THE BULLY AND THE BOSS

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Author's Note: Hey, I was relieved with all the reviews I got--especially all the encouragements ^_^ Thanks so much! I at least know there are some people out there who want to read this, so this chapter is for all you guys who reviewed for the previous chapter! You know who you are! ;) Oh, and *yes* I do read all the reviews...they all come to me in email :)

Oh, and don't ask me how a 19-year-old can be the manager of a fast-food restaurant. Let's just pretend that Kagome went to college right after high school and worked *really* hard ^_^;; Hey, what would I know about what happens after high school? I'm only 14; I'm still in elementary school in grade 8!! ^^;;

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~ Chapter Two ~

The Black-Haired Boss

Kagome slowly took out the papers from the large orange envelope and looked through it. She shook her head and put them back into the envelope. All of the job applications were the same. They wrote the same thing that didn't catch Kagome's attention very well.

'I think I'm different from the other people who apply for this position because...'

Because they were right for it. Because they were perfect for the job. Because they would give 100% focus for the job.

They wrote gibberish that Kagome wasn't really interested in. It was more like half the people who applied for jobs were applying to Harvard University. This was a WacDonald's, for God's sake! It didn't need 100% focus. It was just a job to take people's orders, give them their food, and smile at the end and say, "Have a great day."

Kagome let a sigh escape her lips and leaned back against her comfy office chair. Besides having to read at least over God-knows-how-many applications a day, there were positive things about being the manager of WacDonald's around the corner of her home. She was paid well, her very own office was close to her house so she didn't need a car and forced to pollute the world, and half the time she and her friends had free meals.

The WacDonald's where she worked in was large. There were two floors, and on the second floor, there was a private section for the staff, and the office was deep in the building. Her office was comfy and nice, and Kagome brought many of her things to keep in her office to make herself feel at home. She had photos of her family and friends hanging on the wall, and also had a few of her stuffed animals that she kept for a long time in the corners.

Having this job, Kagome knew that she would have to use her money wisely. Every time she was paid, about half of them were to save up for university, and the other half was to spend it freely or help her mom with the house bills. Kagome had already graduated from college and ended up being the manager of one of the most popular fast-food restaurants in the world, but she wanted a diploma and get a better job in which she would both be paid a lot and enjoy doing.

Kaogme leaned forwards over her desk and picked up the paperback book that was on the corner of her desk.

"The Biography of Kikyou, written by Hido Jakradi..." Kagome read aloud, and stared at the photo of the popular singer and archer, Kikyou. She studied the way she looked. Her skin complexion was perfect and flawless. Her eyes gave off a signal of friendliness and were like looking at the dark, endless night sky. Her bright pupils and iris were like the stars of her night-sky eyes, and Kagome let out another sigh as she realized that she was envying this perfect and graceful woman.

Kikyou was what every woman wanted to be. Her success in the music and the sports business made all the guys drool over her. Her official website had over 500 000 hits a day. Her generosity was known throughout the whole country. She donated half of her earnings every month to help different charities.

Kagome adored Kikyou, yet hated her at the same time. She was extremely jealous that she had all the guys' attentions, that she was the richest woman in the country, and that she was *rich*. She didn't have to save up for university--heck, she didn't even need to go to university with the amount *she* was getting. All Kikyou had to do was sing one line from 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' and millions of smiles would form on people's faces--and singing the whole lyrics would make over a billion people smile. That was the kind of power and impact she had on others.

Kagome placed her elbow on the desk and laid her head on the back of hand and stared into space. She started to contemplate her own life compared to Kikyou's. She had something Kikyou didn't--her privacy. She could run around the street naked from a dare and not have anyone but her friends laugh at her, and only a few people on the streets with raised eyebrows. Besides, Kagome was happy with her life. Happy with the job she had. Soon, she would be out of managing WacDonald's and follow her dream--to be a writer or a teacher. She had plenty of time for that.

After all, she *was* only nineteen years old...

