Chapter ten, up as promised! I hope you like this chapter! I really, really, loved writing it! Well, yeah, here we go... the disclaimer right? Right... 'kay... I got this...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, okay, I don't own anything in this story except for the plot.

One, two, three, action!

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Chapter ten - Let the games begin!

Kagome opened the door to the bathroom, expecting to see Inuyasha, angry and complaining that she had taken way to long in the bathroom, or maybe to see him asleep from sheer boredom, something along the lines of that.

But, what she saw, she had to admit, had to be the cutest thing she had ever seen in her whole entire, twenty year old life.

There was Inuyasha, holding a brown brownie looking type, hopefully edible item, while staring at the TV Completely ordinary, except for one thing.

He was covered in flour and had dots of brown mix all over him. Kagome broke down into a fit of giggles. He looked just like a curious little puppy dog, who had just been given it's first treat ever, and then it had ran out into the snow and mud.

Inuyasha's ears twitched and he took his attention away from the television screen to the girl who had collapsed to the floor, tears from laughing so hard stinging her eyes.

"Kagome? Are you all right?" He asked, standing up and making his way over to her in an, what seemed like, orderly fashion, before kneeling down next to her. Kagome looked up at him to see his face, he truly did look like a puppy that way, it was adorable, no other way to put it.

"Who's trash did you go through to find that ... lopsided brownie, Inuyasha?" Kagome eventually asked him, when she could find her voice. Inuyasha blink, and looked at the brownie, he had completely forgotten about it.

"Hey! I didn't 'go through someone's trash to find it! I made it! You were taking so long to take your bath, that I had enough time to go online, get a recipe, drive to the store and get the needed ingredients, and bake the brownies, let them cool, all before you got out! I'm surprised you didn't turn into a prune, being in there for so long!" Inuyasha defended, explaining, in order, everything he had done while she bathed.

Kagome blinked in surprise. "The fact that I was in there that long doesn't surprise me as much as you baking does." She said truthfully.

"I can cook!" He defended, pouting slightly.

Kagome rolled her eyes. She stood up and entered the bathroom once again, and came back out with a wet, and dry, wash cloth.

"Come here. You look like you purposely made a mess of yourself! Did you look in the mirror, yet?" She said, motioning for him to come to her.

"Well, I would have, if someone wasn't in the bathroom for two hours!" Inuyasha said accusingly. Kagome gently grabbed his chin, and tilted his head up slightly, to get a better view of the mess he had got himself into by baking brownies. She took the wet cloth, brushing his bangs out of his face, and, starting at his forehead, began to wash his face, moving in small circular motions.

Inuyasha tried to protest, saying he could clean himself, but she hushed him. So, he just stood there and let her wash his face. It was a bit embarrassing. He could take care of himself, but no, Kagome had to be the hero when it came to this matter, didn't she?

"Close your eyes, I don't want to get soap in your eyes." She ordered. Instead of closing them, they got wide.

"There's soap on that?!" He exclaimed. Kagome gave him a 'yes, you idiot.' look.

"Of course there is! Now close your eyes!" She ordered again. Inuyasha squirmed away from her, shaking his mass of silver hair.

"No! I hate soap on my face! It bothers me! And burns!" He declared, crossing his arms defensively. Kagome let out an exasperated sigh.

"Inuyasha! You're a mess! Let me finish, I promise I won't get soap in your eyes, besides, if you leave the soap that's on there now, on long enough to dry, it'll burn really badly, now come here!" Kagome said.

"No!" Inuyasha stated stubbornly.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome complained.

"No." He shook his head, and turned his back to her. It was bad enough that she was cleaning his face for him, but now, she practically wanted to give him a bath. Not happening!

"Inuyasha ... please? You know I won't do anything." Kagome cooed in a soft voice. Inuyasha forced himself not to turn around. Her voice was so soft, it was alluring. It took everything in his will power to not give in.

