Disclaimer: The song is by Hoobastank, though I'm not positive of the name of it. I think it's called 'Let it Out'

AN: I had my last exam today and as soon as I got home I started typing just to make you happy. I have a PD day tomorrow and although I'll have to go in the morning to register for next year, I will be able to type up more updates. I think I might put out a new story

*nervous laughter* hey all I feel so dumb right now.....yes, who'd have thunk it, Salami feeling stupid...er...anyway, it was only because of a comment by insomni-maniac that I realized I didn't give the summaries for the chapters, and what I wrote before was confusing. Don't fling anything at me or anything, I am rectifying it. Instead of the poll, I will be posting all three stories in the coming weeks.

Moving on, this is the LAST chapter. Yes, I know it's oh so sad, but I honestly don't like this story very much, I could have done much better but it was my first IY story. There will be an epilogue. I hadn't originally been planning on having one but.....well, looking at the end of this chapter, it just didn't FEEL like an ending. And hence, an epilogue will be added.

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It Takes Two to Tangi

The Conversation.

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Kagome turned to Inuyasha, her eyes searching as the boy that screamed out started running in misshapen circles. "Um....is he high?"

"Probably,"

"Okay......" she said, watching as the students hide open beer cans in coolers, bags, behind backs anywhere and everywhere....including the barbecue. She also noticed Yukio throwing blankets over the two kegs he had brought. Then, the cops arrived. Yukio and Shinji...who at the moment seemed the only two sober enough of their friends to walk without stumbling....trotted over to the police car.

"Can we help you officers?" asked Yukio

"We got a noise complaint from one of the private residents in the area," said the smiling, donut-fattened, officer, "Just came to check things out,"

"Oh, well, we're just having our annual semi formal after party,"

"I understand, just keep the noise down, okay?"

"You got it sir," said Shinji, flashing him his winning smile.

The chubby officers partner, who was younger and had more of a 'no nonsense' look about him, leaned over and said, "You haven't been drinking, have you?"

"Of course not officer," said Shinji, not backing down a bit, "What would make you think a thing like that?"

"Well....teenagers, party on the beach....it's a natural conclusion,"

"Isn't that a bit stereotypical of you?" asked Yukio.

The older one piped up and said, "We'll just be on our way now and leave with a warning, if we get another complaint we'll have to break it up,"

"Of course sir."

The police cruiser drove off, the two boys rejoined their friends and party started up again, albeit a bit more quiet. Kagome sighed tiredly, and said, "I'm too tired for this shit,"

Inuyasha said, "You wanna leave?"

"Arimi's my ride,"

"I'll take you home,"

"I can't go home yet. I told my mom I wouldn't be home before three in the morning. If I go home now, she'll assume the cops came,"

"Um.....the cops DID come," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but she'll think the cops came and broke up the party because they found alcohol and other illegal paraphernalia, then she'll go into hysterics about how I never use to get into trouble before I met Kouga,"

"........right........" What her mother insane? And how would she know how her mother would react?

"Well, then go to a friends house,"

"All my friends are here. What am I gonna do, pull them away from the party just because I don't want to stay or go home?"

".......we can go chill at my house,"

"Um......."

"I swear I won't try anything.....besides, it's always fun to get into a heated argument, even if it is with you,"

"You are so hysterically funny. My sides are splitting,"

"You wound me,"

"No really, I find you hilarious......a comic genius," she said with all the enthusiasm of gnat.

"Really? Well, then you might wanna let your face in on that fact," he said before he started walking towards his motorcycle.

"Wait a minute," said Kagome, following behind him, "I never said I would go with you,"

"Then why are you following me?"

Kagome opened her mouth to respond, but coming up with nothing to say, she promptly closed it again.

"That's what I thought," he said when they reached his motorcycle and he shoved a helmet into her hands. They both got on the bike, Kagome sliding on the helmet as she went and she tentatively placed her hands on either side of him. Inuyasha snorted down at her hands, realizing immediately that she would fall off as he started up the engine. He revved the engine very loudly and Kagome almost jumped out of her skin, clinging tightly to his back and he drove off before she had the chance to realize what she'd done.