*Miss Higurashi, Kagura is outside your door to see you.* A voice from the intercom on her phone said, startling her thoughts.

"Alright, thanks. Let her in, Yamaki." Kagome spoke into her telephone intercom, and looked up at the door. She tucked a bit of her long black hair behind her ear and quickly put on her reading spectacles. She pulled out the job applications she was reading earlier and started to re-read them, watching the door from the corner of her eyes.

"Miss Higurashi, I checked the recent stats, and our sales--well not sales, but you know what I mean--it's going down!" Kagura burst through the door into Kagome's office, and she was taken by surprise that she jumped up slightly on her chair. Kagura was a jumpy and hyper young woman. She was *always* pessimistic about things.

"This graph clearly states--" She shoved a complicated graph under Kagome's nose and slapped it on the job application she was reading. "--that this restaurant's stats are decreasing. We are losing *customers*, Miss Higurashi, and unless you can just hire new people--look at all those job applications, there has to be at least one person you want to hire today!" Kagura shouted in an annoyed tone, and pointed to the large pile of orange envelopes.

"Yes, but not all of them are eligible." Kagome answered simply, looking up at the jumpy young woman, who was almost ready to pull her hair out.

"No, no, *no*! Not even one?! This *isn't* a college, Miss Higurashi--just hire some people around the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, although the limit is sixty...but the restaurant's customers are mainly teenagers and they don't want icky food that old people touched. I know these things, Miss Higurashi; I was a teenager not too long ago." Kagura said and took a deep breath after talking so fast.

"Yes, although it's quite hard to believe..." Kagome muttered under her breath sarcastically.

"Pardon, miss?" Kagura asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion with her arms folded.

"I said it's quite hard to believe that teenagers are picky about who makes their food these days." Kagome lied in a calm tone, and looked down at the graph that Kagura had shoved under her nose. She didn't want to show her spark of panic, but Kagura *was* right. Her restaurant's monthly customer stats were decreasing.

"I just came to show you, ma'am. Hopefully you'll choose to hire at least *one* person today." Kagura answered. She took the graph back and walked out of the office, and closed the door behind her with an irritated sigh.

Kagome shook her head and frowned after she had left. That woman was *too* pessimistic at times. She put away the job application and randomly took another one from the pile. She pulled the papers from the envelope and moved her eyes from side-to-side while skimming through the description of the question she was intrigued by the most, 'Why do you think you are different from all others who apply for the job?'. The answer was below what she had expected. In fact, it was the worst application submitted.

Kagome slowly moved her eyes to the top of the paper. Her eyes widened in shock when she read the name of the person who had submitted the application.

No, shock wasn't the word to describe it. She was stunned. Thunderstruck. Dumbfounded...

But then, a small, devious smirk formed on her face.

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Inuyasha turned the key in the lock and opened his apartment door and stepped inside. He took off his jacket and threw it aside and took off his shoes. He placed his keys in the little 'hook' that Naraku had installed. That boy was just too organized; always trapping himself in his room building things. He couldn't see why that Naraku could just get a job in being some sort of technician.

"Hey, man. Any mail?" Inuyasha called to Miroku, who was in front of the TV. He went into their small kitchen and took a can of coke and popped it open.

"Yeah, there was like...six hundred. I threw 'em all out. Useless junk to the people who used to live here." Miroku answered. He blinked and took his eyes off of the screen and stood up. "Except this one." He held up a white, professional-looking envelope and waved it in the air.

"That's the one I'm looking for. Pass it here," Inuyasha said. He took a quick gulp from the coke and placed it on the table. He walked towards him and swiped it from him. Quickly, he used his fingers to rip the envelope into shreds instead of opening it neatly. He took out the letter that was folded from the envelope, and read it aloud.

"'Dear Mr...yada yada yada...where does it say I'm hired--?" Inuyasha's eyes skimmed fast through the letter. "Here it is...'Your job application has been read by the manager of WacDonald's, and we are sorry to say that you have been rejected. Sorry for any inconvenience.' What the hell?!" He shouted.

