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The cold breeze blew around Kagome as she trudged up the street, her arms wrapped around her shivering body. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't until she was a good distance away from Inuyasha's apartment that she realized she had left her jacket.

"Mou, it was a nice jacket too," she chided herself, shaking her head.

After running out of the strange man's apartment, she had found herself in the nicer part of the city, close to the club she had been last night. Dazed and still slightly bewildered, she had received more than one curious look from the people on the street as she rushed from the apartment building, clutching her purse and panting wildly, her clothes askew.

The long walk home did nothing to settle her poor nerves. With each passing street she prayed no one would recognize her, especially in last night's attire. The sparkly blue blouse and skin-tight black pants were obviously drawing unwanted attention and looked out of place among the jacket-laden crowds walking around her.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking in the mid-February cold, she smiled with relief as she spotted her own apartment complex. Granted, it was much smaller and more homely than the one she had just come from, but there were no devilishly handsome demon men walking around naked in her room.

Fumbling around her pocket for her key, she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her old high school friend, the warmth from inside enveloping her. Grunting, she kicked off her shoes and headed straight for the bathroom, almost completely ignoring the perplexed woman that came around the corner.

"Kagome! Where have you been?! I've been calling you since—"

Kagome held up a weary hand. "Bath first. Talk later." She purposely kept her head down, knowing that her worried roommate's expression would only make her more uncomfortable than she already was. "I promise I'll tell you everything later."

Shutting the door behind her, Kagome ran the hottest bath her skin could stand. She shed her clothes, and with one quick move she was in the water, sighing as it worked against her aching muscles.

Leaning back, she watched the steam swirl above her, thick and heavy, and couldn't help but compare it to the fog of memories in her mind.

What the hell happened last night?

She had avoided thinking about the events of that morning as she walked home, and for good reason. Kagome knew she was at the club for her friend Eri's 25th birthday. More of a homebody, she was reluctant to attend, but Sango persuaded her to go last minute. The party was held at the Shikon Disco, an unusual club known for it's purple strobe lights and exotic dancers in the richer part of the city. She could only remember being slightly uncomfortable as she watched her friend take belly button shots off a half-naked man.

The events after that were a blur. Kagome remembered drinking, but didn't know what she drank. She had accepted a few shots from Eri's male friends, but couldn't remember their faces. She also remembered having a rather unattractive stripper rub himself against her, but that was something she did not want to remember.

"Kagome? Kagome, I made cookies."

When her roommate baked, it only meant one thing—Sango was worried. Kagome instantly felt guilty, knowing that she was the source of it. Biting her lip, she decided that maybe talking aloud to her best friend would be more efficient in triggering some memories rather than mentally arguing with herself.

"I'll be out in a minute."

Draining the tub, she reached for her fluffy blue robe and wrapped herself in it. Her hair still dripping, she slipped out of the bathroom and promptly plopped herself on the couch in front of a steaming plate of fresh chocolate chip-oatmeal cookies.

"Yum! My favorite!"

Sango came around the corner with two glasses of milk. "Feel better?"

"Much." Kagome licked the crumbs off her fingers, careful to avoid Sango's steady gaze. Her best friend knew her better than anyone else, and most times it was comforting, but now she felt nothing but pressure. Sango, patient as always, sat in the recliner, drumming her long fingers against the armrest.

"So…about last night," Kagome started, reaching for another cookie. "I bet you're wondering what happened."

"Um, yeah."

Kagome broke the cookie in her hand. "Can you tell me…what exactly…I said when I called you?"

There was no mistaking the surprise in her roommate's voice. "You don't remember?"

"No." Kagome sighed, giving Sango a pitiful face. "No, I don't. I woke up next to some demon guy who wanted to eat me for breakfast, and I didn't know where I was, or how I got there."

Sango cocked an eyebrow. "So you did sleep with him."

"I don't remember!" Kagome threw her hands up in the air. "I think I did? No, I'm sure I did, he showed me the used condoms—"

"Gross! Spare me the details!" Sango stuck her tongue out in disgust. She dug around the couch for her phone. "You didn't actually talk to me last night, you left a voicemail. Here, listen for yourself."

As soon as she pressed the button, a loud, shrill scream pierced the air accompanied with the obvious noise of club music playing in the background. Kagome couldn't help but wince in embarrassment as the scream was no other than her own.

"SANGO! SANGO! PICK UP THE PHONE!"

Kagome buried her face in her palms. "Oh my god."

"Ssh." Sango turned the volume to the maximum.

"SANGO! WHY AREN'T YOU PICKING UP? INU-SEXY, WHAT TIME IS IT?"

"Inu-sexy?" Kagome choked. Sango bit her lip from laughing out loud.

"2 IN THE MORNING? ONLY? THAT'S SO LIKE YOU TO BE ASLEEP SANGO, YOU OLD WOMAN. ANYWAY, I WON'T BE COMING HOME TONIGHT, INU-SEXY IS TAKING ME BACK TO HIS PLACE SO HE CAN—WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU WERE GONNA DO TO ME?—OH, HE SAID HE'S GONNA PUT A LITTLE DEMON IN ME AND SEE IF I LIKE IT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I HOPE HE GETS ME IN BED…HE'S SO FUCKING HOT! G'BYE!"

Kagome stared in quiet horror at her roommate's phone, still trying to register the voicemail. She had no recollection of even using her phone last night, much less leaving a crude—yet blatantly honest—message of that kind.

"So, what Inu-sexy everything you hoped for?"

Kagome gave Sango a withering look. "Shut it. First off, his name is Inuyasha, not Inu-sexy. I can't even imagine how I came up with that name!"

"Well, was he hot?"

She blushed, his piercing golden eyes and perfect physique coming to her mind. His cocky grin from this morning had been ingrained in her memory, and Kagome doubted that any amount of alcohol would ever erase the sight of his muscular, toned…

Sango smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. So what're you beating yourself up for? He was hot, you used protection, you probably had a good time. You're only 24, give yourself a break."

"I guess you're right," Kagome mumbled, biting into another cookie. "I just wish I could remember more things. I mean, really? Who goes to a club and gives out pet names to random strangers?"

"More people than you think," Sango laughed. "What about your phone? Maybe you took some pictures?"

"Good idea!" Reaching over the couch Kagome grabbed her purse, and in one quick flick of the wrist she emptied the contents of her life onto her lap—tampons, chapstick, reward cards, an old school ID, a receipt from the club—but no phone.

"It's not here! Did I leave it at the club? That was a new phone too!"

"Could you have left it at Inu-sexy's house?"

Sango clamped her hands over her ears, laughing as her roommate screamed.


AN: I'm glad to have people reviewing already! Inuyasha will be back in the next chapter, don't you worry!

jinulover: Kagome will be 24 in this story, and Sango and Inuyasha are 26...I'll be revealing more ages as more characters are introduced! And no, this isn't Kagome's first time :)

Please let me know what you think!