Kagome shut her eyes tightly and pressed the side of her helmet covered face against his back, afraid that if she opened her eyes he would loose control of the bike or something. When she heard his soft chuckle at her antics, her eyes snapped open and she sent him a scowl that she knew he couldn't see, getting as comfortable as possible without shaking the bike or something else that could be permanently damaging to her health.

Kagome couldn't help but notice how warm and firm his back was and she leaned into it as much as possible, not caring how it seemed as her hands hooked tightly against his abdomen. She wished she could nuzzle her face into his neck, but the helmet got in the way of that, so she settled for sliding her hands up to his chest and discreetly feeling his pecks. As soon as she realized she had done it, she dropped her hands back to his stomach, wondering if she was turning into a female version of Miroku.

She didn't get to ponder it for very long because Inuyasha made a dangerously sharp turn and she clutched tighter to him, fearing she could be smeared across the road any second now. How did she get herself into these situations anyway? Three sharp turns and one near miss later they were about half a city block away from Inuyasha's house. Why was he offering to let her hide out at his place anyway?

Inuyasha pulled into his drive way and cut off the engine, then stayed completely still. When he didn't move for what seemed a long moment, Kagome started to get worried. What was he waiting for?

"Um....Kagome?" he said

"Yeah?"

"Get off,"

"Oh....right, sorry," she said as she took her hands away from around his stomach and slid off the bike, handing him the helmet when she was safely on the ground.

He passed her his keys and said, "You can wait for me inside while I put my bike away." Then he slid off and put down the kick stand moving away to open up the garage.

Not having any other instruction, Kagome decided not to argue and just do what she was told for once, even if it did go against her better judgment. She quickly moved up the steps to his porch and unlocked the door, opening it up and stepping in before she closed the door behind her. She regretted it almost as soon as she did it. The house was set in darkness, suggesting that no one was home and it was disturbingly quiet. Of course, since obviously no one was home, but it seemed wrong somehow. This just didn't seem like the type of house Inuyasha would, or even should, be living in. He should be living somewhere that was always full of activity, laughter and the such.

This place was just too depressingly quiet.

She turned on a hallway light and the depressing feeling lifted, so she slipped off her runners and made her way up to Inuyasha's room. She smiled when she walked in. She had, of course, been in here before. Not when she had come over to work on their project, they had spent that time in the living room. But when she had played those pranks on him, she hadn't exactly had the time to take a look around. That she did, she found it quite...comfortable.

The walls were painted a vibrant red, one wall containing the word 'jiyuu' in bold black lettering. A few posters adorned one wall, of bands like Hoobastank, Linkin Park, Saliva, and the such. His bed was a simple wooden bed box frame laying on the ground, his mattress covered in white sheets with a scarlet red comforter. His desk, which contained things such as his computer, framed pictures, and books, was on the other side of his room from his bed. There was also an entertainment center taking up one corner of the room, that came complete with TV, DVD player and VCR, stereo, CDs and two shelves devoted to books that looked incredibly worn out. They were either hand-me-down books or he'd had them for a while and he continually reread them.

It was a decent sized room, something Kagome had noted the first time she had been in there, reassembling his car. This was the first time Kagome wondered just how much money his family had. Awesome room, car and motorcycle....was the dojo really that successful? Kagome herself was no stranger to money, her grandfather having started a successful advertising company years ago and her mother going into the family business. But even her room wasn't as nice as this. Though that could have something to do with the fact that there was currently piles of clothing, books and other miscellaneous items adorning her floors. Plus, she hadn't redecorated her own room since she was in early elementary school. Her walls were still pink for gods sake.

