Caught in the Flash

by Inukagchick11

COMPLETE IKMSSR Kagome is a model,cracking into the world of high fashion. She is somehow untouched by love. When she meets the toughest photographer she ever knew, she is hit with something she never even knew existed... Rated for potty mouth and citrus.

5. Chapter 5: Couple Issues

A very nice reviewer said to me that slow updates plus a long story equal loss of interest, and I am not in the mood for that. So, I plan now on sticking to, as my New Year's Resolution, one update per week. That way, I can make this story fairly long, and I can make sure that you all keep with it. Thank you, kind reviewer, you know who you are! By the way, I am actually planning on around 15-20 chapters, so it's not that bad!

Great response last chapter, have faith in you all just as much as usual, so thank you so much! Here, three days after Chapter 4 came out, is Chapter 5: Couple Issues, of Caught in the Flash!

Chapter 5: Couple Issues

"Oooooooh... my aching head!" Kagome groaned out. As she rolled out of red silk sheets onto the black carpeted floor, her head gave a sudden lurch, like her brain was roling aorund inside it.

Honestly, she'd never felt worse. Her tongue felt like a furry mammal was in her mouth, her hair was...well, it wasn't safe to start on her hair. Each limb was like an iron pole in its sheer weight, and all Kagome Higurashi had her mind on was how she was going to get to the ensuite bathroom from the bedroom floor. Which, she observed groggily, wasn't incredibly clean. Yeah well, Inuyasha does kinda equate to ooky housekeeping Kagome thought.

Fine, crawling it is, Kagome thought, as she dragged herself along the floor to the nearest toilet bowl.

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"Okay, is it just me, or has Kagome FORGOTTEN SHE HAS OTHER WORK TO BE DOING?" Sango shouted as she paced the room, back and forth, in front of Miroku's appreciative eyes.

Back in business mode and hangover free, unlike her best buds, one of which was puking on the other side of the house, the other of which held an ice pack to his head and only had one eye open, Sango was pissed. As she strode up and down in her short black pinstripe mini, and knee high black boots, teamed with a simple white fitted button down shirt, she yelled, and vented, and shouted, and growled and screamed once of twice. Here was an OFFICIAL breakdown.

And all this was because Sango had one of every tabloid produced across the country strewn across the bed. Miroku's ass held a small portion in the centre of the bed, but that was all he was getting after his behavior last night. A cleaning closet? She was gonna bruise later from that disinfectant bucket. Horny ass.

But Sango's biggest problem now was the tabloids. The tabloids that showed edited pictures of Jeremy, and a vanishing Kagome behind his back. Funny you know. When they wanted to lie, they lied outrageously, but when they told the truth, they got every little thing right. They knew that everything Inuyasha had said about his and Kagome's friendly relationship in the press conference upon her arrival had been a lie. They knew that Inuyasha now had no aversion to having sex in public. Manwhore. And now they all knew what Jeremy looked like, for God's sake! This had to be fixed, and this had to fixed NOW, or else neither of the two would have jobs in this business again. Sango already had Inuyasha's father coming, and was already regretting her classy, yet sexy choice of the pinstriped miniskirt. You know, sometimes, it would just be easier to be a man, she thought to herself.

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"KAGOME! GET YOUR DRUNKEN ASS INTO YOUR QUARTERS AS OF RIGHT NOW OR DON'T YOU DARE THINK I WON'T COME DOWN THERE AND DRAG YOU UP THESE STAIRS BY YOU PRETTY LITTLE THONG MISSY!" Sango's shrill voice came over the house intercom system.

Wow, she didn't there was one of them around, Kagome thought to herself as she put on her underwear, having had her shower and emptied her stomach of everything she may have eaten in the past week.

Eyeing the thong in her hand, Kagome replayed Sango's hostile little message, and shuddering in horror at whether or not Sango really would haul her anywhere by her thong, she replaced it in her drawer and pulled out hipster shorts instead. Better safe than sorry, right? Shimmying into jeans and a pink baby tee and flipflops, she tossed her damp hair up into a ponytail, and took the elevator up to her quarters, thinking goddamned hard all the way up.

