Chapter one: Hatred

"I ain't gonna do it."

"You have to."

"Nope."

"I've already signed you on."

"Don't care. NOT doin it."

"Inuyasha..."

"Miroku..."

"You're going to do this movie whether you want to or not."

"Don't want to, don't have to."

"We'll go bankrupt if you don't."

"..."

"Inuyasha, I know how much you hate her, but just for one movie, can't you put it aside and work with her one more time?"

"And have the tabloids raving about how we're back together after what she did? Hell no."

"Inuyasha, if you don't do this movie, you'll lose all of this," He gestured to the modern, plush apartment, and continued." Nobody else is willing to use you after you destroyed half of that studio."

"I paid for the damages!"

"Yes, but you delayed the end of the movie significantly when they had to move to a different studio."

"SO?"

Miroku rolled his eyes at the Hanyou. "Inuyasha, you're doing the movie. And that's final."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and shot a glare at his manager. He hated it when he was right. Damn him. "Fine. But Don't expect me to enjoy it."

"Deal." Miroku grinned at the actor and stepped out of the apartment, slumping. He sent a prayer heavenwards that his short-tempered friend could stomach working with her one more time for the sake of both of their careers.