"…Kagome?" a surprised yet concerned voice chimed as a brown-haired woman stepped out from the room across from her.
"Oh, Sango," Kagome said in acknowledgement of her roommate as she moved to stand. "Sorry, I didn't know you were back yet."
The disquieted sigh that came from Kagome as she stood did not escape her perceptive friend's notice.
"Is everything alright, Kagome…?" Sango asked in concern. "Did something happen between you and Sesshomaru?"
Up until this point, Kagome had told her everything that had happened between her and the charming yet cold daiyoukai. The latest news from her raven-haired friend concerning Sesshomaru was that he had in fact offered to drive her home. Sango guessed that must have had something to do with her current effort to hide her frustration – which, unfortunately, was still blatantly obvious.
Kagome shrugged as Sango flipped on the light switch. After heading for the couch, she sighed as her friend plopped down beside her, ready to listen.
"You were right, Sango," Kagome admitted as she pulled her legs into a crisscross position. "I shouldn't have gone out with him in the first place." She laughed half-heartedly. "He really is as conceited as they say."
"Oh," Sango groaned. "What did he say this time?"
Kagome scoffed, resting her head in her palm, "That I was deliberately playing hard to get."
Sango sighed resignedly. "Well, if it makes you feel any better," she consoled, "he didn't seem all too bad when he was with you. I expected worse."
"The funny thing is, I thought so too," Kagome confessed, her eyes drifting off towards the glass window past Sango.
"…Don't tell me you actually started liking the guy!"
Kagome grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her. Folding her arms, she looked away, hiding the faint blush that had crept onto her cheeks. "No, it's not like that. I guess I'm just a little… disappointed, is all."
That elicited a small giggle from her friend. "Call it what you will, Kagome."
"It's true," Kagome insisted with a frown. "I don't know, sometimes he just seemed so… genuine. Well, past that arrogant front of his, I mean."
Sango looked at her in sympathy, the humor of the conversation having faded.
Then came a simple knock on the door.