FirePetals

Family Comes First

A.N. Sorry guys, I didn't know that in the last chapter, when I was supposed to be writing Mr. Taisho, I wrote Mr. Yoshi…! I'm sorry though I guess it was only because I was writing another story that had a character named Mr.Yoshi so you see I simply got mixed up. And just so you know; I have nothing against British people! That's the only accent that came to mind at the time for Mr. George Quinnley. Sorry to those who might take offence ;;

Disclaimer: You sue me and I sue you back cause I've already mentioned before that the person writing this-no matter that they may be 17 or 70- they Don't own Inuyasha, but… they might own an Inuyaaasha…it could happen right? .- .-

And to Rin14- Thanks so very much for reviewing-I noticed that you've reviewed a lot of my chapters so I'm very grateful! Also, you'd said in a review that you'd like the story better if Sesshy was in it. Well I've thought about it and I think I could put him in. But, I'm not sure where, I mean I don't know exactly what his character would be so if you could help me out by giving me an idea, I'll soon add Sesshomaru to my story. I'll also be adding Sango, later on and maybe Shippo too. Don't ask me what their parts are in the fic 'cause I don't know myself, I'm not sure how this will play out. 00

O-Kay whew that was long, but you guys probably skip the Authors Notes any ways. TT

(Ah, what the hell…it's not very important anyway)

Chapter 6: It's A Small World After All

Was murder a crime?

Oh yeah it was…hm, then he'd have to find a different way to torture her…Oh! How about hiring a few hit men to kidnap her and stuff her into an old abandoned cabin in the middle-of-no-where then every night shave off a bunch of her hair? Would that be good enough? Nah, too simple and kidnapping was a crime too. Man they were getting too strict these days! Maybe he should just-

Inuyasha broke out of his corrupt thoughts when he saw the headlights of a vehicle a few feet away, coming in his direction.

"I'll have to save my torture plans for her later," Inuyasha thought as he quickly broke into a run, heading towards the oncoming vehicle. It was a little past midnight and instead of being back at his villa, in his spacious Jacuzzi, casually sipping a martini, he was out here prancing around, trying to find his own fathers company, How ironic was that?

The stupid girl he'd asked for directions earlier probably didn't know what she was saying. He'd been following her directions and so far-no Shikon!

The vehicle slowed to a stop when Inuyasha reached it, slightly panting. It was an old, rusty sort of truck and even with the sparse light Inuyasha could tell it was painted a dark shade of mud brown. Inuyasha tapped lightly on the driver's window with his claws until the glass slowly rolled down.

"What d'ya want?" asked a rough voice. It was an old man, with thinning, white tufts of graying hair on both sides of his head, leaving only a bald, shiny spot in the middle. He had slightly bloodshot eyes, which were peering at the hanyou suspiciously.

"I got lost, and I need a ride," Inuyasha explained. Damn, it was his second time that day asking someone for help-he should've just asked Miroku to drop him off, and he'd even forgot his cell!

"You're not gonna rob me are ya?" The man asked narrowing his eyes at Inuyasha who just looked at him blankly. "Well?" the man asked again.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Inuyasha said dryly then walked around the truck to the passenger side when the man signaled him to get in.

"Where d'ya need to go?" the man asked when Inuyasha got in closing the door, not really bothering to put on his seatbelt.

"Shikon Industries." Inuyasha answered leaning his head against the headrest.

Inuyasha offered shutting the door. The man nodded and asked, "Why did you want to go to the Shikon?"

"Uh, to get a job." Inuyasha said uncertainly. The man gave him a skeptical look.

"Ya' do know that they're on strike, right son?" Inuyasha turned away from the man quickly glancing at his surroundings.

"Yeah, I know." He muttered under his breath.

"Well, good luck kid, you're going to need it" the man called out as he sped away. Inuyasha looked around again this time more slowly.

'No, I'm not.' Inuyasha thought bluntly.

