Hello everyone! I'm here to tell you all officially I'm an idiot. A major idiot. Oh well.

Reason (because there has to be): I thought to myself when I first started this story that even though it was going to be thirty chapters long, that I could keep the storyline straight. That I wouldn't confuse it with the other twenty-seven stories I'm currently writing. So, I'm a tool. Because I did mess up - I will admit it. I've fixed everything now, edited all the chapters. Inuyasha and Kagome did kiss in Chapter Eight: Never Have I Ever (Taste) and Sango and Miroku certainly never went for lunch at...8 in the morning. Dear lord. So that's fixed too.

Thank you to everyone that pointed it out. I'm amused because everyone seemed to figure it out all at once. This teaches me to stick with my original plan and ALWAYS HAVE DETAILED NOTES PER STORY. Notepad has the most use out of any program I use - how sad.

Onwards.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I do not profit from this story.

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Who Was It?

(Thirst)

"So we have thirty minutes to kill," Kagome said cheerfully. "What do you want to do?"

We can make out. "Whatever," Inuyasha huffed, not feeling particularly happy at the moment. Kagome was all smiles and giggles now that she knew she was getting out. Inuyasha...well he didn't know how to feel about that. And he didn't know how to feel about not knowing how to feel about that. If that made any sense.

"Okay fine. What was your first car?" Kagome asked, pivoting around so that she was sitting and directly facing his left side.

He was not playing this game. Not with Mrs. Cheery-Pants. No. She didn't get to sulk in misery for most of the damn time they were stuck there and then – bam! – be all happy and crap. No. Didn't she realize that once they got out, that was it?

"A Mustang." It was out of his traitorous mouth before he realized. Damn.

Kagome rolled her eyes. "That's so unbelievably typical. Do you know what my first car was?"

"No," Inuyasha replied curtly. He looked up at the ceiling, feeling his lower lip stick out a bit more but not knowing what to do with it. He's never really pouted before. It was a strange sensation.

"It was a really old pickup truck, and it was awesome," Kagome said, her smile getting even bigger. "It had chipped silver paint and it was rusting on the bottom but it was built like a brick. I got rear ended in that thing four times in high school and not once did my truck get any damage. It was a tank."

Inuyasha felt his mood shifting the more Kagome smiled and got more animated. He had to force himself to remain aloof and because of that, it was pissing him off. He shouldn't have to try to be aloof. He should just be aloof. Period. "I thought it was a brick."

"That too," Kagome concluded, shrugging. "Who was your first kiss?"

Inuyasha turned his head to face her, eyebrow raised. "You really want to know?"

And then Kagome smiled – huge. It was so fucking genuine that he was blinking and getting horribly flustered. He didn't know what to do! What do you do when a woman is so damn happy and genuine and hot and caring and all that other shit? "I want to know all about you."

Inuyasha scoffed, internally letting his mind soak up that bit of information. She wouldn't want to get to know him now and then ignore him later right? That would be pointless. Even he thought that was pointless. Unless of course she was just trying to pass the time. "Nazuna Orikasa," he replied. "Grade eight. What about you?"

"This really adorable guy named Hojo Ueda. He was probably the sweetest person ever. He cared about everything."

"Then why aren't you still with him?" Inuyasha asked, more for the sake of conversation than anything else. He didn't really want to know the reason that Kagome wasn't with the guy. It wasn't so that he could figure out more of what she liked and didn't like. And it certainly wasn't because he was smirking evilly inside.

Wait, she was single right? Didn't they go over that?

Kagome shrugged, a small frown on her lips as she thought about it. "I'm not really sure. I just remember back then knowing that it wasn't...what I wanted. He was sweet but..." Kagome trailed off, shrugging once more.

"And–" Inuyasha wasn't really sure how to ask this. "You are...single right? Yeah?" Did we cover that? Thankfully he shut his mouth by then.

Kagome just stared at him. "I'm hoping I don't look that horribly desperate."

"No!" Inuyasha backpedalled, frowning. That's what she got out of his question? That she potentially looked desperate? Was she an idiot? "You, uh, don't."

"Okay," Kagome replied, smiling a little. "What do you normally do after work? Do you go home or do you go out or what? Do you have any embarrassing hobbies to tell?"

"I certainly wouldn't tell you," Inuyasha remarked, rolling his eyes. "There's this bar on Seventh Street, just at the corner there. I usually head in for a quick drink before going home."

"Alone?"

Inuyasha nodded. "I don't drink remember? I go there and usually have some sort of soda, catch up on the games and talk to the bartender there – he's a friend. I'll usually have one beer to quench the thirst for it. This way I don't have to keep beer at home. I'd rather it just not be there if I can help it."

Kagome reached out then, lightly touching his shoulder and letting it trail down to the crook of his elbow. "That's good of you, to know that. Not a lot of people would set boundaries like that. That's pretty brave of you."

He didn't see it that way – setting a limit for himself, a line that he shouldn't cross. Inuyasha had just made a decision to do it. He wasn't worried about becoming an alcoholic or doing the crazy, stupid things he did as a teenager. He grew up a long time ago. Now, it was just associating it to those times when he was young and unhappy. "I guess," he said finally. "I never really thought about it."

There was silence for a long while, comfortable silence in which Inuyasha felt the warmth of her hand through his dress shirt. He went back through their conversations, the time he mentioned his rather unstable past. "Hey Kagome," he said quietly, facing her once more. "Remember you said that you were...over-the-moon in love with someone and that they never knew? Who was it?"

The question was random, his hushed words breaking the comfortable silence. Kagome sat a little straighter, her hand slowly dragging off of his arm. "I knew that was going to come back and bite me in the ass."

Inuyasha felt guilty but desperately wanted to know. "So who was it?"

No one has figured it out - completely - yet. Although most aren't wrong. Hmm, ideas?

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