4th Chapter: Meet the Super Star

A/N: (looks up from pulling gooey orange pumpkin seeds from her hair) Short short, yes I know, but I promise to have the next one up within at least five days. How's that? The other chapters are in the making and I'm just stopping at appropriate stopping places. And yes… I am covered in pumpkin pulp… please don't ask. I can't say light of heaven didn't warn me… (grumble)

Disclaimer: The manga and anime called "Inu-Yasha" does not belong to me. But I think you all know that by now.

Meet the Super Star

Kagome threw the covers off of her body with determination. 'Ok… this is ok. It really, really is.' She wasn't going to let the famous super star intimidate her. Not one bit. This was still her family and her home and since she had brought him here, she would be the one to keep him under control. She would. Really.

The high school girl bit her lip anxiously. It shouldn't be that hard… right? Kagome continued to worry her lip as she brushed through her thick black hair with the brush resting on her vanity. It was going to be ok. It was going to be fine. So then why did she feel like she had a bucket of worms squirming around in her stomach?

The breakfast table in the Higurashi household was set nicely with matching placemats and napkins, just like it always was. Even on Saturdays. Even after Kagome and Souta's grandfather died. It was during this particular morning, however, that Ms. Higurashi, could not shake off the feeling that something was… off. Like some huge difference had barged into her home without her knowledge and was starting to affect everything right under her nose. It bothered her a little, the feeling of unknown change, but she shook it off. She must have been imagining things.

"Kagome! Souta! Breakfast!" She called as she set their plates on the table with a soft clunk.

"Coming!" Two familiar voices replied from upstairs. A few minutes later there were racing rhythms of hard running, and her two children descended down the stairs together, pounding footsteps making the walls shake a little.

"Get out of the way, Kagome! Move!" Souta complained as he pushed at his sister from behind.

"Ow! Souta, you're going to make me trip! Stop it, you brat!"

"Well I wouldn't be pushing at you if you didn't move so slow!"

"Souta, breakfast isn't going anywhere."

"No, but it'll be cold by the time you get down to it." The boy retorted darkly. The two of them skipped over the last stair, making sure not to touch it and plopped down into their seats.

"Thanks, mom!" They both called out together, shooting each other silent glares before they dug into their pancakes and sausages.

"So Kagome, how did the concert with your friends go last night?"

Kagome froze, the worms had suddenly returned. She chewed on her pancake slowly before swallowing, trying to think of the best way to break the news to her mother and brother. "Um…" She took a long sip of her orange juice and coughed a little, trying to buy herself time. Her family however, was apparently not convinced.

"Kagome… is there something you need to say?" her mother asked curiously, a slightly worried look coming over her face. She was always so good a reading her children. Sometimes that could be a blessing, and at times like these it seemed to be more like a curse.

"Well um… I met this guy, last night, and I kind of-"

"Keep your perverted hands off me!"

The breakfast table froze as the harsh yell cut Kagome's voice off to an abrupt silence.

"I said get them off, you perv!"

"But you can't-!"

"Out of my way!"

There was a hard crash that sounded suspiciously like splintering wood and a long silence. At this point everyone's stare was directed at the catwalk connecting to the stairs, from where the shouting was coming from.

"Was that completely necessary?" Came a slightly irritated and dazed voice.

There was no response, but there was the sound of a scuffle. And then a desperate cry: "Sango, stop him!"

There was another slam, and the family continued to watch, frozen to the spot. There was half of a waffled pancake hanging out of the corner of Souta's mouth, Ms. Higrashi's fork was still poised in the air above her plate, and Kagome's glass was only half way back to the surface of the kitchen table. Soon there were more hurried footsteps, and a familiar young woman emerged from the other side of the catwalk, her image a fleeting vision as she raced down the hallway in a long blue towel and her hair twisted up in wet bun.

When the she reached the opposite side of the catwalk and disappeared behind the wall there was a sharp gasp and a sudden slam.

"Help me get him decent!"

There was more scuffling and then finally it all came to a stop. The family continued to stare. And finally it happened: Inuyasha appeared.

Kagome would have groaned if she hadn't been so shocked. He emerged wearing a pair of dark blue and green plaid boxers and a baggy hot pink T-shirt that declared, "Tough Guys Wear Pink" in bold white letters. His long platinum blonde hair was soaked and frazzled and his face was still dripping wet, the water beginning to soak trails into his shirt and underwear.

He stopped dead when he saw them, and Sota abruptly choked on the waffle that he had yet to swallow. The family had finally found the rockstar, and the rock star had finally found them.

And they weren't very happy.

They stared at each other for a moment, everyone's eyes widened in shock and horror before Inuyasha finally screamed, "Shit!" and dove back in the direction he had originally come from. "Why didn't you tell me people were here!" he demanded angrily a door slammed behind him.

There was more shouting upstairs, though it was now muffled by the walls and closed doors. Souta finally managed to force down his pancake. "Wuh…. Was that… who I think it was?" He stuttered out dumbly, his brown eyes watering painfully from having to force down half a waffled pancake without chewing it first as he regarded his older sister, his expression disbelief.

"Uh… yeah." Kagome said, finally setting down her orange juice. "You see I-"

She was cut off by a long heavy sigh. Souta and Kagome watched as their mother slowly set down her fork and stood up, wiping her hands on her apron. "Please continue, Kagome, dear…. I'm going to make more pancakes."

"Oh… great."

A/N:I know, I lied. This one's even shorter than the last one. And even worse as well. But it just felt like I had to end it here. I seem to be in a short chapter phase. If you really really want me to stop then I guess I'll try, but include it in your review, if not, then I guess we'll just have to take the chapters as they come. New chapter coming up in a couple days! Yes, I do know what's going to happen. And hopefully it will come out better - nanirain