AN: As much fun as I had writing this chapter and story, I also found it exceedingly hard to keep up with the happy attitude that this whole story is taking on. Not that it's not suppose to be happy, actually this is going to be a fairly happy fic. There is no evil villain that is out to kill them, there is no ulterior motive behind the contest (except the obvious idea of publicity to sell more products) , and most of all, this is NOT a songfic/bandfic. There WILL be references to music but no actual full written lyrics where a character would karaoke or sing to another one.

Music in general plays a part in Kagome's memories and that's why she has the guitar (as mentioned later in this chapter)or might hum or sing to herself at times. In the beginning of this story she was in an amateur band but only went in it to help a friend (later in this chapter it is explained a bit more). She has no intentions of being in a band or famous singer so if you believe that in the end of this fic that the group will be a band, you'll be sadly mistaken and possibly disappointed. Out of the group of characters that will be appearing in this story there will probably be a grand total of three to five that are musically talented in all (not all being part of the group of winners either).

If you're wondering why I went into the idea that this is not a songfic/bandfic it's because of the large amount of authors that have put lyrics into their stories and were seemingly made into songfics. I didn't want this story to be thought of as you're average songfic/bandfic because it isn't, nor will it ever be.

Alright aside from me being paranoid that people will think that this is going to be a songfic/bandfic, I apologize for not posting earlier. I've actually been working on a science project for the last few months and have gotten absolutely nowhere near finishing it still (stupid urban planning report which they gave me no information about grumbles). Unfortunately the project itself is one of those ones where if you don't finish it, you can't pass and gain the credit for the course. It's depressing because I'm already behind in some credits from last year (I was home schooled for one semester with one course).

Secondly I want to also apologize for this chapter being so fast-paced. I wanted to get the vacation going so that the rest of the characters could appear. It's just so lonely without more characters to bug.

This is the last note I promise! The first two chapters were put in before QuickEdit was put into effect on so my formatting for those chapters disappeared. Should I take them down and fix them up (I also noticed a few spelling errors u.u;) or just leave them the way it is and get on with the story? Please tell me you're ideas in a review.

Now that I've said my chapterly apology, here's the story. Remember to R&R!
-Air Angel

Chocolate Wishes

Chapter 3: To Okinawa

After my meeting with Kagura, I had happily left the conference room only to meet Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi waiting in the hallway. It took a lot of patience and bribery to get back on their good sides and also to keep them from telling the rest of Japan I was the winner of the contest.

Surprisingly, the next few months were almost exactly like it was as usual. Aside from the odd call from Kagura, the media hadn't gotten a hold on who I was so my life had still been just my own.

The last few days before summer started I started packing. My mother had been a little upset that I wouldn't be home at all during the summer but it was easily made up for when I offered to call at least once a week.

I was now patiently waiting at the airport for my ride to Okinawa with, oddly enough, only two pieces of luggage. One with my clothes, a few nicknacks, and photos I didn't want to leave behind (because I probably could buy a whole new wardrobe while on this vacation) and the other was my guitar, which had been a present my father had given me shortly before he died a few years ago.

The guitar was something I couldn't live without even for one day . . . not that I was very good at playing it. I was a much better singer, at least to my knowledge I was decent or Ayumi wouldn't have wanted me as the singer to the band we had attempted to start awhile ago. A band in which I never really wanted to be in to begin with for two reasons. One being that music today was either sappy romance or meaningless drivel and the second being that Ayumi had only wanted to start the band to humor Hojo, who had said he always wanted to be in a band. Sure it was a nice idea but Ayumi was only in it for Hojo and Hojo, though he claimed he wanted to be in it, never really showed up often to actually get it moving and then, of course, he moved. I think out of all of us the only person that was in the band that actually was in it for playing or atleast being on a stagewas Yuka. She always had a soft-spot for stardom. Eri hadn't wanted to take part in what she called 'A hopeless act for attention'.

Back on the subject of luggage; I didn't want either bag to be on the plane without me so I had contacted Kagura to get me extra carry on luggage spot. I had heard one too many stories of how luggage could be lost.

