Chapter II : Details


"KAGOME! What happened in there?"Sango asked, rushing out of the libraries revolving door entrance. I was sitting on one of the many grey concrete steps staring at the black business card with metallic silver lettering in my hand.

"Would you consider going on a date with my future possible boss an ethical question?" I asked Sango as she plopped herself next to me. Sango blinked once and then peered over my shoulder to take a look at the card.

"Kouga Matsuno, the model guy? How'd you meet him?" she asked while taking the card into her hands and flipping it around.

"Well you see, he was the guy who carried me outside of the library in his arms after I practically tackled him and knocked over a quarter of the library's books," I replied while burying my face in my hands. Just reminiscing about the incident made my face turn cherry red, and that look never did suit me.

"Hmm. Well in that case, no," Sango replied and handed the card back to me.

"No? Why?" I asked and placed the card inside my dark brown faux leather jackets' front pocket. Sango raised herself up and held out her hand. I grabbed unto it and slowly pulled myself off of the step.

"Because after a humiliating experience like that, it's the least you can do for the poor guy," she stated. I stood there for a second and tried to come up with a good counter remark, but failed. Then I brushed off some non-existent dirt off of my shoulder and began to walk towards Sango's car, the silver Ford Fusion.

Although I attempted to go for the whole "going-green" trend for the betterment of our environment, I'd only been able to grasp the concept while Sango had managed to master it.

This meant that our apartment was filled with fluorescent bulbs, low-flow shower heads, hot-water recirculation pumps; our walls were colored with Horizon Interior Zero VOC paint, tons of DIY home decorations, and so on.

So once we arrived at the quaint apartment building in the north side of Tokyo I prepared myself for the overwhelming feeling of cleanliness. No one truly understands what it's like to live in a completely environmental-friendly home until they've done it themselves.

As soon as I opened the burgundy apartment door I was assaulted with the smell of oranges.

"Sango…one day…just one…will you take it easy on the food decorations?" I scrunched up my nose for about the millionth time.

"No. I found this apartment, I'm paying for more than half the rent since you're jobless, and I love decorating," Sango replied while laying her purse along the kitchen countertop. The apartment itself was small, but because of Sango's impeccable taste you couldn't really tell.

As soon as you entered the apartment your eyes were drawn to the lightly orange colored walls, only for them to land upon a set of three original hand-painted oil paintings of Tokyo in black and white. Just a little below the paintings was the deep purple flared-arm sofa and lying in front was a large black rekindle coffee table.

It was cozy but trendy. It was fierce but cute. It was Sango and me.

"What do you want for dinner?" Sango called out from the kitchen. I sank into the purple sofa and sighed before calling out, "What've we got?"

Silence was my only reply and I within seconds I already knew the answer. "Noooo," I whined and shoved myself a little deeper into the couch.

"It's your turn!" Sango sang and tossed the keys into my lap. I groaned and slowly pushed myself off the wonderful, fluffy, amazing couch. "See you soon!" Sango called out as I closed the apartment door behind me. This is so not fair.


"Food. I love food. It's good food. Food," I sang to myself while pushing the kart through the supermarket's pasta aisle. I was in the mood for some pasta! Although I didn't have Sango's exquisite taste in furnishings, I could whoop anyone's butt in food preparation; and really, that's all that truly matters.

A small chuckle caught my ears.

I peered over my shoulder and saw a man with long white hair wearing a woven black and red plaid shirt unbuttoned with a white and black striped t-shirt that had some sort of instrument graphic in the center. He paired off the look with some indigo straight jeans and a pair of black converse.

I blinked and noticed he had small pointed ears almost blended in at the top of his dead. Of course, a demon.

"Umm…Hi," I said and turned myself around. My heart stopped and took a plunge. This wasn't just any demon, it was Inuyasha; my ex who I'd performed countless explicit acts on only to have him dump me for my cousin – who he had dated before me but still! It's the principle of the matter!

He also seemed shocked to see me and instead of replying he brusquely walked straight ahead. His ears had shoved themselves down as he plunged on through the crowd of cart people ahead of the aisle. I stood in the aisle and blinked once again. Did that just really happen?

My next action was obvious. I whipped out my phone and hit the speed dial.

"What's up?" Sango answered.

"He was here. He was behind me. I was singing a food song and I heard someone laugh, so I turned around and it was him. He saw me…and after I said hi he walked away. Like seriously, put his head down and pushed past people to get away from me. He walked away," I murmured in a low voice.

So maybe I wasn't completely over the situation. I was possibly still recovering even though months had passed by. Maybe.

"What a rude sonofa----"

"KAGOME shut up," she cut in and I grasped the cart in order to calm down.

We spent months together! He didn't even acknowledge me! He laughed at me, saw me right in front of him, and didn't say anything! Nothing! He even had a better wardrobe! What happened? He's engaged to my cousin! He didn't say anything!

I'M PISSED!

