A/N: Okay, first thing to address: I DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, ABANDON MY STORIES. I know a lot of you are worried about Curse of the Gypsy, but I am putting fears to rest by saying that I have every intention of continuing with it. I just want to finish up Unexpected (because that's where my inspiration is) and then I will concentrate on finishing that up. With my hectic life hitting an even more hectic peak, I have practically no time to write. I am very sorry, but that's the way it is. I'll get to everything, I promise, but it will take me a while. I'm letting you know that right now.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to a few people:

Carmen (my brother's girlfriend), I hope you feel better sweetie!

MoonlightShadow4 (my co-conspirator (READ HER FICS!))I hope this chapter is everything you waited for.

Cattykit (my wonderful beta reader (READ HER FICS!)), sorry for not running you ragged lately.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own the wonderful idiot known as Inuyasha or any of said characters, but I like to dream about it. If I wish upon a star enough times...maybe...some day?

Unexpected

Chapter 7

Sometimes attraction needs a little bit of help,

Because unforeseen forces tend to appear,

And when circumstance threatens a happily ever after,

It's up to a little magic to keep it at bay...

The Hart house was in a flurry on Tuesday morning.

Someone had accidentally-on-purpose turned off the alarm clock in Yura and Kanna's room, making the twins horribly late in their morning ritual. They fought bitterly over who got to shower first, seeing as how there was only long enough for one of them to actually take one. The loser of the squabble...Yura...was forced to wash her hair in the kitchen sink.

Kagura, who never had a problem with her alarm clock, casually drank her morning coffee in the kitchen, looking over the morning paper as Yura ducked her head repeatedly in the sink, sputtering curses under her breath.

Sango, fresh as spring rain, walked down the stairs with a smile. There was no doubt in Kagura's mind that Sango had snuck into the twins' room and turned off their clock so that she would get first dibs on the shower. Sango also had no doubt that Kagura knew?and would say nothing. It was just something that happened every so often. Often enough to call it a habit, but not so often that everyone would get wise to Sango's method.

Said teenager sauntered past Yura and toward the coffee pot, pouring herself a cup and drinking it black as she rummaged through the cabinets for a granola bar.

Kagura sipped her coffee and, not even bothering to look over the top of her paper, said, "Not even bothering to hide it, eh?"

With a quick look to Yura, who was wrapping her hair in a towel and storming out of the kitchen, responded in the like. "Why should I? This is a two-birds-with-one-stone deal! I get the shower, and they don't bum a ride with us."

Kagura snorted, almost spilling her coffee. "You are evil sometimes."

"Only to evil people," she responded, grabbing her quarry and opening up the wrapper.

There was a second lapse of relative silence, apart from the scuffling of feet on the second floor, where the two step-siblings enjoyed a morning ritual. Then the doorbell rang. "It's open!" Sango yelled, knowing it was Kagome. "I swear," she said to Kagura, pulling out a chair at the table and plopping down. "She's been in this house for what? Thirteen years? And she still rings the doorbell?"

"That's Kagome," Kagura said with a smile hidden behind the sports section. "Her mother raised her polite."

"Good morning!" Kagome said cheerily as she entered the kitchen. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder and she carried a small sewing basket in the other. The contents were her latest project; no one needed to ask.

"Christ, Kag!" Sango said with a frown. "Did you sleep last night?"

"Not really," she responded sheepishly, hiding a yawn with the back of her hand. The dark circles under her eyes were darker than usual, and her blue eyes lacked their brightness. Her smile, however, was the same as ever. "I worked overtime last night, to make up for the shift switch with Ayame. Then I was working on my new design, and Hojo called, so I was up till three or something. No big deal."

"Night is the time to sleep," Sango lectured, looking more peeved then usual at this time of the morning. "You'd think your boyfriend has enough brain cells left to realize that he's going to get you sick!"

"San," Kagome sighed. "Can we go?"

"Have you eaten?" Kagura asked, folding up her paper and getting up. Kagome shook her head. "Sango, get her a granola bar, or I refuse to drive either one of you."

Sango grumbled, but did as she was told. Kagome hung her head slightly as she nibbled. "Thank you."

"Now we can go," Kagura said, tucking the paper under one arm and pulling her army jacket on as she marched out the door. The two other girls followed after her, Sango giving Kagome her patented "look" and Kagome trying her best to not notice that she was being "looked" at.