The next plane was called and I scrambled over to where a few now empty waiting seats were so I could sit down for awhile. Sighing, I slumped into a seat, half wondering if Kagura had heard that the plane had been delayed. I should've left a little over an hour ago put the plane was yet to be called to leave.

I got a tingling sensation, one of those ones that make you think someone is watching you and I glanced at the people sitting around me. To my left sat an elderly couple which seemed intent on napping on eachother. To my right, a man maybe a couple years old then myself, was watching me. He seemed to lean closer. Completely creeped out, I jumped up out of my seat and offered it to a woman, which I'm pretty sure was pregnant, who had been looking around helplessly for a seat only a few seconds before.

Happy that I was now away from that . . . weirdo, I realized that I was once again seatless, though this time I didn't have anytime to look for another one because the plane had finally been called.

I quickly went to my exit and boarded the plane. I sighed sadly looking at my second class ticket. I had been hoping that I could've ridden first class but Kagura had said something about how it was likely that reporters would think that the winners of the contest would be either riding first class or third class. First class because it was the best, and third class because it was the least likely place that a rich company would have a person ride.

Huffing a bit, I swung my bag and guitar up into the overhead storage compartments that an attendant had pointed out for me to use. While doing so I recognized a person who was walking up the aisle, seeming to be counting the seats. I practically dove into my seat and slipped the hood of my sweat shirt over my head and watched as he walked by, then sit down a few seats ahead of me. It had been that weirdo again.

From where I sat I watched the man, look to see if he was some type of stalker, or just coincidentally another passenger on the place. He seemed oblivious enough so I went back to musing my own thoughts, completely missing the angered voice of the same attendant that had helped me earlier, who had just walked past the weirdo.

I mentally wondered if a some point I could take a detour and go to a beach. I hadn't gone to the beach in Okinawa since I was sic, my father at the time being still alive and Souta only being around a few months old. I remember collecting seashells with my mother while dad sat under our beach umbrella with Souta, pouting a little and complaining that HE had to be the one with Souta doing nothing.

My trip down memory lane was broken as a flight attendant strolled down the aisle speaking on a microphone.

Strapping myself into my seat, I half listened as the attendant went on to talk about the oxygen masks that were above all the passengers, and instructed us all on how to use them in the chance of an emergency. After that she went onto where to locate motion sickness bags (which I and probably many other people prefer to call barf bags) before I completely tuned her voice out. It wasn't until then that I realized I hadn't slept for the last few days. I quickly drifted to sleep only to be jolted awake when the plane started moving. I slipped on a pair of headphones for the in-flight movie. If I couldn't sleep, I needed something else to entertain me until we reached Okinawa.

As much as it would be fun to say that the plane had crashed and I was now stranded on a deserted island with maybe a cute guy or two, I wasn't. The plane had touched down so softly I didn't realize that we were on the ground until the flight attendant (which I had learned was named Mami from reading her name tag) had said so. Kagura had told me that she would be waiting to pick me up somewhere, though I still didn't know if she had heard the plane was delayed.

When I finally found her waiting patiently by a support column, I couldn't help but notice how we seem mismatched. Her in a pale, violet business suit and me in my green sweatshirt and black shorts. She seemed unaffected by my unease and lead me out to a waiting...taxi.

I had looked at her, my expression clearly stating that I was not impressed but she just shrugged and said to get used to it until the contest prize really got underway.

We stopped in front of a hotel called 'Keseki no Umi' and I happily made note of the fact that it backed onto a beach.

Kagura went inside ahead of me while I grabbed my bags from the trunk.

Once I was in, Kagura came towards me with a key in her hand.

"Here's your key," she said handing me a card, "The room number is on it and it also allows you to use room service without charge."

"Trying to make up for the taxi?" I smirked as I looked at the card for the number.

"Well I can't let you starve can I? It does not seem like you brought much money with you in the first place."

I pouted, "Hey, just because I'm not wearing a fancy suit like yours doesn't mean I'm poor."

She just shook her head, "Let's get back on track now, you have the rest of today to act like a tourist all you want. I'll be back tomorrow morning to pick you up at 11. From there we'll head over to the centre where the contest announcement will be held."