"Wait a second…" he said letting his words trail off as he looked from left to right. There were merchants everywhere, there was the sea, and there were the same boats lined up against the dock, as there was that morning…

He was back where he'd started.

The bitch had tricked him.

Inuyasha quickly grabbed the closest person next to him, in his case a young woman dressed primly in an Armani business suit, with her hair up in a tight bun.

"Yes?" she asked, pointedly annoyed, but Inuyasha ignored that.

"Where am I?" he asked ignoring the look she was giving him.

"At the merchants harbor," the woman said jerking her elbow out of his grasp.

"Wait, then where's the Shikon?" the woman rolled her eyes and smoothed out her skirt.

"Have you tried looking behind you?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she walked away from him.

He turned around quickly to see the huge glass building smack-dab down the street. Inuyasha growled raking a hand through his hair.

"I am not going to spare her!"

"He's not going to spare you." Kikyo said to Kagome as she flipped through a glamour magazine.

"Yeah right," Kagome said plopping down beside Kikyo on her bed. "I wouldn't let him touch a hair on me. Besides, it's not like I'll ever meet him again."

"It's a small world Kagome," Kikyo said not glancing up from her magazine.

"Oh loosen up, Kikyo!" Kagome laughed throwing a pillow at her sister.

"But, I still can't believe you did that. The poor guy must be so lost."

"Yeah, but that's the funny part." Kagome said winking. "Come on Kikyo, admit it. You know it's funny."

Kikyo laughed lightly, "Yeah, I guess it is. I'm also surprised Kagome. You got such a great job all of a sudden, just wait till mama hears."

"Yeah, but I can't wait," Kagome said, thoughts of her mother saying how proud she were of her crowding her head.

"Oh, Kagome, Kouga called a while ago," Kikyo informed her.

"Yeah?" Kagome said as she got up to look in her walk-in closet for something to wear for work the next day.

"He was asking if you were still up for the dinner and movie." Kagome pulled out a hanger with a beige suede coat, a matching skirt and a lavender colored sleeveless top. When she turned around she saw that Kikyo had put down her magazine and was regarding her with another one of her rare I-know-you-like-him grins.

"What?" Kagome asked bluntly laying the clothes one by one on her bed, but her eyes never moved from her sister.

"A date with Mr. Kouga hm?" Kikyo asked smugly. Kagome sighed, trying to look irritated but was really trying to hide the dark blush that was creeping up her cheeks.

"It's not a date," Kagome stated crossing her arms. Kikyo laughed lightly, brushing back her bangs from getting in her eyes. "Yeah Kagome, and I'm a dead preistess."

"It isn't! It's just a friendly get together thing, okay? And I've told you before and I'm telling you again; Kouga and I aren't anything more than friends!" Kagome argued, pointedly cross.

"Okay, okay, calm down will you." Kikyo said quickly grabbing Kagome down to give her a hug.

"Sure, let's just not talk about this anymore." Kagome sighed. The two sat in quiet for a while until Kikyo broke the silence.

"So is it a yes or no for the date?"

"Kikyo!"

Is this for real?

Inuyasha stared blankly at the two men seated in front of him. God only knew why his father had hired these two buffoons, it definitely wasn't for their intelligence, and in no way could it be for their looks…

"Okay, Mr. Chuo, if one of the employees in the Shikon was coming on late for the past few weeks and was missing work time, how would you handle the situation?" The two men looked at each other then at Inuyasha.

"Uh, how should we know?" Manten said sniffing and running a sweaty hand over his bald head.

"Because you two are the managers of the Shikon. Do I need to spell it out for you two?"

"Hey, look here kid, we're the ones interviewing you-not the other way around. We ask the questions and you answer them got that?" Hiten said glaring at the hanyou. A kid was testing his business ability, how did that happen?

Inuyasha sighed inwardly. He was getting absolutely no where and even though he asked the simplest questions, the two managers of the office hadn't a clue what the answer was.

