Hello everyone! Yes, I am alive and well. I'm sorry for not updating in so long. It's the end of the school year and finals and state tests and blah blah blah. Anyway, basically, it's been hell the last couple of weeks so it's been hard to try and keep up with this. Well, I guess you wanna read the damn thing already. Lol, please, enjoy!

Previously on "The Project":

"Bye, Kagome," Inu-yasha called with a wave. She threw one last smile at him before walking inside the mall with Yura.

As soon as the two girls were inside and saw Inu-yasha's silver car speed off, Yura stopped in her tracks and said, "Kikyo, you have some serious explaining to do. Why did he call you 'Kagome'?"

"Kagome" smirked villainously and said, "You'll never believe what happened today, Yura."

Chapter 10

Deep Shit

Inu-yasha sped away from Kagome with a fake smile in place. Today hadn't gone as he had hoped it would go. Kagome's first impression had mislead him. She was so different today. He began to fear his project would end up a failure. He'd never failed before, and he decided that it was the worst thing in the world. If he got this feeling of utter disappointment from thinking that his project was going to fail, then how would he feel when he actually did fail? He didn't want to find out.

Kagome was totally off today. Inu-yasha thought that the moment he saw her in the pink and flowery outfit. She'd never go overboard like that. Even though Inu-yasha had only known her for three days, he'd come to find that even when she wanted to look nice, she didn't do too much. When he'd taken her to Sukura, she had chosen a simple outfit. It looked great on her but she probably did that unintentionally. She seemed to forget all of that today. Also, she was pleasent at Sukura and Inu-yasha liked her attitide then. But today, all she did was complain and make rude remarks.

Inu-yasha sighed wearily and put his palm on his forehead. His headache had only gotten worse. And to top it all off, his pranking "feeling" came back. He should've figured since he got it whenever he had a rough day. A bad day was almost always cured with a good laugh.

Then Inu-yasha remembered the things he'd bought. He was so caught up in the idea that Kagome finally said yes that he completely forgot about Tami's food. He'd have to give her the food first and then he could deal with his "feeling."

Inu-yasha made a u-turn towards the store so he could pick up some new milk. The jug he'd bought earlier was spoiled by now from being in the hot car. He angrily paid for the milk, thinking the whole time that it was all Kagome's fault that he had to get a new one. If she didn't have him so spellbound, he would've remembered. But now he was just annoyed with her. Still, Inu-yasha didn't want to give up hope yet. He'd take a different approach tomorrow.

Inu-yasha pulled into his driveway and hurridly got out of his car. He didn't bother to park in the garage since he was going to be leaving in a few minutes. He wanted to get over to Miroku's house before school let out so he could leave him a few "presents." After grabbing the few bags and slamming the door closed, Inu-yasha made his way to the front door.

"Tami!" Inu-yasha called as he pushed the door open. There wasn't an answer. "Tami?" he called again. When he still didn't hear a response, he shrugged and went toward the kitchen. He didn't have time to talk anyway. Inu-yasha pushed open the big metallic door to see there wasn't anyone there. Maybe she was cleaning up the stairs. Inu-yasha put the bags down on the table.

Just when he was about to turn around to leave, the door slammed shut. Inu-yasha whipped around and came face to face with his father. Needless to say, he wasn't happy.

"Hi son," Inutaisho said in a monotone voice. He put on a fake smile. His hair was now its original color.

"Hi Dad," Inu-yasha said cheerfully. He pretended like nothing was wrong and reached for the door as if he were just going to continue on his merry way. His hand was stopped by Inutaisho's hard chest. Inu-yasha looked up into his father's ruthless eyes.

xXx

Inu-yasha's scream echoed off of every room in the house. He ran blindly with his arms flailing out in front of him and looking over his shoulder to see his father charging full speed ahead. He could hear his father's thundering feet chasing him. He ran all the way into the foyer without getting caught. He hesitated only a moment, trying to figure out if he should go out the front door to his car or into his room. It was a bad move on his part. Inutaisho dove straight into Inu-yasha. Inu-yasha went down so fast, he didn't even have time to say 'oh shit.'