"Ah," I said, a smile breaking out on my face a few moments later, "Do you know if this card-key thing will let me go on the beach?"

Once Kagura was gone I spent next to no time at all going to my room, which was on the third floor, and changing into a swimsuit I had brought. Grabbing a towel and sun screen before leaving the room, I literally skipped while humming to the beach.

There were a quite a few people so it took awhile to find a nice empty spot to lay my towel down. I watched as people swam around splashing others in the water as I put the sun screen on. I was almost finished when a flash of silver caught my eye.

There was a guy with silver hair walking down the sand.

At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but after seeing a few others also watching him confirmed that it was indeed silver hair. I had never known that silver dye existed so I automatically assumed he was a youkai.

I knew a couple of youkai back at home but they had all seemed aloft whenever I spoke to them. Because of that, I had given up the hope of communicating and being friends with them long ago.

As I watched this youkai, I didn't get the same feeling like the ones back home. It was probably because instead of the serious 'I am superior you insignificant human, you aren't worth my time' look the youkai I knew gave everyone, this one didn't match at all with his sulky angered look that he had.

Of course, I would be lying to say that I was only looking at his hair and his expression, though his eyes were something I would definitely love to see everyday for the rest of my life. Not to mention he was really well built.

I blushed and stopped watching the youkai when I realized that his anger had been directed at all those who were watching him as if he were some kind of god or a freak of nature.

Not wanting to embarrass myself, as the youkai was now giving everyone who was watching him their own personal death glare, I got up and sprinted into the water, half hoping it would wash away the red hue my skin was now taking on.

Surprisingly, he had seemed to disappear once I came up for a breathe after dunking my head under the water. I was a little disappointed but soon shrugged it off to enjoy the water. After all, who know when the next time I would get a chance to swim at a beach.

I ended up staying at the beach for a few hours before heading back to my hotel room. I had begun to look like a prune and now would be the perfect time to catch up on some well-needed sleep...After a shower of course.

It didn't take long for me to raid the bathroom of all it's free sample shampoo, conditioner and soap once I was done my shower. They would be good little souvenirs for my first stay at a seaside hotel.

Now I was relaxed, happy, and really ready to go to bed. So ready, in fact, that I didn't even realize I had crawled under the covers. If today wasn't tiring enough, tomorrow would definitely be.

I woke up to a knocking sound. Grumbling, I got up and staggered to open the door to see Kagura waiting.

"You're not changed yet,"she stated as she raised an eyebrow, "You're not even awake."

"What's...the rush...now?" I said while slowly blinking the sleep away from my eyes.

She sighed, "Wash-up, change and don't forget to be quick about it. We'll be late if you take very long."

"But I though we didn't need to leave until 11."

Kagura pointed to the bedside clock, "It's already 10:20"

I blinked twice before grabbing my bag with my clothes and rushing into the bathroom, "You're lucky I took a shower right before I went to bed last night," I called through the door while putting toothpaste on my toothbrush, "What type of clothes do you want me to wear anyways?"

"Something decent,"

I looked at my bag sitting on the floor, "Well that was descriptive wasn't it," I muttered sarcastically before stuffing the toothbrush into my mouth.

In the end I settled for wearing a pair of slightly frayed blue jeans and a red t-shirt. The green sweatshirt I wore from the day before was wrapped around my waist. If she didn't like it, it was to bad for her. That was about as flashy as I could get with the things I had brought.

She looked me over and sighed, "Is that what you call decent?"

"Well what am I suppose to wear? A floral-print dress?" I replied, sarcasm obviously dripping off my voice, "It's not like I brought clothes to impress anybody."

"I thought as much but I gave you the benefit of a doubt," She raised her hand and I finally noticed that she held a shopping bag, "You're lucky I bought you a back-up."

I took the bag and went back into the washroom, "You know, you actually have pretty good taste, though I still have no idea why I have to play dress-up for you," I said as I put on a soft black blouse and a dark flared pair of jeans.

I came out of the washroom and spun around for her, "I don't see why I had to change my jeans."

"I can't have you going around and looking like a poor person."

"I'm not even going to comment on that."

