AN: You should all know right now that this chapter is really more of a filler chapter(hence, the title) Actually, it's more like an introduction to the next chapter.

Did anyone notice that I changed my penname? Why? Because I am the leader (or president, whatever) of the Oregano Club. And no...it's not a cooking club. It's something completely different and not all together legal....I think I gave away too much information....

That's really all

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It Takes Two to Tango

by Salami*Leader of the Oregano Club

All Filler, A Bit of Killer

Alternate Title: Bishounen

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kagome kicked her locker fervently, pulling on the door at the same time, trying to get it open. "Stupid motherfuckin' cheap ass school can't pay for decent lockers that don't fucking rust shut!" she yelled at it before giving it a last punch....and yelping in pain as she felt her fist crash against the hard metal.

"Having trouble with something?"

She was startled out of the glaring contest she was having with her locker and whirled around to see--Hojou.

(AN: I know you were expecting Inu. Just admit it, we all know it's true^_^)

"Oh, hi Hojou-kun,"

"Having trouble with your locker?"

"Yeah, the thing was thrown from the depths of hell because even they didn't want it."

"Let me see if I can help," he said and she stepped aside to let him have a look at the locker. As he worked, he also started up a conversation, "Um, so are you going to semi?"

"Yeah,"

"So, you have a date already?"

"No,"

"So, your going stag?"

"I'm not sure, maybe. I'll probably just go with Sango or something,"

"Oh well, I was wondering if maybe you would want to go with me?" he said as he finally yanked the locker door open and several books spilled out.

Kagome bent down to the floor to pick them up and said "I'll think about it," though it looked like she was talking to the floor. When she stood back up, he was smiling at her widely.

"Okay, I'll see you around?"

"Definitely," she said without a hitch before turning back to her locker and pulling out her books for the rest of the day and her wallet. When she reached the caf, she was immediately stopped by Yukio, a senior boy that was notoriously popular with the girls around school, though, as far as everyone knew, he had never had a steady girlfriend. She flashed him one of her brilliant smiles and said, "Hi, Yukio, how's Hisa?"

"She's....great. We're not going out anymore," he replied in that strong masculine voice that just dripped with confidence.

"Oh, that's to bad. I thought she would be a keeper,"

"Right, well, anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the semi formal,"

"Oh, um..."

"And then we could check out the after-party,"

"Um....sorry Yukio, but I already promised Sango that I'd go with her." To his raised eyebrow, she added, "We're both going stag,"

"Oh. Well, you can't say I didn't try, right?"

"Right," she said, flashing him the same grin before giving him a light peck on the cheek.

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"What is she doing?"

Miroku was brought out what hes was doing (namely staring at Sango from across the cafeteria) to look up at his friend. He noticed Inuyasha's hard glare and looked to what he was staring at so vehemently. It was Kagome talking to Yukio with a wide grin on her face. Yukio was also grinning back at her, but to Miroku's perverted eyes, it looked more like a leer. "Looks like she's getting asked out by Yukio-senpai,"

"Why the hell would anyone want to ask her out?" (AN: it seems he's back to his normal harsh self. Oh well...)

"Why do you care?"

"I don't!" he cried indignantly, but he still didn't pull his gaze away from the young school girl. Miroku looked also and he was positive he heard a low growl escape his hanyou friend's lips when Kagome placed a small peck on the boy's lips. "Feh," he ground out, turning away from the scene when Kagome flounced off to sit by her friends.

Miroku turned back to his friend and said, "So, did you get a date to the dance yet?"

"No, have you?" he snapped back.

"No, but I know who I'm going to sk. You better move faster buddy, it's only a few weeks away."

"Who says I'm even going?"

"You're not gonna go to semi? That-that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard,"

"Why?"

"Because any girl in this school would die to go with you. It would be a sin to not take at least one of those lovely ladies and show her the time of her life,"

"And what exactly are you going to do to show Sango 'the time of her life'?"

He grinned and said, "Well, you know me, I always try to be creative."

"Your disgusting,"

"You said it," he said as he stood up and started to make his way across the caf to the round table Sango was seated at. He stood across from her beside Yuka, both Kagome and Sango had a clear view of him. "Sango dear. I'm sure your wuite aware of the annual ritual known as the semi-formal?"

Eri was already stifling a giggle and Ayumi kept darting looks between the part of Miroku that she could see and Sango. "What of it?" asked Sango.

"Well, I was wondering, if your not going with anyone else, that-,"

"No,"

"What?"

"I said no. I won't go with you,"

"W-why not?"

"Because, you disgust me,"

"Sango," Kagome hissed into her friend's ear, "What are you doing?"

"Stopping a tiger in it's tracks,"

"But, Sango-,"

"Forget it Kagome, it's not gonna happen."

