Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own Fluffy....*sigh* I wish I
did!
Rated PG-13 for language! Poor Inuyasha has a big filthy mouth!
This is an AU fic, and the idea came to me in my madness!
Chapter 1
Kagome just finished her set. She won the contest as usual. She entered a karaoke contest and won. Not that it was a surprise, she always won. She stuffed the prize money back into her purse and walked out to her car. She liked this city, it was big, but not as big as the others.
She was a wanderer ever since her parents died. She had more than enough money to last a lifetime, yet she still walked into clubs and entered the contests. This kept her mind off everything. It was a welcomed security blanket since she was now alone and in a foreign city.
The prize money was enough for her to put a down payment on a house. She saw a flyer a week ago advertising, it said that someone could win 50k. She popped the trunk and threw her costume bag inside.
She always sang in a disguise; wig, more make-up than she normally wore and a costume that was a little more scandalous then she would dare to wear in daylight. She even had a stage name: Miko. She closed the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. She sighed.
She hated the new car smell, but that was all the dealership had for her. Kagome sighed again. She started the car and drove to the hotel. There were too many things that she had to start. It might only be late- July, but she needed a place to stay, not to mention a car of her own, and she groaned at the thought of registering for school.
Oh yes, you had to be eighteen to get into clubs, and Kagome was only sixteen, but fake ids worked wonders. She'd paid a small fortune for hers.
She drove her car to the hotel, and she handed the keys to the valet as she left. She turned to him, "See that my bags are brought up please."
She turned and went inside. First thing, she would look for a school, she would look for a house around there. Hopefully they would have something that would suit her tastes. She inserted the key into the door and walked in.
The room was nicely furnished, but it lacked a homey feel. She wanted a place of her own again. She was so used to having a nice place to herself; she was eager to see that again. She stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom. The shower was just what she needed to remove the stage makeup from her face.
She came out twenty minutes later dressed in the hotel terry robe. Her bags were nicely placed by the front door. She picked up the phone and ordered room service.
She pulled out the renter's guide and the homeowner's guide, two free guides she picked up while she got a slurpee at the 7-Eleven earlier in the evening. She saw one house that looked perfect. She grabbed her highlighter and circled it. Now to find a school around there, she looked and there stood one. Kagome was excited, 'It must be fate'. She had found a place to stay and a school all before supper came.
*~*~*~*~*
The house was divine. It was even cheaper than she expected. She saved herself over a hundred grand. She was on a money-saving high.
She walked in the school and went into the office. She didn't bother looking around, she just had to go to this school; it was the only one near her house, unless she wanted to drive, and she didn't need any more stares than necessary.
She walked up to the secretary and asked to see the principal. Luckily for her, the principal's 2:30 p.m. appointment cancelled. The principal was a middle-aged man, he looked gay, but she said nothing. It took a few minutes to phone Japan and get her transcripts. He looked them over and was nodding.
"Yes, these are perfect grades. Now why did you come here when you were so close to graduating at one of the most prestigious schools in the world?"
Kagome hung her head. "My family was slaughtered by a crazed maniac, and I came home to bury them." Her voice was void of emotion.
"I'm so sorry. My condolences, but on a good note, I'm happy to say that you can come here, and on full scholarship. Although you are only sixteen, the classes you took in Japan should easily place you in Senior 4. I hope that is not a problem?"
Kagome smiled. She thought she'd have to go back to grade 10. "Would it be possible to enter into Honors courses, or would that be a problem?"
The principal smiled back, "I was hoping you'd ask. I think if you didn't take specialized courses, you'd be left unchallenged and bored. We have a uniform policy here, so I'll go and get you one." He left his office.
Kagome looked around. She would call it homely. There were pictures of students all over his back wall. 'Guess he's well liked,' Kagome thought. 'Don't see why not, he seems nice enough.' Her thoughts were interrupted by the principal coming back into the office.
"Here are your uniforms. Two are for school, and one is for Gym class. Now all we have to do is fill out a few forms, and you'll have a letter in the mail in a few days to confirm your enrolment."
The meeting ended a few minutes later.
~*~*~*~*~*
A few days later, Kagome was moving into her new house. It was a large four bed room, three story house. She had the decorators make the basement into a full dance studio. She loved to dance and practice her routines. She didn't win the contests just by singing, she teased the judges with exotic dance during her songs. She was more like a temptress on stage than anything. The bedroom in the basement was converted to a dressing room; she kept all her costumes in there.
