Model Behavior

Summery: (Spider-man/IY) He never thought models could be so interesting till he met her.

Disclaimer: Stan Lee and Steve Ditko are the sole owners of the delectable Spider-man comic/movie's. Rumiko Takahashi claims all rights to the dynasty that is InuYasha. Since I am neither of the three wonderful people, I can make no claim to their creations.

Pairings: Kagome/?

HBWD's Corner: Please tell me to stop… Okay? Really, if I post another STORY, I want you to flame me and beat the shit out of me… and that includes this story… I mean it…. Really…

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Peter Parker, photographer for the Daily Bugle, shifted nervously in his pristine, onyx black tuxedo, his high-dollar camera clutched tightly in his sweaty hands. He was at one of the most talked about fashion shows in all of New York, all of America, it seemed to him.

Some big-shot fashionista was putting it on to help many different causes, the main being the fight against AIDS and the cure for cancer.

J. Jonah Jameson seemed just as uncomfortable as he was, his wife threading her fingers through his.

Peter scowled and scooted further down into his seat. He blinked in surprise when soft music started to play. The lights dimmed and the aspiring photographer sat up, his body leaning forward in light expectation and hope that it would be much better than he knew it would be.

Billowing white fog danced over the runway as a woman with dark hair tied up in a tight bun and two feathers sticking out of it walked up the runway, a handsome redhead trailing after her. He waved happily at the screaming fans before threading his fingers behind his head and continuing his lazy gait.

Jonah nudged Peter angrily and pointed to the camera in Parker's hand. Getting the idea, the brunette raised the electronic and snapped multiple shots of the two fashion designers.

The woman paused at the end of the catwalk and stood, hips jutted out and hand resting on the skin-covered bone. Her face was expressionlessly beautiful, like a pale marble Greek statue though there was a hint of Asian descent in the roundness of her cheekbones and eyes. She wore tanned shorts with large pockets and a bulky black belt. An inky black, low cut shirt covered her top half, while a flowing black scarf wrapped itself loosely around her neck. Gladiator-like heels strapped around her feet to finish the outfit.

She had an air about her that caught and commanded the attention of the audience. The woman straightened and pulled her sunglasses off to look back at her companion.

The male eased up beside her, a broad grin spread across his handsome face. A white hat sat atop his head, a large metallic flower on the left side, touched the very tip of his ears. He was decked out in a white shirt, gray and pink plaid pants and a grayish black vest. White skater shoes covered his feet while a large diamond flower dangled from his left ear. His waist-length auburn hair danced around his hips enticingly.

He pressed his tanned fingers against his smirking lips. "HUSH PLEASE!" He said through the tiny microphone attached to his ear. "My name's Hatake, Shippou and welcome to the first annual AIDS n CANCER STOPPER FASHION SHOW! Here we'll be showing many different fashions for your enjoyment. But after the show is when it really counts. We ask of you to donate some money to these causes and the many others we have going on here." He grinned and turned to the dark-headed woman.

She cleared her throat; her voice was like liquid sin as it flowed throughout the room. "And my name is Watanabe, Kagura. Please aid us in getting rid of the AIDS virus and cancer! But for now…" She trailed off and started to walk down the catwalk, hips swaying.

Shippou grinned happily. "ENJOY THE SHOW!" The crowd erupted in loud cheers and clapped their hands vigorously. The redhead skipped down the runway after Kagura and linked arms with her.

Peter snapped a few more pictures before leaning back against his high-backed chair with a soft sigh. It was gonna be boring, he knew it. Like I want to be dragged to the stupid things… His thoughts trailed off as pounding dance music thudded through his body and around the crowd.

A woman with spiky blonde hair walked down the runway in a fashionable ensemble that seemed more for evening wear then casual. He snapped a few pictures of her and watched as another model strolled lazily down the catwalk, her head held high, the woman's outfit defiantly unique.

Ten minutes passed and Peter was ready to rip his hair out and gouge his eyes from their sockets. He was so bored! Fashion shows were not as fun as people put them up as. Please let some disturbance distract me and let me get the hell out of here… He mentally begged and looked up at the ceiling.

