Author's note: HEY GUYSSS So, i've put more time into this chapter and it's going into more detail and so forth. I hope you guys enjoy and leave a review if you like! The more reviews I have the more I feel motivated to update!

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Chapter Two: Monday's are bullshit.

Oh sweet misery please take me.

Gaining my consciousness back, I felt my body stir.

I had no other explanation for the hammer beating inside my fucking head.

My eyes were still shut as my palm made contact with my forehead then made its way down to cover my face. For a minute I was confused and then quickly realized what was impaling my vision. "The sun is just too fucking bright today." I mumbled to myself but I kept my palm as a shield to my eyes while battling the radiating heat from the window.

I groaned reminding myself that maybe Bicardi shots weren't such a good idea last night and my memory was still kind of a blur, but I was slowly piecing back together the events.

I peered over to my right and saw a figure in the shape of a man. Shit, I remembered.

I took a minute to admire his somewhat familiar face, then the rest of my fragmented memory decided to rejoin me. The male Adonis was Bankotsu Tanaka, he was a big shot in the music industry and CEO of Shield Records Inc, one of the top record labels in the U.S.

We met last night at the Marquee Club, he had flown into town to scout out some new talent but my manager managed to snag a minute of his time for me. Our conversation consisted of him talking mostly about himself, big surprise there right? Bankotsu bragged about his recent cover on Forbes how it stressed him out that he had to workout six times a week.

I mentally rolled my eyes. I've heard it all before with these kinds of guys but ill give him some credit he was a good fuck and the finest Colombian cocaine was a nice touch too. Sango decided it would have been a good idea to network with someone that had such a strong influence in the music industry.

I reluctantly agreed with her because Sango's instincts were usually right, hell that's why I hired her.

I met Sango Tayija a year after my first album was released. I was on my way to success but it was rough, I had some issues with my previous employer and you could say we had "creative differences". That is when Sango reached me personally and offered to manage me and she wanted to take my image and music to the next level. I had already known of the other talented artists she made careers for and at that time my falling out with Miasma Records was plastered all over the tabloids and my career had almost been destroyed.

Pushing my thoughts away, I peered over to my right and got a good look at Bankotsu's chiseled jaw line, his cheek was buried in his pillow. He had those sexy, pouty lips that was put to muchuse last night. His hair draped over his back reaching his very toned ass might I add. His bright, cobalt eyes was what really attracted me to him.

Remembering my initial task I leaned over carefully towards the end table that was currently occupied with various party favors. I inched forward and bent down concentrating on the small glass piece that pushed the white, powdery substance in a straight line, satisfied with my handy work I snorted my dose and I instantly felt that familiar burning sensation up my nostril that will soon spread into the rest of my body releasing its euphoria. I scooped up a little bit with my middle finger and rubbed it in between my gums. Bankotsu was right, this blend was fucking good.

Despite my head rush I grabbed my cellphone off the end table and saw the list of notifications bombarding my lock screen and I read the various messages and cyber threats Sango dished out.

Eh, I'll call her after I sneak out.

I carefully planned my escape, and decided it was probably best to just crawl to the bathroom. My balance was just gone, oh god at least let me make it to the floor. I tried so gently to maneuver my body onto the plush rug that was beneath me and then finally, I was successfully on my hands and knees. Just to be safe I peered behind me cause the last thing I need is to wake up Bankotsu. I was not very good with the morning after awkwardness. The bastard was snoring loud, I just scoffed. Why are men so barbaric?

After a few minutes of battling my body's resistance, I crawled over to my destination. I used the doorway entrance to his bathroom as support and trying to lift my body I did my best to ignore my current state of fuzziness. My black dress was abandoned on the stone countertop, at least Bankotsu had amazing taste in location. The bathroom was gorgeous, It was donned with modern black counter tops with his or hers sinks, a large mirror and on top laid bright vanity lights that lit up the whole room. Across from the sinks was a beige colored hot tub, it was made of stone and fitted for two people. In the corner you could not miss the large walk in shower that was covered with a modern glass door and inside was covered with luxurious, modern tiles.

I pulled the garment over my head annoyed with how much my large breasts jiggled during the process and I cursed at the lack of control I had over my body but once I got my dress on I took the chance to study my current appearance, and as I surveyed my reflection I noticed my eyeliner was semi smeared and my eyes looked more bloodshot than clear gray. My dark locks were messy in tangles, that was going to be tamed in a minute. I peeked down at my phone again and looked at the time. Fuck, I need to get out of here before Sango has my ass. I thought to myself.

I grabbed my makeup bag off the counter and applied some concealer to cover the puffiness underneath my eyes, re applied my eyeliner and decided to be extra and add a cat eye wing, it was simple and complimented my eyes perfectly. I winced as I tried to brush out my wavy, thick hair, breaking through my tangles. So last night we got a little kinky and there was major hair pulling going down, I loved it rough.