"No, I'll do it, give me the rag." He declared, turning back to face her, stretching out an arm toward the cloth, but not letting the rest of his body go any closer.

"No, let me do it." Kagome insisted, taking a step closer. He stepped back. Closer, back, closer, back, closer, back, closer, back, closer, back, closer--

He came back to back with the wall. Luck wasn't on his side.

Kagome smirked. She won, if he wasn't stopped by the wall, she could always 'sit' him and then clean him up, but this seemed like more fun.

She took a step closer. Inuyasha growled. "No!" He yelled, and he began to run around the dorm.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled as well, before beginning to chase after the stubborn boy. A series of 'No's and 'Inuyasha's rang throughout the dorm loudly, echoing off the walls.

Inuyasha wondered why she hadn't sat him yet. He knew just as well as she did that she had the upper hand at this. The war was over before it even began. And he was the loser. She was the winner.

Kagome would have sat him, but she was having too much fun, that her brain completely lost all thoughts of the word 'sit' and what effects it had on Inuyasha. So, she just didn't use it, out of complete, temporary amnesia of the word.

The 'game' went on for about ten minutes, before Kagome had to take a seat on the couch, exhausted, it had been a long day, she was surprised she had lasted that long at chasing him, just to clean his face. In fact, it was just a simple game of tag now, she had dropped the wet, and dry, cloths a while back, and forgot about them. What was left of the flour that had been on Inuyasha's face had found it's way off, and now blended in with whatever it had landed on, as a piece of dust, so, his face was practically cleaned now, even if it wasn't.

"Tired, already?" Inuyasha taunted. He was leaning against the wall across from the couch. Kagome glared at him.

"Shut up. Bring me a brownie, will you? I want to taste your masterpiece." Kagome asked, pointing to the bowl of brownies on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know id I should, you've been a very bad girl." Inuyasha pondered playfully out loud, before making his way into the kitchen and grabbing the requested item for the girl on the couch.

"Me? The bad one? You're the one who peaked on me while I was bathing!" Kagome defended as Inuyasha went to hand her the food. At her sentence, he pulled the item out of her reach, like a dog chasing it's tail, it never could catch it.

"I did not 'peak' on you, not on purpose at least! I was looking for you, I didn't hear water, or you, for that matter, so I thought it was safe!" Inuyasha informed. Kagome growled.

"Whatever! Give me the darn brownie!" She exclaimed. Inuyasha smirked, and knelt down so that he was right in front of her, then, took a large bite of the food.

"Nope, I made it, it's mine!" He teased, waving the half bitten brownie in front of her.

"Inuyasha! Let me have the rest, please?" Kagome whined, making the puppy dog face, which he had to force himself not give in to, just like her soft voice.

"Why should I?" He asked. He laid back onto the floor, holding the chocolate item in the air.

"Because I said please?" Kagome tried. Inuyasha chuckled.

"You're going to have to try harder than that, Ka-go-me." He said, dragging out her name. Kagome glared at him.

"Yes. That's my name. I am Kagome. And as Kagome, I here by--" Kagome began, but she stopped herself, a sly smile playing with her lips. She slid down onto the floor and made her way to his side. Leaning over so that her head was above his, her dark hair falling around her face, some of it getting mixed in with his silver strands, some of it brushing against his face.

She leaned down so that her mouth was right next to his ear. Inuyasha was startled, nervous really, at how close the two were.

"I here by ... sit you." Kagome finished her sentence in a whisper. At the word 'sit' Inuyasha's whole body hit the floor, which he was already lying on, causing it to ache.

In the process he had let go of the brownie, which flew into the air. Kagome leaned back into a criss-cross-apple-sauce position, and caught the brownie with ease. As Inuyasha recovered, she took a bite out of the brownie, savoring the taste.

Inuyasha growled. "You could have gotten your own, you know. I made more than one." He stated.

Kagome smiled at him innocently. "I know, but this way was funny, don't you think?" She said, finishing the half-brownie, and licking her fingers hungrily.