The two wrestled on the ground for only a second before Inutaisho was on top with Inu-yasha's face planted in the floor and his arms pinned behind his back.

"Why'd you run?" Inutaisho growled angrily. "Do you have a guilty consience?"

"Ow!" Inu-yasha could only say. He eventually stopped struggling when he realized he wasn't getting out of this.

"Just tell me why," Inutaisho said in a calm voice.

"How do you expect me to answer you when you have me like this?" Inu-yasha yelled annoyed.

Inutaisho took a deep breath, trying to refrain from yelling Inu-yasha's ear off. "Just answer me and I'll let you go. Don't lie or you'll never see the outside of your room again." Perfectly calm, in fact, almost cheerfully.

Inu-yasha rolled his eyes. He wasn't going anywhere and there was no way Inutaisho would believe him if he said he didn't do it. "It wasn't me!" Inu-yasha yelled anyway.

Inu-yasha yelped when his dad squeezed his arms harder. "I told you not to lie!"

"But I'm not!" Inu-yasha replied. "It was Sesshomaru!"

"Sesshamaru?" he barked with complete doubt.

Inu-yasha grunted as he tried to get away again, but Inutaisho had a strong hold on him. He sighed impatiently and told his father the reason he'd come up with: Sesshmaru did it to get revenge.

Inutaisho kept him firmly in place. "Even if it was Sesshomaru, you knew you were grounded yet you didn't come home last night, which meant you were out doing something. When someone is grouded, they're forbidden to stay out late, you idiot!"

The noise of a door opening and closing resonated off the walls. Tami shuffled down the stairs with a cleaning rag in hand, coming from the master bedroom, humming a cheerful tune. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the two of them. "Wow," she said. "What's going on here?"

"Ah, that reminds me," Inutaisho said, ignoring Tami's question. "What took you so long to get home? Tami said you'd be back from the store in twenty minutes, at the most. I know it doesn't take three hours to go to and from the store."

Inu-yasha could guess by now that his dad had come home early (in hopes of catching him most likely). (He should've checked the garage.) Tami must've told him he had been there. It wasn't her fault though; after all, Inutaisho is the master of the house. "I was sidetracked," Inu-yasha said shortly.

"Probably by that girl you mentioned earlier," Tami said more to herself than to the two of them.

"Girl?" Inutaisho questioned, genuinly interested.

"Tami!" Inu-yasha moaned. Tami shrunk and tried to disappear. She'd said that louder than she should have. Inu-yasha didn't want Inutaisho to know about Kagome quite yet, especially since she wasn't really his girlfriend yet. Inu-yasha knew that his father was eager for his two sons to have girlfriends. The last time he had told his dad about a girl who was just a girl (not a girlfriend yet), Inutaisho assumed she was his girlfriend and went out of his way to prepare a nice dinner... in the White House... with the presedent... and his wife.

Inutaisho smiled down at Inu-yasha's face (which was still being smushed into the hardwood floor by his father). "So when do I get to meet the lucky girl? What's her name?"

"Her name is Kagome but you won't ever be meeting her," Inu-yasha growled. Suddenlly, Inu-yasha got an idea. Maybe Kagome could save him from his unearned punishment. "Well, on second thought," Inu-yasha started innocently, "you might be able to..."

Inutaisho's eyes brightened. "Really? When?"

Inu-yasha opened his mouth and then stopped. He couldn't make Kagome go anywhere, especially not to his house where his dad would exaggerate the whole thing. But if he didn't please Inutaisho, then he'd finish what he had started: grounding him for life, which he didn't deserve. Inu-yasha quickly decided which person's wrath he'd rather face, Kagome's or Inutaisho's. Well, seeing how Inutaisho was right in his face... (well actually, the floor was still in his face.) "I'm sure she'd be okay with tomorrow night." Inu-yasha had to make it close enough to make his dad happy.

