They were taking a new direction apparently. The label thought they needed some actual management and rebranding if they were ever going to be considered real musicians. So that obviously meant taking orders. Inuyasha sort of shrugged it off when he got his final paycheck as the bands unofficial manager. He was still part of the crew; he just wasn't getting paid to show up to rehearsals or gigs anymore. "The tour is gonna be sick. We're doing South by South West dude. I can't fucking believe this shit." Koga mused as the usual group of trouble makers sat around a booth in their favorite dive bar. They were celebrating the big news. "That's fucking sweet. You guys are like legit musicians then." Miroku cheered putting his arm around Sango and jostling her playfully in all the excitement. "Hell yeah, and we got passes for you guys too. They're like all access and shit." Ginta chimed in before guzzling down another beer. "Fuck what Tempura Records thinks. You will always be our manager Inuyasha." The guys all said in unison to reassure their good friend of his status as a member of the band. He smiled, feigning bashfulness. "Oh, you guys." He gushed jokingly. It was nice to know that they cared though. But he was actually relived to be completely relinquished of formal responsibility for Corporal Punishment. Now he had nothing but free time and opportunity to do his own thing. Whatever that was. "Austin Texas isn't ready for all this." Koga joked arrogantly as he finished off the last of their celebratory round of beers. "I'll go get us some more beer." Inuyasha offered gallantly, eliciting rousing cheers from his friends. It wasn't usually this impossible to get service in this place, but it was sort of crowded tonight. Maybe it was because people realized how cheap drinks were here. "Can I get another round please?" Inuyasha sort of groaned as he held out his money to the evasive bartender. No such luck. This new guy was sort of an asshole. "I've been trying that for the past 15 minutes." This voice sort of laughed at him. He turned around to be met with a sweet smirk. He smiled back at the pretty stranger, sort of at a loss for words. "It's usually not this busy. This is sort of insane." He mumbled stupidly scratching the back of his head. She nodded acceptingly. "I know. It's ridiculous, there's this stupid blog that's been promoting the shit out of this place. I kind of wanted to keep it under wraps. "She joked, tucking her silky brown hair behind her ears. He smiled. "That explains it. Blogs ruin everything." He rolled his eyes satirically. They stood there, taking in one another for a moment. Him with his grungy punk look that never really became affected by any L.A. trend bullshit. Her with her earthy ethereal natural glow that seemed to radiate from her very being. "I'm Rin." She piped up after it had been quiet for too long. She put out her hand for him to shake. He took it happily "Inuyasha." He replied serenely. She gave off this aura that just seemed so refreshing. "Can I buy you a drink, or something?" he asked timidly, not wanting to come off as to aggressive. She was clearly too sweet for that sort of approach. She beamed. "Only if you let me buy you one." She countered humorously. And thus beginning one of the best nights of his life in while. "I can't believe you lived in India. That is cool as hell." He lauded as they sat together at the bar just talking and drinking beers. She nodded. "It was awesome. I learned how to play the sitar, and met a lot of really cool inspirational people." She reminisced fondly in her own mind. "What are you doing in L.A. it's like the total opposite. People here are so artificial here." He sort of spat it out. She shrugged. "I grew up here, and I sort of just missed my friends and family. But I'm actually thinking about setting off on another adventure pretty soon. I'm just not sure where." She sighed exasperatedly. "What about you?" she challenged playfully. "I don't really know what I'm doing right now." He admitted honestly.
