#It was so obvious that they were going to shove Chanel down our throats from the very beginning

[wefewwehappyfew]

I’m just too fucking mad at the Benidorm Fest Jury.

And I hope we get zero points.

[meggz0rz]

Inu Kpop AU - Enter Ayame!

(I HAVE TO CLARIFY CAUSE I REALIZED I’M NOT BEING CLEAR WHEN SHIT TAKES PLACE. This takes place after auditions of course but BEFORE Inu and Kag have their little rooftop M O M E N T. Ok thx baiiii)

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, you’re recording your first demo today.” Miroku leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, smiling at her with not a little self-satisfaction behind those designer shades.

“No, no, I heard you,” Kagome said dully, “I just meant, aren’t we all a little new at this? Don’t most idols train for years and years before they’re even close to ready for a debut?”

“Most idols aren’t as special as you guys.”

“Miroku?” Sango cut in, lifting her head from where she was tying her bootlace.

“Yes?” Suddenly Miroku’s suave demeanor was a little shaken as he cut his gaze to the girl behind Kagome’s shoulder. Kagome fought not to giggle into her hand.

“Cut the crap.” And Sango’s head disappeared again, her ponytail swinging as if punctuating the sentence.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. Kagome raised an eyebrow at Miroku, unable to help the knowing smile on her face.

Seemingly realizing they weren’t that easily placated, Miroku sighed, removing his sunglasses and flipping them around in his hand. “Okay, okay,” he acquiesced with a sigh, “This isn’t a debut. We’re not filming any video or even releasing this as a single. It’s a cover of a Korean song. We’re just gonna post it on YouTube, as a sort of teaser. Just the voices, nothing else. No faces or names or anything.”

Rin, sitting on the bench next to Sango, suddenly looked a little pale as she spoke up. “M-Miroku-senpai,” she said hesitantly, “I can’t speak Korean.”

Sango raised a hand. “Me neither.”

Kagome nodded. “Makes three of us.”

“Not to worry,” Miroku said smoothly, “we have Japanese lyrics for you. All ready and laid out. And I’m gonna run each of you through it individually first. We’ll have it mixed and ready by the end of the week, most likely.”

Sango, once again, could be counted upon to question authority. “Why the urgency?”

He gave a weak little laugh. “No urgency! None at all!”

“Then why are you sweating?” Sango stood up and stepped around Kagome to stand face-to-face with him, eyeing him very suspiciously, as usual.

Miroku just stood there, staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. He didn’t move. His eyes were glazing over.

“Oi, Miroku!” Kagome figured she’d do him a favor here.

He immediately snapped out of it, realized what he’d been doing, and recovered as smoothly as he could. “I’m stressed out,” he said insistently, “I have a lot of people to answer to.”

“And the reason we’re recording right now, with no experience and only a few weeks’ worth of vocal training?” Sango did the exact thing Kagome was hoping she’d do; she stepped closer. I can actually see him getting paler, Kagome thought with a sort of mischievous glee.

“B-Because our investors are getting a little nervous about the whole venture.” Once he said it, his shoulders dropped, as if he could finally relax. Like a patient in therapy finally letting it all off his chest.

Kagome gave a small hum of approval. “Ah, so that’s what it is,” she said, “They’re threatening to pull out of the deal. So you’re feeding them a carrot to show our, quote-unquote, progress.”

“That’s the idea,” Miroku said, trying to casually step back from Sango without looking like he was retreating and failing the whole operation completely.

Sango stood there for a moment, arms crossed tightly. “Fine,” she said eventually.

Miroku looked so relieved. “Fine,” he said, looking at Kagome and Rin as if to confirm what he’d heard, “She said, ‘Fine,’ right?”

Sango turned and grabbed her backpack, all business. “I said, ‘Fine,’ Miroku. Let’s get it done.”

She shoved past him out of the doorway and headed down the hall toward the elevator. He just stood there like he’d been told it was his birthday today, a dreamy, excited smile on his face.

“Psst,” Kagome said as she slipped past him, followed closely by Rin (who was clutching her hand very tightly indeed), “You’re making your crush on her super obvious, senpai.”

