Inuyasha smiled and winked at the cameras that flashed in his face; he turned in the direction his name was called and stuck his tongue out, shaking his head. Amber eyes squinted against the lights as reporters shoved microphones in front of his face. He felt a shove from the police officer behind him and he chuckled looking over his shoulder. "Hey, watch the shirt will ya? It's expensive." He joked, and felt another shove on his shoulder. He pouted playfully at the police officer. "Oh, I see...not much of a jokester huh?"

"Sir, you are under arrest." The police officer reminded him sternly. Inuyasha sighed and lifted both of his hands, his wrists were squeezed into metal cuffs. "I suggest you remain silent."

"Yes, yes I'm well aware of that." Inuyasha huffed, and turned his attention back toward the flashing lights. He dug his heels into the pavement and looked around at all the microphones and cameras in his face. "I'll be back shortly, as always." He said arrogantly, flashing one of his famous smiles at the cameras, a fang poking out over is bottom lip. With that, the police officers in front of him pushed the crowd apart to make way for him and the two police officers behind him. Once reaching the police car, he feels his head get shoved down by a large, gruff hand, and into the car. Inuyasha winced as he felt the door slam closed on a tuft of his silver hair. Rolling his golden eyes, he adjusted his foot on the back of the passengers' side and tugged his head to one side gently, until he was able to get his hair completely in the car. "Hey! Next time make sure you get all of my hair into the car damn it!" He made eye contact with the police officer in the driver's seat, who grumbled at Inuyasha and started the car. "Damn hooligans." Inuyasha said under his breath, looking out his window as the flashing lights and reporters rushed past him.

You see, Inuyasha hadn't intended to be caught in this predicament. He went into the club simply looking to have some fun and party. It's not his fault that someone decided to get tough with him and challenge him to a fight. It's also not his fault that the fight resulted in the barback getting elbowed in the nose and several other people getting caught in the middle. For the first time, he was genuinely just trying to enjoy a night on the town. It was a shame that it had to end like this, but given his extensive juvenile criminal record and the record he had accumulated in his adulthood, it's no surprise he was the one who ended up in the back of a police car, cuffed and irritated. The alcohol in his system hadn't quite weaned off, and so he found the pretty lights of New York City amusing. The blur of white with blue and red and magenta made a smile tug at the corner of his lips, and he pressed his face against the cold window, his breath causing it to fog up. The police officer driving looked at Inuyasha through the rear-view mirror and rolled his eyes. "Mr. Takahashi please move away from the window." Inuyasha's ears flickered and drooped as he looked at the man. However, he complied and slumped in his seat as they drove to the jail.

Once arriving at the jail, Inuyasha's fingerprints were taken and he took a mugshot, in which he smiled of course. Before being locked into the jail cell, he turned toward one of the policemen that guided him toward the jail cell. "Hey," he said which caught the man's attention, "can I get my one phone call?" Inuyasha pleaded, putting his hands together in front of his face. "I do get a phone call, right?"

The police man nodded and grabbed Inuyasha by the arm, and pulled him in the direction of the payphones, shoving him in front of one. "Also," Inuyasha started holding up his forefinger. The man arched an eyebrow at him. "Can I know the time?"

The police officer halfheartedly looked down at their watch, "3:45 AM." They said, and folded their arms across their chest. "Let's go. You get five minutes." They uttered, glaring at Inuyasha.

Geez, Inuyasha wondered as he turned toward the phone and started dialing a number, what's that guys deal? He held the phone up to his ear and waited for the ringing to end. "C'mon...pick up you stupid monk." Inuyasha uttered under his breath, glancing at the police officer who kept watch over him. The ringing stopped abruptly, as a groggy voice answered from the other line. Inuyasha's body relaxed, as he let a sigh out in relief. "Miroku! Hey you fucking bastard!" He greeted, laughing nervously.

On the other end, Miroku rubbed his eyes and looked at the time on the alarm clock next to his bed. It was 3:45 in the morning. He groaned, and rolled his eyes, sitting up in his bed. "What's wrong Inuyasha? You better not be in jail again. You have a fight coming up next week." Miroku complained, his words laced with anger and hostility. Inuyasha sighed on the other end. "Are you serious? What the fuck Inuyasha? Where are you?" Miroku asked angrily, now fully awake. The monk sighed as he got out of bed, pulling on the jeans he found on the floor and pulling on a purple shirt that was thrown lazily onto his desk chair.