What had she done last night? She remembered a mike and squeaky voices, and then...Oh, Inuyasha...That had to be what this was about. She'd done her apologies and she was now going to keep to her promise and help Sango fix it. The elevator pinged, and she stepped out into her lush lobby, filled with tall palm trees in pots, and a trickling waterfall below. So serene Kagome thought, as she sighed. Yeah, well, screw serenity right now, because Sango stomped up to Kagome, grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her into the bedroom, "accidentally" kicking down a meditating Miroku on the floor. Amidst the various curses coming from Sango, a wave of shock came over here as her eyes landed on the heap of tabloids on the bed, not only with her face on but with a completely different part of Inuyasha on it.

And that's when it came back to her. Barbie Girl, the prank, the photographers, the whole youkai phase. She was in deep, deep shit. And now, just to make things worse, here was his father at the door. Looking mighty displeased, she might add.

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Mr. Mireshi stalked into the room, immediately fixing Kagome with an accusing death glare. If there was one thing Kagome hated doing, it was pissing off her elders. But obviously, she thought bitterly, that one moral value hadn't come to mind any time last night...

"So." Mr Mireshi said to her, as soon as he stood in front of her nose to nose. Or rather, nose to chest. Kagome, just as with Inuyasha, had to look right up into the crinkly, dull amber eyes. What was it with the Mireshi men and using their stupid large amount of height to their advantage?

"Uh, hi, Mr. Mireshi!" Kagome greeted, clenching her fists behind her back and grinning at him brightly.

"You're the little hussy who drew my son's excellent name through the mud are you? Kagome gasped, and tried not to look indignant. Contrary to what her fists were doing now. "You are the one who allowed youself to ignore your line of work through intoxication, made a thorough embarrassment of yourself in regards to your makeup artist," here he cast a sideways look at Miroku, now flat on his back holding his ice pack to his head. "And left my son to voracious paparazzi, risking BOTH of your careers. All for one incredibly inane, and childish prank?" Mr Mireshi finished accusingly.

"Yes...sir." Kagome squeaked, crumbling under the allegations. "But, I have already apologized to your...charming son (Here, the eyebrow jumped once or twice) and I just came up here to help my publicist here fix this mess, half of which Sango and you have already...conversed on I presume?" Kagome said, gaining a little in confidence.

There was a long, long silence after this, and it was the most awkward five minutes Kagome had ever been through.

After Sango loudly kicked Miroku for groping her, Mr Mireshi took a breath.

"Girl, you are a good model. I can see that in your eyes and portfolio. I don't do second best. Not for either of my sons. That's why you were chosen. I have to say, I'm disappointed." There was the big D word, Kagome thought as her heart sagged. "But...I'm willing to give you another shot at this. You need it and he needs it, so I'll let this one slide. Just." Mr Mireshi shot her a craggy smile, and Kagome felt a huge wash of relief slide over her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you soooo much sir!" Kagome squealed and jumped up and hugged the poor old man.

"Hello! Steady darlin', we haven't all got such young legs!" Mr Mireshi grunted out, patting Kagome on the back lightly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Kagome apologised profusely.

"Sango and I have already spoken, and I presume you'll fix it up between them Miss Yamura?" Mr Mireshi enquired, winking at Sango, who was once again twiddling ehr hands and smiling like a twelve-year-old fangirl.

Disgusting, Kagome thought.

"Oh and before I leave, Kagome dear. I have to congratulate you. You almost had me going there for a minute. I honestly thought you found my ill-mannered oaf of a son to be a semblance of charming. Excellent lying!" Mr Mireshi said heartily, pointing his gold tipped walking stick at her.

As soon as he had shut the door behind him, Mr Mireshi thought about just how good this little spitfire would be for his most difficult son...Someone who'd give him tit for tat, as good as she got every day of the year. Just what his lordship needed...

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Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Kagome figured that Sango and Mr Mireshi had set her up this time. And now, retribution, the bitch, held her to whatever it is they wanted her to do. With Inuyasha.

Her skin prickled with anticipation and suspicion at the thought of Sango having something horrible and embarrassing for her to do again. Well, may as well take the goddamned bull by the horns...

"Sango..." Kagome called in a singsong voice. She looked up from her place on the desk flipping through Starz Bazaar.

