Explinations, Shared Laughs, and a Little Suprise!




~Her, her, her! It's always her! Obviously you have an identical twin sister whom you've never met nor heard of before. First, the one and only person that you despise, that ruined your life while you were so young, calls you by her name. Then, a complete stranger, with a rather unnerving gleam to his eyes, calls you by her name and asks you what you're doing there! You storm off to a room to cool down a little and leave both of those so-called friend of yours with those guys and start feeling guilty. Why should you feel guilty? It's not like you left them alone- in a room full of people- with the boy that tricked you out of fame, a perverted drummer with the nickname 'houshi', and a complete stranger with an annoying glint in his eyes. Guilty or not, there is no way you're leaving that room until that pounding head ache that you've just stumbled across gets itself lost once again! Let 'em suffer, they're big girls! And so the never ending day- night- goes on!~

I plopped down into a chair, picked up the plate of food I'd left on the table before my rather rough reunion with Inuyasha, and ate the rest of it. I tried my best to calm down and think straight, but my headache grew worse.

I know he hadn't meant it. What was his name? I already knew Inuyasha's and Miroku's names, but not his. I really didn't like him. The way that he had looked at me gave me chills. But I doubted anything would happen to Ayame, whom was, more likely than not, still clinging to his shirt for dear life. I didn't know him, but I knew that Sango was more than strong enough to help Ayame if need be. She'd lost so many dates because of that. Not that she cared.

I didn't have a lot of time to think about anything, though. Sango came through the door backwards, trying to pry Ayame off of the guitarist with little success.

"Come over here and help me!" she yelled over her shoulder. No matter how strong she was, she was having a tough time releasing the man from Ayame's death grip. She wasn't letting go any time soon and the man was furious.

"Sango-chan, you should already know that it's no use. Aya-chan isn't going to let go until she feels like it," I said without moving from the chair. "Come over here and sit down. I'll try to get her off," I told the man.

He seemed to calm down when I spoke to him. Creepy. That whole band was creepy.

"Sure," he replied as he moved over to the couch and sat down as comfortably as possible. Ayame wasn't making this easy. "Just get her off me."

The other two band members walked into the room with plates of food and a few sodas as I sat next to the man on the couch and tried to coax my friend into letting go of him. Just my luck they brought Coke and no Pepsi. Sango took a seat in the chair I had been in, Inuyasha stood next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest, and Miroku stood just out of Sango's hitting range.

After a while, I gave up. "She's not going to let go until she falls asleep," I spoke, glaring at the man that had caused her hysterical actions. Everyone else turned to do the same.

"Nani?" Miroku asked, looking as innocent as could be.

Sango sighed and shook her head. "Well... What are we gonna do?"

"There's nothing we can do." I stated. With an amused look on my face I added, "I guess she's stronger than we thought."

"That's for sure," she sighed again. "Well, tell us. What's it like being in one of the best known bands out there?"

"Ah, yes," Miroku said with a thoughtful expression on his face. "The life of fame. It is a long, twisted road that fate has set our feet upon. Though it may seem like a straight path at its' beginning, it has many twists and turns that must be taken. And many crossroad are passed-"

"Speak, don't babble," Sango spat, glaring at the lecher. She hesitated a while and said with a malicous grin, "Houshi."

"Ouch. That hurts," Miroku whined with hurt as false as his nickname. "Very well. I was saying that it is a nice life, but full of problems and more than one way out, yet not all the right way."

"Oh, I see," Sango said and took a sip of the Coke she'd been handed. "So, how'd you meet each other?"

Miroku seemed to be spokesman for the group. He answered this question as well. "Well, I've been friends with Inuyasha for some time."

"Who's that?"

"Him." He pointed over his shoulder at the man standing next to the door. Sango nodded.

"And Kouga-" he nodded to the man with Ayame wrapped around him- 'So, that's his name,' I thought as I listened to the rest of the drummers speach, "-used to attend our high school. Those two don't get along real well though."

"How'd you get this job?" Sango was full of questions and I was kind of surprised at it. She usually just sat back and listened. Ayame always asked the questions.

"Inuyasha was in a children's band when he was six, and he's been singing in one band or another ever since."

'Yeah, the bands I should have been in,' I thought, and couldn't help but glare at the man standing next to the door. To my surprise he had been looking at me too. Probably trying to see if I was Kikyo in disguise or something. His head snapped away to look out the door.

"Sugoi! You must have had an interesting life," Sango said to the man staring of into space.

"Eh?" He turned his attention to my friend. "Keh, not really."

"Then why are you still a singer?" I asked a little more snappishly than I'd meant to. "If it was a bore you should have quit."

