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Wrong Number Text

Part 8


While Kagome and Sango returned to being girls across town by doing girl things (you know, like pillow fights, painting each other's nails, and gossiping, stuff like that), Miroku and Inuyasha remained in the antiques shop, hanging out. You know, in a manly way, talking about manly things. (Girls, cars, blood, and guts...)

Okay, they were talking about girls. Well, one girl.

"Inuyasha," Miroku was saying in a tired voice, rubbing his eyes. He was behind the counter still, a dust rag in one hand. He'd been moving it in circles in the same spot for forty-five minutes. Inuyasha was starting to suspect that he was only pretending to clean. "I'm going to say this one more time: there are probably millions of girls in Japan whose first name starts with 'K.' For example, you moron, your own ex-girlfriend, Kikyou."

"I know that," Inuyasha snapped back. "But, I just, I mean..." The more frustrated he got, the harder he found it to talk, especially with Miroku staring at him like he was an idiot. "Text Girl told me that she was in high school, and you told me that the first time Sango and Kagome came in here, they were wearing school uniforms. I remember, because you told me every single detail down to the exact number of inches, by the quarter-inch, their skirts were above their knees."

Miroku smiled fondly at the memory, and his eyes started to glaze over before Inuyasha snapped— rudely— in front of his nose to regain his attention.

"And, you said you sold your cell phone for some extra cash to the store next door, and Kagome obviously comes to this part of town."

Miroku breathed in deeply and leaned on the counter, adopting the most serious face he had in his arsenal; he even began stroking his chin and making quiet "Hmmm..."ing noises as if he was pondering Inuyasha's detective work very hard. "I agree that it's possible, but you have to admit, not only are there thousands of candidates that fit the profile of your new texting friend— young, female, schoolgirl— in Tokyo alone, but that's also assuming she's telling the truth. For all you know, she's really a fifty-year old sumo wrestler who is texting you from his mother's basement."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair roughly, leaving his bangs looking ruffled, which matched the frustrated, angry look on his face. "She sounds like a high school girl."

"And you sound mildly intelligent, but we both know you're just really good at faking it." Automatically, Miroku ducked down, feeling Inuyasha's fist fly over his head. When he stood back up, his eyes were lit up with laughter. "I think you just want it to be Kagome, because you have a little crush."

"I met the girl once. I'm just trying to be realistic here."

"Well, you can't approach this like you did Kikyou. You were friends with her for months before finally manning up and asking her out."

"Yeah, look at how that turned out..." Inuyasha said miserably (and angrily, but he seemed to do everything at least a little angrily lately).

Miroku shook his head, tutting like a scolding mother. "Exactly. She was class president every year, she never had a hair out of place, and I've seen her smile maybe once in the two years you were dating her. You should have seen it crashing and burning."

Inuyasha waved a hand vaguely. "That wasn't my fault. She was nuts."

"She wasn't nuts!" Miroku scolded, struggling for words. "She was... uh..."

"Nuts?"

"A little controlling," Miroku finally settled on, trying to be fair even though he had never been Kikyou's number one fan. In fact, she was probably the only woman in the world that he had never, not even once, imagined groping.

"And a little nuts."

"Fine," Miroku said. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling but admitted defeat. "Maybe a little nuts. But I blame you for that. You're even making me crazy."

"You were that way when I found you," Inuyasha shot back. "Anyway, I actually hope Kagome's not the girl I've been texting."

"Why not?" Miroku asked, raising his eyebrows. "Even before you and Kikyou finally ended things, you were enjoying talking to that girl. I mean, it was kind of weird. You hardly say anything at all if you can help it. In fact, you're almost as bad at conversation as Sesshoumaru, and he does most of his talking with his expressionless face. And here you are, constantly texting. You don't even like texting! It's too much like work. And you have trouble being witty or smart with limited words, not to mention a tiny little screen. So why on Earth would you not want that extremely sweet, attractive Kagome to be the girl you've been spending so much time on for the past two weeks."

Inuyasha was actually silent for a moment. "She..."

"Kagome or Text Girl?"

"Text Girl."

"Go on..."

"She... knows things," Inuyasha admitted.

Miroku chuckled. "Now, Inuyasha," he admonished, "you should know better than to tell secrets to strangers. That is a very dangerous and naive thing to do. Now, for the sake of my curiosity, what did you tell her?"

"I don't know. Things."

"Like what?"

"Like..." Inuyasha seemed to sag a little in defeat. "I don't know. I believe in unicorns?"