"What the hell is up with that car?" Inuyasha growled. There was a car parked right outside his house, honking constantly. The whacko driver had even gotten out of his car and started flapping his arms around like a chicken. Inuyasha peered out his window and realized it was Miroku. It figured. Checking his watch, he noticed that Miroku was considerably early. Sighing, he opened up the front door and approached the car. Miroku look tired. "Didn't you hear me honking?" he asked Inuyasha. Inuyasha winced. "Who couldn't hear you?" he shot back at Miroku.
"If you heard me, why didn't you come outside?" Miroku hissed. "I thought you were some nut," Inuyasha retorted. Miroku looked nervous, hands fidgeting with his tuxedo jacket, and he constantly smoothed his tuxedo. "What's the matter with you?" Inuyasha asked in surprise.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Miroku blinked. "I mean," Inuyasha said, in an annoyed tone, "you're moving around like there are worms in your pants. Stop that!" he snapped, grabbing Miroku by the shoulders. Miroku grinned sheepishly. "More like butterflies in my stomach," he replied.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Oh brother. The guy actually thought he could pull off that line. "Ha ha ha," Inuyasha stated dryly. He shot a glance toward Miroku's car. Sango was already in the car, in the front passenger seat. This woman really had Miroku wired. In a way, it made Inuyasha angry. Didn't she care at all about what Miroku was doing for her? Miroku had obviously spent a lot of his time trying to make everything perfect for her. And she looked like someone had just died. Ugh. Women. Inuyasha began to question his sanity by agreeing to go on this date.
Sango kept her head lowered. Her ears were still buzzing from Miroku's little "symphony". When Miroku had first stopped by to pick her up, he had paused at the door. There was an uncomfortable silence. Then, hastily, he told her she was beautiful. She was shocked. Did Kagome know he was saying that to other women? Probably not. There was a bouquet of roses waiting in the car when they approached the parked car. She assumed that they were for Kagome. She didn't take a second glance at the roses.
Inuyasha glanced to Miroku's crestfallen face. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked in concern. Miroku was gazing at Sango with a burning intensity. This stirred something inside of Inuyasha. Something was really wrong.
Miroku couldn't keep his eyes off of her, not even for one minute. He was still confused by her words and behavior. When he opened the front car door for her, she had shaken her head. He was baffled. "Is there something wrong with sitting next to me?" he teased. She lifted her head to look up at him. "I'm sure Kagome would prefer sitting there," she had said in a mild tone. It was probably just an excuse to avoid sitting next to him. "Please?" he asked. "It'll be a lot more convenient," he added. Sango had finally given in, but there was a deafening silence the entire ride to Inuyasha's house.
Inuyasha patted Miroku on the back reassuringly. "She'll come around," he said. Miroku brightened up. "Alright, we've got one more stop! Let's go!" he said, cheerfully striding to his car. Inuyasha blinked. This guy switched personalities in a heartbeat. Which reminded Inuyasha that he had better wash his mouth out with soap. Nice words stained his image. He opened the back car door, sat down, and buckled his seatbelt. This was, he had to admit, a very nice car indeed. Black interior leather that was incredibly comfy to sit on, and-Inuyasha gasped. "Check out these window switches!" He pushed the switch, and the window rolled down. His eyes were wide open, like a little boy on Christmas Day. He amused himself the entire ride by playing with the window switch. Well, at least he wanted to. Miroku turned around halfway to Inuyasha's date's house and snapped, "Stop messing with my windows, or I'll throw you into the trunk!" Inuyasha kept his hands well to himself the rest of the way. Finally, the car stopped moving, as Miroku parked his car and turned off the engines at a house.
