Head Over Feet

Chapter Nine

By Seabreeze

A/N: I like how I told y'all the rest of the story would come quickly, and then my inspiration died…. Well, here we go again. I apologize for the long wait, truly. This chapter is kind of a filler chapter, which I always hate.

Update! Chapter 10 is already done, and should be posted a week or so after this chapter (to encourage reviews ;) )

For the Soundtrack for this chapter, scroll to the bottom of the story.

Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

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Working as Kagome's personal assistant turned out to be more interesting than Sango had expected. Sure, she had to put up with Kagome's ridiculous behavior whenever anyone else was around, but it was fun to be in on the secret. Kagome was such a good actress that it wasn't hard to act offended – Sango almost believed Kagome was mad at her for grabbing the wrong clipboard after Kagome ripped it out of her hands and tossed it across the room, declaring Sango "an incompetent moron".

The stunt had certainly worked wonders on the people who had seen it – as Sango hurried, head down, through the throng of people to retrieve the clipboard, she saw enough looks of disgust and pity to validate Kagome's acting ability.

Sango had come on board at a convenient time for Kagome and all those working for her – her manager was negotiating a tour. Sango had, without question, agreed to accompany Kagome on tour – what better way to get away from life than to tour the world with a psychotic pop star? – and was quite looking forwards to it. The tour would most likely be international – you weren't a big star, Kagome told her, until you'd toured Europe a few times. Considering Kagome had only performed in the country, it was a big step, but one that was ripe for the taking.

When she was at home, Sango spent her time cleaning all the clothes she would want to bring on tour. She was excited – she'd never left the country before. The possibility that awaited in foreign venues fizzed in her veins – she just knew she'd come back an entirely new person. A brand, shining new Sango, ready to take on the world.

About three weeks into the job, Miss Fujiyama was closing in on a deal. Tour stops and an opening act were being discussed, and Sango and Kagome, who had become something like sisters, could hardly contain their excitement.

It was another perk of working for Kagome – she had not expected to get a friend out of the deal. Contrary to her public persona, Kagome was sweet and humble, always offering help or advice whenever possible. Though there wasn't much down time in the business, they had even hung out a few times outside of work. Kagome was an even bigger shopper than Sango was, and the way she did it – like money was hardly an object at all – made it all the more appealing to Sango.

Of course, with Kagome, that meant that a day of shopping was followed by a day of weeding out old outfits to donate to charity.

It was all honestly more than Sango could've dreamed of. She hadn't thought about anything unpleasant in almost a week. She was too busy – being busy, having stuff thrown at her, taking Kagome's ridiculous orders, being excited with Kagome about the tour, hanging out with Kagome, doing her actual work…

Because Miss Fujiyama was so busy negotiating Kagome's tour, Sango took on many of her responsibilities for the time being. She accompanied Kagome to a photo shoot and interview for a popular teen magazine, and they had fun picking out her wardrobe on set – fun for Sango, because she got to handle and put together such unusual and fashionable outfits, and fun for Kagome, because half the time she yelled at Sango for her "bad taste".

The photo shoot went without a hitch. Sango watched the images appear on the photographer's computer as he took them – Kagome was a natural. It wasn't fair, Sango reflected, that Kagome was already an established singer and dancer, when she was also obviously a phenomenal actress, and on top of that, she could model.

The interview, however, was the most fun for both of them. Kagome did such an amazing job of coming off as fakely sweet – the interviewer believed, Sango knew, every single awful rumor she'd heard about Kagome, as much as Kagome laughed and smiled.

"No, I'm not dating anyone," Kagome giggled, giving the tiniest roll of her eyes. "I don't have time for boys."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow and scribbled down Kagome's response. Later in the interview, totally unprompted, Kagome sprang into a long account of how charitable she was.

"I donate all my old clothes. It's nice to know that, because of my contributions, more people can learn about style," Kagome said with such earnesty that Sango had to suppress a giggle.

After the interview, Inuyasha, who trailed Kagome everywhere she went, seemed annoyed.

