Inuyasha shook his head while laughing at her.
Mrs. Higurashi proceeded to talk to herself. "Who is that on the T.V.?" "Oh, why I believe that's Inuyasha." "Yes, it is, that's my son-in-law!" "Really? The great Inuyasha is your son-in-law?"...
Inuyasha drifted away from her as she continued to act out the scene to herself. She couldn't wait for him to be famous so she could brag to her friends. Of course, this wasn't going to distract her from her main objective: to get some grandchildren. She was already concocting ways to use this to her advantage.
Suddenly, the agent came through the front of the shrine. He took off his shoes. "Ahh, there you are!", he exclaimed as he caught sight of Inuyasha.
Mrs. Higurashi just then noticed the agent. "I'll get you some tea," she said as she rushed off to the kitchen.
Inuyasha and the agent moved over to the kitchen table. The agent opened his briefcase and took out a thick, many paged document. "This is a contract that states the number of fights you will take part in this year, and the where you will be required to make appearances. You know, to sign autographs and stuff. Publicity gigs... of course, all of this stuff is subject to change."
Inuyasha flipped through the document, not really reading it. "So, these are all the fights I can get into?"
Seeing where Inuyasha was going with this, the agent was quick to respond. "These are just the fights you are required to get into. If you get into more fights that aren't in the contract, that you just decided to get into, we'll just look the other way... if you know what I mean..."
Inuyasha looked suspicious. "So, what's in it for you? Why are you doing all of this stuff for me?"
"Oh," the agent said, turning to page 35 of the document, pointing to a specific passage. "As you can see," he read aloud, 'Mr. Yomuri, for arranging Inuyasha's affairs will be entitled to fifteen percent of the aforementioned clients wages.,'" He then explained it in simpler terms, "for my services as your agent, I get 15 of your wages. Is that acceptable to you?"
Inuyasha smiled, money was all this guy wanted, they were both going to be swimming in it... not to mention, Inuyasha was going to be allowed to fight to his heart's content. "Yeah, sure. So, how am I supposed to get to all of these places?"
"Transportation will be provided for you by the wrestling league. In fact, there are a number of perks to your contract which I'm sure you will go for. One of them is a two-week paid vacation in March."
Inuyasha nodded contently, thinking about fighting.
Listening from afar, Mrs. Higurashi made her appearance. "Inuyasha is going to need a longer vacation than that, how about five weeks, in a more temperate month... like July," she suggested as she set a few cups on the table top (safely away from the document).
Subtley, she sat down at the table and took a listen to the wheeling and dealing of the agent.
"Well," he explained. "I don't think we can spare him for five weeks in the summer... how about four weeks in December?"
Inuyasha watched his future mother-in-law dealing with his future agent, facinated.
"Hmm...," she thought, "That would give him time for a nice Christmas with his family," (She was thinking of Kagome... and some possible additions... but Mr. Yomuri didn't need to know that he didn't have a family yet.) "but he could still use some beach time in the summer... how about two weeks in December and three consecutive weeks in the summer, any month, you pick..."
"Yeah, that's do-able! How about December 17th through December 31st, and June 7th through June 28th? Of course, there will be other times when he won't be working, but they won't be paid vacation."
"That'll do! Let me just read over the contract for a moment." She declared merrily. He made the changes to the document to include the changes in vacation time that they had discussed with a black pen before handing it to her.
She skimmed the pages relatively quickly and smiled more and more the further she went. "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Yomuri!," she exclaimed as she stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Alright!" He shook her hand. "You drive a hard bargain, Mrs... ?"
"Higurashi," she informed him.
"I guess we're done here. I'll call you when it's time to get ready for your first match, Inuyasha."
"Hey! Don't I get a say in this?" Inuyasha piped up.
"Um... sure. What did you want to change or add?" Mr. Yomuri turned to him, listening intently.
"... well...," Inuyasha thought. "...nothing really. I just wanted to have a say."
"Okay then." Mr. Yomuri shook Inuyasha's hand. "Sign here, and I'll call you when it's time to get ready for your first match."
Inuyasha signed the contract and Mr. Yomuri went on his merry way.
Inuyasha picked up his cup of tea. He sighed and drank some of it. "So when is my first fight, anyway?"
"Tomorrow." Mrs. Higurashi answered.
"Tomorrow?! That's soon!"
"What, don't tell me you had plans already?"
"Just to hang out at the library with Kagome."
"You'll probably have time for a bit of that."
"Well... I guess that's okay." He thought aloud, finishing his tea.
Mrs. Higurashi began preparing dinner as she spoke with him. "So, are you making in headway in your relationship with Kagome?"
"I'm not sure." He confessed as he set his head on the table.
"Well... Is she on speaking terms with you?"
"Yes."
"Then you're making progress."
"...but, I think she's mad at me."
"Okay, why don't you think of it this way: Are you better off with her now than you were this time last week."
"Well, last week I hadn't spoken with her in almost twenty years... so... I guess so."
"That's the spirit, son! You'll get me a grandchild in no time!" She grinned at the thought of a cute little boy or girl for her to cuddle, take to the park, show off to her friends, and spoil in general.
Inuyasha let his head go limp in a comic fashion. He couldn't allow himself to forget that she was just using him as a means of getting grandchildren.
He picked up his head as he smelled food being cooked. "Is that... ramen?" He perked up with growing anticipation.
"Why yes, it is." She smiled.
He grinned as she approached him, bowl of ramen in hand. It was pork flavored ramen.
"You are the best mom ever!" He declared before slurping down his noodles.
"Soon to be the best grandmom ever." She nudged him, and he nodded. She smiled knowingly. It was a frightening smile. It was a "haha! all of the pieces are falling in perfectly, my evil plan will soon be complete" smile.