"Such a lovely morning," Kagome commented, changing the subjects with that ability that only she seemed to possess. It was impossible to stay angry with Kagome for very long. All she had to do was flash a smile your way and you'd forgive her in spite of yourself.

Sango hated that about her, and loved it at the same time. That was just the way of a best friend.

The three piled into Kagura's car and they were off for school. It was another fun day of trials, tribulation, and public humiliation that shapes every teenager into the person they will become in the future. A place called Hell. A place called Heaven. In other words, it was your average High School.

Once the automobile was parked, the three exited and began their respective day as they always did. Kagura headed toward her locker, bidding the pair a good day, and they arranged to meet later for a ride home. Kagome and Sango opted to wander around a bit instead of heading straight to their homerooms.

"I think we should go hang out in the cafeteria," Sango suggested. "I feel like a celebratory bagel with cream cheese!"

"I wanted to head over to the sewing room," Kagome guiltily replied. "I ran out of red thread last night and I need to grab some more if I want to get this dress finished."

"Kagome! Hey, Kagome!"

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, they were interrupted when three girls came racing up to them in the hallway. All three were dressed in school jerseys and blue jeans. One had straight dark hair, and wore a headband. One had wavy hair to her shoulders. And the third had her hair held back in a small ponytail. Yuka, Ayumi, and Eri were their names, and they were the joint captains of the high school's cheerleading squad. They had also been friends of Kagome since she was on the freshman team.

"Hi. Ayumi, Yuka, Eri," Kagome said to them each in turn, a polite smile on her face.

Sango groaned. "What do they want?" she hissed into Kagome's ear.

"Hush," Kagome whispered back between her teeth. "What can I do for you, girls?"

"We wanted to talk to you," Ayumi said politely.

"Alone," Yuka added, looking at Sango in a way that she probably thought was stealth.

Sango frowned, narrowing eyes that were shifting from their soft lavender to a dark gray. "It's a free country, I can stay if I want!" she snapped. It was a well-known fact that Sango hated cheerleaders, and it was an even more well-known fact that they hated her right back. It was some kind of unwritten rule.

"This is important," Eri said in a commanding voice, as if she could intimidate Sango into leaving. "This is just between us and Kagome."

Oh, how wrong she was!

Sango repressed the growl in her throat and opted for a calm, composed demeanor. One breath, then another, then a wicked smile that started on the left corner of her mouth and spread. Kagome gulped, knowing that look well. Sango was at her most deadly when she smiled. "You might not want to talk so much, Eri, the helium might leak out of your head."

All three cheerleaders scowled in the same moment. "It's people like you that destroy high school," Yuka said with distaste.

"Oh yes," Sango said with a nod. "I know how individuality, independence, and free thinking would corrupt the nation's youth."

"You think you're so bad-ass, Sango," Ayumi said softly. She was the most reasonable of the three. "But you're really not. After graduation, no one will even remember who you are."

Sango opened her mouth to retort when Kagome stepped in. "Well, that was a lovely banter, but I think it's best we end this because we do have class in a few minutes." She hooked one arm around Ayumi and one around Eri. "I'll be back in a second, Sango!"

Sango shook her head and turned in a huff. "Don't bother," she fumed. "I'll see you later."

Kagome felt torn. Sango really did mean well, and she was riddled with guilt for doing this, but it was for the best to keep her best friend away from the cheerleaders who could do nothing but make her life even harder. Not that Sango would ever complain. "Ok girls, you have my attention," she said to the three cheerleaders. One blue eye was twitching in annoyance.

"We wanted to talk to you about Hojo," Yuka said with a firm tone.

"What about Hojo?" Kagome asked. Was it wrong that her mind didn't leap to any dangerous conclusions?

"His head isn't in the game anymore," Eri complained. "He's totally stressed out and he always so down. Did something happen?"

"Not that I know of," Kagome said with a confused frown. "I have been working a lot lately, but I'm trying to save up some money for Christmas."

Ayumi shook her head a little and frowned. "Kagome, you can't blow him off like that, not if you don't want to lose him."

Kagome was beginning to get angry now. "There are some things more important than dating," she said with a frown of her own. "I can't just drop everything whenever he wants me to."

"But Hojo's the star quarterback!" Yuka said exasperatedly. "We need his head in the game."

