Chapter V: The Hot Hot Heat

Okay. Minor overlooking on her part. She forgot to speak in her normal, well as normal as it can be, ditzy voice. Okay. That might be a problem, considering the fact that she was tied up in the backseat of some random car. Fine. But one thing about her was, she was an excellent actress and the key to be an excellent actress and agent was, plead the fifth. And if that doesn't work, well, she hasn't really thought of that but when the time came, she was sure that she could think of something. That was part of the Higurashi charm.

"Naraku was right about you." Inuyasha began, twirling her black hair in his finger, "You're not as dumb as you appear to be. You had me fooled for so long. You're remarkable. Absolutely remarkable."

"Thank you." How she managed to spit that one out and still sound like a complete and utter moron was still a mystery to her, "My mother never complimented me. She told me I'll never get anywhere in life and look where I am now. Tee-hee."

Oh god. Kagome invisibly winced as Inuyasha stared blankly at her. She should win a fucking Academy for this. She was still amazed how she can pretend to be as dumb as she was pretending to be without wincing or completely throwing up. So what she had one slip up? Big deal. It happens to most actresses. Besides, she was pulling off one of the biggest schemes in centuries. She was going to get away with this. No matter what.

Inuyasha glanced at Miroku, "Is she for real?"

"She's faking it." Miroku whispered.

Okay. Pleading the fifth was obviously not going to work. Obviously. Kagome searched out of the window as she heard herself speak. And as usual, cringing as every word left her mouth.

"Well, I'm certainly not Barbie and not made out of plastic and umm—the stuff you use to make Bardies." Kagome smiled with smug condescendence.

"You bitch; you were faking it the whole entire time!" Inuyasha made a lung for Kagome as Kagome held her feet up, stopping him at the mere glance of her pointed heels, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Harsh words for somebody who has just been played for a fool." Kagome spat out, "Turn the car around."

"What!" Inuyasha sputtered before he folded his arms smugly, "What makes you think I'm going to turn the car around."

Kagome chuckled lightly, shaking her head, "Oh Inuyasha, you're such a fool. Such an ignorant, small, fool. I'll listen to me if I was you. Unless…" Kagome gasped, bringing her small hand lightly to her lips, "Unless, you do not value your life."

"What do you want, bitch?"

"First of all, I want you to stop calling me bitch. I don't like it. I didn't like it when you said it behind my back when you thought I was a moron. Secondly, I want you to turn this car around. And I think you should do it, I'm a very dangerous agent, Mr. Taisho, and if you told your boss who I was, he would immediately know how dangerous I am. I don't like to waste time and even though I may bear some 'feelings' for you, I like to get this job done, even if it means killing you." Kagome's smile widened, "Now. Turn the car around."

Inuyasha nodded at Miroku, who steered the car into a full half turn. Kagome cranked her head to the side, feeling the car speed down the street. She wasn't a ruthless killer but she could smell that promotion and her being killed would not have gained her a promotion of any way or shape. That promotion was almost in her hands, she could almost grasp it. That promotion would be the only way to stop chasing Naraku and start having young gentlemen chasing him. They thought that living in the limelight was all that wonderful, yeah right, try giving up memories.

Kagome shook her head disgustedly as she inhaled. She was always a great actress in high school, it sucked that the only way she could showcase her talent was in the middle of a speeding car with a gun attracted to her bra. Wonderful.

"What do you want?" Inuyasha asked tiredly.

"Tell me what Naraku plans to do next?" Kagome asked.

"Hah. I ain't telling you shit." Inuyasha spat out, "Besides, you're all tied up. What the hell can you do to me?"

"Oh, I don't know. I can tell Naraku that you lost Kouga's badge or I can also tell Naraku that if you was as bright as you appeared to be, considering Miroku and Kouga both watched me as I slipped the badge behind my back and waltzed out of the mansion, like it was nothing."

Miroku's eyes widened in the review mirror, "That was you?"

"Kikki Lane, entertainment specialist." Kagome rolled her eyes, "I am very talented. I must admit. I managed to fool your whole entire team."

"Except for Naraku."

"Including Naraku. Oh yes." Kagome nodded, "Almost ten days ago, I went to Naraku posing as Kikyou Taisho, I hope her name rings a bell, and asked him for a key to your, oops, I mean, our mansion. He was absolutely flabbergasted to why I needed a key to our mansion. When I told him that I accidentally locked myself out, he gave me the key straight away. Of course, everybody knows Kikyou Taisho would never, ever, lock herself out but Naraku, obviously, didn't. Yes. I think you should be very afraid. I know so much about you two, I can get you killed. Actually, all three you killed, including Kouga. I wouldn't mess with me if I was you. Now. What is Naraku's next move?"

Inuyasha sighed, obviously defeated. Good, she wore them down. Now all she needed to know was why she had to protect Kikyou. Nobody but Kikyou herself knew why Kagome was posing as Kikyou's double. She had her suspicions but all she needed was them to be confirmed. Kagome wiggled a bit, feeling the rope tightened around her wrists. Damn, she hated ropes, they were so… scratchy.

"We're going to kill my wife."

"I love coffee in a pot." Kouga slobbered, clutching his Vodka in his hand, "Don't you, boss?"

"Eugh. Stop blubbering and tell me where Inuyasha and Miroku are?" Naraku scowled, glancing over Kouga's Westside apartment. This place was an utter pigpen. How in the world could anybody live in such environment, "And for God's Sakes, Kouga, it's 9am in the fucking morning! Who drinks at 9am in the morning?"

"Well, that's a dumb question!" He slurred, pointing sloppily to himself as the Vodka spilled onto the carpet, "I do!"

Naraku stared dully at Kouga, "How quaint."

"That's not a word!" Kouga dropped on all fours, licking the carpet, "Shit. I'm wasting my Vodka."

"I'm surrounded by morons!" Naraku spat as he pointed at Kouga, "You! Sober up! I need your ass in four hours."

Kouga stopped licking, "Why?"

"Because…" Naraku wrapped his hands around the bottle Kouga was clutching his dear life onto, "I just do." Naraku gave up, holding his hand out, "Give me the goddamn bottle."

"Why?"

"Why?" Was this seriously happening? Was his agent seriously drunk and slobbering all over himself when the agent is supposed to be at work? What the hell has happened to his hard workers that he brainwashed? "Why not? Give it to me or I'm going to shoot you!"

"Here." Kouga pouted, handing the bottle over, "There was no need to get all vol-a-tile on me."

"That's not even a word, Kouga." Naraku walked out of the apartment.

"Yes it is!"

That was the last thing heard from Kouga as Naraku stepped out onto the streets. Was it polite to shoot his own agent?