Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this tiny story… especially for the one who hates parties. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

A Note of Explanation: This series of perfect drabbles was written in response to "The Perfect Come-on" Valentine's Day Drabble Challenge. Each drabble had to be a 'perfect drabble'—exactly 100 words, and each drabble had to include a 'come-on' of some kind. My idea ended up working into a story in four parts. I posted them as I finished them throughout the day on February 14, 2009.

Soirée

Part 1: Too Much, Too Soon

Kagome hated parties like these, but staying home on Valentine's Day seemed rather pathetic. Since the host was the friend of a friend, she hardly knew anyone, so she lingered on the fringes, watching. A flash of silver across the room caught her attention, and she found herself arrested by a gaze that was pure gold. Whoa.

Just then, a low voice purred, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" His black curls were alluring, but those crimson eyes held a mocking glint. Kagome paled when he added, "I could make you scream for me."

Part 2: Too Little, Too Late

By the time she disentangled herself from Naraku, her silver-haired stranger disappeared. I wonder why his glance drew me in so completely? Kagome decided to search for him and became so absorbed in her quest that she didn't see the blue-eyed wolf youkai until she'd all but trod on his tail. "Oh, excuse me!"

"Don't worry about it," he grinned as he steadied her. "You're alone? What do you say, beautiful? Want to be my woman?"

"I'm… kind of looking for someone."

"He's a lucky bastard."

Kagome blushed under the implied compliment; waving shyly to Kouga, she resumed her search.

Part 3: Too Closed for Comfort

Kagome didn't dare blink lest she lose sight of her quarry. Finally! Not only had she located the silver-haired man, but he was talking to someone who could introduce them. "Miroku!" she called.

"Kagome! You made it!" She stole a glance at his companion's face… and frowned. "Have you met Sesshoumaru?" Miroku asked.

The silver-haired youkai's haughty gaze skimmed her figure. "Hnn. You might do."

Kagome blinked, giving Miroku a disbelieving look. "Erm… anyhow… have you seen another guy with silver hair?"

"Kitchen," he replied. Once she'd gone, he grimaced at Sesshoumaru. "We really need to work on your delivery."

Part 4: Too Perfect for Words

When Kagome ducked into the kitchen, he was there… and in the process of climbing out the window. "Hey! Are you crazy? This apartment's on the sixth floor!" she exclaimed, and his ears flattened against the top of his head.

Glancing over his shoulder as he crouched on the sill, he said, "I'll be fine; this is nothing."

"Oh… so… you're leaving?"

"Yeah. I hate parties."

"Me too," Kagome quietly confessed.

He peered into the darkness for a long moment, then back at her. Smirking faintly, he said, "I'm Inuyasha."

"Kagome."

Extending his hand he said, "Come on, then… Kagome."

Happy Valentine's Day!