"No comment." He replied.

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"And that's all there is to it." Miroku stated as he leaned back onto the couch. He had his laptop in his lap, and had just finished showing Sango, who was sitting right next to him -- literally, right next to him -- with one hand on his upper leg, leaning so she could get a better look at the screen, causing her head to be about four inches away from him, her hair tickling his neck slightly, the different ways they could concoct the song of politics that Sango needed to study with.

"That's it?" She asked. The directions were quite simple. If she had the program on her laptop, she could have done it in one night, easy.

"Yup, that's all. We can either start right now, or wait until tomorrow, it's up to you." Miroku said, closing the laptop, after putting it on hold. Their position hadn't gone unnoticed by either of them, they were quite close. The kiss from a few hours earlier lingered on both of the pupils' minds, but they didn't bring it up. Ever since it had happened, time had slowed down to a snails' pace for them. Everything seemed like it was going by at a centimeter per hour, but it was really going thirty miles per hour, they just couldn't keep track of the time.

"We can wait, I mean, I don't want to bother you or anything, if you have plans, I mean..." Sango answered. She shut her mouth before something completely incomprehensible came out, she couldn't talk right at the moment.

Miroku chuckled. "I don't believe I have any plans, whenever is most convenient for you, Sango." He replied, smiling lightly. Sango nodded, but didn't say anything. She looked away, trying to find something to look at besides him.

A silence passed. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either. It was somewhere in between likable and a silence you would dread.

"Thank you..." Sango finally said, breaking the silence into a thousand pieces. She tucked her legs up under her chin to hide her red face.

"For what?" Miroku asked, looking at her. He realized she wouldn't look at him, and then noticed her flustered face. It wasn't often that Sango thanked anyone, unless it was completely necessary. She was more of a person who you knew not to expect a 'thank you' from.

"For everything. For helping me with my studying, for always being there for me when I need it, for being a great best friend, for--" She began, but stopped herself at what she was about to say. Her face became a deeper shade of red, and she turned her head so that he hair was covering her face so he couldn't see the small, shy smile that was now occupying her lips.

"For...?" He pushed. He knew that she had stopped for a reason, and it was either embarrassing, or she just was stalling, looking for the right words, or maybe, both.

"Nothing, never mind, but really, thank you." She said quickly, brushing her hair away from her face and smiling at him, despite the heat that was rising to her face.

He smiled back. "Don't mention it." He said, letting it go. What she had told him was enough to satisfy his curiosity ... for now.

An idea popped into his head. It would be easy to get what she was about to say out of her, she was ticklish...

Sango reached for the remote, just as she would if it was in her own dorm. But, Miroku caught her wrist gently before she could complete her task.

"Miroku--?" She asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as she looked down at their hands.

"Sango..." He purred in response. He scooted closer so that the heat from her face could be felt on his. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat.

'Gosh, he's close ... what is he doing?' She thought frantically. Her mind began to race just as fast as her heart was at the moment, trying to figure out what he had planned.

"Tell me, tell me what you were going to say." He murmured. He had a pretty good thought at what it would have been if she had finished, but he wanted to clarify his suspicion.

"Miroku! I told you ... it's... not important..." Sango breathed out in a whisper as he got even closer. She swore she was going to burst into flames very soon.

"Nonsense. Anything that comes out of your mouth is important. Now tell, me, or I will have to make you tell me." Miroku said. Sango closed her eyes, to rid her of those violet orbs that were taunting her, that were glittering with playfulness, and the same orbs that were full of determination to get the information out and into the open.

"No, it's not important, forget I ever said it, okay...?" She replied. She heard him chuckle, and curiosity got the best of her, causing her to open her eyes to see what he was laughing at.

She found herself staring back into those violet eyes of his again, a sly grin was plastered on his face. His breath tickled her lips now. She could hear her heart beat beating rapidly in her chest as she took short breaths.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Miroku whispered. Sango gave him a questioning look, and before she could say anything, she felt one of his hands holding onto the side of her stomach, the other still holding her wrist. Her eyes widened.

