Hey every body its Lmgurl. I'm back with a new story.
Heres the summary:
When Inuyahsa's dead beat roomates (Miroku and Kouga) countinue to blow there cash on anything and everything besides the rent. Inuyasha takes an all or nothing deal with his producer father. Find his new 'It' girl or loose his apartment and his fast pace racey life. Inuyasha must get out and search for his fathers new super star. Someone who can act, sing, dance, and oozes with personality. The talent search is on, and maybe along the way he'll find more then just the new 'It' factor. ( Inuyasha x Kagome) romance/ Humor
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INU POV
Right when my dad left the room, she began strutting towards me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little shock, but a little shock was all I was. See this sort of thing happens to me a lot. I mean a lot a lot. You'd be surprise. Now I'm not saying I'm gorgeous or ridiculously attractive…Ok fine I am. Does that make me conceded? I hope not. I mean I'm not conceded if the girl thinks of me the same way? Right… If you happen to think you're attractive and everyone else thinks so too. Then how the hell are you conceded. I just didn't get it. This girl right here though. She had it, damn she had it all. She was ridiculously hot, Curves in all the right places. She wore mini shorts…. enough said. She was walking towards me, and all I could give her was a cocky grin. I've always appreciated a girl who knew what she wanted. I'd fuck her given the chance…I wasn't planning on anything serious… just fucking. I smiled at the thought of her lying on my bed breast hard pointing upwards screaming my name.
'INUYASHA…IM CUMING…INUYASHA' it was damn right orgasmic. She had on heels. Not the 'working middle age woman sort of heels,' but the 'sexy I'm going to work the pole tonight type of heels.' My favorite, she was defiantly my type of girl. She didn't spare any time making her way towards me. She did that 'Victoria Secret' fashion walk. I slowly opened my legs a bit wider so she'd know where I wanted her. She slowly began pulling her long wavy ebony hair to the side, before laying her petite hands on my shoulders.
"I saw you looking at me." She whispered. Making her plump red lips move slowly. I almost laughed at this. I hadn't spared this girl a glimpse. Seriously I just got down here from the store. I had literally about fifteen minutes ago while I was at the '7 Eleven' got a call from my dad asking me to all but run to the studio. I had to put down my bag of 'Doritos' and rush over here. I drove for about eleven minutes. It took me about two minutes to get into the Studio and find the room he was in. OK so do you see what I'm saying? I just got down here give or take two minutes ago. Now this slutty bitch was telling me in that two minutes I've been staring at her. Okay she was obviously delusional, but you didn't need much of a brain to fuck… well I did. She didn't.
She was giving me one of those 'know it all smiles.' She defiantly had confidence, another thing I liked in a woman. She sat on my right thigh gently laying her hand on my chin. I smiled I didn't know what to say. I didn't think she really wanted me to talk. I just sat there watching her. Her hand rubbed around my chin and cheeks. "I love your ruggedness." She said giving me what guys called 'the go signal.' I was supposed to at that point. Lift her up, and take her somewhere to fuck, but it didn't happen. I kinda just waited. I could tell she wasn't all that smart. I didn't have a beard, no mustache, no goatee's…. I literally shaved every day, so what ruggedness was she talking about.
When I made no move she decided to make hers. She eased her trim body down, so we were chest to chest .she lowered her face so it could touch mine, and then finally she made our lips softly touch. I let her kiss me a few times, before I kissed her back. I didn't know this girl. I mean seriously… I knew nothing of her, so I should have probably asked for her name, but I didn't. I just made out with her for awhile. I mean how far could it possibly go? My dad would come back in the room soon anyway.
….Speaking of the devil my dad was coming in right about now. I smelled him before actually seeing him. Her hands at some point made its way through my jeans and boxers. No doubt she was experienced. I slowly got up without warning her, and she fell to the ground with a 'thud.'