"Well you'll have to get it out of his pants first," Kagome replied scathingly. "Listen girls, I appreciate this, but my relationship with my boyfriend is none of your business. Have a nice day." With that, Kagome turned on her heel and went to homeroom, leaving three annoyed cheerleaders to brood.

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SLAM!

Sango stared daggers at her locker in the auto shop. She had changed into her overalls and the bell had rung, signaling it was time to start working, but she was still too pissed to concentrate.

There had to be something seriously wrong if Sango was too stressed to work on a car.

That was why Miroku and Inuyasha approached her cautiously. Any sudden movement might anger her further. Or worse, direct her anger at them. Now, Inuyasha and Miroku were two young men who were not easily frightened. They had stared down the law, faced many a tough bully, and always come out on top. But Sango St. John was scary when she was angry. So not even the bravest of men would approach her in such a state without a bit of hesitancy.

"Uh? hey!? Sango," Miroku began, pausing in between words to gather his bravery.

She only grunted in response, then turned toward a vacant table and began working feverishly on a broken carburetor. She went on like that for nearly twenty minutes before slamming the wrench down on the counter, followed by her forehead.

"Gonna tell us what's wrong now?" Inuyasha asked. His eyes were still on the fuel pipe he was installing, but he saw her in his peripheral vision.

"Will you guys forget me after graduation?" Her voice was muffled from under her arms.

Miroku scoffed. "How could anyone forget you, Sango?" He walked over to her table and patted her shoulder.

"Yeah," Inuyasha agreed. "You make the day interesting."

A yelp filled the room as Miroku was suddenly hurled over the table. No one looked up from their work. It was a daily thing, especially when he took advantage of a situation to cop a feel. Sango stood over him, cracking her knuckles, looking even more angry. "I hate men!" she declared and stomped back to her carburetor.

"Any particular reason why you feel you'll be forgotten?" Inuyasha asked, not even bothering to help his friend to his feet.

"Some stupid airhead cheerleaders were harping on me." She tightened a bolt with a little more effort than was required. "And Kagome sided with them."

"Then she's an idiot," Miroku interjected, regaining consciousness. "How could anyone choose a cheerleader over you? I mean, look at them! In their short skirts and tight tops and big pompoms and...short skirts..."

"Surprisingly, that's not making me feel any better..." Sango drawled, throwing her protective eyewear at the back of his head.

"He's right though," Inuyasha agreed. "She's your best friend, and she should take your side over anyone else."

Sango sighed, pulling herself up so she sat on the table. "Well, it's not all her fault. They wanted to talk to her, and I started a fight with them, and Kagome hates it when I do that. She wants to protect everyone, and she's only stretching herself thinner to do it."

"So you're really more upset with Kagome than with the cheerleaders," Miroku deduced.

Sango nodded, then sighed in frustration. "If she's not working late, then she's babysitting, or doing what Hojo wants, or helping me or something? she's going to kill herself. It's so frustrating!"

"You should talk to her then," he encouraged.

She only shook her head. "I have to wait in line. She's working tonight."

"Well then, you'll just have to hang out with us tonight," Miroku suggested with a smile.

"Yeah," Inuyasha agreed. "We'll show you a good time."

Sango smiled. "I'm sure you will."

"Is that a yes?"

"I'm probably going to regret it, but..."

"But?"

"Ok, you guys can kidnap me."

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Kagura sat in front of a blank computer screen. She had been staring at it for nearly half an hour, but she still hadn't come up with an idea for her new article. It was stuck somewhere in her because she could feel it, but it just couldn't come to the surface. Like a splinter under the skin.

She sighed heavily and pushed back in her chair, getting up to stretch her back. Almost automatically, her eyes flew to where Naraku was sitting. He was leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, hands behind his head. The printer was shrilling as his article was excreted. Kagura was almost jealous. Here he was, a guy who came to sessions only once a week and barely did any work, and his article was already done, where as she, who came every day, was still waiting to begin the first paragraph.

"Any luck?" a voice asked from behind her. Kagura hiccupped, spinning around to see Sesshomaru standing behind her. He looked up from the file he was reading in time to see her blush and scowl.

"Don't do that!" she hissed. "I could have had a heart attack."

He arched one eyebrow, then went back to reading the file. "So, have you any 'heart-stopping' reports for me?"

Kagura narrowed her eyes are him. "I don't like your tone. If you're implying that I won't have my article by deadline then you are sadly mistaken."

