Disclaimer: My claim to Inuyasha is as strong as my claim to being Prince William's fiancé…oh wait…they're nonexistent.
Summary: When her boyfriend and best friend, Inuyasha, dumps her for her cousin, college student Kagome ends up kicking a can in her fury. The little can accidentally damages the car of the rich businessman Sesshomaru. In order to pay him back she must spend 25 days basically as his slave! Sesshomaru could get his car fixed without even scratching his wallet, so is there something up his sleeve?
A/N: I've had a few tell me that the plot sounds similar to some Korean movie (I think it's a movie). I've never seen this movie, but I have friends who have, and they said that the plot, except for a car getting damaged by a can, is nothing like the movie….so there! Also, no demons, so Inuyasha looks like he does in his human form, and I haven't decided if he should be Sesshomaru's brother or not…and all currency will just be in American dollars to keep things simple.
Prologue
"Bye!" Kagome yelled as she waved vigorously at Miroku and Sango. With a big grin on her face she turned around, and began walking away.
Kagome was an average Japanese student. She was a senior attending Tokyo University; she had a weekend job, struggled in most of her classes, but was having a blast at it. She was also a typical Japanese girl with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. She wasn't exactly different or unique; she was just Kagome.
She was currently dating her best friend, Inuyasha Yamamoto. They had been best friends since grade school, and they had finally gotten around to dating senior year of high school. Luckily they both got into the same college, and were still going strong…except for that one year…sophomore year of college. It was after he had met her cousin, Kikyo.
People always said that they looked alike, but Kagome didn't see it. She thought that Kikyo had much more defined cheek bones, and lighter colored eyes. She on the other hand had a rather round face, and much darker eyes. Kikyo had perfect hair too. The stereotypical raven colored straight hair that was smooth as silk. Kagome subconsciously touched her hair. Her hair was black too, just a little…spunkier, and it didn't have nearly the sheen Kikyo's had.
Anyways, Kikyo and Inuyasha apparently had 'chemistry,' and both acted on it. It had hurt Kagome a lot, more than words could tell, and she had even broken up with him. Then Kikyo went back up north, and Inuyasha came crawling back.
She hadn't wanted to get back together with him, but she realized that Inuyasha was the only one who made her feel complete and whole. Against the advice of her friends, she began dating Inuyasha…again. Everything was going smoothly even though her friends were still skeptical.
Life was great. She actually understood what was going on in Calculus, and she still had the same ring of friends since junior high. Miroku Ishibashi and Sango Uchida attended Tokyo University as well, and the four of them were a tight knit group.
Miroku was…well, a pervert, who was madly in love with Sango, who returned the feelings, but refused to let herself fall for him because of his perverted and lecherous ways. It was complicated, and it was often like she had front row seats to some soap opera…that's how much drama there was between those two.
Especially since that Kuranosuke guy came into the picture. He was actually a great guy and really cute, but Kagome was rooting for Miroku. She had been watching this soap opera for years, and there was NO way that some guy claiming to have known Sango since they were kids coming in and take her away. That was not how her soap opera was supposed to go!
But she had to admit that Kuranosuke treated Sango well; he had treated her better in one day than Miroku had in all the years he had known Sango. It irked Kagome a bit, but she knew that as cocky Miroku acted, that he was always nervous around Sango. That was why he was so flirtatious; hoping that it would make Sango jealous…and that she would make the first move, but poor Miroku so far hadn't had much luck with that strategy.
Kagome shoved her hands into the warm pockets of her puffy white jacket. She wore a bright red knit wool beanie and was dressed for winter. But it was spring, and not nearly as cold as Kagome was dressed for. Kagome was never a 'snazzy' dresser, that and she always had bad luck when it came to dressing according to the weather.
Today was one of those days, for even though it was just slightly chilly now, the weather was sure to get hotter. Kagome entered a small café just outside of the campus, and looked around.
Kagome's eyebrows crinkled as she frowned. He wasn't sitting at their usual table. She approached the table with a grin. "Hey," she said softly as she slid into the seat across from him. He didn't even look up.
"Hey," he said in reply.
Kagome quirked an eyebrow. She moved her head in an attempt to see his face, but didn't succeed. For some reason, his long black bangs were covering the upper half of his face. It made Kagome uncomfortable, but she ignored the dark and chilling feeling she was having, and tried to talk to him again. "I got a B on my test today," Kagome told him.
Inuyasha merely nodded. "Hey, is there something wrong?" Kagome asked him, complete and utter sincerity in her voice.