Inuyasha had booked an appointment with a Mr.Chuo when he reached the Shikon Industries the other night. After that, he needed a place to stay. He made a collect call to his dear old friend Miroku at the nearest phone booth and asked his friend to send him some cash and his motorcycle. Miroku was okay with sending some cash but he'd argued about the bike. Apparently, he thought Inuyasha's bike looked too expensive for an average working guy to have but when Inuyasha explained what he had to go through because one girl had pulled a prank on him, Miroku hastily agreed. Now he was here, In the office of Mr. Chuo, actually two Mr.Chuo's and was having a grand old interview. It didn't matter if he qualified or not, as long as he had his father's written letter saying that he wanted Inuyasha to get a job there- the managers would have to take him in.

Hiten and Manten exchanged looks then Manten cleared his throat. Inuyasha only looked wearily at the two.

"Do I get the job?" he asked.

"Hold on kid, uh what was your name?" Hiten asked Inuyasha, swiveling in his chair.

"It's Yasha, Yasha Konira." Inuyasha said scratching an itch on his nose.

"Yeah, Yasha, uh we need a second to talk about it so just wait outside a minute." Hiten said standing up. Inuyasha stood up too, not really bothered but wanting Hiten and Manten to hurry up with the interview. Manten ushered the hanyou out of the office and closed the door.

"Hiten, are we going to hire him?" Manten asked his brother, double-checking the door to make sure it was locked. Last time they had left it unlocked, they'd been outsmarted by a young, teenager who'd made millions by just listening in on their conversation.

"You know very well Manten, that I don't want to. But the kid has a written letter from Mr. Taisho, now we can't say no to that."

"Yeah, but I don't think we can afford to give another job to someone after that Higurashi girl blackmailed us." Manten tried to reason. Half the company was on strike for god's sake!

"It's okay, the kid is poor, his father is a chauffeur for Mr. Taisho after all. We'll just give him some small jobs around the place, like filing or something." Hiten said and walked over to the heavy office doors and opening them quickly.

Yasha was standing outside in the hall, leaning his back against the corridor wall; his hands tucked casually in his pockets. Hiten cleared his throat to get the boy's attention.

"Yasha, even though our farmers are on strike and we're not making enough income, we've decided to give you a job at the Shikon." Hiten declared putting on a fake smile.

"So when do I start?" Inuyasha asked picking up his briefcase.

"We usually give our employees one day to get ready for the job, but you can start now. Yasha, you can go to floor five, room twenty-three and get started there on filing. The man working there has got a very messy profile." Manten said stepping out of the office.

"Okay," Inuyasha said pressing the call button for the elevator. "But when's my lunch break?"

He really wasn't hungry, he'd had a nice, full meal at Sunshine Nights, the hotel he'd stayed at. But if he had to find some proof to close down the Shikon he would need to do a bit of spying.

"Uh, most of the employees take it at 3:00, but if you want you can take it at 2:30." Hiten said.

"Okay thanks." Inuyasha said faking a smile. The first thing he'd do after he was out of his disguise was fire these two losers. But, it would be better for him to have his lunch at 2:30 so he could see how the other workers were, without getting them suspicious.

"No need, no need, just tell Mr.Taisho that we hired you, and we're great managers. We just might get a raise." Manten said grinning and rubbing his hands together like a greedy cartoon character.

"Sure thing, I think you two are great managers." Inuyasha said stepping into the elevator that opened with a 'ding' in front of him. 'But I just might be lying through my teeth.'

"Good-bye now!" Manten said smiling placidly as the heavy metal doors shut and proceeded to take the hanyou to the fifth floor.

"You done yet kid?"

"No, not yet." Inuyasha answered evenly. The man working on the fifth floor went by the name George Quinnley. There were three things to him. The first, he had a heavy British accent and it always seemed to make his voice sound like thin weed, he wore beige trousers that were tucked into the sunset orange Hawaiian T-shirt he wore loosely, and lastly, he obviously didn't understand the meaning of 'an organized being.'

