Warnings for this chapter: None yet. There's a bit of cursing in this one, but nothing major. The better stuff will come later on. -innocent face-
Pairings: KougaXAyame InuyashaXKagome MikokuXSango KikyouXTheDevil (haha, jk. Well, not really. But maybe I am...o.o)
A/N: Ok, I just kind of let my fics take me where they want to go. Honestly, I don't have any control over my creativity. I'm not sure where this is going to go, but I will continue, and I'm sure it will be interesting:D (Ok, I hope it will be interesting.) If you have any questions or comments, feel free to ask me! And I LOVE reviews, and constructive criticism! Thank you, and enjoy!
The raven haired teen ran his hand through his thick hair impatiently. "Ayame, are you finished yet? You know I hate this place."
Ayame ignored Kouga's irritation, and yelled from over the dressing-room door, "I need to try this on! I won't be much longer, but don't you want me to look nice for the formal next weekend?"
"Well, yeah, but why'd I have to come?"
"Because I want your opinion!"
He sighed, and fiddled dimly with Ayame's purse, which she'd asked him to hold while she tried on dresses. Well, it wouldn't hurt to just take a peek, right? From the sound of things, he was sure that she wouldn't be out for at least another ten or twenty minutes, so he might as well make the best of it.
He unzipped the black leather bag, and pulled out her wallet. Nothing interesting here, a few credit cards, a driver's license, and a couple of twenties. Moving on. He unbuttoned the little pocket on the side, reveling…feminine products. Ok, next. Sunglasses. A check book. Dude, where's all the juicy stuff? He was always in need of new blackmail for his friend.
A pocket-calendar. This could be interesting. Kouga flipped it open to this month, December. Two weekends from now, she had the Winter Formal dance penciled in with a little heart next to it. Kouga and Ayame had been best friends since the start of fifth grade. Ever since high school started, they had made it tradition to go to the Winter Formal with each other. Neither one of them had had a sweetheart throughout the years, so they decided to just go as friends.
Glancing over the other activities for this month, he found that she had a dentist appointment on the fifth, and an oil change for her car on the twentieth. Ok, this is boring too! He tossed it back into the bag, and started rummaging around again. A cell phone. Lip gloss. Some kind of hard candy that he hated…well, this sucks. Now he's bored again.
"Ayame," He wined. "Are you done, yet? This shop creeps me out. And all these girls are checking me out!"
"Suck it up wolf-boy! I can't get this thing zipped!" He heard struggling coming from the room, and a crash. He placed his head in his hands and let out a sigh.
He knew he had to ask. But he so didn't want to, because he feared the answer. "Are you alright in there?"
"Yeah." She said breezily, but he could feel the tension in her voice. That, and she was grinding her teeth. "I'm just having trouble getting this thing zipped."
"You want me to get you a bigger size, or-"
"No! I'm fine." She cut him off, her frustration painfully obvious.
"Well, I could help you zip it if you want."
"No, this dress was ugly anyways. I'll just try the other one!"
He rolled his eyes, and started tapping his foot mindlessly. He glanced around the small shop, earning him eager looks from all the women shopping for dresses. This place was the ultimate in prom-dress/wedding-dress/anything-you-can-think-of-dresses. Why did she have to drag him along? Like he said, these places creeps him out.
"Can't I just go out to the food court, and get something to eat? I can meet you out there. Pretty please?"
He heard an exasperated sigh come from the dressing room. "You aren't much help here anyways. Go pig out then, I'll be there in a half an hour."
Kouga jumped up like he'd just won the lottery. "Okseeyoulater." He said in a rush, and rocketed out of the dress shop and into the mall.
"Ok, food court….food court." He chanted to himself as he wandered down the escalator. "Ha! Food court!" He exclaimed as he sited his prey.
He rushed to the nearest burger stand, and ordered a triple cheeseburger, extra cheese, everything on it. He was about to scarf it down when a voice broke through his concentration. "Well if it isn't the wolf-bastard."
"Shut up dog-turd, I'm busy." He snapped, reverting his attention back to his meal.
"Kouga-kun! How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while." Said a chipper voice that made him abandon his hamburger.
He shot up from his seat with speed that would make the track team cry, and took Kagome's hand into his kissing the back gently. "Far to long, my sweet Kagome."
Honestly, he didn't like Kagome as much as he led on. He thought she was a very sweet girl, and enjoyed being in her company, but he mostly put on the show to get Inuyasha to have a fit.