"Yeeeeeeeeesss Kagome?" She replied in the same singsong voice

"WHAT is is exactly you have SET UP for Inuyasha and myself?" Kagome asked, her tone sugar sweet.

Sango knew that voice. And she wasn't sure she would survive the aftermath. Nice knowing you, world.

"Ummm, well, to...dispel any rumors about you and Inuyasha hating each other because of a certain someone's actions last night, we have agreed to plant ten tabloids' photographers all over the city to take pictures of you both!" Sango said chirpily, all in the same breath, standing up, so Kagome at least wouldn't have the advantage when she got down to the final detail.

"What's the catch?" Kagome said dryly, crossing her arms, looking for all the world like she DIDN'T want to strangle Sango right about now. "Other than the fact that I will sit him into kingdom come?"

"Well, we weren't gonna start the whole couple thing until next week, but due to the... the..ummm. developments, we have to take a few...hundred...candid shots of you guys looking very couply!" Sango squealed out and ran to hide behind a dazed Miroku, who was leaning against the doorjamb, having missed the whole scenario.

"Couply, you say?" Kagome hissed out. "Couply...WITH THAT TWO BIT SON-OF-A-BITCH WHO COULDN'T TELL ONE SIDE OF HIS OWN ASS FROM HIS GODDAMN FACE AND WHO CAN'T –"

"Get his own dick up if you ground pure sex against it?" A voice drawled out from the doorway leading from her lobby. Oh no.

"I always seem to walk in on you giving me such wonderful compliments," Inuyasha exclaimed sarcastically. "I have to say, I'm really flattered."

And not only was this totally deja vu, Kagome had never felt less like being mad at him simply because of how he was looking right now. He had his lustrous hair tied up loosely in a black rubber ponytail holder, and wore low slung jeans, Converses and a navy blue T-Shirt with the slogan "Barbie is a slut – but she gives great head!" slashed across it in an almost violent pink. Ironic really, Kagome thought, when he tries least, he looks the hottest.

Screw that for now.

"I'm going to choose to ignore that. How did you get here?" Kagome asked.

"I flew." Inuyasha quipped.

"No seriously." Kagome said, getting a tad peeved now.

"Fine. I actually stole a five year old kid's pogo stick hopped down to the horse and carriage place in Central Park, took one of them to Fifth Avenue and then rode a pink elephant here." Inuyasha said, just as tonelessly, despite the broad smirk spreading over his face.

"Okay then. Sango has something to tell you, by the way." Kagome ground out, losing every inch of her self control by the minute.

"What bitch?" He quipped, hauling Miroku up from the doorjamb out of his way, thumping him on the back on his way to the bathroom.

"Excuse me, asshole, but that's my goddamn friend, have a little respect!" Kagome yelled, outraged at his attitude to Sango. "Or else I will sit you into your next life!"

Down Inuyasha went, face planted into the soft carpet. The stream of obscenities coming from his muffled mouth went on as Kagome put her hands over her mouth in shock and embarrassment.

"You really have to learn how to control that, before I help you. Spit it out Sango." Inuyasha snapped.

"Ooookay then...Basically, we have to get pictures of you and Kagome doing couply things all day and looking all cosied up so that all this ruckus can blow over in layman's terms." Sango said shortly.

"And I couldn't get this version because...?" Kagome asked, subconciously walking up to stand next to Inuyasha.

"Well because..." Sango strode up, put her arms around Kagome from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. "You are my bestest best friend, and it's my job to tell you things right."

"Oh please, spare me the sentimentality." Inuyasha growled, ignoring the warmth that came up in his stomach seeing Kagome smile.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. So where we going first?" Kagome asked, feeling, all of a sudden, surprisingly chipper about all of this.

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"I HATE HORSES." Inuyasha ground out, standing six feet back from the horse and carriage he and Kagome were standing in front of in Central Park, in full view of the hidden camera the "driver" (photographer) had attached to the harness.

Kagome had changed into a white halterneck knee length sundress, and super tall wedges, along with a lightweight denim jacket.

"No you don't, bastard, and we are doing this for a reason. Don't know what you're complaining about anyways, it's not like you have to touch it at all." Kagome laughed, taking his hand, after Sango, posing as a a helpful footman, zapped her with a low voltage stun gun she had for this very purpose.

