Disclaimer: Okay. I don't own InuYasha or any of the other awesome characters created by the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. If I did, my life would be complete.

Coming up:

Here we are going to start seeing the gang aspect to this fic. Cuz I'm sure that's what drew most of you to this story. The M rated aspects won't be for awhile. This is not a purely lemon fic. There is a plot I swear.

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I'm not gonna lie. Speed limits are suggestions. Suggestions I kindly ignore, which is why every time Kagome looks at my speedometer she just frowns and mumbles under her breath. When I pull up in front of the shrine, Kagome hops out of the car without delay. Keh, stupid girl. As if I'd crash with you in the car. Gimme some credit here. She begins her trek up the stairs. Being my half demon self I run behind her, scoop her up in my arms, and take the stairs ten at a time. I could make 'em in one leap, but then I'd have to put Kagome down that much sooner. Don't judge me, I'm male.

"Really, InuYasha I'm perfectly capable of climbing some stairs," she gives me the you're being ridiculous look again.

"Keh, yeah, but you're slow as hell," I waited for the massive tantrum that I could sense on the horizon. It's so damn fun to piss her off. Well, it's only fun if you're doing it intentionally. Kagome can be scary as shit if you've really fucked up. Trust me, I know. I set her down at the front door and follow her into the kitchen. Kagome makes the best ramen ever. Then again, maybe that's just because Kagome makes it.

"You're lucky I owe you one, otherwise I'd kick you out."

"I'd come in through the window."

"I'd lock them all."

"I'd break them."

"You'd have to pay for it."

"You say that like it's a problem." InuYasha- 1 Kagome- 0 I should have expected she'd be on her best behavior for the rest of the day. Kagome has this weird thing with being mega grateful every time I save her. It's my job, I don't expect gratitude. Even though it's really nice. You see when Kagome's grateful, she always cooks for me, and that's just fine since my bastard of a half brother either can't cook or doesn't give a shit enough to feed me. It could be either.

"Chicken or beef," it comes out as a breathy sigh, which typically means she knows I've won the argument. That happens about as often as Sesshomaru feeds me.

"Whatever ya got." Translation: I don't care as long as you feed me.

"Chicken it is then." She begins bustling around the kitchen, and I decide that I'm in the way and plop down to watch television. Which in retrospect was probably a bad idea, let me tell ya' why. When I watch TV I think. When I think, I think about Kagome. When I think about Kagome… well let's just say I usually take a cold shower after. During this particular thinking session, I am thinking about my birthday party that's going down tomorrow. Just for you cutesy people out there who love to hug kittens, this is going to be an epic party. No piñata, no pin the tail on the donkey. There is going to be a club, music, and with any luck, Kagome in a barley there dress. Which knowing Kagome is unlikely. Damn. I'm not blind to the fact that Kagome is drop dead fucking gorgeous. (Not that kind of 'fucking', perverts.) I can smell the food coming off the stove, and faster than the speed of sound, I'm at the table.

As Kagome is dishing me over half the pot, she clears her throat. My ears twitch and she has my attention. "When and where did you say your party is going to be InuYasha? You've been changing your mind a lot." Oh yeah. Well just so you guys don't think I'm a moron let me explain this to you. I'm turning eighteen. That is important because I will be old enough to be an active member of the clan. Way back when, when humans started killing us all off with their new technology, the ones that survived banded together in their clans. Then, as time moved on, the people that saw us clumped us with 'gangsters'. Feh, as if. Anyway, for example, since I'm the son of the Dog Demon InuTaisho, I'm a member of the clan. However, I can't be an active member of the clan 'til I'm eighteen. When I'm an active member, I'll get to go on the business dealings and such. Since Sesshomaru is alpha of the pack, that makes me the beta. Sweet deal huh?

"Uh, the new one that opened up downtown last year. The Demon's Claw." Ironic. "We're meeting around nine or so." Please oh please, where something that actually shows off your figure. I want to see the look on the mangy wolf's face when you dance with me. Shit, I just had a thought (any of you make a smart ass comment, I'll gut you). Kagome's never been to a club. What if she doesn't want to dance with me? What if a guy tries to make a pass at her while I'm not looking? SHIT! This suddenly didn't seem like a hot idea.

"All right, I'll have to meet you there though. I've got to run some errands before I can head over." My ears drooped. Damn.