Inutaisho nodded contently and stood up. "Tomorrow it is." He walked up the stairs towards his room while he talked to himself excitedly about wedding plans. Inu-yasha sighed. At least he'd forgotten the fact that he wasn't in school and he still had to punish him for staying out the night before.

Inu-yasha then glared at Tami. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't mean to tell him you were here!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you didn't! I mean, I ONLY almost DIED just now!" Inu-yasha shouted sarcastically. He stomped out the front door to his car.

xXx

Ruby lips enclosed around a stick of pink gum. They chewed noisily and relentlessly. A large bubble formed and popped every now and then. They parted to reveal the discolored gum and said impatiently, "Okay, we're in the food court... Will you tell me now?"

"Patience," said purple lips that also chewed rudely on a wad of gum. "Wait until we have our food."

The ruby lips parted again as a pale finger twisted around the slimy gum. An impatient moan emitted from deep within. "But he's gone already!"

"But this story is long... You'll want to be sitting down."

"Jesus, Kikyo, just tell me!"

Kikyo popped her gum as she walked over to the McDonald's in the food court. "What do you want to eat, Yura?" she asked to change subject.

Yura rolled her eyes. "Just get me a salad."

Kikyo ordered two salads and they were soon handed to her. The two girls wandered to a nearby table and sat down.

Yura tapped her fingers impatiently on the cool surface of the table. "Okay... Now?"

Kikyo jut out her bottom lip in a pout. "You're too impatient." After putting her gum in a napkin, Kikyo opened her salad and poured a small portion of ranch salad dressing on it before taking a polite bite. Yura sat on the edge of her seat with a frustrated glare aimed in Kikyo's direction. After Kikyo swallowed her bite she said, "Okay, so I went to the store to get some things for out sleepover tonight. Out of no where, he pushed me down. Then he tried to act like he did it on accident. But of course I know that he did it just to get my attention. But I must admit, no one had ever tried to get me that way before..." Kikyo paused to take a bite of her salad again. Yura was leaning in her chair, eager for more of the story. She still hadn't touched her salad. "Anyway, he kept bothering me and calling me 'Kagome' all the way to the cash register. Again, another strange way to get my attention, but he seemed so sincere, like he really didn't know I wasn't this 'Kagome' he kept going on about. I didn't know who he really was until I saw this magazine of him on the rack. After I realized, I told him I'd go out with him, seeing how you weren't supposed to pick me up just then." Yura had finally taken a bite of her salad but she remained leaned forward like a child eager for her bedtime story.

"Apparently," Kikyo said through a piece of lettuce, "he knew this 'Kagome' girl from school. He even knew where she lived. I, of course, couldn't let him take me home since he would take me to 'Kagome's' house. Anyway, he took me sight-seeing. I think 'Kagome' hasn't gotten out much. Oh, and get this, he's only a junior... in high school! I thought he was in college. He would've been a perfect match since I'm in my first year of college. I had to tell him I was a senior in high school though since he knew 'Kagome' from his high school."

Yura frowned. "A younger guy? You usually date older guys."

"I know!" Kikyo exasperated. "It also looked like he was in college since he had that gorgeous car... Anyway, he kept complaining when we went to the top of the memorial. Oh, and did you know there wasn't an elevator? Anyway, he kept telling me to ruin my perfect outfit by taking off the shoes!" Yura nodded understandingly. "I don't think 'Kagome' has any sense of style either since he thought it was weird that I wouldn't mess up my outfit." Yura nodded again as if this all made perfect sense. "Then he made me walk all the way around the lake to get to the Lincoln Memorial. Do you know how hard that is in heels?" Kikyo exclaimed. Yura dramatically gasped (with no sarcasm). Kikyo's gaze sofened and she said, "But God, is he romantic. He knows just how to get a girl's head in the clouds..." she finished with a dreamy sigh.

"So..." Yura stared, "you just met this gorgeous rich guy and you didn't leave him your number? Or set up a second date? Or something!"

"I know!" Kikyo growled, snapped out of her daze. "I didn't think of that. Plus, I didn't know if he already had 'Kagome's' number."

