Authors Note: This is my first AU, so, please be nice. It's gotten a little cheesier than I wanted, but I'll try to change that. Anyway...there will be a sequal to this. I know, I'm weird, I already planned that. Actually, I started writing the first chapter to that one as well. I also have a question for those of you who read The Lovely Curse: Would you like a sequal, or would you like me to use my idea for a new story with a new developing romance? If you could answer that, thank you so much! Well, I hope you enjoy! Please read and review!
Chapter 1:
"But I'm telling you--"
"No."
"He's a total hottie," she teased waving the paper in front of her friend's eyes, letting the words draw out.
She quickly swatted the hand away without letting her eyes drift from her magazine."No. And ow! Pay attention! You're pulling my hair!"
"Well sorry Miss Pop Teen Princess."
"Kagome..." she warned, practically whining because she was called that title.
It was true, Sango was a pop star of Japan...but she liked to think that she was at least a little different than her American comparison Britney Spears. She had some edge, some rock, and she wasn't an anorexic bimbo with fake boobs. Not that she thought of Britney that way, she just felt that was what example she was setting for her followers and fans
Unlike most, she never got to live out her childhood. Her mother always had her set up for some sort of pageant or singing contest for the next upcoming stars. 'Psh, upcoming stars my butt' she used to think to herself while waiting hours on end just to get an audition. To her utmost surprise the people actually thought she was good. Everywhere she traveled a judge would be struck speechless or an executive caught begging to sign her. The only problem was...she just wanted to be left alone.
With years of training in her vocals, dancing, and playing the guitar she finally decided that all the work had to be put into somewhere...so she signed with a fancy record label who gave her the best deal. Now she didn't expect to be a big shot, not even the rookie of the year, but for some reason people caught on quickly that she would be the new sensation. News spread fast and her fan basess expanded beyond compare. She was a star.
She had the looks, she had the voice, and most importantly she had the attitude. But to herself...she was nothing compared to a normal girl that walked down the road with her friends. Stars couldn't do that, they had no friends. So, she took it upon herself to be on her best behaviour and eventually everyone that was in some way supposed to be of service to her became a good friend. Kagome, who was her hair stylist and fashion expertise, was her best friend and she was glad for that.
It was today, though, that she was literally rethinking that choice to have her so close because of all of her sneaky antics. So what if she never had a boyfriend? So what if she never got kissed? So what if she wasn't looking? That whole idea was just apalling to Kagome, who had her eyes on almost everything with a hard rock chest that walked through the door.
She grumbled but felt obligated to at least read up on the guy before throwing out the whole idea. Miroku was the boy on every teenage girl's mind. He was practically known as Sango's pop scene rival. She liked to think of him, though, as the boy who had everything. He had a band while Sango only had back up music and a few dancers. He had a humungous stage show, a mansion in almost every state he went, and...he was single. That fit the description of every girl's dreamboat. Sango wasn't bound to fall for it.
"Kagome, he's like every other famous guy. I'm sure he's shallow, dumb, and..."
Kagome sighed and stated dreamily, "Completely gorgeous."
Sango rolled her eyes, stubbornly closing the magazine and folding her arms in front of her chest, "If you like him so much then why don't you just talk to him."
"Because, besides I have my eye on someone else," they looked at eachother with unusual suspiciousness glinting in their eyes,"Here. Take a look."
The thin pages of the magazine flipped nimbly before Kagome picked out the page she was looking for. Of course, it was another picture of Miroku who held a microphone as if he were singing.
'Cheesy if you ask me,' Sango thought.
Kagome screeched, flailing her arms in little motions and eagerly jumping up and down, "Isn't he just a complete hunk? I want to go right up to him and just...I don't know...lick him!"
"Kagome, you're bold...but not that bold. I don't even know who you're talking about!" she growled, obviously annoyed and rather frustrated with all the boy talk recently.
Kagome quite harshly grabbed the magazine and shoved it in her friend's face, making her take at least one good long look at Miroku in all his glory and his little band taking up the rear. "Come on Sango! The silver hair, the cute little dog ears, the muscular body..."