Inuyasha's head snapped up. "Why are you always so fuckin' cheerful?" he asked.
Kagome almost cringed. Inuyasha seemed dark, the tone of his voice, not being able to see most of his face…why was he snapping at her like that? "What are you talking about?" Kagome demanded angrily.
"You know what I'm talking about Kagome. You're always Miss Goody Two Shoes, always trying to make everyone feel better, always trying to save the world. Give it a rest! You can't!" Inuyasha said, his voice rising.
Kagome looked at Inuyasha in disbelief. "There really IS something wrong with you. I refuse to put up with this." Kagome announced as she stood up.
"That's it Kagome," Inuyasha growled as he brought his fist down to the table. "We're through."
Kagome, who had just stood up, froze. "What…?" she asked quietly, her heart beating loudly, hoping that he had not just said what she thought he had said.
"I…said…we're….through," Inuyasha bit out.
Kagome found it hard to breathe. "For what?" she gasped.
"It's none of your business Kagome, so get out of here," Inuyasha commanded.
"Yes it is!" Kagome interjected. "I am part of this relationship, and I want to know why you're ending it."
"I said it's none of your fucking business! We're through Kagome, that's all there is to it."
"What's going on Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled, not caring about the stares they were receiving. "What's wrong with you!" Before Inuyasha could do anything, Kagome reached over, and brushed aside his long black bangs. A look of surprise crossed Kagome's face. Tears were welled up in his beautiful brown eyes. "Inuyasha…"
Inuyasha pushed her hands away, letting the long bangs cover his face again. "Don't touch me Kagome. Don't make this any harder!" His voice changed from angry to pleading.
"Why won't you tell me- "
"I have my reasons! Now go! How many times do I have to tell you? Kikyo would've gotten it the first time…" Kagome's eyes widened. "Oh shit...Kagome!" But she was out the door.
Inuyasha ran out the door after her, but merely stood outside of the café, watching her bright red beanie disappear into the crowds. Things hadn't gone like he had planned. He had wanted Kagome to be mad at him, and have her initiate the break up, making it easier.
He should have just told her; he knew he should have, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Kagome would've understood; she was his best friend. But what exactly would he have told her? 'The truth,' the little voice inside his head told him. Inuyasha sighed, shoved his hands into his pockets, and went back inside the café.
He knew that there was a better way he could've done this. But he wasn't exactly the smartest guy when it came to girls…or relationships for that matter, it was a wonder to him how Kagome stood to withstand his stupid blunders all these years. He still loved her, he really did. But he was a free soul…he wanted to live life before it was over!
He didn't want to marry…not that Kagome had ever said that, but it always seemed as if that was what fate had for him if he stayed with Kagome. Inuyasha tried to ignore the painful and gnawing feeling in his heart…and the voice that told him that he had just done something incredibly dumb. But he was never really good when it came to figuring out Kagome…Inuyasha sighed as he slumped in his seat, Kagome…
Kagome ran.
But her ears strained to hear a certain voice call after her. Telling her that he didn't mean it…that it was an early April Fools' Joke…but she heard nothing…nothing but the sound of her shoes hitting the concrete beneath her.
She couldn't even cry.
At least not yet.
'How could he?' Kagome thought bitterly as she continued running. She didn't want to stop because running only distanced her from that jerk, that mean jerk. That mean and emotionless jerk. The wind whipped her hair about…she must have lost her beanie somewhere. Not that she really cared.
All she cared was creating the most distance possible between them. Sure, Kagome had broken up with him last time, but she had had a reason. 'Inuyasha doesn't even have a reason!' Kagome thought viciously.
But of course, idiots like him wouldn't know. They did whatever pleased their whim. 'What if it is me?' Kagome thought as she slowed down due to a side cramp. She never was the athletic sort. "But it's not!" she said aloud angrily. "It's him! It's all him…and Kikyo!" A fire of anger rekindled itself inside. "That sleazy and conniving…cousin of mine!" she spat.
Kagome kicked the thing nearest to her, which happened to be a can. The can jumped forward, and noisily rolled on the ground before coming to a stop. Kagome angrily stomped forward, and kicked the can again. She paused, and looked around.
She was in the 'upper scale' part of Tokyo.
She didn't come here often, and there was a good reason why…she wasn't exactly 'upper class.' She continued kicking the poor soda can past a fancy French bistro named 'Pierre's Place.'
