Kagome picked at her food with her fork. "What's the matter, Kagome?" someone asked. "Huh?" Her head snapped up and her gaze met Miroku's own worried one. "You haven't touched your food. Are you alright?" he asked again. She managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry…" she replied. This time, Sango looked worried as well. Even Inuyasha looked worried. "Uh…I ate before I left. Sorry about wasting your money, Miroku," she hastily added. None of them looked too convinced, but they let the topic alone. Kagome shifted uneasily in her seat. It was then Inuyasha caught her attention. Trying not to glance at him, she could feel his penetrating stare, as if he could see into the depths of her very soul. What was he looking at? She had never felt so uneasy under his watch before, but it was a whole new game this time.
Inuyasha cursed under his breath. What the hell was that wench thinking? He had heard her stomach growling the entire ride to the damn restaurant! Hell, he bet all of Japan could hear her freakin' stomach! Was she on a diet or something? He had seen all those skinny super models or whatever. But not even Kagome would be stupid enough to try and be like that, would she?
Kagome's stomach growled, but she felt incredibly sick. Too sick to touch her food, anyhow. She didn't know what was wrong with her…her heart was racing, and her breathing was shallow and rough. Nothing fever-like, and she knew she wasn't on a diet. So what could be wrong with her? Wait. Her "symptoms" hadn't occurred…until…she glanced to her left, peering out of the corner of her eye. Inuyasha was wolfing down his food, amidst a shocked Sango and horrified Miroku. Was it Inuyasha's presence that was making her feel this way? No, no…it couldn't be. Well, whatever it was, she wanted it to go away. She was ruining Miroku and Sango's big dinner. Kagome rose to her feet immediately, the chair scraping the marble floor as it was pushed back hastily.
Sango glanced up sharply at Kagome. "Kagome? What's the matter?" Kagome looked very ill. What was the matter with her? Sango glanced worriedly at Miroku. His response was a shrug. He had no clue what was wrong with her either.
Kagome clasped a hand to her mouth. "I…don't feel so well. Excuse me!" she practically whispered as she dashed off to the rest room. She was too weak to speak, let alone run, but she needed to get out of there. She reached the security of the women's rest area. Only to be interrupted by Inuyasha.
Inuyasha's eyes had followed Kagome's rapid movements. Where the hell did she think she was going? Growling, he arose from his seat and chased after her, his movements undetected by Kagome. He had not just spent half the night watching Sango and Miroku making "lovey-dovey" faces at another only to be abandoned by the only near-sane person in the group. Damn. She had entered the women's room. The forbidden area to all men. He groaned. He had practically thrown all his pride away tonight anyway, so what the hell? Inuyasha burst into the women's room, finding Kagome's shocked face.
"What are you doing in here?" she hissed angrily. Of all the perverted things to do! Following her into the rest room? How uncivilized was this boy? She had more "comments" to make about his rash entrance, but halted when she saw his face. Among the heavy breathing…was concern? That shocked her more than Inuyasha being in the ladies' rest room. "Look," he growled. "You can't just ditch me with those two lovebirds out there. After I saw what they were doing, I didn't want to be left alone with them," he snapped. Kagome glared at him. "Thanks for your concern," she snapped back. "I wasn't done. I was actually worried about you," he finished, looking away. Kagome's heart skipped a beat. What did he mean? Trying to calm her nerves, she answered, "I just feel really sick."
Inuyasha resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course she felt sick! "That's obvious! You're probably sick because you're starving yourself! What, are you on some diet? I hope not, because you look fine the way you are!" he yelled. Kagome blinked. "I'm not a diet. Oh. No wonder my stomach hurt." Inuyasha smacked himself mentally. He had rushed in like a fool, only to discover that she was not starving herself, and was too dense to see that she was hungry? Angry, he remarked, "Didn't you hear your stomach growling?" Kagome placed a hand sheepishly behind her head. "I thought it was the car's engine's rattling…" she blushed. What…the…fudge…Inuyasha twitched. "You mean to tell me…" he gasped, a mixture of anger, annoyance, and frustration tangled into his voice, " that you couldn't even tell that you were hungry?" Kagome nodded solemnly. Inuyasha opened his mouth to continue his rant, but he was so frustrated that no words came out. So he stood there, gaping, while Kagome smiled nervously.
A woman walked into the bathroom. "Oh my God! Pervert! Get out, get out!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, whacking Inuyasha forcefully with her purse. "Ow! Damnit! Help-ow! Kagome! Help!" he yelped. The woman continued smacking Inuaysha as Kagome skipped happily out of the restroom. Back at the table, Miroku arched a brow. "Where's Inuyasha?" he asked inquisitively. Kagome smiled cheerfully, a little too cheerfully…"He's taking care of...some business," she replied. Miroku blinked. "You mean he's taking a whiz?" he asked. Kagome only smiled. Finally, Inuyasha appeared, bruised and tattered. "Why didn't you help me?" he snapped at Kagome. Miroku spoke up for Kagome. "How was she supposed to help you? You need help taking care of your own business?" he asked. Of course, Miroku thought Inuyasha was in the bathroom "whizzing", while Inuyasha was referring to the woman with the purse. Inuyasha growled. "Kagome could've at least stopped it! Look at me!" he shouted.
Miroku was wondering what the hell was wrong with the guy. How had he gotten so bruised just by going to the bathroom? He shuddered. On second thought, he didn't want to know.
A young woman stepped out of the limousine. Narrowed eyes settled upon the doors of the beautifully designed restaurant. "Finally," Kikyo snapped irritably. It had taken her an hour to track down the whereabouts of Inuyasha. She had overhead about his restaurant plans, and had spent an entire hour calling all of the restaurants in town to see if he had made reservations anywhere. Luckily, she had found the number of the current restaurant. She smoothed down her hair, as well as the crinkles in her outfit. "Inuyasha, you are mine…" she whispered as she hurried toward the door.