"That's all nice...but really...wouldn't you even like to get to know him?" she pointed to the boy in question, taking notice for the first time that he held a red bass with white fire licking the edges. Was Kagome really this shallow? Didn't she even stop to think that people have personalities? Personally, Sango thought that getting to know someone and how well you know them should be the solid structure of a perfect relationship.
Kagome's eyes drooped and she looked away sadly.
'Oh no,' Sango warned herself, 'Don't let her start pouting again...this is a no win situation...just back down now before she goes into her whole routine...'
"Fine, give me the paper...and if I have time, I mean if, I'll try to IM him or something."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she pulled her into a not so subtle embrace before releasing her and dancing out of the room,"You won't regret it!"
A deep voice startled her from just outside her dressing room, "Sango, five minutes until we leave."
'Well, midnight purple is a beautiful eye color...and those are nice eyes...' Sango ran over some things in her mind before deciding firmly, 'Okay "EyesofMidnight" next time you sign on...I'll be waiting.'
=====
The day had been uneventful...as usual. He yawned as he stretched on his bunk once again on the tour bus. It had been like this every day now for almost a year and his official music tour of Japan was drawing to a close. For that he was ultimately relieved, well at least for a month or two he would be able to steer clear of all things that made him famous while he stayed at home with his family.
"Miroku...Miroku!" his bass player was kneeling next to his bed, possibly contemplating if he should bonk him on the head to get him awake. Miroku grunted, indicating he was listening, but barely,"Want the laptop now?"
The sleep was promptly wiped from his eyes before he sat up, minding the low ceiling, and he jumped out of bed. He outstretched his hand, waiting for the laptop to be placed in his grasp but found he was on the recieving end of a rude glare from Inuyasha.
"I may be your backup guitar player...but I am not going to go on your beck and call. It's hooked up next to the booth."
"Sorry. Tired." he mumbled with a few other incoherant phrases before tiredly stomping off in the direction of the table.
Lately the Internet was his only way to get away from reality. He made friends online; never really telling them who he was so that he could just pretend he was like everyone else. Today was the same as always and he clicked the 'sign on' button for AIM before looking to see who was on. Clearly there was no one because he decided to invite himself to a chat entitled, 'Anime.'
=====
Sango was extremely bored just waiting so she took it upon herself to go into a chatroom. It happened to be about her absolute favorite interest...Anime. So, to say she wasn't completely surprised out of her wit when "EyesofMidnight" entered the room would just be an under statement.
EyesofMidnight: Yo, what's up peeps?
'What...a...lamo...' she rolled her eyes thinking about how guys could act really weird sometimes.
Waruasobi03: Nothin much....
GurlyChica101: Hey! NMH either.
EyesofMidnight: Yeah, same here.
GurlyChica101: Oh shit! I left the oven running! My muffins are burning!
SmartAssMan: Dumb ass...
EyesofMidnight: Did any of you catch the last episode of Furi Curi last night?
Waruasobi03: Yeah! I personally loved it...Haruko kicks major ass.
EyesofMidnight: Yeah, she's cool.
Waruasobi03: Her and Naota were the best couple on the show!
She didn't mean to start getting gushy, but when it came to anime couples sometimes she got a little carried away...
EyesofMidnight: Yeah, I agree. Say, do you watch Trigun?
Waruasobi03: Never miss it.
EyesofMidnight: Who's your favorite couple on that show?
Waruasobi03: VASH AND MERYL!
EyesofMidnight: No way! I like them too!
'Sounds a little fruity if you ask me...' then it dawned on her, 'We have a lot more in common than I thought!'
SmartAssMan: Hey, A/S/L everyone.
GurlyChica101: I'm back...but...I got to go everyone! Love ya!
SmartAssMan: Okay, I'll start with myself...21/M/Japan
EyesofMidnight: 17/M/Japan
Waruasobi03: 17/F/Japan
AnimeLovaTess: Don't you hate people that don't talk in chatrooms?
SmartAssMan: Maybe like yourself, who just decided to talk now....
AnimeLovaTess: HEY!