Shooting Miroku a filthy glare, Inuyasha put on a nice fake smile and gripped Kagome's hand. He was shocked at how warm and soft it was, and how, just holding her hand, made his tortured soul feel a little more at ease.

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He was so strong and safe, Kagome thought. She could've sworn, that she had never felt better with a guy. Sure Hojo was...chivalrous and all, but honestly, if someone came along to mug them, he would be the kind to wet his pants then run away screaming, leaving her to the big ol' baddies. No matter how Inuyasha felt about her right now, and what she felt about him, she could count on him. She was sure of it.

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Great. The female race had finally won one over on Inuyasha Mireshi. In the form of a 5ft 9 beauty called Kagome Higurashi. Damn he loved women like her, really. He might like the submissive type in bed more, but this one...this one was different somehow. But he couldn't let down his guard, not for anyone else, and certainly not for her. No matter what.

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After MUCH pushing and shoving, plus a couple stun gun attacks, Kagome managed to shove Inuyasha into the carriage and allowed him to sulk in the corner, arms crossed and scowling fit to burst.

And it was a shame too, cause he actually looked half decent, Kagome thought looking at him with a half smile on her face. Leather jacket, black turtleneck, blue jeans and loafers made him look a preppy kind of sexy that somehow, someway worked on him.

Yeah well, he could hide no more.

"Dog boy, what's wrong with you?" Miroku hissed from the back of the carriage. "Does couply mean NOTHING to you? Cause right now couply and your CAREER are one and the same, and you need to get busy! Plus, I don't need to be seeing my poor friend here looking lonely, cause that makes Sango mad, which of course makes her less receptive to my wily charms, which means that all my sexual prowess exercises will have gone to waste, which means-"

"Shut up, Miroku, will you?" snapped Inuyasha. He turned to Kagome, who was looking right back at him, a kind of dazed look on her face. Confused bitch. No way she was lusting after him, right? Of course, that was if you fully ignored the sharp tang of it in the air, radiating off of her.

Well, the formerly un-conquerable had just become a little more conquerable, Inuyasha thought, a devilish smirk spreading across his features.

"C'mere Kagome." He commanded in a sultry voice, beckoning her with his hand.

"Excuse me? You ignore me this whole ride, kicking up some drama about trusting a wild, unpredictable beast with your precious life and hair, and now you want to get all intimate. Please." Kagome scoffed, turning her head away, only to be met on the other side by Sango's furious face, hanging on to the back of the carriage for dear life.

"Are you not paying ANY ATTENTION? Camera, there, on the two of you, non stop, constant multishot. Get together NOW. OR I SWEAR BUYO WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN, MUCH LESS EVER SEE YOU." Sango growled out, holding the stun gun threateningly.

Suddenly, her expression softened and she winked at Kagome and gave her a reassuring smile. "Go get 'em, tiger. You suit him. God knows no one else does..." Sango said quietly.

"Heard that bitch." Inuyasha leaned out, right over Kagome's chest to glare at Sango, who folded her lips to keep from laughing, and ducked back behind the carriage.

Kagome shuffled up the plush velvety seat, and almost shuddering with supposed revulsion, leaned into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes behind her huge yellow shades.

Inuyasha, meanwhile, nearly had a heart attack at practically lying on Kagome's pert cleavage and was just about to have a coronary when she rested into him. He found it amazing how she could fit him so very well, like the missing piece in a puzzle. Maybe...the missing piece in something bigger.

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"Arms, Inuyasha, your arms." Miroku hissed out helpfully.

He draped one of his arms around her curved waist and once again, was shocked by the perfect fit. Damn her, for being all Inuyasha shaped.

And you know, they didn't move all the way to Fifth Avenue.

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"No." Kagome said shortly.

"Ditto." Inuyasha said just as shortly.

"Please?" Miroku and Sango whined in unison. Their little waiter/ess outfits were rather cute, Kagome thought, but that wouldn't help their case any.

