Sorry it took so long to update…but here's Chapter 4. Oh and I don't own the song, and the first reviewer to tell me the Singer and the title of the sond, you'll get a part in the story! (I'm not bribing you at all…)

Chapter 4

Forget about It

Running to the apartment door, Kagome stopped and reached for her key. Her pocket was empty, she looked harder, and felt her other pocket. All she felt in any pocket was fabric. She flushed at her forgetfulness, and began knocking at the door. She rang the doorbell. She banged her fist on the door and still there was no answer. The yelling on the other side of the door began to contain names that the children down the hall didn't need to hear for another ten years. Frowning she suddenly remembered the key beneath the doormat. Picking it up she unlocked the door and put the key back, after she made sure that no one would see where she set the key.

When she opened the door her face was hit by a flying blue vase, crying out, her hands flew to her face. Fingers met sticky blood as her face started to bleed. Loosing her balance, Sango grabbed her. Sango gave a sharp look to Rin. "Look what you did now! You just want to make everyone else just a miserable as you can don't you! You little bitch!" Sango snarled.

"If you weren't so selfish over the disbanding the whole group then maybe she wouldn't have been hurt to begin with!" Rin snapped, walking over to comfort her injured friend. Kagome sat up, she felt very dizzy, pulling her hands away she looked at both of her friends closely.

"You both should be ashamed of yourselves. Fighting over the band, this is a discussion that should be had with Miroku and I as well!" she glared hard at Rin. "My injury will be fine in time, but really, neither of you have the right to state what the band will do, let alone get into a fight and swear when small, impressionable kids are living down the hall! I need to see a doctor now, and the two of you just smear the blood around my face and continue fighting! Now do I need to call Miroku and have him take me to the hospital because my two best friends are too busy calling each other names?" she yelled. They both hung their heads.

"Gomen Kagome." They said. Kagome sighed.

"I had hoped that getting injured wouldn't have been the reason to make you two stop fighting, but it did. Now who's taking me to the hospital, everything is getting kinda fuzzy." The two lifted Kagome up and together the three went to the hospital where Kagome received thirty stitches where the vase had broken her skin. The doctor also had her head wrapped in a bandage to absorb any blood and to prevent much infection during the first few hours of her injury. A disinfectant was applied and after several hours, even Miroku was unable to charm his way into staying in her room for much longer.

"We'll be back tomorrow morning to take you home, I promise. We can discuss the band then, alright?" Sango smiled. Kagome gave her friend a thumb up and they parted for the night. Kagome fell asleep before her friends made it to the elevator the painkillers in her system taking quick effect.

When morning came, Kagome's head was throbbing harshly. The pressure felt too immense for her small head to handle and she pushed the nurse call button. She needed drugs, badly. True to their words, at nine her three friends showed up and they were on their way back to home in half an hour. "Happy to be home?" Sango asked. Kagome smiled and sat on her favorite squishy green chair. "Well who wants to start this chat?" Sango added, uncomfortably.

"I think we should hear what you have to say first Sango, because you are leaving us." Kagome said. Sango nodded her head and began her side.

"I feel bad that I need to leave, and as much as I want you guys to disband, I think that would be wrong. We've made it so far to just stop now and I would feel horrible. So you guys I want you all to play together. I'll start teaching Bass lessons and maybe we can still jam together sometimes. But I also want a say in who's going to be replacing me." Sango smiled.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I mean I don't know." Rin said.

"You sure, I mean we could if you wanted us to hon." Miroku added, using his pet name for her.

"I'm sure. I'll play for the concert in three days and then we'll find a new bass player." Sango said.

"We won't let you down Sango." Kagome smiled.

"I know. Just remember me when you're rich and famous." Sango laughed.

"If we reach that spot we'll have you back on the band in no time." Kagome retorted. The four shared a laugh and Miroku stood, getting ready to leave. Kagome stood as well and entered her room to get ready for the day.

"I think I'm going to go for a short walk. I'll be back in a few." She said after exiting her room. The two girls looked at her quizzically, but didn't say anything about it.

Walking to a business park a fair while away, Kagome sat on a bench that had a fountain running six feet before it. Smiling she watched little kids and their parents sit and play around the fountain. A couple splashed water at one another. A little boy and small puppy fell into the fountain and the worried mother ran over to pull her child out, the puppy followed eagerly enough. The boy hugged his mother, covering her nice suit in water, while the dog did the same to the boy and mother. Loud laughter filled the air as the boy laughed at the puppy and hugged it.

"We seem to meet here often don't we?" Sesshomaru asked. Kagome smiled.

"We do, but why do you come here?" she asked. "You-seem-the-lock-me-in-my- office-and-throw-the-key-away type, not the visit-the-park-daily type."

"We don't look like what we are do we?" he asked, moving around the bench to sit next to her.

"True."

"What happened to your face?" he asked, when she looked at him.

"I'm the peace maker between two violent tempers." She said.

"In other words?"

"One angry friend threw something and I opened the door at the right time to get a vase in the face." She explained. "Spent the night in the hospital, in the most uncomfortable gown and bed they could give." She smiled.

"Will you still be performing this Friday?" he asked.

"Only a coma would stop me." She smiled.

