a/n: I might actually have this under control now… with the help of joyrok. I didn't read the document manager like the dumb dumb dumb girl I am. so! chapter 3!
Miroku's place had gotten… considerably louder the past week. Kagome could swear she could graph the increase in ear wax build up.
"amazing…"
"mhmm, did you know it's a proven fact that your ears produce more ear crud if you're overexposed to loud noises?" Yuka stuck her pinky in her ear to check it out.
"ahh… two celestial gifts to my orbs!" Miroku had found them. "Why might you two not be working?"
….::Pause::….
"Oh My God, Miroku, that lord's son, you know the rich one that arrived last week, he just dropped his wallet."
"how clumsy of him, hope he knows we aren't liable." He began to turn around and while his attention was deterred, the two scampered off with their droopy white ribbons trailing behind them.
"Kagome, if he dropped his wallet we should go and help him get it back, Miroku won't return it" is this girl joking?
"Don't worry, I'm sure he has more of where that came from."
"Well… I've got to return these to him anyway…" Yuka slipped something out of her pocket and slithered off, leaving a very stumped Kagome. Was that a loincloth???
…? …? …?!
"Puhahahahahahahahahahahhaahaha" loincloth loincloth loincloth loincloth loincloth …
"If you keep laughing like that, you'll kill us all" said Sango from the bar. She passed the bent over girl a drink. "Hey, why don't you go and serve the people in room six? here." She rolled over to her two orange spongy things and quickly ushered the waitress from public view.
Kagome hiccupped; she was already feeling uncommonly happy and she had, what, a sip of alcohol? Kagome leaned her back on the door labeled with six tallies and stepped inside. These were the private rooms for people who wanted to … talk. They were usually full of drunk heirs and their sweetie pie heiresses but sometimes you ran into some powerful guys talking about all the wrong things. Little did they know that all the waitresses could barely keep from telling the grocer their 'time of the month' let alone important government secrets. (Somehow they never found out about their gob opening habits) Not to mention… even though Miroku made them all wear 'certified' earplugs, they could all read lips. That's why Kagome liked this part of her job best. It was like MTV, no, better. These people had no idea they were being punk'd.
The inhabitants instantly quieted and stared at her. She bowed deeply and did a butler arm twirl.
"Come on, sit with us." a blonde guy greeted while patting his lap. too cocky… not to mention, cheesy grin.
"Any other offers?" Kagome looked around hopefully. All personnel raised their hands, except one guy. He was sort of scruffy… but was tall and had a wide chest… all in all, the perfect couch. It was getting late and what's better than to doze and still get paid for it? She walked over and parked herself on his lap. A quiet guy across the table gestured to his ears after she poured a round of drinks. She nodded and stuffed the orange things in her ears. …hope Eri hasn't used them already. She dumbly smiled while lazily following the conversation. old news… She leaned back and dozed. Although the extensive chest gave a lot of wiggle room, it was harder than her earlier hypothesis. Hm… she had to be tired if she was thinking about sleeping on a washboard. She slipped her hands around his neck and languidly napped on his rigid figure.
"Da. This is bor-ring. Can't we go home?" A little girl tugged on a large man's tuxedo. He carried her away from the prying ears and eyes of his fellow businessmen and women.
"So my little spy, what have you learned?" The big man grinned, he loved playing these pranks on other corporate big heads.
"Da, what is crabs? … Amelia has them. Oh, and Francois and his secretary are going to leak out some bad information to make you look bad in front of the board…but you won't let them will you?" The little girl yawned, getting some of her black hair stuck in her mouth.
"Oh course not…" the man paused to think before breaking out into a grin, "you're a bright girl Kagome. My father didn't teach me to be as sneaky as you until I was five, let alone lip read Russian." . . .
Kagome was moving. No, she wasn't moving, but whatever she was on was moving for her. She opened her eyes and came face to face, with a scarf. Looking up, she dimly saw the outline of the scruffy boy from the freak house, as Miroku liked to put it. "I live over…" She tried to prop up on her elbows in scruffy-boy's arms but hit her head on his chin, and was out for the count.
"Mmmm…" early sunshine was playing across Kagome's face. She fluttered her eyelashes to gain focus… an action that could bring armies to their knees. Her view from the bed was very… odd. She was in Sesshomaru's room.