"After all we've been through!" Kagome ranted on, exasperated. "I've been betrayed…" she muttered sullenly. "I hate him!" Kagome kicked the can again with a whole new power, fueled, once again, by anger. Kagome wasn't athletic for a good reason as well. She had horrible aim…Kagome froze when she heard a light 'dink' noise, and a clatter.
She slowly turned her head, and saw the soda can on the sidewalk beside an extremely nice silver Cadillac Escalade. Forgetting about her now 'ex' boyfriend, and fearing the worst, Kagome made a mad dash to the car. She inspected the car, nothing…good…good…Kagome's heart sank. There, right smack dab in the middle of the passenger side door was a dent.
"That was not me…" Kagome said out loud. "Definitely not me…" she repeated in an attempt to convince herself that the dent had not been caused by her. "So I'll just leave…" Kagome turned around, ready to head back to the part of Tokyo where she belonged when she found herself staring at the chest of a stranger.
"Oops!" Kagome said, her voice a pitch higher than normal. "Sorry about that," she apologized rather nervously. Kagome moved to the right of the person to get out of their way, but found herself staring at the chest of the same person. She caught a whiff of the person's cologne, and deduced that the person was a man.
"Oops…heh…heh…" Kagome laughed nervously. She moved to the left this time, and the same exact thing happened. "Wow…this is…strange…" she said timidly. "We seem to be trying to go the same way…and stuff…" Kagome looked up, and at first thought that the man was an old man.
But by the look of his face, and hardness of his chest, she guessed that he was just some weird guy with silver hair. But it was hard to see with that stupid sun shining in her eyes, so he could have platinum blonde hair or something. Also, you had to consider the fact that she had to crane her neck all the way back. The guy was a good foot, and maybe a foot and a half taller than her. "Maybe I should go left, and you should go right," Kagome suggested innocently.
Kagome made a move to go left again, but bumped into the man…again. "Ok, I know that strange things happen to me, but this is just crazy!" Kagome remarked.
"Yes…strange things do happen…don't they?" the man replied. The man had a smooth and deep yet…icy voice.
"Most definitely!" Kagome piped.
"Yes, like dents magically appearing on my car," the man said casually.
"Yes! Like dents magically…appearing…on….your…car…" Kagome gulped.
"You seem to have been in the area. Can you describe the person who did this?" the man asked again. Kagome took a hesitant step backwards. Unfortunately, the man closed the gap between them with a step towards her.
"I…I don't know. I'm…um…afraid I can't tell you. Wasn't paying attention! Yeah, you know me…young people like me…heh…" Kagome felt her face turn a shade of red.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," the man told her. "Wasting your short lives away by partying and drinking rather than trying to create a future for yourselves. It's utterly repulsive."
Kagome's face took on a deeper and darker red, her face looking akin to a beet. "I…don't drink and party," she quietly informed him.
"That makes one." the man said, unimpressed.
Kagome stood there, her neck craned back as she looked up at the guy. Were those amber colored eyes of his real or contact lenses? Kagome began to squirm like a five year old, rather uncomfortably, under his penetrating gaze…more like glare. "Well….I better be going…" Kagome said slowly.
"I think not."
"Heh…" Kagome's eyes darted about nervously. She then stomped on the man's foot, and made a mad dash opposite of the way she was going. She figured that she could go that way a ways and then cross the street, and go the way she was trying to go. But she didn't even get far enough to 'dash.'
The man whose arm had immediately shot out to grab Kagome's arm had obviously not felt Kagome stomp on his foot. "If you think that you can leave before I say you can, you are sorely mistaken," he informed her, making Kagome gulp again. "How are you going to pay?" the man asked as he began to circle her. Kagome shot him a look that reminded him of deer caught in the headlights.
"Pay? For what?" she squeaked.
Kagome could've sworn the man's eyes turned red.
Kagome let out an 'eep' when the man grabbed her by the chin, and turned her face towards his car. "Do you see that car?" he asked, almost snarling.
"Which one? The red corvette, the blue and white Viper, the yellow Hummer or the silver Mustang?" Kagome asked. As soon as she was finished with her sentence she regretted it. Even though it had been completely innocent...well maybe not completely, but she could just play dumb…right?
"You forgot the Mercedes," the man told her.
Kagome looked around for a Mercedes, but didn't see one. "I don't see it…" Kagome replied, perplexed.
"That is because there isn't one," the man growled.