She moved over to her desk and started examining the pictures. She was a firm believer in the fact that you could tell a lot about a person by what was in their room, including their pictures. The first one she picked up was of Inuyasha and his friends. They looked to be at an amusement park of some sort and all were smiling or laughing. But that could be because Duo looked like he had just fallen on his ass and had what she hoped was orange juice on the crotch of his khakis.

The next one looked like a family portrait. There was a young couple, a man with long hair that looked a lot like Inuyasha's, except that it looked like more refined silver. His arm lay across the shoulders of what had to be the most gorgeous woman Kagome had ever seen. Her long black hair was held up in a high ponytail, showing off her flawless skin, full pink lips and vibrant bronze eyes. That was Inuyasha's mother?

Her hand lay gently on the should of a young boy with silver hair pulled back in a braid that went to the top of his back, the childish smile on his face reaching his amber eyes. Inuyasha. Beside him was someone that looked to be in their mid-teens, perhaps about fifteen, sixteen years old. Their long silver hair reached past their waist and markings adorned their face, what looked like claw marks on their cheeks and a crescent moon on their forehead. That was the only person not smiling.

"I didn't know Inuyasha had a sister," she said as she put the picture back down.

She picked up a picture of Inuyasha and Miroku. It had probably been taken at the beginning of high school, because they looked a bit younger than they did now. Their arms lay on each other's shoulders, the ultimate display of brotherly love. She had always known they were close, but this picture just proved that Inuyasha wasn't as gruff and mean as he tried to convince everyone he was. It made her smile.

She was considering rummaging through his drawers when the door opened and Inuyasha walked in. She turned to him and said, "Nice room," as she caught the soda he had just passed to her. He took a seat on his bed and opened his soda, shrugging as he looked around his own room.

"It's all right, I guess,"

She opened her own soda and took a sip as she walked over to his entertainment center. Scanning over his books, she smiled. "You really do like Christopher Pike," she said, looking over his extensive collection.

"Why would I lie about something as stupid as that?"

"I didn't say you lied....." she trailed off as she moved to his CD collection. Satisfied that she knew his tastes, she walked back to the desk and took a seat, looking over the contents on it. He watched her intently, as though he were watching an especially interesting animal at the zoo. He only got antsy when she started touching the things on his desk. He almost cried out when she put down her soda and picked up his sketchbook. When she started going through it he had had enough and got up to take it away from her.

She looked up and saw him coming at her and dodged out of the way, going to stand on the other side of the room as she continued to go through the book. "Wow, this is really good, Inuyasha,"

"Give that back," he said, making another lunge for her, but she simply scooted out of the way and stood on the bed. She turned the page and an audible gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She was so intent on the page before her that she didn't notice as Inuyasha lunged for her again, knocking her off her feet and effectively pinning her to the mattress.

"What the hell is this, Inuyasha?" she said shoving the picture in his face. A pretty easy feat considering their current position.

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This is ours, we made it with our everything

Something real, as real as it could ever be

You gave me all of yourself, I gave you all of me

Now set it free from yourself, for everyone to see

I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I feel

I'm not afraid to let it out

Who cares if you dont like it

If you don't like it

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It was a rough sketch of....well of the very livid girl currently underneath him. IT was actually quite a flattering portrait, the fact that he hadn't finished drawing hair adding to the ethereal look of it. "It's just a picture," he said, snatching it away and sitting up on the edge of the bed. Kagome sat up in her position across the bed and studied him quizzically. What the hell was his problem? She was the one that had been insulted when he had drawn that incredibly flattering sketch. Wait...that didn't sound right.....

"Why are you drawing pictures of me?" she said, in a softer voice.

"I...just...you're....a good model...."

"Are you saying I'm pretty?"

"No! You have a well proportioned face, that's all. Don't go thinking this like a compliment, cause it's not,"

"Actually, I don't take it as a compliment....I think it's kind of creepy,"

".....oh....."

"But in a sweet, flattering way," she offered

".....o~kay......you're weird,"

"That's what they say. So...." she clapped her hands together, "Did you draw any other pictures of me?"