My dad opened the door fully looking around, and spotting me. He had a huge false grin on his broad face. "Inuyasha you're finally here." He said he looked below me watching the girl slowly dust herself off, and stand up. "And it looks like you've met Kikyo." He looked as if he was disoriented at the scene that he was watching. I could tell he didn't know what to make of it.
I smiled down at the petite girl in front of me. "Yeah Kikyo… we were talking" I lied I was in the middle of doing that lip licking thing. You know that licking motion people do when they've just did some heavy duty 'maken out', and they're afraid that some sort of 'make out' evidence is leaking out of the pores near their mouth. So they just start licking rapidly to remove it.
"Okay that's good." My dad chuckled "saves me an introduction." My dad's a music producer. One of the best of the best; he's trying to find a single female artist at the moment. A young woman give or take late teens early twenties who's got it all; someone who can become legendary like 'Britney Spears,' 'Beyonce Knowles, ' Celine Dion, Christina, Whitney, Pink… the only problem with my dad is he's obsessed with talent. He's looking for a girl who can sing, dance, and possibly act her ass off. Oh and let's not forget He's also looking for that 'it' factor too. You know gorgeous, tall, and charismatic. The problem is girls like that don't come around very often.
I'm always telling him to settle for a soft voice, and a good rack but he's very old school. He wants the whole entire impossible package. My dad is a certified asshole for more reasons than he's letting show at the moment. He knows how to hide his true personality very well. He started off as an actor then later on became a producer… don't ask how he made the transition. I don't even to this day know. He seemed to be getting over what might, and might not have happened while he stepped out a moment ago. "I'm trying to get her to sign on." He said fake smiling again "I want you to take a look at the demo I had her record."
I nodded at this. I'd listen to the sluts CD. She had me wondering if she could really sing. I could never understand why my dad always got me to sample his stars shit. I thought producing was cool, don't get me wrong. I just didn't really care all that much. My dad had a lot of famous stars sign to his label. He's trying to rename himself by picking up a gorgeous talented nobody from the streets, and turning her into an instant celebrity. I don't think it's going to happen, and something told me looking at Kikyo he still didn't reach his goal.
My dad is a very tall man, and I'm not gay, but he's actually reasonably attractive. I think it's because we look alike. He stands at least a foot taller than my already 6 foot something self. He actually knows nothing of music he just gets his staff of professionals and me to tell him what sounds good. I myself am not a genius of music, but I can play the guitar; electric and acoustic. I learned a long time ago when I was twelve, and I haven't played since. Me and my dad don't typically get along, see I'm really easy going, and he hates it. I have no idea why he just does.
I use to live at home, but not anymore. I moved a month ago when I graduated from high school. I was home schooled all my life, so I graduated a little earlier than my age group. It was no big deal because I started school uber late anyway. My dad began making his way to the other side of the large room. The studio near our house… well near his house I don't live there anymore. Is a lot bigger than this one, but it's under renovations. I don't currently have a job, but my dad pays me big money just to listen to his stars demo tapes. He says I'm good luck since last time I predicted a good album it went double platinum. I looked at my dad waiting for him to give me some instructions.
He didn't say much he only looked over at Kinks- yo- some things face. "Thank you so much Kikyo we will keep in touch if anything extraordinary happens." My dad said to her. This was code for. 'If you're good we will call.'
Kinky what's her face just nodded before fishing down her halter top for something. My dad seemed shocked at this. I on the other hand appreciated it. It's not often you see a hot girl fish through her cleavage for something. After what seemed two hours of entertaining bra fishing she came up with a small card. I thought this was information about her for my dad, but she surprised us both when she handed it to me. "If anything happens… or you just want to talk call me." She said, I think me and my dad read the double meaning in that. I gave her a smile she was easy, but I'd defiantly call when I'm bored. She gave me a porn smile and grabbed her purse.
We both waited till she left the door completely, before my dad's true colors showed. "What the fuck was that?" My dad asked. I could hear the hiss in his voice, and I rolled my eyes. I began to make my way past him. Pushing my shoes through the shagged carpet, "You better lose her number." He continued to scream from behind me. I just continued to the glass recording booth. My dad was always mad at something I did I had no idea why. He didn't see anything so why assume. I walked to the booth looking at my reflection on the glass walls that surrounded it.