She was doing a nice thing for Sesshomaru, it being his birthday and everything. It didn't take away from the fact that they still weren't on such great terms at the moment. They'd been fighting a lot lately for the smallest of things. It could've been the fact that she forgot to kiss him goodnight, or he kept blowing money on his stupid schemes. They fought over everything, and Sesshomaru only made it worse by trying to quell her with his loving pleads. But she figured she'd cook him dinner or something, because she felt guilty. "You're a really sexy chef." She was greeted with a loving embrace as she attempted to make pasta. She never really cooked a day in her life. "Stop it Tyler. What if he comes home and sees us." She protested weakly, giggling as he kissed her neck. Tyler shrugged. "Let him see us." He whispered, not taking no for an answer. And she allowed herself to become distracted by him once again. She didn't really know how she let this happen. How she let herself get wrapped up in yet another personal attachment to someone. It was like she sought these destructive unions out. That was probably true though. "When are you gonna dump him? I'm sick of sharing you." Tyler grumbled playfully as they lay in bed, just enjoying each other's warmth. Kagome was quiet, she was slightly apprehensive about ending things simply because she knew how Sesshomaru was. She knew he wouldn't just accept her decision to leave him, and for his roommate no less. "Seriously Kagome. I want to be able to fall asleep with you in my arms and not having to worry about your fucking boyfriend walking in on us." He sounded slightly more concerned. "Can we talk about this later? Please." She silenced him sort of irritably. But she couldn't blame him for being so upset. It wasn't really fair to him. "We will talk. I promise." She assured him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. He smirked. "Okay, but I think you're burning dinner." He sort of chuckled, reminding her of the pasta she left on the stove. "Fuck." She groaned before jumping up to recover what she could of the ruined meal. But to no avail. "Shit." Was all she could think to say in the wake of her neglect. And there was nothing she could do to remedy it because none other than Sesshomaru himself walked in before she even got the chance to clean up the mess. "Happy birthday babe." She tried to sound upbeat as she approached him. He just stood there, dejectedly. "What happened to you?" she asked gravely, finally noticing his black eye and stitched up brow. "I owed my dealer some money that I don't have. And his goons fucking jumped me outside of the fucking bar." He grumbled as he walked back towards their bedroom. "I called you from the hospital like a billion times. What the fuck were you doing?" he asked harshly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took of his shoes. He threw one of them against the wall and cursed in anger. "I'm sorry, I was making you dinner. But I kind of fucked that up." She sincerely apologized, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. He stared up at her, for a long while. It was a scrutinizing look, and she just stood there awkwardly not really sure how to carry on. "Your hair is sticking up in the back." He sort of speculated. Kagome smoothed down her hair self-consciously. "Come here." He commanded her, and she complied coming close to him until his face was pressed into her stomach. He lifted her shirt up and ran his fingers across her bare stomach. "You think you can handle getting railed, back to back like this?" he questioned coldly as his piercing eyes stared up at her. She resisted his prodding slightly. "What are you talking about?" she spoke softly trying to avoid his eyes. "You must think I'm a fucking idiot Kagome. I know you've been fucking Tyler. And you've been fucking him on this bed! Our fucking bed!" he shouted in her face, making her tear up. "How could you do that to me? How could you fuck with me like that?" he continued to scream as he grabbed onto her arms and shook her violently. "You're hurting me." She whined defenselessly as his grip around her upper arms tightened. She's never seen him look so furious. It sort of scared her. "Chill the fuck out man." Tyler stepped in hearing the commotion from the other room. Sesshomaru chuckled darkly, releasing the hold he had on Kagome. She was visibly shaken. "You have a lot of fucking nerve. You fucking prick." He accused sharply, sauntering towards him. Kagome stepped in between them. "Stop it!" she shouted as the two of them continued to curse and lunge at each other. Sesshomaru took a swing and decked Tyler in the face. He staggered backwards into the hallway, cursing as he cupped his bloody nose. "I will fuck your shit up." Sesshomaru continued to holler; Kagome just shoved him further into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. "What the fuck did you expect? You caused this shit Kagome." He hollered as she remained pressed against the door, with Tyler pounding on the other side of it. She knew very well what she had done. She made a conscious decision to fuck up the living arrangement she had been given. "How could you do it? Why did you do it?" he was pretty much in hysterics pacing back and forth. "I'm sorry." She whispered hoarsely as she watched him punch a hole in the wall. She just cried because that was all she could think to do. "Fuck you, and your pathetic apologies. I'm fucking hurt Kagome." His voice broke with every syllable, as he fought back near tears. He sobbed, holding onto her tightly. He buried his face in her hair and cried. It was heartbreaking for her to see him like this. All broken and sad. She held on to him too, and let him kiss her full on the lips. "We can fix this okay. Please don't leave me." He begged, holding onto either side of her face. "We can get past this." He tried to convince her of this as well as himself. Kagome shook her head sadly as tears streamed down her face. "I'll find someplace else to live. I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely as she pulled away from him and left him alone in the shabby bedroom. Somehow he knew this whole scenario was bound to happen. But he was foolish enough to think that he could change her. That he could make her settle down with him. She never told him she loved him back. Not even once since they'd become so involved with one another. Some fucking birthday this turned out to be.