When Inuyasha had stepped into the his room he discovered that the man's office was strewn with thousand of files, papers, pens, stale doughnuts and empty, half crumpled Styrofoam coffee cups. Inuyasha had just stood there blankly trying to take the whole room in, even though it was no bigger than a public washroom stall.

'Even Miroku's room is tidier than this pigsty. Any garbage man would have a field day with this…'

There was a man sitting contently in a chair in front of a computer table, concentrating happily on the partly eaten doughnut in his pale hand, and an open, cardboard doughnut box placed awkwardly on his lap.

Inuyasha cleared his throat to get the man to acknowledge him and when the man did he asked, "Mr. Quinnley?"

"What is it?" George Quinnley asked pushing his tortoise shell glasses up on his long nose. His voice was reedy and thin, like he was talking underwater.

"Mr. Chuo sent me to ah, to file the client contract papers." Inuyasha said rubbing the top right side of his head where his ear was supposed to be, but was covered tightly by the ponytail he detested. He looked like a human.

"Yeah go ahead," George said jerking his chin in the direction of two huge metal drawers in the corner of the room. It looked like they took up more than half of the space in the tiny room.

Inuyasha walked over to them, putting his briefcase down on the littered floor. He pulled the first drawer open, expecting to find it full of papers and files, but instead it was empty save a torn up bubble gum wrapper. Inuyasha reached down to pull the second drawer and to his surprise found that one empty too.

"Where's all the papers I'm supposed to file?" Inuyasha asked sighing. If there were no files, how was he supposed to file them?

George turned around in his chair to face the hanyou giving him a tight-lipped smirk and pointed to his desk.

"They're somewhere in here, hurry up and find them. Then you can get started filling." Already Inuyasha hated the man.

"Stupid, low-life dumb ass." He muttered as he got to work and picked up a clump of papers, half of them covered with coffee stains.

"What was that?" George asked sniffing as he turned around in his chair like he owned the place. Which was very funny because Inuyasha practically did.

"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering why you were eating now, I thought the employees had their lunch break at three?" Inuyasha asked, looking all the while the picture of pure innocence.

"That's for me to know, now get to work before I get the bosses to fire you." George Quinnley said scowling and finishing off his cream doughnut.

"Yessir." Inuyasha said dryly.

And now he was halfway through all the filing. It was a surprise, really, Inuyasha had never once filed anything in his life and here he was doing it like he'd done it for years. A real pro.

Inuyasha spared a steely glance at Mr. Quinnley. He was still sitting in the same chair, same position but instead of eating his cream doughnuts he was now finishing off the box of pastries he'd produced from his briefcase earlier on. It truly was a wonder how the man could eat so much yet not gain a pound, or maybe he was on a diet and had just gone on a binge? Inuyasha shook his head of thoughts and looked hopefully at his new K-mart watch. Miroku had exchanged his hundred dollar Quartz one for this piece of crap, which now Inuyasha found to his dismay, was broken.

'Figures,' he decided. 'How can this dollar store shit compare?' But he still needed to know the time. He'd say at least two hours had passed, but it felt like an eternity when you were stuck putting paper into order. Whoever in the world did this job for a living, Inuyasha pitied them with all his heart.

"Hey, ah what's the time?" Inuyasha said to the back of Mr. Quinnley. The man had been doing nothing for the past hour; this was definitely going on to his father. The employees were lazing around just sitting here, while they still got paid their normal amount. No way was he going to let this company go on any longer.

The Shikon No Tama was tarnishing the Taisho name, all it was doing was giving lazy humans money in their pockets, with that they would spend on beer and women. Well, not that he didn't prefer the same…

But still, he did have another reason. And that was as that as soon as he got the Shikon Industries to shut down, he'd go to America where he'd start his own company there. But first he'd have to shut this place down and to do that he needed proof.