"Kagomeeeeeeeeee!" Enter Kagome's kid brother, Souta. So much for alone time. The squirt comes bounding in the kitchen, way too happy for my taste. Sometimes I think the kid does ecstasy, but that's just me.

"Hey, Souta! Hungry?" I don't know why she even asks. She's already dishing the kid a bowl as he plops down in the chair next to me.

"Hey InuYasha, happy early birthday!" The kid seems proud so I pat him on the head and mumble my thanks. If it's possible his smile grew tenfold. "Kagome said your party is tomorrow. Can I come?" Shit. How do I answer that without hurting the kid's feelings?

"Souta, there's going to be no one there for you to play with. You'd be bored out of your mind." Thank the Kami for Kagome's quick thinking.

"But Kagomeeeee…" Kagome gave him such a glare that if looks could kill Souta would be six feet under.

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Kagome POV

The Day of the Party (Saturday)

Damn it all. Nothing looks any good on me. Really? Out of all the clothes I have, I can't find anything to wear clubbing? I discard the purple blouse I had been inspecting a moment ago. Probably the most important night of his life and I won't even look pretty! The Kami hate me. On cue the doorbell rang. What if InuYasha had forgotten that she was meeting him there? The whole errand thing was just a story so she could have extra time to get ready, in both appearance and in mentality. She threw on a robe and crept up to the door. If it was him, he didn't need to know that she was home. A quick check in the peephole revealed Sango standing there with a hanging bag in her hands. Sango to the rescue. Again. "Come on in Sango. Please tell me you have the answer to my problems in that bag." After an exchange of hugs Sango showed herself up to Kagome's room. As usual.

"I couldn't let you go to this party without looking absolutely gorgeous now could I?" Secretly, I've always been a little jealous of Sango. She has the most beautiful long brown hair, and a to-die-for body. She's great at sports and she's really smart to top it all off. With a laugh she pulled open the zipper and my mouth dropped. That will definitely work.

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InuYasha POV

The music was loud, the liquor was good, the food was good, and all the guests were here. Except for two, by the names of Sango and Kagome. Okay, knowing Sango, she's helping Kagome get ready. If Sango's dressing her up then she's at least wearing a dress. If Kagome's wearing a dress they're going to be awhile because Kagome hates heels. His evening looked brighter and dimmer all at once. Damn.

"InuYasha!" Here comes the pervert. Miroku is the kind of guy that you look at and your mind just screams "PLAYER!" Guess what folks, your mind is right. What, with his black hair tied into a rat tail at the nape of his neck and violet eyes, you'd be a moron to not see it. What baffles me is that women still fall prey to his charms. Miroku is weaving his way from the bar through the crowd. To answer your question, no, he is not legally able to drink. Who gives a fuck though? We got the connections to get away with it. "Awesome party my friend, although I expected nothing less from you." He pats me on the back and begins scanning the crowd.

"No your lovely Sango is not here yet. Neither is Kagome for that matter." I can feel my ears droop and Miroku looks noticeably depressed as well. We were currently rowing in the 'I miss the girl I'm in love with that doesn't love me back' boat. Sucks to be us. He hands me a drink, and I contemplate it. Kagome seriously frowned on drinking. Then again, alcohol doesn't really affect me cuz of the demon blood in me. I refuse it 'cuz I know Kagome hates the smell of the stuff. 'Sides, if women see you drinking, they assume you're drunk. That leads to them hitting on you, which leads to misunderstanding by raven haired girls. Nope, I learned that lesson the hard way, and I'd be a moron to repeat it.

"Can you get me a water man? I'm gonna get us a table for when the girls arrive." Miroku nods and heads over to the bar. The pervert is actually following my rare good example and opting for water himself. I jog up to the V.I.P booth and pick out a table next to the glass wall overlooking the dance floor. The V.I.P booth is a little restaurant with freakin' awesome food. Kagome's ramen is still better though.

I tell the guy at the seating table, or whatever you call him, that the table is taken. When he asks for my name his eyes widen.