Miroku shot her a grumpy look and playfully bopped her on the head as they followed Sango’s quickly disappearing form.

“So this is a recording studio,” Rin said quietly as she stepped inside. Her voice was slightly muffled into Kagome’s hair, so close was she standing.

Apparently none of them had noticed Inuyasha’s presence there, leaning against the wall of the sound booth, so he cleared his throat and they all jumped and turned around.

“Oh! Inuyasha-senpai!” Rin went into a deep bow, and Kagome bowed as well, but shallower. Sango just nodded a greeting, that maneater look still plastered all over her face. No wonder Miroku’s dying of unrequited love for her. She’s the first one that ever threw his whole game back in his face. She gives zero fucks.

“I’m here to help Miroku get you guys through this,” Inuyasha said, looking at Sango and then at Rin, skipping Kagome on purpose for reasons he knew and everyone else was probably guessing.

Miroku appeared in the doorway just as he said that, and immediately bounded up to him and gave him a dramatic hug. “THAAAANK YOUUUUUU,” he shouted, burying his face in Inuyasha’s shoulder.

The three girls all giggled at the sight, and Inuyasha felt himself get a little red as he shoved the other man off of him. “Fuck off, Miroku,” he grumbled, “This is my new Gucci hoodie.”

Miroku turned over his shoulder and gave the girls a smirk. “He’s fancy,” he said, gesturing his head toward Inuyasha like he was sharing some big secret.

“Very fancy,” Kagome said, a wide and friendly smile on her face.

Inuyasha turned around quickly and ducked into the closed-off sound booth, shutting the door behind him and unceremoniously collapsing onto one of the swivel chairs behind the board. He knew what the expression on his face had to look like right now. But for some reason, the expression on Kagome’s face at being so summarily blown off was sparking…guilt?

With a quiet scoff only to himself, he shook it off and started rifling through the papers in front of him.

Time to play them the backing track, I guess. He reached forward and clicked it on, and the music began ringing through the speakers.

“Wait,” Rin said excitedly, “I know this song!”

“I would certainly hope so,” Miroku said, casting a disapproving glance at Inuyasha’s little display before turning back to the girls. “It was an enormous hit.”

Kagome, of course, stood there looking completely lost.

Miroku grinned at her. “You’ve never heard it.”

She gave a sheepish shrug, cheeks turning a little pink as she raked a hand through her wild hair.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ll help you. Won’t we, Inuyasha?” The last sentence was louder, and Miroku aimed it over his right shoulder at the man sitting in the booth with the ever-present glare. Inuyasha didn’t answer, just appeared to busy himself with something on the soundboard. Miroku fought the urge to roll his eyes and turned to Sango.

“You know it, right?”

Sango sniffed. “I don’t listen to this sort of music. I like rap and hip hop.”

He couldn’t resist. “There’s a rap section in this.”

She snorted derisively, a triumphant smirk on her face. “Barely,” she said.

“Aha! I knew you knew it.”

Sango seemed to immediately realize what she’d let slip, and her lip curled into a snarl but her face turned bright red. Suddenly she seemed very interested in looking around the studio again.

“Here, Sango, your lyrics.” He handed them out and she snatched them roughly.

Shrugging it off but feeling very powerful and handsome indeed, he gave Rin her sheet, and then Kagome took hers out of his hand while giving him a smile that dripped of conspiracy.

“Look those over, and then we’ll start recording one by one.”

Rin blinked down at her piece of paper. “Um, Miroku-senpai?”

“Baby Smurf?”

The poor little thing looked confused. “The song is divided into four parts on here.”

“Oh, right. Hang on.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, hit the speed dial. “Hey, Angelpie, we’re ready for you. You good to go? Great. See you in a second!”

The three trainees now looked equally confused. Out of the corner of his eye, Miroku was sure he saw Sango mouth “Angelpie?” to the other two.

“She’ll be here in a second. She was recording a promo spot a few floors up.” Leaving out the details was just too delicious, and the questioning glances in the girls’ eyes only increased. “Baby Smurf, you might want to sit down for this.”

Dutifully, Rin actually sat down, in a folding chair by the wall. Miroku fought the urge to crack up.

