Outside the diamond

Summary: Four best friends, a baseball game, being 'locked' in their dorms for four days, a field trip, what in the world could happen to these not so average college students in these situations? Inukag, Mirsan.

How did I come up with this? I have no idea. I tell you, it is completely... unplanned... and I know little about Baseball, but my dad used to be a baseball player, so yeah... he seems to help me a lot with these stories, doesn't he? That's beside the point... what was the point again? Uhhh... I forget... maybe there never was one...

Anyway, enjoy! (THAT was the point.. ha I remembered!)

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Chapter one - Girls vs. Boys

The ebony haired girl looked out through the 'net' in front of her. The sky was beginning to darken from both the night beginning to dawn on them and rain clouds forming not far away from them.

She looked to the left of her to see a, for some reason, very energetic brown haired girl barely able to keep herself seated, fore, she was up next.

Up next to the plate that is. Sango was completely 'in the zone' at the moment, nothing could break her out of it, she just had the urge to run, and no one could stop her when she felt like running, or just plain doing something completely insane.

Kagome inwardly giggled at her best friend's behavior. It was just like Sango to be the one who was intent on winning the game, even if it was just to prove that girls were just as good at sports as boys. Of course, everyone knew this was true, but a certain uniquely silver haired friend of theirs had an ego to protect.

And Sango wasn't going to let that one go.

So, here they were, sitting in the dugout of the neighborhood baseball park, one impatiently awaiting her turn, and one hoping her turn never came.

Because unlike Sango, Kagome was horrible at baseball.

Just plain Horrible, with a capital 'H.'

And it didn't help that Inuyasha didn't exactly think she could hit a baseball, let alone actually make it back to home plate without getting out at some point before hand.

Miroku was so lucky. Well, to her he was. He didn't have to play. No. Scratch that. He couldn't play. Why? Because the last time they had played baseball, which happened to be about a month ago, and the girl's team had lost once again, Miroku had fell and sprained his ankle.

That's it. Just sprained it. And it was healed by now. And Miroku would have accepted to play in a heartbeat, since he had a love for the game, watching it on television and playing it with his friends. Oh, but then there was one.

One girl who wouldn't let him play, this time, that is. Not until she was sure he was fine, even after he had ran about a mile just to meet up with them after they had called his cell and asked if he'd like to watch, while he was at the library doing research for some project he had to do for his college class. Of course, he had work to do, but since his cell went off and caused a scene in the library ... they kicked him out temporarily.

So he excepted and ran his way down to the park, which wasn't a problem, since he ran everyday as exercise or something along the lines of that.

And who was this worried girl, no matter how much she denied it? None other than, Sango.

The very girl sitting next to Kagome impatiently. Oh, what Kagome wouldn't give to be in Miroku's position right now, just to save herself the humiliation. Because she knew that if she didn't score her team at least one point this time, Inuyasha would never let her hear the end of it.

And she really, really didn't want to hear his bragging go on for the next month, like last time.

So, Kagome was praying that Sango hit a home run and brought all the players from their team in from the field so she wouldn't have to go and it would be Inuyasha's team's turn to bat, or it began to rain, or they lost the ball, or her dorm advisory called someone's cell and ordered them all back to their dorms at that very moment, because they were all in trouble for some unknown and uncared for reason. Kagome didn't really care what happened right now, as long as she didn't have to pick up that bat and attempt to hit the ball and score a winning point, or just a point in general, for her team.

The worried girl stared back out to the playing field in front of her. The wind was beginning to pick up and the sun was beginning to set as the night preyed on them and got closer with each waking minute.

Inuyasha was the pitcher. He had a black baseball cap on the top of his head, covering his unique dog ears, and was wearing his normal 'playing outfit' that he wore every time they played baseball. Hojo was the first baseman, who had no one on his base at the moment. Sesshomaru was second baseman, with Ayame on second. Kouga was third baseman, even though Inuyasha and he didn't get along, they still had to work together for once, with Eri on third. Then there were some other boys who were friends of all of them mixed together, scattered out in the outfield and in between the bases, with Yuki up to bat and Souta as the catcher.

