A/n: YES! I finaly was given the time to finish typing this one up! I'll post the next chapter as quickly as possible! I promise!
Disclamer: I do not own Inuyasha. And there is apparently nothing I can do about it... for now.. ;)
This chapter is dedicated to: My reader, Mystery-chan! Happy B-day! :) Hope that you enjoy it! (and read it in time...) Again, Happy B-day! * throws confetti, covering readers *
Chapter Twenty-six:
Kagome:
I roll my eyes as Sango once again tries to wriggle out of my grasp.
"Let me go!" She pleads, twisting this way and that, in a wild attempt to escape from my clutches.
Sango and I are standing inside the store named, 'Kaguya Silk', looking for a dress for Sango to wear to the dance.
WELL - more like I've been searching for a dress for her, and she's been trying to escape.
It's been forty-five minutes since Ayame and Rin and I found our own dresses - and Sango still has yet to try anything on.
I sigh as I pull her towards a rack of black dresses, and shove her towards it.
Rin and Ayame deserted us half an hour ago, leaving me to deal with Sango's escape attempts.
Some friends.
Sango hates shopping for some reason, which I find completely wrong, and bizarre.
Not that I'm a shopping addict - that's Ayame- but who wouldn't like shopping?
Sango eyes the dresses with scrutiny, then begins cautiously, rifling through them.
I guess I can understand her hatred for shopping, now that I think of it. I mean, who wouldn't hate it, if Ayame was always forcing you into slutty outfits?
What can I say? Ayame has a terrible sense of fashion when it comes to others. For some reason.
Strange, huh?
Sango gives a small gasp, as she holds up a black and pink halter top dress.
"What do you think?" She questions, almost calmly, as she holds it up to herself.
"Perfect!"
Indeed it is. If only Miroku was here to see this..
I fight back a giggle, as I usher Sango into the changing room, and look about my surroundings.
That's when a welcoming sight meets my eyes, and a smile breaks across my face.
Am I lucky, or what?
Sango:
With a frustrated sigh, I glance at my reflection in the mirror, and my eyes widen.
Wow.
I love this dress!
I twirl around and watch as the skirt flares out and spins with me.
"Kagome! I'm coming out now!"
I unlock the door, humming under my breath, and open it with a grimacing smile.
"Kagome, don't you th… th…"
The words get caught in my throat.
Kagome isn't standing where I left her.
Someone else has taken her place - a someone, who is very unwelcome at this given moment.
Miroku.
His eyes widen in surprise - and I can only imagine the lecherous thoughts going through his head right now.
"Sango! You look positively… mouth watering." He smiles, 'charmingly', as his eyes rove over me.
Ok… completely awkward.
He grabs a hold of my hands, and kisses them gently, causing me to blush and look away.
I don't have the energy to fight him off right now. And it's Kagome's fault too. If she hadn't dragged me through store, after store, I would have enough stamina to kick him into next week.
Speaking of Kagome…
Huffily, my eyes seek her out, and sure enough, there she is by the door.
She gives me the thumbs up, and leaves.
TRAITOR!
Kagome:
I hum to myself, as I walk up to the figure on the bench, who is regarding me skeptically.
"What took you so long?" He demands, as he moves a plastic bag over, so I can sit beside him.
"Sorry- I had to stay and watch Sango make a fool out of herself." I reply, with a short laugh.
Inuyasha snorts.
"Sango? Make a fool of herself, for Miroku? She clearly hates him."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Or, so you think… whatcha got there?"
He shrugs, as he tosses the bag at me, and I rifle through, hungrily.
Cola flavored Kit Kat's, a bottle of melon soda, and an ice-cream bar.
"Help yourself."
My eyes snap to his face, as my stomach screams a silent, 'YES!"
"Really?" I ask, forcefully, as my hand snakes towards the ice-cream bar.
He shrugs again.
"You have to share though."
I give a little groan, but never the less, I peel off the wrapping on the ice-cream bar, and take a bite.
Mmmm… cold, ice-creamy goodness! I pull it towards me for another bite, but my arm is tugged in the other direction, as it heads into Inuyasha's waiting mouth.
W-whoa?
My face takes on a burning sensation, my heart's all a flutter.
He licks the remainder of some ice cream off his lips.
"Mm…. that's good." He tells me, as he lets go of my hand, and I self-consciously pull it back towards me.
That… that didn't count as a kiss did it? An indirect one?
Worries invading my thoughts, I nervously, and unconsciously, bring the ice cream to my lips, and as I taste the coolness, of the green tea in my mouth, I also get a cold sensation on my cheek.
Inuyasha smirks, and laughs.
"Nice job, Kagome." he snorts, "You've got a little somthin' right here." He points cockily, to his own cheek with a sort of wicked grin.
My face growing warmer, I reach up and tentatively wipe the back of my hand across my cheek.
Inuyasha rolls his eyes, which probably means I didn't' t get it.
"Right here, idiot." He sighs, as he leans forward, and smoothes his hand over my cheek.
My heart stutters in my chest- threatening failure. I swear. Spending time with Inuyasha gets me one step closer to death.
Crap.
I don't want to die.
But as I glance at his pinkened face, and averted, golden eyes, which are darkened with evening shadows, I wonder if it'll be a broken heart - not a failed, one, that will kill me.
But that was before I mentally slapped my self silly.
Take that, stupid hormones, and silly daydreams! Take that Inuyasha! Take that heart! And that and that, and that…
This is going to be an interesting evening.