The basement was to her liking. She paid the decorators and renovators three times their normal wages to have everything done in twenty- four hours. She hated the hotel, but she did like the room service, which was little consolation.
She walked up the stairs and into the hallway. It was plastered in mirrors, making it look longer and bigger than it was. The living room had a large plasma television set up on one wall, and a nice leather sofa, and a glass coffee table. She even had a stereo set up, even though a better stereo was in the basement. The one in the living room served her purpose of surround sound. The carpets were plush blue. Even though she was wearing slippers, she could feel the carpet beneath her feet. It was hard breaking some habits from living in Japan.
The kitchen was a cozy little thing. 'Little' would be the wrong word. It was huge. Every appliance imaginable was on the counter, and there was still room for more. The most important appliance was her rice cooker. She loved rice, even though after five years of eating it everyday.
The one bedroom on the main floor was supposed to be the family room, but she had it converted into a small dojo. Her swords were plastered on one wall. The room looked scary, but then her trophies along the other wall said everything. She was very good with a sword, as well as hand to hand combat.
It only took her a year to beat every master she studied under. It took her eight months to master Kendo, and fighting with the bamboo sword. The master then trained her with a real katana, and during her third sparing round, had she not stopped, the famed Akira-sensei would have met his end.
She looked at the wall. She had her favourite katana and several nihontos lined up in a beautiful pattern. She had a hard time bringing them back with her. She had to wait six months to get all the proper paper work in order to have them back. 'It was well worth the effort' she thought.
She was not only an expert in Kendo, but Kyudo (the art of the bow), Judo, and Aikido. She tried them all and found nothing as a challenge now. She only had to learn something once, and then she'd store it away and could recall that piece of information at any time. In a fight she would be a deadly force. Thankfully, Kagome was too gentle in nature to pose any real threat: unless provoked.
Kagome closed the door and walked up the stairs to the last floor. The top floor originally had three bedrooms, but she had one room smashed in to make her own bedroom larger.
She had a king sized bed in the center of the room. She had a vanity table, a night side table, and a lounger in her room, that was all, just the basics. Her walk-in closet was large enough that she didn't need a dresser. There was an island in the closet. She kept all of her unmentionables there. Everything that could be hung up was. Most of her clothing was designer made. Looks like she didn't have to go shopping for a while, since she had a uniform to wear. Kagome sighed and hung up her uniforms.
Walking out of her bedroom, she entered the last room. It was her study. The room was lined with books. There was a large oak desk and nice leather chair that messaged you while you sat. She had read every book in the room, and she had even memorized most of them.
'Everything looks in order,' She said closing the door. Now she needed to buy herself a car. She hated the rental.
She might only be sixteen, but when it came to money no one cared about your age. Paying in cash for her house spoke to everyone. No one asked questions. Then again, she dressed herself up to look more mature. She wanted to take off the suit, and do nothing more than to explore the hot tub in the upstairs bathroom, but first things first.
She drove to the dealership. She immediately found the car she wanted. It was only a year old, and the new car smell was gone. It was a 2002 Jaguar XKR Convertible. This would be a nice car for the summer, now she needed a car for the winter. As she was debating over her winter car, a salesman came out.
"Are you lost?" He asked her. "The mall is over a street."
Kagome glared at the man, she looked at the nametag: Greg. 'Calm down Kagome,' she told herself. She smiled brightly at Greg. "How can I thank you enough Greg? I know how," she walked into the dealership. The salesman was confused, but followed her, unknowing what to expect.
Kagome found what she was looking for: a female salesperson. "Hi I was wondering if you'd like to make a shit load of money? Oh, and I'll be paying by cash." She made sure that Greg was listening. The female smiled.
"Do you know what you want?" She asked Kagome.
"I know of one, but I'm looking also for a vehicle that I can drive during the winter."
"Well what's the one that you're sure on?" She looked at Kagome.
"I want that midnight blue Jag."
She felt Greg sweatdrop behind her.
"You do know how much that is right?" The saleswoman inquired politely.
"I'm aware of the sticker price. Does that come fully loaded, or is that more?" Kagome was having fun with Greg's shocked expression. She turned around and gave him an evil smile.