"I know, god damn it." Inuyasha groaned to his friend, rolling his eyes. He tapped his foot impatiently, glancing over at the police officer who was growing increasingly impatient with Inuyasha. He held up his hand to signal him to wait. "Look I didn't mean it this time! It ain't my fault, honest!" He whispered into the phone.

Miroku rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out of the door. Of course, it's not his fault, he thought as he left his apartment, it's never his fault! He sighed and turned his car keys over and over in his hand as he waited for the elevator to get to his floor. It was always slow. "Look, just tell me where the fuck you are. We can talk about it later." He said, irritated that he would once again have to put up bail for Inuyasha.

Inuyasha let a smile creep onto his face at Miroku's words. "Manhattan Detention Complex." He said, and hung up. He turned back toward the police officer, who took him by the arm and started guiding him back toward the jail cell. Inuyasha sighed internally. He was really in for it with Miroku this time. Inuyasha had always gotten himself into trouble in the weeks leading up to a fight, but he had never cut it this close before. He snapped out of his train of thought when heard a jail cell door slide open. Inuyasha shuffled inside and observed the men who were in the jail cell already. They stared at him intently, and Inuyasha looked around himself before realizing that they were staring at him. "What? You got a problem?" Inuyasha said defensively, growling at the inmates.

"You've got some nerve coming in here, pretty boy." One spoke up, and Inuyasha turned in his direction. He had tan skin, and his hair was held back in a long braid. He was short in stature, but stocky in build. Two stray hairs brushed against his forehead. Inuyasha stared down at his red eyes, growling at him.

"Look I'm not here willingly." Inuyasha spat at him, bumping him on the shoulder as he walked past him and sat down at a bench. Inuyasha sat in the jail cell for what seemed like hours. Some men in the cell had been switched out for others, some remained. Most of them minded their business. Every once in a while, one would come up to Inuyasha, their faces barely touching and attempt to start a fight with him. "I'm not interested." He would say simply, and go back to staring out of the tiny window at the very top of the cell.

"Inuyasha Takahashi." A gruff voice called, causing Inuyasha to lose his train of thought once more. He got up from his spot and walked over to the jail cell door, the police officer opened the door and grabbed Inuyasha by the arm and began to lead him toward the exit. Inuyasha looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with the red eyed demon and winked at him. As the exit drew nearer, Inuyasha could make out the form of Miroku, and gave his friend a sheepish grin as his hand cuffs were taken off and his phone was handed back to him, along with his wallet and keys. Inuyasha rubbed his wrists and approached his friend, draping an arm over his shoulders.

"I knew you would save me." Inuyasha said, rubbing his free hand into Miroku's hair. Miroku grumbled at Inuyasha as they walked toward his car.

"I contemplated leaving you here." Miroku said dryly, and Inuyasha slumped his shoulders as they entered Miroku's car. It was a nice car, Inuyasha had given it to him as a birthday gift last year.

"Not cool." Inuyasha responded, folding his arms over his chest. "Can we get something to eat? I'm starving here." He said, looking out the window. Morning was beginning to break over the city he now called home. His eyes squinted against the morning rays, and he turned his head to Miroku who still had not started the car. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" Inuyasha snapped at him, glaring at his friends. "I said I'm hungry!"

Miroku sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. "Inuyasha your image in the public eye goes down every single time you do something dumb. You can't keep doing this shit." Miroku grumbled at his friend, glancing at him. Inuyasha smoldered in his seat. "I'm serious." Miroku said in a song-song voice. "Pretty soon you're going to lose your popularity."

Inuyasha snorted in his seat, and looked back out the window. "Luckily for me, my career is built around fighting people that don't like me." Inuyasha uttered, rolling his eyes. "Is that all you wanted to say to me?" Inuyasha followed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Miroku looked at Inuyasha in disbelief. He could not possibly be this dense, could he? He shook his head at Inuyasha. Miroku had known Inuyasha since primary school back in Japan. Inuyasha was always rough around the edges, his homelife had practically forced him to raise and defend for himself. As a result, Inuyasha turned out to be a quite ignorant, defensive fellow. Miroku couldn't blame him however, he would have very well resulted the same way coming from a background like Inuyasha's. It was for this very reason that he became friends with him. He realized that Inuyasha needed someone that cared for him in his life, who would at the very least guide him in the right direction. Inuyasha's older brother wasn't exactly the 'nurturing' type.