Sango:
"And, please tell me again, Miroku, why we are taking this train?" I ask of him, as I stare out the window at the growing dark, forest we are going through.
"I just thought you might be interested in joining me to my favorite spot." He replies nonchalantly, as if he takes girls off to the middle of nowhere all the time.
Which knowing him…
I'd rather gouge my eyeballs out then think of him and another girl… alone in a forest…
EW! Miroku has DEFINATLEY rubbed off on me!
Should I make my escape?
I consider for a moment, then decide against it. No energy left.
Damn Kagome.
If something happens to me - Someone sue Kagome for me, ok?
As the train comes to a stop, Miroku takes my hand, and leads me off, and out of the station.
We're in the middle of absolute nowhere.
Go figure.
But WHY is there a train station in the middle of nowhere?
Don't ask me.
I'm as clueless as the next girl.
For some reason, I find myself glaring at Miroku - until he turns around that is.
I throw him a wide smile at his curious gaze, then immediately revert to glowering, as he looks on ahead, and pulls me up the steep side of a hill.
"Here we are!" He announces cheerfully, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
"Here?" I ask skeptically, looking about.
Absolutely nothing close, that I can see… at least I know that the Train station is fifteen minutes away.
Shit.
What have I gotten myself into?
Kagome:
I smile at him wickedly, from where we slay on the grass, staring into each others eyes.
"I'm going to win." He taunts me, unblinkingly.
"You're head's going to explode." I respond, unwaveringly.
"Keh. Not in my lifetime."
"Sure, sure…"
We stare at each other for another moment or so.
"There's that freak Hobo, or whatever, behind you."
"Yeah right."
If he's going to play, dirty, so am I.
So the most random, awful words, that make me blush, pop out of my mouth.
"You're really handsome - you know that?"
He blinks, not once, but twice.
"Hah!" I exclaim, "I win! I win!"
He looks positively stunned, then he looks livid.
"It's not nice to play with peoples feelings, Kagome."
I glance at him.
"Huh?"
"You said I was handsome."
It's my turn to blink.
"I- I did?'
He nods.
For some reason I can't remember.
"Don't say things that aren't true." He huffs, sitting up, and turning away from me.
More words force themselves past my lips.
"I never said they weren't true." I mutter to his back, then clap a hand over my mouth in surprise.
What is wrong with me? I keep blurting stupid things out, left and right. And embarrassing things at the same time.
Inuyasha is SO not handsome. He is not… he is…
I blush, as his golden eyes meet mine, and I manage a "I don't know where that came from." before I glance away troubled.
Damn it. He IS rather attractive.
How am I supposed to deal with this sort of new info? I don't know.
Any pointers, world? World? Are you there? Hello?
It's decided. I'm insane.
I glance at him again, and he's giving me this really, REALLY, strange, and intense look.
"Um… Inuyasha?" I whisper, and his eyes soften as they look over my face.
Am I… uh.. Missing something?
His hand slowly falls onto mine, and he throws me a small, uncertain smile.
My heart gives a jolt.
I then have the strangest impulse. To touch him.
Miroku's out there? Get your minds out of the gutter. I'm warning you.
I want to run my hands through his long silver hair, and to stare forever into the sunny golden depths of his eyes. I want to have his hand in mine, and…
I blush.
I DO NOT FEEL THIS WAY TOWARDS INUYASHA!
I can't.
It's be…
I can't… I don't…
I…
"I need to go now." I hurriedly tell him, jumping to my, feet, decidedly flustered, as I grab my bag, "I.. umm.. I had a fun time."
I then run off, my face searing hot, and my heart warning me.
Don't fall in love.
Yet, I'm beginning to wonder if that's what it's saying.
Inuyasha:
I blink after her confused.
I feel SOMETHING for her. I just don't know what.
It's similar to the feelings I think I have for Kikyo - but vastly different at the same time.
Do I?
I shrug the idea off, to think of later, when I won't be able to sleep, and head home, with a rumbling stomach.
Ramen, here I come.
Miroku:
I sit beside Sango, watching the skies, as she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.
She finally trusts me - at least a little, and for the moment.'
Sango. She's been jumpy and nervous this whole, time, scowling at me, when she thinks I'm not looking.
I wonder if she'd be surprised if I told her she was the first woman who actually felt important to me.
Hmm…
Next thing I know, I'm leaning over her, hoping she won't kill me.
Sango:
The night wind tousles my hair, and I smile to myself.
I'm actually enjoying myself here. Miroku isn't as bad as I keep making myself believe. He can keep a promise.
I feel a warmth flood over my face, and the scent of something like spearmint wafts on the breeze.
It's a pleasant scent. Actually it's very… refreshing.
With a small sigh I move my head a bit, and feel something bump up against my nose.
Curiously, I open my eyes, to find myself, literately, nose to nose, with Miroku.
With a gasp, I push him back, and sit, up, eyes wide, and face red, as Miroku stares at me blankly.
"Wha- what were you… Miroku?"
He blinks and looks somewhat sad.
"I'm sorry Sango - I-I don't know what came over me."
He didn't know what came over him.
He didn't care.
Of course not.
He's a perverted, womanizing 'monk'.
And I'm just another female to him.
Why should he care?
Why should I care?
Something tells me, deep, deep down, that I should.
Naraku:
I hang up as soon as Kikyo informs me.
The dance. With Inuyasha Youkai.
Anger boils up inside me
He will pay.
I smirk to myself, as I began planning.
I guarantee it.
a/n: Thanks for reading! Next chapter... the dance! * dramatic music plays in background *
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