When Mr.Quinnley didn't answer, Inuyasha sighed irritably.

"Mr.Quinnley, the time?" George Quinnley just turned around in his swivel chair and jerked his chin towards his desk where there was a cheap, black desk clock.

Inuyasha ground his teeth. He was fed up, trying to put up with this fat geezer. Yet he still had to keep his cover or there'd be no way these people would act like they were now. He grabbed the clock from the messy desk and quickly read the time.

It was already 2:00, better keep working then. He thought unhappily and picked up yet another thick stack of papers.

"Jaken, get your scaly butt in here now." Onigoumo Naraku all but screamed into the intercom set on his desk. He let go of the red button and sat back in his chair with an irritated sigh.

"One, Two, Three, Four, Five," He began pinching the bridge of his nose from habit. "Six, Seven, Eight, Nine…" There was a quiet, tentative knock at the door which Naraku was glaring at menacingly.

"Ten." Naraku finished as the door opened and in stepped a nervous toad demon, if he could be called one.

"If you hadn't stepped into this office at the count of ten Jaken, I'd have you strung up by your warty little bottom in less than the time it takes you to blink." Naraku spit out.

"Sir, I-I don't blink." Jaken said lamely, fidgeting with his hands behind his back.

"We'll have to change that now won't we?"

The poor toad man broke out into sweat at the sound of that. "Please mister Naraku sir, I was busy talking with one of our clients. Please don't do anything rash!"

"Tell me something Jaken, who is more important the client or the boss?" Naraku asked getting his voice to calm down.

"Um, I was once told that the client is the most important but I don't think that's the answer you're looking for…" Jaken said looking at his feet.

"My Jaken, you've grown smart overnight!" Naraku exclaimed dryly. " You finally know what and what not I want to hear."

"Yes sir." Jaken said rubbing his hands together and smiling. "I've been only working for you for three years and I already know so much about you." Poor Jaken had no idea that his boss was being sarcastic. If only…

"Then Jaken, why don't you tell me something good I would want to hear. Please me." Naraku said tapping his fingers on the arm rests. "What are the votes so far?"

"Um sir, I-I don't think-"

"Tell me or it'll be back to the salvation homes." Naraku said keeping his voice even while he stared down the green skinned demon.

"One-hundred seventy-one, for Mr.Onigoumo Naraku," Jaken said reading off of his clipboard.

"And?" Naraku asked his voice holding just a hint of impatience. Jaken took a cautious step back.

"Two-hundred twenty-two, for Mrs. Higurashi." Jaken flinched right after the words left his mouth. His eyes were shut tight and the clipboard in his hands up in front of his face as a sheild. When he realized there was no screaming and no things being thrown he opened his eyes and cautiously lowered the clipboard.

Naraku was sitting just as he was before, the same impassive look on his face as before. Jaken let out a mental sigh of relief and relaxed.

"Jaken, tell me why I'm behind at least a hundred votes from Higurashi?"

"Ah, because the people like her more?" Jaken hazarded a guess.

"Wrong answer." Naraku replied throwing a metal paperweight at the scaly demon. It hit Jaken smack-dab on the forehead as he collapsed into a green lump on the golden carpeted floor.

"I'll have to find another secretary. One less green." Naraku muttered.

He had to do something about the election if he wanted to become mayor. Higurashi was really ahead and he'd have to do something to change that. He'd have to make another call to those two buffoons, Hiten and Manten. They had to keep spoiling the products so their company would shut down. It was his entire brilliant thinking actually. Really simple when you thought about it.

When the farmers didn't get paid, they'd go on strike. And that would be a problem for Higurashi. Mr. Taisho would be forced to shut down the Shikon, another big problem for Higurashi. And when the Shikon was shut down, the town was losing money and it was time for Election Day, everyone would want a new mayor. Namely him.

