AN/ Hello everyone! I now present to you the second chapter of my wonderful new story. I hope you enjoy. This chapter is mainly about Kagome, but the next one will focus more on Inuyasha. Before we get started, I'd just like to say that I borrowed something from Grey's Anatomy. If you've watched the show, then you'll know what I'm talking about when it shows up. I just really liked the scenerio, though, and I couldn't resist.

The Trouble with Murphy's Law

Chapter Two: The Girl in Question

"I have a problem…"

Sango raised an eyebrow as she sat down on Inuyashas' bed. "I figured that," She said, "When you called me, and demanded that I come over right this minute. Care to tell me what's so important?"

Turning his yellow eyes to stare at the dark red carpet of his floor, Inuyasha muttered, "I've got no idea what to wear…"

"Wear?" Sango questioned, her forehead creasing into a frown. "What's wrong with what you're wearing now?" She folded her legs so she sat Indian style, and cocked her head to the side, trying to remember if he'd told her about some important event that he had to go to. She came up empty-handed.

"I need something to wear on a date…" As the words left his mouth, Inuyasha turned a glare onto Sango, adding, "I swear to God, if you laugh, Miroku won't recognize you when he sees you again."

Instead of laughing, Sango defensively crossed her arms over her chest, and unleashed the wrath of her own eyes. "Why didn't I know about this date of yours? Are you getting back together with Kikyo again? Don't make me hurt you, Inuyasha…"

"Hell, no! You really think I'd put myself through that again?" He demanded, shaking his head, and curling his fingers around the roots of his hair. "And is this really one of those things I'm supposed to tell you about?"

Sango opted for the safest option –answering his last question. "Yeah, it is. Didn't I tell you when I went on date-like things with Miroku?"

Shrugging, he replied, "Well, yeah, but I thought that was 'cause you wanted me to know, in case I had to kill him for makin' a move."

Sighing heavily, Inuyashas' best friend said, "No, that wasn't why I told you. This friendship thing that we do? It comes with giving out information about our own whereabouts –it's a thing, so don't question it. Now, who are you going on a date with?"

"Kagome."

Sangos' eyes widened, and she visibly recoiled. "Seriously?" She asked with disbelief. "When did this happen? I mean, I knew something was going on, with the way you two are always looking at each other, but… Seriously?"

"Hey, you're going out with the pretty boy, so I'm allowed to go out with the cheerleader, ok?" Inuyasha snapped, getting defensive with her.

"I'm not criticizing, I'm just surprised… Now, let's see what we've got in your closet."

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"Too sluty..." Miroku commented, barely glancing up from the magazine in his lap. Lazily, he turned the page, and crossed his ankles as lay spraled on Kagomes' bed on his stomach.

Kagomes' shoulders slumped as she glared at Miroku from in front of her closet. "It's a sweater, for Christs' sake! How is it slutty?" Kagome demanded, jabbing almost violently at the green, cowl-neck sweater in her hand.

"When you wear it, your boobs almost fall out." Her best friend answered as he stared at the Cosmo article in front of his eyes.

"I have nice boobs, though..." Kagome said, placing her hands on her hips.

Rolling his eyes, Miroku replied, "You never listen to my advice anyway, so why do you ask me...? Kagome...please tell me you didn't send in a story to Cosmo, because this situation sounds scarily familiar..." He chuckled deeply as he pointed to an article inside the pages.

Turning a bright scarlet, Kagome snatched the magazine from his hand, and hit him upside the head with it. "Stop reading Cosmo, you moron, and help me pick out what to wear!" She shouted, and put the magazine on top of her drawer.

Sighing heavily, rolled onto his back, and instructed, "Wear the jeans with the green embroidery on the pocket, that sweater, and your Steve Maden boots. Oh, and if you're gonna bring a purse, go for the black Coach one."

"But Inuyasha's not that tall -I shouldn't wear the boots." Kagome commented as she stripped off the shirt she was wearing, and replacing it with the green sweater in her hands. "I don't wanna end up taller than him..."

"Black flats, then. I know you've got a pair somewhere. Hey, did your boobs get bigger?" Miroku asked curiously as he watched her change. With a friendship like theirs, getting naked in front of each other really wasn't a big thing.