"I would have if I could have!" He shouted at me.

"I don't see anything holding you back!" I yelled back at him, my voice rising with every new word. He didn't even want to sing, yet he stole it from me! I couldn't believe it.

"Keh! You don't even know anything about me, so how could you, huh?" He was still yelling. "Unless you are Kikyo," I was going to yell at him, but he stopped me, "which I know you're not! So how could you know? I doubt that you're a singer!"

'Yeah, I would be if you hadn't tricked me,' I thought. Yet, that statement made me sober down instead of enraging me. He was right, I wasn't a singer. "Then what's holding you back?" I asked skeptically.

"None of your business, that's what!" he shouted. That made me furious. He didn't need to yell at me. It was a simple and honest question. I really was curious.

"It was only a question, you don't need to yell at me!" I screamed.

"Keh! I can yell if I want to, wench!"

"Jerk!"

"Baka!"

"Bastard!"

"Bitch!"

"Assho-"

"Kagome-chan!" I turned to look at Sango. She was absolutely horrified. "What's gotten into you?"

"No-nothing..." I looked over to Ayame.

She'd fallen asleep, finally. I helped the man- 'What was his name again? Kouga or something.'- get the sleeping girl off of him. Her grip had slackened, but it was still tight. After a while of struggling with unlacing her fingers from his shirt, Kouga was free. His first reaction was to jump out of her reach and get as far away as possible. His second was to scream at the top of his lungs and thank Kami-sama for his release of the once hysterical girl.

"Quiet down, unless you want her to wake up!" I told him.

Once his attention was back on me, I regretted it. "Kikyo?"

"IIE! I"M NOT KIKYO! Didn't you hear me earlier, or what Sango called me? I. AM. NOT. KIKYO!" I was mad once again, without any real reason to be.

"Sango?" Miroku repeated, looking at the girl that was leaning away from him in her chair. "What a beautiful name. Yet, nothing can compare to its' owners beauty."

"Don't waste your breath, houshi," Sango told the drummer.

"Please, Ms. Sango, call me Miroku."

I sighed. He must have been one of the thickest-skulled people I had ever known.

"So, what's holding you back?" I asked Inuyasha, making sure that my voice was calm and curious.

He sighed in return. "You don't give up do you?"

"Nope!" I chirped in answer, smiling as brightly as possible. He wasn't going to get away from answering this.

"My brother and sister. HALF brother and sister." He looked out the door once again.

"What do you mean?"

"My older half-brother, Sesshomaru, is our manager, and my little sister is in the hospital. It started out, my singing, as a way to help support my family after my father died. Then when I wanted to quit, my little sister was born and was in a critical state. She has a disease, but the doctors don't know what it is." He sighed. "My mother passed away and I was left to raise the money to help the doctors research the disease. More than half of our money goes towards the research funding."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know!" I felt bad for him now. Maybe he had gotten his payback after all.

"Keh, of course you didn't!"

"Ne... If you told the public that you were funding medical research in order to save her life, you might sell more products, or have money sent to you to give to the organization- as donations, you know?"

"Keh," he snorted. "Of course I know!"

"Then why don't you?"

"I told you! Sesshomaru's our manager!" He yelled.

"SO! That doesn't mean anything!" Now I was shouting.... once again.

"That bastard won't let me get off that easily. He wants to make my life as miserable as possible," he snarled as he glared murderously at someone outside of the door.

I followed his gaze and spotted him. The silver haired man from before stood among some other businessmen. His face remained expressionless as he listened to one of the concert hall's guards. He nodded once and turned around to talk to a short man in a suit similar to his own that carried a walking cane. He reminded me of a toad and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Nani?" Inuyasha glared at me.

"Oh!" I stopped as I remembered what we'd been talking about. "Nothing. I was thinking about how much that man looks like a toad," I said and pointed to the man wobbling behind Sesshomaru.

Sango took one look at the man and burst out laughing. "You're... *gasp* right! Hahahahaha... *gasp* He does!"

Miroku chuckled, Kouga snorted, and Inuyasha just stared at me. "Nani?"

He looked at me for a while, looked at the short man, and looked back at me. His face was turning red and I thought for a second that he was going to start screaming at me... He laughed.

Miroku almost choked and Kouga just stared in shock. "Inu... Yasha?" the two asked in unison, one in concern and the other just plain frightened.

"Nani?" He asked after he caught his breath.

Sango had still not stopped laughing. I was a little confused. Why would his friends react to him laughing like that. Surely they had heard him laugh before.

"You..." Miroku started a little uncertain, "You just... Laughed."

"So?"

Sango had finally stopped laughing and the room grew silent.

