Chapter two

"All right, its time Inuyasha!" Kagome declared as she stood up and looked happily at the newspaper.

Inuyasha, not quite sharing the enthusiasm as his girlfriend, grumbled about not having his coffee yet that morning. Kagome glared at him and walked briskly over to him and whapped his head with the newspaper.

"We need no negative attitude this morning!" Kagome said cheerfully as she continued walking towards the wall.

Inuyasha snorted and stood up, pushing away from the kitchen table and successfully knocked over the small little piece of plywood.

Kagome turned just in time to see Inuyasha knock the trusty kitchen table down. She gave a yelp and Inuyasha smiled sheepishly. "Oops?"

He turned with a guilty look on his face and was smiling innocently. When he focused on Kagome, however, he paled and ran.

"Inuyasha!"
Inuyasha ducked under the bed, finally gotten far enough ahead of Kagome, she hadn't seen which direction he'd taken after they'd torn around the apartment for a while.

'We're going to have one hell of a clean up duty.' He muttered mentally, wondering when Kagome would be cool enough to let him live again.

He was scared out of his wits, damn that girl, he always scared the shit out of him, whether it was her fiery attitude, when she was sick, or when she would do something stupid like dance along the railroad tracks.

"That woman is going to be the death of me," he growled to himself.

"A ha!"

"epp!" Inuyasha's eyes grew large as Kagome came tearing into the room and did a wonderful little belly flop, just so her evil eyes could lock on his scared-out-of-my-fucking-mind eyes.

"Inuyasha," Kagome said sweetly. "Will you please get your ass over here and help me with this table?"

Inuyasha was diving out the window when Kagome grabbed his ankles and dragged him in. If Inuyasha had had claws he would have been scraping and leaving little claw marks in the wood windowpane as Kagome dragged him back in.

"Please have mercy on my soul!" Inuyasha whined as he groped around for something to hold him in place.

"You idiot, you were about to jump out a window! Last time you fell off a building you broke your foot, you went out head first, if you died, I'd have to kill you."

Silence.

Kagome smiled happily and grabbed the long forgotten newspaper, "Now then, after our morning work out, would you like to continue what we were about to do?"

"Err....yes?"

"Good," Kagome said and dragged her husband-to-be into the living room where the dartboard was. Taking out her thumbtacks, she nailed the newspaper's want ads to the dartboard and grabbed the six darts. Three with green tips and three with red tips.

"You'll be red and I'll be green, ok?"

"Err, ok?"

"Good," Kagome aimed with her first green dart, "Whatever our dart lands on is the job we will interview for, we have to go for three jobs, hopefully we'll make one."

"What if we make all three?"

"Then we'll be able to get enough money in time for rent next month," Kagome exclaimed with an eager face.

"Oh," Inuyasha said softly, slightly disappointed that their jobs would prevent less time together.

Kagome smiled and threw her first dart. Inuyasha threw his dart and then they both threw their last ones until all six of them were on the board.
Kagome hummed softly as she scanned the street signs, she had only one more interview, and that was for some restaurant called The Spider's lair. Very cheerful....

"Let's see," Kagome mumbled, "once I get to sakura gardens street corner I have to turn south and walk for about fifteen minutes, once I get there I have to ask for Naraku."

Kagome smiled happily, "Should be easy!" With hope in her heart, Kagome set out in search of her destination.

Half an hour later:

"God damn it!"
Inuyasha wasn't having much luck either, and was looking around desperately for the place he was supposed to interview, in his mind, his cooking would be enough, but if Kagome had her doubts then he would help her with all his being, he loved her that much.

Sighing he looked around again, hopelessly lost.
Kagome smiled and bowed before exiting the restaurant, Naraku had been beyond creepy. His cold eyes were glaring at her menacingly and she felt like he was prying into her soul. She was happy to get out of there.

Walking the long trip home, she hoped that Inuyasha was home; she needed to see his warm eyes.