Kagome wanted to smack herself. Could she get any dumber? She didn't even want to think about the answer. "Oh…right…heh heh…bad eyes," Kagome offered as an explanation.
"Obviously so, since you missed the silver Cadillac Escalade right in front of you," the man said in a clipped tone.
"Wow! I can't believe I missed it, I mean, it's right here…in front…of…me…" Kagome wanted to bang her head against the car a million times. Why was meaningless crap spewing from her lips? 'Because of Inuyasha,' she thought venomously. The man watched in slight amusement as the look on Kagome's face went from scared and nervous to angry.
The man did have to say that with that sort of look on her face, she didn't exactly seem like the young and helpless girl that she had seemed at first. With that look on her face she even seemed a bit intimidating.
But he didn't have all day. "So how are you going to pay?" the man repeated, interrupting Kagome's thoughts.
The dark scowl on Kagome's face disappeared, and was replaced with one of fright. "But I can't! I'm only a student, and the little I make working at the market on weekends I use to buy food!" Kagome wailed.
"Well then what am I supposed to do about it?" the man asked. "Stand back, and expect it to fix itself?" The man bent his head down until his face was a mere few centimeters from Kagome's. "I am a business man wench, and I am a professional one at that. I cannot drive around in a car with a dent in it!"
A look of indignation crossed Kagome's face. "I am not a wench!" she yelled. "And you drive a Cadillac Escalade! I still walk and ride a bike! You can easily afford to fix that car of yours! You can't even see the dent. It's hardly noticeable. I had to get this," Kagome paused to show how close she was to the car with her fingers, "close to the door to see it."
The man raised an eyebrow. "So you admit that you were the one who did it."
Kagome began sputtering. "No! That's not what I meant! I meant to say that…"
A glint of amusement lit the man's amber eyes. "Your efforts are futile wench. So how do you expect to pay?"
Kagome stood there, and looked around. "That's weird, I don't see anyone else. Who are you talking to?" she asked sarcastically.
A low growl rumbled in the man's chest. "You dare make me cross?"
"I do, but I don't know if that 'wench' you keep talking to does." Kagome continued haughtily.
The man growled again, and made Kagome's anger subside slightly. She backed up, and felt her back against the car. "You will pay for the damage you have inflicted on my car."
"I will!" Kagome exclaimed as she stepped away from the car. "Sheesh. All you have to say is 'please.'" Kagome said grudgingly, her anger dissipated.
The man looked at her.
"What? It's just one, one syllable….at least I think it is…it could be two. I don't know, I was never good in Language Arts. Let's see, ple-ease…" Kagome clapped twice, "Nah, that can't be right, please," Kagome clapped once, "Ok! Never mind, it is one syllable, but yeah, it's only one syllable! It's not that hard to say!"
The man looked murderous.
"I can sing you a song about manners…" Kagome sing-songed.
"Please tell me how, a broke college student like you, will manage to pay for the dent in my car," the man said, the 'semi-pleasant' tone of his voice obviously strained.
"That's better," Kagome said with a smile, but the smile faltered. "How…how much will the repair cost?" she asked, her voice a squeak now.
"About $550." the man with an air of indifference.
Kagome almost keeled over. "$550! For that tiny dent!"
"Yes, you're lucky that this car does not have a special silver pearl coat or else the cost would be much higher," the man told her with traces of sarcasm.
Kagome didn't reply. She merely stared at the dent, her eyes bugging out of her sockets, and her jaw slack.
The man looked at her with distaste. "I advise you close your mouth. It is most unattractive."
Kagome blinked.
There was no way that tiny and almost invisible dent cost $550. That just wasn't possible. No…no….and no. Maybe she could 'undent' it. Maybe she could kick the other side of the door, and the dent would like 'pop' out. Yeah…
"Are…are you sure that dent costs $550?" Kagome asked.
"I am always sure." the man replied coldly.
"Well I mean, maybe it costs less than $550 because the dent is much more minor than you think, or maybe there's a special on-"
"You will pay me $550." The man interrupted.
"I have a better idea," Kagome announced. "How about I fix the dent for you?"
"You hardly look the part of a mechanic." The man replied, obviously skeptical.
"Me!" Kagome asked, obviously alarmed. "As if! I could never be a mechanic! I mean, I can handle getting dirty, but smelling like grease and oil? Eh…don't think so, besides, me and machines never did get a long."
The man almost groaned. "Then how do you plan on 'fixing' the dent by yourself?"
"See? All you have to do is place this part on the dent, and screw this thing tight, and the dent will pop out!"