Adjusting my black leather dress one more time, I was satisfied with my completed look. The dress was pleated, hugging my waist and complemented my hour glass figure, it has a silver zipper that starts from the bottom and ends right in front of my cleavage. I bit my lip, checking myself out one more time, and on a last-minute decision, I hiked down my dress to lay closer to my knees.

I forgot to wear panties last night, woops.

I applied some clear gloss to my pink, pouty lips, and before throwing my stilettos on, I popped an altoid in my mouth. I mean don't me wrong I love oral sex, but I am not leaving with the taste of dick in my mouth. I grimaced.

Tiptoeing out of the bathroom, I emerged back into Bankotsu's room, he was still sleeping, thank god.

With a sigh of relief, I made my way into the hotel hallway closing his room door behind me. I jetted to the elevator quickly pressing the lobby button as my destination.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Sango's number mentally preparing for the bitch fit I was going to get.

I heard a pickup. "um, hey Sango.."

"DON'T HEY SANGO ME, KAGOME! I'VE BEEN TEXTING AND CALLING YOU SINCE LAST NIGHT!" She boomed through the small speaker. I winced feeling her frustration, sometimes she was scary.

"Kagome, you're an hour and a half late for your studio session, and time is money so get your ass down here!" she demanded.

Shit. I forgot about my session, but I figured I could redeem myself and deliver some good news.

"Look Sango, I'm really sorry but I did hit it off with Bankotsu last night! he's accepted your proposal and agreed to produce my new album. He even promised he'd have his PR team email you the details later this week." I said, trying to ease her mood.

I heard her take a deep sigh through the phone.

"Fine, I'll let this one slide, but you are not completely off the hook! As your manager I'm pissed! But as your best friend, I want the dirty details of last night. You left so quickly after drinks I didn't get the chance to let you know about your arrangements this morning! I have your limo waiting outside for you."

I sighed, I knew I wasn't the easiest client to have and I was so lucky to have a manager and friend like Sango. She has dealt with so much of my bullshit and I don't know how I'd ever thank her.

I felt like a bad friend.

"I'll make it up to you Sango, I swear. Look you can have a raise, effective immediately! Please just don't stay mad at me" I playfully begged over the phone.

"Don't think you can bribe me with me money...but I'll take it, but you still owe me. I worry about you Kagome; you're my best friend and I love you honey bunz. Oh! By the way before I forget, me and Miroku want to have an impromptu meeting when you get here, there's some upcoming events we think you should attend." Sango remembered to mention that last detail.

I rolled my eyes at her manager talk, "Alright girl, I'm on my way now, love you Sangie, Thanks for having my back." Kagome meant every word.

"Yeah, yeah just get your ass down here, we've got songs to record, oh I also got a change of clothes for you, I figured you'd be arriving indecent." She teased.

This is why I loved her; she was on top of everything.

"Alright, see ya in a bit" I chuckled.

"Bye chikaaaaa!" She sung before hanging up.

Finally noticing the elevator had landed, I walked through the lobby ignoring all the mindless gambling and drinking at ten am, that was Las Vegas for you.

When I came into view of the valet, an older man smiled gently at me, he already knew who I was.

"Good morning, Miss Higurashi. Miss Taiyija arranged for your limo to pick you up, did you have any other belongings for us to retrieve for you? He asked politely.

I flashed him a Hollywood smile, showing off my pearly whites. "No thank you, I just have my purse with me." He opened the limo door for me, then stepping off to make way for my entrance.

"Very well miss, enjoy the rest of your day." He bid me farewell before closing the door.

Getting comfortable in my leather seat, I couldn't help but stare at the city through the window. I watched us take off, and I took notice of the annoying tourists taking pictures of the strip, the various couples holding hands, I saw some children with their families. I felt a small pang, these people were happy with their small, boring lives.

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud beeps of the horns. I turned my attention to the traffic ahead, why was the strip backed up in the morning?

I groaned. "Mondays suck."

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The violins were swaying in the background, you could hear the subtle harp dancing softly around the masculine guitars. Kagome had her eyes closed nodding her head with the music, and when the drums kicked up her cue, going into the chorus she put all her concentration in her voice.

Carried away by thee truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightenment.

The blue rain, covered my roots..

And I forgot where I..came from..

As the rest of the music slowly died down, the sound of Sango's voice brought her back to reality.

"WHOO! That's my girl!" Sango cheered from other side of the glass.

They had been recording for 8 hours now, and she was exhausted to say the least, its not that she minded, she was also a perfectionist. Every note needed to be on point.