"Means you weren't hired," Miroku said, sitting back down on the couch. "Too bad...where are you planning to apply next?"

"This is so retarded--the person who gave me the application sheets said that there are 1 in 2 chances that I'll be hired! And it's not like *you*--" Inuyasha threw the papers aside at his friend. He jumped up in surprise. "--have any part-time job to help pay for any of the rent. We're gonna kick you out to live with your mom if you don't start coughing up some cash to help us out."

"Hey, hey--I don't need a job. My old man's *the* assistant of the richest man in the world--Jikashi Iku!" Miroku exclaimed, waving the remote control robotically in front of Inuyasha.

"Jikashi Iku doesn't exist, you dumbass." Inuyasha said, grabbing the remote from his hand. He clicked on the ON/OFF button and the TV shut off, leaving Miroku with his jaw open. "You watch too many soap operas. They're for girls. Your old man's a con artist, in case you forgot."

"Give me that," Miroku argued, taking the remote control back and turning on the TV again. He placed his elbows on his legs and leaned forwards on the couch to view the TV screen closer.

"And where the hell is that Kouga?!" Inuyasha shouted. His temper, as it always did these days, was rising, and being rejected from a job he applied for wasn't helping.

"He went to buy more of those TV dinners," Miroku answered in the same boring, android tone. His eyes remained focus on the screen, endlessly watching the problem rising between Jenna and Hikari who had both slept with Ted--but in fact, Hikari had slept with Ted's evil twin brother and was now pregnant with a demon child who would grow up to be the most evil man, continuing his father's job to destroy lives by taking advantage of love.

"Stupid soap operas, you gotta stop watching them...they're taking over your brain..." Inuyasha muttered under his breath, and walked away. He sighed and put his jacket back on and stuffed his keys inside his pocket. He was just about to open the door, but it flung open by itself with Kouga holding two full grocery bags.

"Where've you been?" Inuyasha asked, frowning.

"I went to buy two months worth of TV dinners for you lazy asses," Kouga growled, and passed Inuyasha into the kitchen.

"You better not be referring to me as a lazy ass--I'm the one going around town trying to look for a part-time job, here. Miroku's just sitting on his flat ass on the couch watching stupid soap operas." Inuyasha pointed out, coming back in again behind Kouga.

"This place reeks of dogs, have there been dogs in here?!" Kouga shouted furiously, standing behind Miroku. Then, his eyes calmed. "Oh, right, I forgot I live with *you*," he said, turning to face Inuyasha.

"What the hell are you saying?" Inuyasha snarled. He curled up his fists and looked at Kouga threateningly.

"Never bother to clean this place up, do you? I'm the one who always buys food for this lazy-ass group--and I get this in return? Living in a dumpster with a robot watching soap operas, a dog who goes around desperately looking for a job and expects to get hired with freakish silver hair, and a guy who traps himself in his room planning to take over the world! I might as well just walk out on you *things* right now, and see how you survive..." Kouga grumbled, shaking his head.

Suddenly, Kouga felt himself getting pushed against the wall. His feet left the ground and slowly moved his eyes to look down. Inuyasha had pushed him and was holding him up against the wall by his collar, and was snarling at him viciously.

"Now, you listen to me. Miroku may look like he's not doing anything, but his pops gives us half of his earnings from conning idiots who actually fall for his stupid scams. Naraku takes huge risks by selling fake drugs to idiots who hooked themselves onto them. In case you've forgotten, he was shot twice and survived. He got shot to pay half the rent. And I'm trying here, to look for a job to keep myself in this place. There are people here who'd rather not be with their idiot parents. If you're not one of them, why don't you leave? We'll do fine without you," Inuyasha said, and let go of Kouga and he fell on the ground with a thud.

"Fine," Kouga muttered as he got up. He dusted off his shirt and glared at Inuyasha, heading for one of the bedrooms. Inuyasha stood in his way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"I'm getting my stuff; now get out of my way, dog." Kouga growled.