Kagome looked up to see Miroku already turning away, already looking slightly crestfallen. "Why did you do that?" she asked when he was gone, "I know how much you like him,"

"Look, what I feel for him, it's a crush, nothing more. It'll fade away eventually. I know his type of guy, picks a new girl every so often and throws them away when they start to get boring. That hurt would last a hell of a lot longer than any crush,"

Kagome looked back at where Miroku sat beside Inuyasha, his head cradled in his arms and Kagome had the distinct feeling he was crying or something. However when Inuyasha whispered something to him and he lifted his head from the table, he just looked very, very sad. Well, whatever Inuyasha said probably hadn't cheered him up, because he decided to take a different course.

He started rhythmically banging his head against the table.

Kagome looked up at Sango, who had got back to her lunch. However, Kagome noticed the regret that creased her friends usually gorgeous laughlines.

She'd have to take it upon herself to fix things.

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"So, how come your not still pestering me?"

Kagome pulled her gaze away from a pair of tanned ankel boots and looked up at Sango, who wasn't even looking in her direction. "Huh?" They had gone to the washroom as soon as they got to the mall and changed out of their school uniforms. Sango wore tight black geens and a deep blue tank top under her denim jacket. She was also sporting a pair of new white runners. Kagome wore a white pleated skirt, white uptowns and a yellow baby tee that said 'I'm Right. You're Wrong. Any Questions?'

"About turning down the pervert?"

Kagome stood up straight, the desired boots completely forgotten for the moment as she took in her friend. Sango was examining a pair of black Lowtowns, all her attention apparently on it as she made 'casual' conversation. Kagome knew better. She looked to a pair of high heeled runners and said, "I wasn't aware you wanted me to pester you about him,"

Sango spluttered, but quickly regained her composure and said, "I don't. I'm just saying...you were so adamant about me saying yes yesterday at lunch....I was just wondering,"

"Hey, do you think these would look good on me," she said, holding up a pair of black open toe-ed heels. The heel was thick so it would be easy to walk in them, but still stylish with a curvature in the junture where it met the rest of the shoe.

"Are you even listening to me,"

"Mmmhmm....I think they'd look better on you,"

"You think?"

"Yeah, you've got the legs for them,"

"Okay," she said, taking the shoe and examining it herself.

It was when Sango started to try on the shoe, that Kagome said, "I think you should give up on Miroku,"

"Why?"

"Well, he's obviously a bad seed,"

"Y-you think so?"

"Yeah...I heard that right after you turned him down, he turned around and asked Koharu out,"

"You're kidding!"

"Yup,"

"That's not funny," she said, glowering at her friend,

"That's because your not watching it from my point of view,"

Sango glared at her friend, then she examined the shoe on her feet, giving it a critical eye. When she was satisfied, she checked the price and smiled at the '30% OFF' sign.

The two girls paid for their purchases, Kagome buying a pair of heeled hiking boots before they ventured into the next store. While Kagome examined a flowing red skirt, she continued the earlier conversation, "So, if you don't want to go out with him, why do you care if he would go out with someone else,"

"I don't care. I mean...okay, I don't want to go out with him but I don't want him to go out with other girls because I want to go out with him,"

"Ohh....wait, I don't get it," she said as she gazed at denim halter top.

"I didn't think you would,"

"Okay, then explain it slowly for dim-witted me,"

"Okay...I want to go out with him because I have a crush on him. However, I don't want to date him because I know his rep, and I don't like it. But, I also don't want him to go out with any other girls until I get over myinfatuation with him,"

"Oh. Well....that makes sense...in a scared puppy kind of a way,"

"You just don't under-,"

"I think I understand fine. Your just scared of risk,"

"...."

"Sango?" she said, turning around to look at her friend...who in turn, was staring at a dress. This was unusual, because Sango just wasn't the kind of girl that went gah gah over such girly things such as dresses. However, this was a very nice dress. It was a sleeveless Chinese-style dress that had a threaded black clip (to match the dress) at the collarbone. Black with an intricate pink flower coming up one side, on Sango it would stop mid thigh. This was the type of dress that any girl would look stunning in, especially an already beautiful girl like Sango. She came up beside her friend and said, "I think you should buy it,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you can wear it to semi,"

"But I don't even have a date,"

"So? Since when does that mean that you can't look hot. I don't have a date and I bout a new dress,"

"Well...."

"Go for it. It's so you,"

"Well, if you insist,"

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Miroku sat in his usual spot on the steps after school, with his usual possy doing the usual nothing. What was unuasual, was that he didn't say a word. Sure, he laughed at the dumb jokes and whistled when appropriate but...he certainly wasn't enjoying himself. Sango had turned him down flat only hours prior.

