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six people.. Well last time Naraku just said he would take Kagome home
after she gets done with the mall.. Well this Ch. starts off when she is
at the mall at sango's work..
Ch.2
The only reason I went to the mall was that Sango gets a forty-percent discount on everything Anthropology sells.I took three pairs of jeans into the dressing room, and Sango tossed a shiny brown miniskirt over the door.
"Try this,"she urged. "Show off your fabulous legs." "You know I'm not really into skirts,"I called. I like more comfortable cloths ---jeans and flannel shirts. I hardly ever dress up. "I think it's time you got into skirts,"Sango announced,opening my dressing room door a crack and handing me a yellow-and-green patterned blouse. "Well..." "Trust me. It's my job to know these things." she closed the door and waited in front of the floor,and I could see Sango tapping her foot in anticipation. I slipped on the miniskirt and funky blouse, cautiously emerged from the dressing room, and presented myself to Sango. "Well?" I asked. "Fantastic,"she declared, shoving me toward a full-length mirror."Look at you!" "You think?" I studied my reflection. Lately I'd been running three miles every moring before school, so I was in pretty good shape.
"Shows off you best features. Your legs and your boobs." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Sango." I whipped around and glared at her, covering my chest with my arms.
Sango shrugged."All I'm saying is you got it, so you might as well flaunt it. And I bet InuYasha will love you in that outfit!" I sighed."Will you cut it out with this InuYasha-has-a-crush-on-me thing? Don't you have other customers to attend to or anything?" Sango looked startled." All right, all right, relax. But believe me-- you look killer in that outfit." She picked up a pair of scissors. "Do you want to take it?" I nodded. " I guess so. If you really think it looks good."
" I do. Keep it on." She cut off the price tags with the scissors. "I'll ring you up and put your other cloths in a shopping bag."
" I should have just taken the bus," I muttered, rubbing my hands up my arms to keep warm. I had been standing outside the main entrance of the mall for twenty minutes. Naraku was nowhere in sight. A cold breeze had replaced the hot afternoon air and I didn't have a jacket. I checked my watch for the tenth time. Where was he?
At eight o'clock I finally decided to call home for a ride.I had just pulled open the big glass door to the mall when I spotted Naraku's blck convertible. He came to a loud, screeching stop directly in front of me, polluting the clean night air with exhaust fumes.
Naraku, adorned in a black T--shirt and black jeans, leaned across the front seat and opened the passenger door. He gave a low whistle and nodded at my new clothes. "Nice."
I felt myself blush. I hoped Naraku didn't think I was all dressed up for him. "Thanks," I said, quickly sliding into the car. "Cold?" Naraku asked. "A little." "Here." He threw his black leather jacket on my lap. "Uh, thanks. What took you so long?" I asked. "Gas." "Gas?" I repeated "There was a line," he said, screeching out of the parking lot. A half-hour line? I wondered, sitting back in my seat. The ride got off to a pretty bad start. And it didn't get better. Naraku sped around corners as I shivered in the front seat beneath his leather jacket. After several minutes of silence, Naraku asked,"Are you hungry?" My stomach had started to feel rather empty. I hadn't eaten since the bagel I had for lunch. "Sort of," I said, thinking we could catch a drive-- through window on our way to my house. " We could stop off at Houston's," he suggested. "It's on the way." I was surpised. I mean, Houston's is a great food is always good-- burgers and nachos and huge salads and stuff. There's always a lot of seniors from my high school there. It's one of my brother's favorite spots-- I often went there with him and InuYasha. "Well,okay," I agreed. Maybe I'd even run into Miroku and InuYasha there and catch a ride home with them. "That shouldn't take long." "In a hurry?" Naraku sounded annoyed. "Uh, no." I've jsut got bunch of things to do at home," I said. Naraku didn't respond. He got on the freeway and took the car up to eighty miles an hour. The top was still down---I had to hold my hair to my head to keep it from getting into a completely tangled mess. Thankfully, traffic forced him to ride the brake for a while. He turned the music back up--- louder than before. As I tried to tune out the sounds, I began to wonder