As she changed jeans, Kagome answered, "Yeah, I moved up a cup. Hey, you don't mind watching Shippou for me, do you? I hate dumping him on you like this, but I really don't have the money to pay for a babysitter and mom's working tonight."

"Don't worry about it." Miroku said as he handed her the designated purse from under her bed. "You don't mind if I just stay the night, do you? My parents are on vacation in the Alps, and it gets creepy in that house alone."

"Sure, just don't hog the bed when you go to sleep. Otherwise, I'll just push you off when I get back." Kagome slipped on her shoes as she spoke, and added, "I'm gonna go say good night to Shippou really quick." As she left the room, Miroku sat up on the bed, and yawned widely.

Down the hall, Kagome turned into an open bedroom, and smiled. A small child was lying peacefully in a crib that was placed in the center of the room. With soft steps, Kagome made her way to sleeping infant, and peered in at the small boy. Gently, the girl reached in, and moved a small wisp of dark brown hair from the childs' forehead. As she smiled down at him, the piercing doorbell shattered the silence, and the child awoke with a shout.

Kagome picked up Shippou in her arms, and craddled him against her chest. She bounced him softly up and down in her arms as she made her way towards the door. Carefully, she shifted the baby to one arm, and opened the front door to reveal Inuyasha.

His eyes widened at the sight of Kagome cradling the infant to her chest, and smiled when he realized he had never seen her look more beautiful. As the baby quieted, he commented, "You look nice."

Smiling in return, Kagome said, "Thanks... Miroku, Inuyasha's here, so come and take Shippou from me." When Miroku skidded to a halt in front of her, she kissed Shippou on the forehead, and handed him to her friend. With a wave good bye, she exited the house, and followed Inuyasha to his car.

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Flicking on the light to her bedroom, Kagome shouted, "I shaved my legs for him!"

Groaning in protest, Miroku rolled onto his stomach, and burried his head under the pillow. "Can't we rant about this tomorrow?" He begged, snuggling under the covers against the winter chill Kagome had brought with her.

"Nothing! Not even a kiss good night!" Kagome muttered as she toed off her shoes, and threw her purse on the ground.

Not bothering to look up from his spot in the warmth of the bed, Miroku mumbled, "He didn't follow through? Why not?"

"Oh, like you expect me to know?" She demanded as she slid off her shoes. Flicking off the light, she didn't bother to change as she slid into bed next to her friend. "Oh, and he called me someone elses' name. How rude is that?"

"What'd he call you?" He asked in idle curiosity, though sleep was quickly starting to win him over.

Huffing heavily as she stared straight up at the ceiling, Kagome answered, "He called me Kikyo. Can you believe the nerve of that guy? My cousin, for Christs' sake!"

"Weren't they going out last year?" Miroku inquired, a loud yawn following behind. He wiped a hand across his face in agravation at having his sleep interupted.

The girl beside him gave an undignified snort. "Is that an excuse?"

"I don't know... Can't we talk about this in the morning? You know, when my brain can come up with more witty come-backs?" Miroku begged as Kagome slid her cold toes under his own. A shiver ran up his spine at the touch, but he let her keep the offending philangy there.

"But... But I wanna complain now..." She muttered, folding her arms over her chest.

"Go to sleep, Kagome." Miroku whined, and turned on his side, so he was turned away from her. "And I'm getting you a bigger beg for Christmas this year... We don't fit anymore."

Silence...

"Are you calling me fat?"

At this, Miroku removed the pillow from under his head, and smacked Kagome in the head with it. He muttered, "Go to sleep..."

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"So, how'd it go?"

Inuyasha turned a glare to his best friend as he was forced to remember just how terrible the date was. Sango stopped mid-shot glass cleaning, and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. The boy huffed heavily, and bit out sharply, "I've had conversations with my dad that went better..."

Sango visibly winced, and put the shot glass down on the counter in front of Inuyasha. Without hesitation, she poured him a shot of Vodka, and the boy downed it quickly. He sighed heavily as the burning liquid finished running down his throat. Sango's question cut through the relative quiet of the bar. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I called her Kikyo..." He muttered, letting his head fall down to the bar counter in front of him. Even though he was fully aware of the disgusting things that had been on the wooden surface, Inuyasha couldn't find it in himself to move from it. In fact, he lifted his head, and slammed it forward again, adding vocally, "I blew my chance; Kagome hates Kikyo..."