"No," Miroku said matter-of-factly. Inuyasha blinked at him, arching a black eyebrow at him. "I'm staging an intervention." He said, looking at Inuyasha through narrowed eyes. Inuyasha's usually pale face turned red with anger. "Now before you go blowing your top-"

"Absolutely not." Inuyasha said dryly, shaking his head. He crossed his arms, and grumbled under his breath. "Absolutely fucking not. I don't need no damn help. I'm fine the way I fucking am. Thanks, but no thanks." He retorted, snorting at the suggestion.

"It's not that type of intervention Inuya-"

"I. Said. No." Inuyasha growled at Miroku. Miroku slumped his shoulders in defeat.

"Inuyasha as your publicist, I must do something to address your behavior." Miroku said sternly, Inuyasha remained silent, seemingly inattentive as he stared down at his phone, swiping through tinder. "I simply cannot allow you to be a loose cannon for your whole career." Inuyasha's ears flickered as a sign that he heard Miroku, but he didn't offer any other sign of attention. Miroku sighed, "let's go get you some breakfast then." he uttered, as he drove in the direction of upper east side. He drove a few blocks past Inuyasha's apartment building, and glanced over at him to see if he had noticed. The half-demon hadn't noticed a thing. He parked in front of a small café; the black awning read Cafeium in thin white letters. "Let's go." He said, hitting Inuyasha gently on the arm. Inuyasha looked up from his phone and breathed in deeply, looking around. His eyes landed on the little café that Miroku had chosen for their breakfast spot.

"This place?" Inuyasha asked, pointing a clawed finger in the direction of the café. Miroku sighed and placed a hand firmly on Inuyasha's shoulder.

"You didn't exactly offer any suggestions, did you huh?" Miroku said sinisterly. Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders. "That's what I thought."

The two friends opened the door to the café, which triggered a small bell chime to sound, that summoned two women from the back of the café. "Ah, good morning!" One said. Her hair was pin straight and brushed against her waist, it was a dark chocolate brown. She wore little make up, except for the clear gloss on her lips and the purple eyeshadow. She wore a black hat that had the café name embroidered in white cursive letters. Her tight, light pink shirt hugged her curves, and her name-tag read 'Sango'. Inuyasha glanced over to Miroku who instantly seemed enchanted by the young woman. He scoffed and pushed his friend toward the cash register. Sango blinked as Miroku stumbled toward the cash register. "Are you okay?" She asked, innocently. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"He's fine, "he said walking toward a table with two chairs, "just being a fuckin' pervert as always. Isn't that right, Miroku?" He sat down, and crossed his arms, glaring into his best friend's back. He glanced over to another figure that moved behind Sango, and he strained his neck to look over her as Miroku struggled to order for them. Damn leacher, Inuyasha thought as he tried to catch a glimpse of the figure, can't even get his mind out of the gutter enough to order something to drink and eat. Sango moved out of the way slightly, which allowed Inuyasha to see the other woman. This woman was dressed identically to Sango, but she was smaller, not as tall as Sango. Her hair was black and wavy, brushing against her waist as well. It was held back in a sleek pony-tail. "Well. She's got a nice ass." Inuyasha muttered to himself, as he looked at her up and down. The woman turned around when Sango tapped her on the shoulder, telling her their order. Her eyes were big and brown, that sparkled with laughter as she conversed with Sango while making their coffee order. Her nose was small, and button shaped. Her lips were full bow shaped, his golden eyes trailed down to her chest and he looked at the nametag 'Kagome', it read. Inuyasha was only made aware he was staring at the woman when Miroku waved his hand in front of Inuyasha, and pointed at the breakfast sandwich that sat in front of him. "Thanks." He uttered, clearing his throat before he took a bite out of the sandwich, savoring its flavor.

"You good there, man?" Miroku asked, chuckling as he took a bite out of his matcha muffin. "You like her or something?" Miroku asked, discreetly pointing his head in the direction of Kagome. Inuyasha made a disgusted look and shook his head, causing Miroku to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Nah." Inuyasha said coolly, going back to taking a bite out of his breakfast sandwich. His ears twitched at the sound of a musical voice.

