Chapter 4- (Disclaimer- look to Chapter 1!)

Kagome sighed as she got off the phone.

Figures. Of all the luck out in the world, she had to get the shittiest. Especially today.

Miroku had told her that it would be a lot of hands on stuff, but today was the first dose of just what all that entailed. She had been up since before the sun to compromise with the costume designer.

Apparently, Inuyasha didn't like having his chest exposed during 60% of the movie. Not that she would either, but that's completely different.

Kagome persuaded Jakotsu, the clothing specialist, that his chest shouldn't be seen by everyone else, what fun would that leave for him? It was pretty evident the man had a bit of a crush on the star.

How, she couldn't possibly fathom.

And the fact that his chest had a gleam of its own, and rippled under any movement, was reason enough to cover it up. No one should have pecs like that. It was just…unfair.

After that fiasco, Miroku had called to discuss that while he was on scene with the writers while they shot the parts without his client, she was to practice the mushy romance parts with Inuyasha to keep him prepared.

Basically, keep him entertained and in practice so he wouldn't get bored and everything go out the window.

Typical.

She showed up at his apartment, a bag of potato chips in hand. While the man might adore ramen, his sincerest weak spot seemed to be Lays. She remembered the other night when him and her cousin were playing Modern Warfare 2 and she got up for just a second to get a drink after having a few chips, she came back and they were all gone.

Of course, as if the salt spread questioningly across his lips weren't giving it away enough, he got all defensive about their disappearance. She hadn't even said anything.

What a baby.

She rolled her eyes at the memory, already halfway dreading the day. Other half was restless, but she put that off as ready to go relax. Yeah. That was it.

She was so lost in thought that she barely recognized the broad chest that she was just complaining about a few hours ago was almost smacked against her cheek. She really needed to watch where she was walking sometimes…

"Oi, wench, watch where you're going. And what the fuck are you doing here anyway?" His hand scratching some unknown spot on his head, clearly just waking up.

"Inuyasha, it's past noon. How in the world can you sleep in so late?"

She made sure to keep her eyes anywhere but on his chest. His empty bowl, probably of what was once ramen, seemed to be the main subject of her attention right now.

He finally took notice and put on a shirt that was laying on the floor near his couch.

"I got better things to do than sleep all damn night, mother. Anything else you wanna bitch about?" He grabbed the bag from her hands which she didn't complain about while she sat on the couch.

"Miroku said that since Kikyo was filming for a few days that I get to fill in." Her tone clearly showed her excitement for the duty. Or more like her lack of.

Not that he noticed. "As if you could possibly come close."

The girl in question waited for her jerk of a partner to sit down next to her before her shoe swiftly met his bare foot.

"You don't think I haven't noticed? And I don't particularly want to be here either. I've done a shit ton more than you, so let's just get this over with already."

He looked at her like she had slowly grown a third head during her rant, and decided not to say anything about his foot. It didn't hurt anyway, and she was damn scary when she was angry. She didn't even yell, that was the worst part.

Inuyasha silently grabbed a script from the table and handed it to the still seething girl next to him.

"Uh. I'm sure you're adequate enough to read, I guess…" He mumbled, hoping she would hear so he wouldn't have to repeat that again. That was as close as he got to an apology. And he sure was handing those out to this girl like candy.

This shit needed to stop quick.

Kagome sighed. "Sorry for exploding, I shouldn't have yelled like that. Where do you wanna start?"

Inuyasha turned towards the middle of the huge book, directing her to the lines he hadn't quite got down yet. Not that she needed to know that. He was perfect. Always.

"You know, Miroku doesn't ever go to the set like this. He usually just has the writers call him when they make a change."

Kagome wore that all-knowing smile and Inuyasha just gave her a weird look again. "Would you not do that, it creeps me out."

The girl just smiled even further. "You aren't catching on to this? This is insane. My cousin Miroku has a crush. Yes, he chases girls, but not like this."

Inuyasha just scoffed at the girl. Figures she'd try to make it romantic. "Listen, just because he went there just this once, doesn't mean he's going after that Sango lady. He could actually be getting serious about my career."

They paused for a second.

"Yeah, okay, he likes her." Causing them both to laugh.