"I.....drew one of you and Sango,"

"Can I see it?" she said, getting up on her knees and shuffling over the mattress toward him until she was looking over his shoulder, her chin almost resting on it....but not quite.

He could feel her breath tickling the side of his neck as he tuned the page and tried to ignore it as he showed her the half coloured picture of her and Sango sitting on the hill by the soccer field.

"Wow," she said, blowing more air on his neck and making the fine hairs there stand on end, "Your really talented,"

"I'm glad you approve," he said, voice edged with sarcasm and....something else.

"No really, I'm serious. Have you ever considered doing this professionally?"

"Well," he turned his head so he could look in her eyes as he spoke, but stopped dead when he saw just how close they were, "I...." If he just tilted his head up he could capture her lips.....but this was not the time or the place to be thinking such things....okay it was but that's not the point.

"Um...." she replied intelligently, a soft pink blush creeping over her cheeks. Images from their last kiss, no matter how fake it was, flashed through her mind's eye and her tongue shot out reflexively, tasting the curve of bottom lip. This action brought his gaze from her eyes to her lips and he absently noted how soft they looked....and felt. As he watched, he noticed that they seemed to be coming closer....moving closer...he was moving closer!

And so was she.

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Go ahead, you know just what you want to do

Don't deny, you feel cause I feel it to

Take a look all around, you'll feel it in the air

From the sky to the ground, I feel it everywhere

I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I feel

I'm not afraid to let it out

Who cares if you dont like it

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A brief moment later their lips meant in a chaste kiss, soft and sensual as both barely moved their lips. Then Inuyasha tilted his head up, deepening the kiss. Kagome's hands gripped the fabric at his shoulders, making the kiss that much more heated as his hands slipped into her hair. His tongue traced her bottom lip and her mouth opened for him. He leapt at the access now being offered to him as his tongue tasted hers.

Kagome wasn't sure if he had pushed her back down onto the bed or if she had pulled him down with her. Either way she was currently laying on her back with Inuyasha half on top of her. He moved one hand out of her hair and held it at her hip, not daring to venture any further, should she suddenly decide this wasn't what she wanted. Her hands roamed his broad back as a denim-clad leg came up to hug his side. He shifted his weight so that he was half-straddling her and their bodies were pressed together.

They were so focused on the task at hand (and let's face it, who wouldn't be) that neither noticed the door open or the tall regal figure stand in the doorway. After a few short moments of not being acknowledged, he cleared his throat loudly. Inuyasha jumped away from Kagome and sat once again on the edge of the bed as Kagome too scrambled up to a sitting position.

Inuyasha regarded his brother with newfound disdain. "What the fuck do you want, Sesshoumaru?"

"Your immediate demise...among other things," he said in his usual impassive voice.

"What do you want right now?" he asked again, unfazed by the comment that Kagome took as a threat to his life.

"You left the garage light on....again. If your so useless that you can't even remember to do a simple thing such as that...well I just don't know why I keep you around,"

Kagome now recognized him as the unsmiling, impassive girl from the picture...although now she could tell he was a guy (but only from the voice) and he didn't have any markings on his face. Where had they disappeared to?

"If you continue to annoy me, I will have to disembowel you," he said in a nonchalant way, as though he were stating the colour of the sky.

And the death threats continued. No wonder this place had such a depressing feel to it. This is the guy Inuyasha was forced to grow up with?

"Watch me shaking in my boots," said Inuyasha, relaxing on the bed, "And next time, knock before you barge in here,"

"Normally, I would make a snide comment about how this is my father's house but...I never want to walk in and see something like that again. I'll be having nightmares for weeks." Kagome didn't know if she should laugh or not because he was still talking in that 'I-have-no-emotions-so-you-must-fear-me' tone.

"Well then, we both agree that you should pretend like you saw nothing," said Inuyasha.