what I was doing in Naraku's car in the first place. I'd never really hung out with Naaku before. Now I starting to see why Miroku wasn't so crazy about him. Miroku said he could be a lot of fun, buthe could also be selfish. Well,I was seeing the selfish side-- and the fun side was nowhere in sight. I glanced over at Naraku. His hair flew in the wind and his hands thumped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He swerved in and out of traffic, cutting off a Honda driven by a guy with white hair and a beard. "Be careful!" I cried. Naraku just laughed. Ugh, I thought. But think positive--- maybe dinner won't take long. So much for the power of optimism. There was a half-hour wait at Houston's. "Look, I really should get home,"I told Naraku. "Why don't we just skipped- ---" "Nah, the wait is never as long as they say it is,"Naraku interrupted. "Here's your beeper," the hostess said. She held out a small blue pager. "It will vibrate when your table is ready." I reached for the beeper, but Naraku snatched it out of her hand. "Hey, can you put us in front of those other people on the list?" he asked her. "No," the hostess said with a frown. "They were here first. Why don't you guys go wait in the bar?" I was about to tell her we were too young to sit at the bar, but Naraku grabbed my hand, pushed a few strangers out of our way, and settled us on two empty bar stools. What am I supposed to do? I wondered. Naraku was being sort of rude. But I wasn't scared or anything. I mean, Miroku was friends with this guy. Plus, I didn't want to make a scene. So I decided to ride things out for a while. At least I'd get to eat. Naraku orered himself a beer. This night is getting pretty bad, I thought. "Can I see your ID?" asked the bartender. He was wearing a "Hello, I'M Dave, Welcome to Houstion's" button. Naraku displayed on obviously fake license without hesitation. The bartender studied the ID for a moment. Then he nodded and poped open a bottole of Budweiser, handing it to Naraku. " Thanks,Dave," Naraku sneered. "And for you, miss?" Dave asked me. "Just an orange juice, thanks." "You have a fake ID?" I said when the bartender had moved to outher customers. "Yup. Looks real, huh?" Naraku siad,proudly showing me a bogus driver's license with his picture on it: Jerry Schuler, California, born September 3,1976.(bogus is right in California?) "Definitely looks real," I answered insincerely. Obviously, Naraku didn't realize the fake ID made him look like a real jerk. What did Miroku and InuYasha see in this guy? He was totally unimpressive. Naraku began drinking his beer in huge gulps. I scanned the room, hoping to see someone I knew who I could bum a ride with. "So," Naraku said between swallows, "tell me a little something about you Kagome." What a line! I had to hold myself back from laughing. It was almost as if he were hitting on me. "What do you want to know?" I asked. Naraku leered at me. "Well, I know you're Miroku sister, and he's a cool guy, so it probably runs in the family." "Uh, yeah," I said cautiously. "And I know you're run in the family," I said. Naraku took another swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his friend."Actualy, I just met your brother's friend InuYasha this semester, so we're not really that close. But we hang out sometimes." "Oh." What was he trying to say? "I bet kids used to make fun of his first name. You know, his name means Dog demon." (I think that it) "Yeah," I said unenthusiastically. The alcohol had made Naraku talktive. But I couldn't really figure out what he was getting at. But I knew one thing if he said one more word about InuYasha I was going to slap the crap out of him. "So, what esle?" I felt uncomgortable--- I mean, was he sxpecting me to tell him my IQ? My dreams and goals? My best and worst qualities? I wanted to get out of there. But so far I hadn't spotted anyone I knew. Naraku was still my only hope for a ride home. "Well," I said, gazing at the crowded dining room."I really love Houston's." That was honest. "Yeah," he agreed. "And I hate not being able to drive." He looked me up and down."It can't be that bad when you can get a ride with me," he said. (yeah right) I laughed-- I couldn't help it. He wasn't serious, was he? Then I saw the look on his face and I knew he was serious. He was hitting on me! And this guy off the bar stool. "Hey, Dave," Naraku called to the bartender. "Send another beer to my table." Oh,wonderful, I thought. Now I was getting worried. How was he supposed to drive hime if he was drinking? Maybe I could make him stop after two. Maybe