Inuyasha had paced through the juvenile section, there was storytelling, but it was by a geriatric old woman, and he was simply not interested. He returned to Kagome's desk for he had nothing better to do. He was not going to do any reading.
"Whatcha doing, Kagome?" He asked when she was obviously stamping books and placing them on a shelf. "Stamping these books in..." she replied without looking up.
"Uh huh..." he feigned interest. "I'm having my first match today." He swayed back and forth as he spoke.
"Already? Good for you." Her demeanor was disinterested because she was still rather miffed at him.
"You gonna wish me luck?" He scooted up towards her a bit.
"Sure, good luck," she glanced up at him.
"Are you going to give me a kiss for good luck?" He pressed, getting even closer.
"You'll be fine." She insisted as she pushed him away from her desk with her stamping hand.
Shrugging, he left her desk and began the walk home, trying to remain nonchalant about everything.
Kagome pushed her glasses up her nose and continued stamping, groaning with slight irritation.
When Inuyasha arrived at the Sunset Shrines a few moments later, he found there was a limo waiting in the street in front. Mrs. Higurashi was standing outside conversing with the driver.
Inuyasha ran up to her brimming with excitement.
"Inuyasha, this is a big day! I'm sure you'll do wonderfully. These people are going to take you to the match, and they'll take you here afterward. Good luck!" She doted and kissed him on his right temple.
Inuyasha laughed, realizing the irony of this. The chauffeur opened a door for him, and he got inside.
He was silent during the ride. It was interesting to be treated in such a way, (although he wished it were Kagome who would pay him special attention), but he rather wished he could just walk there.
When he got there, however, he understood why the car was so important. This place was packed with people swarming everywhere. Some even pressed their faces against the windows, trying to see who was inside.
Soon enough they had driven around through some gates and they were no longer being swarmed.
Inuyasha was escorted through an unmarked door on the back of the building. He was surprised at how well lit it was. The room was full of people, it seemed to be in a happy state of total chaos.
"Inuyasha?" A young female approached him.
"Yes..."
"Nice to meet you, my name is Yoko and I'll be in charge of your make-up. This way please." She bowed and directed him to a make-up table. As she pulled out a compact full of foundation he felt alarmed.
"Hey, wait a minute! You're going to give me a make-over?" His asked incredulously, feeling his masculinity being threatened.
"Well, not a make-over, just a bit of make-up so that you look good on camera. I wouldn't change you, cutie. Where did they get you, anyway?" She stroked his bicep lovingly.
Inuyasha drew back. "No way. You ain't putting that girly shit on my face. No way, no how!"
"But you have to!" Yoko protested, placing a hand on her hip. "It's part of your contract! We can dress you up any way that we want!" Yoko had been through this routine before.
"I am NOT a woman!" He stood up and argued, "and make-up is for women, therefore you should not put make-up on my face. "
Yoko could have argued this better but she did not have the patience. "Listen, no make-up, no costume, no fighting, comprende?"
Inuyasha sat back down and let out a low growl.
He didn't like the smell of the powder that she applied liberally to his face and neck. He hoped that this was worth it as he watched the mirror as she colored his face almost the exact color that it normally was. "Why on earth are you doing that?" He practically exploded because she put foundation on his lips and then put a pale, flesh-colored lipstick on his lips.
"because that's what you do..." was her only response, he did not ruffle her feathers at all.
She however, ruffled his feathers plenty. "Close your eyes," she instructed.
"What the hell is that!" He practically fell out of his chair in squirming away from her.
"It's mascara."
"Well, it's not going on my eyes!"
"Just on your eyelashes," she corrected.
"No, it's not!" He insisted.
"Just a little bit?" She pretended to be considering his wishes but then foolishly tried to put it on him despite his protests. This knocked them both to the floor.
The mascara bottle was made not to pour out onto them, but the applicator brush scraped against his skin and made a black striped pattern over one of his eyes.
"Why did you do that!" Yoko shouted in rage.
"Why did YOU do THAT?" Inuyasha quiped.
"Are you almost done, Yoko? I need to get started on his hair." A short-haired man approached her.
"No, but I would have been! Look at his face! I have to take it all off and do everything all over again!" Inuyasha went rather pale. All over again? And then someone screw up his hair? This fight had better be worth it!