"Two matcha lattes with cinnamon." Kagome called out, placing the lattes on the counter. Kagome looked over at Miroku and Inuyasha, and smiled kindly at them. Miroku got up from the table and walked over, picking up the lattes.

"We'll talk later." Miroku said through gritted teeth. Kagome smiled brightly at him, although her eyes had a murderous look in them. Miroku gulped.

"No, we fucking won't." Kagome said quickly, and turned back to her job, making the next coffee order. Miroku walked back toward Inuyasha and set down his matcha latte in front him before sitting down himself.

Inuyasha gave him a nod in acknowledgement and reached for his latte taking a sip of it. He glanced back in the direction of Kagome, and quickly averted his gaze back down to his phone. After finishing their breakfast, the two men left albeit not without Miroku hitting on Sango; that subsequently earned him a hard slap on the cheek. Defeated he turned back toward Inuyasha who waited impatiently by the door. Kagome waved at them as they left.

He was kind of cute, Kagome thought as she watched them leave from the window. She stared at Inuyasha's ears as they flickered and her eyes trailed down to his arms, that were strong and bulky with muscle. Sango tapped Kagome on the shoulder, which caused her to lose her train of thought. She turned toward her friend, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah?"

"So, are you gonna do it?" Sango asked. The café was quiet at the moment, seeing as morning rush hour didn't generally start until 9. Kagome rolled her eyes at the woman. "Look, I can get someone else to cover your shifts Kagome. That's not a problem."

"For you!" Kagome retorted, slumping her shoulders. "I can't just leave this place! This was our dream Sango; I'm not leaving you alone." Kagome said, determined. She started frantically cleaning the coffee machine, even though it was already clean. "Besides...he seems like a jerk." Kagome added, offhandedly. Sango threw her hands up, and then placed them on her wide hips. "Don't give me that stance." Kagome said to her friend, who arched an eyebrow at her.

"Kagome..." Sango started, raising her forefinger and wagging it at Kagome. She sighed. "Kagome it's good money."

"No! I'm not getting into a relationship that will only benefit one person, no matter how much money that pervert offers me." Kagome declared, her eyes burning with annoyance. Sango sighed, and started cleaning the countertop.

Morning rush hour had begun, and Kagome felt as though she could not make the drinks fast enough. The café was crowded with people on their morning runs, businessmen, and teenagers stopping by before school. "Kagome." A voice called to her from across the counter. Kagome ignored it. "Kagome." The voice called again. Kagome held up a hand to let them know to wait.

"I'll be with you in a second, please be patient." Kagome said quickly, turning back to the machine to steam milk for a chai latte.

"Kagome please do this for me." Kagome looked up from the machine, exasperated, her hair now in a messy ponytail with small strands falling on either side of her face. Her eyes flashed with anger and she huffed, going back to doing her job. "I'll pay you more!" Miroku said, leaning against the glass container that displayed the many food items the café offered. Kagome glanced at him.

"Please don't lean on the glass, Miroku." She uttered.

"Kagome! Please." Miroku pleaded, moving a business man out of the way. Sango looked over from her spot at the cash register and raised an eyebrow, then returned to her job, although she kept her ear open to listen to the conversation as she worked. Kagome huffed again and glared at Miroku, wishing that he would burst to flames in front of her.

"I'll pay your rent for the year." Miroku said, causing Kagome to scoff. She smiled at a customer while she handed their drink to them. Someone behind Miroku asked him if he was waiting for a drink. "One sec, please." He said to them. He looked back toward Kagome with pleading eyes.

Finally fed up, Kagome looked up from the drink she was making, the stainless-steel pot holding the hot steamed milk in hand. "One million dollar." Miroku gasped at the amount that she asked. That'll get Miroku to stop bugging me! Kagome thought smirking.

Miroku bit his bottom lip and stared at Kagome. One million dollars? Seriously? That was what his apartment costed! Kagome looked at him, one eyebrow arched, a devilish look in her eyes. He sighed. "Okay fine! One million." Kagome smiled and put down the pot, extending her hand over the coffee maker. Miroku got on his tippy toes and reached over the glass encasement, shaking her hand. He told Kagome an address and a time, and turned away, pushing his way out of the door of the packed café. Sango bit her lip next to Kagome, her eyes wide with surprise.

