I wasn't going to finish this (I know, I need a finish-what-you-started lecture) but in my summer boredom I was looking over my stories and that gave me some ideas. So, now everyone gets to read the second chapter! Yay!

Ch.2

"So, tell me again why you're here? This is my story, you know that right?" questioned a rather annoyed Rin as she glared at the driver's seat ahead of her.

"I certainly hope so, seeing as how this is the fifth time you've politely informed me of that," a young male voice replied in exasperation. "You know good and well that I was assigned to play babysitter."

Rin resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her companion. Having some freak trail her around was going to severely lessen her chances of getting up close and personal with the drool-worthy Sesshoumaru.

"Jesus Christ! I'm 25 and I need a babysitter? It's not like I'm going to go corner Sesshoumaru in an alley and rape him. I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself." Rin ended her rant with a snort while she assumed her favorite pouting pose complete with crossed arms and pinched lips.

Violet eyes caught sight of the girl fuming in the back of the van through the rear-view mirror and he couldn't resist a snicker at the scene which reminded him very much of a pouting five year old. "Shouldn't you be perfecting your make-up or practicing sucking in your fat or something instead of sitting there glaring at me? We're all most there."

Rin merely hmphed at his insulted, realizing that there were more important things to attend to than arguing with her coworker, Rin pulled out her handy-dandy compact mirror and began primping her hair. Suddenly, Rin's ears detected a familiar crinkling sound. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the noise's source. The driver's hand was digging through something in the passenger's seat and Rin was practically drooling by the time the hand had retrieved its prize. As the delightfully plump glazed doughnut was being raised to the driver's mouth, Rin broke her trance with a high pitched squeal.

"Inuyasha! I want one. Please, please, please, please!"

The driver turned around and laughed at the pleading girl.

"Hell no! There's only one and it's a Krispy Kreme, so you'll just have to live without it."

Rin felt her stomach rumble and she knew she could not survive without that doughnut. Reaching forward and grapping a handful of black hair, Rin began that desperate struggle for the doughnut. Inuyasha, who was not about to give up his tasty treat, almost had the doughnut to his lips and was preparing to cram it down his face while laughing at his coworker when suddenly the car lurched forward flinging the doughnut from his hands.

Turning his attention back to the road, Inuyasha was horrified to find that he was no longer on the road. The front of his van had been demolished along with the side of a long white limo.

Rin, peeking around the driver's seat, was the first to speak, "Oh my god..."

"You said that right sister," replied Inuyasha as he forced open his car door to meet man rushing from the front of the limo, presumably the limo's chauffeur.

Inuyasha stood nervously running a hand through his hair as a Mexican wringing a chauffeur's hat in his hands ran to survey the damage. Groaning and mumbling in Spanish the man seemed to grow more and more pathetic the longer he looked at the wreck. Hoping the man would stay that way instead of turning angry, Inuyasha approached him.

"Sir, the accident was obviously my fault since you were parked. I'll pay for all the damages. Do you need my insurance card?"

"You? You did this?" asked the Mexican. Inuyasha nodded in reply. "Then I suggest you leave very, very fast! Mr. Sonja will be so angry and Mr. Sonja does not control his anger very well."

Rin hurried out of the van when she heard her idol's name. "This is great!" Rin said grinning widely as she approached the two men. "Now we can meet Sesshoumaru and get the greatest story ever!"

Inuyasha slowly shook his head at the young woman. "Rin, you are an idiot," he said as he rubbed his upper nose. A headache was coming on strong and it was only eight o'clock.

"Hey! HEY! What happened to Mr. Sonja's limo?" squeaked a young man as he sprinted towards the group. Coming to a stop he attempted to glare threateningly at them, however the look lost much of its effect when it was combined with green hair and acme.

Much to the newcomer's displeasure, Rin began giggling happily. "Mr. Jaken! I've heard of you. Will Sesshoumaru be out soon? I'm dying to meet him. He's just so handsome!"

Before Jaken could speak, he saw from the corner of his eye, the man in question standing not far behind him accompanied by a smaller figure, the attorney.

"Speak of the devil," mumbled Inuyasha as he nervously eyed the infamous Sesshoumaru. The star was at least a head taller and Inuyasha suspected that if the Mexican was right, he might be leaving a little ruffed up.

Rin simply stood there blushing madly and she looked over her favorite celebrity.

Sesshoumaru ignoring the poparatzi pair stared down at his two employees, "Is anyone going to explain to me how my limo has acquired a new attachment?"

Inuyasha timidly stepped forward, "Well sir, it all started with a doughnut..."

Sesshoumaru's lips slowly curled into a snarl. "A doughnut?!"

Without waiting for a confirmation Sesshoumaru released his anger with a swift punch to Inuyasha's gut.

Rin's eyes grew very, very wide at her idol's behavior. It was just so manly! Stepping over her fallen assistant, she opened her mouth to speak to Sesshoumaru, but he had already turned to his attorney.

"I suppose I'm going back in that damned cell. We're going to need some more bond money and some aspirin." With that Sesshoumaru and his employees turned to meet a running trio of police and Rin was left to tend to a groaning Inuyasha.

While lightly rubbing his stomach in hopes of easing the pain, Inuyasha said, "That was your beloved Sesshoumaru? I hope you have a more realistic opinion of him now."

"Of course! He's much more manly and much more handsome then the magazine pictures lead you to believe."