AN: Yahoo! I'm back! I'm just having a bad break down, what with homework, fics to update, homework, posting new fics, homework…and did I say homework? Anyway, onto the fic! Finally…

Disclaimer: Yeesh, picky aren't you? It's not mine!...wait, what's not mine…?

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The Life of a Devil

Attention and Attraction

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Kagome could only lift her eyebrow.

White, white, white, and…white…

Kagome kept on staring at what the store owner was offering to sell. Every dress, every belt, every necklace she saw hanging in the store was white. When she came in from been forced to shop, she wasn't expecting the sign hanging outside to sound so…literal…

Everything must go, all items 50% off!

Get one dress, get any jewelry free!

Everything as white as the angels in the angle land!

Kagome was completely speechless at realizing what an idiot she was – is – …this was the land of the angels, so everything called 'angel' here was taking literally. What a fine start for a shopping trip, not that she ever liked shopping. You could say that she was a tomboy, so she wasn't even sure why she even bothered to walk two hours in the Las Angeles mall, bumping into more than one not-so-friendly customers. Of course, kneeing the man who tried to steal her purse did make her feel better considerably.

"Can I help you?" A friendly voice asked from behind her in such quietness and stealth ness, that Kagome almost jumped in surprise…almost

Kagome stopped and realized that she was just walking around in the store, not even looking at the clothes. No wonder the owner of the store had asked so slowly and suspiciously. Kagome was a bit acting weird, since she was still wearing her sunglasses, indoors, and she was also not from America, so she was not really a person to show your money to.

Kagome halted in mid step, and turned around ever so gracefully, looking at the girl interestedly, though her airplane sunglasses hid that.

The store owner had incredible wavy hair that reminded Kagome of her 'boss' a lot, and there was a snake like rope around her head to held up her bangs. The girl's skin was pale as white and her eyes were as sharp as a cat's. Maybe it was just her, but Kagome had a very weird déjà vu just looking at the girl, wearing only a snake insignia tube top and her prostitute like green super-short shorts. She looked more like a person fit to work for Naraku than Kagome did with her black tight pants and her black tank top.

"Actually", Kagome started, trying to erase her heavy accent, "yes, I would like to find something…less…white" She said, not trying offend the girl with her disapproval of white. The snake woman (Kagome already named her) looked offended anyway.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't have any other color, you see, it's our special if you have seen the board…" the woman slowed down as if finding the words became harder for her, until she twitched, as if she was remembering something.

"Yes?" Kagome tried to ask politely, though getting annoyed all the same.

"…well…there is this dress I have left…but no one seems to want it…" she said thoughtfully before finally deciding to her final conclusion as she looked back up at Kagome. Kagome realized how she had grown ever since her training as she looked down at the snake girl.

"…and…" Kagome asked, moving her hands in motion, getting irritated every second that passed.

"…maybe you would want to…see it…" she said, and walked off, not even bothering to check if Kagome was following. Neither less, Kagome followed, but still grudgingly at how rude the woman was at her.

Kagome followed the snake lady as they went through rows and rows of clothes – all white – until they finally reached a rather open area. Kagome looked around the dusty space and saw pedestals, holding much jewelry, obviously fake, and right in front of her was something that was actually not white.

It was a black Chinese style dress, with a long slit along both side of dress almost reaching to the waist line which was at the silver chain. Kagome had seen many styles of clothes in her lifetime working and doing her jobs, but this was something different she had never seen. The silver chain that wrapped loosely around the waist line went like an X shape at the back, which didn't have any materials to cover the skin if anyone was wearing the dress. If Kagome had a choice, she would never have picked the dress, but since everything else was white…well, she really didn't have any choice.

She stared back at the black dress, pretending to be interested in the silver linings of the beads on the side, but in reality, she was just trying to ignore the incredibly uncomfortable stare of the snake lady. She didn't know why, but the woman was watching her more interestedly and it was definitely one of those stares that reached the maximum of comfortable. Right than and there, Kagome was hoping that the woman wasn't a lesbian.

"I guess…I'll take it…" Kagome muttered, trying not to show that she wanted to get away from the stare as soon as possible, edging away inch by inch.

The snake lady didn't notice Kagome's hesitant tone…or so Kagome thought.

