I'm alive!!! Yes I know I left this site for about….. three months maybe but I have a good excuse. School, isn't it dreadful. The work is getting harder and harder each day. I'm on vacation. I did extremely well in my exams. I came first. I can't help but brag about it. So anyway down too the real business. My computer crashed during that period of time and I had to use my dad's laptop and he was really serious about it and said it was only for school work. It was by the technician and he deleted all the files even the first chapter of this story. So I have to read it on the website and get inspiration again. I think I wrote it in a book but I don't remember so bear with me if everything is ridiculously wrong. Again I am sorry and please forgive me. This is going to be a description on the ladies now. Hope you like!! Don't forget to review and favorite!!

Chapter 2:

Finally her shift was over. She folded her apron and stuffed it in her bag as quickly as possible. She couldn't stand it anymore. The new girls working at the café were killing her. Yeah sure they could bake and pour coffee but they could talk and talk and talk. It was killing her! Yet they spoke about the same thing repeatedly. Some celebrity who was supposedly the bassist and singer for some band. So this guy was in their café with some woman who was supposedly his mother unless he was dating an older woman (ridiculous). The woman ordered from Jen the cashier and she just stared at him making a fool out of herself. And that was all she could take. Then one of the new girls came too talk to her when she started packing about what he was wearing. Well she learnt a few things that day. She learnt that he was wearing a black Armani jacket, a white v-neck, black Levi jeans and a white and black Supra with silver and red rhinestones. She didn't know that wearing a black Armani jacket meant that you had class, black Levi's meant that your hip and a white and black Supra meant your totally rich and the newbie's overall impression on the guy was that he had "extraordinary swag!" whatever swag is. But one thing struck her when she was trying too tune out the rest of the kitchen. Everyone said he was an amazing guy. They didn't know him but if he wore a Supra's on his feet and had an Armani jacket on his back he was amazing which was total shit!!! For all they knew he could have been a serial killer before he got famous.

When she finished packed she walked out and said goodbye to the remaining staff. There she saw what everyone was talking about. He was standing there in front of the pastry bar. He stood next to a woman which obviously was his mother. You could see the striking resemblance. He was a wolf demon judging by his aura. She walked too a table at the front of the café were she sat with a group of old friends. Ayame Nakamura was a 22 year old wolf youkai who had the bubbliest personality. She had shoulder length red hair, piercing green eyes and was about 5ft 4inch. She was a fun intelligent girl and was the head cook at The 5th Element Café. She sat there talking to her friends when she smelt the best thing in her years of existence. No it wasn't bread; it was the celebrity in the café he walked past her with the woman. He smelt like fresh air. The kind of air you smell when you're on top a mountain, fresh, crisp, new. He turned and looked at her for a moment. He had blue eyes which were dull but intelligent, confident and cocky. She smiled when he quickly turned away. He really was something to talk about but not worth any of her time.

"5, 6, 7, 8! Hop bow turn kick!!! "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!!! Turn bow jump kick spin!!" the teacher ordered. "Nice work ladies. Take a ten minute break!" the girls breathed a sigh of relief. They huddled in their little groups snickering about the man in the audience. Sango leaned against the wall and exhaled hard. She had to get back in shape. After her injury she was depressed because she couldn't do the thing she loved most, dance. She consumed a lot of junk foods during that period of her life but she was slowly recovering. The concert was in three months and she just started training a week ago. To be honest she looked fat but not cow fat but fat where she had big strong, long legs and a firm behind. She was not what the teacher wanted her dancers to look like but Sango had a lot of experience in dance. Sango Taijiya was 23 years old. She was around 5ft 6inchs. She had flowing dark brown hair which stopped mid back, large brown eyes which were confident and her slender frame moved with grace when she walked. Sango was a dancer for fifteen years; she danced with the best in Japan and China. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart. When she finally got it to co-operate she opened her eyes to see a man sitting in the second row with a sickening smile on his face. He looked perverted. She rolled her eyes and walked over too a group of her colleagues. They were blushing madly. They turned their heads and giggled. They were smiling at they pervert freak sitting in the row.

They girls said that he was the drummer in the band K.I.M. He was a major pervert. He was supposedly dating a super model and cheating on her with a primetime actress, some kind of shit like that. She wasn't really listening because she was being watched. She turned around to see the pervert man staring at her. He smiled and she turned her head blushing. He was really cute she had to give him that one. He had black hair and had bluish purple eyes which were simply beautiful. The teacher came back on stage holding a box of props. Sango sighed and walked towards her. She was in for a lot. In more ways than one.

Late!! She was really late! She had to collect a box of materials for the fashion show from a dealer half way across town. The traffic was unbelievably slow but when she did make it on the street where the official Japanese headquarters were she was already fifteen minutes late. So she ran and ran and ran until she bumped into a guy on the sidewalk. The cardboard box in her hand fell allowing the bottle of beads, a pack of eyeliner and a bowl of shining dust to fall out. Lucky for Kagome that was all that fell out. She looked up at the man which by far was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life. He had long silver hair, golden eyes and the cutes pair of puppy ears on top of his head. She gave an apologetic smile. She straightened her back and looked at the beautiful man and nodded. She walked away briskly not wanting meeting the man break her focus. Kagome Higurashi was 22 years old. She was pale, around 5ft 5inchs. She had long midnight black hair with blue streaks, big expressive brown eyes and had a slim physique. She was currently the junior stylist for the Armani Exchange line in Japan.

She reached her destination. She practically ran into the elevator before the door closed. When she was in she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath because she knew she was in for the worst. The senior stylist Jakotsu Kagewaki was a fun man but when it came too his job he was very serious. He just recently broke up with his boyfriend and he was bitching at everyone. As soon as the elevator came to a stop she flew out head straight for Jakotsu's office. The depressed youkai sat behind his desk in his purple leather chair with a box of tissues in front of him. When the door opened he looked up to see a sweating kagome with a cardboard box in her hands. "Jakotsu I-" she was cut off by the sniffling demon. "Just *sniff* g-g-go *sniff sniff*. It's okay. I under *sniff* stand *sniff*". Kagome gave him an apologetic smile and hurried out the office before he could change his mind. She walked out the building and to the auditorium to meet her best friend Sango.

Done!! I'm not particularly happy with this chapter and how it turned out but I think you all might like it. After all it is an update. So al of you who are keeping track of this story expect another update tomorrow or day after. So hope you enjoyed and I still need a beta!! Anyone interested? If so plz tell me!!! Anyway bye bye for now! And review!