Hey guys, Review and let me know what you think of this chapter!

This is my first fanfiction.

Just testing out a different writing style.

The Pairing will be SesshomaruXKagome.

Thanks!

Bold/Italics-Memories

Italics-Thoughts

Chapter One

"Kagome…?" Gentle tapping fills the room, Barely rousing me from my sleep.

"Yes?" I question if she can hear my answer back. I lift up slightly my head pounding, The angry red of my alarm clock glaring back at me in bold numbers 5:25am.

Why is Sango waking me up this early...on a Sunday!?

The door creaks open just barely and I see her peeking in from the crack. "Hey, just checking in, did you want to hit the gym this morning?" I want to laugh, more than that I want to curl up back under the blankets and pretend this isn't happening right now. My eyes roll in to my head

"Ughhhhhhhhhh...I guess I did promise you every sunday." The door swings open wide, and she is already dressed in her pink and black workout clothes, and her hair tied up in a high ponytail. "Awesome! I thought we might've drank to much last night but that doesn't seem to be the case!" A large smile showing her teeth, and I fall back into my pillow face first.

"Goooood Morning, Ladies." Miroku is waving at us as we enter, with his signature grin on his face. "I am surprised you both are here this morning after the night last night!" His voice echoing in the empty foyer of the gym. I see Sango's strained smile, and notice her eyes trailing to his chest. Chest...I look down and see his name tag is upside and his shirt is inside out. "I'm surprised you made it here Hoshi, seeing you barely could dress yourself." Her playful but honest jab causes him to look around himself frantically. "I...I can barely believe this myself." Stuttering, he excuses himself to the back to rearrange his clothing.

"Wow, I know last night was intense for us considering we went to the Fuse but I didn't think we would've cramped Miroku's style that much." Sango glances towards me, and her broad smile never falling. "I know you barely remember what happened also Kagome, but Inuyasha had Miroku doing shots all night with him." I giggle, and pull my black hair up into a ponytail as some of my memory brushes up to the surface.

"Aw, come on you big wuss, why want'cha bet me?" Inuyasha is setting shots of whiskey down in front of himself and Miroku. " I bet not a single lady in here, demon or human, or hell even half demon will take you up on your stupid offer." His fang catching on his bottom lip in a cheeky grin. "Oh Inuyasha, I beg to differ. I truly think someone in this fine establishment would love to take me up on my offer." They already had a few drinks under their belt probably sporting a mild buzz at this point. "I bet you for every rejection you get Miroku, you have to take a shot with me. Hell till you can't take anymore." Miroku stands and extends his hand. "I accept." Sango is giggling next to me.

He's definitely a goner. I am sure of it. Inuyasha is going to have to carry him out of here for sure.

Inuyasha's golden eyes roam around the table and they meet with mine. My heart thundering inside my chest and I can only hope his demonic hearing doesn't pick up on it. "You hear that 'Gome. He's gonna have to keep his word. So you and Sango gonna have to keep tally of this and make sure he's drinking his fair share of shots." Sango agrees, and pulls her phone out. "Okay, we are ready to see this failure that's for sure!" Miroku places his hand over his heart. "My dear Sango, you wound me so easily with you careless words." Her giggling turns into snorting, as she calls the bartender over to order two more beers for us.

Miroku proceeds to remove his black hair for the ponytail he has it in, and lets it fall to his shoulders. He tries to pull some of his wrinkles out of his purple button up, and proceeds to the bar to find the first unlucky lady of the night.

The slap that fills the air is answer enough to his question, and the first round begins.

"Hey, that's not fair, I remember some of it!" I say as we start up on the ellipticals. "How many times did he fail again?" Sango is on a higher setting than mine, her body used to more of an extreme workout compared to me. She tones it down on Sundays just for me.

"Hmm, I am pretty sure it was at least 12. At least that's when I stopped counting, and it wasn't long after that, that Inuyasha and him had to get a cab home." I look down at my reflection in the screen of the machine, and almost feel myself deflating.

Inuyasha.

Inuyasha his name always sends my heart fluttering. My best friend...My soon to be married best friend. Silver haired. Dog eared, Golden eyed, Handsome best friend.

The one I could always go to for everything and anything.

The one I thought I'd be with...if only I had been more confident, and said something sooner or acted on my feelings. I'd be where she was now.

My face falls more, and I almost want to cry. That's why we went out last night to celebrate as a group for his new engagement. His soon to be wife...Kikyo...She was enjoying a girls night at a Spa with her best friends so you know unfortunately couldn't attend our get together.

That's why I have such a massive hangover this morning.

I can feel Sango's concerned brown eyes on me, she wants to ask but I know she'll avoid the topic until I am ready to talk about it.

" So you know, I wonder if Miroku will be okay working today?" My voice catching slightly. Sango gives a small smile as sweat starts to collect on her forehead. "I am sure he will but fine, but we have to get a good workout in for us to be okay."

I give her a major frown, and pull my earbuds out of my pocket with one hand. "Alright, Alright I know you aren't going to let me slack on today just because of last night."

"You're damn right I am not going to let you slack." She says as she powers through to a higher setting.