Greg walked over. "I'll take it from here Shelly. You can go on now."
Kagome was enraged. "I will leave this facility if you are the one to be profiting from this deal."
Kagome raised her voice enough to draw the attention of the boss. He came walking over. "Is there a problem miss?"
Kagome smiled. "I believe there is. Your assistant, Greg, kindly pointed me in the direction of the mall, instead of helping me with a car. Now that I wish to purchase two cars, he wants to take the commission of Shelly who tried so very hard to please me. If nothing is rectified on the spot, I shall take my business elsewhere." Her tone spoke volumes.
The boss glared at Greg, "Get into my office now," his voice was deadly. "I apologize miss, as an apology, any car that you will purchase from us will be upgraded for free, if it is not already."
Kagome was delighted. "Thank you sir. Now Shelly let's talk about winter cars." She lost complete interest with Greg and the boss.
Shelly let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much. It's hard trying to get commission around here with Greg."
Kagome smiled. "Well Shelly, you just made yourself a bundle of money, and I get some cars, and Greg gets in trouble. I'd say, all in all, this is a good day."
Kagome finalized the papers. She wrote out a check for the full amount. She now had a Jag, and a 2003 Range Rover. The cars were to be upgraded and delivered within a week.
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The week was going slow, Kagome hated having everything done and finished already. She didn't feel like heading out to the clubs since there were no good contests going on. Instead Kagome found that her days and nights were either spent in her dojo, or in the basement. She needed to find another hobby.
She checked her mail, and there was a letter from the school; she'd been accepted with full scholarship. The letter stated that she could pick up her schedule from someone assigned to show her around the school on the first day. Kagome was excited again. School was only three weeks away, and she couldn't wait to get started. She only hoped that it would be challenging.
Now she was too restless to train or practice, so she decided to change and go into the large pool in the back yard.
The water was cool and refreshing. She came up for air and was hit in the head with a Frisbee. Kagome looked around for the culprit as she rubbed her head. A guy around her age peaked over the fence.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" He said as he hopped the fence and walked towards her. She was getting out of the pool and he rushed to help her out.
"That's okay, it's not every day that you get hit in the head." Kagome laughed and handed the Frisbee back to the boy.
He took the Frisbee and grabbed her hand with his eyes were giving her a once over. Water cascaded down her body, it gave off an unnatural illusion as a water goddess, while the sun sparkled on the drops that clung to her skin. Kagome was too busy rubbing her head to notice. "You are the love of my life, will you bear my children?" Kagome stood shell-shocked as she looked at the guy.
"Miroku will get back over here," the voice came from over the fence. Kagome looked over and saw a cute little kid peering over. "Miroku will you stop being a player with the new neighbor." The other kid jumped the fence and walked over to Kagome. "Hi, my name's Shippo, and you've met my older brother Miroku." Kagome took her hand away from Miroku to shake Shippo's hand.
"Nice to meet you both. My name is Kagome."
Miroku looked at her in a daze, "Even the name of my bride is lovely."
Kagome's eyebrows rose in uncertainly. Shippo answered her unasked question, "He's going through that stage in his puberty." Kagome laughed at Shippo's frankness. Miroku blushed.
"I understand. I have met a few like him, but I thought they grow out of that stage by this age?"
Shippo laughed. "He's been like this for a few years now. I think that he was injected with a few too many hormones at birth." He looked around her back yard. "Wow this is huge! Much bigger than ours! Hey," he looked back at Kagome pleadingly, "can we play Frisbee here? You can play too."
Kagome liked the kid's innocence and frankness especially when it's said in the same breath. "Sure you can play here. I was getting to be a little restless anyway."
They played Frisbee, Kagome was probably having the most fun out all of them. The sun was slowly setting, when a voice came from the boy's back yard, "Miroku? Shippo? Supper!"
"Coming mom!" Shippo called out. "Well we gotta get going it was nice meeting you Kagome." Shippo quickly jumped the fence.
"Nice meeting you too Shippo!" Kagome called after him.
Miroku stood still by her side. "Kagome? I was wondering-"
"No. I will not bear your children." Kagome laughed and lightly slugged his shoulder.