Not ninety seconds later, the door opened. And Rin squealed and nearly fell over. Apparently the chair had been a good idea.

The girl who walked in was tall and built like a model, dressed in heels and a minidress that looked quite expensive. She had a pair of Chanel sunglasses perched atop her cascade of red curls that reached her lower back.

This girl looked...there was no better word for it, she looked famous.

“Hello, gorgeous!” Miroku strode up to her and kissed her on the cheek, a kiss she returned, then gently rubbed her thumb over his jawline to wipe away the trace of hot pink lipstick she’d left there.

Sango felt herself give a huffy breath. Who the hell is this? His girlfriend? Does she know he flirts with anything with a pulse? Or is that just their thing or -

Suddenly Inuyasha appeared out of the booth, a smirk on his face as well as he approached the newcomer. They greeted each other the exact same way, with kisses on the cheek.

“I should have picked a more muted color today, sorry,” the new girl laughed, running her perfectly-manicured thumb over Inuyasha’s cheekbone.

“You look pretty good for a girl,” Inuyasha said, chucking her gently under the chin, and he was answered with a playful elbow in the ribs. “Ow! How you been, kid?”

New Girl answered with a shrug, though her smile slipped just a little. “Considering the circumstances, I’m fine,” she said softly.

Okay, Sango thought, I give up. Who the hell are you?

Miroku glanced at her and seemed to know what she was thinking. “Girls,” he said, slipping an arm around New Girl’s shoulders, “This is - “

“Ayame!” Rin cried from behind Sango, making her jump and turn around. Rin stood there, hands clasped together, eyes wide as saucers. She was trembling. “Of course we’d know Ayame! She was in 4Souls, and then she was in WolfPack with - “

New Girl started to laugh and held up a hand. “You’re so sweet!” she said, with an admittedly very beautiful smile, “But we don’t have to run through my whole list of credits. Right now, I’m here to join your group. So just think of me as a fellow trainee, okay?”

Rin looked almost aghast at the thought of this girl being her peer. Kagome just shrugged and stepped forward, offering her hand for Ayame to shake. American through and through, Sango thought with a wry smile.

“Ayame’s going to be lending us a hand here. She just recently joined the company; I’m sure you read the press release about it.”

Nope.

Ayame returned Kagome’s handshake. “Are you the one with the voice?” She sent Miroku a mischievous - or was that flirtatious - glance over her shoulder. “Miroku won’t shut up about you.”

Kagome, of course, turned bright red and tried to wave it off, but Ayame stopped her by giving a formal bow and a “Yoroshiku, ne?” and Kagome visibly turned to putty in her hands.

Rin was already bowing over and over again as she approached Ayame. She looks like she’s worshipping a god at an altar, Sango thought with a mild shake of her head.

“Hey,” Ayame laughed, “Cut that out. You must be Rin?”

Rin turned as white as a sheet. “You know my name?”

“Of course I do! You’re my new co-member!”

Sango could take it no more and stepped forward, offering a bow but no overt smile. I won’t be as easily won over, no matter how expensive your jewelry is, Miss Famous Girl. “Nice to meet you,” she said, keeping her voice as deadpan as possible.

Ayame returned the bow again. “Likewise!” Her green eyes seemed to look Sango up and down, and Sango was about to demand what the hell she thought she was looking at when Ayame turned to Miroku yet again. “You’re the dancer.” She was definitely addressing Sango, but her eyes were on Miroku, who seemed to be blushing at her gaze. Sango felt a little ill at the sight. “And the rapper, right?”

“That’s me,” Sango said shortly. “So you’re just…in the group? As of now?”

Miroku tore his eyes away from Ayame long enough to look at Sango and clear his throat. “She’s actually always been in the group. From the start.”

“Telling us about it would have been nice.” Sango folded her arms, kept her guard up. As always.

At this, Miroku seemed truly uncomfortable, but it looked like Ayame was eager to come to the rescue. How disgustingly sweet. “We’ve been keeping it a secret,” she said, her voice still so annoyingly friendly and open, “to keep the heat off of you three while you went through training boot camp.” She stopped a moment, then continued. “Well, the start of training boot camp, anyway. I’m afraid the training boot camp is a forever process. But you’ll get used to it.”

