Chapter One: Nine O' Clock and What Happened Then
InuYasha scratched his head and sat up. 9:00, he thought, groaning. Time to meet the guys…
He got up and slipped his pants on, careful not to wake Maoko, one of the many girls that he had brought home in the past week…It was hard being hot…
He found his shoes and grabbed a shirt and slipped them both on. He then walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen of his penthouse apartment. 9:18. He was making good time today. He took a few pills and swallowed them, then he grabbed a bagel and was out the door, scavenging his ride to Minokai Studios.
"Kazemaru!" He yelled, flagging down his driver. His limo stopped.
"Good morning, Mr. Uzamaki. Here is your latte," the driver said, handing InuYasha a steaming cup. InuYasha opened his door and stepped inside the car, out of the bustling D.C. traffic.
"Minokai Studios, please," InuYasha told the driver, shutting the door.
Everyone knew InuYasha Uzamaki in D.C. Everyone. He was greeted by all as if he had been a life-long buddy of the family, or something. Come to think of it, he knew everyone there, too. Woman-wise, anyway. Since his beloved Kikyo died, he'd been trying so hard to find a bride. But everyone was just interested in his money and career…Being famous isn't all it's cut out to be.
"Here we are, Mr. Uzamaki. 9:30, on the dot. Shall I wait here until you finish your appointment with Mr. Rigbordy?" Kazemaru asked.
"No thank you, Kazemaru. Just have someone pick me up," InuYasha replied cheerfully, stepping out the door.
"Have a good day then, sir. Keiko will pick you up at 1:00," Kazemaru said, straightening his black suit and driving away.
InuYasha threw away his cup and looked up at the building that way Minokai Studios. To say the least, it was huge. The sliding glass doors had the names of everyone they recorded for embedded in them with black lettering. There I am, thought InuYasha, pointing to some words on the door.
Ok, no more goofing off, InuYasha. You're here for a reason.
He opened up the front door and walked inside. The noise inside was almost as bad as it was outside. No one bothered to listen to the lady holding her finger up in a motion that told them to be quiet. InuYasha guessed it was business of some sort or another. Then again, wasn't it all, now-a-days?
"Hi, Mr. Uzamaki! Here for your appointment with Mr. Rigbordy?" the young woman at the front desk asked, smiling brightly.
"Yes, Rumiiko. And please, call me InuYasha," InuYasha replied.