June 1st, 2003 Quote of the Day: "Duct tape is like the force; it has a dark side and a light side; and it holds the universe together."

Scroll 2. Funky Monkey

            Kagome walked to the studio the next day. She had called Naraku's personal assistant Kagura last night and she gave her the address for an interview the next morning. Kagome wasn't expecting to have an interview so soon but Kagura said, "Yeah, well. He seems to wanna make room for you."

            So Kagome picked out the prettiest dress in her closet. One that was stylish, but not too whorish, it made her look smart and pretty, but at the same time businesslike. She went inside, and entered a room full of stylish clothes, where the products of "Misma Lil" were sold.

            "Excuse me, can I help you with something?" A tall woman with designer glasses, white business clothes and a feather in her hair walked up to Kagome.

            "I'm here to see Naraku." Kagome said.

            "Oh, you're Kagome then. I'm Kagura." Kagura said looking her over quickly. "Please follow me." She led Kagome through a door, down a long hall, and into the 'Green Room'.

            "This is one of our many rooms where pictures of models are taken with backgrounds." Kagura explained to Kagome as they walked past numerous sets. Male and female models struck poses in front of white backdrops while one to six cameramen took their pictures. No one seemed to notice Kagura and Kagome as they walked past.

            Kagome thought it was rude, but Kagura assured her, "They're just very busy."

            Then they saw Naraku discussing something with a short woman with long white hair. When the girl walked away, Naraku immediately noticed Kagome and Kagura and walked over to them. He was wearing black again, very sexy…….

            "Good, Kagome, you're here. Most of those bimbo models think they can walk in anytime they want." He stated. "It's good that you're different."

            Kagome just nodded. "Uh, thanks – your welcome."

            "Yes, now, do you have any modeling experience?" he put an arm around her shoulder and began pushing her across the room.

            "N-not really, sir." Kagome said.

            "Ah, we'll wing it. And you can call me Naraku by the way." He said. He sat her down in a chair and handed her a pencil with a stubby eraser, a couple of fill-out-forms stapled together, a pocket mirror, and a pearly pink brush with hard plastic tips. "Just go through these papers, I'll be right back."

            Kagome figured that the only thing she would be doing that day would be filling out forms and getting writers cramp. But that was okay, she still had to find a way to tell Inu Yasha that she was going to be a model. No, she still hadn't told him. She didn't feel like picking out funeral roses just yet.

            But if he didn't find out from her, he would find out from somewhere else, and that wouldn't be pretty for her and any innocent people around him at the time, no sir….

            Inu Yasha put his car into park in Kagome's driveway. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Buyo was sitting out on the porch catching some rays.

            "Sup, Buyo," Inu Yasha glanced down at the fat cat.

            Merow, Buyo said. His fur rolled like a wave and he purred contentedly.

            Inu Yasha rang the doorbell. He listened to it rang inside the house, and thought about his doorbell at home. He didn't like boring doorbells, but he didn't like stupid ones either. Since his parents were dead and he was living with his brother, his brother let him pick out a doorbell that wouldn't embarrass Sesshomaru in front of his college friends, but Inu Yasha could agree with it too. They had one that kind of sounded like Jazz on a xylophone. Sesshomaru didn't care about it and Inu Yasha thought it sounded cool.

            From the other side of the door, he heard a bunch of people come running to the door at once then fight over the doorknob. Inu Yasha sweatdropped. Unlike at most other houses, where no one got up to answer the door or phone, it was a race to see who would do it at Kagome's. That was one of the reasons he liked her family. They were just so interesting to him.

            After what seemed like only a couple of moments and WW3, the doorknob clicked and turned and Mrs. Higurushi stood at the door smiling at him with Souta and Grandpa walking back to whatever they were doing before.

            "Hello, Inu Yasha dear!" Mrs. Higurushi gave him a big welcoming, morning smile. "What brings you here?"

            He did a quick bow out of respect for Kagome's mom. "Good Morning, Mrs. Higurushi, is Kagome at home?"

