Hey, everyone! Here is yet another chapter from this desperate writer. Hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own no characters of Inu Yasha, simply the wish to do so.
Summery: Kagome is considered a dork, a nerd, a loner. So who would ever suspect her to be Keorinite, the host of a very popular radio station called "Radio Romance" ? Unknown to anyone about her secret identity, she helps the young lovers of Japan with their problems.
Radio Romance
"So you're absolutely positive that you didn't see her?"
"Yes,"
"Absolutely sure? For all we know, you could be lying to us."
"Now, why would I do that?"
"How do I know you're not?"
"Insane, aren't you?"
"Does it honestly matter right now? Now tell us, are you absolutely positive that you didn't see her?"
"Oh, dear Lord, for the millionth time, YES!" Sango yelled scarily. Her eyes burned with a fiery glow, always a sure sign that you were, indeed, heading for a beating. People all around them were staring at the fuming girl.
"Are you sure?" Miroku's small voice tweaked.
"Ugh, I'm done with you!" Fighting the threats that urged themselves out of her throat, she walked away, leaving him gazing after her swaying hips. Deciding, that all she needed was some alone time, she walked into the nearest female boutique.
He sighed, obviously struck stupid at the mere sight of her. "That girl is one in a million," Cursing; he pulled his eyes away to nurse the tiny bump now forming on his head. "What was that for, Inu Yasha?"
"That was for interrogating Sango away! Besides, trust me buddy, if I didn't do it, she definitely would've. Only much, much harder," Bearing his teeth if a smirk, Inu Yasha walked away as well.
Looking very concentrated, he weighed his choices. Coming up with a quick conclusion, Miroku sighed once more. "He's probably right."
After Sango's attempt to chase down Kagome – and finding no result from it – they all headed to the mall, going along with their usual plan. She explained what had happened and the trio agreed exactly how bizarre the situation was. Only getting about two minutes a head start, Kagome couldn't have gotten far.
The boys followed Sango; absolutely oblivious to the store they just walked into.
Inu Yasha stuck out his arm in quick alertness. "Wait a second – why's everything pink!" They looked around them, nearly blinded by the glitter and frills that decorated the store. There were tables pushed against the cherry colored walls, each holding a vase of fake daisies and jonquils set underneath a small doily, creamy white curtains shielding the dressing rooms in the corner, and fashion tips pinned above every product.
They had just walked into What a Girl Wants, a store credited on being the hottest place around for female accessories. Make up, lingerie, perfumes galore! It held everything a girl could ever possibly need ("Besides a decent man," the slogan joked). They raced over to Sango who was sampling sticks of lip-gloss, finding it hard to believe that just a few moments ago the said girl practically had steam flying out of her ears.
"Hmm… Mango Mayhem isn't that bad," She tried another. "Oh, definitely need to buy this one," She said to herself while taking one of the unopened sticks of Tangerine Tango. "Are you done with that one?" She asked another girl.
They watched her like mute followers, showing no interest through Kiwi Chaos, Papaya Passions, or Toffee Tickles. But Sango did noticed Miroku's eyes glaze over her lips when she applied a layer of Strawberry Sensations. It gave her lips a slight pout, making him giddy. Grabbing it too, she was interrupted by Inu Yasha.
"You all done, Sango? We have better things to do than this," He yawned. He gazed at the strange tube-like object in a rack beside him. He recognized it as mascara, seeing girls whip them out to brush their eyelashes all over the place, even in class.
"Oh, alright… let me just grab some tampons,"
Immediately alert, Miroku and Inu Yasha colored. "Um, we'll wait for you outside." Nearly tripping, they fled from the store.
She laughed to herself, knowing fully well that it would work. She examined a few racks of shimmering eye shadow and deep colored nail polish before heading towards the tampons. Snatching a box, she paid and met up with the (still very flushed) boys outside.
"All set," She smirked, a sparkle or two stuck to her lips. "So, where to next?"
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After rummaging from store to store, they packed it in, a milkshake and a few bags in each of their hands.
"See you later, guys!" Sango waved.
Miroku turned to Inu Yasha. "Don't you think it's a little weird that Kagome just disappeared like that?"
Placing a hand on his chin, he agreed. "Yeah, it is. And I'm positive that Sango went in the right direction." He looked down the road. "Well, you never know. Kagome could've sworn Sango into secrecy. You know how girls are – they're all sisters!"
"That must be it," His friend assumed. Jumping into his beloved care, he sped off with a "See ya, man!"
Combing his clawed hand through his thick silvery hair, he pondered on their situation. What had happened to Kagome? How could she have suddenly disappeared without a trace? Why did she look so much like Kikyo? Struggling to find an answer to all of these questions, he cut them all out of his thoughts and drove home.
Bored after just a few minutes, he turned the dial to find a suitable station.
"-And, this song is dedicated to Akiya and Koji. Happy anniversary, you two!" A slow song came on, its sultry notes floated around Inu Yasha's ears. He recognized the hostess' voice almost instantly.
Radio Romance.
The station built on making tough guys go soft and singletons (as he liked to call his fellow love-haters) feel even worst about themselves. He turned the dial, settling on a rock station, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along to the beat. He was utterly disgusted at that station. Who in their right mind would send one of their sappy love letters? He rolled his eyes. He could think of one…
Sighing, he turned up the volume, hoping that it would drown out his thoughts.
Kagome. Kikyo. Kagome. Kikyo. So alike, and yet so unalike. Maybe it was one of those doppelganger kinds of things. He had heard stories of people going half way around the world to find their twin. He rolled his eyes for the second time. How stupid his thoughts seemed tonight.
Sipping his shake, he relaxed, letting the words of the song fill his head.
All the feelings that I get,
but I still don't miss you yet.
Only when I stop to think about it…
I hate everything about you!
Why do I love you?
Maybe she was the reason why he felt pity to all those saps. Maybe she was the reason why he felt such remorse when it came to love. Thinking back it was back then… and what had happened in the end. He felt his blood boil. He felt his fist curl. He felt his heart getting cheated. Loads of people got second chances to fall in love. Even his own father. Why couldn't he?
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Just for everyone's information, those lyrics belong to the ever-rocking song; I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. I love that band! I really wish there was a store like What a Girl Wants. That'd be wicked! But it was fun making up all those gloss flavors. Anyways, hope you liked it!