Yoyoyodisiswack: YOYOYO...if you want to see me naked click here!
Sango decided that that was a good time to leave the chat. If her manager or even Kagome saw that flash across the screen she would have some serious explaining to do. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, thinking her mission was accomplished. That counted as talking to him, didn't it? Just then she heard the familiar ding of IM and saw a window pop up. Sure enough it was the one and only EyesofMidnight.
EyesofMidnight: Why'd you leave?
Waruasobi03: Ohh...well I'm not into that whole naked thing...you know?
EyesofMidnight: Lol, I understand. Do you still want to talk?
Waruasobi03: Sure...
EyesofMidnight: So, what's your name?
=====
The simple morning had turned out to be great. It was on the rare occasion that he found someone that liked to talk directly to him, and especially about all their shared interests. As he asked her what her name was he sat back to ponder just exactly what she could look like.
Now let this author tell you...Miroku is your average teenage boy. A complete pervert. Well, not complete, but sex was on his mind. Sometimes. Okay, I lied...a lot. He did have another side to him too; he could be compassionate and caring as well.
Waruasobi03: Seiko. How about you?
Well he couldn't just flat out tell her. That would scare her away or just turn her into crazy fan mode major. What would he say? Hey, I'm Miroku, Japan's hottest Pop star...I bet you stare at my picture every night...so technically I sleep with you...and...WOAH, Miroku, get a hold of yourself!
EyesofMidnight: Miroku.
You idiot! He mentally berated himself while smacking his head against the table repeatedly.
Waruasobi03: Kind of like that pop star. What are the odds?
EyesofMidnight: Yeah...heh...actually...
Waruasobi03: What?
EyesofMidnight: This kind of...IS him.
Waruasobi03: Oh...nice to meet you.
EyesofMidnight: That's it?
Waruasobi03: What'd you expect me to say?
EyesofMidnight: Well, most girls yell and scream and then stalk me...
Waruasobi03: Then I guess I'm not like most girls...now am I?
EyesofMidnight: I guess not.
Waruasobi03: Look, G2G...but if I come back on, and you're on, do you want me to IM you?
EyesofMidnight: Of course!
::Waruasobi03 Signed Off::
'Wow', he thought, 'what a woman.'
=====
Sango spun around in her swivel chair, running her hands through her brown, almost raven hair and smiling. She didn't expect to like him that fast. It was weird...she didn't even know the guy well enough yet to call him a friend but she found herself getting a crush on him. Perhaps it was the fact that she possibly had a chance. Some little bitsy piece of a chance.
No, her mind was screaming exactly that, no no no. He's just a conceited jerk like every other guy out there! He doesn't want to get to know you; he wants to get to know your body! She did not like him, and she never would. With a small 'hmph' she crossed her arms and made it over to her hotel bed where she proceeded to fall down in a plop.
Plus, she wouldn't give Kagome that kind of satisfaction. So, to get the story straight, she talked to him, he said some perverted things, and the rest was history.
=====
The guys all eventually found their way out of their beds, and to the family room area of their tour bus. As they normally did, Shippo took out a pack of cards, setting up poker hands for everyone and dealing out chips. The little rascal never tired of showing up his older companions and bandmates.
As Shippo laid his hand out he smiled and said, "Read 'em and weep, boys."
"Oh fudge, "Miroku said while comparing his measly pair of two's to Shippo's four of a kind.
Kouga grunted while smacking himself in the head, thoroughly frustrated that his two pair didn't win this round. Inuyasha rolled his eyes while laying down his hand and grumbling about how he was close...just so close to crushing the little buggar.
All heads turned as the van came to a screeching halt and a loud bump sounded from the back of their vehicle.
"What the hell?" Inuyasha announced as he rose and made his way towards the center of all of their curiosity.
Each of the boys looked at one another, knowing exactly why he was the one to get up and check on the bump, before they all stated flatly, "Kikyo..."
Kikyo was Inuyasha's on and off girlfriend since...well, ever since they met, and she was also their manager. They had all warned him to be careful, if he was going to date the boss and he better be good to her, real good, or he would regret ever laying eyes on her.
