­"Alright miss, we're here" the cab driver said to Kagome, he cautiously twisted around in his seat to face her. They had smoothly pulled up to the curb in front of the pulsating club, cheers and other indiscernible shouts could be heard from the side of the street.

Kagome before, was quite animated with exaggerated movements and her frantic actions, but now she sat quietly in the backseat looking small and timid.

"Miss?" the cab driver inquired.

Kagome looked up at the driver blankly, and heaved a sigh before fishing a few twenties out of her purse, handing it to the driver and exiting the cab.

"Keep the change" she mumbled. The driver nodded in acknowledgement and was about to take off again, but looked back at the despairing Kagome.

­Poor kid…

And for some reason, the cab driver just couldn't bring himself to drive off before knowing that the girl was safe inside. He watched as pedestrians—obviously other clubbers—bumped against her, as she just stood rooted to the same spot. The neon purple lights flashed against her face, making the girl look even more sullen.

The cab driver was starting to think that the girl was never going to move, until she finally began trudging footsteps towards the throbbing club. She walked ever so slowly, pausing every few steps or so, she walked through the thronging crowd and walked past the unnecessarily buff bouncers, blankly holding out a special privilege pass (I'm totally making that up XD) and smoothly walking by them.

She grabbed the brass handle of the clubs' fashionably tacky doors, the doors opened with a whoosh. The loudness of the music, the pounding of the bass, and the yells from the crowd were upon Kagome hitting her full in the face. There was little to no space on the floor, as gyrating dancers occupied almost every square inch.

Before stepping in, Kagome gave another glace behind her, hoping that InuYasha would magically appear. She held her breath, but to no avail. I could really use a fairy godmother now, Kagome said silently wishing to the heavens. The streets were still InuYasha-less, and with another sigh, Kagome stepped in the club.

Kagome walked in slowly. She stepped onto the (how ARE clubs' floors tiled?) floor and looked around, and wasn't exactly surprised at what she saw. A couple topless dancers over there…about five guys were drinking out of some girls belly button over there…Kagome rolled her eyes and continued on her way to the club's owner, (or at least night manager) until something caught her eye.

InuYasha?!?

A pair of white doggie ears bobbed up and down in the mass, Kagome peered on tip-toes trying to see if that was him.

"InuYasha?" she called in disbelief, "InuYasha???"

She walked into the dancing crowd, going further and further into the wriggling, dipping, and twirling mass until she finally found him.

"InuYasha?" Kagome placed a hand on his shoulders, wheeling around the dancing idiot to face her.

"What are you doing here?! You have a gig to do…" she trailed off when she noticed that the usual golden eyes were a regular brown, and the hair wasn't silver but a painfully bright platinum blond.

"Umm…sorry" Kagome said sheepishly retreating.

The guy with the ears turned back around to his friends, "What a weirdo…" he muttered to them. Kagome clenched her fists in embarrassment and anger. Embarrassment because she practically hassled the wrong guy mistaking him for InuYasha, and anger at InuYasha for causing her to be embarrassed—nevermind the fact that it wasn't his fault that he wasn't here.

Then she realized, lots of people had little ears atop their heads! A little club bopper trotted by with a pair of pink ears and a dainty bell on a choker around her neck. Looking towards the bar, she saw a gruff looking guy with a pair of muddy brown wolf ears slipped over his ears. Looking around her in confusion, Kagome noticed that almost everybody was dressed up in costumes! This had to be those new and upcoming cosplay clubs that were suddenly taking the partying nation by storm!

When Kagome finally emerged from crowd she was in a daze So…many…ears!, her eyes eventually slowed and landed on a dingy sign reading "STAFF".

She made her way through, avoiding the flying limbs and bodies as much as possible, and almost harmlessly reached the door. Inside were a couple people in uniforms lounging around, the room smelled of smoke and rancid beer.

"The owner?" she choked out, nearly coughing. One spiky haired kid, pointed towards the ceiling before resuming his cigarette.

Kagome spotted the stairs and took them two at a time, eager to get out of the foul smelling room.

When Kagome reached the second floor, she found it (thankfully) quiet. Surprisingly, there was a little hallway before her with a single door that stood plainly against the worn paint of the wall. Kagome shyly knocked on the door and announced herself.

"I'm Kagome Higurashi, on behalf of InuYasha" she said clearly. She stood there for a few moments, until the jingling of keys and the disengaging of locks could be heard. There was a slight sucking noise as the door pulled out of its frame.

"I'm so sorry—" Kagome stammered as the door began opening. "—so deeply sorry for the trouble. I don't know how to explain this but…" Kagome slowly trailed off when the door fully opened revealing the owner of the club.

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Meanwhile, the cab driver was still parked in front of the club. He couldn't help the maternal feeling of regard for the young woman. She reminded him of his youngest daughter, who had the same facial features and the same tendency to snap in hard times.

After Kagome had finally gone inside, the cab driver sighed and pulled out his wallet. There in the second slot of the clear covering, was a picture of a smiling young woman with a flower in her hair. He looked at the picture and stared at the doors Kagome had just gone through, she reminded him so much of the family he hadn't seen in years.

The cab driver leaned back on the worn plastic of the seat, reminiscing of family and the-good-ole days. The thumping bass caused the taxi to tremble in a soothing rhythmic fashion. And the hum of all the people on the streets was actually sort of calming. Despite his resistance, the cab drivers' eyelids lowered against his will, he folded his arms comfortably against his chest, and sunk deeper into the molds of the drivers seat.

The cab driver gave a wide and long yawn, and finally, was asleep.

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MAN I am evil. I haven't update in like what? Two months? And I end it there. Yeah, I take lessons. From Naraku, he's pretty cool actually—ANYway. I DO however want to apologize for this being so short, and for you having to wait so long. But no worries, I'm writing the next chapter as we speak. Oh, and I know that cab driver part is like WTF??? But there IS an actual purpose to that, so don't think I've gone insane(er) and started writing Laments of a Cab Driver or anything . Have a great summer ya'll! Toodles!