Sango glanced at Kagome with concern. Kagome had been silent for a long period of time, and it was unlike her. Hmm…Miroku, sitting beside her, stirred. "Something wrong, Sango?" he whispered quietly into her ear. She gently tilted her head toward Kagome and Inuyasha. The two were eating their food with melancholy expressions on their face. Had something happened while they were in the bathroom…?
Inuyasha kept a keen watch upon Kagome. Golden hued eyes roamed across her face. She looked up, startled at the glance he was giving her. "What?" she snapped. Inuyasha scowled. "Nothing, wench," he retorted in sarcasm. As if she were afraid he was about to steal her dinner, she dug her fork ravenously into her food, wolfing it down in rapid swallows. He rolled his eyes with mock disdain and snorted. "Oh please. I wouldn't sink as low as to steal food from a girl." His eyes flickered with amusement. "Wait. So I guess it'd be alright if I stole food from you, then." Inuyasha proceeded to steal a piece of her steak. He didn't notice that Kagome hadn't reacted at all to his swipe of food.
Miroku mused beside her. Something was definitely going on between those two, and he was quite eager to find out what…then a small smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips. Maybe…could it be-…that they…liked each other…? His eyes broadened with a look of delight and wonder. Oh my God! They did like each other! He could feel Sango staring at him, a brow quirked. He turned and flashed her a grin. Sango's eyes widened, and he nodded. He loved it when she could tell what he was thinking…forgetting momentarily about Inuyasha and Kagome, he let himself drown amongst those violet misted saturnine orbs of hers…the way they brimmed and quivered with emotions. "Sango…" he breathed. He wanted to tell her how he truly felt about her, now that she was his. That he loved her. However, with a blink of his eyes, he remembered where he was. Blushing, he could feel Inuyasha and Kagome's stares on him, waiting to see what he was about to say. "…are you going to finish that salad?" he finished smoothly, trying to keep his flustered expression contained.
Sango was blushing too, as she pushed the salad plate toward him. She knew what he was about to say. Chuckling, she watched him devour her salad uneasily. Miroku was laughing nervously, Inuyasha sitting with an amused expression on his face as he watched the other eat.
Inuyasha tried to stifle his desires to laugh. That was a close one for Miroku. But hey, that boy was one hell of an smooth bastard. If Inuyasha had been in that position, himself, he probably wouldn't have been able to come up with a decent response. His smirk twitched with approval for the other. Was it respect too? He pondered this warily, then pushed the question away with a declined shake of his head. Yeah, right. Golden-toned orbs would look up in bewilderment and sarcasm as Sango stood up abruptly. "Miroku and I…-just realized we forgot something in the car. Be right back!" Fingers twisted firmly around Miroku's arm, she dragged him away. Inuyasha blinked. Miroku's desperate pleas for help could still be heard on throughout the restaurant. He turned his head suavely to the side. Kagome's head was lowered, so he couldn't see her expression as she ate slowly. "Well…I guess it's just us for now," he spoke, his words emitting a bland tone of emotion…mixed with the faintest air of…comfort…? He snorted. Someone had definitely spiked his water glass. He snorted and pushed the chalice of water away from him. But with an amused smirk, he switched Miroku's glass of water with his. So the bastard would act a little…strange after he drank the water. So what? Not Inuyasha's problem. Besides…"They probably went to go make-out some more," he snorted. Forgot something in the car my a-…-"Hey…- are you…alright?" he suddenly inquired in concern as Kagome lifted her crestfallen face.
No, of course not, she snapped inside her head. Of course, she didn't say that to Inuyasha. Instead, her reply was, "I'm fine." Inuyasha scowled, seething at her. "What do you take me for? An idiot?" Her eyes widened in blank shock as he clenched his fists in irritation. Kagome bristled with internal conflict. "Look. I'm fine, okay?" she snapped. Forcing a smile to flicker across her face, her eyes would narrow at him, tapered with confidence that he would believe her. His reaction, however, instantaneously caused her pangs of guilt. He almost looked crestfallen, the boyish flare replaced by slightly visible melancholy. "Kagome…" he began, but trailed off, suddenly interested in the floral carpeting of the restaurant. Without hesitation, her hand was dispatched from her side the table to land softly on his. Inuyasha jerked slightly, rather upturned by her touch. She smiled, the smile this time genuine. "I'll be fine, okay? Don't worry about me." To her amusement, and expectation, he leaned back into his chair with a smirk. "Whatever. Who said I was worried?" he quirked arrogantly.