I should call my parents... We followed the hostess through the massive crowd to a small table in the corner. Naraku saw some friends of his along the way, and he stopped to say hi and steal french fries off the plates. "This is Kagome", he said, presenting me to a group of seniors I recognized but didn't know. " She is Miroku little sister." I smiled, through it wasn't easy. I felt like an idiot. The tall brown guy nudged Naraku in the ribs and Naraku grinned. "Doesn't she talk?" he asked Naraku, as if I weren't right there in front of them. "Only to people she likes." "Hello." I said loudly. "Guess she likes me," the guy siad. His girlfriend grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to his seat. I wanted to disappear. Naraku was acting so strange. Besides, this was clearly an all--seniors crowd, and without my brother or InuYasha, I was totally out of place. The hostess was growing impatient. She pointed at our table and walked away, so I pulled Naraku gently by his jacket. "Later," he said to his friends. He threw himself into his seat and stared at me. "You know," he said, leaning across the table, his face close to mine, "if I didn't know you were Miroku little sister..." He shook his head. "Well anyway." I took a sip of water. I didn't want to know where that thought led. "Well, thanks for giving me a ride," I replied, trying not to stress the fact that this whole night meant nothing more to me than transportation and a little food. Which I intended to pay for myself. "The only other sophomore I ever went out with was Kikyou," he said thoughtfully. "She was pretty cool." Omg I can't believe this Kikyou come on man, and other sophomore! I needed to end it as quickly as possible. The waiter brought Naraku's second beer and the menus. I scanned mine to find the meals that would require the least amount of time to prepare. I narrowed it down to three options: onion soup, which is cooked in huge pots and sits on the stove all night;nachos,which they probably just threw into the microwave;and salads. How long could it take to throw together a salad? "I'll have the oriental chicken salad," I said when our waiter returned. "Bacon cheeseburger," Naraku ordered. "Well done. And potato skins." The waiter scribbled down our order and proceeded to another table. Terrific,I thought. The burger would take at least ten minutes, the skins even longer. Plus, the place was packed. I was going to be stuck there for a while. "So, I figured we could take a drive after dinner." Naraku told me. "Well, I'd really love a drive home," I replied. Naraku laughed. Did he think I was kidding? " I know this place outside the city," he said, raising his eyebrows. "You know, a place that's not so crowded." "I don't think so." I shook my head. He looked amused, as if he didn't believe me. "Why not?" I took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, Naraku,"I begun, "this was not supposed to be a date." I checked my watch. "Second, my curfew's in about half and hour, so I can't" "That stinks about your curfew," Naraku said. Clearly he had chosen to ignore my first comment. "Half and hour?" "Yup!" " You sure?" "I'm positive," I said. "I bet you can stretch it---just a little? I'll make it worth your while!~!" He murmured. GROSS! I thought. He's getting totally out of control!~! "No. I can't be late," I insisted. "Great," he said, sounding as annoyed as he had when we'd gotten stuck in traffic. He peeled the label off his beer bottle. Then he slumped back in his chair. "What's the use," he muttered. "InuYasha probably has first dibs on you anyway." He tilte his head back and downed most of his beer. "Wha?" My annoyance suddenly turned into curiosity. "What are you talking about?" Did Naraku pick up on the same vibe Sango did? Nah, I knew better now than to believe anything Naraku said. "Nothing. I'm talking about absolutely nothing," he said, a strange half smile on his face. Then his eyes focused on something behind me. "Speak of the devil, there's InuYasha. Down at the other end, see?" I turned around and saw InuYasha sitting at a table with Kikyou! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* To be continue!~! Hey guys if you just review me on my first ch. I'm sorry for not saying you cause when I first check their was 6 reviews ok so Thanks everybody!~! I Heather Wilks loves you guys
Ch.2
The only reason I went to the mall was that Sango gets a forty-percent discount on everything Anthropology sells.I took three pairs of jeans into the dressing room, and Sango tossed a shiny brown miniskirt over the door.