Miroku blushed. "No that was not what I was going to ask. I wanted to know if you'd like to go to a rave tonight with myself and Shippo. It's an all age thing, and it's the last one before school starts."
"Sure I'd love to go." Kagome felt excited.
"I'll come by after supper and we can go through your wardrobe and see what you have for raver's clothing. If you have nothing, we'll make due." Miroku had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Sorry to disappoint you Miroku, but I have clothing suitable for raves." Kagome laughed at the sight of Miroku blushing. "But you can come over after supper. You know where I live. Now go and eat before your dinner gets cold." She was shoving him lightly towards his house.
Miroku smiled. All he said before he jumped the fence was a sheepish thanks.
Kagome looked down at what she had been wearing. She played Frisbee in her bikini. She should have had the decency to put on a wrap or something more appropriate. She groaned, so much for the modest approach.
She walked inside and grabbed some sushi out of the fridge and went to watch the newest videos on television. She saw one video she liked, the moves were complex, and she thought that this might take her a little longer to learn than most. She liked hard moves. She watched the video memorizing every step and every jest, never taking her eyes off the screen.
She just finished her sushi and had just turned off the television when there was a knock at the back patio doors. Confused at who that could be, she went to see. It was Miroku. Kagome laughed opening the door, "Why didn't you just use the front door?"
"Seems like the back yard seems more appropriate. After all we didn't meet in a conventional way." He said as Kagome was letting him in.
Miroku's breath was caught in his throat as he looked around. "Wow," he paused looking around even more. "This place is fucking huge." He spotted the plasma television and Kagome swore she saw him drool.
"It's the latest model from Japan. It's 64 inch, and the surround sound that goes with it makes it more like a theater."
"Will you marry me so I can watch your TV?" Miroku was still enthralled by the large plasma.
Kagome laughed, "How about we make a deal? We don't marry, and you can come over whenever and watch it?"
If Kagome was correct, she could have sworn that Miroku was crying. "Deal! Now go and change, and leave me to the love of my life."
She liked Miroku. He was funny. "What about picking out my outfit?" she pouted jokingly.
Miroku waved her off, "I'm sure whatever you pick out will be fine."
Kagome shook her head and was laughing all the way to her bedroom. She grabbed a blue shirt and a black mini skirt from her closet. She jumped in the shower, and quickly washed the chlorine out of her hair. She came out and heard the surround sound working at it's best. She could feel Miroku's contentment in front of the television even from her bedroom.
She quickly blow-dried her hair. She left her long black hair flow loosely behind her. She dressed. The blue shirt, she didn't realize until she put it on, had shrunk in the wash. It was supposed to cover her stomach, but now it came to the middle of her stomach. It was tighter than she thought too. It hugged her sides and breasts. It looked good. The skirt hugged her hips. She opted for her knee high boots to complete the outfit. She completed the outfit with some sparkles.
She gave herself a once over, and found herself to be more than acceptable. She twinkled, 'like a star' she grinned at the thought. She walked back down stairs to Miroku who lost all interest in the television when he saw her.
He stood up, "Are you sure you won't reconsider my question about bearing my children?" He looked stunned at her appearance.
"I'm glad you approve, but no, I won't bear you any children. I'm ready to leave, I just have to grab my purse." She walked to the front door and grabbed her purse and her keys. "I'm all ready."
Miroku looked at her. "Fine, shouldn't you write a note for your parents?" He realized that was the wrong thing to say, her face became sad.
Kagome gave him a sad smile, "My parents are dead. There's no one for me to leave a note for."
Miroku felt sorry for her. "I'm so sorry Kagome," An idea came to his head," I know! That means I'll just have to watch out for you even more! We can't have the lady who will bear my future children left to be unprotected!"
Kagome laughed. Her was sadness forgotten for the moment. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He tone was filled with mock anger, "That I will not bear you children!"
"Until you say yes, but until then I'm going to play big brother and protector." Miroku's smile was genuine and playful.
"Let's go. I want to dance." Kagome said as she pushed him out the door and locked up.
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A/N : So what did you think of it so far? Let me know if I should stop the madness or should I let my mind continue to plot? Drop me a note called a review! If you hated it let me know why, and remember karma is strong today what goes around comes around!
Fyyrrose.until next time...maybe...