"I don't know Sango. Something felt off, let's do another take." Kagome hesitated. It's been a couple of years since she's produced a new album and she was feeling the pressure. Her fan base was something so important to her, she didn't want to let them down again, after the success of her second album something inside her spun out of control, so she turned to cocaine to take the edge off. It's not like she was an addict, it was purely recreational.

"Look Kagome, we've gone over the chorus four times already, you sound amazing! I promise you, I'm not going to let you sell yourself short." She stared at back Kagome, her brows were furrowed and that was usually a sign she was being serious.

Giving in, she took off her headphones and decided to take a little break.

"Im just really scared, San. I just don't wanna fuck up again." For a split moment, the thought made Kagome feel powerless. Chaos and misery had been her kryptonite and she was a walking, ticking, time bomb.

Her last break down wasn't pretty, all the booze, the celebrity parties, and fucking whatever Rockstar she made friends with that night could've been the end. It didn't help that the whole world was watching her every move. The night of her last album release Kagome had decided to throw a high-profile bash at her villa in Los Angeles, well things went south pretty quickly. The night ended with Sango frantically trying to keep the crazy party animals in control, as she pushed through the crowd of people in search for Kagome, she ran upstairs to her bedroom only to find her face down on her large, king size bed. They were two guys groping her various body parts, and rubbing her barely covered ass, she was stripped down to nothing but a black lacy, thong. What disgusted Sango is the fact that they were snorting cocaine down her back. Sango grew up in a military home so she had no problem chasing fuckers away, but that was not necessary she scrammed them away with the threats that the police were on their way to get the party crashers out and confiscate all the drugs on the property.

Kagome's memory was kind of fuzzy of that night, the last thing she remembered was Sango rubbing cold water on her face, and she didn't even know why, she did however remember Sango threatening to drop her from management and their friendship if she didn't get her ass into rehab.

"I'm never going back to that fucking place." She thought bitterly. Rehab was a joke, they wanted to get inside your head and control you with medications that took away your reason for living, it left you in a state of void that made no sense. For a while she was so resentful at Sango for leaving her in that awful place. In the beginning when Sango would visit her, Kagome refused to even be in the same room, it was not her fault someone crashed and brought the drugs to her place, but they still punished her for it. She did NOT have a problem; it was all just harmless fun. Here she was today still in perfect physical shape and healthy, so why was everyone so serious about it?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sango's voice. "I'm never going to let that happen to you EVER, do you hear me? I partly blame myself for not seeing how deep you fell and how late I was to pick you up. " Kagome recognized the painful expression she wore; it had a hint of guilt and of shame.

She stared at the floor lost in her thoughts once more. Why did she always leave her best friend to clean up her fuck ups? It wasn't fair, Sango had put so much of her life on hold to babysit her, she was supposed to be building her home for the child her and Miroku should've had by now.

"I'm so sorry Sango, I really don't know how many times I've said it to you, I swear I'm not gonna let you down this time." She promised, also leaving herself with a silent vow.

Sango's face softens, a small smile creeping up her lips. "You're so talented Kagome, I don't you even think you realize it, I've read so many of your fan letters while you were out in rehab, you don't know how many lives you have saved with your music. You have a gift, don't fall into that darkness tap into it, harness it. Channel it through your music."

Sango was right, her music was the only thing she had left. Was the music enough to save what was left of her humanity?

Ending her silent debate with herself, she took a small breath and decided to leave that argument for another day.

She smiled back at Sango, hoping to restore her reassurance. "Yeah, yeah I fucking get it, im soooo amazing" Kagome let out a small chuckle as a soft pillow made impact with her face.

"HEY! I was trying to be sincere and shit!" Sango huffed playfully, leave it to Kagome to steer a serious moment with jokes and sarcasm. "Anyway, let's get down to business, Miroku's at my office discussing the details of your attendance and possible performance at the Billboard music awards in Japan, I think it'd be awesome. You've been invited so many times and I know you're going to say no but this is Japan, don't you want to surprise your fans in Tokyo? Sixty seven percent of your fan base are from Japan." Sango persuaded, studying Kagome's reaction she already knew what answer was coming out of her mouth.

"Fuck, no."

Distracted for a moment she brushed the small balls of lint off her silk Armani suit, then shortly collecting her thoughts. "Kagome, you need to get over whatever issues you have with your family, I know that's what this is really about. Maybe you should put your big girl panties and call your MOTHER and tell her you're booking a flight next week to Tokyo."

Kagome grimaced, the idea of going back home repulsed her. There was absolutely nothing left for her in Tokyo, she spoke to her brother and mom maybe three? Four times a year? They always sent her invites to the family Christmas parties and what not but she never showed up and a small part of her knew that her mother was disappointed every year she didn't visit.

