A/N: Well, here I am, debating whether or not I should go through with my short, semi-pointless idea for Tequila Sunrise, or if I should try to move the story along... Meh, Too much Eagles in this fic... so... yeah, guess what. It's time for What Is And What Should Never Be! ^.^

Disclaimer: POOR!

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Kinetics:

Track 9: What is and What Should Never Be

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"Well that was pointless," Miroku said blatantly as Inuyasha sat down again.

"I know, but... hell, it was fun... kinda... no, really, it was stupid as hell."

"Yeah. Which makes it poetic."

"Well of course. Otherwise what's the point?"

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Kouga, being the self-righteous bastard that he was, was furious. How dare that puny freak get a better response than him? Okay, so maybe the freak wasn't so puny... but, still, he was a freak, right? And freaks can't hold their liqour!

He stood up, and boldly made his way over to the booth where sat the two objects of his aggression. "Hey!" he said sharply as he sat down.

Inuyasha said nothing, but stared curiously at the guy sitting across from him. He heard Miroku say "Dude, are you the man-wolf, co'z, like, those teeth are freaking me out." And it was true, Kouga had the sharpest set of canines you'd ever lay your eyes on. He kept a whet stone in his pocket to make sure ^.^

And now he was smiling... but more than that, he was smiling maliciously. Inuyasha dully wondered what he had planned this time.

"I challenge you," Kouga began, trying to sound dignified in a cheap, run down suburban California bar, "to a drink off."

"You're kidding me, right?" Inuyasha asked. Then again, not many knew of his underground reputation.

"What's the matter, puppy? Scared to make a little bet?"

"It's your funeral..."

"So here's the deal. You win, and I'll leave you and all your little friend alone. But if I win, you gotta do three less-than-legal favours for me, starting with sending the principal's car to hell."

"Sure thing, would you like the rag in the gas tank method, or the thermite through the car, seat, engine, and gravel method?"

"Thermite? What?"

"Dude," butted in Miroku, "You've gotta read the Anarchist's cookbook. Doesn't know what thermite is, jeez..."

"So, do you accept the terms?"

"Sure thing, papy." Inuyasha said off-handedly, "but one more thing. If I win, I don't care about you bothering me, but don't expect to wake up in a decent condition tomorrow. You'll probably be hung over all week."

"We'll see about that, dogface."

"Oh waitress," Miroku called, "we'll need a few tequilas over here. You know, typical drinking contest rules, form 372."

"Sure thing," the waitress answered. God this was going to be fun.

"What the hell did you just say to her?" Kouga asked, doubtful of Miroku's intentions.

"Just to bring you each a tray of tequila shots. The rules are simple, we go shot-for-shot, first one to barf or pass out loses."

"Okay then," Kouga said, slightly reassured. What a fool.

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Kagome was infuriated. Just what had he meant by that? Did he mean anything? She wanted answers, and damnit, she wanted answers NOW!

She stormed over the booth where Inuyasha was sitting, to find him engrossed in some sort of competition with Kouga. "Hey!" she shouted, trying to get their attention.

"Hush!" called Miroku, "One at a time, one at a time, please!"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Kagome asked as she took the only available seat. Next to Inuyasha.

"Simple," said Inuyasha matter-of-factly, "Our friend Kouga here is challenging his inferiority complex in the form of a drinking contest with me."

Kouga growled, but said nothing. It was a well-known truth at school that Kouga had never, actually, been able to beat Inuyasha in anything. However, he was always the closest, and thus he maintained his place at the top.

"Well, that can wai-"

"Shh! They're starting!" Miroku urged. "Whatever you have to say can wait.

And so the contest began.

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Round 1!!

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They each downed their drinks with a skill that only comes from spending hours in the basement, doing grape juice shots for practice. That's what I call a serious drinker. o.o

Kouga shot Inuyasha a cocky smirk, only to find a smirk that more-than-challenged the smirk-ness of Kouga's initial smirk. Kouga couldn't believe that smirk. More so, he couldn't believe Inuyasha's drinking skill.

Meanwhile Inuyasha was in a state of extreme concentration. He planned out every drink, down to the last. It wouldn't take long for the 'surprise' Miroku had asked for to take effect, but, Kouga was a pretty resistant little dreg, so he was prepared for the worst.

And as all the careful calculations were going on, Kagome was lost in thought about the stupidity of the male ego, and Miroku was silently cackling. And not just in a "kahahaha!" way either. I Mean, like, a full on anti-cackle, the absence of cackling filling everyone at the table with a sense of unease. How long could this last?

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Skip to: Round 17

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'What the hell! What's wrong with this guy, he should've been out cold minutes ago!' Miroku was fuming. He wondered if he had placed the wrong order.

But his suspicions were proven wrong, as Kouga fell to the floor, going from vertical to horizontal without fiddling around in the messy angular bits, with a loud thump.

Inuyasha smiled. "Yay..." he said, the drunken stupor evident in his voice.

Oh damn. He'd thought those drinks tasted funny. Dumbassed Miroku must've placed the wrong order, because he was suddenly very sleepy...