Beta-reader's note: Don't threaten the readers -.-;; TV * drool *, er, I mean great job making Kagome perfect. You think she'd share some of that money if I asked nicely?
Chapter 1
Kagome just finished her set. She won the contest as usual. She entered a karaoke contest and won. Not that it was a surprise, she always won. She stuffed the prize money back into her purse and walked out to her car. She liked this city, it was big, but not as big as the others.
She was a wanderer ever since her parents died. She had more than enough money to last a lifetime, yet she still walked into clubs and entered the contests. This kept her mind off everything. It was a welcomed security blanket since she was now alone and in a foreign city.
The prize money was enough for her to put a down payment on a house. She saw a flyer a week ago advertising, it said that someone could win 50k. She popped the trunk and threw her costume bag inside.
She always sang in a disguise; wig, more make-up than she normally wore and a costume that was a little more scandalous then she would dare to wear in daylight. She even had a stage name: Miko. She closed the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. She sighed.
She hated the new car smell, but that was all the dealership had for her. Kagome sighed again. She started the car and drove to the hotel. There were too many things that she had to start. It might only be late- July, but she needed a place to stay, not to mention a car of her own, and she groaned at the thought of registering for school.
Oh yes, you had to be eighteen to get into clubs, and Kagome was only sixteen, but fake ids worked wonders. She'd paid a small fortune for hers.
She drove her car to the hotel, and she handed the keys to the valet as she left. She turned to him, "See that my bags are brought up please."
She turned and went inside. First thing, she would look for a school, she would look for a house around there. Hopefully they would have something that would suit her tastes. She inserted the key into the door and walked in.
The room was nicely furnished, but it lacked a homey feel. She wanted a place of her own again. She was so used to having a nice place to herself; she was eager to see that again. She stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom. The shower was just what she needed to remove the stage makeup from her face.
She came out twenty minutes later dressed in the hotel terry robe. Her bags were nicely placed by the front door. She picked up the phone and ordered room service.
She pulled out the renter's guide and the homeowner's guide, two free guides she picked up while she got a slurpee at the 7-Eleven earlier in the evening. She saw one house that looked perfect. She grabbed her highlighter and circled it. Now to find a school around there, she looked and there stood one. Kagome was excited, 'It must be fate'. She had found a place to stay and a school all before supper came.
*~*~*~*~*
The house was divine. It was even cheaper than she expected. She saved herself over a hundred grand. She was on a money-saving high.
She walked in the school and went into the office. She didn't bother looking around, she just had to go to this school; it was the only one near her house, unless she wanted to drive, and she didn't need any more stares than necessary.
She walked up to the secretary and asked to see the principal. Luckily for her, the principal's 2:30 p.m. appointment cancelled. The principal was a middle-aged man, he looked gay, but she said nothing. It took a few minutes to phone Japan and get her transcripts. He looked them over and was nodding.
"Yes, these are perfect grades. Now why did you come here when you were so close to graduating at one of the most prestigious schools in the world?"
Kagome hung her head. "My family was slaughtered by a crazed maniac, and I came home to bury them." Her voice was void of emotion.
"I'm so sorry. My condolences, but on a good note, I'm happy to say that you can come here, and on full scholarship. Although you are only sixteen, the classes you took in Japan should easily place you in Senior 4. I hope that is not a problem?"
Kagome smiled. She thought she'd have to go back to grade 10. "Would it be possible to enter into Honors courses, or would that be a problem?"
The principal smiled back, "I was hoping you'd ask. I think if you didn't take specialized courses, you'd be left unchallenged and bored. We have a uniform policy here, so I'll go and get you one." He left his office.
Kagome looked around. She would call it homely. There were pictures of students all over his back wall. 'Guess he's well liked,' Kagome thought. 'Don't see why not, he seems nice enough.' Her thoughts were interrupted by the principal coming back into the office.
"Here are your uniforms. Two are for school, and one is for Gym class. Now all we have to do is fill out a few forms, and you'll have a letter in the mail in a few days to confirm your enrolment."
The meeting ended a few minutes later.
~*~*~*~*~*
A few days later, Kagome was moving into her new house. It was a large four bed room, three story house. She had the decorators make the basement into a full dance studio. She loved to dance and practice her routines. She didn't win the contests just by singing, she teased the judges with exotic dance during her songs. She was more like a temptress on stage than anything. The bedroom in the basement was converted to a dressing room; she kept all her costumes in there.
