Disclaimer for entire fic: So I do not own Inuyasha. But even if I said I did, who would stop me?-starts chuckling- The Takahashi police! -doubles over in laughter-


BOOM!

Takahashi Police: We are the Takahashi police!

-screaming as she gets dragged away- Wait, wait! I was just kidding!

A/N: -cough- well, hello again! You may know me as 'freshice' on However, I am 'freshice' no more…well…sorta. My computer is retarded and so I had to change accounts. And I also wanted to start this story over. Don't blame me, blame the evil PC. And vanilla coke.

And for the people on I decided to start this story over. Version 2.0 is better, trust me.

Anyways, on with the story!

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and children frolicked happily throughout the meadows, playing Frisbee and tag and other games that kids usually had fun with. Such a beautiful afternoon, in fact, that wasting it by staying inside was almost a sin.

However, that was exactly what two young men inside a messy, run-down apartment were doing.

"Keh!" Inuyasha snorted as he flipped through the channels on an ancient TV, "Just stupid re-runs! Why do all the damn producers decide to take a break in summer?"
His dark-haired friend sitting next to him grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels at an amazing speed, as if trying to locate something.

"Hold up a sec, Inuyasha, I think I just saw a special edition of Girls Gone Wild," he said eagerly.

The silver-haired boy made a face as he got up and strode to the kitchen, "Out of all the roommates in the world, why did I have to get stuck with a pervert like you." He muttered loud enough for Miroku to hear after glancing at the strutting girls on television.

A resounding "Hey!" was heard.

As Inuyasha wandered through the cluttered kitchen of him and his roommate's apartment, he noticed a pile of letters on the dining table. Thinking there might be something worthwhile in them, he casually slit them open and uninterestedly read each one. As he got to the last one, his amazing golden eyes widened, and he sprinted into the TV room, where Miroku was eagerly watching a female yell out, "I love Girls gone Wild!" and flashing her breasts at the camera.

"Get off the fucking couch, lecher, and take look at this! This could be the chance of our lifetimes!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly to the words on the piece of paper.

Miroku reluctantly got up from his comfortable position at the prehistoric sofa to look at what his roommate was so excited about.

He read the words on the card Inuyasha was holding, and his eyes also widened as he read it again, then once more. Then he ripped his eyes from the small print to look at his roommate.

"Holy shit." He said slowly. Then both boys began leaping around their cluttered living room and whooping for joy.

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The living room of a two-bedroom apartment was quiet. Quiet, that is, until a chubby cat raced around the corner, banging into things while frantically trying to get away from its owner, a pretty raven-haired girl, as she chased the animal through the mess of sofa cushions, an overturned coffee table, and many jackets lying around the floor.

"Buyo, come back here! It's time for your bath!" the girl yelled as she lunged for her cat.

Buyo meowed loudly and dove for under the couch. Unfortunately, because of his large size, he couldn't get completely under. His bottom half wriggled helplessly, trying to escape, and his claws hastily scraped the floor.

The girl scooped the protesting cat into her arms and giggled.

"Bad Buyo," she scolded playfully.

The cat gave her a woeful look that made her laugh again, a pure sound that resembled water trickling down a stream.

As she was carrying the upset cat into the bathroom, the front door swung open, and an attractive girl wearing a red tank top and black pants came in, her arms full of groceries, a letter in her mouth.

"Kagome," she mumbled around the letter, "come and help!"

Kagome walked over to her friend, and helped her put the groceries on the marble-top counter.

Sango took the letter out of her mouth and smiled in thanks to her best friend. Her eyes drew back to the letter and she began ripping it apart excitedly.

Kagome questioningly looked over her shoulder, still clutching Buyo, who was still desperately trying to get away.

"What's that, Sango?"

Sango beamed as she handed the card to Kagome. "See for yourself."

Kagome read the letter bit by bit, and her mouth dropped open in shock. She turned to her glowing friend, and hugged her tightly. Buyo, forgotten, skittered off to some other part of the apartment room.

Kagome's eyes glittered with happiness, and Sango met them with her own shimmering ones.

"Don't you doubt it, Kagome. We are so going to have the best time of our life!"

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter! Review and tell me what you think. No flames, please. I will only accept constructive criticism. Remember that if you don't like my story, remember that I am writing it for my own pleasure, and also keep in mind that nobody's forcing you to read it. Ja ne.