"I don't think so. As far as I know, you didn't come here with anything, and you're leaving without anything. Get out of here...you wolf." Inuyasha said.

"What the hell did you just call me?!" Kouga snapped at him.

"I called you a wolf, now get out. Have no idea why the hell you¡¯re so pissy this afternoon, but if you're gonna act like that, you're not wanted here." Inuyasha walked over to the door and opened it, and motioned with his head for him to leave.

"I'm glad I won't be staying here with you bastards. Watch you all die of starvation next week," Kouga said, and passed Inuyasha and left. Inuyasha swung the door, hard, and it closed with a huge whack. Even with the door closed, he could hear Kouga's angry mumbling down the hall.

"Stop fighting, you two--Ted's making his decision whether he wants to stay with Jenna or Hikari!" Miroku yelled, apparently not really aware of what was going on in the background.

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Kagome sat in boredom, spinning her pen with her fingers and blowing the layered front hairs up that came down in front of her eyes. She sighed and leaned back against the chair and spun around.

'Another boring day of work...another day to try and hire a decent person...' Kagome thought. She yawned and pulled out an orange envelope. She was beginning to dislike this job. Half the work had to be done at home, and when she was actually at work in the actual building, she had to look at all the job applications. Her secretary Kagura and other staff also looked at job applications and they didn't have such high expectations, so at least 2 people were hired a day.

However, it was rare to have just one person hired by Kagome a month.

"Miss Higurashi, the board contacted us today--look! They said you have to hire at least 4 people a month and lay down at least 2 really bad workers. You haven't hired *anyone* this month!" Kagura slammed down a letter from the board onto Kagome's desk. She looked at it, and read through the letter. She sighed.

"I looked at almost all of the job applications from yesterday and I could tell that not one of them was even interested in making a good impression on the applications. That says a lot, you know--lazy slobs with acne, taking people's orders and saying 'Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it' in a *boring* tone--and that's not even WacDonald's slogan! Is it?" Kagome asked, looking up at Kagura through her small glasses.

"No, ma'am, that's McDonald's. Justin Timerlake's your idol, how can you not know that?" Kagura asked, shaking her head as if she had not known the most obvious thing in the world.

"Justin Timberlake is *not* my idol. I don't even like that kind of music, it's kiddish." Kagome answered.

"Whatever. Anyway, oh right--before I forget, someone filed a complaint on our restaurant." Kagura said.

"What?!"

"Not on our food, but on its service...of jobs. Someone by the name..." Kagura looked down at her clipboard and skimmed through her papers. "...by the name 'Inuyasha Herik-Jikradi' filed a complaint saying that...um, I think you should actually read his complaint. It was filed yesterday." Kagura unclipped one of the papers from the clipboard and gently laid it on the desk as if it was a fragile piece of glass.

'Dear whoever hell the boss is,

Your restaurant sucks!

That lady who gave me the application said there's one in two chances of getting the job.

How did I not get the job?! What did I say wrong? I want to know!

If I don't get a reply in a day or something, this complaint will be filed further!

-Inuyasha'

Kagome frowned. Inuyasha was still a jerk as ever, as she remembered him to be. Did Inuyasha know that the girl he used to bully around was the manager of the restaurant? No, he didn't know...or else his letter wouldn't have sounded so full of himself.

And then, that same devious smile formed on her face.

"Kagura, this person who filed the complaint--you said his name was Inuyasha?" She asked.

"Yes...why?" Kagura questioned, with her eyebrows raised.

"Inuyasha also submitted one of those job applications, correct? Get him hired with the time he wanted." Kagome ordered, and started to put all of her papers on the desk together.

"Of course, ma'am, but why the sudden decision...? With your obsession of the perfect application, why hire the person who filed a complaint against us?" Kagura asked curiously, with a slight smile.

"Oh, nothing, nothing...it's just that this person seems very feisty and determined--you know those stubborn kind of people who will do anything they want or will do anything to prove themselves right...it's exactly the kind of model we need at our restaurant for some customers' attentions." Kagome explained. With the neatly piled papers, she handed it back to Kagura with a hidden smile.

