It's a Small World
Author's Note: So... let's get this all figured out. Didn't see That Coming, my first story ever is being revised. I'd say it's revised version is better. With that said, I'd like to confirm that this story is purely for my weird moments in time. There's not going to be any playful moments and this is probably one of the few author's notes you'll see. I guess you can call this my personal satisfaction story. Let's see how well this goes.
Disclaimer (For the entire story): I do not own InuYasha in any shape or form.
Miroku eyed at his best friend warily. She looked horrible in his eyes. "Kagome?" he whispered. "...Are you okay?"
Twenty-one year old Kagome Higurashi was on her forest-green couch and had her head rested on her knees, surrounded by tissues and loads of ice-cream. She was sniffling and blew her nose occasionally and kept her teary gaze on her television screen without acknowledging her friend.
"Kagome!" Miroku said again.
Miroku was twenty-one, as well as Kagome's childhood friend. Although he'd hit on her one too many times, she was more of a friend than someone he could make love to. His hair was as deep black as hers and their eyes were nearly the same shade of blue. Kagome's, however, were more of a cerulean while his was indigo speckled with sky blue.
The male sighed and walked over to his friend, plopping onto the couch. "Tell me what's wrong."
Kagome finally looked at him, wiping her face again, "T-the guy left her..."
"What did I tell you about watching these sappy chick-flicks?"
"I know b-but..."
"Your normally spunky personality is replaced by a depressed, lonely aura." he sighed.
Kagome glared at him, "Nuh uh!"
"There's the Kagome I remember." he teased and switched the movie to something else. "Hey... you have Playboy in this package?"
The female blushed deeply, "You idiot, of course not!"
"Uh huh..." he flipped through the channels until he came across Playboy written numerous times over. "You liar."
Kagome, however, was cleaning up; her slight OCD side kicking in. "Miroku, that's pay-per-view." she groaned.
He rolled his eyes; she knew him too well, "Fine, I'll use your laptop."
She twitched and ignored him as he reached for the sparkling white laptop resting on the coffee table, "Have I ever asked yo-"
"Why it sparkles? Yeah. It's because I'm a girl, you dolt."
"That doesn't explain much, dork."
"Just don't go off looking through porn. I don't need a virus on that; there are some important files in there and I have no time to go looking for something new."
"Kagome, you work finances at home..." he trailed off, realizing she already left the room to freshen up. "Hm..."
Miroku wasn't one to pry in someone's life but Kagome was his special case. As her best friend, he felt as if it was his job to do as he pleased. Okay, that sounded creepy. It wasn't hard to notice that Kagome was lonely, what with all of the movies he'd walked in on her watching.
Tokyo's Hottest
He was about to type in Women until an idea formed in his head. "Let's see what I can do..." he grinned, deleting the previous words and typing in Eligible Bachelors in Tokyo.
Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He clicked on the first link to pop up, which was the most viewed of the rest and scrolled through the profiles.
1. Satoshi Kimiwara
This male was a romantic. Knowing Kagome, she'd make him watch movies with her and matters would be worse. To walk into Kagome an another man crying...
He shuddered lightly, "Next."
2. Koga Ookami
Well this one was pompous. Way too full of himself, and if Kagome liked him then... Miroku was sure there'd be problems with himself and the guy. If there was one thing he hated, it'd have to be guys like this.
He thought back to a conversation he had a while back with Kagome.
"I don't want a boyfriend..." Kagome groaned. "They're so much work... and clingy."
"Kami Kagome. At least try."
"No." she shook her head stubbornly. "If anything, I want a guy who's only in it or sex; no strings attached."
Miroku blinked, "But I've been offering!"
Kagome giggled and patted his cheek, "Miro, I'm not the one for you and we both know it. Relationships are too much work and the emotional stress is something I can't handle. Not anymore..."
"He hurt you that bad?"
"He cheated on me and took my sense of trust with him."
"I never liked him."
"Ah well, what's done is done."
Miroku rubbed his forehead at the memory and scrolled down, crossing out who he hated in his head. He stopped, many pages later at one name in particular.
72. Inuyasha Takahashi
Miroku smirked.
This guy was a nice match for Kagome. His girlfriend dumped him for another man, he was a mechanic (one of the best in Tokyo), he was an Inu Hanyou; meaning he had a pair of dog ears atop his head which Kagome wouldn't be able to resist, and his personality was stubborn. Being the kind of man he was, Miroku couldn't help but think of his best friend having a yelling match with this guy and as they closed the door the yelling turned to desperate screams.
...
He shook his head, "Ah gross. I can't believe I thought of that."
With a swift click of the mouse, Miroku began to type in his reply to this Inuyasha person.
Kagome Higurashi: Whoa, you're looking for sex only, too? I can't believe it! I only know one guy who offered, but that'd be weird since he's just a friend. Anyway, I'm Kagome. Straight and simple: My boyfriend cheated on me, I dumped him and I only want sex. No strings attached. Wanna know more? Uh, I guess you can email me. It's khigurashi on Gmail. And that's pretty much all I'm posting online. I'll be waiting.
Miroku took a good, long look at his short, simple handiwork. He sure sounded... kind of like Kagome. This was what she wanted, and Miroku knew for a fact that there was never anything such as "No feelings" in an all sex relationship. Feelings were something man was blessed, as well as cursed with, and Kagome could very well end up falling for this one who'd went through nearly the same issue.
See? There's something they can use to strike a conversation, Miroku thought, optimistically as he clicked Post Reply on the page.
Sango was scrolling down the list of replies that Inuyasha got on this dating site she'd posted him on without his permission.
"They're all..." Click. "...Whores..." Click. "...Who want a nice dic... wait."
Something caught her eyes. Someone posted a reply, not too long ago and it was the shortest one yet. This Kagome girl was probably one of the only people who safely exposed herself on the internet. A short reply, and the words "Sexy", "Tight ass", and "I'd love you ramming yourself down my throat" didn't show up. Nope, but this chick went through some of the same shit her best friend, Inuyasha Takahashi did.
Sango thought back to when she'd found Inuyasha, inwardly broken.
"Inuyasha..." she whispered. His usual loud manner was gone as he looked up at her.
Sango found him sitting against one of the cars he was supposed to be fixing looking terribly broken. His ears drooped, his fists were clenched and his bangs shadowed his eyes. When he did happen to look up, she wished he didn't, as the emotions shown in them were those of a heartbroken spirit.
"She left for another man." he said, in a gruff voice.
"It's okay." she said, trying to soothe him. "You'll find better."
"Stop puking out your stupid rainbow bullshit on moving on." Inuyasha muttered. "I ain't gettin' into anymore relationships. They're fucking stupid. If anything, I'll get into one for sex, and sex alone."
Sango's nose scrunched and she sat next to him, "Gross."
"Not unless that's what the chick wants as well." he countered. "I don't want 'em clinging."
"Hm..." It was then, an idea popped into her head.
The brown-haired female grinned; later that day she'd posted up Inuyasha's profile on the site and she secretly looked through his responses waiting for the right one so she could find the moment to tell her best friend that she'd done what he didn't do.
"Kagome, hm?" Sango grinned and wrote down the email address before shutting down her laptop. "Inuyasha, it's time you find a new start."
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~MidnightFlame325