The basement was to her liking. She paid the decorators and renovators three times their normal wages to have everything done in twenty- four hours. She hated the hotel, but she did like the room service, which was little consolation.
She walked up the stairs and into the hallway. It was plastered in mirrors, making it look longer and bigger than it was. The living room had a large plasma television set up on one wall, and a nice leather sofa, and a glass coffee table. She even had a stereo set up, even though a better stereo was in the basement. The one in the living room served her purpose of surround sound. The carpets were plush blue. Even though she was wearing slippers, she could feel the carpet beneath her feet. It was hard breaking some habits from living in Japan.
The kitchen was a cozy little thing. 'Little' would be the wrong word. It was huge. Every appliance imaginable was on the counter, and there was still room for more. The most important appliance was her rice cooker. She loved rice, even though after five years of eating it everyday.
The one bedroom on the main floor was supposed to be the family room, but she had it converted into a small dojo. Her swords were plastered on one wall. The room looked scary, but then her trophies along the other wall said everything. She was very good with a sword, as well as hand to hand combat.
It only took her a year to beat every master she studied under. It took her eight months to master Kendo, and fighting with the bamboo sword. The master then trained her with a real katana, and during her third sparing round, had she not stopped, the famed Akira-sensei would have met his end.
She looked at the wall. She had her favourite katana and several nihontos lined up in a beautiful pattern. She had a hard time bringing them back with her. She had to wait six months to get all the proper paper work in order to have them back. 'It was well worth the effort' she thought.
She was not only an expert in Kendo, but Kyudo (the art of the bow), Judo, and Aikido. She tried them all and found nothing as a challenge now. She only had to learn something once, and then she'd store it away and could recall that piece of information at any time. In a fight she would be a deadly force. Thankfully, Kagome was too gentle in nature to pose any real threat: unless provoked.
Kagome closed the door and walked up the stairs to the last floor. The top floor originally had three bedrooms, but she had one room smashed in to make her own bedroom larger.
She had a king sized bed in the center of the room. She had a vanity table, a night side table, and a lounger in her room, that was all, just the basics. Her walk-in closet was large enough that she didn't need a dresser. There was an island in the closet. She kept all of her unmentionables there. Everything that could be hung up was. Most of her clothing was designer made. Looks like she didn't have to go shopping for a while, since she had a uniform to wear. Kagome sighed and hung up her uniforms.
Walking out of her bedroom, she entered the last room. It was her study. The room was lined with books. There was a large oak desk and nice leather chair that messaged you while you sat. She had read every book in the room, and she had even memorized most of them.
'Everything looks in order,' She said closing the door. Now she needed to buy herself a car. She hated the rental.
She might only be sixteen, but when it came to money no one cared about your age. Paying in cash for her house spoke to everyone. No one asked questions. Then again, she dressed herself up to look more mature. She wanted to take off the suit, and do nothing more than to explore the hot tub in the upstairs bathroom, but first things first.
She drove to the dealership. She immediately found the car she wanted. It was only a year old, and the new car smell was gone. It was a 2002 Jaguar XKR Convertible. This would be a nice car for the summer, now she needed a car for the winter. As she was debating over her winter car, a salesman came out.
"Are you lost?" He asked her. "The mall is over a street."
Kagome glared at the man, she looked at the nametag: Greg. 'Calm down Kagome,' she told herself. She smiled brightly at Greg. "How can I thank you enough Greg? I know how," she walked into the dealership. The salesman was confused, but followed her, unknowing what to expect.
Kagome found what she was looking for: a female salesperson. "Hi I was wondering if you'd like to make a shit load of money? Oh, and I'll be paying by cash." She made sure that Greg was listening. The female smiled.
"Do you know what you want?" She asked Kagome.
"I know of one, but I'm looking also for a vehicle that I can drive during the winter."
"Well what's the one that you're sure on?" She looked at Kagome.
"I want that midnight blue Jag."
She felt Greg sweatdrop behind her.
"You do know how much that is right?" The saleswoman inquired politely.
"I'm aware of the sticker price. Does that come fully loaded, or is that more?" Kagome was having fun with Greg's shocked expression. She turned around and gave him an evil smile.