Yura looked down at her half-eaten salad. "You have to see him again!" she said with a sudden burst of energy. "You can explain all that complicated stuff about you not really being 'Kagome' later. For now, just try to see him again."

"Not to worry," Kikyo said with a mischievious smile. "I'll think of a way."

xXx

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch. Kagome boredly walked to the cafeteria. Sango chatted next to her but Kagome was distracted by the glimpse of Miroku out of the corner of her eye. She started to head his direction. "So... where's Inu-yasha?" she said, trying not to care.

"He's sick," Miroku said, surprised that she was interested.

She shrugged as if she was trying to prove him wrong and went back to chatting with Sango. As they got in line for lunch, Kagome sighed. Lunch was so boring without Inu-yasha. Even Sango didn't help her bordom. Inu-yasha added randomness that she'd grown accustom to. She didn't realize how much he'd mader his way into her heart until he was gone.

What's he doing right now, she wondered. Is he thinking about me? Is he faking sick to get away from me? That has to be it! I've been so mean to him that he's given up on me!...

Kagome furrowed her brow sadly at the thought. Isn't that what I wanted? It's too dangerous for me to keep hanging out with him. That's why I wanted to get away from him in the first place. She suddenly smiled. But... I like having him around. He likes me enough to stick with me. He's been bugging me constantly for the past two days. It's not that long, but most of the guys I've come across give up after the first day when they realized I wasn't going to give in. Besides, he's so funny when he tries to hold back his anger when I say no. Kagome let out a small giggle.

Then Kagome thought, Look at me... I'm already head over heels for this guy and I'm not even friends with him! This has never happened in these past two years. I don't want to lose him yet... but it would be safer if I don't let it get any further than it already has gone.

She almost felt her heart fall into a million pieces. But then she nodded determinedly and thought, It's settled then... I have to end it tomorrow, no matter what. I just hope I can get it through that thick skull of his. She smiled at this last thought but stopped herself. It was that kind of stuff that made her fall for him in the first place, all the little things he did.

"Kagome... You're scaring me," Sango's uncertain voice broke her from her thoughts. "I never even knew there were that many faces you could make..."

Kagome playfully threw a fry at her friend, who giggled in response. "Shut up," Kagome said in a playful voice to hide her confusing thoughts. Sango turned back to her food, still chuckling. Kagome frowned once more as she thought about what she'd decided. She sighed and thought, I suppose it's for the better.

xXx

Inu-yasha pulled into Miroku's driveway, still grumbling about the afternoon's happenings. He grabbed a few supplies and, using the spare key hidden in the draining pipe along the side of the house, went into Miroku's house . Inu-yasha sighed contently, happy that he'd put an end to his 'feeling' soon and set to work in Miroku's room.

The first thing he did was take out all the shoes from the closet. He mismatched them all into groups of two. Then he tied them into most impossilbe knots so that it would take ages to get it out and then returned them to their proper place in the closet. He looked around the room to decide what to do next.

Inu-yasha took out the chalk he had bought from the store. He grinned evilly as he took out a bright pink stick and began to draw random lines on the bare white walls of Miroku's bedroom. He drew evil smiley faces here and there and wrote 'Inu wuz here' in other spots. He used a neon green color to shadow the pink lines he'd made. Then he shadowed the green ones with a dark purple color. He then applied black in any spots he'd missed.

Inu-yasha went to the bathroom to fill some water balloons. He used all three bags he'd gotten. He put some under the pillows of the bed (that, miraculously, was made). He set up a trap with the closet so when it was opened, they would fall on the victim's head or at their feet. He put the rest aside to deal with when he was completely done. Inu-yasha happily pulled out one of the rolls of streamers. He'd bought three rolls of each of the three colors so he decided to use one roll of each color so he could use the rest for Sesshomaru. Using tape he'd found in Miroku's computer desk, Inu-yasha randomly taped bits and peices here and there until the place looked like a jungle of uneven lengths of thin paper.