"I imply nothing," he said easily, almost as if he were bored. Kagura bristled. "I simply had hoped that your article would have been started. That way I could read something legible before I begin articulating the sports column."

"I bet you won't have to do much to it," Kagura heard herself say. When he looked up from his reading and fixed gold eyes on her face, Kagura blushed and quickly tried to cover her tracks so Sesshomaru wouldn't suspect anything. "I mean, he wouldn't have gotten the position if he wasn't a good writer."

"I don't doubt his skills," Sesshomaru commented dryly. "I doubt his methods. And I dislike him as a person."

"But you're an editor, you can't let your personal judgment cloud your professional duty," Kagura lectured, one fist on her hip, one finger jabbing him in the shoulder.

Sesshomaru only gave her his usual deadpan look. "Of that I am abundantly aware." He grasped her wrist in his hand so fast that she was hardly aware he had moved at all. Her pulse jumped, and the only thing she thought of was that with his fingers on her wrist, Sesshomaru would undoubtedly be able to tell. But then he released her hand. "Just try to get something started by next week. I need to start evaluations for the first issue."

Kagura watched him walk off, her mind suddenly confused. Her heartbeat was in her ears a little too loudly and her palms were just a little too moist. Naturally, she covered her confusion with sarcasm. "Right away, my liege!"

Sesshomaru didn't respond. He didn't need to. Kagura was actually happy when he didn?t; it gave her a few seconds to collect herself comfortably?and to blame the sudden onslaught of strange feelings on the heat in the room. But then she was faced with an entirely new problem.

Naraku.

He had gotten up from his desk, picked up the article from the printer and deposited in on top of the file Sesshomaru was reading, then sauntered toward the door. On his way, he noticed Kagura and stopped next to her desk.

"Writer's block?" he asked, causing her to jump in her chair.

She spun and her ruby eyes widened. "Y-yeah," she stammered, quite beside herself. "C-can't seem to get anything started."

Naraku grinned, his dark eyes flashing with mischief. "Let me show you a trick." He leaned past her toward the computer, bring himself a little too close to Kagura for comfort, and began drumming his long fingers across the keyboard at lightning speed. Her heartbeat, which had finally become steady, suddenly rocketed once again and her face burned unbearably. He was so close that his hair brushed her neck and she could smell his aftershave. Old spice.

Sesshomaru wore Cool Water.

Kagura blinked out of her scent-induced coma, rather startled. Where had that thought come from? Why did she know that?!

"There," Naraku stated, straightening up.

"Huh?" Kagura said, blinking owlishly.

He smiled down at her, in a kind of knowing way that sparked a bit of annoyance in Kagura. "Your writer's block," he explained. She looked at the screen. Where it had been blank before, there was now a small outline. Title. Author's name. Body. And even the first word of the opening sentence stared back at her. "It helps to have a beginning, to get the flow started," he said with nod.

"Thanks," Kagura said with a small smile.

"No problem, doll," he said with a wink. Then he headed out the door.

Kagura stared at the screen. There were words now, but the blinking cursor still tormented her because her mind was a million miles away from the newspaper. With a sigh, she settled herself in for some after school work. It was going to be a long afternoon.

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"I have to stay after school, today," Kagura said when Kagome reached the car. Sango had gotten there a minute earlier, and had gotten the same line. "I have to work on my article."

"I have to stay, too," Sango piped up. "There's an auto shop project I'm working on."

"Ok," Kagome said with a shrug. "I can get Hojo to drive me home."

"Good," Kagura said with a sigh, sliding off of her seat on the hood of the car. "I'll see you two later." With that, she headed back to the school without a backward glance.

Sango and Kagome were silent for a moment. Kagome scuffed her shoe on the ground, looking down. Sango's arms were crossed and she looked more than a little peeved.

"I'm sorry," Kagome said in a small voice.

"You should have sided with me, you know," Sango commented haughtily. "I'm the best friend."

"I know."

"The three of them are just bubble-headed twits!"

"You're right."

"I mean, how can you stand to talk to them?! I'm surprised you didn't run after me screaming after two seconds in their company."

"I should have."
There was a momentary pause. "You're pacifying me, aren't you?"

Kagome grinned impishly. "I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Kagome," Sango sighed. There was an equal degree annoyance and affection in her voice. "You're so annoyingly nice. It's impossible to be mad at you. Do you know how annoying that is?!"