“So we’re just meeting you now?” Sango for some reason felt the urge to press the issue and watch everyone else squirm a bit. “You get to skip all the dance practices and vocal training and just show up at the end of it all?”

Now Inuyasha spoke up. “She’s been a trainee and idol since she was thirteen years old. You three needed a little more help. A lot more help.”

“Bet I could still out-dance her,” Sango grumbled under her breath as she turned away.

“I bet you could!” Ayame laughed. The words might have been a challenge, but they didn’t sound like one.

Dammit, she heard me. Now it was Sango’s turn to feel her face burning. So she did whatever she did when cornered - she changed the subject.

“Can we start recording this ridiculous song already? While we’re young?”

“As Her Majesty demands,” snapped Inuyasha, and after Miroku handed Ayame her lyric sheet, the two men disappeared again behind the glass wall.

They played the original version of the song first, to let everyone get a feel of the tune and the beat.

“This is…very pop,” Kagome said, “I guess I should have expected it.”

The chorus played, and Sango saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Rin sat in her folding chair, scanning the lyrics with a furrowed brow, but once the chorus hit she was doing some weird little hand motions, swaying back and forth in her seat.

“Rin? You having a stroke?” Sango sent her a playful smile.

Rin jumped. “N-No!” she said with a grin, “It’s the dance to the song! I used to watch it over and over again and try to copy it - “

“Oh, yeah, the dance!” Ayame immediately started mirroring Rin’s movements, with a much more polished and studied manner. Rin once again looked starstruck and overjoyed.

“I love this song, too,” Ayame said with a wink.

Isn’t this just adorable. She shows up and suddenly everyone is tripping and falling all over the place. Sango returned her tight-lipped gaze to her lyric sheet.

After several run-throughs, and several notes from both Miroku and Inuyasha, they were ready to try it out.

This song is so damn cheesy, Sango thought, but damn if it ain’t an earworm.

“Here we go,” Miroku said through the mic in the sound booth, “Secret Song of Secrecy, take one. Roll playback.”

(Once again for the kids, Ayame, Rin, Sango, Kagome, **ALL TOGETHER**)

**GREAT!** **Just feel it BBoom BBoom** **GREAT!**

sore wa futari no randebuu (randebuu) kokoro ubaware Wonderful (Wonderful)

shisen yura yura yura anata dake wo miteru dake demo mou kurushii no

Wow wow shiritai Now now miryoku ga BBoom BBoom afureteru no Hit it hit it hit it ho

Woo woo woo umaku ienai mou mune ga takanaru no sou

oshite wa hiku wa hora watashi no koto wo sagashi hajimeru no sugu ni Fall in love

Give it to you My nun nun nun nun nun nun nunppit afureru My ta ta ta ta ta ta touch anata ni My la la la la la my lover atama kara BBoom BBoom ashi made mo BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom

**GREAT!** **Just feel it BBoom BBoom** **GREAT!** **anata shika BBoom BBoom** **mienai BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom**

I’m looking like a dream, boy why you fronting Wake up wake up No time for wasting come and get me baby Take off take off miryoku Ya BBomm BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom Already mine pick up the phone Now or never pick up pick up

Wow wow muchuu de No no tomarenai BBoom BBoom kono kodou Hit it hit it hit it ho

Woo woo woo dou sureba ii? mou atama no naka doko ka uwanosora

wakaru wa anata mou watashi igai ni nani mo mienai hodo sugu ni Fall in love

Give it to you My nun nun nun nun nun nun nunppit afureru My ta ta ta ta ta ta touch anata ni My la la la la la my lover atama kara BBoom BBoom ashi made mo BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom

Uh mitorete mitorete anata ni BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom Uh nando mo nando mo omou no BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom

Give it to you My nun nun nun nun nun nun nunppit afureru My ta ta ta ta ta ta touch anata ni My la la la la la my lover atama kara BBoom BBoom ashi made mo BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom

**GREAT!** **Just feel it BBoom BBoom** **GREAT!** **anata shika BBoom BBoom** **mienai BBoom BBoom BBoom BBoom**