He smiled in satisfaction as he stared at his work. He glanced at his watch and saw that he still had an hour and a half before Miroku would get home, leaving him plenty time to make a speedy getaway. The prankster remembered the water balloons he'd left and then spread them out evenly throughout the room so that not a single step could be taken without stepping on at least one. The rest, the boy skillfully put in a bucket he'd found under the bathroom sink. He set it up so that it too was a trap like the one in the closet. Inu-yasha slowly closed the door, grinning widely at the thought of Miroku's face when he opened the door to his hell of a room.

Inu-yasha wearily sat on the arm of the couch. He lazily fell back onto the couch with his legs hanging off the arm. He grinned. His 'feeling' was gone, and his headache was not as bad. He thought about checking his temperature again but instead he closed his eyes. Suddenly, he realized that Miroku's old scratchy couch was much more comfortable when he sat in it like this. But then again, it could just be that he was so tired that he didn't notice. He decided to sit a little longer and then he'd leave to go home before Miroku got back.

xXx

Inu-yasha sighed as he laid out on his bed. He'd dealt with himself and his 'feelings' for now but now he had to think about what he'd do about Kagome. He wasn't going to give up just yet. He still had his deal with Souta to worry about. Even if he did give up, it wouldn't stop Souta from telling Kagome his little secret. If that happened, she'd chase him down for the rest of his life... and it wouldn't be out of passionate love! He still didn't know how to get to her yet. He wanted to get a chance to talk to Sango still too. She should be able to help him at least a little.

The doorbell rang down the stairs and Inu-yasha looked over at his closed door, slightly curious as to who it was. Deciding he was too lazy to figure out, he went back to his train of thought. Inu-yasha hoped that Kagome wouldn't be mad at him the next day because of their date today. She seemed pretty steamed up because she had to walk so much.

Suddenly, Inu-yasha's closed door was shoved open, causing the door handle to crash into the wall behind. The noise alarmed Inu-yasha and he whipped his head around to the doorway. His mouth fell open.

"Kagome!" he exclaimed in utter surprise. She had on baggy off-white pants with many pockets in various places. Most of the pants were covered by Inu-yasha's red and white jacket. She looked just like the first night they'd been together. But his smile was wiped away when he realized something: she was crying! Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at the wide-eyed boy. Inu-yasha instinctively jumped from his bed and exclaimed, "Kagome, what's wrong?"

Instead of replying, she emitted a loud sob and ran straight into his arms. He didn't mind as her tears stained his shirt. He enclosed her in a tight embrace as she continued to sob. He rocked her softly to comfort her. But she kept going. He felt a sharp pain at the realization that he couldn't do anything to help her. All he could do was try and comfort her until she wanted to talk. He hated this feeling of utter helplessness.

Her tears were icy cold on his shirt. Suddenly, Kagome's tears became a waterfall of freezing water. Inu-yasha's eyes widened as the tears chilled him to the bone.

xXx

Inu-yasha shot up from his dream with a yell. His eyes were wide and he was soaking wet. He shivered hard against the cold. Suddenly he saw Miroku standing over him with the darkest angry look Inu-yasha had ever seen, a large empty bucket in hand. Water dripped from the egdes. Inu-yasha realized with regret that he had fallen asleep on Miroku's couch. Inu-yasha could tell from the bits of waterballoons in his hair and the strings of streamers plastered to his soaking wet clothes that he had been in his room already. How could he have been so stupid to fall asleep at the victim's house! And he should've known it was a dream. Kagome had been wearing his jacket, but he had taken that back the night of their date-that-wasn't. Plus, he had never left Miroku's house, which meant he couldn't have been in his home in his room.

"Did you have a nice day?" Miroku snarled.

"I was until you came here!" Inu-yasha barked.

"You got what was coming to you!" Miroku yelled. He put the bucket on the ground roughly and, to Inu-yasha's horror, picked up another bucket. Miroku ruthlessly threw the contents on Inu-yasha. Inu-yasha yelped in pain. This bucket had burning hot water in it. To top it off Miroku threw both buckets at him, on after the other. One hit Inu-yasha square in the head. The other crashed painfully into his knee. Inu-yasha was so busy trying to numb the pain that he didn't notice Miroku slam the door angrily with his car keys in hand.