            "Why no, she left this morning for the library." Mrs. Higurushi said. "That's what Kagome told me to tell you. She didn't say she was going anywhere else – just the library and only the library, she isn't going anywhere to apply for any job that you would not agree with. Only the library to do research. That's what she said." Mrs. Higurushi smiled and nodded. "Okay then! See you later, dear!" she closed the door leaving him standing there dumbfounded on the porch.

            Inu Yasha blinked at the door in confusion. 'What's up with that?' he thought. After a few minutes he shrugged and speed walked back to his car. He got in just as it was about to start raining. He put the top of his car up and backed out of Kagome's driveway. The rain got heavy, fast! Within seconds, potholes everywhere where overflowing with rainwater for him to drive through and splash unfortunate pedestrians with. *insert evil laugh*

            Then through the rain soaked windshield of his cool little car, he saw a red blur on the side of the road waving at him. He pulled over to the side and rolled down his window. A short girl in a red rain coat came running over. She stuck her head into the window and said in a high pitched girl's voice, "Let me in!"

            "Who the hell are you?" he asked her.

            Before he got an answer from her she opened the door to his car, and jumped in. She closed the door, rolled up the window and said. "Thanks, it's pretty wet out there."

            He could tell. She had gotten water all over the passenger side of his car.

            "Excuse me lady, but who in the seven hells are you??" he asked politely.

            "Huh?" she through back the hood of her little red raincoat. She had short straight orange hair, little red freckles, and large turquoise eyes. There were a couple of white barrettes in her hair holding it in place. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my name is Hotaru!"

            He gave her a funny look. "Who are you and why did you just climb into my car?"

            She gave him a funny look back like it was obvious, "TSK! Duuuhh! I just told you who I was! And I'm here because it's raining out there!"

            He narrowed his eyes at her as she propped her feet up on his dashboard and put her hands behind his head. "Just drive around till the rain stops. I don't have to go home yet."

            He sighed and started driving again. "Yeah, well listen, Hotaru, I'm going to the Funky Monkey and when I get there, you have to get out."

            She snapped her fingers as if remembering something. "OH! Right! I work there! Thanks for reminding me! I just broke up with my boyfriend and I was so mad at him I forgot I had work today!" she did a little wave with her hand. "Drive there then, k?"

            He growled under his breath and drove toward the main road. The Funky Monkey was a bar for teenagers, they served their famous Funky Monkey Banana split milkshake there. They also had a wide variety of caffeine flavored coffees and frosty frappuccinos with cream. He could see the neon sign of a monkey playing a banana guitar through his rain soaked window. He pulled into the parking lot and went around to open the door for Hotaru. She pushed past him and went directly inside. He slammed the cardoor shut and went inside himself.

            The café was dimly lit, and full of many people. There were some smokers but Inu Yasha preferred not to sit by them. To him, a smoking section in a restaurant was like a pissing section in a pool. One of the waitresses, Kyonne walked past carrying a tray of large funky monkey frosties. Inu Yasha immeadiately noticed the table that all of his friends were sitting at because they were waving to him, whistling, and calling, "Here, Inu Yasha! Here, boy!"

             He came over and sat down with them. At the table sat his best friend and preist in training and all around pervert, Miroku; hyperactive, narcoleptic short kid, Shippou; the evil fraternal twins one of ghetto and one of alternative/gothic darkness, Kiyoko (f) and Kiyoshi (m); and kick boxing chick with obsession for cats, Sango.

            "Sup, dogboi!" Kiyoshi asked.

            "Can Kagome come out and play?" Shippou asked in a sweet voice.

            "No, she went to the library." Inu Yasha sighed disappointedly.

            "Aw, don't worry Inu Yasha. Have a funky monkey drink and have sex with her later." Miroku smirked.

            WHACK!!

            Inu Yasha smacked Miroku so hard he almost knocked the Be-Jesus out of him.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

There is my second chapter. Thank you for reading my chapter, it would help if you could review.