When the waiter arrived to ask for dessert orders, he found a rather soaked young man and a chipper young woman. The waiter scurried away with the orders, shaking his head. Teenagers and their drugs. Go figure.
Inuyasha brushed at the droplets of water fallen from his glass, the one that Kagome had 'accidentally' knocked over right after his statement. It was to no avail, he was most certainly drenched in the translucent liquid. Ugh. Women. He would never understand them. But he could help but smirk. At least she wasn't all depressed. He gave an involuntary shudder. If she was this psychotic when she was happy, who knew what she would do when she was upset. To his surprise, he found that he was willing to offer his comfort to her. He sighed. Baka. He was getting way too soft. Yep. That damn Miroku had definitely slipped something into his drink. He paused to consider it thoughtfully for a moment. Nah. It was probably Sango. She was the brain behind the operation, as deviously tricky as she was pretty. Interesting mix, he mused. Besides, he snickered; he was giving Miroku way too much credit. That idiot had brought him here, after all- and claimed this wench to be the "hot date". Inuyasha groaned inwardly at the flurry of confusion and realization they had all faced. However, as he stole a glance at Kagome from the corner of his eye, he found himself feeling rather…content. He supposed he didn't mind. It could be worse. After all, he could be on a date with that annoying prep- he never got a chance to finish off that thought. For lo and behold-
"Inu! What a coincidence meeting you here!" The ever-familiar voice sliced with fury into his concentration, breaking off his chain of thought. Who in the nine hells…? "Erm…" he replied, flustered and irritated at having been interrupted. Kikyo's beaming face prodded into his face, that annoyingly fake smile lighting up her face. He wanted to know what the hell she wanted. So that's what he did. "What the hell do you want?" he asked her, glowering. She seemed taken aback by his method of obtaining answers. If she didn't like it, it wasn't his problem. "Well, I was sitting over there by my lonesome self, and noticed you sitting here by yourself too, so I thought I might join you!" she yapped happily. Inuyasha had only caught the last part, really. He had been gaping at her, wondering when she would shut up. She reminded him of a dog, barking without relent…wait. What? Did she say she had noticed him alone? The hell…? Kagome was sitting right there in front of him! "I'm not alone," he snapped. What was with this girl? How could she be so rude? "Oh," was her dry retort, as her eyes descended upon Kagome, who was lifting a forkful of salad to her lips. "Eh?" Kagome inquired, her mouth full of lettuce. Inuyasha snorted, a combination of amusement along with mild irritation.
Kikyo narrowed her eyes seethingly at the two. "So like, are you two…?" she asked bluntly. Her motive was pretty clear. She could help but smirk. She was most definitely certain that they weren't on a date. After all, how could he possibly choose Kagome over her? She was sure that Kagome had begged Inuyasha to go out with her. And he- being nice, overly nice if anyone asked her, had agreed. It was pathetic really, the limits girls would push themselves just to go out with Inuyasha. She, of course, being completely oblivious- either by accident or on purpose- to the fact that she was practically stalking him, having tracked him down to this very restaurant.
Kagome just stared blankly at Kikyo, having not the slightest clue what the confrontation was all about. "Eh?" she replied blandly, really only interested in eating at the moment. Her appetite was ravenous, as she had not eaten a thing practically all day. She wolfed down several more portions of salad, oblivious to Inuyasha and Kikyo's stares.
Inuyasha blinked. Where did she store it all? Watching this woman eat was like watching a shredder devour paper. Finally prying his eyes away from Kagome, he remembered Kikyo standing there, a cross expression on her face. Err. Why was she there again? "Can I help you?" he asked, getting annoyed that she was watching him so intently. She rolled her eyes, the action infuriated him. Restraining the rage, he crossed his arms. "I said, are you two like…you know- like…" she paused, placing a hand to her mouth to giggle haughtily. "Of course you wouldn't be," she answered to her own question. Inuyasha snarled. Great. She was talking to herself. "Look, lady. Get lost, will ya'? I'm busy here with Kagome," he snapped.
Kikyo immediately ceased her laughter. "What?" she basically screamed in his face, pounding her fist on the table.