Ah, now that was a plan even Einstein would be proud of, Naraku thought smugly. He just needed time, after all, the saying did say patience is virtue. He leaned back in his chair, if things worked the way he wanted, he'd have his virtues.

"And last night when I was getting into bed, he called me again!"

"Oh how awful. I feel so bad for you Megumi. I'd be really scared if some complete stranger was calling me every night. I mean that's just freaky. The guy probably has some major problems if he…"

Inuyasha tuned out of the boring conversation the two women in the workers lounge were having.

So far he'd seen only twenty people actually working and that was when he included the Janitor. This company was truly pathetic. It was his lunch break now but instead of eating his lunch, he'd snooped around for a while so he could see how all the other workers here were behaving.

Inuyasha rubbed the sore spot where his ear should have been, again. Ow, he'd probably have some bruises on his poor ear the next morning. He dropped his hand from his abused ear and walked over to the elevator. He'd been to almost all of the floors in the office except the basement, so that's where he'd go now.

Getting into the elevator, Inuyasha noticed the mirrors lining the walls of the elevator and turned around to see how he looked.

"Ugh, what has Miroku done with my beautiful hair?" Inuyasha grumbled to himself. His clothes were kind of worn out too. Today he'd worn red, long-sleeved T-shirt and black jeans.

There was a 'ding' indicating that the elevator reached the ground floor and he got out and into a dim lit hall. He walked down the corridor peering through other hallways. Where was this place? He asked himself.

Inuyasha noticed a door near the end of the hall and he quickly strode over to it. There was a sign hung on the doorknob saying: Shipping Crew Only! In scribbled writing.

Hm, now this was interesting, Inuyasha had a feeling that there was something behind this door that would help him shut the company down for good. He reached out to turn the doorknob when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Inuyasha spun around quickly to see Hiten his new boss.

"What are you doing here Yasha?"

Inuyasha already had an excuse waiting at the tip of his tongue so it came out easily. "I had to go." He said simply, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Go?" Hiten questioned.

"Yeah, um you know to the washroom."

Hiten wasn't done questioning. If he hadn't been there to stop Yasha on time, the kid would have went into the room and found out everything. Then it was only a matter of time till Naraku would skin him alive.

"And this looks like a washroom?" Hiten asked narrowing his eyes at the boy.

"I just got lost looking for it, my office is huge!" Inuyasha lied. Hiten eyed him suspiciously then smiled slightly.

"Yasha, come with me."

Kagome was floored. The whole day she'd been working hard talking to some photo companies and clients, finding out what they would think a good advertisement scheme was.

She was now sitting at her desk in her soft leather chair in the most comfortable position possible. Her legs were propped up against the hardwood desk and her hands crossed over her chest. She probably looked like a very lazy employee to everyone but she was so tired out and she knew for a fact that Hiten and Manten couldn't fire her because of her behavior of course.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and decide to take a quick nap, the phone on her desk rang startling Kagome and making her feet fall out of their propped position.

"Hello?" She asked picking up the phone.

"Kagome is that you?" Kagome recognized the voice instantly, it wasn't a client but her own sister.

"Kikyo! What's up? I'm bored out of my mind right now, I didn't know it would be this hard to work."

"Oh, Kagome you're at the Shikon right now. I'm sorry, I forgot you were working I'll call later."

"No it's okay, I'm absolutely free right now, what did you want to ask?"

"Just that if you could come help me out at the shop, we have a sale going on here and it's getting really rowdy. But it's okay, now that I know you're busy I'll ask someone else."

"No, Kikyo I was just thinking of taking my lunch break right now, it's no sweat so I'll be over there in a couple of minutes."

"Are you sure? Your bosses might mind…" Kikyo trailed off.

"No, I'm sure they won't mind. Let me just go and tell them."

"I'm going to need a break." Kagome said.