A deep blush tinted her cheeks, at his flattering gesture. At least until Inuyasha yanked her hand from his grasp, and proceeded to chew him out. "Stop hitting on her you filthy wolf!"
"Inuyasha! He was just being polite! Why do you have to be such a prick?"
He looked a bit flabbergasted as he tried to defend himself. "Well, he was…I mean, he shouldn't have-"
"Stop making excuses! Kouga-kun is a nice person, and you're always so mean to him! He doesn't deserve that!"
Kouga took back his seat, and dug into his hamburger, enjoying the show. Something like this always happened when Kouga was flirting with Kagome. It was actually very entertaining to watch.
It was so painfully obvious that they were into each other. Inuyasha was just to much of a dickhead to admit it, and Kagome was just to shy about her feelings to declare them openly.
Ayame slid into the seat next to him, taking one of his french-fries, and popping it into her mouth. "What'd I miss?" She whispered, and her eyes trailed back to Inuyasha and Kagome. "They're at it again, huh?"
Kouga smiled wolfishly, showing off his pearly fangs. "Yep. Yours truly being the instigator of course."
"Of course." She agreed. "But when are you ever going to stop provoking him?"
"Maybe when it stops being so much fun."
They both cringed as Kagome slapped Inuyasha across the face. "You bastard! How dare you call me that!" She burst into tears and ran off.
Kouga smiled mischievously. "Well, duty calls." And he stood up, read to go after Kagome and comfort her in her time of need. Or more importantly, just agree with all the terrible things she says about Inuyasha.
"Oh no you don't!" Said dog-demon snapped at him. "Don't you dare go anywhere near her!" And with that, he ran after Kagome like the faithful puppy he is.
"Well, looks like the fun's over." Kouga stated, his voice returning to being bored. He glanced down at Ayame's feet, seeing a bag from the dress shop. "So you bought a dress. Can I see it?"
She glared at him. "No. You were to bored to stay and see it in the shop, so I'm not going to show it to you now." And with that, she crossed her arms over her chest.
"But I was hungry." He whined. "Come on, can't I see it?"
He made a grab for the bag, but she snatched it up before he could get to it. "When you start listening to your head, and not your stomach, then maybe I'll show it to you. Or you'll just have to wait until the dance."
He put on a hurt expression, his blue eyes twinkling with false-innocence. "Don't make me say it." He said, his eyes flashing momentarily with mischief.
She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. "You wouldn't dare."
"You know I would."
He stood up, and in the loudest voice he could muster, said, "Everyone, I have an announcement!" That turned a few heads in throughout the food court.
"Don't." She warned.
"Ayame still sleeps with her-" He was cut off as her hand shot up and covered his mouth.
"You promised you'd never tell anyone about that!" She hissed.
He mumbled something through her hand that wasn't auditable. "No, I'm still not showing you my dress!" He mumbled again. "No, I'm not moving my hand; you'll yell that to everyone!"
She felt something wet on her hand and jerked it away. "Eeeew! You licked me! That's so gross!"
"Ah, you know you liked it." Kouga said flirtatiously.
"Gross! Kouga cooties!"
He rolled his eyes as she started wiping her hand vigorously on her jeans. "Fine. I didn't want to see your dress anyways."
"Good. Cause I wasn't going to show you anyways." She mocked.
"Shut up!" Kouga yelled irritably.
"What'd I do this time?" Ginta whispered, even though Kouga could hear him.
"I don't know. Maybe you just got on his nerves." Hakkaku answered quietly as well.
"Get your head in the game!" He yelled again, darting forward as the lacrosse ball flew toward him.
"I bet Ayame's mad at him again. He always gets touchy when he and Ayame-chan aren't talking."
"I said, pay attention, damn it!" Kouga yelled at them again, chucking the ball toward their goal.
"But this is just practice!" Ginta whined.
"Well you're going to continue to suck if you don't practice!"
"I'm sorry to say this, but wolf-boy's right." Inuyasha reluctantly agreed. "We're never going to win this Friday's game if you two jackasses don't suck it up, and start playing!"
Kouga rolled his eyes, but keep his mind focused on the game. Or at least he tried. His mind kept wandering back to Ayame, and he couldn't figure out why. She was still pissed at him after the whole, 'yelling her deepest darkest secret in the middle of a crowded mall' thing, but honestly, he wasn't planning on going through with it.
He was still having trouble getting the taste of her hand out of his mouth. He really didn't know what possessed him to lick her, but it just happened. And surprisingly, he liked it. What was that all about?
"Kouga! Incoming!" And that's the last thing he heard before the ball knocked him upside the head.