Sango continued as she sat there silent. "Okay fine, I won't bug you about it anymore for now, but please consider this Kagome, not just for the amazing career opportunity, but for your own peace of mind. Hell, it wouldn't kill you to see your family for once."

Sensing her friend's reluctance she dropped the subject.

Miroku's probably waiting for me. I have your limo driver on call to pick you up whenever you leave the studio. " giving up her pitch, Sango got up and gave Kagome a small piece of comfort with a squeeze on her shoulder before heading out the studio and leaving Kagome with her thoughts.

Oh Sango, you just have no idea.

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"Oh fuck yeah.."

The sound of skin slapping against each other was all you could hear until the moans echoed through the large master bedroom.

Kagome liked it rough, but this guy was holding onto her like she was going to disappear. She tried to make an effort to put away bad habits but after all the serious chit chat with Sango earlier she needed to forget, so she kept a couple guys on call for those lonelynights, but what was this guy's name again? Kale? Kain? Kevin?

She was having trouble concentrating.

Kagome cried out as she felt him pick up the pace, her fingers dug into the soft carpet beneath her. Mr. No name smirked, slamming into her with the speed of a full youkai. He used his hands to spread her thighs apart, as he fucked her, watching his massive erection disappear inside her dripping cunt .

"So...hard..." She mumbled incoherently, she couldn't stop squirming underneath him, her large breasts bouncing rapidly with from the harsh movements, she cried when she felt him thrust into her harder than before, her back was arched and she screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt his claws against her skin. Sweat poured down his muscular body falling onto her back, rolling his hips in vigor he held onto her hair tight as he fucked her tight cunt, and he'd bend over every few minutes to nip at her neck or play with her hard nipples.

"What's my fucking name, bitch?!" Mr. No name grunted, then he spread her legs wider. Her cries were becoming more loud and frenzied "You're gonna make me cum, baby." He growled, ignoring the fact that she could not remember his name. He continued to slam into her, triggering her own release, then she threw head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head she felt her core tightening around him, her sweet juices covering his massive cock, she could feel Mr. No name's own orgasm explodes inside her already soaked cunt, she collapsed beneath him. Panting hard, Mr. No name pulled his now flaccid cock out of her then rolled over and collapsed beside her.

"That was.."

She internally groaned, time to kick the distraction out now, he had served his purpose.

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she corresponded with a fake smile.

"It was great, Kevin"

"That's Kouga.."

"Oh yeah...hehe sorry."

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The city shone through the distance, my penthouse sat up at the highest altitude and you could see Las Vegas light up so perfectly, it was stunning.

So why did her home feel so foreign?

After she kicked Kevin, or whatever the fuck his name was, out she thought she would feel some sort of relief, or be freed from her stress just a tiny bit, she wasn't asking for much.

Toying with the piece of paper in her hand, it was hard to ignore the racing thoughts.

It was the newest issue of Medical Latest.

Various companies and magazines often sent her PR packages with random products to try out and what not. Kagome's breath hitched, on the cover was the most gorgeous man she'd ever known in her young life. "INUYASHA TAKAHASHI: SURGEON OF THE YEAR" was stated in red bold letters, and he was wearing a traditional white lab coat, underneath was his green scrubs that hugged his broad shoulders very snug. His long thick silver hair was pulled into a neat side braid, and you could see two canine fangs peeking out from his big smile, it was so goofy, but damn he looked good.

And she couldn't help herself, she read the article.

The article was written by Ayame Niigata, she was a young well-known journalist.

"Inuyasha Takahashi studied medicine in Tokyo right after high school, and upon graduating top of his class in medical School he had a promising future ahead of him. His success rates in procedures specializing in oncology related cases make him the most intriguing doctor for sure of our generation. I was most excited to be invited and spend my time with him and his fiancé',Kikyo Higurashi, a well-known supermodel. I recognized her right away, she'd been featured on the cover of many magazines. I sat in front of the happy couple in their lavish garden as they told me about their lovely winter wedding, they had planned next year. The young bride to be was beaming, and the way they smiled at each other just made me forget the true focus of my article. I had originally sought out to make a profile on Mr. Takahashi himself, but it was obvious his lovely fiancé' played a big role in his success."

Kagome snapped the magazine shut and threw it in the garbage. She tried her hardest to blink back the tears falling freely. She just couldn't finish it because there it was, her past sitting in her garbage can. She thought she left that part of her life behind, she even moved across oceans to be away from it.

Kagome walked over and picked up the glass sitting on her coffee table and downed the rest of her cognac.

She felt a small sense of comfort as she remembered she still had one line left tempting from her bedroom. Kagome kicked out Mr. no name so quickly they didn't get a chance to use their "party favor".

Deciding she did not need any more convincing, she poured herself one last glass of cognac and let her demon cloud judgment for the rest of the night.

...How did everything get so fucked up?

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