"Do you not think it bad enough that you made me walk down Fifth holding hands like lovesick teenagers, made us share a three course meal, and a drink with ONE straw, and ice cream with two spoons and everything, and that we have had pictures and people all over us all day. I'm not kissing him Sango, and that's that." Kagome finished stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Really, it's not like I need any more wench germs in my system." Inuyasha said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hello, need we remind you?" Sango snapped shrilly, poking them both roughly in the foreheads. "Careers and small furry pets with death warrants hanging over their heads."

"Yeah, but if we lose those, you're out of a job as well, Sango." Inuyasha reasoned, proud that he'd got a point on her. Didn't often do that one now did he?

"Screw that. Get to it, and get to it now, or else the cat gets it, Kagome." Sango whispered menacingly, indicating where they were to the photographers in the bushes around the beautiful, exclusive open air cafe.

And with that, Miroku moved around to the back of Inuyasha, Sango to the back of Kagome and both simultaneously zapped their lower backs with jolt of electricity.

It had the desired effect too. They came together, and their lips met surprisingly, in front of the restaurant's Italian-esque fountain.

And the world stopped.

Kagome was dumbstruck by what a good kisser Inuyasha was. He wasn't pushy he wasn't weak, he didn't make her do anything before she was ready. He was perfect. Her arms came up around his neck and she was rewarded by him holding her closer, arms tight round her waist. The world and this stupid bargain seemed to melt away around her as they kissed, and as his tongue swept out the inside of her mouth, making her knees go weak. She would've fallen if he hadn't been holding her up, enveloping her, entirely.

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A kiss was a kiss, but this...this was a mini miracle. She wasn't afraid to take the lead as she deepened the kiss, inserting her own tongue alongside his, running her hands through his hair. All his instincts told him to hold tight, to live within this moment forever, and to never let her slip away from him.

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"See Miroku!", Sango whispered as they stood head to head, watching the making out couple in front of them, the camera flashed going crazy. Holding their order pads so it looked like they were doing work, the two began observing the pair in all seriousness.

"If you make out long enough, you do stop needing to breathe. They've been at it for like five minutes now!" brandishing her pen at the joined-at-the-face couple.

"Yeah but they're like superhuman. At least, he's a hanyou, she's a miko. Added stamina all round." Miroku shot back.

"But come on. Basic breathing is necessary, no matter what. They haven't even separated yet. I swear you can't breathe through you nose like that all this time. You know, I actually think it's time they stopped. Remember, they hate each other." Sango said.

"Oh but Sango, you and I, don't you remember the hospital closet?" Miroku said suggestively, dragging his finger down Sango's spine, making her arch away in surprise

She flushed red and hissed "That was a completely different thing. I couldn't breathe right anyway, in case I sucked up some ammonia or crap."

"AHEM!" Sango cleared her throat very, very loudly, still bright red.

"Feel like giving her her face back now, Yash?" Miroku quipped.

"Shut up. Uhhhh, let's, go then. Yeah." And with one last confused glance at Kagome, he dragged Miroku behind him to go walk to YouKingdom for an early drink. The girl could've used his hard-on as a bench after a session like that.

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"Yes Kagome, I hate Inuyasha, I wish he were dead, I couldn't care less if he did die, he's this he's that, and you are a big fat hypocrite!" Sango exclaimed, lightly slapping Kagome's arm on each of the last three words.

"I am not!" Kagome replied, feeling the lie in her very bones.

"Uh huh. I don't believe you. Do you know, you guys made out, with tongues, that were fully visible I might add (Kagome cringed at the point), for seven minutes thirty nine seconds?" Sango asked shrilly, tapping the face of her watch with her finger.

"It wasn't that long. I'm telling you Sango, it's just sexual tension. Now, it'll all blow over, and we'll be back to our normal hatred level ASAP. Just as well we separated anyway." Kagome smiled, trying to avoid more confrontation.

"SEXUAL TENSION. I didn't even know there WAS any between you. Though obviously, I've just been missing something. And I think you're forgetting something that's going to contribute to this new found sexual tension." Sango said, a michievous grin on her face.

"Whaaaat?" Kagome asked warily.

"You guys are sleeping in the same bed tonight." Sango said conclusively.

AN: Wow, that's it for this chappie. Hope you like. I have to say, I'm on a roll here. I love you guys and will try very, very hard to keep to this update pace for you guys, cause I love this story as much as I hope you do.

Inukagchick11

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