A/N So I haven’t updated since…what a year ago? What year is it anyway? Anyways, I got a life, and decided to stop writing, but since the summer has started up and the weather seems to be almost as horrible as my mood, I’ve decided to take another shot at my stories…If I suck, well then blame my keyboard. It’s really dusty.

Let’s Play Pretend

Chapter 2: Love at First Sight

There are no other suits in the world that can compare to an Armani suit.

They simply glowed.

So as you can imagine, Inuyasha was a tad bit upset.

”YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Scratch that. He was pissed.

Lava came pouring out of his ears, and seemed to be covering the floor around them. Or maybe that was just the cake.

The guests dived for cover.

Miroku pulsed Sango behind him, ready to fight.

The world trembled with fear.

Kagome smiled.

”Oops…I hope that wasn’t expensive.”

Inuyasha stood there, and for a second he just didn’t know what to say. He just stood there with a fish look, gaping at the girl who was smiling in a sickly sweet way. She seemed so pleased with herself. In fact he hadn’t seen anyone who was so happy at someone’s distress since…when was the last time he looked in the mirror? Oh yeah, fifteen minutes ago.

Inuyasha stood there planning his next moment, in silence. And then the second was over.

And boy, he really let her have it.

And that was how she found herself with a cake over her head.

She sputtered, and then wiped frothy icing from her eyes, and then licked her fingers clean.

Mm… Chocolate. Impossible to get out, but deathly delicious.

Then Kagome lifted her head up as high as it would go considering that she had a five pound cake on top of her head, and exited the building.

xoxo

“Kagome, may I talk to you…?”

Mrs. Takashi peeked into the room, and saw…

A lacy cake…

’Kagome…”

Mrs. Takashi wasn’t stupid, she read the news and she watched the movies, and this was always how the characters got lured into rooms where they shouldn’t be, and then murdered. The killer would always show something that the victim would find impossible to resist. But…

How did they know her weakness for cake?

She knew that she shouldn’t…but her legs seemed to be making the decision for her.
Just a bite wouldn’t hurt…she was incredibly fast for her age –not a day over forty, no matter what anyone said.

She reached out a timid finger and got some icing. Mm…heaven.

”Mrs. Takashi?”

Kagome?

The cake was Kagome?

”OH! Kagome dear! You’re in the cake!”

”Yes.” Duh.

”Do you need some help dear?” Like eating it? Mrs. Takashi wondered.

”Erm…no, not really. Did you want something?”

”Oh yes! I came to you with a proposition actually…” She smiled slightly…she was propositioning a cake.

”Oh! Just give me a moment!” Kagome turned around and wiped the remaining cake off her face. So now she was a five tier chocolate cake with a face. Dream come true.

”Yes?”

”Er…” Mrs. Takashi hesitated for a bit, taking in the strangeness of it all, “well…I hope you don’t get offended but I know how you are in kind of a tough financial situation at the current moment…”

Kagome flushed, she loved Mrs. Takashi, really she did. But it was her financial situation, and although she didn’t think that Mrs. Takashi was the kind of person to snub someone…but…Why else would she be bringing it up?

”Well…it’s just…really…just…a bump…a bump in the road, really…” Kagome trailed off.

”I’m sure it is dear, but see…I’m in a tough spot and I thought that you could help me out. Like a favor dear. And in return I could help you out of your sticky spot.”

”Oh.”

It was clearly a pity job. I mean Kagome knew that…and she was above taking pity from kind old ladies…right? But then again, the bank’s exclamation marks were kinda scary…And who knows…maybe she really did need help…

Yeah right.

Mrs. Takashi knew how pathetic Kagome’s situation was, and she decided to save her from her macaroni and cheese days. It was nice really, but Kagome couldn’t take the job. Her pride demanded that Kagome turn away, and maybe even give a whole speech about how offended she was.

”Okay I’ll do it!”

Clearly, she didn’t listen to her pride.

Mrs. Takashi beamed. “I’ll wire the money to you tomorrow. Can you begin the job tomorrow as well?”

”Sure.”

Mrs. Takashi turned to leave, and then suddenly Kagome remembered a slightly important detail.

”Wait. What’s the job?”

A guilty look flashed across Mrs. Takashi’s face.

Oh God, Kagome prayed, please don’t be stripping. Please, please, please don’t make me an exotic dancer or a sex slave. And then Kagome remember one thing that would torture her the most.

Please don’t make me work at McDonalds.

Kagome would rather starve to death, then ever look at a Big Mac ever again.

”I need your services as an actress.”

Relief.

”So…no stripping…?”

”No dear.”

”No sex slave…ing?”

”No of course not.”

”No Big Macs?”

”I don’t think so.”

”Great.”

Mrs. Takashi turned to leave again, and then she thought of a question.

”By the way dear…who did that to you?” Mrs. Takashi pointed to the cake. “Assuming that you didn’t do that to yourself…If you did you must know that I have nothing against a good…cake rub from time to time.” Mrs. Takashi smiled.

”Oh no one…just this as – jerk...named Inuyasha.”