He glanced over at the girl, her cheeks rising from mirth, eyes twinkling from the moment. He made her laugh. Not that it was such a hard thing, it seemed she was laughing most of her waking hours, but the fact that the source was from him?

It was elation.

It was a sensation he wasn't used to.

It was against everything he was normally for.

He wondered how often her fiancée made her laugh. Oh, there he went making himself all grouchy again.

Back to what he was comfortable with. He could work with being an ass.

"Okay, let's get to work, wench. Don't wake me up for nothin'."

Of course nothing could go smooth…

OOOOO

They had to run the same scene for a good two hours before he finally got all of his cues down. She never realized how hard it was to get all of this down.

And who knew Inuyasha was such a sap. The scene in question was a heart-wrenching story of how he hadn't betrayed the girl he loved, the girl Kikyo played. Kagome remembered a few times how her eyes got lost in his.

Okay, so he was a good actor. So what? She sure as shit wasn't going to tell Yuka or Eri that, they'd have a field day. They pushed Hojo onto her for months before she caved in, and now that she was around a movie star for all hours of a day?

Holy crap, she wouldn't stand a chance. He was a jerk, he was a jerk…

"What did you say about jerks?"

Uh-oh.

"Inuyasha, are you hearing things? I didn't say anything. Maybe something about.. perks. Yeah, you must get perks."

Inuyasha raised a brow. This woman was nuts. "I'm going to get some more chips, we're taking a break." He stood up and grabbed the bowl off the table. Who needs to get a clean one when there's a perfectly capable one a hand reach away?

He was only gone a few seconds and when he returned, he found Kagome sprawled out on his couch, passed out.

It was almost darling.

Her blackberry was lighting up on the table, HOJO displayed across the screen. Inuyasha promptly picked it up and clicked the 'end' button.

Sucker.

He placed his chips next to the displaced phone and grabbed the girl under her knees with one arm and placed her head on his chest with the other. Might as well be a gentleman. He wasn't completely inhuman.

He walked the sleeping girl towards his bed, gently setting her down. It would be a shame to wake her up. He almost thought he had when she grasped for his shirt, oddly having a firm grip on it.

"Don't leave….Inuyasha…"

He blushed as she mumbled his name.

He went back and grabbed a copy of the script and sat next to the sleeping girl.

Inuyasha didn't even complain when her head made its way on his lap as she snuggled against his leg. It was so awkwardly cute, and she wasn't conscious to say anything…

The bitch had better wake up in a less awkward state though, or he'd severely regret letting this happen.

OOOOO

Miroku smiled a bit to himself. He had an imprint of a hand plastered to his face most of the day, but by damn, it was worth it.

The crew had been working in a cave today, and most of that time, Kikyo had been kneeling.

Which of course, meant lovely Sango would be on the same level as her. Leaving that beautiful butt of hers just begging to be touched.

It got touched.

Numerous, glorious times.

He even overheard her talking to one of the make-up girls about how her hand was starting to hurt from slapping him so frequently.

It wasn't his fault she was so wonderfully constructed.

His phone started to vibrate in his pocket while camera was rolling and Miroku briskly walked off set, waving at a few people among the way. Oh the woes of being handsome in Hollywood.

"Well if it isn't my favorite client!"

"Do you even have any other clients, Lech?"

"Inuyasha, why are you whispering? Are you getting arrested by the cops? I can fly there in a few hours! Am I your call? I feel so honored! But disturbed, I'm not exactly made of money—"

"Shut up already. No I'm not around cops, Kagome fell asleep. I have a question though, does my character really need to have to go all the way with the girl? It just seems so misplaced."

Miroku froze for a second. One, Inuyasha was caring enough to let Kagome sleep? And if he was whispering, she must be in close proximity. Curious. And second, he was actually reading his lines in advance? And asking questions!

"What the hell happened to my best friend, and where did he go?"

Miroku heard a faint sigh in the background. As if Inuyasha should be so surprised at his reaction. It really was a sight to behold.

Or hear. Whichever.

"Keh, get over it, Lech. Talk to the writers, it just feels like a way to sell the film. I want it done right, got it?"

"Yash, you know with the deal and everything, it'd make a lot more sense if the scene was there…"

All the agent was graced with though was a quick, "Just do it." And a dial tone.

Inuyasha really was so impatient sometimes.

OOOOO

AN: Hiiii:]

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