I don't own Inuyasha or any companies, songs, or labels used. I only own "Akiya", "Chi-Chi", "Inari", etc.

Variations of text:

'thoughts'

'inner youkai'

"youkai language neko, inu, etc."

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"So little sister, how was your date?" said the woman, eagerly waiting for her sister's answer. She looked much like her sister, only her face was rounder, she was slightly pear-shaped, and she was thirty pounds heavier. She had eyes that faded from brown to green. They both had the same elf ears and dark brown hair, only her's stopped just above her breast, parted to the left side.

"You should've picked me up, but you would never believe me." setting her big black purse down on the salon chair. She wore a black off-the-shoulder shirt, with her hair brushed to the left in a low ponytail.

"Try me, sister." taking a seat under the hair dryer, smoothing out her plain white shirt and jeans.

"You know Inuyasha, right? Well, he set me up with his older brother."

"Don't shit me, Ki." watching her sister intently, as she sat down in the booth across from her.

"Yeah, we went to Silvia's. It was quite nice."

"If I weren't married I'd be jealous, along with most of the women of Japan." getting up to pre-heat her tools for her 9:00 appointment.

"Jealous of what?"A female demon walked in, dressed in a black t-shirt and red pants, matching her headband, which held up her shoulder length black hair.

"Yura, you're early. I thought you were coming at ten?" Akiya asked her employee and friend.

"Why can't I come early?" her voice uneasy.

"Little sister, did you know Hiten was my 9:00?" making a devilish grin because she knew that Yura had a major crush on her client.

"That's not why I came, Inari!" puffing up her face like a child.

"I never said it was. I was only telling Ki who my 9:00 was." trying to play innocent.

"You're so impossible, Inari!" with a beet red face, marching to her booth, next to Akiya's. The two sisters giggled, knowing they pushed Yura's buttons.

"So Ki, who do the women in Japan have to be jealous of?" the hair demon asked the while setting up her supplies, hoping to get the attention taken off of her.

"Our Little Ki went on a date with Sesshomaru Taishou!" squealing like a school girl.

"Whoa, you're right, except I don't like him like that." fixing her face in the mirror for you know who.

'We know.' the sisters thought at the same time. They're telepathic, but oddly enough do not pry into others' minds. There are some things you just don't want to know about people.

"Well, since we're talking about the Thunder Brothers, Manten is planning to pop the question to Akira." the hanyou stated to her girlfriends.

"No way!" Yura squealed, jumping out of her chair with excitement.

"Yes way, Yura! He called me last night and told me!"

"Oh my God! They're sooo perfect for each other!" finally going back to her chair.

"I know! Who would've thought Shiro's tattoo artist would be marrying our little cousin?" smiling from ear to ear.

"Say, how is your brother doing?" changing the subject. A few years ago she was in love with their brother, until she saw Hiten. (Yura has a thing for men with long hair.)

"Fine. He said he met a girl in Kyoto and it's gettin' serious."

"That's good to hear."

After the conversation, it was already nine o' clock and Hiten walked inside, wearing a jean jacket with matching pants, and a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest. He was always a playboy, but now his eyes were on Yura and only Yura.

"Hey girls." waving to them, checking out Yura from the corner of his eye.

"You caught that?" Inari meowed in nekoyoukai to her baby sister.

"Yep, he was checking her out."

"If I weren't married I'd try to get at him, but he's too shy for my taste."

"I don't get it. They're both very good looking... but so shy."

Before the sisters could realize it, the other two youkai were looking at them, confused by their meowing.

"Sorry guys. Hiten, go sit by the sink." the older sister pointed to the row of sinks against the wall. Wrapping her a smock around her client's neck she began to wash his long black hair, causing him to nod off.

Riiiiiing! Riiiiiing!

Yura rushed to pick up the phone. "Moushi moushi? Top Choice Hair Salon."

"Yes, this is Taishou Sesshomaru, and I would like to make an appointment at 3:00 for myself and my daughter."

"Alright sir, any stylist in particular?"

"Yes, Akiya for myself. Any other stylist would do for my child as long as they can do the job right." in his usual cold, stoic voice.

"I assure you sir, the Nakamura sisters hire only the best hair stylists." offended that he would think one of the stylists of Top Choice didn't know how to do hair. She was Yura of the Hair, three year Weave Mistress of Japan and Weave Princess of the World. (The queen was from Atlanta, Georgia.)

"I'll take your word for it."

"I promise, you will not be disappointed. Have a good day, sir."

"You as well." quickly hanging up the phone. 'Well, that was refreshing, a woman not screaming in my ear when she hears my name.' thinking to himself.

"Who was that?" the hanyou curiously asked. She sat at her booth, peeling gum off her black stiletto knee hi's, with her tight blue jeans tucked under.

"They're our three o'clock appointments."

"Our?"

"Yeah, you'll have one and I'll have one." as if talking to a small child.

"Anyway, when is Jakotsu coming in?"

"Let me see..." grabbing the schedule book. "12:00, with an appointment fifteen minutes later."

"Ok, so who are the clients?"

"It's a surprise!" walking away to put a CD in the stereo. She played the song "So Contagious" by Truth Hurts.

"Heyyy! This is my song! Ki, bust it out!" Inari yelled, now conditioning Hiten's hair.

"Alright Yura, dance with me." pulling her to the middle of the shop, belly dancing together.

"Hey Hiten, put your head back!" the nekoyoukai yelled, hearing that Yura was going to dance. He couldn't help but watch. Red eyes fixed on her hips, swinging back and forth before being pulled back down. "Dammit, one more time and I'll claw your eyes out!"

"Sorry, Ari!" making her smirk, knowing who he was watching. 'They'll make the cutest couple!' happily thinking to herself. About ten songs later, Hiten was already walking out the door, with his long black hair reaching down his back. It bounced with every step, falling right back into place.

This chap introduces a few of the many characters in this story, so that's why nothing special happens. Now drop a line! Tell me what you think! Later!