Hey guys. Okay, I should really be killed. No, maimed then killed. Okay, whatever, I should have updated way sooner, I'm extremely behind and I apologize, life happened, school happened, and I won't be running into this issue for much longer. So, enjoy your new short, but developmental chapter, I recommend listening to Miguel's quickie while reading it, I was, it seemed to go perfectly.

Boss Man (Inuyasha)

The ceiling has the nastiest looking pattern. Seriously, it looks like a teddy bear came all over it. Well maybe not come, some kind of nasty ass liquid. I look over and Kouga is asleep, absentmindedly rubbing his balls. Ew.

Sango fell asleep on the floor. Apparently at some point, she left the hotel room last night and got shit-faced.

I sigh. We need to practice more. If we can just win, this is our ticket out of Tokyo. I need this.

I fiddle, and bang my claws against the bed. I've been avoiding this so far, I turn, and I look at Kagome. She's in her bed, still in her clothes and glitter from the previous night. Her recently black hair is covering her mouth. She still has her shoes on. She stumbled in at one, not too long before Sango came in. She didn't smell drunk. I could be wrong.

I look at her closed eyes, her long legs. She looks better than any other person I ever seen.

Her skin looks soft, it's even worse because I know it is. She doesn't want me to touch it. Not a hobby, she says, I think her and music go together, music is a hobby, how could she not be a hobby?

I take another glance across the room. I hear everyone breathing. Unfortunately, Kouga hasn't stopped breathing. Damn.

I get up as soundlessly as I can, or the wolf will hear me, I start to step over her, but I kick Sango, just for shits and giggles.

I move to Kagome's bed and move her arms over. I can smell her scent before I even lay down. Her neck looks soft. Ne of my claws trails her arms, her chest. I stop right above her breast because I think I'm a good guy.

Her chest rises and falls. I don't want to love her. I don't want to be loved I just want to touch her... thats what I always want. She can be as mad as she wants. I don't care anymore.

I start to shake her a little to get her to wake up. She makes a noise and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck.

Maybe it's morning wood or something but I really wanna mess around a little. She coughs. I feel her hands move, and one of them lands on my bottom lip.

She stiffens, I feel one hand grasp my arm.

She doesn't say anything. Her fingers move back and one grazes my face, the nail doesn't hurt, it's almost feels good.

"Why are you-"

"I just felt like it."

For a while she doesn't talk, no one in the room makes a move.

They sleep, and she tries, but she turns, and small hands and lips brush my lips and hands and we move and for the morning, I'm happy.

The elevator shaft is sliding downward, the small box smells like a bottle of perfume, too many groups have been in here already today.

There's an obnoxious ding and the doors pop open, there's tons of groups down here to practice.

I make my way to the bar, people with outrageous hairstyles are sitting there, some of the most punk bands are sitting here too.

One youkai with a bone through his throat has started singing. How the fuck are his vocal chords working with that going right through them?

I sit down an take one of the complimentary drinks that the bartender is offering. It's pink and smells like cherries. I knock it back and wait for something to happen. However, it would take a while for me to even feel a little buzzed.

"How's it going, Attack!"

I turn and I'm looking into solid black human eyes. I look, it's Bankotsu.

I balance my glass in between my claws and shrug. "Whole lot of nothing..."

He sits down next to me and holy shiz, I think his hair is longer than mine.

"You guys were great yesterday, I mean it."

I nod. "Always hoping to win.."

He laughs. "You won't have to hope. You guys were the best I saw all night."

Of course we were. "What are you offering?"

"No time to shoot the shit, huh?"

I shake my head, a chuckle falls past my lips. "Nope."

Bankotsu takes on what must be his 'serious face'. "If you make it to finals, I can offer you a deal, something really sweet."

"I don't do guys."

"Cute. Seriously, you and Kagome are something I haven't seen for years... definitely a power duo. I want you on my label."

I can't just jump at the first record deal. I mean, this has been the whole point, but he doesn't need to know that nobody else is willing to take me. We could probably get another deal. Then again, I don't even know what the offer is yet...

"So, what kind of contract?"

"Two-year, one tour, two albums?"

Just two? "Starting when?"

"As soon as this is over, if you want. I can't wait for too long though."

"I'm a senior in high school."

He hmms, then drums his fingers on the counter-top, cleans of a speck of imaginary dirt on his suit. "I could work with that. Not saying it wouldn't be difficult. Half of the the first album, you can do while you're in school, the other half, we'll have to work something out."

I nod. "So do my folks need to know or what?"

He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. "I'd say they do, considering their kid is gonna be in the states performing."

"Yeah, they'd notice that..."

"So, is it a deal? Ready to sell your soul?"

I wish I had known that wasn't a joke.

I stare at him, and extend my hand, my claws puncturing is flesh.

"Who said I had one?"

Kagome is pacing back and forth in the hotel room. We perform in fifteen minutes, everyone else is already downstairs waiting on her.

"Kagome! Stop being a stage pussy, we'll go down, we'll perform, just like tons of times before."

"This is for a record deal! What if I screw up?" Her shrill voice screams.

"Don't."

"Don't?"

A fleeting, brief eye contact and a small upturn of one corner of her lips.

"Don't."

I nod. "Right, get it?"

She shrugs. "I suppose. I should just get it over with."

"We've practically already won."

"You put the cock in cocky."

I grip her hand as she walks by, "Nice and corny, right, Arrow?"

It was only a whisper but she gives me the prize of slight eye contact and smiles. "You've been talking to Bankotsu?"

"More than that. This contest is already won."

I lead her towards the door and we head for the elevators. Her hand twitches in mine, maybe a plea to let go, because I won't give her the title she wants.

That's half the fun though.

"I don't wanna be loved, I don't wanna be loved...I just want a quick fix," Falls out of my mouth and over my lips as I take her hand, and gently run the edges of my tips around the area between her thumb and index finger.

She eyes me. Of course she does. She stares at me contemplatively. I keep my eyes on her, and there's no leaving. No chance to, ever again.

With quick, precise movements, I take my claws and cut into the sensitive areas of her skin and carve an A.

She hisses with pain and glares at me, mustering all the hate she can stand to feel towards me.

"No bite marks, no scratches and no hickies. What the fuck?" She spits, but it still sounds so much like a Kagome singing, even if it came out so hateful, I think her singing voice sounds better pissed.

"This is how it's gonna be from now on."

Hand in hand, one parted with blood and a scar, reminding you of what you need to be, and what you need to do, forever.

Because, from now on, "I'm a fucking sword."

And that is your chapter my lovelies, although short, I quite enjoyed making it, I do not claim rights to Miguel or the song Quickie, purely his works, complete DISCLAIMER. Anywhoo, I hope you all enjoyed and that you review, and send me some fanart! PM me for an email if you need it, and happy holidays everyone! Keep a lookout for the next and much sooner chapter of I Don't Do Love Songs entitled: Last Night In Kyoto:The Effects Are Irreversible. I'm off to start drafting Keep It a Secret's new chapter! Thanks for reading and sticking with this story :).

With that said, Sayonara!