"Now finish up the shopping because I'm waiting," Sango clipped out before hanging up. I snapped my phone shut and began shopping with a new vigor.

Walk past me, will he? I'm wanted. I'm adored! People love me! The nerve of him. All happy and shit just because he's all engaged to my family member. Oh the joy!

Well you know what? I can date too. I can be happy. I'm not going to get engaged because I'm sane and realize that 19 is a really stupid age to get engaged at. Not stupid. He's stupid. I could go out tonight! I could party it up! I could meet someone!

"I already have!" I muttered as I slammed a meat packet into my cart. I wheeled my cart through another aisle and a small child cried when she looked up at me. Now children cry. They used to smile! They loved me too! Now they've left me! Now they'll move right on. Maybe they'll go to my cousin! Ha!

I'M SO PISSED!

I abruptly stopped the cart and reached into my jackets' pocket. It was still there. I whipped out the business card and my phone.

"Hello? This is Kagome Higurashi," I said in my sugar voice. No one could ever deny the sugar voice – not since elementary school.

"Kagome? The girl who managed to get me kicked out of a public library about an hour ago?" Kouga relied and I blushed. So maybe I was rushing this a bit…but you only live once, right?

"Y-yeah! So I looked at my schedule and I'm available for a dinner date tonight, is that alright with you?" I almost pleaded in the sugar voice. No one can deny this baby and I know it'll work this time. He laughed.

"Well it's nice to meet a woman who knows what she wants! Tonight sounds great, how's nine o' clock sound?" he asked and I grinned. See, it always works.

"Sounds perfect! So I'll meet you at…" I left the sentence hanging waiting for an answer. He hummed for a bit and gave it to me.

"I'll pick you up. Where do you live?" he asked and I quickly gave him an address along with alternative routes, just in case. We finished out the details and I hung up feeling great. See I am wanted around here. Stupid people shouldn't bother me.

I forgive Inuyasha for brushing me aside as though I were nothing. Admittedly I am nothing to him now, so why should he react any differently. He's not capable of reacting with maturity anyway.

I let out a quick sigh and moved on through the supermarket in search of garlic bread. Tonight we will feast! So I won't eat that much at the restaurant.


"Strapless floral dress?"

"No."

"Sequin tube dress?"

"Get some sleeves."

"The mardin mini!"

"I think we have a winner!"

"Really?"

"No."

It took about two hours with Sango's lovely advice, but we finally decided on the metallic beaded halter dress that had a spread out black and white leopard print on it. It showed off my amazing shoulders, and accentuated the necessary areas while remaining elusive. Plus it was little more than casual so if we went anywhere unbelievably out there I'd be okay.

I paired off the dress with silver cage heels and a few glittering bracelets plus a pair of glittering studs. My hair was let loose and straightened with super shine serum spread throughout. I looked killer. I was ready.

"I'm so not ready. I don't even know this guy! What was I thinking? He could be a serial killer! But he had an impressive business card. Oh my gosh Sango. I look like his business card!" I shouted realizing my unbelievable mistake.

"He won't notice. He's a guy. He'll notice your looks and not even think about the business card. You look great. You are ready. You are -"

She was cut off by the sound of a doorbell ringing. I tensed up and Sango hit me on my shoulders.

"Ow!"

"Breathe. Get your coat. Let's go. He's waiting," she said and shoved me towards the door. I turned the knob just as she walked away and opened it wide.

"Hey," Kouga said and smiled. Those blue eyes make me feel so much better.

"Ready?" I grinned and close the door behind me while putting on my coat.

"Been waiting all day," I replied and walked next to him down the stairs towards the parking lot. His car was, of course, an Audi R8. All show.

The drive to the restaurant was pretty quiet and didn't last long but I did take the time to appreciate his wardrobe change. He was now wearing dark denim, a satin striped black vest, a black cotton t-shirt, black combat boots, and a black zip twill blazer. Understated yet alluring. I liked it.

We walked to a quaint little restaurant with a pink canopy head at the entrance. I smiled as he opened the glass doors for me and breezed inside. The inner waiting room was covered in carpeted ruby colored walls and black and white marbled floors. The women at the white podium took one look at Kouga and ushered us in.

She seated us at a small round table draped in white by the window and the waiter that came by just two seconds later lit up a black candle in a crystal holder and placed it on the center. He looked at Kouga who merely nodded and whisked away.

"Do I get to order?" I asked Kouga and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled and grasped one of my hands.

"You don't need to hassle yourself with orders Kagome! I can take care of everything for you," he said and a huge grin lit up his face. I was stunned for a second but quickly recovered.

"I'm sure I can handle ordering Kouga, but thank you for the gesture," I said and attempted to remove my hand from his grasp, but his other hand appeared and created a cup around mine. I was stuck.

"Nonsense Kagome! I'll take care of everything for the woman I love!" he shouted and I stiffened.

"W-what?"