Kagura looked at the clock, "Alright, do you have everything packed up again?"

"It's not like I had much to unpack yesterday, it was only one day."

"That's good then, get you're bags. I have a car waiting downstairs for us."

I shouldered my guitar bag and quickly grabbed my other bag from the washroom floor where I left it earlier. We walked over to an elevator and rode to the first floor. When the doors opened I walked out but realized that Kagura was still in the elevator. She seemed to be staring at a petite white haired and very pale woman near the entrance.

"Kagura...?" I waved my hand in front of her face but suddenly she pushed me aside and strode over to that woman.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded angrily, "I thought you were also watching over one of the winners."

"I am."

"Then why are you here?!"

"I'm here because this is where the person I am watching is staying."

"That can't be right, this is where my person was staying! I thought we were all suppose to be at different hotels. Don't tell me that the others are here also!"

"No, Musou said that his was staying at a hotel on the other side of town."

"How the hell did you know he's on the other side of town?!"

"He told me two days ago."

"Then why are YOU here?!?"

"This is where I was assigned to stay."

"But I was assigned to stay here!"

"Kagura...," I placed my hand on her shoulder hesitantly, "Who's this?"

She instantly stopped fuming, "This is Kanna, she's taking care of one of the other winners like I am to you. Though WHY she is in the same hotel is beyond me."

"Well there are four winners aren't there?"

"Yes there are, why do you ask?"

"It's possible that two of us were put in one hotel and the other two in a different one."

Kagura was silent for a moment, "You know, for a poor person you're pretty smart."

"Er...thanks," I said before mumbling that I wasn't poor under my breathe.

"There is only one car."

Kagura looked at Kanna confused, "What?"

"There is only one car outside for us."

She looked out the window, "Don't tell me they want us to share car," she shook her head.

"What's wrong with sharing a car?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong with it, it's just I wish that they told us of their stupid plans ahead of time."

I glanced at the clock on the lobby wall, "Speaking of time, it's 10:45. How long does it take us to get there?"

"Ten minutes, hurry let's go," Kagura grabbed my arm and started walking to the door only to be stopped by Kanna.

"We can't leave yet."

"And why not?" Kagura snorted.

"Inuyasha is not here."

"Inuyasha?" I asked confused, "Is that the name of one of the other winners?"

"Yes, he is not down yet."

"We don't have time for this Kanna," Kagura said fuming, "Why didn't you go get him instead of waiting down here."

Kanna opened her mouth to say something when someone spoke loudly from the elevator, "Oi, Kanna! Let's get going, I wanna get out of here as soon as I can."

I looked over to the voice and froze, there stood the selfsame guy I had ogled yesterday at the beach with a duffle bag slung over his right shoulder. I couldn't tell if I was turning pale or a nice shade of red.

Translation Notes:
I wasn't intending to use any Japanese in this story but it just came out. I suppose it because I've seen it used so often in other IY stories when I read off of I won't be using Japanese terms much though and I most definitely won't be using it in terms of saying baka (completely overused and only referred to as idiot most of the time when it can be translated to many different words...mostly meaning the same thing as idiot though xD;.) or any other insults (i.e. kusoyarou).

Youkai - Demon(s)
- Most people already know that youkai means/is used as the word demon(s), this is just a note for those who don't. Also take note that youkai, when speaking of multiple demons, does not add an s or anything else on the end. The term youkai can be used singular or plural with no changes.

Keseki no Umi - Miracle(s) of the Sea
- I thought 'Miracle(s) of the Sea' was a fitting name considering it was a beach side hotel. Keseki meaning miracle(s) and umi meaning sea. Some people might translate it to 'Sea of Miracles' or just 'Sea Miracles'.

Sadly, I did not come up with the name by myself. At the point of naming the hotel I was a little stumped because I really didn't know what Japanese hotels would be called. I wanted something waterish because of the beach beside it. While I was debating, suddenly the song 'Keseki no Umi' from Record of Lodoss War - Chronicles of the Heroic Knight (TV series of Record of Lodoss War) started playing on my playlist (I always listen to music when I'm working or doing anything on my computer). I thought the title fit perfectly so I decided to use it.