Kagome sighed heavily, tapping her heeled foot as she pulled out her blackberry to check for the time.

12:30

Half an hour, half a freakin' hour. Where the hell was he?

"Kikyo!" Kagome whined, "Why do we have to keep dealing with him?"

Kikyo smiled, still calmly sitting with her legs tucked neatly to the side. "Patience Kagome, you already know how he is."

Kagomed huffed, a tiny pout already forming on her lips. Sure, she had her few shares of being fashionably late, but it definitely wasn't just a few for him. Did he plan his constant tardiness? Big headed prick.

15 more minutes passed, and Kagome jumped out of her seat with a stomp. "That's it! I refuse to keep waiting around for him. I don't even know how I manage to be near him for more than a second. I'm leaving!"

"Calm down princess, his majesty is here."

Kagome glared at his form, leaning against the door with a smirk. She pointed an accusing finger at him and snarled. "YOU!"

Kikyo cleared her throat, shooting Kagome a sharp look, before smiling pleasantly. "Nice of you to finally make it Inuyasha." She then turned towards the short man across from her with a nod of acknowledgment, "Myouga."

The scowl was still in place on Kagome's face. "What were you doing hm? Trying to fit in a quickie with another bimbo?"

His smirk never left his face. "Princess, you know me too well."

She continued glaring fiercely at him with narrowed eyes, "You should learn to control that bad habit of yours. Might wake up one day with some kinda disease. Who knows what's crawling around in those hussies' vajayjay's?"

"Enough!" Kikyo pinched her nose, exhaling. "This is a business meeting, it isn't the time or place for you two to act like bratty children."

They both huffed, taking seats opposite from eachother.

He would never stop being an ass. He'd never change, he'd forever remain a cocky pretty-boy. He was a liar with smooth words and he got off on messing with people's emotions. She couldn't imagine him ever settling down with anyone. That was probably why he was such a convincing actor, he was a born liar. He sure fooled her. It was pathetic how easy he made her feel like he genuinely-

"Kagome, what do you think?"

She blinked, confused. "Uh.. Sorry what was that again?"

Kikyo sighed, shaking her head. "Kagome, you're really out of it today. You know I expect better from you."

Kagome stared down at her lap, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles on her boat-neck Yves Saint Laurent dress. It was given to her for free to promote the brand, estimating to about 1,625 US dollars and over 133, 300 yen. Ludicrously over priced, but still irresistibly fabulous... and free. "I'm sorry Kikyo, I'm just not feeling well." Slowly, she lifted her arctic gaze and met Kikyo's eyes, smiling weakly.

Her manager frowned, traveling over to Kagome and pressing a cool hand to her temple. "Maybe you're over-exerting yourself. Did you have enough sleep last night?" She couldn't help but be worried. Over the years, Kikyo came to regard Kagome as a younger sister, maybe even something close to a daughter, and sometimes she couldn't hold back the urge to baby her client.

Kagome's eyes twinkled, playfully swatting Kikyo's hand away. "I got enough sleep. Don't worry about it. I was just spacing out again, you know me, total daydreamer." She laughed breezily and Kikyo gave her hand one last squeeze before returning to her seat.

Inuyasha snorted, rolling his eyes. "Can we hurry up and get this over with? I have better things to do." Was it wrong that he suddenly felt jealous of Kikyo? When he watched Kagome's eyes light up towards her, his heart lurched while old memories suddenly swarmed his head. Vividly, he could remember when she would look at him the same way, and it made him feel. He didn't want to feel anything. He wasn't suppose to feel a thing.

"I bet you mean that literally, dontcha Yashie? Better things to do?" Kagome scoffed. "You need better taste in women."

Before Inuyasha could retort, Myouga slammed his hands against the table. "Alright, break it up. Back to business!"

Inuyasha stretched back lazily, placing his feet on top of the table. Kagome watched him from the corner of her eyes before turning her attention back to the middle aged man.

"So, we've been discussing plans with about a dozen companies interested in making you two the faces of their line. Notice how I enunciated on 'you two'?"

The idol's nodded, signaling for him to continue.

"Every photo shoot for these products will be with the both of you. Not separate like the other products you're both faces of individually, but together as the lovely couple they know you two are."

Kagome grimaced, dread already wrapping itself around her. That would mean she would have to spend even more of her time with him. Could it possibly get any worse?

Kikyo reached into her oversized bag and pulled out a thick folder. "And although we haven't decided yet which company to go with, all of them have the same idea, which is basically intimate scenes between the both of you. Which means 'lots of touching, maybe even some skin-on-skin posing."

Kagome inwardly groaned. Apparently, it could get worse. She could barely stand posing next to him on the red carpet when they were fully clothed! She tried her best to find ways to avoid touching him.

"Do you two understand?" Both the managers asked, staring at each pensively.

Kagome nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than to bang her head repeatedly against the table and scream. Nothing was going her way today. Myouga and Kikyo then turned to the half demon for his answer.

"Feh."

The managers stood, speaking simultaneously, "Then it's settled. Now all we have to do is choose from the offers and see which would be the best."

Kagome stood as well, tossing her hair back. She wanted nothing more than to leave and she was relieved that the little meeting was over. She didn't know how much longer she could last near him. His presence was suffocating. The rest of her day would be spent far away from him, and that thought alone managed to brighten her mood. It would be even better if she wouldn't have to see him until next week, but that was impractical, the longest she'd ever spent without seeing him was a few days. Stupid publicity.

Kikyo had a a thoughtful look on her face as she observed her client, darting her eyes towards the silver haired celebrity, then back to her protege. She knew the history they shared, and with how hostile they were to eachother now, it was almost impossible to believe.