Inuyasha yelled out some random insult he had most likely spent days working on to think of to Yuki, to try and dispirit her, but she just ignored him and watched the ball in his hand, waiting for him to throw it. Besides Sango, Yuki was the best player on their team, and if Inuyasha's insults were going to actually effect anyone, it wasn't going to be her.

He reeled his right hand back, as he did every time he went to throw the ball. Souta did some hand signal to him, telling him how to throw the ball, which Inuyasha noticed, but didn't act like he noticed. He pulled his left leg up before coming back down as if he was about to run, but instead of running, he released a perfect curve ball right at the plate.

Yuki backed up a bit as the ball came flying towards her. She knew how to identify what kinds of throws were being given. How? Just something she managed to pick up sometime a while back, when she actually played on a team for her county, that was before college came and she had to give up on softball to focus on a career.

She swung the bat with a lot of force, and the ball came in contact with the wood, sending it flying, over the fence and into the backyard of an old man's house ... who had a collection of baseballs back there, and, for some unknown reason, seemed to have a dislike for anyone who stepped foot on the property of the park.

But, much to Kagome's pleasure, and Sango's disappointment, they weren't going to be getting that ball back soon, but, much to Sango's satisfaction, and in which Kagome couldn't care less, they had just won the game.

Yuki ran around the bases, following the other two players on her team back to home plate and received a multiple amount of hive-fives and hugs of victory, as the score keeper tallied the home runs, and stood up to announce the score and the winners.

"Looks like our winners are Sango's team with a total score of twenty-one home runs against Inuyasha's team with a total score of nineteen home runs." The score keeper, which happened to be Miroku, said over the intercom from the wooden bleachers off to the side of the diamond.

Someone up there really liked Kagome today, at least, at the moment.

She jumped up and squealed in delight, causing Sango to look at her in confusion, since Kagome was never this excited over something that has to do with sports,

Kagome was excited because of a few things. One; she could now rub it in Inuyasha's face that girls were Indeed better than boys. Two; she had been saved the embarrassment of batting, swinging and missing, in particular. Three; she couldn't get out, because the game was over. Four; simply because the joy of knowing that, for once, Inuyasha was proven wrong and had to believe it.

"We won!" She exclaimed while giving her stunned friend a bear hug, and then jumping up and down happily.

"Yeah ... we did ... but, Kagome, are you okay?" Sango asked, becoming concerned by her friend's unusual behavior.

"Of course! We proved to Inuyasha that we are better at baseball than he is!" Kagome said, skipping around while grabbing her belongings, before she pranced out of the dugout and went to taunt Inuyasha.

Sango watched her go, while everything clicked in place. Kagome had been wanting to do something, anything, to prove to Inuyasha that the female race was worthy of everything that the male race was worthy of, and Inuyasha, unlike Miroku, didn't see how that was possible.

As far as Inuyasha knew, or cared, girls were only better at school, fashion, and gossip than boys were. So, now, he knew that they were equals not only in education, but in physical ways as well.

Miroku walked over to the dugout entrance, holding the chalk board with lines and names on it.

"You know, your team won, so why aren't you happy like you should be? I mean, you did want to win right?" He asked the girl inside. He walked over to where her stuff was and unzipped her bag, sliding the board in easily and zipping it back up.

"I am happy, I was just thinking." Sango replied before taking her stuff out of his grasp and beginning to walk out of the small area to meet her, soon to be arguing, friends in the middle of the baseball field. They needed to return to their dorms before the storm began, unfortunately, there was no way they would make it there in time without getting at least a little rain water on them.

It's not that she didn't like to get wet, or she was scared of rain. It was the fact that she, and Kagome, had both decided to wear a white shirt.

Water plus white shirts plus a perverted boy equals total chaos.

Total chaos that was completely unavoidable. Not good.

"If you say so ... hey, Sango?" Miroku called to her as he ran to catch up with her as she walked to the field. The others had already left, others not including Inuyasha and Kagome, that is.

"Hmmm?" She asked in her normal manner whenever he wanted to ask her something, mostly because she was either focused on something else, or she was afraid he would say something perverted and she'd have to whack him upside the head. The second option was the most common.