"Mir-- Miroku?" She whispered back, gulping. She felt his hand begin to lightly crawl back and forth on her side. She bit back a giggle as he started to tickle her. His other hand left her hand and began to do the same to her left side as his other hand was doing to her right.

Realization dawned on her. He was going to tickle the 'secret' out of her. Oh, this was bad for Sango, very, very bad.

She squirmed slightly as his right hand brushed against the middle of her flat stomach. Her most ticklish spot.

Miroku raised his eyebrows, and poked her right below the belly button, erupting a small girlish giggle from Sango. His smile widened as he repeated the action, getting the same reaction.

"Ticklish, eh?" He teased, poking her with both of his index fingers. Sango clasped one of her hands over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, while she used the other to try and stop him from continuing, but Miroku just grabbed the offending hand and used his free one to continue.

"S-Stop!" She managed to say as he began to use all of his fingers to poke her. She couldn't stop herself from laughing now.

"Tell me! And then I will." Miroku said. Sango shook her head because she was too busy laughing to say a 'no.' So, Miroku kept on torturing her.

This went on for a few minutes before Sango felt like she was going to die from laughing so much. By now, she was lying on her back, her legs bent up, her hands trying desperately to grab Miroku's and stop him, without much success. Miroku was over top over her, one hand poking her stomach, the other crawling down her bare leg, since she had on a simple pair of night shorts.

"O-Okay. I give!" Sango exclaimed. Miroku stopped, but kept the position, just in case she didn't keep her word.

"Then, tell me, I'm waiting." He replied. Sango caught her breath, and her face gained the previously red tint, from, not only their closeness, but from what she had to tell him, or she was going to die from his tickling.

"Uhh..." She tried to begin, but couldn't manage to get it out.

"Here, I'll start the sentence, 'Thank you for--'" Miroku said, helping her out a bit. Sango gulped.

"Thank you for ... for ... for..." Sango tried again, but couldn't say it. How was she supposed to thank him for that?

Miroku leaned down so that his face was now a mere two inches from hers. He stared into her eyes intensely, smirking in satisfaction. Sango realized that he had her right where he wanted her.

"For...?" He urged her to continue. Sango licked her dry lips, the same ones that he had placed his lips on not that long ago.

"Giving me ... one of the most greatest nights ... ever ... and..." Sango finally managed to say, the glint in his eyes sparkling even more at her words as his smirk grew.

"And?" Miroku questioned. He was making this so hard for her. He was so close, she felt so vulnerable, so weak, especially under that stare.

"For giving me ... something that I..." She started, closing her eyes as she took in everything that was happening. "Can't get back, and don't want back, because I'm glad it happened..."

"Which is...?" Miroku pushed her on even further, even though he already knew the answer. Sango reopened her eyes to stare back into his.

"My..." She said, but her voice caught in her throat, restricting her to say the rest.

"First kiss." Miroku finished for her. Her face felt like it was on fire now. He knew what she was planning on saying earlier, he got what he wanted...

"You're welcome, Sango." He whispered. He closed the distance in between them, pressing his lips against hers, just as he had done earlier. This time, Sango had enough sense, and kissed back.

Miroku pulled away, and let his mouth drop to right next to her ear. "That, was your goodnight kiss." He whispered. Before Sango could say anything, her let himself off of her, and was at the end of the hallway. "Night, Sango." He called to her, before walking to his room.

Sango sighed contentedly. But now, that he had stolen two kisses from her, even if she had responded to the second one...

She had to steal two back.

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Dudes! People! I love it! It's soooo cute, if you say otherwise, don't. Just, don't. I love this chapter, just plain out love it!!

Will Kagome ever kiss Inuyasha? Will Sango steal both her kisses back? Who knows? I do! And I'm not tellin' ya:-P

Well, tell me what ya think, and review!

--Ponystripes