Although, she had to admit that sometimes the tenseness between them could be interpreted as sexual tension.

"So we can leave now, right?" Kagome's voice broke through Kikyo's thoughts and she nodded in response. "Of course."

Kagome giggled, already feeling giddy and stretched out a hand towards her manager. "Lunch? On me!"

Kikyo's lips curved up into a smile, taking Kagome's offered hand. Kagome's happiness was always infectious.

Inuyasha glowered at the interaction. Jealousy was clawing at him, and it was absolutely ridiculous. He always felt restless around Kagome. Sometimes old feelings felt fresh and he would start to feel like a teenage boy again. He glanced up at her shimmering eyes and her rosy cheeks, nostalgia washing over him, and he began to feel again. He looked away, blinking back the picture of multicolored sunsets and white sand.

"Isn't it pretty Inu?" She giggled and he found his heart suddenly fluttering. Her petite form was illuminated by the sunset, obsidian hair dancing around her elated face as she twirled. White sand covered her bare legs.

"No, it's beautiful."

Then, he caught her in his arms and she clutched onto him, breathing heavily. He realized that her usual electric blue eyes darkened to a color between indigo and a muted gray as she peered up at him. Slowly, innocently, he pressed his lips to hers. She was probably the only girl he ever treated so carefully, so delicately.

"Until next time, Myouga, Inuyasha." Kikyo nodded towards them with a friendly grin. Myouga returned the smile while Inuyasha simply grunted. He was still too busy shaking away past memories. Kagome beamed at Myouga, pointedly ignoring the hanyou, and strolled out arm-in-arm with Kikyo.

Myouga stepped towards his client, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Let's get going Inuyasha."

Inuyasha held the blank expression on his face, rising from his seat. His head was being bombarded with distinct memories and they weren't welcomed.

Kikyo threw her head back, shrieking with laughter. There were very few people that actually got Kikyo to laugh so hard to the point of tears, and Kagome was one of them. "You're outrageous!" Kagome chuckled along, mixing her drink with a straw.

When Kikyo calmed herself, settling back into demurely sitting with legs crossed and nibbling her muffin, she surveyed the customers spread around the cafe. They came here often because of the privacy it offered. It was a cafe designed for the elite, blinding the outside world with heavily tinted windows, and offering their celebrity customers the privacy they desperately craved. No paparazzi were allowed inside, no camera's or camcorders either. Aside from catering to celebrities and being so private, the cafe was no different than any other.

"Kagome!"

They both blinked at the unexpected interruption, said girl swiveled in her seat to look for the source of the voice. Finally, her eyes lit up with recognition as they landed on a slender brunette. "Sango!"

Sango sauntered over to their booth, heels clicking against the linoleum floor. Once she reached the booth, she flashed both Kikyo and Kagome a radiant smile. "How are you girlies?"

Kikyo sipped her green tea and answered politely, "I've been doing well, and you?" Sango grabbed Kagome's croissant, taking a small bite. "Same here..." She trailed off, glancing at Kagome. "What about you Kags? Things going well with you too?"

Kagome glared jokingly at the brunette, watching her croissant disappear into Sango's mouth. "I was gonna eat that ya know!' Sango stuck her tongue out before reaching over to grab Kagome's frappe and taking long sips. Kagome tittered with laughter, smacking Sango lightly. "Aren't you suppose to be in Paris?"

Sango placed the frappe back down. "I just got back a few days ago. I have so many new killer outfits! I got them all for free too." She sighed dreamily, giggling, "The perks of modeling!"

Kagome winked. "So, you remembered to nab me a few souvenirs... right?"

Kikyo continued quietly sipping her tea and taking small bites from her muffin. Sango and Kagome instantly clicked when they first met. Sango was signed under one of Ichiro Enterprises modeling branches and her husband stood as Sango's primary agent. Although, as a model, Sango had numerous agents depending on the area she was currently working at.

"Kikyo! How is Suikotsu? I missed having him lecture me while I was away!"

Kikyo chortled, remembering how often her husband lectured Sango. Suikotsu was so cute when he got mad. "He might not admit it, but I think he missed lecturing you too."

An employee dressed in the mandatory black and white suddenly appeared and stood beside their booth. "Sorry for the intrusion ladies, but I've come to warn you that there is a huge group of paparazzi waiting outside for to make an appearance."

Kagome ran a hand through her curls, sighing. "Stupid, nosy people... have nothing better to do with their lives." She muttered.

Sango hummed in agreement, patting Kagome's shoulder.

Kikyo thanked the man, grabbing onto Kagome and pulling out her cell phone to make a call. "Don't worry. We'll leave from the back, and we'll just have someone pick up our cars later." Kagome nodded, already gathering her belongings. She glanced at Sango, "are you coming with?"

The model grabbed her leather clutch, flicking back her long ponytail. "Yup! After all, we still haven't had enough time to catch up."

Hurriedly, the trio rushed to the back of the cafe. The cab was already waiting for them when they stepped foot outside, but the sound of the paparazzi was getting louder and louder, so in their heels, they sprinted towards the cab.

"Baby, my feelings are getting hurt. You keep spacing out on me." The woman pouted, her red lips glistening. "Don't tell me you're thinking of someone else."

Inuyasha leaned over, placing a light kiss on her shoulder as he unzipped her dress. "Shut up."

He need a distraction from all the scenes playing out in his head. His nerves needed to be soothed.

Why did she still do this to him, even after all these years?

A/N: Yeaaaaah, so, I don't know what to put in this little note... Hope it didn't bore you too much.

Reviews are always appreciated of course. (: