Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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Chapter Eleven:
Art
"I don't really need it," Kagome argued.
The flamboyant man wrapped Kagome up with a smock and grabbed her head between both hands. He critically examined the reflection in the mirror.
"Darling," he said loudly, "You do."
"I just knew I wanted a change," Kagome said.
"Next time you want a change, honey, come to me. Don't go grabbing a weed-whacker and expect the result to look good!"
Kagome didn't answer. Anything she said would be used against her.
In a mere hour and a half, he managed to create art out of the chaos that was Kagome's hair.