Jameson smacked his arm roughly, harder than he usually did and the brunette looked up.

And nearly dropped his camera.

It seemed the show had turned into a more formal eveningwear. As the latest model for the casual evening wear turned and continued down her path, another model soon stepped from the curtain.

The woman was gorgeous, with long raven hair that was tied up and around a long feather on the side of her head. The dark strands tumbled over her right shoulder, her thick bangs falling into her brilliant blue eyes that seemed to glow. She had pale skin that had a healthy glow and full pink, kissable lips that just begged to be nibbled on. The outfit she wore complemented her curves nicely, showing off her delicate look perfectly. The flirty half-coat covered her breasts in a soft blue color. The lengthy dress floated around her ankles teasingly, the off-white colors a nice add on to the woman's natural beauty.

She walked down the runway with an air of confidence and grace that had the whole room captured and awed. The raven paused at the end of the runway and placed her hand on her hip, blue eyes glowing beautifully under the florescent lights above them. She winked, a broad smile spreading across her face before she twirled and walked down the other way.

Her stormy eyes locked with his momentarily and he felt as if his body was going to melt. He snapped a few more pictures and waited for the next model to come through.

Thirty more minutes and Peter had lost all hope that the dazzling Asian would come back out. But to his great surprise, and pleasure, she walked out in a thick hooded jacket that covered the top of her head, her black hair flaring around her wildly, two ear-like bumps raising from the cap. A fluffy light green scarf wrapped itself around her neck while skinny light blue jeans hugged her legs like a second, denim skin. Thick brown boots covered her feet and calves.

Once again she took a stunning pose and winked at the crowd. And they ate it up. So did Peter's rapidly clicking camera.

As she passed him again, their eyes locked and the brunette swore she gave a light blushed and continued on her way.

More models passed and Peter waited expectantly for the gorgeous model to once again make her pass in one of the… uh… different fashions. The audience loved each new, innovative and unique style of clothing. He didn't know leather could look that sexy without being so skin tight. Or that a fan could be used that way.

He let the breath he was holding ease threw his lips as the mysterious female stalked down the runway in a stylish kimono-like dress. It was sleeveless and ended just above her knees. The dress itself was a deep navy color with a red and silver dragon embroidered onto it that wove and weaved up her right thigh, across her waist and over her shoulder, the head resting just over her left breast. A thick belt wrapped itself around her waist and long strings dangled down her back, the ends brushing against her strappy-heeled stiletto's.

She bent over and pressed her hand over her lips before blowing a kiss at the crowd and moving down the other side of the runway. Her blue-gray eyes paused on his form and she gave him a tentative smile before moving on, past him.

Again and again she appeared in the two hour long fashion show, letting her beauty flow through the unusual garments Peter knew would look weird or awkward on any other model. It seemed the raven-haired girl had had those custom made just for her body they fit so well on her.

As the latest song faded, Shippou's voice boomed around them. "AND THAT CONCLUDES OUR FASHION SHOW! HOPE YOU GUYS LOVED IT AS MUCH AS KAGURA AND I DID! AND PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR DONATIONS BY THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT! WE REALLY APPRECIATE IT! HAVE A WONDERFUL EVENING!" Peter stood up and looked over at Jameson.

"Come on, Parker. We gotta interview those nutcases." He gruffly said and walked out of the aisle and towards the catwalk, or really, behind it. The two had backstage passes so they were let in. And when they entered the large room, chaos was the only thing that could be said for the mayhem that seemed to leak from every crevice in the room.

Girls were half naked and running around, body parts bouncing and jiggling enticingly, looking for different clothes. A few of them were fully clothed but looking for their purses or the like, while others were in the process of clothing themselves.

Jameson grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him over to the grinning redhead. "Mr. Hatake. I'm J. Jonah Jameson from the Daily Bugle and I am here for my interview." The aging male stated.

Shippou turned curious green eyes onto the two before he grinned broadly at them. "Of course! But after I get these little chickies back to their nests." He gave a feminine giggle and ushered the clothed girls out of the dressing room. "Where's my little Kaggy-chan?" He asked suddenly and one of the girls came out of the back room.