Suddenly, Inu-yasha remembered that he needed Miroku's help to get Sesshomaru back. He couldn't do it alone: it was too big of a job to handle by himself. He knew that the whole thing that had just happened would be forgiven and forgotten by the next morning: It wasn't the first time Inu-yasha had pulled something like this. Miroku was used to it now. In fact, Inu-yasha was surprised that he didn't do anything else to him. But Inu-yasha wanted to do this tonight, not tomorrow. So, Inu-yasha had to gain Miroku's forgiveness quick or he wouldn't be able to do it. His poor pride was taking a real hit today. He wanted to get Miroku back for hitting him with those buckets, too. But that would make Miroku definetly say no. Inu-yasha groaned with pain as he tried to get up to catch up to Miroku before he took off again.

"Miroku! Wait!" he called when he opened the door. Miroku was just getting inside the car. Inu-yasha limped quickly to the driver's side. "Come on, you know it was just fun and games! I was bored! I didn't have anything to do," Inu-yasha pleaded.

Miroku looked straight forward with a glare in place but he didn't start the car yet.

"I have a project to do tonight and I can't do it without you." Miroku continued to glare although Inu-yasha did notice the small tweek in Miroku's eyebrow, a sure sign that he was interested. "I'm going to get Sesshomaru back. You'll love what I plan on doing..." Inu-yasha tempted. Miroku looked at him out of the corner of his raised eyebrow. "You can get me back for it." Inu-yasha struggled with the next part. "And... I won't... try to get you back. So we'll be even."

When Miroku sighed, Inu-yasha knew he'd won him over. He grinned mischieviously. "How 'bout it?" He had to get a verbal reply before he could leave.

Miroku sighed again and said, "Where do we meet?"

Inu-yasha grinned wider and said, "Reanu Park." The park Inu-yasha was talking about was the halfway mark between Miroku's and Inu-yasha's house exactly. It was about five minutes from Mica High School. It was a pleasent place with a clear small lake in the center. Children often went there to play on the playground. College students went there to study in the large clearing next to the lake. Families would bike ride around the lake or fly kites in the clearing. Couples would have a nice picnic on the benches under the shade of a few willow trees. It was Inu-yasha's favorite place: it had a little of everything.

"And don't worry," Inu-yasha said as he backed away towards his own car, "I'll bring the stuff."

"Wait!" Miroku said as Inu-yasha got into his car. "What are we doing?"

Inu-yasha rolled down his window and said stubbornly, "You have to wait and see." Then he hit reverse and sped around the corner.

xXx

Sesshomaru's loud alarm blared throughtout his room. It was Thursday... Only two more days left before the weekend and he couldn't wait. School was hell for him. It only drained seven hours out of his life.

Sesshomaru lazily sat up from the comfort of his bed. He went out to the hall closet to get a towel for a shower. He distractedly glanced at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was just about to start the water when he realized something was very wrong with what had stared back at him. He whipped back around to face the mirror and gasped.

His face... his beautiful, beautiful face... What happened to it! Sesshomaru gingerly touched his lips. He recognized the bright red lipstick his step-mother used everyday on his lips. Only the lipstick trailed off from his bottom lip and framed his face in a thick, crooked, round line. His eyes were brought out by bright purple eyeshadow he also recognized from his mother's make-up collection. The blush on his cheeks stood out so much, it looked like two tomatoes had been miraculously grown on his face. Mascara was carelessly and unskillfully put on his eyelashes. To finish it off, blue body glitter covered his whole face. Sesshomaru gaped at his reflection in pure disbelief. He knew the only one who could've pulled this off was down the hall, most likely laughing at him. He was just about to teach the little brat a lesson when he noticed yet another thing wrong with the person who stared back at him.

His hair... his silky silver hair... Sesshomaru couldn't believe it. His hair was in about a million tiny, messy braids. They started and ended with tiny pink ribbons made into perfect little bows. Just to tease him, the little twit had put extra bows in the middle. His hair was a mass of silver braids and pink ribbons.