Miroku exited his car, walked up the front steps, and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Hiragashi's smiling face popped out, startling Miroku. "Ack!" he shouted, looking like he was ready to bolt. Then he realized who it was and relaxed. "Good evening, Mrs. Hiragashi. Is Kagome ready to leave yet?" he asked in a gentlemanly tone. "Miroku, be a dear and wait right here. I'll go get Kagome," Mrs. Hiragashi replied. She gently closed the door. A second later, Miroku heard Mrs. Hiragashi's booming voice. "Kagome! Your boyfriend is here! Remember not to get caught! And come up with a good excuse!" Miroku coughed, and blinked. Did he want to know? Nah.
A minute later, a red-faced Kagome opened the door and stepped outside. She quickly shut the door behind her. "Hi Miroku!" she exclaimed. "Hey, Kagome. You ready to go?" he asked. She nodded. "You look amazing," he admitted. She blushed. "Thank you, Miroku." Kagome looked past him, trying to get a glimpse of the people in Miroku's car. She could see Sango, and one other person. From where she was standing, he looked quite handsome. "Is that my date, Miroku?" Kagome asked excitedly. He nodded. "Wait a minute. What you just said to me-tell me you told Sango she looked beautiful too!" she shouted.
Miroku blinked and nodded. "Don't worry, I did! But I think I upset her when I said it," he admitted. "Hmm. She's still acting strange, I guess…" Kagome murmured thoughtfully. He only nodded in response. "Come on, Kagome. We don't want to keep our dates waiting," Miroku said in a sullen tone.
Inuyasha was getting impatient. What the hell was taking Miroku so long to walk up those damn front steps? And why were there so many front steps in the first place? Who the hell would put that many steps on their house? It was a conspiracy, he thought, to drive him crazy at guessing who his date was. "Oh, get on with it already, you bastard!" he yelled out the window. Too late he realized the window was closed. Sango turned around and blinked. "…Was that necessary?" she asked in sarcasm. He shrugged. "My bad." He saw a woman, probably his date's mother, open the door. Miroku and the woman had a brief conversation before she closed the door again. Suddenly, there was a loud shout. Inuyasha couldn't hear the name of whom the woman was calling to; it was blurred out, even with his sharp sense of hearing. Finally, his date stepped outside into the warm, gentle night sky. Inuyasha squinted. She looked kind of familiar, but he couldn't see that well. He pressed his face closer to the window…closer…closer…thwack! He hit the glass window at full force. "Ow…" he muttered. Sango blinked. "Miroku's going to kill you for smudging his windows," she announced calmly. These people were freaking nuts, and he had already seen Sango's bad temper. Imagine Miroku's temper!
Sango watched in mild amusement as Inuyasha hastily wiped the windows with his sleeve. "You missed a spot," she chided sarcastically. "Gee, thanks," Inuyasha said dryly. "No problem," she replied cheerfully.
Inuyasha wiped the window frantically as Miroku and his blind date neared the car. Damn it! The smudge wasn't coming off! This called for drastic measures! The only thing to do at this point was to breath on the window, and hope the humidity was enough to wipe the face smudge clean. Before he could get started, Sango shoved something in his face. "Tic tacs? What the hell, woman?" he shouted. Sango smirked. "You weren't planning to breathe on Miroku's shiny new windows with that foul smelling breath of yours, were you?" she asked, apparently very amused. Inuyasha growled at Sango, but tipped the box back into his mouth. He devoured the contents within several seconds. "You…do know you were only supposed to take one, right?" she asked. Inuyasha groaned. "Thanks for telling me," he snapped. "Better late than never," she quirked. He glared at her for a second, and then returned to cleaning the window. Finally, it worked. Clean at last! And as much as he hated to admit it, the window smelled pretty good. Miroku and Inuyasha's date were halfway to the car. Feeling the need to be a gentleman, Inuyasha stepped outside and prepared to hold the door open for "his lady". It would definitely make one hell of an impression. He smiled deviously to himself.
Aww…how sweet! Her date was already outside, holding the door open for her. Kagome smiled. As she neared Miroku's car closer and closer, she noticed that her date was remarkably familiar. He looked a lot like…"Inuyasha?"