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Part 11


Kagome didn't really understand how or why, but she and Inuyasha were sitting next to each other at the counter of a sushi bar. For every one thing she plucked off the conveyor belt, he grabbed three. (He'd also had three glasses of water and a bowl of udon soup.) It had been half an hour since the movie had ended, and here they were still sitting next to each other, joking and arguing and talking as if they'd been friends for years. At one point, he'd even snagged some wasabi off her plate with his chopsticks.

After the movie had let out, they'd left the theater and started in the direction of the trains, and a block later (which had flown by as they discussed the finer points of Bloody Feudal Fairy Tale's plot), they passed the sushi shop. Kagome, excited, pointed it out and explained that it was her favorite one. Inuyasha had immediately opened the door and silently gestured her in.

Attending the movie itself had been far less awkward than she'd feared. There was one point where they accidentally bumped elbows over the shared armrest, but they had laughed and jumped at the same parts. Inuyasha had quietly mocked her when she teared up near the end when the heroine thought the hero had died. (He survived.)

"No way," Inuyasha was arguing enthusiastically at the moment, "the action parts were way better."

"The blood looked so fake. And I don't understand why people in movies always have to shout out the name of their attack right before they do it. So very stupid. Doesn't that just alert the bad guys or something?"

"Makes the movie work better," he theorized around a mouth full of rice and seaweed. "And it instills fear in the enemy."

"The romance parts were so much better written," Kagome asserted dreamily with a vague smile on her face, chopsticks poised in the air halfway between her plate and her face. "Since they ended up together, it wasn't so bad that like eighty people died along the way."

"He was kind of a jerk," Inuyasha said irritably. "And dense. Half the time, he was jerking her around or insulting her."

"He was covering up his sensitive side!"

"Ha! She was a little too dramatic. And she kept getting herself in trouble."

"Oh, come on! It totally worked. You have to admit it, they were cute together."

"Eh," he muttered noncommittally, but Kagome took his lack of argument for agreement.

Kagome opened up her mouth to say something else, possibly about the costumes or actors, but her phone interrupted them from her pocket. Automatically, she pulled it out before thinking about how rude it would be to start texting someone in the middle of a conversation with Inuyasha. (She never worried about this while with Sango, much to Sango's frustration.)

And then she thought, This might be a message from him. She had this weird mixture of feelings bubbling in her belly at that idea— excitement about hearing from her phone friend as well as disappointment by the fact that she was momentarily distracted from her conversation with Inuyasha…

"Go ahead," Inuyasha said dismissively, taking another bite of food.

It turned out to not be a message from "him."

Wanna catch the movie tomorrow?
- Sango

Stupidly, Kagome felt guilty for seeing the movie without her, but then she remembered Sango had been the one to bail.

Already saw it.
- Kags

Alone? Awkward!
- Sango

No, with Inuyasha.
- Kags

Oooh!
- Sango

Don't be silly. Just happened to bump into each other.
- Kags

Still with him?
- Sango

Movie was good. I could totally see it a second time with you.
- Kags

Don't change the subject!
- Sango

Kagome bit her lip to keep from laughing and put her phone away, not bothering to respond. The entire conversation had taken place in less than two minutes, so she didn't feel too guilty about her rudeness.

"Where were we?" Kagome asked, turning back to him.

"The romance," Inuyasha responded.

"Right," she said, grinning wider. "The romance."