"Great!" Kagome couldn't help but get suspicious at the quick reply she got, "…I mean, this dress has been here for so long…and yeah…anyway," the woman said, trying to cover up her flustered tone, though failing  miserably, "Would you want that in a bag?" she asked politely as possible.

Kagome only shrugged as a response.

"…anyway, since today's our special, you'll get to take a free jewelry from one of the pedestals over there…go on! Choose which ever you want!" The snake lady said with an irritated tone, probably to Kagome's lack of response, and gave her a very fake and strained smile, than took the dress from the hanger and went back to the front desk to pack it up, neatly and quietly.

Kagome ignored the weird way the woman was acting and went back to stare at the jewel covered pedestals mindlessly. She wasn't what you call an accessory fanatic. The only thing she ever wore other than her clothes were…her sunglasses. She only thought of jewelry and other items as just an annoying material to show off your true, horrible fashion sense.

Than she eyed something different.

She didn't know why she was staring at it, it wasn't even gorgeous, and surely wouldn't have matched the dress she was going to have to wear, but it had somehow attracted her vision like a magnet. She was just purely drawn by the queer item in front of her. It was a round and clear crystal ball, absolutely nothing in the inside showing off light reflections of her own eyes, staring back at her. A small cap, that required it to spin to get it open, was made in at the top of the tiny ball showed that it could store items in there, though she had no idea what would actually fit in that small glass ball. Probably a wedding ring perhaps? She picked up the small jewelry anyway, and held it by the string that was holding the crystal ball by a small hole on the cap. The string held more crystal-like beads, as fake as the rest of the accessories in the store.

But while looking at the glass ball dangling in front of her face, the only thing she could think about was what a perfect place it could be to store her medication

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Sango chuckled as she looked at the sight in front of her. Okay, so maybe the boys were a master at toying with pretty little naïve girls and making them go crazy like having tattoos of there names shaved on their butt, but preparing for the occasion to actually meet them was a very different story for both of them.

She tried desperately not to brake out laughing when she saw the both of them fighting over which one was their tuxedo. They were able to act like James Bond in the movies when they were outside, killing off villains, but when they were at home…well, they were more like pair of dog and wolf fighting over a beauty lost in the forest. Of course, they weren't always like that when they had the angel around to take care of this matter.

Sango sighed again as she left the boys to fight over their own clothes and went to her room to change into her formal dress and put on her make up to get ready for the opening.

She opened the old wooden oak wood as she walked into the silent room. She sighed yet again.

It was so much different when she was here.

The whole place would have looked much cleaner if she was here for sure. The whole stomp-on-the-cockroach-until-their-dead-contest thing wouldn't have even started when she was still taking care of the boys. She looked walked silently to the huge closet as she remembered how it was like having to share this huge room with her. Now it was so silent you could have heard a pin drop and pinpoint where it was in a second, and all she would do was just keep on typing on her computer. Life sure has changed since she disappeared.

She flumped onto the huge mattress and wondered how it was like before she came along.

Just like now.

She stared back at the ceiling, too caught up in her flash back to look at the clock.

It was exactly like now when there had been a phone call made by the government of Los Angeles, saying that they were still a fledgling from just transferring from Japan and sent an professional help to assist them, namely, her. Of course, at first, no one had exactly accepted her quiet attitude, her ice cold expression, and her unemotional gaze…until she saved them from that bomb. Everything changed from than on. Five years passed by as she continued to assist with their language barrier and apparently, fell head over heals for Inuyasha. She swore he was going to ask her to marry him that night when they finished the killing spree of that Yura girl…if there hadn't been explosive dynamite hidden beneath the cliff.

It had been a trap.

And she knew who had set it.

Sango gripped hard on the cat-skin dress she was going to wear, unaware at the wrinkle she was making with her anger.

Somehow, she thought, somehow, I'm going to get back at the guy who killed her, and my brother…

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Kagome jiggled her wine glass in annoyance, not even caring or listening at the guy talking to her with a flash of interest in his eyes. She tried to wonder if she should have left the blue-like coloring jewel at home, since she had already taken the medication for the night, and wasn't necessarily for her to have it on her. But something in her gut feeling told her otherwise. She fingered it in instinct as she kept on listening to the boy drone on about herbs and other such invaluable information.