"You actually spent $20 on a cheap piece of equipment like this?"
"Hey! Not all good equipment that works well has to be expensive." Kagome replied indignantly.
The man scoffed.
Kagome bit her lip, and began to turn the small handle until she heard a satisfying pop noise. "See? No dent." Kagome declared proudly. "I didn't even break into a sweat!"
"Yes, you managed to fix that dent, but what of the other two dents that you created during the process?"
Kagome glared at him. "What are you talking about!"
The man gestured towards the passenger door that Kagome had been toiling away over just a few seconds ago. Kagome turned around, and paled. Sure enough, the first dent was gone, but there were two dents from the 'cheap equipment' she had used.
"That was not me!"
"If it was not you, then who was it?" the man asked, his voice of indifference obviously strained.
"This piece of faulty equipment!"
"Now you owe me $1100." The man pointed out coolly.
"What do mean me!" Kagome asked bewildered. "This," she said pointing to the tool in her hand, "Is faulty equipment. I advise that you contact the manufacturer, and complain immediately."
A dark look passed the man's face as he stepped towards her. "I can contact the best lawyers in Japan, and see you in court tomorrow," Kagome gulped. "Or…" She breathed a sigh of relief. "You can pay me my $1100."
"I'll be glad to pay you $1100," Kagome began, "But money doesn't grow on trees. I can't give you $1100 right now!"
"Of course not right now, I am not that unreasonable," Kagome almost snorted. "I will give you a month."
"$1100 in one month!" Kagome exclaimed.
The man began circling Kagome. "Oh my, how could I forget? You are a college student. You are broke as it is, and you are drowning in a sea of homework, tests and finals. You cannot possibly hope to make $1100 in such a short amount of time. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know!" Kagome wailed.
"I have a proposal."
"You'll just drive away, and fix the two dents with your own money, and forget all about me?" Kagome asked with hope.
"…..No." Kagome looked crestfallen. "But I could drive away, fix the two dents with my own money, and you can work for me for a month."
"Work for you?" Kagome questioned.
"Yes," the man stopped circling her. "I am a very busy man wench, and I fired my incompetent secretary a few days ago, and am short of a hand. Of course, I have trained substitutes, but I can never have too much help."
"Then get more trained substitutes! Just pleeeeeeeeease leave me alone!" Kagome begged, on the verge of crying. Just the mere thought of having to cater to this unpleasant man, and juggle classes all at the same time was horrifying.
"I will leave you alone once I get my $1100."
Kagome hesitated before replying. Where could she get $1100? She couldn't ask her mom…maybe she could ask Miroku and Sango! No wait…she couldn't. She remembered that Miroku was saving money to get Sango a special birthday present…she couldn't take money from him…but that still left Sango.
Kagome sighed inwardly. No, she couldn't ask Sango either. Sango was saving money to go to America, and visit her family for the summer. There was one person left…Inuyasha; that cheating and ungrateful jerk. No, she refused to ask him for money. She would not; her pride wouldn't let her. But then again, it was his fault that she was in this situation!
If he had broken up with her nicely, and actually told her why, then she wouldn't even be here! Yes, Inuyasha owed her $1100…no, she didn't want to see him. She never ever wanted to see his face or hear about him or his voice ever again. Screw Inuyasha, she didn't need him anymore; she would do this herself.
"A month?" Kagome asked a pained look on her face.
The man nodded.
"I'm really annoying." Kagome warned him as she took a large bite of her ice cream.
"I have dealt with worse."
"I'm really clumsy."
"I can see that."
"I'm really stupid."
"Believe me, it is apparent."
"I don't even know what I'm going to be doing."
"I have people to teach you."
"I'm a slow learner."
"You have a month."
"I'll mess everything up, and embarrass you."
"I will manage."
"I talk a lot."
"I can tell."
"I will drive you insane!" Kagome threatened.
"I already am."
Kagome paused, and almost cursed. He was good. "Hmph. You're right! Only an insane psychopath like you could come up with such a stupid method of receiving reparations for some stupid and hardly visible dents." Kagome sucked in a lungful of air, and let it all out. "That was a mouthful."
The man was tempted to roll his eyes, but rolling eyes was rather undignified, and he was a very, very dignified man.
"There are 31 days in March, and you will have about 30 days to repay the $1100."
"Technically, there are only 25 days left of this month…" Kagome interjected.