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"That Kouga is pissing me off--half of the mail is from him telling us off! Miroku, you're responsible for the mail, clean it up!" Inuyasha shouted furiously. He was in a bad mood since the day he found out he was rejected from WacDonald's--he was *never* rejected. Half the time, he quit his job because he felt that the pay wasn't enough. No one told Inuyasha off and got away with it.

Inuyasha wasn't the only mad one in the house. Miroku seemed in be in a bad mood also, because recently his favourite soap opera had been canceled just before Ted had a chance to find out that he had an evil twin brother who got Hikari pregnant with a demon child. He had never been in a sourer mood. He had stopped checking the mail and didn't bother to pay his share of the rent. He usually wandered around in the streets in the evenings and came home tired.

Naraku had also recently decided to move out of the apartment, for he no longer wanted to take risks just to pay the rent of the apartment. He moved in with his little brother, Hakudoushi, who was still in his first year of college.

So it was just Miroku and Inuyasha. Out of the four bedrooms they had, two were empty and were used to store their 'junk' in. It was even harder now to pay the rent with two people gone, and Inuyasha was desperate for a job...

...until he checked the mail himself.

"Stupid Miroku..." Inuyasha mumbled angrily through gritted teeth, throwing out all of the mail that were stuffed in their tiny mailbox in front of the apartment door. He went through every single envelope just in case there was any mail for *them*. Only about one in five letters were for them, and the rest were for the people who used to live here. And the letters that were for them was just stupid offers and subscriptions that they no longer had the money for.

"What the hell is this?" Inuyasha asked himself as he came across a large orange envelope. His eyes were glued upon it and slowly walked towards the couch in a hypnotized motion, and sat down. With his fingers, he ripped open the large envelope and pulled out a bunch of business papers.

"Dear Mr Herik-Jikradi...we are extremely sorry about your first job application..." He read, and browsed through the letter to the bottom. "We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted, and you have been hired as a part-time worker as an advertiser?! What the hell is this, I applied for french-fry maker!" Inuyasha exploded, suddenly standing up on his feet.

"Be happy you got the job at least," Miroku mumbled as he came out of the kitchen with a can of Coke.

"You're right--but ADVERTISER?! What if I have to wear one of those stupid costumes and stand outside in the streets?" Inuyasha asked, looking through the bunch of papers and forms.

"Didn't you apply to WacDonald's?"

"Yeah..." Inuyasha answered absent-mindedly, reading through the forms.

"They don't have those kind of advertisers. I think you have to make up catchy slogans and stuff...or something." Miroku took another gulp from the Coke.

"Let's see...'Your job will begin on April 13th, after Easter Weekend at 11:30 AM to 6:00 PM. Your paychecks will be given to you weekly or monthly, however you choose. We hope to see you at our clean-service WacDonald's! Sincerely...' Oh, dear God." Inuyasha's insides froze and he forgot how to breathe. He stood very still, holding the letter, and stared at the name of the manager.

"What?" Miroku said, coming up beside Inuyasha. He peered over his shoulder. "Sincerely, the Manager of WacDonald's, Kagome Higuras--oh, shit...I know that name anywhere...grade 6, Shikon Elementary School, the girl we bullied--oh shit, I'm glad *I'm* not working there...good luck, man." He said, and patted Inuyasha's back and walked back into the kitchen with a slight smirk.

Inuyasha's body was frozen in that standing motion, just staring at that name on the newsletter flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. *Stunned*.

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a/n: Sorry I took long to update...I'll try to be faster. So, do you know where this is going? ;) Oh, and I'm wondering if anyone watches the subbed version of Card Captor Sakura, I watch Inuyasha from anime-kraze.net, does anyone know where I can download the CCS *SUBBED* episodes? Oh, and don't ask how I got Inuyasha's last name...I was just thinking of any gibberish -_-;