"Bye Inu-baby!", Kikyo waved and blew a kiss at her pissed off boyfriend from the entrance of her doorway. Inuyasha didn't so much as look up when the red headed girl moved into the front seat and plopped down next to him, a grin splashed across her face. He sighed, he hated it when Kikyo left him alone with her friends, even a short amount of time was too long.
"Hey Yash', can we play my Britney Spears Megamix cd?", Ayame asked, her jade green eyes dancing hopefully into his golden ones. Chancing a glance at the rearview mirror, Inuyasha could see Yura's face glowing with the same anticipation. He let out a breath. He really really hated being left alone with Kikyo's friends.
KKaKagKagoKagomKagome
Miroku parked his Porche on the pier overlooking the vast, blue ocean. The structure was in pretty good shape despite that he'd never seen a single boat unloading anything there, in fact it was the only one he'd trust parking his precious car on. Miroku sighed as his thoughts traveled back to the sleeping girl in his backseat. Kagome had to have been the most unobtrusive girl he'd ever met in his life. When classmates picked on her, called her names, or stole her work, she never uttered a single word of protest. She never told a teacher or even him for that matter, and he was her only friend. Of course he had a slew of other acquaintances and went out on dates, but not a single one had ever meant as much to him as Higarashi Kagome.
Miroku was snapped out of his thoughts by a soft murmuring in the backseat. Although he couldn't make out the wispy words, he understood what they meant, she was waking up. As carefully as he could, the violet eyed teen slipped out of the drivers seat and went around to the back to open the door wide, and like magic, she fell back into a fitless slumber. A smile touched his lips, it was like always, Kagome could only sleep peacefully listening either the gentle purr of a motor or the sounds of waves crashing together in a soft ballad. She looked so innocent with a few loose splashes of dark hair across her porcelain face, so much that he could not resist pushing them back. Miroku frowned slightly when he finally noticed the sleeping girl left her thick glasses on in her exhaustion, and as gently as he could, shook them free of her hair and pulled them from her face.
With her glasses gone and her hair loose, even Miroku couldn't help but to admit how beautiful she was. So beautiful in fact, it made him wonder why she always hid. She was kind, smart, funny and obviously gorgeous, hell her looks alone would have probably been enough to secure her a spot in the Hot Five. Unconsciously, Miroku slid a hand along the length of Kagome's flushed cheek and brushed a timid thumb across her flush and slightly parted lips. She smiled slightly in her sleep causing Miroku's heart to thud painfully in his chest. He was defeated, in that moment his blood rang out for Kagome Higarashi's lips. After all those years of protecting her, nurturing her wounds, and remaining a loyal friend to her, a simple kiss seemed like nothing, especially between friends. Placing a hand on the seat beside Kagome for balance, Miroku bent down to lower himself to the sleeping girl.
"Kagome.", her name tumbled from his lips.
"Mi-Miroku?"
The soft voice penetrated Miroku's brain like a knife causing his limbs to paralyze with a raw fear that ran down his spine. He was caught... his best friend had caught him violating her in her defenseless sleep.
"Ka- Kagome? Look I... I just... well I mean..."
"...don't forget your homework."
Miroku blinked stupidly. 'Homework?' Peering down closer at Kagome's slightly obscured face, he realized, to his relief, that she was still asleep. He felt a smile tug at his lips, even in her sleep she still worried about him. Miroku shook his head lightly before standing up fully and turning to face the pier.
'I guess that's why we've never hooked up Kagome.', he thought as a salty wind combed through his short hair, teasing it playfully around his face.
'You're my best friend.'
KKiKikKikyKikyo
Kikyo sat crossed-legged on her plush bed, a stuffed Nakano Hiroshi plushie in her arms.
"Oh please! Oh please!", she begged aloud, bouncing slightly from the strain that all her hoping generated.
"Please let me win!"
Kikyo uncrossed her fingers as she adjusted the volume of her stereo system with the push of a button on the remote she held in her hand. No reason for Onigumo Kikyo to have to get up to do something so trivial. Her father was Onigumo Naraku, owner of Onigumo Enterprises, an international company that he took over after his partner's untimely death. Although she wasn't exactly sure of the nature of her father's mysterious business, Kikyo knew one thing for sure... they were rich! Her own bedroom was testament to that. Her white room was huge enough to hold a large screen TV that could disappear under the floor with a single push of a button on her universal remote. Her purple silk adorned bed was queen sized but only because the term "king sized" seemed a little too masculine for her tastes. Her polished wood floor was mostly covered by a spotless violet rug mostly to the left of her bedroom that housed a lavender leather sofa facing a built in fireplace. Behind Kikyo's television that laid dormant under the floor adjacent to her bed was a built in sound system that when operating with her TV could be used for surround-sound quality viewing. Kikyo lived the good life.
"Miss Onigumo!", a maid's voice called, interrupting her concentration. "Lady Sango is here to see you, shall I send her up?", the woman called out in a warm tone. Kikyo rolled her eyes, "Have I ever told you not to let her up here?", she screeched, causing the poor woman to jump with a fright.
"No ma'am, I'll send her up right away.", Rie bowed politely before disappearing from sight, despite the fact that she was about 40 years older than the hot-headed beauty queen.
Sango's voice came a few minutes later as she entered Kikyo's domain. "Yo." She raised a questioning eyebrow at the maniacal look on her friend's normally flawless face. "You okay?", she asked cautiously.