"Try this,"she urged. "Show off your fabulous legs." "You know I'm not really into skirts,"I called. I like more comfortable cloths ---jeans and flannel shirts. I hardly ever dress up. "I think it's time you got into skirts,"Sango announced,opening my dressing room door a crack and handing me a yellow-and-green patterned blouse. "Well..." "Trust me. It's my job to know these things." she closed the door and waited in front of the floor,and I could see Sango tapping her foot in anticipation. I slipped on the miniskirt and funky blouse, cautiously emerged from the dressing room, and presented myself to Sango. "Well?" I asked. "Fantastic,"she declared, shoving me toward a full-length mirror."Look at you!" "You think?" I studied my reflection. Lately I'd been running three miles every moring before school, so I was in pretty good shape.
"Shows off you best features. Your legs and your boobs." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Sango." I whipped around and glared at her, covering my chest with my arms.
Sango shrugged."All I'm saying is you got it, so you might as well flaunt it. And I bet InuYasha will love you in that outfit!" I sighed."Will you cut it out with this InuYasha-has-a-crush-on-me thing? Don't you have other customers to attend to or anything?" Sango looked startled." All right, all right, relax. But believe me-- you look killer in that outfit." She picked up a pair of scissors. "Do you want to take it?" I nodded. " I guess so. If you really think it looks good."
" I do. Keep it on." She cut off the price tags with the scissors. "I'll ring you up and put your other cloths in a shopping bag."
" I should have just taken the bus," I muttered, rubbing my hands up my arms to keep warm. I had been standing outside the main entrance of the mall for twenty minutes. Naraku was nowhere in sight. A cold breeze had replaced the hot afternoon air and I didn't have a jacket. I checked my watch for the tenth time. Where was he?
At eight o'clock I finally decided to call home for a ride.I had just pulled open the big glass door to the mall when I spotted Naraku's blck convertible. He came to a loud, screeching stop directly in front of me, polluting the clean night air with exhaust fumes.
Naraku, adorned in a black T--shirt and black jeans, leaned across the front seat and opened the passenger door. He gave a low whistle and nodded at my new clothes. "Nice."
I felt myself blush. I hoped Naraku didn't think I was all dressed up for him. "Thanks," I said, quickly sliding into the car. "Cold?" Naraku asked. "A little." "Here." He threw his black leather jacket on my lap. "Uh, thanks. What took you so long?" I asked. "Gas." "Gas?" I repeated "There was a line," he said, screeching out of the parking lot. A half-hour line? I wondered, sitting back in my seat. The ride got off to a pretty bad start. And it didn't get better. Naraku sped around corners as I shivered in the front seat beneath his leather jacket. After several minutes of silence, Naraku asked,"Are you hungry?" My stomach had started to feel rather empty. I hadn't eaten since the bagel I had for lunch. "Sort of," I said, thinking we could catch a drive-- through window on our way to my house. " We could stop off at Houston's," he suggested. "It's on the way." I was surpised. I mean, Houston's is a great food is always good-- burgers and nachos and huge salads and stuff. There's always a lot of seniors from my high school there. It's one of my brother's favorite spots-- I often went there with him and InuYasha. "Well,okay," I agreed. Maybe I'd even run into Miroku and InuYasha there and catch a ride home with them. "That shouldn't take long." "In a hurry?" Naraku sounded annoyed. "Uh, no." I've jsut got bunch of things to do at home," I said. Naraku didn't respond. He got on the freeway and took the car up to eighty miles an hour. The top was still down---I had to hold my hair to my head to keep it from getting into a completely tangled mess. Thankfully, traffic forced him to ride the brake for a while. He turned the music back up--- louder than before. As I tried to tune out the sounds, I began to wonder what I was doing in Naraku's car in the first place. I'd never really hung out with Naaku before. Now I starting to see why Miroku wasn't so crazy about him. Miroku said he could be a lot of fun, buthe could also be selfish. Well,I