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Disclaimer: Turns out there is no Inuyasha black market. Kidnapping, perhaps? Whatever, I don't own Inuyasha or other characters. Yet.

Chapter 3: Meeting and Greeting

Miroku:

Inuyasha and I were getting desperate. That's pretty sad. I had always never had a problem with money before. I had a healthy, wholesome upbringing with lots of money. It's seems selfish, but I always got what I wanted. And I wanted a new apartment. Okay, needed is more like it. My last housing had proved unsatisfactory. All right, I was kicked out for suspicious behavior. It wasn't that bad! I only blew up one wall; it wasn't even my fault.

Narrator:

It was 2:55 when Miroku and Inuyasha were supposed to meet their new potential roommates. Five minutes.

"You know, Inuyasha, you could have been nicer. They probably aren't going to show."

"Feh. Like I care. I can take care of myself."

"Lies."

Two minutes.

"Where are they?"

"I don't know. We don't even know who we're looking for. YOU hung up too fast."

"It's not my fault. Your flirting was giving me a headache."

"Well, I needed some way to get a spot. They chose us out of ten prospective buyers, Inuyasha."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, you should."

"Well, I don't."

"You're just too cynical."

"Feh."

Thirty seconds.

Negative thirty seconds.

"They're not here, let's go."

The sound of tires screeching and slamming of car doors ensues this comment. Out of the car jumped two beautiful females. One, with the darker black hair, comes skipping toward the statue. The other with fiercer looks, Miroku notices, follows slowly. The skippy one sits down on a bench on the other side of the statue, oblivious to the boys looking curiously at her. (Well, Miroku was openly looking, and Inuyasha kept sneaking looks pretending not to care.) The other girl comes and beings to look around.

"Kagome, need you look so ridiculously like a four year old? We're here on business. Look sharp."

"Right!" says the skippy one, or Kagome. She folds her leg over gracefully. She straightens her back and puts on a regal face. The other girl's face faults.

"Sango, we're here on business!"

Sango plops next to Kagome. They start talking about school, both complaining airily about the hours.

Seeing that these were the Kagome and Sango they needed, Miroku grabs a fistful of Inuyasha's hair (he was trying to sneak away) and walks over with a smile.

"Why, hello there. I am Miroku and this is Inuyasha. Are you Sango and Kagome?"

Clamping a hand over Kagome's mouth, Sango replies cheerily, "Yes, I'm Sango, and this . . ." she pauses. ". . . is Kagome." Kagome tries to say something, but can't/ Inuyasha smirks, earning a glare from Kagome.

"Er . . . so, ah, where is t?" Miroku was trying to make a good impression, that's why he wasn't asking his age-old question or letting his hands wander. It was getting harder and harder.

"It . . . ? Oh, the apartment. Yes. Do you have a car?"

"No."

"Coolie! We use ours! I drive!" Kagome had escaped Sango's grasp.

"NOOO!"

But it was too late for Sango. Kagome had flounced over and swung herself unto the car.

"Who's got shotgun?"

"ME!" Inuyasha says loudly.

"Er, Sango? Should we be . . . worried?" Miroku asked as Kagome revved the engine to their pink convertible loudly.

"Yes."

"C'mon guys! I'm getting old here." Inuyasha had just noticed the color of the car and was complaining about riding in the hell machine, as he called it. Kagome was yelling right back at him.

"Er, Miroku?" said Sango nervously as they entered the car.

"Yes?"

"Hold on tight."

Kagome got off the a screeching start.

"Kagome, red light!"

"It's yellow."

"Red."

"Yellow!"

They zoomed past. Inuyasha really wasn't helping at all.

"Faster!"

"Okay!"

Miroku was getting sick in the back seat. She was worse than Inuyasha, and her car couldn't go as fast as his. She stopped suddenly; everyone's heads hit whatever was in front of them, the tires squealing in protest.

"We're here!" Kagome and Inuyasha were both unfazed by the wild ride they had just been through, and jumped out of the car, arguing the whole way to the door. Miroku and Sango were both VERY dizzy.

"No matter how many times I experience that, I will never get used to it." Sango said queasily.

"You've gone through that before?!"

"Yes."

"I feel for you." (not that way, you perverts.)

Walking next to each other, they went inside.

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