"Ugh! Shut up for a moment would you?", was the irritated reply as Kikyo turned the volume up again to drown out Sango's "noise". The brunette gritted her teeth before plastering on a fake smile and plopping down on the bed next to Kikyo. She sighed, her mind racing for something to say that wouldn't set off the volatile girl.
"You aren't trying to smuggle poor Hiro are you?", she teased lightly, pointing a finger to the doll in question. Kikyo frowned a moment before slowly releasing her favorite guitarist and holding him out at arms length to check for any damage. He was okay.
"Of course I wouldn't hurt my husband. I need him to give me good luck so I'll win this contest!", she stated matter-of-factly to her confused best friend.
"I thought Inuyasha was your husband Kikyo.", Sango asked with concern in her voice, but Kikyo just snorted.
"Get real! He's temporary, just until I meet Hiro. Don't get me wrong, I care about Inuyasha and all but let's face the facts. I mean, what would our children look with their mother being human and their father a half..."
"YOU JUST HEARD IT FOLKS! That was the sounder so call in now! Be the eighth caller if you wanna be backstage with the group BAD LUCK!"
Kikyo screamed, nearly knocking Sango off the bed to snatch up the cordless phone from her nightstand. The ponytailed brunette's eyes widened, never before had she seen someone's fingers blur as they dialed a phone.
"Hello? Am I the eighth caller?", a female's voice flowed sweetly from the radio.
"Sorry babe! You're the fifth caller but don't give up! Keep dialing! Keep dialing!", the announcer soothed, a chuckle in his voice.
Sango jumped as a high pitched squeal reached her ears, "IT'S RINGING!", Kikyo nearly screamed, the phone clutched tightly to her ear.
"It's me right! I won?", another voice asked excitedly.
The announcer laughed, "So close! You're number seven, so that means the next caller to get through will be our WINNER!", he cheered.
Kikyo's leg thumped against her bed in an almost deranged manner, "Come on! Come on!", she chanted into the phone for everything she was worth. A few moments later a phone clicked over the radio.
"Come on what, babe? Give you those tickets? Well you got em'... because you just won! YOU'RE THE EIGHTH CALLER!", the announcer blasted over the radio. Kikyo blinked, "Huh?" she asked questioningly turning to Sango.
"Huh?", echoed through the speakers. "I-I won? OH MY GAWD I WON! I WON!", Kikyo screamed at the top of her lungs, climbing on top of her bed to jump up and down like a child.
"That's right! You're gonna be flown out to California in the United States to attend the Gravitational Tour! There you will be a guest at the bands favorite five-star hotel and you'll receive $5000 of spending money..."
Kikyo stopped bouncing, "$5000 that's it! I have more than four times that amount on just one of my credit cards!", her voice rang snottily through the speakers. The announcer chuckled nervously, obviously not expecting that reaction.
"Well... yeah... then you will get to hang out with the band for a full week before the concert to which you'll receive front row seats and a backstage pass for after the show. Are you ready!"
Kikyo smirked, "Ready to meet Hiro if that's what you mean.", she teased in a flirtatious voice before hanging up on the stunned DJ.
The teen queen turned to her best friend with a victorious look on her face, "Well? What did I tell you? Hiro always comes through for me!"
Sango bit her lip, "Yeah but what about..."
"My clothes!", Kikyo interrupted. "Ugh! You're right! I'll need a whole new wardrobe before I meet my Hiro-koi!"
Sango frowned, "That too but..."
"Ah! You're right!", Kikyo cut in again. "My hair! How should I wear it? It looks really sexy hanging down but then again..."
"Kikyo!"
"WHAT?", the frazzled teen screamed at her friend. "What the hell could be that important that you feel the need to KEEP interrupting me!"
Sango let out a shaky breath. There was only so much she could take and that had done it.
"You conceited bitch! What about your damned final exams, huh? You skip out on those and you're not walking across that big shiny stage, you air-head! You're so dense!", Sango screamed, the dams of her patience finally giving out and pouring forth in a torrent. Snatching up her purse, the brunette started for the door, her head spinning with confidence for accomplishing something she'd always wanted to do since first being inducting into the Hot Five. She wasn't like the others, she had a voice and she wasn't afraid of Kikyo. Although she stayed with the group for her own reasons, she never let herself become fully consumed in the glamorous, better-than-you lifestyle. She didn't enjoy tormenting others, she just did it because she had to, and now she'd had enough. Just as Sango's fingers reached out to grab the doorknob, a cold calculated voice froze her in her tracks.
"You must not care about that brother of your's anymore, hmm?" Kikyo asked, ice dripping from her voice. When she saw Sango's stance become rigid, she knew she had gained her full attention.
"It would be a shame if Inuyasha suddenly decided that poor little Kohaku was no longer worthy of being under the protection of his name. I wonder what would become of him then, don't you Sango?"
Sango closed her eyes to hold back the tears that were starting to form, she was beaten. Pulling in a deep breath, she turned to face the grinning teen behind her, "What do you want me to do, Kikyo?", she asked, her voice full of defeat.
Kikyo smirked wickedly at her minor victory, "Since you're so full of spunk, you're gonna be the one to help me pull off this little plan of mine so I can go to the concert and still pass my finals with flying colors!"
FINALLY! I know it's been a while since I updated, but I'm been having major computer probs. I tried to make this chapter really long to make up for it. The next chappie should be coming pretty soon. Please review!