"What?" Manten asked narrowing his eyes at the girl. She was just too much trouble, and too much smart…or maybe that was just him lacking a whole lot of IQ…

"I need to go, my sister needs help at her shop so I'll be going." Kagome said and got up from her seat across Manten's desk.

"Are you forgetting something?" Manten asked and she stopped halfway through the doors.

"Oh yeah!" Kagome said grinning. "I'm also going to need a driver."

"That's not what I was talking about!" Manten cried. "You're supposed to be working, not dilly-dallying with your sister!"

Kagome cocked an eyebrow at the bald man in front of her. "Oh really? Would you rather I 'dilly-dally' with uncle Taisho then?"

"No, no, no!" Manten cried quickly all at once remembering that their fate was in her hands now.

"Okay then!" Kagome said enthusiastically her smile back on her face. "Hurry up and make arrangements for a driver I'm supposed to be there in a couple of minutes." She walked out of the door, closing it silently behind her. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles. Man this was way too easy…

Inside the office Manten sighed deeply. That little…

He picked up his cell phone, deciding to call Hiten and ask him if he knew where they should get a driver.

"Stupid girl," he muttered incoherently to no one in particular as he dialed the number.

"Hiten, Kagome Higurashi needs a driver, where can we get one?"

"Oh, I think I have someone…"

"Where are we going?" Inuyasha questioned his new boss as they stood in the elevator.

"To the eleventh floor, one of our employees needs a driver so I thought you could do the job. After all, you're father's a chauffeur isn't he?" Hiten said chuckling at his little joke. He looked at Inuyasha who was giving him a bland look.

The elevator opened and the two men stepped out onto the eleventh floor avoiding an unnaturally tall man as he wheeled a cart full of supplies down the hall.

Hiten walked ahead and Inuyasha just behind still not sure where they were going. When Hiten had answered him, he'd been too busy thinking about the room that he was about to enter when his boss had stopped him. Something's there…

Suddenly Hiten stopped at a door, turning the handle and opening it.

"Miss Higurashi, I'd like you to meet your driver..." Hiten said. "Yasha."

Kagome's back was to the door because she was searching for her cell phone on the desk and so her back was also to the two men as well.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome chirped as she found the phone in one of her drawers and quickly out it into her purse.

"No," Inuyasha said quickly, "It's just Yasha."

"Oh," Kagome said her back still to them as she slowly closed the drawer. Why did it seem that she kind of recognized that voice?

Just as she turned around to look at the driver, Hiten took out a pair of keys and handed them to Inuyasha, attracting his attention to them.

"Here's the keys to my Porsche," Hiten said. "It's parked in the driveway, be careful with it or you're fired."

"Okay." Inuyasha said still looking at the keys. Stupid bosses didn't even keep the company running good and they had their own Porches!

Kagome's jaw dropped as she saw the boy standing in front of her. It was like she was moving in slow motion. She'd closed the drawer, turned her head slightly to see the man whose voice she seemed to think was a bit familiar, and no sooner had she gaped open in surprise at who it was.

Kagome wasn't usually a quick thinker when she was shocked but luckily for some reason as soon as she saw the boy she had tricked just the other day, she turned her head away from being noticed but not until Inuyasha had gotten a good glimpse at her.

His face contorted to a look of shock and…anger? As he clutched the keys in his hand so tightly making his knuckles turn white.

"You!" he shouted at her as he stalked over.

'Shit, shit, shit!' She cried in her head going over every payer she knew in her head and hoping that he wouldn't hurt her.

"Yeah right," Kagome said plopping down beside Kikyo on her bed. "I wouldn't let him touch a hair on me. Besides, it's not like I'll ever meet him again."

"It's a small world Kagome," Kikyo said not glancing up from her magazine.

Ohhhh, Kagome should have listened to Kikyo, now she'd be in for it…

Not only small, this world was prettyunforgiving too…

A.N. Ah, now let's see what happens, shall we? ;;