I'm tall, like I stated before. I'm medium built naturally muscular. Don't get me wrong I work out, but I don't need to. I'm the only half demon in my entire family. My mom's human my older brother is full demon. I have a younger adopted demon brother. All of them are asses besides my mom on a good day, and she hasn't had one of those in awhile. I straightened my solid blue shirt. I dressed for luxury this morning. I only wore a t- shirt and jeans. My silver hair was a mess. I would cut it, but I didn't think it would look right. I only sighed I wasn't planning on leaving the apartment this morning. I was badgered by the lack of Doritos in my cabinet. You see I have what you call dick headed roommates. The one you see in TV shows. They eat the food marked with your initial in the fridge and sit on the couch naked playing Wii. They have sex in your bedroom while you're out, so when you sleep at night all you smell is fluids if you know what I mean. There always up for parties, but not the clean up. The rents never on time, but there fast on buying ridiculous stupid shit for the apartment. Yeah… that type of roommates. See Miroku and I have been best friends forever his dads a fellow ex actor. His dad and my dad are the equivalent of Owen Wilson and Ben Stiller. They played in movies together, have poker nights together, and all that jazz. Naturally I'd move into an apartment with Miroku right. The only problem is where I'm what you call irresponsible Miroku takes the cake. He uses his daddy's rent money on the stupidest shit. Like large cash investments on Alien condoms. I mean really what the fuck. Why the hell would aliens need condoms, and how do you know whether or not they have dicks. I would kick him out, but we're so fucking close.
Oh and Kouga, don't get me started on him. He has this awesome job at Victoria Secret the only hitch is he has to act like he's gay. It's the stupidest shit in the world, but I don't comment on it because all the money he brings in he blows it on liquor for the house. He's always bringing home girl underwear and shit, and he never pays the rent. Very rarely does he bring any sort of payment. It's left to me to pick up the slack, but I don't even work. I just get random splashes of money every few weeks when my dad needs my help. I mean it's enough to pay the utilities. My dad pays me a lot usually, but still I rarely have money left over.
What I'm about to do right now; sampling Kiki… something's demo tape. All that money will go to next month's rent. I was thinking I should probably sale my mom's apartment for a cheaper one. She bought me one of the most expensive apartments in New York. I love it don't get me wrong, but if I had a cheaper one I'd have enough money for rent, and more. "Inuyasha any day now" my dad howled behind me.
I pulled the glass door open looking at myself one last time before walking in. We were on the other side of the sound booth. You know the side with the buttons, and switches, and what have you. I sat down on my dad's huge comfy velvet chair. The air in the sound booth was always considerably calmer then outside it. Funniest thing I suppose. My dad ignored my sitting on his favorite chair. He took a seat at the less comfy gray one beside it.
"Okay she writes her own songs so that's a plus." My dad said I only nodded. It was only a plus if the song was good. He didn't say any more. He slowly pressed the needed buttons to get the demo playing. He then sat back waiting for it to start; prior to listening to something new my dad had a look I called 'the concentrate.' It's when he raises his hand in prayer mode and lowers his chin to his upright finger tips. His eyebrows come down in frustration, and he stares at an object on the floor. This was a ritual for him. He was doing it now, and the song hadn't even started.
I watched him for a split second before the base began. It was one of those artificial thumping you hear on the radio. Then chimes started, I could already tell I'd hate this. There were symbols playing in the background, and slowly they all stopped. A slow electric guitar ripped through the air, and then the drums followed. My dad glimpsed at me, but I was already out of it. I was in a musical stupor. It's when I hear something new, or concentrate on a piece of music. I was in it right now, and all I could analyze was the musical beats firing off. There was a soft thumping somewhere, and I was wondering when the girl would finally start singing. The chimes began again, and then all the music stopped, and out of the rear end of the harmony. The softest incoherent voice began.