"I have two questions, and I assure you, neither are inappropriate." He said, his step coming into place with hers. She shot him a disbelieving look and nodded for him to continue.

"Okay, first of all, next time we play, or maybe tomorrow if we do something physical, can I please participate? And second, do you think I can stay on yours and Kagome's couch in your dorm room tonight? Inuyasha's not going to be in the best of moods, and I don't want to get in his way..." Miroku asked, starring at the glaring couple before them as Sango and he neared them.

"I'll think about letting you play next time, and as long as you don't pull anything, yes you can, I already told you that the couch is there when you need it..." Sango replied, looking at him briefly before returning her gaze to the two ahead.

"So! If we wouldn't have lost the ball, us men would have beat your team easily, especially when you went up to bat." Inuyasha yelled to the girl who was now shooting him death glares, and growling with a deep temptation to 'sit' him, with that necklace Shippo's grandma had given her for Inuyasha, but she didn't because she had been dared not to use that necklace to win her wars for a whole week, well, it was day three of seven, and she was barely getting by.

"Kagome doesn't mind me staying there when needed either? And why do you not want me participating in physical actions, yet? My injury is completely healed you know!" Miroku defended, ignoring the bickering students not far away.

Sango stopped, her face gaining a light pink tint. "Well, I never really asked her if she minded, but I doubt she'd even notice if you were there, and I... I just don't want you getting hurt again, I guess." She admitted, not looking at him. Oh, but she could feel his eyes searching her, searching her like the many times they had before.

"You're impossible! Uhhhgh! Sango, Miroku, let's go back! Leave him here, I don't care!" Kagome exclaimed angrily before stalking off in a huff, arms crossed, face red with fury, and her temper was so hot at the moment, the others swore they seen steam coming out of her ears.

"Come to think about it, I don't think either of us will be safe in either dorm room, mine or yours, because it looks like Kagome's in just as a sour mood as Inuyasha is." Miroku stated, looking from both Kagome to Inuyasha and back, he did this a few times before Sango finally agreed.

"What's it going to take to make them get along and just ... admit they have feelings for each other?" Sango asked the air, not really expecting an answer, but wasn't surprised when she got one.

"When hell freezes over, thaws, freezes over, thaws, freezes over, thaws, and then everyone on Earth gets eternal life forever. That is when they will get along and admit they love each other." Miroku replied casually.

"In other words; never?" Sango asked as more of a statement than a question.

"Yep." He replied before beginning to follow the fuming girl who had left them all a minute before. Sango took one last glance at an angry Inuyasha before deciding not to wait for him.

'If he knows what's good for him he'll follow us soon and apologize to Kagome.' She thought to herself, but then a raindrop hit her exposed right arm that was holding her bag. She sighed.

'What I should worry about is getting back to our dorm without being touched by a certain male ahead of me, especially if it's going to start--'

A crack of thunder roared through the air before water droplets began to drench them all.

'Raining...'

All thoughts were lost at the moment, fore they were all too busy running for cover, knowing that when they got back, soaked, the dorm adviser was going to have a cow. And they didn't want that, no, no, no. Why?

Because if it happened, they would be 'restricted' from leaving college grounds until Sunday.

And the rest of the week stuck in a dorm with nothing to do, was worse, to Sango, than being stuck in a five foot by five foot room with no one butthe perverted Miroku, and worse, to Kagome, than being locked in a room with Inuyasha and Kouga for a whole day, and worse, to Miroku, than not being able to touch a woman for a whole week, and worse, to Inuyasha, well, he didn't really care, really.

So, yeah, that was pretty bad. What's worse than that? What they were hoping wouldn't happened, happened, because when they got back, the first person they met up with was?

Their dorm adviser.

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End Chapter one!

WOOT! Baseball! Take me out to the ball game... Hehe ... well, then, let's see here, this is going to be my first, more-than-one-chapter story, amazing isn't it!!?

Well, considering that I have absolutely NO knowledge on baseball or softball whatsoever, if you have any information about the sport(s), please, let me know! And feedback is welcome! So, Please leave some! (Oh and I really don't know anything about dorms and stuff like that, I am going by complete imagination, I'm not in college yet, so yeah, bare with me here!) Thanks!

--Ponystripes