The fool really agreed to one million dollars? She thought. Her mind couldn't even comprehend that amount of money. She realized that to most of their clientele at the café, one million dollars wasn't much. Many of them probably had that in at least one bank account. However, she and Kagome barely had one thousand dollars in their accounts at a single time, much less one million. "What was it that you said earlier?" Sango asked her friend in a teasing manner as she wrote a customer name on a cup, and slid it in Kagome's direction. "No matter how much money?"

Kagome glared at her friend as she began to prepare the order. "Shut it." She snapped, causing Sango to yelp and go back to taking orders. For the rest of the day, Kagome's mind wandered. What had she done?! Was it the right decision? How will her life change- besides the fact that she just made herself one million dollars richer? Kagome shook her head. No, she would use that money to open up another Cafeium in the city. She quietly and diligently worked on the drinks, alongside Sango. She was still in a state of shock. At the end of the day, Kagome locked the door to the café, watching as the sunset was caught in the reflection of the windows of the building in front of the café. She cleaned up her area, and balanced the till. She reached into the tip jar and split the tip between herself and Sango. Twenty-seven for herself, and twenty-seven for Sango. It wasn't much, but she supposed her distraction throughout the day contributed to the lack of tips. She stared down at the piece of paper on which she had written Inuyasha's address, where she would meet Miroku.

"So..." Sango said, as the women pulled the metal gate down on the café. "One million dollars, huh?" She said, giggling. Kagome rolled her eyes at Sango. "You're acting like you aren't excited! Do you know what you could do with one million dollars, Kags?" Sango exclaimed, shaking her friend by the shoulders. Kagome laughed.

"Yeah it's a lot of money," Kagome said, shrugging her shoulders, "just wish I was getting it another way is all." She said, adjusting her crossbody on her. The gentle spring breeze rustling her ponytail. Sango smiled at Kagome.

"Kagome, who cares!" She turned Kagome around on heels and started pushing her in the direction of the address, "you're gonna go live the rich and famous life for a year! Isn't that exciting!"

"I'm not exactly excited about who I'm going to be living that life with." Kagome said dryly as Sango pushed her. Sango grumbled and rolled her eyes at her friend. Must she always find the fault in everything?

"Kagome. Give him a chance!" Sango said to her friend through gritted teeth. She gave Kagome one final push in the direction. "Go! I'll wait for you at our apartment! You can tell me how everything goes then, okay?" Before Kagome could turn around and yell at her friend in protest, Sango was already sprinting down the block. Sighing in defeat, Kagome started dragging her feet in the direction. From what she had observed today, Inuyasha seemed to be someone who was immensely guarded, selfish and arrogant. Her eyes glazed over in thought. Oh, but he was so cute! Those ears! Kagome tried to contain a squeal. If there was one thing to look forward to in this mess, it was the fact that she might be able to touch his ears. They just looked so soft! She smiled to herself, "I hope he ends up being nicer than he looks." Kagome said to herself, recalling the hard expression in his golden eyes, even as he looked at his phone. He seemed to be constantly on edge, it puzzled her, but she figured that eventually she would figure out the puzzle that was Inuyasha Takahashi. She stopped in front of his apartment building and looked up at it, it was a towering building, with ivy running up the side of it, showing that the building that housed his apartment was old, although renewed to appeal to a new generation of wealth. Sighing, she walked toward the door, and reached for it. Before she could touch it, the doorman opened it, giving her a smile. She laughed nervously. Fool! She thought, as she walked toward the receptionist, you've already made it known you're poor! Of course, they have a doorman. She rested her hands on the granite counter, and looked over at the purple orchid that was placed to one side of the counter.

"Why does every fancy apartment building have an orchid in the lobby?" Kagome whispered to herself, before turning to the receptionist with a smile. "Hello! I'm here to see Miroku and Inu-" her speech was cut short as she recognized a familiar voice that called out her name from the elevators. Miroku came speeding toward her, and Kagome stiffened in her spot.

"Kagome! You're here, I'm so glad!" Miroku said, laughing nervously as he grabbed onto her arm. She furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion. Miroku turned toward the receptionist and waved. "I'll take her, thanks Kanna!" With that, he pulled Kagome with him toward the elevators.