A smile threatened to quirk Sesshoumaru's mouth as he thought, 'Aw, Inuyasha's embarrassed cause he got caught with another one of his girls. He's never been embarrassed before.....what's wrong with this one? She seems all right, except for the disgusting fact that she's human. Either way, it's nauseating to think about.' He softly cleared his throat and said, "If it makes you uncomfortable that I am aware of this little tryst, I will be mentioning it everyday until the day you die,"

"Whoopee,"

Sesshoumaru sighed disdainfully and shut the door behind him, leaving Inuyasha and Kagome alone......probably not the best move.

"Is that your brother?" asked Kagome, when she was sure the he/she was gone.

"Yeah...what of it?"

"Well....is he afflicted with some birth defect or something?"

".........um, no......."

"That's weird,"

"What is?"

"Nothing, I just though he was your sister,"

"........"

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Inuyasha almost fell off the bed laughing, clutching his sides as he did so. When he finally regained control of himself, he wiped a tear from his eye and smiled at her. "Thanks, I needed that,"

"Glad I could help." she said in a slightly cheerful tone

Then an unbearably awkward silence fell over them, the tension so thick that Kagome felt she would suffocate if she didn't say something. "Um.....so, we......kissed...."

"I think made out is a more accurate term,"

"Wow, I don't know how I live with out your witty remarks,"

"Don't forget scathing. You forgot to say scathing remarks,"

"Oh yes how silly of me,"

"It's to be expected, your just a little girl after all,"

"Why you-," she leapt at him, knocking him off the bed in her forward momentum and sending them both tumbling to the floor. Kagome landed unceremoniously on Inuyasha with a jarring thud and frowned down at him....that is, until she realized her nose was about a millimeter from his. Blushing uncontrollably, she pushed herself to her knees to let him get up. Inuyasha sat up, and a for a moment looming silence hung over them as they stared into each other's eyes, stormy blue meeting bronzed gold.

Then Inuyasha broke the moment by saying four dreaded little words. "We need to talk,"

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I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I feel

I'm not afraid to let it out

Who cares if you dont like it

I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I feel

I'm not afraid to let it out

To let it out

(who cares if you don't like it)

(who cares if you don't like it)

(who cares if you don't like it)

(who cares if you don't like it)

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Not really knowing how to respond to that, she stammered out, "T-talk about-erm-wh-what?"

He got to his feet and helped her to hers before he said, "About us," then seated her on the bed. he pulled up the desk chair and took a seat, just so what had happened before wouldn't happen again and distract him from what he wanted-no-needed to ask her. "I want to know...what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a few months ago, you said we were enemies. But, I don't feel like your enemy. I just want to know what we are,"

"We're....." and that's where she stopped. She had no idea how to answer that. She didn't feel like he was her enemy either. He had listened to her talking about her dad, had played with her on that field trip, and she had to admit....that prank war had stopped being about getting even started being about straight up fun at the flyer prank. He felt like a friend to her. But he had kissed her......

And she had kissed him to. Okay, this was more complicated than she had originally thought. Did she like him? Well, of course she liked him, you have to like your friends or....they're not really your friends, now are they. But did she like him THAT way. Maybe she did, at least a little.

He laughed at the same dumb stuff she laughed at and he could make her laugh. He was smart, which was clearly demonstrated in the pranks he pulled. He cared about things that you wouldn't have thought he would from his brutish demeanor. And he had opened up to her about something that was clearly painful for him. 'Plus,' she thought, 'He's an awesome kisser.' Then immediately dismissed the thought, it would help her answer his question.

What was his question again?

Before she could try to remember, his voice broke the silence in gruff, "Gee, how hard could it be to answer a simple question? It's not like I asked you to solve pie."

Oh yeah, now she remembered. And the conflicting thoughts once again rained back down her. Rather than going through them in her head, and possibly opening herself for a) a very embarrassing moment and b) possible heartbreak, she gives him a nice safe answer. "We're friends,"

".......oh......."

"Inuyasha?"