was seeing the selfish side-- and the fun side was nowhere in sight. I glanced over at Naraku. His hair flew in the wind and his hands thumped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He swerved in and out of traffic, cutting off a Honda driven by a guy with white hair and a beard. "Be careful!" I cried. Naraku just laughed. Ugh, I thought. But think positive--- maybe dinner won't take long. So much for the power of optimism. There was a half-hour wait at Houston's. "Look, I really should get home,"I told Naraku. "Why don't we just skipped- ---" "Nah, the wait is never as long as they say it is,"Naraku interrupted. "Here's your beeper," the hostess said. She held out a small blue pager. "It will vibrate when your table is ready." I reached for the beeper, but Naraku snatched it out of her hand. "Hey, can you put us in front of those other people on the list?" he asked her. "No," the hostess said with a frown. "They were here first. Why don't you guys go wait in the bar?" I was about to tell her we were too young to sit at the bar, but Naraku grabbed my hand, pushed a few strangers out of our way, and settled us on two empty bar stools. What am I supposed to do? I wondered. Naraku was being sort of rude. But I wasn't scared or anything. I mean, Miroku was friends with this guy. Plus, I didn't want to make a scene. So I decided to ride things out for a while. At least I'd get to eat. Naraku orered himself a beer. This night is getting pretty bad, I thought. "Can I see your ID?" asked the bartender. He was wearing a "Hello, I'M Dave, Welcome to Houstion's" button. Naraku displayed on obviously fake license without hesitation. The bartender studied the ID for a moment. Then he nodded and poped open a bottole of Budweiser, handing it to Naraku. " Thanks,Dave," Naraku sneered. "And for you, miss?" Dave asked me. "Just an orange juice, thanks." "You have a fake ID?" I said when the bartender had moved to outher customers. "Yup. Looks real, huh?" Naraku siad,proudly showing me a bogus driver's license with his picture on it: Jerry Schuler, California, born September 3,1976.(bogus is right in California?) "Definitely looks real," I answered insincerely. Obviously, Naraku didn't realize the fake ID made him look like a real jerk. What did Miroku and InuYasha see in this guy? He was totally unimpressive. Naraku began drinking his beer in huge gulps. I scanned the room, hoping to see someone I knew who I could bum a ride with. "So," Naraku said between swallows, "tell me a little something about you Kagome." What a line! I had to hold myself back from laughing. It was almost as if he were hitting on me. "What do you want to know?" I asked. Naraku leered at me. "Well, I know you're Miroku sister, and he's a cool guy, so it probably runs in the family." "Uh, yeah," I said cautiously. "And I know you're run in the family," I said. Naraku took another swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his friend."Actualy, I just met your brother's friend InuYasha this semester, so we're not really that close. But we hang out sometimes." "Oh." What was he trying to say? "I bet kids used to make fun of his first name. You know, his name means Dog demon." (I think that it) "Yeah," I said unenthusiastically. The alcohol had made Naraku talktive. But I couldn't really figure out what he was getting at. But I knew one thing if he said one more word about InuYasha I was going to slap the crap out of him. "So, what esle?" I felt uncomgortable--- I mean, was he sxpecting me to tell him my IQ? My dreams and goals? My best and worst qualities? I wanted to get out of there. But so far I hadn't spotted anyone I knew. Naraku was still my only hope for a ride home. "Well," I said, gazing at the crowded dining room."I really love Houston's." That was honest. "Yeah," he agreed. "And I hate not being able to drive." He looked me up and down."It can't be that bad when you can get a ride with me," he said. (yeah right) I laughed-- I couldn't help it. He wasn't serious, was he? Then I saw the look on his face and I knew he was serious. He was hitting on me! And this guy off the bar stool. "Hey, Dave," Naraku called to the bartender. "Send another beer to my table." Oh,wonderful, I thought. Now I was getting worried. How was he supposed to drive hime if he was drinking? Maybe I could make him stop after two. Maybe