Greg walked over. "I'll take it from here Shelly. You can go on now."
Kagome was enraged. "I will leave this facility if you are the one to be profiting from this deal."
Kagome raised her voice enough to draw the attention of the boss. He came walking over. "Is there a problem miss?"
Kagome smiled. "I believe there is. Your assistant, Greg, kindly pointed me in the direction of the mall, instead of helping me with a car. Now that I wish to purchase two cars, he wants to take the commission of Shelly who tried so very hard to please me. If nothing is rectified on the spot, I shall take my business elsewhere." Her tone spoke volumes.
The boss glared at Greg, "Get into my office now," his voice was deadly. "I apologize miss, as an apology, any car that you will purchase from us will be upgraded for free, if it is not already."
Kagome was delighted. "Thank you sir. Now Shelly let's talk about winter cars." She lost complete interest with Greg and the boss.
Shelly let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much. It's hard trying to get commission around here with Greg."
Kagome smiled. "Well Shelly, you just made yourself a bundle of money, and I get some cars, and Greg gets in trouble. I'd say, all in all, this is a good day."
Kagome finalized the papers. She wrote out a check for the full amount. She now had a Jag, and a 2003 Range Rover. The cars were to be upgraded and delivered within a week.
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The week was going slow, Kagome hated having everything done and finished already. She didn't feel like heading out to the clubs since there were no good contests going on. Instead Kagome found that her days and nights were either spent in her dojo, or in the basement. She needed to find another hobby.
She checked her mail, and there was a letter from the school; she'd been accepted with full scholarship. The letter stated that she could pick up her schedule from someone assigned to show her around the school on the first day. Kagome was excited again. School was only three weeks away, and she couldn't wait to get started. She only hoped that it would be challenging.
Now she was too restless to train or practice, so she decided to change and go into the large pool in the back yard.
The water was cool and refreshing. She came up for air and was hit in the head with a Frisbee. Kagome looked around for the culprit as she rubbed her head. A guy around her age peaked over the fence.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" He said as he hopped the fence and walked towards her. She was getting out of the pool and he rushed to help her out.
"That's okay, it's not every day that you get hit in the head." Kagome laughed and handed the Frisbee back to the boy.
He took the Frisbee and grabbed her hand with his eyes were giving her a once over. Water cascaded down her body, it gave off an unnatural illusion as a water goddess, while the sun sparkled on the drops that clung to her skin. Kagome was too busy rubbing her head to notice. "You are the love of my life, will you bear my children?" Kagome stood shell-shocked as she looked at the guy.
"Miroku will get back over here," the voice came from over the fence. Kagome looked over and saw a cute little kid peering over. "Miroku will you stop being a player with the new neighbor." The other kid jumped the fence and walked over to Kagome. "Hi, my name's Shippo, and you've met my older brother Miroku." Kagome took her hand away from Miroku to shake Shippo's hand.
"Nice to meet you both. My name is Kagome."
Miroku looked at her in a daze, "Even the name of my bride is lovely."
Kagome's eyebrows rose in uncertainly. Shippo answered her unasked question, "He's going through that stage in his puberty." Kagome laughed at Shippo's frankness. Miroku blushed.
"I understand. I have met a few like him, but I thought they grow out of that stage by this age?"
Shippo laughed. "He's been like this for a few years now. I think that he was injected with a few too many hormones at birth." He looked around her back yard. "Wow this is huge! Much bigger than ours! Hey," he looked back at Kagome pleadingly, "can we play Frisbee here? You can play too."
Kagome liked the kid's innocence and frankness especially when it's said in the same breath. "Sure you can play here. I was getting to be a little restless anyway."
They played Frisbee, Kagome was probably having the most fun out all of them. The sun was slowly setting, when a voice came from the boy's back yard, "Miroku? Shippo? Supper!"
"Coming mom!" Shippo called out. "Well we gotta get going it was nice meeting you Kagome." Shippo quickly jumped the fence.
"Nice meeting you too Shippo!" Kagome called after him.
Miroku stood still by her side. "Kagome? I was wondering-"
"No. I will not bear your children." Kagome laughed and lightly slugged his shoulder.
Miroku blushed. "No that was not what I was going to ask. I wanted to know if you'd like to go to a rave tonight with myself and Shippo. It's an all age thing, and it's the last one before school starts."