This was it. Inu-yasha had taken it too far. Now he was in a world of pain.

"INU-YASHA!" Sesshomaru stormed. He stomped out of the bathroom in time to see Inu-yasha come calmly out of his bedroom. Sesshomaru didn't waste any time. He quickly ran the length of the hallway and was in Inu-yasha's face in a matter of miliseconds. Inu-yasha didn't bother to try and move out of the way. In fact, he looked like he was waiting for him. Just when he was about to pound the cocky bastard's face in, Inu-yasha held up a single piece of paper and smirked. Sesshomaru stopped dead, his fist and inch away from his brother's head. Sesshomaru's hand fell to his side as he gawked at the photo.

It was a picture of him, of course, and the hidious state of his face. Only, it was worse. Somehow, Inu-yasha made it look like Sesshomaru was putting the make-up on. He was holding up the eyeshadow stick (sorry, don't know what it's called!) to his eyelids and gingerly applying it. In the background was all the other make-up supplies. As a bonus, a bright red dress was hanging from his closet in plain sight.

"Touch me, I dare you. I have about a million of these in places you wouldn't dream of looking," Inu-yasha said with that same smirk in place. Sesshomaru didn't have to be told what Inu-yasha would do with them. Hello Internet!

Sesshomaru could only stare in bitter hatred as the prankster walked cheerfully down the stairs toward the smell of food.

xXx

Inu-yasha was as happy as can be as he drove to school. There even weren't any signs of his horrible headache from the day before. The war between his brother and himself was officially over, and he had the last laugh. He knew that Sesshomaru wouldn't dare do anything else back to him for revenge. He wouldn't risk it. So his brother and his father were taken care of... temporarily.

Now he had to worry about Kagome. He was on rough terrain with her. First of all, there was their date. It turned out horribly bad with all its ups and downs. And now he had to ask her if she would be so kind as to have dinner with him at his house... tonight! Otherwise, his dad would find out he was lying and that would make him worsen Inu-yasha's punishment even more. So far, he was off the hook, but that was only because Inutaisho thought that Inu-yasha was busy with a girl, which was semi-true. It was going to be hard to convince her, even if he told her his story and tried to get her sympathy.

He also had to worry about Miroku. He told him that he could get revenge on him and he wouldn't try to get him back. That only meant one thing: Miroku was going to get him back bad. Plus, Inu-yasha had a feeling that Miroku hadn't even discovered the balloons in the closet or the balloons under his pillow. He probably only made it far enough into the room to realize that his room had been destroyed before he came to get Inu-yasha back. Miroku was going to come up with the worst prank in the world. And to make it worse, Inu-yasha couldn't even return the 'favor.'

In short, he was in deep shit.

So, how was it? Was it worth the wait? I hope it was good, you all earned that much for having to wait so long! Anyway, sorry for switching points of views so much. I wanted to explain some stuff from the last chapter so that it would be easier to understand why 'Kagome' (Kikyo)did everthing she did. But I'm not really happy with the way that I did it... telling it through Kikyo like that. I tried to make it seem like she was still stuck up and everything too (sorry Kikyo fans!). I also don't think I like the way I made Inutaisho so... random. Oh well, maybe it adds character to the story and my style of writting. I hope this chapter was funny. I kinda struggled with it so it isn't as well discribed as others. I'm sorta happy with this chapter though since it gives me some things to talk about in the next chapter. Like, what's Kagome gonna say to Inu-yasha's dinner? And is Sesshomaru really gonna give up? And what does Miroku have in store for his friend? Lol, this next chapter's gonna be fun. I was gonna go on but I hadn't realized how much I had put in this chapter. Well, I hope you liked it, and please review and tell me what you think!

By the way, I'm too tired to check spelling and grammar or whatever so sorry for any mistakes! I also have a feeling that I'm gonna post this and forgot to change something big so it'll ruin my next chapter... I hope I'm not the only person who gets this feeling! Lol!

Hiko