This was even worse than she had imagined. She wasn't exactly expecting to be at an 'opening' of a world class ceremony of the national museum of valuable paintings that was sure to make some fortunes, but the weird looks she was getting wasn't exactly a world class comfort. Maybe the revealing opening at the back, showing to the world her pale skin, was not a good choice for a quiet ceremony like this, but it was the choice of chains attached to a black leather dress, or white. She would pick something other than white any day, even if it meant to go in naked.

She nodded in politeness as the shy boy in front of her was finished chatting with her and was forced to go to another person to talk to her as more males came into talk to her, even though he had a very puppy like pout when he was pushed aside. She hated puppy dog pouts. She especially hated having weird looks thrown at you by perverted males…and she was going to get a lot of that this night.

She looked around anyway, trying desperately to find any sign of the male in silver hair she knew only by a mere photo and searched around the crowd ready to spring into action if he was alone, though she hardly doubted. She had gotten immediate, not to mention unwanted, attention when she walked into the museum, even though she had merely walked in trying to not trip over her long dress. The whole place had quieted down when she walked in, and as soon as she was stepping on the last step, a whole bunch of boys her age and older stormed around her, desperately trying to get her attention…or her attraction.

Than she spotted silver.

She was sure it was him, especially by all the girls that were around him, getting into conversation trying as hard as the boys around her. He, on the other hand, was actually laughing and even looked like he was enjoying the attention and the attraction he was getting. She narrowed her eyes to slits. She just knew that he was a playboy. But than immediately her disgusted look turned to that of a confused one when she realized the scene in front of her.

It wasn't the fact that there was a male and a female trying to stand beside him like a couple of body guards, but failing because of the girl, or the fact that he did not look like he weighed 120 pounds.

It was the fact that he was looking directly in her direction…almost staring at her with those intense amber eyes…

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He couldn't believer his own stinking eyes. It was her staring back at him and she wasn't even responding to his eye call. She must have hit her head hard when she fell of that cliff; but still, trying to look as if she had never seen him still did hurt…

"It's not her!" Sango whispered furiously, saying the same thing again as she nudged him hard in the stomach. Couple of the girls growled as he turned around to answer her call when they hadn't gotten any attention or reply like that.

"What makes you so sure!" he growled back at her, particularly annoyed by the way she denied of her existence right there in the museum…and to think they were friends!

"Just look at her!" Kouga whispered quickly, not bothering to reply the flirts he got from the girls and ignored the hoots he got, "that girl's wearing black, and especially in chains! C'mon, you know that she would never wear black…she was always wearing red and sorts…"

"You're wrong!" Inuyasha denied, "You know how she looked when she came in! She was always cool when she got annoying attentions from other boys!"

"But that doesn't prove anything…" Sango said, her hopes falling of seeing her only friend again, "…she wouldn't be wearing that blue jewel…she always wore pink…though I don't know why…"

Inuyasha growled. For god's sake, she was right there, and no one was going to admit that? What kind of sick joke were they playing?!

"Well, I'm going to prove you wrong," he announced in triumphant, "…and if she really doesn't respond…he must have brainwashed her…" he said, getting more quiet at the end and started to walk towards the girl in black, pushing past the pack of girls trying to reach for his unnatural colored hair. Yeesh, just one accident with the explosion in the chemical factory and there's girls all over you.

"…respond?…"  Sango and Kouga asked in unison, both confused as the other, but Inuyasha was already walking away to the girl that looked like her.

But than suddenly a huge shake under their feet caused everyone to stop in their tracks and the huge mahogany doors flung open in a light of red.

Black smokes escaped the huge hole in the wall where the door used to be and man in black began to jump out of the smoke, all wearing masks to cover their faces like soldiers.

"Don't move" The male voice said, coming from the man in the middle of the huge gang and stood proudly over the people beneath the stair case…he was probably the alpha male of this huge break in.

"If you do anything," He said, and pointed his machine gun that was over his shoulder at *drum roll* Kagome…

"…she dies…"

AN: Oh my god! I'm so sorry this was a bit shorter than I expected it to be…sorry there wasn't much action in here, but you just know there's going to be a kick-ass Kagome in the next chapter, not to mention a very wild Inuyasha! Bwahahahahaha!

Anyway, remember to review, and HELP!!! (I still can't decide if this should be R rated, and I'm still deciding if I should do a more…intense scene…^-^''')