"No it's nothing,"

"Tell me,"

"No,"

"Tell me, now before I rip your throat out and show it to you." Okay, maybe she had been hanging out with this guy a bit too much.

"No. Now get off my back bitch," (AN: Inuyasha, such a way with words)

"Inuyasha, tell me....please?"

Did she have to look at him like that? With those big wide blue eyes and pouty lips. "It's just that we kissed." He had said it before he even thought about it, the words flying out of his mouth, and now he really regretted it.

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This is ours, we made it with our everything

Something real, as real as it could ever be

You gave me all of yourself, I gave you all of me

Now set it free from yourself, for everyone to see

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".........oh.........."

With all these intelligent answers flying around, they'd be getting the letters from Mensa anytime now.

"Well," Kagome started slowly, "I......we did do....that. What-um-what do you...uh...think we-er-are?"

"I don't know, that's why I was asking you," he snapped

"Well, shit, there's no need to be a jackass about it!"

"Shut up, bitch!"

"Jerk-off!"

"Nitwit!"

"Baka!"

"SKET!"

"BASTARD!"

"SCAB!!"

"Why you little-" Kagome was obviously trying to restrain herself from lunging at him and strangling him to death. After she took several slow deep breaths and counted to ten, she said, "Look, this isn't getting us anywhere,"

"No shit, Sherlock,"

"So....let's start somewhere else. How do you feel about me?"

"Why the fuck-,"

"Just answer the question,"

"Why don't you answer the question! How do you feel about me?!"

"Because I asked you first!"

"So! What the fuck does that fucking have to do with anything? What are you, five, bitch?"

That was the final straw. One girl could only take so many insults before she finally snapped. "FINE YOU JACKASS! I LIKE YOU! THERE , YOU HAPPY?! I LIKE YOU, AND NOT JUST AS A FRIEND! BUT I DON'T SEE THE POINT TO YOUR APPARENTLY OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE NEED TO ALWAYS BE RIGHT AND STUBBORN!! DO YOU THINK IT'S AN APPEALING QUALITY, BECAUSE I CAN TELL YOU RIGHT NOW, IT'S NOT! IT'S ANNOYING! YOU'RE ANNOYING!"

Inuyasha's head was reeling. For one thing, his ears hurt because of the high decibel her voice had reached during her tirade, but he pushed that aside for something way more important. She had just admitted that she liked him in THAT way. True, she had also said he was stubborn, annoying, had some obsessive compulsive disorder and called him a jackass again. But all that wasn't important. She said she liked him....

"I....like you too," he said, a bit hesitantly.

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I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I'm free

I'm not afraid to let it out

(who cares if you dont like it)

I'm not afraid to let it out

I'm gonna show you how I'm free

I'm not afraid to let it out

To let it out

To let it out

To let it out

(who cares if you don't like it)

(if you don't like it)

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"Huh?"

"Don't make me repeat it,"

"Well, I'm sorry that it's such torture for you," she spat.

"Well you stop being difficult. I'm trying to say.....I like you...in that way,"

"........oh........"

And the overall IQ in the room just kept rising.

"Is that all you have to say?"

"No, I....I like you too...........I can't believe I just said that,"

"Believe it,"

"Okay, so...now what?"

"I don't know,"

"Maybe we could just.....see where this goes?"

"I guess,"

'Inuyasha?"

"Hmm,"

"Do you think....well, do you think this will go anywhere?"

"I.....don't really know but....." he trailed off, looking way too thoughtful for the Inuyasha she knew.

"What?"

"I.....I'd like to try." That was the first honest thing he had said to her without being coerced into it. He had given it up willingly. That had to mean something.

"Me too," she said, just as honestly. And at that moment, both of them truly believed it would all work out in the end.

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Who cares if you don't like it

If you don't like it....

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AN: Well, it's over...almost. There's still the epilogue, and I suggest you all read it because if I do what I'm thinking, it will take place SEVERAL years after this. And it will be pretty long...I think. Epilogue will be up soon if I get off my lazt ass and just type it.