"Oh. Mr. Takahashi, the whole V.I.P booth is reserved for your party." "

Oh well thanks then." It's just another excuse for Sesshomaru to show off his power. Arrogant bastard. I might as well head back down to the dance floor and get a good view of the door so I won't miss Kagome's arrival. Could I be any more of a love sick fool? Doesn't seem like it. Apparently, Miroku had the same idea, 'cuz when we meet up we both share a knowing look and begin our vigil. After an eternity and a half the bouncers let in two girls. I'd know one of them in a room full of look alikes. The moment I saw what she's wearing, I dropped the glass I was holding. Of course it shattered. Damn it. Damn it all to hell! She was wearing a bright red dress, with one strap that had a hole from the top of her should to just above her left breast. There was nothing left to the imagination, and I have a very active imagination when it comes to Kagome. She was wearing silver heels and she had her hair up in a pony tail. Let me explain to you why the pony tail is highly provocative (for those of you not in the know about dog demons). Dog demons mark their mates on the neck. An unmarked neck is the same as no wedding ring, which was just screaming for my mark. Given Sango's demon slayer history, I'd say that stunt was on purpose. Well, Kagome probably has no idea.

"Don't come over here Kagome," a look of hurt flashes across her face. Damn. "There's a bunch of broken glass." Realization crosses her face and she wait for me to make my way over to her. I duck behind a group of dancing couple to fix my boner before she can see it. Once my problem is situated I make my way over to her, trying with every fiber of my being not to stare at her boobs. Did I mention they looked huge in that dress? Not to mention red is my favorite color. Whenever she wears red I pretty much instantly have thoughts swimming in my head that are probably poorly timed. She gives me a hug pressing her boobs right up against me. For the love of Kami does she have any idea what the fuck she's doing?

"Happy birthday and congratulations." We share a knowing smile of what will happen later tonight, the induction ceremony. I inhale the scent of her perfume. Jasmine, the very one I got her for Christmas last year. It was a pretty penny, but it was definitely a wise investment. She pulls back to get a good look at me. "Well don't you look snazzy." She smiles and looks to the dance floor. I guess snazzy is good. I spent forever lookin' for the best outfit I could find that might possibly make her see me as something other than the five year old boy that chased her around the shrine. I had finally decided on a red button up shirt (if anyone makes a crack about us matching, you'll eat your innards for dinner) with the top three buttons undone (okay maybe that's a bit much, but I'm desperate here), and black slacks. My hair is down as usual. Anything else is just a hassle.

"Let me show you to the V.I.P booth then we can dance if you want, er- you can dance or whatever you wanna do." She quirks a brow at my change of sentence, but decides not comment. She nods her head in agreement and follows me to the stairs at the back of the club. The bouncer to the booth lets me in no problem. She sets her purse down at the table and follows me to the dance floor. Alright InuYasha grow some balls. Just ask her to dance. You've been friends for how long and you're freaking out about this? Man up. "Kagome, would you like to, uh you know dance. Like with me?" She smiles that smile that makes my whole life worth wile and follows me to the middle of the floor. Following the small path I make in the crowd.

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With Sango and Miroku

"My lovely Sango don't you look magnificent tonight." He discreetly took in her attire. A beautiful knee-length lilac halter dress with her usual pony tail and light make up. With and elegant bow he swept up her hand and placed the softest of kisses there. A light blush dusted her cheeks as she tried to calm her heart. He's a pervert, he's a pervert, he's a pervert, he's a… All thoughts flew out the window when he offered her his arm as an escort to the V.I.P booth. He had strategically timed everything so that Kagome and InuYasha could have their alone time, as well as they themselves. Sneaky pervert. She looped her arm through his cautiously, minding his 'cursed' hand. Once they made it to the table they sat down and watched everyone on the dance floor enjoying themselves, or more specifically, a very embarrassed hanyō finally making a move on the love of his life.

"I'm glad InuYasha's finally growing a pair. It took me forever to find that dress. Not to mention I used every trick in the big book of demon slayer to appeal to his demonic heritage. Geez, I'm starting to feel like a fairy godmother here." She sighed and placed her head in her hand. She continued to watch the half demon place his hands on his partner's hips and begin a slow and steady rhythm.

"He did need that ever so subtle push. They do make a wonderful couple. Although I must say that it astounds me that InuYasha is unaware of Lady Kagome's feelings for him."

"It's the same with Kagome, she has no idea." This was starting to sound like her love life. She genuinely loved Miroku, she really did, but he was such a pervert that is just didn't seem to be worth the risk. Maybe she should take Kagome's advice. Maybe he was worth the risk.

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Here's the link to see Kagome's dress. (I just googled little red dresses and this came up. I do not actually wear such attire.)

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