say that stealth was not his style. Kouga looked to the street just as a long stretch limo pulled into the parking lot and went around to park in front of the entrance.

Greeters form the lobby came out and opened the door to the limo. A tall black haired woman stepped out wearing a pink suit. Kouga look at his assignment sheet. "Let's see here, black hair, black hair, black-nope, she has brown hair, that's not her."

The sound of someone hitting the floor brought his attention back to the limo. A girl, about his age was being helped off of the floor. To him she had the most beautiful brown eyes and the perfect body. He stood there staring at her like she was some sort of goddess. When she had gotten up and dusted herself off he started drooling on his camera, which sat forgotten in his hands. "Manami" he breathed.

Kagura's head snapped up at the sound of her client's name. Over to her left in the shadow of a tree a young man with a camera stood. Instantly other paparazzi realized someone had messed up and got in as many shots as they could. Immediately Kagura turned to usher Manami into the lobby of the hotel. The girl complied, for she was beyond use to this, the push and shove chaotic movements after concerts and events. There was really nothing she could do about it. It was life.

Once inside, away from the flash of cameras Manami was rushed from the lobby straight into her room by a fuming Kagura muttering curses and going on about damned paparazzi. Once in her room Manami made a bee-line for the mini fridge. She always had something waiting for her to eat on these late concert nights. She pulled out two frozen dinners and cans of juice.

"You can put mine back, it's alright, I have a few calls I need to make."

Nodding her head Manami took only one dinner. She proceeded to the microwave as Kagura made her way to an arm chair by the window where she pulled out her dark pink cell phone and started to make a few calls. After having eaten Manami made her way over to the bathroom without so much as a glance in Kagura's direction.

Kagura hung up her phone after two calls and went to the bathroom door. "The car will be waiting in the parking lot, so you have about 15 minutes to finish up in there so you can go home."

A simple, "Okay" was heard through the door. If not for her demonic hearing she would not have heard the girl.

Kagura turned away from the door and went back to making calls. As the door slowly opened, out stepped not the girl who went in, but instead a girl with wavy black hair to just below her shoulder with deep, piercing blue eyes. In her hands she held a bag that contained a wig, contacts, clothes, charms, and make-up remover. She was no longer Manami, the famous singer. No, now she was Kagome, plain old, nothing special, Kagome.

AN: Ok, so that is the first chapter. Please tell me what you think about it. Should I continue? If I don't get feed back then I probably won't continue, but I have plans and ideas for the whole story. Anyway, a review would be nice….

SR