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Kagome almost shrieked. Almost. But there was something about the way the drunken boy looked as he slept there, having fallen directly in her lap in a manner that had her fuming, that stopped her from doing so.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" cursed Miroku, "I must have ordered wrong... gods, I winked with my left eye, didn't I?!" Miroku seemed to know what he was talking about, even though Kagome couldn't make sense of it. She wondered if maybe had a few too many too...

"Well, I've got stuff to do..." said Miroku, grabbing Kouga's limp body by the shoulders, "Can I trust you to take care of him? I've got some... unfinished business."

Kagome nodded. "Good. Now, when he wakes up, make sure he's in a bathroom, co'z he's gonna wanna barf like mofo. You're gonna hafta help him through the night. Sorry about this, but I'm sure tomorrow he'll be more than willing to answer your questions."

Questions? Oh, right, those questions. Why hadn't she remembered? That was her purpose for coming here, right? Or was it her excuse... She shook her head. These were dangerous thoughts...

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MIrrors on the ceiling,

pink champagne on ice, and she said,

we are all just prisoners here, of our own device,

And in their master's chambers,

they gathered for the feast,

they stab it with their steely knives,

but they just can't kill the beast,

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Kagome smiled. She didn't know why, but she felt happier now than she had in a long while. Sitting here, next to Inuyasha, holding his hair while he barfed loudly into the toilet. Something seemed... predestined. Like this was meant to happen. And, although she wouldn't think so until a while later, there was something oddly romantic about the whole experience.

She sighed and rubbed the young drunkard's back. He was still pretty out of it, but at least he had regained consciousness. He swore to god, that never again in his life would he try to cheat a drinking contest.

"I shweear I'll nevurr... ugh!" More puke. God did this ever end?

On her end of things, Kagome had to suppress a giggle. She would never admit it to herself, but she was, slowly but surely, falling for the boy.

"I... need...." she stiffened.

"What is it? Do you want me to call an ambulance or something?"

"Wa.... w.... WATER!" he choked. Gods, his throat burned. He would be lucky to ever do karaoke again.

After chugging down at least three bottles, Inuyasha took a break for air. The CO2 building up in his system was starting to override the need for water.

"Th... thanks," she said to the girl next to him, who gave a relieved smile.

"It wasn't anything really, any decent person would've done it."

"Ahh, but that's where you're wrong. There are so many so-called 'decent' people who would have laughed and threw me into an alleyway."

"Well, maybe, but their not decent by my standards..."

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. 'What standards...' he thought snidely, memories of recent events stinging clear in his mind.

"Goodness, I'm not even sure if I'm decent by my standards anymore..."

That got his attention. Did she really mean what he thought she did? He had to be sure... because you know sometimes words have two meanings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, trying to feign curiosity.

"I guess... I'm trying to say sorry... for all the things I've said about you in the past. It's just that... well, this sounds so stupid now. But, I guess, I got wrapped up in being popular... I guess I was afraid that if I didn't, then people might not like me, and I'd be forced to sink to the bottom with you..." noticing his ears droop, she added, "Now I can't even remember why that isn't a good thing."

He brightened noticeably, but only because he was still drunk. "Hey..." he said, his eyes drooping, and a goofy smile creeping onto his face, "I think I' about to pass out again, so, could you please take me back to the hotel? I'm room 301b-" Thud. He was on the floor again, a satisfied smile plastered on his face. He looked like he had just gotten the best sex money could buy, for free.

'301 B...' she thought as he hauled his limp, ecstatic from into his room, finding Shippou passed out in front of the TV. 'Right down the hall...'

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A/N: Hate to end it there, but I've been dying to get this finished, because SOMEONE had to take me out of this halfway through and make me revise/retype his fic, and make me lose interest in typing of any form for a day.

Anywho, that someone is a good friend of mine, known on FF.Net as Hon-Doroboo Xanthros. He is my partner in crime in all aspects (crime included), and I really, REALLY think you should read his fic, Nearly Famous. It's funny, really. Tell him I sent you. GO!

As for the next chapter... you know, I really can't think of one right now? But, in about 3 chapters, we'll be nearing the Crisis of the story... scares me to think I'm nearly half done.

For anyone who makes requests, please know that 9 times out of 10 I won't use your songs, just because they don't fit my planned plotline. But, if anyone wants to use the same characteristics/personalities used in this story, I really don't care, just don't rip me off or plagiarize me... not poorly, at least.

So that's all for now, I guess. Oh, as for the last chapter's poll, most of you guessed correctly, but probably only because I was so general in the choices. I'm 14 and a half, and I've been told repeatedly that I'm surprisingly mature for my age... but I don't think so! ^.^ So, yeah, I'm curious, exactly how old DID you all think I was? Beyond that, there's nothing else...

Or is there? No, not really. Just the cool-as-hell news that I'm now the official Village Idiot of the Watashi wa no Baka, started by Sakura-chan. You should read her fic, You! Because I said so. So yeah, that's all, really this time. Ja!