"Sex, love, fire lust let it burn" Her voice schemed through the silent air. I looked over at my dad, but he still seemed perplexed with the song. I let the bass start up again, and let her sing one more verse before turning the demo off. My dad looked at me confused, but after awhile he understood why I did what I did. His face already started to look sullen and tired out; like it always did when he didn't find who he was looking for. I already started feeling bad.
"That bad, huh? My dad asked looking up at me. I didn't know exactly how to word it. I didn't want to say it was horrible, but I also didn't want to lie to him. I went through my mind going through words that would form sentences, so I could explain how I felt to him. I sucked in air then exhaled. I'd tell him exactly what I thought, word for word.
"The chimes, the bass, and the symbols; It was all just a little…." I couldn't find the word to describe it. I looked up at my father. He seemed as if he really was interested in what I had to say. It was very rare that he wanted anything to do with me. He wouldn't want me to sugar coat anything. I had to tell him straight forward what I thought. "It was all just a little… over whelming, much too much." I said I was trying to spare some of his feelings. "Oh and the meaning of the song… It meant almost nothing, but a musical orgie. And the voice…." I said looking at my dad in disgust. "I mean literally she has no voice, it's like talking with a rhythm. I mean she's just over killing it; she has a little squeaky mouse voice with all these huge thundering instruments. The only way she could register in comparison was by stopping the music all together, and that's not how it's supposed to be." I explained my dad's eyes stayed glued to my hands. He stared at the little images I made to show what I thought. "Oh and the whole song was artificial. No actual real instruments, just mechanical based drums and chimes, the nine yards. It was just all robotic and cold, and pop shit." I told him. He only nodded before looking at the wall in front of him.
"Should I sign her?" He asked "Does she have even one remote talent?" I didn't know how to answer that. I really didn't. I suppose he could sign her. There were plenty of stars out now who had no talent. "I don't know what to do at this point. I've been looking everywhere" He said, and I started to feel very bad for my dad. He had been searching for the 'it' girl for a while. "It's just I don't know where to start… I don't want another pop star I need someone with real talent." He got up from his seat, and I could already tell he was going on one of his heart to heart. "I think, Inuyasha it might be time." He said, and this surprised me. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Dad what are you talking about…time for what?" I asked. He seemed sad to admit it, and my stomach started to drop at the thought of what he might say. He shook his head, and his weary golden eyes met mine.
"Time for me to retire" I was too shocked for words. "When I went into the music industry I never meant to make money. I just wanted to make meaningful music. Like the music I used to love when I was younger, but I let fame and cash get the best of me." He said swinging his arm up trying to symbolize what the effect of money did to him. "Now I'm trying to make it right. Find someone who has true talent, but it seems it's not my destiny. I'm getting much too old for talent searches in Miami, Hollywood, and all over the world."
I watched my dad's tired expression. I knew I couldn't let him quiet; music, producing, managing the whole nine yards; that was his passion. "dad it's really not all that bad." I told him shrugging. "I mean all she needs is a softer bass, a slow acoustic guitar, and a song that means something, and she's your girl. Sex sells." I said getting up out of the chair to be eye to eye with him. "…and trust me she has sex written all over her. If you know what I mean." My dad looked at me as if I was a retard. He rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"No, I don't want to alter her. I want her to have 'it' at birth. I'm tired of searching. I'm just going to have to come to terms." I didn't know what to say. He couldn't just quiet. How would I afford my apartment? "Your moms been complaining about me flying all over the place, and she's right I should be at home with Shippo not trying to sell CDs…."
"Dad if you really try." I said interrupting his sentence. "If you really try you could find what you're looking for right here in New York. Seriously you've already found her. Kink ho will sell. Trust me she'll sell."
"Her names Kikyo, and the more I think about it…the more I dislike her… I need someone fresh. I'm tired of just selling." He said, and I watched him start gathering a few items from the sound board. He was really just giving up. I had to stop him he couldn't just throw it all away.
