A.N. Ok I did well with my sister today… there was no fighting or yelling or even a mean comment… (Maybe because she was gone most of the day?) Who knows! But I got computer time and I decided to write, while doing 5 other things. So hope you like!

Part 6: The World Goes Round

It had been a week since she forgave Miroku and now she was submerged in starting the contest for meeting… well, herself! The preparations for getting the contest underway was hectic and headache filled, what with having enough tickets printed off to reach 50 states and setting the time and place for the concert and the meeting of herself and the band. It was just too much.

Thankfully there was the short, chocolate eating, blond haired, loving (especially horses) chick named Christie. She oversaw all the tedious stuff that made Kagome's head spin.

Standing together against oppression, they had become good friends over the pass couple days, from looking over the ticket design, to finding out who was the better video game player; they were now two peas in a pod.

"Kagome, what do you want for a snack? We have a turkey sandwich, a ham sandwich, or a grapefruit." Christie said coming into a lounge room with a basket of goodies.

"Um… I'll have the ham please. Grapefruit, shudder… nasty crap." Kagome said, shaking when she said shudder.

"Hahaha! It's not that bad. Its like a sour orange."

"Shut up Christie! It's an evil, vile thing that should have been thrown into the ocean long ago!" Kagome shouted. Running to a couch in the corner of the room, she grabbed an overstuffed yellow pillow and threw it at Christie's head. "Take that you grapefruit lover you!"

"Nooooo! Not the pillow! Anything but the pillow!" Christie yelled in mock horror. Grabbing the pillow before it hit her she tossed it back to Kagome. "Have to do better then that!" She crowed.

"You brat! How dare you stop the ingenious plans of me!" Jumping onto the couch, Kagome decided that leverage was needed in this case. Aiming for Christie's head she threw the pillow hard, only for it to hit the person that walked into the room.

"Horrible aim."

"Shippo!" Jumping off the couch Kagome ran the 15 steps to the door and jumped into Shippo's arms. "How have you been? Did you bring me candy!"

"I'm fine and no I didn't bring you candy." Shippo said getting ready to run.

"What?" Kagome asked in a quiet voice. Dropping herself out of his hold she looked down to the ground, her hair covering her face. "Run Shippo."

"Yes ma'am!" Taking off as fast as he could, Shippo ran toward the male dressing rooms.

"I'll be back Christie. I just have to kill someone. It won't take long." Said Kagome, counting of to 30 in her head.

"Take all the time you need. I'll have the rest of the charts sorted by then."

"Thanks." Taking off with out another word, she ran in the direction Shippo had taken off in, people pointed in the direction he had gone already knowing what to expect from the two band members.

Finally being pointed to the male dressing room, she cursed Shippo out in as many languages she knew, which wasn't very impressive. She only knew one.

Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly then snapped them open and pulled open the door. Only to snap them shut the next second. There in front of her was the most perfect chest in the world.

"Why Kagome, if you wanted to see me with my clothes off all you had to do was ask. You need not go and jump into the male dressing rooms just to try and get a peek."

"I didn't 'jump' in here… I walked calmly. And I don't want to see you without your clothes on Miroku, I'm just looking for Shippo." Kagome said. Oh how she wanted to look through the cracks between her fingers, but she knew it would be crossing the line, and anyways she didn't like Miroku like that. His chest though… that was something to commit sin for. No! She would not look at him without a shirt on.

"He's in the locker, next to the waste paper basket." Miroku whispered into her ear so Shippo couldn't hear him rating him out.

"Uh… th… thanks." Kagome stuttered in whisper. Oh man, she was blushing like an idiot now. Stupid, stupid, don't give him any ideas that he affected you! You just got over the kiss incident you don't need another one.

"I would love to see Shippo tortured, but I have to go tune my guitar. I'll see you two later." Stepping around Kagome, Miroku left with the memory of Kagome's flushing face.

Getting her flushed cheeks in check, Kagome let an evil grin spread across her face. Her shoes, thankfully, were really slippers made to think they were shoes. The soles were a tough fabric that normally made quite a lot of noise when walking, but if you place your feet correctly you could walk up and down a creaky flight of steps without a squawk. Tip toeing over to the locker she snickered quietly, gripping her hand onto the latch, she swung the door open and put out her arm, catching Shippo as he tried to run by.

"Nu uh, uh Shippo dear. Miss Kagome wants to speak with you."

"Can't we just forget about everything and love each other like before?" Shippo chirped out, to scared to say anything loud.

"No. Now come along and be good, or I'll make it twice as bad." Kagome latched her hand onto his wrist dragging him out into the hall and into the girls dressing room, that was located two doors down. Slamming the door shut she started her revenge.

All was quiet in the building when a loud girly shriek pierced the halls. Looking around the employees tried to pin point the noise, only to shake their heads and go back to work when they saw a blue haired man in a dress run by. Kids these days.

A.N. There I updated… Yes I know short but oh well. Oh Christie is based off of horsie890. She is so cool!