Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.


"So, what happened last night?" Kagome asked as she came up to me behind the counter of Wacky Video. I stiffened. Honestly, I tried my hardest to erase it from my mind of what happened, but considering it was only about 12 hours since it happened, I couldn't forget it. Especially of how his lips felt on mine in that one moment in time….

"Nothing." I replied bluntly to my friend. I looked down at what she brought to the counter to rent. She had brought 'The Princess Bride.'

"How many times have you watched this, Kagome?" I asked her to change her train of thought.

"Oh, you know how I love it. Its hilarious-" She blinked. "Hey! Don't change the subject." She quirked her eyebrow at me.

Crap. She caught me in the act once again. She was still looking me dead in the eye. I had to give her something about last night. She wouldn't stop until I told her some juicy gossip. I was hesitant, because I didn't want her telling my business to others. She usually always, always told one other person. It was impossible for her to keep a secret.

"I walked in and I didn't see him, and left." Okay, so that was a lie. I had to get her off my back about this, or she would overreact about this. I was on the job after all, and I couldn't have her drawing attention to me. My manager is always so organized about this business, as if renting movies is something very professional.

"Hmm…." She hummed to herself. She could tell I was leaving something out. I ran up the price for the old movie.

"50 yen."

She handed me the money slyly, and I opened the register to put it in it. I slammed the register drawer closed. "I might call you tonight." I told her. She took the movie with a smirk and headed for the door. "Next." I called for the next customer.


Once I got home for work, I walked tiredly to my bed, and slumped down on it on my stomach. My pocket vibrated. I reached down into my jeans' pocket and pulled it out and flipped it open.

"Kagome?" I said groggily.

I heard a masculine laugh. It wasn't Kagome. I bolted up from my bed, forgetting how tired my body was. It was only 10 o'clock, but I had a hard day with my manager. He kept telling me I was greeting our costumers wrong, and they wouldn't come back to the video store. He said he would make sure it came out of my paycheck. My slightly blood-shot eyes widened.

"Who is this?" I asked into the phone.

"Miroku." His said his name in such an alluring, sexy way.

I was stunned. Who gave him my number? I quickly checked off a list in my head who actually knew my number. But it wasn't really a list, there's only one person other than my family who call me. Kagome. Oh, I'd get her at school in the morning. How dare she give him my number so he would harass me?

"Why are you calling?" I asked him after I cleared my throat, trying to get some nerve to form the words on my lips.

"I wanted to apologize for last night." He replied in the most sincere voice, but I wouldn't fall for it.

"Oh?" I asked mockingly.

"And I want to make up for it." He said.

"How?" I wanted to know.

"A date tomorrow at 7 o'clock." He said it so simply, as if it were an everyday thing. But of course, this was Miroku. He must have had a date every day after school. He knew more than a thing or two about girls and dates. He knew what women wanted. Darn him.

I fell back onto my bed, and put my forearm over my forehead. I sighed. I hadn't been on a date in a long time. And there isn't anything more than I would like if I guy just randomly spun one on me in the middle of the night with a phone call. I liked things spontaneous like that. However, I didn't want the reputation of being one of Miroku's love sick puppies. Usually, when you like a guy, and he asks you on a date, you'd say yes. But I wasn't that girl. I'd continue to play hard to get. He had to do more than just call me up for a date.

"You're forgetting something though, I never said I'd go on a date with you." It took all the strength I could muster to decline the offer, but I did it, somehow.

He was silent for a moment. He wasn't used to girls letting him down. "I… I see, then." He said silently, obviously very disappointed.

We were both silent then. I could hear his steady breath on the phone, and it sent chills down my spine. I'm sure he could hear my heavy breathing a well, and, hopefully, he couldn't hear my pounding heart beating against my ribs. The sound of my heart echoed in my ears, and the silence was driving me insane. I had to say something, this was getting ridiculous.

"Well, I've got to go to bed now, so-" He cut me off.

"Will you at least, see me after school tomorrow?" He said quickly.

I have to admit, I really liked his persistence to see me. I was feeling very flattered. I smiled under my flushed cheeks. "Ok…" I tried to sound annoyed. I faked a sigh. "Where?"

"Just outside the gym." He replied softly.

"See you, then." I said, still trying to sound annoyed. I only hope he couldn't tell I was playing hard to get.

"Bye." He said farewell, and I closed my flip phone.

I laid there in the bed staring at the phone after I hung up. Thinking about the things I had said to him. I adjusted my pillow and rolled onto my side and smiled as I turned off the lamp light on my night stand. I'd wonder what tomorrow would bring.