"What's bugging you today, Inuyasha?" Kagome asked from her seat across from him in the limo.

"Nothing," Inuyasha snapped.

"Oh, come on, Inuyasha, you've been scowling all afternoon," Sango said.

"Of course, he's always scowling," Kagome intoned, and Sango snorted. Inuyasha's sharp ears flicked towards them and away – he had heard, though Kagome had intended him to.

"Feh. Fine. I don't see why you have to play up the dumb bitch stereotype." He crossed his arms across his chest.

"Inuyasha," Kagome said, exasperated. "It's all for my image. If I'm a psycho diva, people want to know about me. If they want to know about me, they're more likely to buy my albums or tickets for my concerts."

"So you're pretending to be something you're not… for money." Inuyasha retorted.

"It's called acting," Kagome replied coolly.

"But you're not an actress!" Inuyasha exploded.

"That's debatable," Sango muttered.

"Look, Inuyasha, it's just a business tactic. Lots of singers do it."

"And what about the real musicians, who let their music sell itself?" he snarled.

"Are you saying I'm not a musician? Inuyasha, I'm hurt!" Kagome was teasing him, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Whatever," he sneered, turning his head to look out the window.

The girls exchanged a look, and promptly began discussing costume options for the tour.

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On one of Kagome's days off, Miss Fujiyama sent Sango to different designers in the area to check out their work (she had her digital camera in her bag) and report back. Sango, who was well-recognized as Kagome's assistant for those hoping to gain Kagome as a client, would mention a need for a costume designer for Kagome's tour, and the designers (so Miss Fujiyama explained to her) would fall all over themselves offering to do it. Sango would return with the work the designers showed to her documented on film, and Miss Fujiyama would make a decision from there as to which lucky designer would put together all the costumes for Kagome's entire tour.

The designers themselves were was different as their lines – the bubbly older woman who's shop was filled with bright pinks, blues, greens, and purples was an utter contrast to the dark, silent, and snotty 23 year old designer whose clothes were mostly grey and black. All, as Miss Fujiyama had assured her, went out of their way to explain why their particular line was perfect for Kagome's tour – "superior stitching!" "made right here in this shop, by me!".

Personally, Sango felt that a combination of designers would make for the best wardrobe, but that was not her job. She returned to the agency Miss Fujiyama worked from with a headache from spending all day in stores with blaring, fashionable punk-rock music and a digital camera with a memory card full of unique fashion.

Just as she was making her way into the building, her cell phone rang – it was Kagome.

"Hey, Kags," Sango said, cradling the phone between her shoulder and her head as she pulled the front doors open.

"Sango, thank goodness I caught you!"

"What, what's wrong? You're all out of breath." Sango frowned, making her way through the lobby.

"A deal was struck. For the tour." Kagome panted.

"A deal? Really?! What do you know, Kagome?" Sango demanded.

"Oh, Sango… I mean, strategically, it's a great tour – "

"Is it international? What are the major stops?" Sango cut in, unable to stop herself.

"Yes," Kagome said, sounding hesitant. "It will mainly be a European tour, with two stops in Australia, but Sango, what I need to tell you …"

At that moment, Sango turned a corner and, in her excitement and concentration on the phone conversation she was having, walked smack into someone else.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" she trailed off, blood draining from her face.

Miroku looked down at her, his own face oddly passive.

"Sango, are you listening?" Kagome demanded in her ear, as she continued to stare dumbly up at her former client. "The tour is a joint one with Miroku."

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A/N: Dun dun dun. Uh, sorta.

Yay, the last filler chapter is done! We're close to the finish line, now that our romantic leads are (unwillingly) back together.

Please review! I look forward to hearing your comments!

Soundtrack:

Kagome's music is (in my head) something like 2 parts the Veronicas, one part Katy Perry, and one part Britney Spears (whoop!). Sassy and bratty and sexy.

Popular – Veronicas

Everything – Veronicas

Please review! I look forward to hearing your comments!