"Sure I'd love to go." Kagome felt excited.
"I'll come by after supper and we can go through your wardrobe and see what you have for raver's clothing. If you have nothing, we'll make due." Miroku had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Sorry to disappoint you Miroku, but I have clothing suitable for raves." Kagome laughed at the sight of Miroku blushing. "But you can come over after supper. You know where I live. Now go and eat before your dinner gets cold." She was shoving him lightly towards his house.
Miroku smiled. All he said before he jumped the fence was a sheepish thanks.
Kagome looked down at what she had been wearing. She played Frisbee in her bikini. She should have had the decency to put on a wrap or something more appropriate. She groaned, so much for the modest approach.
She walked inside and grabbed some sushi out of the fridge and went to watch the newest videos on television. She saw one video she liked, the moves were complex, and she thought that this might take her a little longer to learn than most. She liked hard moves. She watched the video memorizing every step and every jest, never taking her eyes off the screen.
She just finished her sushi and had just turned off the television when there was a knock at the back patio doors. Confused at who that could be, she went to see. It was Miroku. Kagome laughed opening the door, "Why didn't you just use the front door?"
"Seems like the back yard seems more appropriate. After all we didn't meet in a conventional way." He said as Kagome was letting him in.
Miroku's breath was caught in his throat as he looked around. "Wow," he paused looking around even more. "This place is fucking huge." He spotted the plasma television and Kagome swore she saw him drool.
"It's the latest model from Japan. It's 64 inch, and the surround sound that goes with it makes it more like a theater."
"Will you marry me so I can watch your TV?" Miroku was still enthralled by the large plasma.
Kagome laughed, "How about we make a deal? We don't marry, and you can come over whenever and watch it?"
If Kagome was correct, she could have sworn that Miroku was crying. "Deal! Now go and change, and leave me to the love of my life."
She liked Miroku. He was funny. "What about picking out my outfit?" she pouted jokingly.
Miroku waved her off, "I'm sure whatever you pick out will be fine."
Kagome shook her head and was laughing all the way to her bedroom. She grabbed a blue shirt and a black mini skirt from her closet. She jumped in the shower, and quickly washed the chlorine out of her hair. She came out and heard the surround sound working at it's best. She could feel Miroku's contentment in front of the television even from her bedroom.
She quickly blow-dried her hair. She left her long black hair flow loosely behind her. She dressed. The blue shirt, she didn't realize until she put it on, had shrunk in the wash. It was supposed to cover her stomach, but now it came to the middle of her stomach. It was tighter than she thought too. It hugged her sides and breasts. It looked good. The skirt hugged her hips. She opted for her knee high boots to complete the outfit. She completed the outfit with some sparkles.
She gave herself a once over, and found herself to be more than acceptable. She twinkled, 'like a star' she grinned at the thought. She walked back down stairs to Miroku who lost all interest in the television when he saw her.
He stood up, "Are you sure you won't reconsider my question about bearing my children?" He looked stunned at her appearance.
"I'm glad you approve, but no, I won't bear you any children. I'm ready to leave, I just have to grab my purse." She walked to the front door and grabbed her purse and her keys. "I'm all ready."
Miroku looked at her. "Fine, shouldn't you write a note for your parents?" He realized that was the wrong thing to say, her face became sad.
Kagome gave him a sad smile, "My parents are dead. There's no one for me to leave a note for."
Miroku felt sorry for her. "I'm so sorry Kagome," An idea came to his head," I know! That means I'll just have to watch out for you even more! We can't have the lady who will bear my future children left to be unprotected!"
Kagome laughed. Her was sadness forgotten for the moment. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He tone was filled with mock anger, "That I will not bear you children!"
"Until you say yes, but until then I'm going to play big brother and protector." Miroku's smile was genuine and playful.
"Let's go. I want to dance." Kagome said as she pushed him out the door and locked up.
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A/N : So what did you think of it so far? Let me know if I should stop the madness or should I let my mind continue to plot? Drop me a note called a review! If you hated it let me know why, and remember karma is strong today what goes around comes around!
Fyyrrose.until next time...maybe...
Beta-reader's note: Don't threaten the readers -.-;; TV * drool *, er, I mean great job making Kagome perfect. You think she'd share some of that money if I asked nicely?