They both emerged, fumbling a little bit, and her looking like she had just wrestled a grizzly bear with her bare hands.
"Why'd we stop?" Shippo inquired while wiggling his nose when Kikyo took out a pack of cigarettes and set the small white tube ablaze.
"'Cause," she said while blowing a puff of smoke in all of their faces, making them cough, before continuing, "We're staying at this hotel for the night."
"Some warning would be nice..." Kouga mumbled while shuffling all the cards together and putting them back into their rightful container.
"Is thirty seconds enough warning for you? Or would you like me to stick my heel up your ass as a warning signal?"
Kouga glared at Inuyasha. They all blamed him for making her this way. "No mam."
"Any more problems?" everyone stayed silent as they found their own hands to be quite interesting, "Good. Ayayay, I should make a damn complaint box."
=====
Kagome's request to venture downstairs and into the lobby didn't go unnoticed. Well, of course it hadn't, she had already gone into half of her whiny routine before Sango interrupted and agreed. Kagome had gotten to the part where she would 'just drive her hot pink, and shiny I might add, beetle off a cliff' when Sango knew that it had gone too far.
Promptly, they both changed into their cutest PJ's and fixed their hair and makeup, because, as Kagome said before, a clerk down there was just so undeniably cute! Sango pretended to be sulking the whole way down, but inwardly she was just anticipating what dumb pick-up lines this guy would use on Kagome. This could be amusing.
As Kagome leaned on the tan marble counter and flicked her hair back, the boy instantly took notice. They stood, staring at each other for what seemed like minutes before he spat out the cheesiest line ever.
"Do you work for UPS? Because I saw you checking out my package."
'She better not fall for that...that was lame! Lamer than lame! The lamest!, ' Sango fought with herself before she heard a giggle and an 'Oh you...' from Kagome, ' I can't believe she fell for that...'
All of Kagome's giggling faded into the backround as Sango heard her own blood rushing in her ears. The one thing she was trying to forget just materialized in front of her. Miroku. With his band. She snapped Kagome's tank top strap before trying to tug her away.
"Sango! What? I'm in the middle of an important conversation," Kagome gritted out through her teeth.
"Uh, Kagome, let's get going, okay?"
"No!"
"Please Kagome, please! I left something in the room! I need it!"
"Oh...my...god!" Kagome squealed.
Sango turned and realized the infamous pack known as 'InBetween' was strutting right for them. There was nowhere to run, hide, or...just get away for that matter. Kagome's constant drone of screaming and laughing made Sango want to slap her. Instead she settled for covering her mouth, but the screaming didn't stop. She then realized that some girl, whom she didn't know, was pointing at her like an animal in a zoo and yelling like a banshee.
"Oh my god! It's Sango!"
"Um, no, you must be mistaking me for someone else..." her firm grip on Kagome only tightened as she tried to drag her away from the fan.
=====
"Hey...isn't that...?" Kouga pointed to a dark brown haired girl in her multi-colored striped PJ pants and tank top while looking rather confused.
"Yeah! That's that pop star...Sango or something..." Kikyo said as she straightened her business skirt and top and headed off in the direction of the girl who was trying her best to conceal her identity.
Before Kikyo could reach her prey, a crowd swept through and engulfed the missing girl. When it cleared out, she was gone.
"Damnit!" Kikyo huffed, throwing her hands in the air and then crossing them over her chest. She then proceeded to stomp off in this other direction.
All of them stared at Inuyasha, "Don't look at me! I didn't do anything!"
With a few "psh" sounds, the boys followed their manager like puppies to their room.
=====
"Hey, hey, HEY! What was that for?" Kagome whined while rubbing the sore spot on her arm from Sango's death grip.
Sango pressed the button in the elevator shaft for the third floor, "I told you I needed something."
Kagome was about to make another comment when she noticed the irritated look Sango was giving her. She would keep quiet for now, and for her own well-being she wouldn't bring it up until much later. But she would get her back, oh she would, because no one let's anyone get away with something like that. Especially a friend like Kagome.