"I am well aware of that fact wench-"
"Ok, hold it there buster! You can't call me wench forever ya' know, it's not nice! Maybe you should ask me what my name is."
"And you will not call me 'buster' or anything of the sort. From now on you will refer to me only as Sesshomaru-sama or Lord Sesshomaru."
Kagome almost spit out her mouthful of ice cream. "Sesshomaru-sama is alright, but Lord Sesshomaru? What is this? The feudal era?" Kagome then lapsed into giggles. Sesshomaru timed her. Kagome laughed for a grand total of two minutes, and she had only stopped because her ice cream had been melting. "But yeah, I'll call you Sesshomaru-sama or whatever, but you have to call me by my name too." Kagome rationalized. "It's only fair." she added.
Sesshomaru looked at Kagome who was happily licking her ice cream. Was she truly a senior in college? She acted more like a five year old, an extremely annoying one. "Very well then. What is your name?" Sesshomaru asked in monotone, trying extremely hard not to reach over and wring the girl's neck.
"You could at least pretend to be interested. But my name is Kagome. Ka-go-me."
"How many hours a day can you work 'Ka-go-me?'" he continued.
Kagome shrugged. "Let's see, I spend about 7 hours a day in school, and I sleep about 9…"
"You have 8 hours left over," Sesshomaru informed her.
"I could have figured that out by myself," Kagome grumbled.
"If you work for me for 7 hours a day, every day for the rest of this month, your debt will be paid."
"I only have to work for you for 25 days!" Kagome asked excitedly.
"Yes, and since tomorrow is Sunday, I expect you to show up by noon at this place." Sesshomaru pushed a white and pristine business card with gilded and silver lettering on it across the table to her. He then stood up. "And do not be late, I happen to strongly dislike people who are late." He turned around, and left the small ice cream shoppe.
"Wait!" Kagome yelled as she ran after him.
Sesshomaru who was already in his Escalade, and ready to drive off, rolled down the window part way, but ended up having to roll it down all the way in order to see Kagome.
"Where is this place anyways?" she asked holding the business card out with one hand, her other hand with the ice cream cone in it, resting lightly on the window.
"Take a taxi." He told her, obviously irritated, and wanting to leave.
"Taxis are expensive!" Kagome complained.
Sesshomaru angrily yanked out a black leather wallet with a silver buckle in the front that had 'Armani' engraved into it. "This should be enough." The man tossed her a $50 dollar bill. "And remember," he warned icily before rolling the window up, "If you do not show, I will come to your campus or your dormitory, and retrieve you if I must."
Kagome's eyes widened. "You-" But before she could finish her sentence, the man had driven off. "Hmph. Arrogant and mean ole' prick," she grumbled. "25 days! 25 days! I'm going to be his slave for 25 days!" Kagome sighed, as she began walking towards the part of Tokyo where she belonged. "At least he bought me gourmet icecream…" Kagome said with a grin.
She went to lick her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but found only the waffle cone…and no ice cream. Kagome looked at the waffle cone quizzically, and then bit her lip. She did not drop that good and delicious ice cream into that rich guy's car.
Kagome wanted to cry. He would probably throw it out! "What a waste," Kagome muttered. Munching on her waffle cone, and trying to console herself, Kagome walked down the sidewalk.
Sesshomaru's eyebrows furrowed. What was that rather sickeningly sweet smell? He sniffed slightly, and turned his head over to the passenger seat. On the beautiful and custom designed black Italian leather of his passenger seat was a melting glob of what he guessed was chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. An evil look lit his amber eyes. 'Day 1, cleaning Master Sesshomaru's car.'
((A/N: I love comedy! So there's how it all will start…muahaha. Anyways, so I hope you all liked it, and hopefully it was obvious that this fic will be about 27 or so chapters long, yes, one chapter for each day…a prologue and an epilogue. I hope no one hates Inuyasha too much…or hate me for making Inuyasha mean. What he did it actually is a 'norm.' He's confused and afraid of commitment and etc…typical! And I am not an Inuyasha hater! So I didn't do it on purpose alrighty?
By the way, I actually did do the math so Kagome will earn exactly $1100 in 25 days…and according to everyone I asked, $550 is the usual cost for fixing a dent, and has anyone else seen those advertisements for those 'dent fixers?' Those are scams I tell you! It may fix the initial dent, but will create two more from the pressure…so yeah. I think I will have fun with this fic…and I'm sorry for those of you who voted for other fics…better luck next time eh?
Anyways, so is everyone OK with long chapters?))
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