"Changing. Don't bother her. She's not feeling to good right now." She informed the redhead, who pouted angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest but sighed in defeat.

"Call me when she gets out, okie dokie?" He gave the model a dazzling smile that would have been puddle inducing, if Peter was a girl, or gay. But instead, it only affected the blonde, who giggled and nodded happily.

"Of course, Shippou! I'll make sure you're the first person to know." That said the model strutted away, long hair swishing behind her.

Jameson cleared his throat, pen and pad clutched in his beefy hands. "Mr. Hatake, please. I am trying to get an interview from you. Your models can wait for just a few minutes." The fashion designer arched a thin brow at the outspoken older male. He curled his long fingers around his chin and snorted delicately.

"Why would I give such a badly dressed oyajii like you an interview? I'm much too busy and have other, more important things to attend to. Oh! Like checking up on my favorite model. KAGGY-CHAN! OVER HERE!" He waved his long arm towards the beautifully captivating model. Her brilliantly odd eyes turned towards them and a large smile spread across her angelic face.

"SHIPPOU-CHAN!" She called out and practically flew over to the trio, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders when she reached them.

Said male swung her around happily before setting her down on her thong-clad feet. "My, am I a lucky fucker or what?" He snickered. Kaggy rolled her eyes before she turned her amazing eyes upon the other two males.

Shippou, seeing her attention was somewhere else, sighed softly before his ever-present grin came back onto his handsome face. "Well, guess introductions are in order. And that interview, oyajii? Don't you want that?"

Jameson nodded. "Of course, Mr. Hatake. I am J. Jonah Jameson, Chief Editor of the Daily Bugle, as I said before." He mumbled the last part with a slight scowl. "If we could find a nice, quiet place for this interview to take place, I'd like to start on it." The two walked away, the older male asking the redhead questions left and right, his tape recorder dangling from his neck, the record button pressed down.

Peter turned his attention back to the gorgeous model and gulped thickly. "Uh… Hi…" He murmured awkwardly.

Kaggy smiled at him softly and grabbed his hand. "I want to talk to you alone too, if you don't mind." Her wink had his heart stopping for a split second before it came back full force, this time pounding heavily in his chest cavity. He nodded dumbly and followed after her.

The two slipped past the nearly fully clothed woman and sat down on a plush couch. "Now, you were that guy sitting on the front row, right?" Her hair tumbled over her shoulder as she tilted her head in curiosity.

The brunette nodded. "Yeah, Peter Parker at your service…" He trailed off, his hand suspended in the air awkwardly.

"OH!" Her blue, blue eyes widened. "How very rude of me! Gomen nasai, I am Higurashi, Kagome. It is very nice to meet you, Parker-san." She slid her hand back into his and shook with a firm grip.

"Yeah, same here. Nice to meet you too, Miss Higurashi." She gave a very unlady-like snort before waving her hand dismissively.

"Please, call me Kagome." She winked at him.

"Okay, but only if you call me Peter." He gave her his own wink, to which she actually blushed at.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, the chaos behind them going unnoticed to the Asian, but not the brunette. "Is it always like this after a show?" He asked her suddenly.

Kagome blinked, startled, but quickly recovered. "Nani? Could you please repeat that?" She said and stared up at him with her large, doe-like blue eyes.

Peter nodded. "Sure. Is it always this… noisy and fussy after a show?" He questioned again. The woman gave a soft laugh, her hand coming up to cover her open lips.

"Oh, yes. Almost always. The only time we are actually calm is when we're sleeping, I suppose. Our lives are pretty hectic. Going from one shoot, to another runway show, to meetings… Ugh! That reminds me…" She pulled out an expensive looking phone and started to play around with it. "HA! I am free!" She turned to look at him, hopefully. "Uh… I know we don't know each other that well… But I would like to know you." She raised her hands suddenly. "But only if you want to, cause I'm free this Sunday, and I was sort of hoping… Well…" Her face was doing a nice impression of a tomato by now.

Peter caught on and gave her a sly grin. "Well, I'd have to check my busy schedule." He joked and started to look around on his arms. "Seems I'm free Sunday too! What a coincidence!" He pointed to a random part on his arm and Kagome gave a loud giggle.