"Then I look forward to what antics you will try on the stage in three days time." He smirked.

"We shall see what becomes of this show, but after this we're looking for a new bass player after the show, ours needs to leave to raise her baby brother, who was recently orphaned." She said. "I hope we find a good replacement. No one will be able to replace Sango but hopefully someone will do well." She confided.

"We hope so. How does your face feel now?" he asked softly.

"Strange. Stiff and sticky from the medicine I'm supposed to put on it."

"Well lets hope your pretty face will bee seen by Friday." He whispered. Kagome looked at him quizzically.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You look better than the other two females in your band, however that doesn't say much. Your face is the fairest in the group." He stated altering his earlier slip of the tongue. "That doesn't say much, however of three ugly ducklings you are less harmful to see." He clarified. Kagome gave him a hurt look.

"You know how to toy with a woman don't you! You Bastard! Leading me on thinking you were all nice." She stood and put her sweater on, using it to wipe away the tears forming on her face. "I thought you were going to be different with me. I was talking to you like a good friend and you do this! How stupid was I?" Kagome said.

"You think a few kind words make someone your friend? You must be incredibly, even more so because all you do for a living is strum a guitar!" Sesshomaru snapped.

"You are unbelievable!" Kagome stormed off, back to her apartment, regretting her vote of confidence in the journalist. Walking to her apartment, she ran into Miroku.

"Hey Kago!" he smiled, slapping her back. Kagome sniffled in reply.

"Uh oh, whats wrong?" he asked.

"Am I ugly?" she asked.

"No." he said. "I don't spend my spare time with ugly women, heck if the band were filled with ugly chicks I wouldn't be here." He smiled. Kagome chuckled.

"Thanks Miroku." She smiled.

"Hey don't forget we're rehearsing tonight at that place. You know where the concert is Friday." Kagome nodded her head and walked off to remind Sango and Rin of the rehearsal that night.

They sat on chairs around the stage, Rin at her keyboard, Sango with her bass and Miroku with his drums set up before him. Several feet away sitting in a chair, Mr. Tarawa sat listening and observed the band he'd hired for the party in a few nights time. He stood. "I would like to hear one slow song before we leave, to see what we should be expecting." He said. Kagome nodded and stood. She looked at her band mates.

" Disheartened, track six." She said, walking to the front center stage.

Go on and lie I've heard it all before
You had no shame
This pain I feel you've never known
The rain outside is shifting in the wind
The road is looking lonelier
Alone again

She started to pace back and forth across the stage. She moved her hips as she turned to allow her skirt to flair out behind her.

Love is real
Then love goes on and on
The words you say condemn you
As the guilty one
I guess you're not the kind you claim to be
Always looking out to get your love for free

Tarawa saw her soul in her pieces and was proud at his choice in musicians for this year's party. He had invited his assistant editor, Sesshomaru to give his opinion but he didn't answer his cell phone.

Could you lie and say you love me just a little
One more wrong will keep us one more night
When quiet fades at the light of day
I see the truth
It's on your face again

When morning breaks my heart won't understand
Spend a lifetime raising houses on the sand
The rain outside is shifting in the wind
The road is looking lonelier
Alone again

Sesshomaru was late, he wanted to listen to this rehearsal, but he hid in the shadows, not wanted to deal with the lead singer at the moment.

Could you lie and say you love me just a little
One more wrong will keep us one more night
When quiet fades at the light of day
I see the truth
It's on your face again

When morning breaks my heart won't understand
Spend a lifetime raising houses on the sand
The rain outside is shifting in the wind
The road is looking lonelier
Alone again

Kagome didn't know why she chose this song, but it matched her feelings at the moment. She was hurt by Sesshomaru, she wasn't sure why, but his words had hurt her more than anyone else had ever with his simple words. She wanted desperately to show him that not only was she truly beautiful but that he was wrong in whatever thoughts he held about her and her music skills.

Could you lie and say you love me just a little
One more wrong will keep us one more night
When quiet fades at the light of day
I see the truth
It's on your face again

She bowed, and heard the applause of two people, one was Tarawa, and the other was hidden in the shadow. She was curious, but didn't try to find out who that was. She smiled and they arranged for another rehearsal the same time on the following day. Putting their things in the back storage, they walked to the front door to leave for the night. As the left, a secretary walked over to the group and looked at Sango.

"Are you Ms. Kagome?" she asked.

"I am. What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I was asked to give this to you." She handed Kagome a white rose and a note. Kagome gave her a puzzled look and the secretary just smiled. "When I got back from the restroom, I found it there with your name on it." She explained. Kagome nodded and they left the building, Kagome couldn't keep her eyes off of the letter and flower until they reached the safety of their apartment and the flower was put into a simple vase, the same one that had injured Kagome the day before.

"Well Kags, what does the note say?" Rin asked.

"What? Is it from a secret lover or what?" Sango asked. They sat on each side of the couch, leaving the middle to Kagome so they could read the note. She opened it to read:

Ms. Kagome Higurashi

I found myself listening to your rehearsal tonight and hoped you would grand me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the party. It is indeed a black tie affair and I look forward to your response. Leave your response on Ms. Rae's desk and it will reach me.

Your Secret Admirer