Contestant Two
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Kikyou stood on the last step, and gave the camera her best. An empty glance of malice only a mother could love (not really, but it's so rude to think otherwise, really.)
- Survived the fiery pits of hell
- Dabbles in necrophilia
- Voted the Most Likely to burn in Kiln during high school
She glided with an empty grace towards Sesshoumaru, taking in his tall frame and hair. He resembled Inuyasha, especially the eyes, but the two had completely different auras. And, of course, Sesshoumaru probably bathed more often.
When she reached the youkai, he handed her an outfit. "Change," he commanded lightly, and she quietly obeyed.
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On the bus, Kagome finished comforting the half-demon and pulled her hands into her lap. She smiled. "So, why did you decide to try out for the show, Kagura?"
The woman stared down at the fan she held, opening it to run an idle finger over the design. "I think Taishou Sesshoumaru may have the means to free me from my debt to Naraku. I merely seduce him, marry him, acquire joint account and…" she slammed the fan shut, "Bam! I'm a free woman." She pulled her red lips into a small smirk.
"Um… all right," Kagome laughed nervously. She turned her attention to the shorter woman who'd tucked herself away in the corner. "You, Rin?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess," she pursed her lips a moment, "Yea… sounds about right." The ponytail on the side of her head bounced once, as if to agree.
"And why the hell are you here?" Inuyasha cut in, looking sideways at Kagome.
She shot him a withered glare. "I was trying to make you jealous in return for that stunt you pulled with Miroku."
"What stunt?" He wrinkled his nose.
"You remember, that one with the hose?"
"Huh?"
"And you sprayed Sango and I, we were in those little white shirts?"
"Oh yea," he grinned thoughtfully.
"Anyway, I was trying to make you jealous. But I didn't know you'd end up one of the contestants."
Behind the camera, Hakudoushi face palmed.
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Kikyou stood at the edge of the pool. The outfit he'd given her was downright sexist. A skimpy little black bikini that covered not even half the skin her underwear did. From the water, her pained expression glinted back. With a sigh, she lifted her head to Sesshoumaru - who was lounging comfortably on a layback chair - still in his suit.
"What is it you want me to do now?" Kikyou asked blandly.
He raised a brow at her. "Get in the water," he answered after a moment, and then offhandedly added, "Splash around or something."
"No."
Sesshoumaru's gaze smoldered. "Excuse me?"
"I'm clay," she said slowly, "Water wears me down." And I really don't need my breasts any smaller.
"I thought you smelled like dirt…" he mused aloud. She furrowed her brow, and he waved a hand in the air. "Next."
She glared ice. "I guessed, perhaps, you'd be more polite than your brother."
"Guess again."