::::::Silence:::::::


"Uhm..." I mumbled, trying to find something to say. "I.. I need something to drink." I stood to leave the room.

"Here." Kouga handed me a bottle of Coke.

"Uhm... No thank you. I drink Pepsi."

"There almost the same thing," Kouga said, grinning. Okay, the guy was trying to be nice, but... It was COKE!

"I know, but... I don't drink Coke," I said and glanced at Inuyasha. To my surprise, yet again, he was watching me. "Nani?"

"Keh." He turned his gaze back out of the door and watched his brother.

I glared at him.

"Why not?" Kouga asked, the bottle still in his outstreched arm.

"I... just don't," I said and added as I looked at Inuyasha from the corner of my eye, "Something stops me whenever I try. Like some horrible, forgotten memory or something like that, ne?"

Inuyasha looked back over to me, but I looked at Kouga before he could see that my attention had been directed at him. Kouga didn't seem to notice, nor did he take that as an acceptable answer.

"So?"

"I don't drink coke. How do I know that you didn't drug it or something? It's already opened."

That got Inuyasha attention and Kouga gave a startled look. That really scared me. He looked as I he had just been caught by his mother with his hands in a cookie jar.

"Kagome-chan!" Sango looked at me, surprised as ever. She just couldn't believe that I was talking to one of the members of the most well known band in such a rude manner. "What has gotten into you?!"

I sighed. "I have a headache, that's all." I looked over to Kouga and apologized.

"Iie. That's okay. At least I know that you'll be safe. I can rest at ease," He said, grinning once again.

"Eh?" Was my ever so intelligent response. This guy was the creepiest of the three and that statement only made me more uneasy.

A knocking on the wall next to the door turned everyone's attention to the room's new occupants. Sesshomaru stood in the door way with the toad looking man standing behind him. He still had that cool and collected expression on his face.

"Do any of you know a young lady by the name of Ayame Sasayaku?" he asked scanning the room. His gaze landed upon me and he frowned. "What are you doing here, Ki-"

"I'm not Kikyo," I told him calmly. It was a calmness that surprised even myself.

He nodded. "I see."

"This is Ayame, sir," I told him, pointing to the sleeping girl.

"Of course. Would you mind waking her?" He asked. "I have some important news that she will want to hear, I believe."

"Hai."

I shook Ayame's shoulders, trying to get the girl to wake up. Kouga edged away, unsure. I wish I would have done so earlier. He was getting awfully close a few minutes ago.

"Aya-chan, wake up. Someone wants to speak with you."

"Lefmlone," she mumbled.

"Come on! Wake up."

"Go away!" she yelled swatting at my hand.

I sighed. I couldn't find anything else to do so I told her that Demonic was here... in the same room... with us...

"Honto!?" She bolted up and looked around. "Kami-sama, I'm dreaming..."

"Iie, you're not, they're here and you're awake," said Sango, leaning as far away from Miroku as possible and glaring.

"Sugoi!" She looked over to Miroku and gave a little "eep", reattaching herself to Kouga. She wasn't hysterical and it only took a few minutes of talking to get her to let go.

"What did you to Ms. Sasayaku, houshi?" Sesshomaru asked, not really caring.

"Oh, yeah... Ayame?" I turned back to my friend. "This man wished to speak to you."

"Oh..."

She walked over to the man and bowed. "I'm Ayame Sasayaku, sir. What can I do for you?"

"You're grandfather, Mr. Zaisan, as you already now, was the owner of Meisei incorporated. About a month before he passed way, he requested that this concert be held the day after you're nineteenth birthday. He also requested that you, two of your friends, and the band spend some time together. I, being his best friend and manager of the group, gave the tickets to your mother and arranged some time for you and your friends to stay with the group. Approximately one week."

Ayame was shocked, as was Sango, Miroku, and Kouga. Inuyasha was furious and I was a little confused.

"Na-NANI!?!" Inuyasha shouted. "Sesshomaru, you jerk! We don't have time to babysit some fangirls!"

"Two fan girls and their friend," I corrected him. "I'm not really a fan of yours at all. Don't flatter yourself."

Everyone just starred at me.

Looking back over to Inuyasha and glaring, which made me shiver, Sesshomaru hissed, "You're going to, and you will be considerate and kind. Especially toward Ms. Sasayaku!" He turned back to Ayame, handed her a letter of some sort, bowed, and left with the toad looking man waddling after him.

It took a while for anyone to say anything else. I wished it had taken longer though, when the silence was broken.

***WHAM***


"HENTAI!" Sango screamed and held up a vase to attack once again.

***CRACK***


Then the small side table.

***THUD***


"Miroku!"