He had zoned out of the conversation Raye and Inuyasha were having when he started to think were exactly he had gone wrong. He only came back when he felt a light, almost inexistent tapping on his shoulder. He noticed that all conversation had seized and all eyes were on whoeer was apparently behind him. Then he heard a sweet voice say, "Um, earth to Miroku. Is anyone in there?"

He turned to see that his reverie had been interrupted by Kagome. Normally, he wouldn't have minded to see her sweet smiling face and have a conversation (and perhaps cop a feel) but he just wasn't in the mood for conversation right now.

"Miroku, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Right now?"

"No, ten years from now when it won't matter anymore,"

Slowly, almost in a lethargic state, he got up and allowed her to lead him back inside the school. Inuyasha was, afterall, known for his....superb hearing.

Once inside, she said, "Listen, about what happened at lunch. Sango just-,"

"Wait, let me guess. She sent you to apologize for her. Well, that's convenient, she feels as though she's mended what she's broken and doesn't have to look me in the eye."

"Sango didn't send me. She doesn't even know I'm talking to you so if you'd refrain from interrupting me, I wouldn't feel obliged to kick your ass,"

"You're mean,"

"Look, just listen to me. Sango doesn't know what the hell she's talking about. She does like you, she's admitted as much as having a crush on you. But, she's scared that you'll hurt her-,"

"I wouldn't-,"

"I know that and you know that, but she doesn't. And by the way, you can't tell anyone we're having this conversation, she'd kill me if she knew I was taking her trust for granted like this,"

"So then, why are you doing this?"

"I have my reasons. So, listen, your going to semi with her,"

"But-,"

"No, buts. You do everything that you need to do. Get your clothes done, buy new cologne, whatever. Just act as though she had said yes, okay?"

"Okay, but-,"

"You are going to pick her up at eight o'clock, the night of semi formal, at my house. Do not be late, do NOT be early and do not make a big deal of the fact that your going with her when you pick her up."

"Won't she-,"

"No interrupting. Don't mention anything about this to anyone. Not Sango, not your friends, no one. If this gets leaked to Sango before the night of semi, she'll flip and rip both are heads off. Let me handle Sango up until the night of semi but once you two get to the dance, you're on your own,"

"Kagome, I think there's fatal flaw in your plan,"

"And that would be?"

"Sango already said she wouldn't go with me. What makes you think she will if we just ambush her that night?"

"See, I left out one very important peice of information,"

"And what was that?"

"I'm her ride to the dance,"

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Warning: The following conversation may cause you to loose brain cells, due to the stupidity of it.(There's no actual need for this last part, I just put it in here because I was bored)

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Kagome arched her back, her hands stretched up before her as she yawned, completely oblivious to the oggling eyes of every guy in the class. Almost all where thinking of asking her out, and several were comtemplating asking her to the semi-formal. Except for one pair of golden eyes, that in all reality had never stopped watching her.

Miroku leaned over in his seat and whispered to Inuyasha, "Look at her, Inuyasha,"

"I'm looking," he responded curtly.

"Isn't she good-looking? Not to mention kind..."

'Sure, if you go for that 'smooth skin, silky hair, and sparkling eyes' thing' he thought, looking back down at his work. He started answering a question as he mumbled, "Beats me..."

Miroku studied his friend for a few moments, then let out a sigh and said, "What are you planning now?"

"What makes you think I'm planning anything?"

"Because you haven't fought with her in over a week, ever since the drama trip. In fact you've been disturbingly civil to one another,"

"So?"

"You're freaking the shit out of me,"

"So....what's your plan on semi?"

"I....don't have a date,"

"No way, you? YOUR going stag?"

"Yeah...so?"

"I just wasn't aware that they started making snowmen in Hell,"

"Har har," he said, glancing at Kagome before he looked back at his friend, "What are YOUR plans for semi?"

"I don't know....spike the punch bowl?"

"They don't have punch bowls any more," he said, remembering last years 'Punch bowl Lasgana fiasco,"

"Aww nuts," he said in mock disappointment, going back to the picture he was drawing, "Well, then I'll probably just show up a half hour before semi ends then go to the after-party,"

"So, you won't even TRY to get a date?"

"Damn straight,"

"That's not hip,"

"You're wierd,"

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AN: Okay, I think I just zoned out for a second. That's one of the wierdest conversations I've ever written. I told you this chapter would be fruitless, so don't bite my head off.

It was an intro to the next chapter which will probably be the dance. It may not seem like it, but this story is almost finished. I'd say another four chapters, but don't quote me on that.

OH and if anyone would like to send me fanart to put up on my new site, send it to squeakyinuears@hotmail.com. Or visit my bio page.