"Dad…dad don't just leave. I can help you. I can show you New York's filled with talented gorgeous girls just waiting to show case there talent." I said, and right when the words slipped out. I was already wishing I could take them back. My dad gave me 'the look;' the look the one you get when you've just come up with an idea; when you're on the verge of success. He was giving me that exact look, and I gulped down my own spit. "What you thinking about dad?" I asked backing away from him. He put his shit back on the sound bored, and quickly sat back down.
"I have an idea." He state; smiling from ear to ear now. 'No shit Sherlock.' I said to myself, as I took my seat as well. "I'll make a deal with you Inuyasha" He said, and I had the funniest feeling about this. As if I knew already that I wouldn't like this 'deal' he spoke of. "I believe you. I agree there are millions of talented girls in New York." I nodded ready to add something to the conversation. When he spoke over me, "I'll pay you to find them."
Okay I like to think of myself in some sort of virtual debt. Virtual debt is a special debt that is only in the debt owners mind. I can pay the bill almost every month, but if let's say one day or one month or two months or perhaps three month… my dad decides. 'Hey I'm not going to look for any new talent.' 'Or hey I don't need Inuyasha to sample this new album' then I will be in what's call real debt, or actual debt, because I will no longer have any money, and won't be able to pay my bills. Now virtual debt you can imagine I prefer a lot better than actual debt, so when my dad calls me to go to the studio I all but run.
To stop myself from achieving real debt whenever my dad says anything that involves money. I sit down, shut up, and listen. "Uh continue." I said to my dad. He smiled at me, and sat back on his seat.
"I will pay you triple the norm if you can find my 'it' girl right here in New York by two weeks." My dad said giving me a sly smile. 'Triple' I thought. 'Triple sounded very good right about now. I'd pay off all the bills for the next few years with triple. "But she has to have everything that I want. I mean everything, and I will pay you half the profit we make when her album sales." My dad said. "Does that sound good?"
"It sounds great." I said, but looking for a girl who had all of dads attributes was going to be hard. Seeing as no girl in the world fit his description. "Okay, but if we find this girl then I have to be her producer, and manager." I said my dad made a face he didn't seem to like this idea. "I'm not going to just hand her over to you. if I find this perfect girl you'll fuck it up, and her album won't sell."
"Okay… okay I agree, but how will I know that this girl will be the whole package. I need some type of proof that you'll be working to find her over the next two weeks." He said we both got quiet trying to think of a way we could fix this. "Your older brother will be my eyes and ears." He said, and I swore if I had some sort of liquid in my mouth it would have splashed all over him. He knew damn well me and Sessho- dick didn't get along. "I'll contact Sesshomaru, and tell him he's in on the deal. You have to work with him. You have to actually get out of your hore house you call an apartment and find her." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine…" I agreed slumping back in my chair. "Okay so I have to find a perfect attractive girl who can dance, sing, and act and have personality in only two week." I said repeating the deal. It all sounded very impossible to me. "…and if don't?" I asked looking up at him.
He looked down on and sighed. "If you don't I'll retire, move to the country, and you won't get any money, you won't be able to afford you mansion apartment, and you'll have to live on the streets." He said. I took it as a joke, but I knew he was serious about retirement though, and that wasn't cool. I needed his money. "So it's all or nothing do we have a deal?" He asked he pulled his hand out.
I guess he wanted me to shake his hand. "Can I have a little more time hen just two weeks?" I asked he smiled, and shook his head signaling 'no.' I gulped and held my breath in. I slowly brought my hand to meet his in a hand shake… "Fine…. Deal."
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HAHAHAH don't kill me… I have two other stories that aren't complete, and I update so slow. How dare I make another story? Sorry you all should just kill me. I was laying in my bed updating 'You Owe Me,' and something Kouga says in the next chapter got to me, so I had to write this one. Hope you like it. Oh and people who think Kagome's dead in You Owe Me don't worry the next chapter is in her POV. She's not dead, just Read and enjoy.
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