"Sorry?"

Sango laughed and hugged her friend around the shoulder, walking her back toward the school. "So what did the stuffed-shirts have to say?"

Kagome made her usual "tsking" sound, but didn't correct her. "They wanted me to make sure Hojo has his head in the game, and not have him be unhappy during football season."

Sango made a disgusted sound. "Oh yeah, it should definitely be your job to make sure he's perfectly happy so we can win another trophy."

"I'm his girlfriend," Kagome reminded her. "It is my job to make sure he's happy."

"But who's supposed to make you happy?" Sango asked, in all seriousness.

Kagome shrugged. "I'm happy enough."

Sango shook her head, hugging Kagome once more before letting her go. "You settle too much, Kag."

"That's me," she said with a smile, twirling once before skipping off toward where she stopped Hojo in the crowd. "I'm easy to please."

Sango frowned as she watched her go. Kagome was...sad. Not in a crying way, but in a way that made those who loved her sad. She was happy, but it was a fake happy, and if you really knew her, you could see it as plain as day. Not that she'd ever admit it.

"Sango!"

She turned to see Inuyasha and Miroku over by the auto shop doors. Miroku was waving both his arms like an air traffic control operator. Inuyasha was two seconds away from whacking him across the back of the head. Sango grinned; her night was looking wonderful.

"So what are we going to do tonight?" she asked as she joined them.

"It's entirely up to you, my sweet," Miroku said with his most charming smile. Sango laughed and shook her head. He was an idiot, but she couldn't stop herself from liking him a little more than was necessary.

"We're up for anything," Inuyasha said with a shrug. "As long as it doesn't involve us getting sentenced to life without the possibility of parole."

"Aw, where's the fun in that?"

"Ha ha," he laughed sardonically.

Then that devious part of Sango's mind began to turn and she began to form a devilish plot, the kind of plot that put others plots to shame. The kind of plot that only a truly devious mind could concoct on such short notice. The kind of plot that only Sango, with her infinite amount of loveable hijinks could actually pull off.

"I have the perfect plan!" she said with a laugh.

"Oh?" both boys asked in unison, perking up.

"Come with me!"

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Kagura stared at the computer again, still annoyed, still with writer's block.

"Why does God hate me?" she grumbled.

"I often ponder the same."

For the third time that day, Kagura jumped. Only this time she shrieked because her chair had rolled back and, thrown off balance, she fell to the floor in a very undignified way. Oh, whoever had done that was going to pay, and pay dearly! But there was no time for angry vendettas because a hand grasped her elbow and hauled her to her feet in a fluid motion.

"You really should be more careful," Sesshomaru told her.

"Me?!" Kagura shrilled, her voice cracking from the indignation. "You're the one sneaking up on me all the time, Master Stealth!"

Sesshomaru only shrugged. "You are a reporter, you should always be alert."

"I bet you're gonna give me the old 'expect the unexpected' line, right?"

"Never underestimate the power of the unexpected."

There was a crackling moment of silence before Kagura huffed, "Do you have a reason for bothering me? I'm trying to do as you bade me."

Sesshomaru only turned slightly and retrieved something that he had placed on the desk next to her while he had helped her up. Then he handed the cup to her. Coffee. Kagura smelled it once it was placed in her hands. French vanilla. Her favorite.

"You're working hard," he told her, voice as expressionless as usual. "But don't work too hard, or you'll just chase the words away. You've been here over two hours. Go home. You can work more tomorrow."

With that, he walked away as silently as he had come.

Kagura watched him leave, letting the heat from the cup in her hands seep into her. Something was happening to her, something she didn't entirely like. Somehow...the unexpected was starting to happen.

She was...impossibly...starting to like Sesshomaru.

Kagura shivered and gulped a mouthful of the coffee, burning her tongue and the back of her throat in the process. "God really does hate me," she whined.

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"You know, we could get arrested for doing this."

"Shut up, Miroku."

"Come on, do we really have to do this? I mean, orange just isn't my color."

"Shut up, Miroku!"

"I don't want to be a burly man's bitch!"

There was a loud thud in the dark, followed by a moan. "Good, now that's he's down, we can do this."