"Hey!" Kagome exclaimed, trying to tug her arm out of Miroku's grasp. "Let go of me!" She shouted, hitting him over the head with her fist. Wincing in pain, Miroku let go of Kagome as they walked into the elevator. Huffing, Kagome positioned herself in the farthest corner of the elevator from Miroku. Miroku followed in quickly, still rubbing his injured head. He pressed on the button that said 'penthouse'. Kagome's eyes widened momentarily, before returning to normal. "Maybe I should've charged more." She uttered to herself, as they started the awkward ascend the penthouse apartment. Once they reached the floor, Miroku quickly placed his finger on the 'close door' button. "Hey!" Kagome said, trying to get his finger off of it.

"One small thing." Miroku said meekly, lowering his head as he lifted a single finger. Kagome crossed her arms and looked at him. "Inuyasha doesn't know I'm doing this." He said quickly, and quietly; he prepared himself for another blow to the head. Instead Kagome pursed her lips, and raised a fist, fuming with anger. "Sorry?" Miroku offered, with a shrugged shoulder.

"Miroku! I don't agree to this!" Kagome whisper yelled. Miroku made a face along the lines of 'I know I'm sorry!' however that wasn't enough for the tired and angry woman. "Miroku, I'm tired, and I'm angry now. So, can we just get this over with?" Kagome asked, exasperated. Miroku nodded and lifted his finger from the button. The doors opened to reveal an extremely spacious, and sleek apartment, with an amazing bird's eye view of the Big Apple. Kagome found herself awestruck as she stepped out of the elevator. It was certainly a step up from the old run-down Bronx apartment she shared with Sango. Miroku trailed behind Kagome as she walked around the open concept living room and kitchen area. The wall where the TV hung had large built in bookcases on either side of it. To one side, a large portrait of a sports magazine cover rested, displaying Inuyasha with a championship belt slung over his shoulder, his strong arms crossed as he looked into the camera with a smug smirk. His silver hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, only two tufts of hair hung loosely out of the ponytail. Kagome smiled; it was a good picture of him. Her eyes trailed down the rest of the bookcase, where random coffee table books and awards were placed. She heard a voice from one area of the apartment, although she didn't know where. Panic entered her body as she turned toward Miroku. "Where is he?" She mouthed and Miroku's eyes darted all around him.

"Miroku! Are you back?" A gruff, deep voice called. Kagome mentally cursed as she shifted in her spot. She could hear Inuyasha getting closer, and the closer he got to them the more she was filled with dread. Finally, his footsteps stopped, and Kagome found herself face to face with Inuyasha. His hair was in a half up half down style, he was wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. Kagome's eyes trailed down his torso, and she felt a rush of blood come to her cheeks. She looked up into Inuyasha's eyes, and noticed the confused look that was on his face. He waved a finger quickly between Miroku and Kagome, laughing a little. "Uh, what's um- what's all this Miroku? Why is this girl in my apartment?" He asked, pursing his lips together. His eyes widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. Kagome felt her stomach do a little flip. Miroku cleared his throat, and pulled his arms behind his back.

"Well.." He started, bringing his hands forward and pushing his two index fingers together. Inuyasha put his hands in his pockets, waiting his friend's response. "This is Kagome Higurashi. Your intervention." He said meekly, smiling awkwardly at Inuyasha.

Inuyasha's face flashed with realization and he threw his head back in laughter, turning on his heel. "Oh, ho ho, no way." He shook his head in disbelief and then turned back around, his lips pursed together. He pointed at Kagome. "No. Fucking. Way." He said calmly, and then looked toward Miroku. He walked forward, and grabbed Miroku by the shirt, pulling him up in the air. Kagome gulped. "Absolutely fucking not!" He screamed, pulling Miroku into his chest. Kagome took a step back, and bumped into the couch, gripping the edge of it with her hands. "No! I don't give a shit what plan you have! I don't need a fucking intervention!" Inuyasha screamed at his friend. Miroku winced at the volume of his voice.

"Inuyasha give it a try!" He pleaded, looking away from Inuyasha. "Please!" Miroku pleaded again, this time facing Inuyasha. "Your career depends on it!" Miroku said. Kagome raised an eyebrow at the two. Career? Inuyasha raised Miroku higher in the air, causing Kagome to yelp in her spot. He looked over at her, growling.

"Um, should I go?" Kagome asked awkwardly, shrinking in her spot.