I should call my parents... We followed the hostess through the massive crowd to a small table in the corner. Naraku saw some friends of his along the way, and he stopped to say hi and steal french fries off the plates. "This is Kagome", he said, presenting me to a group of seniors I recognized but didn't know. " She is Miroku little sister." I smiled, through it wasn't easy. I felt like an idiot. The tall brown guy nudged Naraku in the ribs and Naraku grinned. "Doesn't she talk?" he asked Naraku, as if I weren't right there in front of them. "Only to people she likes." "Hello." I said loudly. "Guess she likes me," the guy siad. His girlfriend grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to his seat. I wanted to disappear. Naraku was acting so strange. Besides, this was clearly an all--seniors crowd, and without my brother or InuYasha, I was totally out of place. The hostess was growing impatient. She pointed at our table and walked away, so I pulled Naraku gently by his jacket. "Later," he said to his friends. He threw himself into his seat and stared at me. "You know," he said, leaning across the table, his face close to mine, "if I didn't know you were Miroku little sister..." He shook his head. "Well anyway." I took a sip of water. I didn't want to know where that thought led. "Well, thanks for giving me a ride," I replied, trying not to stress the fact that this whole night meant nothing more to me than transportation and a little food. Which I intended to pay for myself. "The only other sophomore I ever went out with was Kikyou," he said thoughtfully. "She was pretty cool." Omg I can't believe this Kikyou come on man, and other sophomore! I needed to end it as quickly as possible. The waiter brought Naraku's second beer and the menus. I scanned mine to find the meals that would require the least amount of time to prepare. I narrowed it down to three options: onion soup, which is cooked in huge pots and sits on the stove all night;nachos,which they probably just threw into the microwave;and salads. How long could it take to throw together a salad? "I'll have the oriental chicken salad," I said when our waiter returned. "Bacon cheeseburger," Naraku ordered. "Well done. And potato skins." The waiter scribbled down our order and proceeded to another table. Terrific,I thought. The burger would take at least ten minutes, the skins even longer. Plus, the place was packed. I was going to be stuck there for a while. "So, I figured we could take a drive after dinner." Naraku told me. "Well, I'd really love a drive home," I replied. Naraku laughed. Did he think I was kidding? " I know this place outside the city," he said, raising his eyebrows. "You know, a place that's not so crowded." "I don't think so." I shook my head. He looked amused, as if he didn't believe me. "Why not?" I took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, Naraku,"I begun, "this was not supposed to be a date." I checked my watch. "Second, my curfew's in about half and hour, so I can't" "That stinks about your curfew," Naraku said. Clearly he had chosen to ignore my first comment. "Half and hour?" "Yup!" " You sure?" "I'm positive," I said. "I bet you can stretch it---just a little? I'll make it worth your while!~!" He murmured. GROSS! I thought. He's getting totally out of control!~! "No. I can't be late," I insisted. "Great," he said, sounding as annoyed as he had when we'd gotten stuck in traffic. He peeled the label off his beer bottle. Then he slumped back in his chair. "What's the use," he muttered. "InuYasha probably has first dibs on you anyway." He tilte his head back and downed most of his beer. "Wha?" My annoyance suddenly turned into curiosity. "What are you talking about?" Did Naraku pick up on the same vibe Sango did? Nah, I knew better now than to believe anything Naraku said. "Nothing. I'm talking about absolutely nothing," he said, a strange half smile on his face. Then his eyes focused on something behind me. "Speak of the devil, there's InuYasha. Down at the other end, see?" I turned around and saw InuYasha sitting at a table with Kikyou! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* To be continue!~! Hey guys if you just review me on my first ch. I'm sorry for not saying you cause when I first check their was 6 reviews ok so Thanks everybody!~! I Heather Wilks loves you guys