Inuyasha and Sango snuck up the dark sidewalk, sidestepping the streetlight, and heading for the small lime-green Volkswagen bug parked in front of a very posh looking home. Miroku lay on the street, trying to regain his breath after a very strong knee to the stomach via the object of his affections.

Inuyasha watched the house, to make sure no one looked out a window or opened the door. Sango popped the hood on the car and held her flashlight aloft. There was a soft clinking sound, then she closed the hood. "Let's go!" Sango laughed, taking off down the sidewalk to where Inuyasha's car was parked at the end of the street. Inuyasha was right behind her. They paused only long enough to grab Miroku from the road and haul him along with them.

"Oh man," Sango laughed. "I don't remember having such a great time."

"Well, any time you wanna commit a felony, we're your boys," Inuyasha smirked.

"I'll remember that," she grinned. "I just wish I could see the look on Eri's face when she can't get her precious car to start in the morning."

"Do you think the others will cry?" Miroku asked.

Sango sighed wistfully. "I can only hope."

"You're one twisted young lady," Miroku commented.

"I'm no lady," she said with a sassy grin. "But I am very twisted."

"Kudos on the idea though," Inuyasha commented as he got into the driver's seat and started the car. "What made you think of disconnecting the car?"

"They're bitches, all three of them. They need to come down a peg or two, and who better to lord talent over them then us greasers? And there's no way they can prove I did anything, even if they are smart enough to suspect me."

"Well, this was one crazy evening," Miroku commented from the backseat.

"What are you talking about?" Inuyasha laughed. "You were out cold for half of it."

"Totally not my fault!" he stated.

"Yeah," Sango snorted. "Somehow Inuyasha hit a pothole and your hands just happened to land on my chest...twice."

"Sango, sweetness? "

"Oh, don't you sweetness me!"

"But it was a total accident!"

"So was my cracking you over the head with the tire iron."

"Ok, we're here!" Inuyasha announced, pulling up next to Sango's house.

"Thanks for the ride," she grinned. "See you guys tomorrow." She waved, then scampered up the driveway and inside the house.

Miroku sighed as he climbed into the vacant front seat. "That girl is crazy."

"And you wouldn't like her if she wasn't," Inuyasha pointed out as he turned down the street.

"Well? yeah? but that's not the point." Inuyasha only smirked. "Where are we going? We live the other way."

"I know. I have to drop off an overdue game at the video store."

Miroku clicked his tongue. "Inuyasha, can't you return your games on time?"

"No," he commented. "I just hope that bitchy girl isn't behind the counter again."

"You mean the one that was there last time? Dude, she was hot!"

"Yeah, if you like girls who are on the phone while you're trying to rent a game."

Miroku patted Inuyasha on the shoulder. "Man, you are unskilled in the ways of women, my friend."

They pulled into the parking lot and Inuyasha hopped out of the car, opening the door and slipping into the video store. First place he looked was behind the counter, and much to his dismay, the same girl was standing there. This time, she wasn't on the phone.

He walked up to the counter, depositing his game down rather loudly. The girl jumped, stabbing herself in the finger with the needle she had been using to sew something on to black cloth. She looked up and frowned. She recognized him.

"How can I help you tonight, sir?" she asked before popping her thumb into her mouth.

"I want to return my game, it's overdue," he explained, digging into his pocket for his wallet. The girl took the game and scanned it.

"That's $12.62," she said, taking her thumb out of her mouth long enough to speak.

"But it's only two days late!" Inuyasha protested.

"It's the same price for every day it's late, sir," she said in a less than pleased voice.

"This place is a rip off!" he gripped, tossing a ten, then a five on to the counter.

She rang it up and gave him his change. "Have a good night," she said with a blank expression.

"You know, I should leave a comment to your manager about your insane prices," Inuyasha said with narrowed eyes. "I'm throwing away good money here."

"Perhaps if you bought the game, you wouldn't have to worry about late fees," she said in a helpful-yet-sarcastic tone.

"Oh, I am so sure," he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning.

"Farewell," the girl behind the counter waved. "Starland Video will sorely miss your sparking business!"

"Go talk on the phone some more!" he retorted, storming out. Miroku didn't need to ask who was behind the counter when the extremely brooding Inuyasha entered the car again. It was funny really. It wasn't very often that his egotistical friend got put in his place.

One day he'd have to shake the hand of that video store girl.

A/N: Yay, I really love how that chapter came out. I hope you liked it to. Remember to review! Later!