Oh dear, this was going to cause some problems.

xoxo

”I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID THAT!” Sango hollered to Miroku.

Right now, Miroku was so rethinking the whole ‘best friends’ thing.

He knew that Inuyasha could be a little hotheaded but to cover their maid of honor in cake? To cover their maid of honor in cake on their WEDDING DAY? That was more then a little hotheaded. And a little bit more then he could take. He was just marrying Sango, whom he had proposed to three times before she had finally accepted. And fine, maybe the first two times he was groping her butt while he was asking, but that didn’t make him any less serious…

Ok, maybe it did.

”What do I serve to my guest? Do I make them eat their napkins instead of my cake?”

”Well dear, most of the guest got their cake before the incident…and technically its our ca-“

Sango dear cut him off.

”And what about Kagome? She’s my best friend! And your ‘best friend’ dumped CAKE! On her HEAD! HE DUMPED CAKE ON HER HEAD!”

”Yes honey, I got it…he dumped cake on her head.”

”I KNOW! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DUMPED CAKE-“

”on her head…” Miroku finished.

Then Sango’s face crumpled, and she started shaking with sobs. Actually no…it was more like she was possessed like that girl in the Exorcist, and was trying to shake the evil spirit out or something.

Miroku wondered if a cop could get away with murder…maybe he could say that it was self defense. Or maybe he could plant drugs on Inuyasha after he murdered him… But Inuyasha was hanyou…how do you kill a Hanyou? A silver bullet perhaps? But he was part dog, not part wolf…so what? Was he supposed to hit him with a tranquilizer dart and send him to the pound? Yes…that sounded quite nice.

But right now he needed to tend to his wife. Who was currently crying like a kid who’s lollipop got stolen.

”…he dumped cake on her head…”

xoxo

Looking at a steaming Miroku, Inuyasha decided that maybe he stepped over the line.

Maybe.

But the girl had smeared CAKE all over an ARMANI suit. That was simply not done. What kind of SADIST would do that?! Just thinking about it made him mad.

So really, she deserved the cake over the head.

But taking another look at Miroku, who looked like he was about to explode, and splatter guts everywhere, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life… Inuyasha decided that he had stepped over the line just a tad bit.

But really, what had the girl expected? No one messed with Inuyasha’s Armani, and got away with it.

He had dumped cake on her head.

Inuyasha giggled.

”WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?” Miroku hollered.

”Um…nothing.”

”YOU DUMPED THE CAKE OVER HER HEAD!”

”Yeah, I know…” Inuyasha grinned.

”ITS NOT FUNNY!”

Inuyasha looked at him!

”IT’S NOT!”

Inuyasha looked at him some more.

”It’s not…”

Inuyasha blinked.

”It’s…”

The two burst out laughing.

And then a shadow loomed over the both of them. They turned around. And there stood Sango. She was angry. Livid. Fuming. And oh-so-sexy.

He might as well have a little grope before she killed him.

xoxo

Kagome wiped the cake off her hair the best she could, and went to join the last of the reception.

When she got out of the changing rooms, Sango was waiting for Kagome to begin the tradition of throwing the bouquet. When Sango saw that her friend was finally out of hiding Sango stood up and went to stand beside her slightly swollen husban, and threw the flowers with the strength and experience of a pro-football player.

She didn’t graduate first in the academy for nothing, don’t you know?

Up and up the flowers traveled, and then suddenly they landed…right where they shouldn’t be.

Right in Inuyasha’s lap.

”Eh?”

Inuyasha picked up the flowers and threw them back at the crowd of ogling girls. And so the flowers picked up on their travels once more, and descended into…

Kagome’s arms.

He glared at her, and she glared right back.

Then all the girls were squealing and hugging her, and telling her to invite them to her wedding. Sango was smiling, looking pleased that something had gone right today, so Kagome couldn’t continue her glaring fest. She could…but that would just ruin Sango’s day.

She smiled.

At least the day was finally over.

xoxo

Kagome rang the doorbell, and twiddled with her hair in anticipation.

Yesterday Mrs. Takashi had phoned and given her an address, a time, and a role. When Kagome asked a question, like for example, who was residing at the address, and whose girlfriend was she anyway? Normally Mrs. Takashi was a highly informative person, giving careful details, and seeing how her students reacted to them. But this time was different…

It made Kagome suspicious. She had spent the night tossing and turning and flipping her pillow. Now here she was, in bright yellow, with her hair in a high pony tail, and deep dark bags under her eyes. (the teabags were supposed to help!)

A pause. Hadn’t she rang the door bell ages ago?

She looked at the pristine white button, her index finger itching.

Really, she was supposed to be patient. That was what her Mama taught her…

Although…her Mama wasn’t here right now…

Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!

Patience was never Kagome’s greatest virtue.

”COOL IT! I’M COMMMMING!”

Kagome blinked. Wow…he sounded mad…She wondered why…

And then suddenly the door swung open fiercely and revealed a very shirtless..

Inuyasha???

(A/N soooo…review please. Yah. That’s about it.)