With a shake of her head, a few stray strands of black hair loose from her high ponytail, and into her face. "That never good." She admitted, and added with a sly grin, added, "But I've never seen you give up so easily before..." As her words trailed off, Sango noticed how her friends shoulders' tensed.

"I never said I was giving up." Inuyasha retorted harshly, and pushed himself off of the bar stool. As he walked away towards the exit, Sango snorted to hold back a giggle -he was so predictable. Her friend could never resist a challenge, so in the matter of getting Inuyasha to do what you wanted, it was only a matter of wording things.

Inuyasha shoved his hands into his pockets as he shouldered the door to make his way into the winter air, and his thoughts turned to Kagome.

It wasn't that she acted like Kikyo, -saying that would have been an insult- but the cousins looked so much alike. If you shortened Kikyos' hair, the girls could probably pass for twins. When Inuyasha had dropped her off at her house that night, he'd seen her in his pereffrial vision, and it was like last summer all over again -it was Kikyo, instead of Kagome.

Just as he leaned across the seat to kiss her, Inuyasha had murmured Kikyo's name, and Kagome had reared back. Her lips twisted up in a sneer, and she began shouting about how she was sick and tired of everyone calling her Kikyo. That was when he knew he had crossed a very definite line, and one that he hadn't been aware of.

He had tried to appoligize, but it was worthless. Before he could stop her, Kagome had stormed out of his car, and up to her porch. His words of explanation -the few he had managed to voice, anyways- had fallen on deaf ears, so he sat stewing in misery.

Inuyasha liked Kagome, plain and simple, but Kikyo had been in the back of his mind since the first day she showed up at school. It was an honest mistake that he had said Kikyo's name, and Kagome shouldn't hold it against him! Inuyasha sighed in utter frustration as he slid into the seat of his car. Of course, as he glanced to the passenger seat, it only served to remind him of the his current agrivation.

At this point, sleep was the only thing that would be able to ease his mind, so Inuyasha quickly sped off to his house.

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Kagome had every right to be angry with Inuyasha. It wasn't right to call her another girls' name, and Kikyo no less! Steam was practically pouring out of her ears as she folded the basket of laundry in front of her. It wouldn't have been quite so bad, if he had showed even the slightest bit of interest throughout the date.

It had seemed like she carried on most of the conversation, and everytime she tried to touch him, he flinched. If she hadn't known any better, Kagome would have accused Inuyasha of being an abused puppy in disguise. She let out a low shout of frustration, and threw the folded shirt onto the floor to vent.

As the wadded cloth hit the carpet in front of her, her little brother, Souta, rounded the corner with a raised eyebrow. After a moment of simply staring at eachother, Souta questioned softly, "Everything ok, sis?"

Kagome sighed heavily, and let her head hang lifelessly down. "Yeah, I'm fine, Souta." Without looking up, she knew her little brother was still in the room, but at that moment, Kagome caved to childish beliefs -if she ignored him, he would go away. Before Souta could pester her about the issue, a ear-splitting wail broke through the silence.

She was on her feet in an instant, and hurriedly walking towards Shippou's bed room. As she came to the doorway of the nursery, Kagome paused, and let her soft, brown eyes land on the screaming infant -he was only two years old.

When the child craned his head towards Kagome, the shouting slowly died down until the silence reigned supreme in the Higurashi household once more. Kagome smiled at the boy as she stared into his dark gray eyes, -an unusual color he'd gotten from his father- and made her way over to the crib. Lifting him over the barred edge, she balanced him on her hip, and began speaking softly to him.

"Hey, baby boy... Why were you crying, huh? Don't cry like that. Is it daddy that you miss again? Ah, he just came to see you, baby..." A nameless tune softly played from Kagome's lips as she slowly swayed around the bedroom. When Kagome came to a stop, the boy let out a small cry of protest, and the eightteen-year-old girl continued her murmurings. "It's alright -no need to cry, Shippou... Mommy's here."