Aww, guys, over a hundred reviews? Virtual hugs for everyone! Unless you don't like hugs... then a virtual NON-hug for you. :] I think I still consider this a collection of drabbles and not a story because, as you can see, my pacing is a little off and the chapters are short. My (older) fanfictions have outrageously long chapters and the plot pacing is a little too slow. SO! Hopefully I can keep up with the quick updates and keep this light-hearted and fun to distract you guys from the shortness.

A longer update in celebration of my review count! (But still kind of short.)

P.S. Inuyasha's background, glimpsed here, is just for a laugh. There is no overarching plot or deep meaning behind it. It was mostly to poke fun at some of the cliche backgrounds given to AU Inuyasha by most authors (including me!).

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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Part 13

"Do you think it's weird that he has longer hair than me?" Kagome asked, nibbling on a cookie. She and Sango were sitting on the patio of a cramped cafe, drinking tea and attacking a plate of pastries they had splurged on. Sango had cornered Kagome after class, Kagome had laughingly (and meekly) agreed to tell her best friend all the details, and the two girls had moved their conversation to somewhere they could eat.

"It is long..." Sango mused with a sip of her tea.

"Really, really long." Kagome grabbed a handful of her own hair and brought it in front of her nose to inspect. She had never been very big on her hair, but now she wondered if the boy she was interested in actually had better hair than she did. Was longer better?

"Now that I think about," the brunette was saying, her own hair out of the way in a ponytail and out of the way, "Miroku has long hair, too. I mean, only a little long, but it's in that ponytail. Do you think that means they're tough guys?"

"Tough?" Kagome echoed. "I always thought longer hair on guys was a little... you know, feminine. Like, fancy, sophisticated, serious. I mean, have you seen Kagura's boyfriend, Sesshoumaru? (OH! I forgot to tell you, he's Inuyasha's brother!) His hair is longer than I've ever seen on a man before. And beautiful. I almost asked him what shampoo he uses... but he kind of looks meaner than even Kagura."

"Miroku is defenitely not serious, and Inuyasha doesn't sound very fancy or sophisticated. Maybe they just don't realize that hair grows and needs to be cut? Or maybe they can't afford haircuts?"

Kagome shook her head, reaching for a thin slice of cake. "I don't think that's it. He said he works for his family's company, which sounded really important and big."

"Kagome, I work for my 'family's company,' and we exterminate bugs." (The younger girl shuddered at the word. Again.) "Did he give you any details about the company?"

"No, I guess not really. They could be plumbers or something. I don't know why I assumed it meant some big corporation with a CEO and a meeting room."

Sango started laughing and covered her mouth to keep any crumbs from spilling out, seeing as she had just taken a big bite of a scone. "I know why, because you have a crazy, weird imagination. I would just like to take this time to remind you of your texter guy and all your white knight fantasies about him. See, aren't you glad you never pursued anything with him? A real boy is here now."

But Kagome didn't really want to be reminded of her 'texter guy.' "Speaking of texting, do you think it's weird that Inuyasha didn't ask for my phone number?"

Sango knit her eyebrows together. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her long legs over one another with a frown. "He didn't? That is kind of weird. Maybe he forgot."

"Or! Or! Maybe he wants to see if we serendipitously run into one another again, meaning Fate means for us to be together."

Sango howled with laughter, which she choked on after she noticed Kagome pulling out her phone and rapidly typing in a text. "What are you doing?"

"Going to our only source for manly knowledge. It's not like we can go to Souta or Kohaku for advice like this!"

Did you ask for your girlfriend's number after your first date?
- K.

...

BEFORE the first date. Random.
- I.

"What was that?" Miroku asked, leaning back into the couch in Inuyasha's living room. Inuyahsa, it turns out, lived on an entire floor in the family company building. Sesshoumaru had been horrified at the idea of his younger half-brother living with him in his sprawling mansion, so he had footed the bill for some renovations. You see, Sesshoumaru was the CEO of some stereotypic powerful corporation, and Inuyasha was Vice President of Marketing. Or Vice President of Services. Something that sounded important. Really, the only job given to him by Sesshoumaru was to show up to a staff meeting once a month with his shirt tucked in, his hair brushed, and his mouth firmly shut. After their father's death, it had been insisted by his father's will that both boys took positions at the company to further the family's reign over Japan's technologies. Or media. Or construction. Inuyasha didn't really know or care.

What this meant was that he had a lot of funds and time to do whatever he wanted in the final year of his teenager-hood. In fact, he'd recently played with the idea of becoming a superhero or a vigilante or whatever, someone who saved the day with a gruff attitude... more like Bruce Wayne than Clark Kent, using his family's vast riches to buy a ton of awesome gadgets that—

"What was that?" Miroku repeated himself with exasperation, snapping his fingers in front of Inuyasha to pull him out of whatever crazy trance the guy had gotten himself into. Just in case, he pointed to the open phone still lying in Inuyasha's hand.

"What? Oh, uh, that girl that texts me just asked me another weird question about getting a girl's phone— OH SHIT, NO!"

"Inuyasha?"

"I forgot to ask for Kagome's phone number!" he howled.

Is it a bad sign if a girl didn't get her number asked for?
- K.

...

"A girl"? Or you?
- I.

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Does it matter?
- K.

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If "a girl," from personal experience, it could have been an accident.
- I.

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And if me?
- K.

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He was probably scared off by your psychotic and random questions.
- I.

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This have to do with unicorns?
- K.

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Everything has to do with unicorns with you.
- I.

"You're smiling."

"Huh?" Kagome asked intelligently, looking up from her phone and blinking wide, doe eyes at Sango.

"You always smile when you talk to that guy."

"Because talking to him is fun; you'd have fun, too." Kagome's voice was defensive now, cradling her phone to her chest as if Sango might take it from her by force. "It doesn't mean anything. Like you've said, many many many times, the guy on the other end of this conversation could be anyone, even a woman."

"So... you have, what, a word crush on him? A text crush?"

Kagome opened her mouth with a retort ready on her tongue, but she swallowed it back down, deciding to be less impulsive and more logical about this. "I might have a crush on the conversations we have, because he makes me laugh. But that doesn't really mean anything."

"Because...?" Sango said, drawing the word out as if she was purposefully trying to lead Kagome to a conclusion. Since they were kids, Sango, as the elder of the two, had always been a little protective of Kagome, holding her hand through life and nudging her back onto the correct path whenever Kagome wandered. (Which, if you hadn't figured out by now, was often. Kagome got distracted by some shiny object or fantasy and raced after it, mixing up her priorities.)

"Because," Kagome repeated, meeting Sango's eyes but her own were focused on something far off. "Because he's not real. Inuyasha's real. This guy is just..."

"An illusion," Sango concluded in a goofy voice, smiling. "Enjoy your conversations, but don't forget about the real, live, breathing boy that you just met."

Kagome paused for a second, obviously turning something over in her mind. While waiting, Sango finished her tea and ate the last cookie, stacking their dirty plates on top of each other to make it easier for the waitress who would have to clean up after them. She even used her napkin to brush off the table. "Can I still text him?" Kagome asked, putting her forefingers together in front of her nose in a look of pure innocence.

"I don't see why not, as long as you remember that he is..."

"An illusion," Kagome finished enthusiastically. "Like unicorns! Except, you know, they're real, so that's a poor example. Like demons! They're a load of bull."