"Oh, that is hilarious!" She cooed, a tinkling laugher spilling from her throat and lips.

Like a bell, or Aunt May's wind chimes… He thought absently before quickly coming back to reality. "Yeah, I try." He chuckled with her and leaned back on the comfy couch. "So, watcha doin' next, like, tomorrow?" Peter asked her. "Just curious, you don't gotta tell me." The brunette sat up and held his hands up, palms pointed towards her.

The model smiled happily and curled her long legs up to her chest, her hand cupping her bare feet. Her flip flops sat sadly on the ground, the little butterflies staring up at the two silently. "Just going in for a new shoot. This magazine wants me to model their newest line of clothing or something. Nothing I can't handle. It's when people try to interview me that I start to freeze up." She pulled at her toes.

Peter nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd bet." He leaned back lazily on the sofa and turned to look at the other girls in the room. Or, at least, what was left of them. "Wow, they got out of here quick." He mumbled.

"Of course. They don't like staying in one place to long. They're usually running around doing random things if they're not working. The whole lot's crazy if you ask me." She closed her eyes and rested her head on her knees. She yawned suddenly. "Ugh, I knew I shouldn't' have stayed up so late last night." She mumbled.

"What'd you do?" Peter asked without thinking.

Kagome smiled softly. "I love to read." She answered.

He blushed. "Sorry, didn't mean to pry." The model gave him a bright, but sleepy, smile. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his thicker, larger hand and held it in a firm grip.

"Don't be sorry. It's okay, I wouldn't have answered if I didn't want to." She placated him.

And once again, the fell silent, only this time it was calmer, easier.

Jameson's booming laughter cut the quiet moment short. He and Shippou stepped out from the tiny room, Peter's boss laughing up a storm. "Oh, boy, you really do have one hell of a job, don't you?"

Shippou grinned at him and threaded his fingers behind his red head. "Oh, yeah. I've got to take care of whiny sticks. Such hard work." He sighed dramatically and Jonah gave a jovial chortle. "But, work aside. Thank you so very much for taking time out of your busy day to talk with me. It's nice to have a conversation with someone who knows how to count past eleven." Green eyes locked with fiery blue and the redhead gulped. "But—Kagome-chan! Please! You know I didn't mean you! I swear!" He raised his hand and whimpered like a wounded puppy.

"You better have meant it for someone else, gaki! Or so help me, I'll deck you so hard, MY ojii-sama will feel it!" She stretched her arms and fisted her hand tightly.

An amused chuckle announced another presence to the room nearly empty room.

Kagura stalked forward and rested her hand on her hip. "Shippou, dear, aren't you a little old to be playing up the baby card?" She arched a fine brow curiously at him. Her odd magenta eyes seemed to sparkle like pink diamonds as a cool smirk curled on her red lips.

Shippou pouted and crossed his arms over his thin chest. "Soreha naniwo anataiaruka, obaba?" He growled angrily.

The female brunette chuckled softly and walked over to him. "Watch that mouth of yours, temee, or I might have to beat you senseless." She winked at the raven and Kagome giggled softly.

"Tachi sari nasai…" Shippou scowled and stalked away, hand wrapping softly around the models arm. "Let's go, Kagome-chan. I smell bitch and it's hurting my nose." Kagura laughed softly and waved lazily.

Jameson grabbed Peters arm and dragged him away. "Let's go look at your shots, Parker." He said and Peter turned to look at Kagome. She gave him a sheepish smile and waved.

"MEET ME AT JUCIES AT THREE SUNDAY, OKAY?"

Peter nodded. "I'LL BE THERE!"

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HBWD's Corner: And there's the end of my Spider-man/IY crossover… Tell me what you think, okay? A nice review or a bad review would be greatly appreciated!

Translations: oyajii – old man. Gomen nasai – I'm sorry. Nani – what? Gaki – brat. Ojii-sama – grandfather. Soreha naniwo anataiaruka, obaba? – What's it to you, granny? Temee – basterd. Tachi sari nasai – go away.