A/N: Yay, I'm back! And arrgh! I had to re-plan like half the story. And now I'm dying to finish it up, but I can't, co'z it's only half over! .

Anywho, things should be speeding up pretty soon for Kinetics... and maybe Lost Prophet too... So, yeah, onward to Whiskey in the Jar!

Disclaimer: Waaaaayyyy too poor.

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Kinetics:

Track 16: Dazed and Confused

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Sesshoumaru stood, jaw agape, as the two youths scrambled for their clothes. No matter how he tried, the scene from a few moments ago kept playing in his mind. He would never think of pancakes the same way again...

"Just what the hell is going on here?!" he raged.

"Err..." Inuyasha began, "A rather kinky and gratuitous display of utmost love and affection?"

"But... why MY room?"

"Because it was closest?" Kagome said, shrugging.

"You won't tell dad, will you?" Inuyasha asked nervously.

"Oh, why, d'you do it there too? And why the various food stuffs?!"

"Err... after the first hour or so, we needed something to spice it up..."

"That's just lovely... God, I'm gonna have to burn this bed now!"

"Err... sorry?" offered Kagome.

"Yeah... right..." Sesshoumaru answered distractedly.

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"AWW, COME ON! LET US GO!" Inuyasha said, pulling hard at the handcuffs around both his wrists. Sesshoumaru had handcuffed both of them to the radiator, telling Shippou and Miroku to keep an eye on them as he went bed shopping. The smoke from the pieces of furniture in the fireplace was overwhelming, most likely because of the Maple syrup.

"No way, you heard Sesshoumaru!" called Miroku. "$200! and I need that money!"

"God damn you!"

"Hey, it's your own damned fault!" yelled Shippou, who was trying to get some sleep on the couch.

"Yeah..." agreed Kagome, "Maybe your brothers room wasn't the best place..."

"I can really see that now," said Inuyasha flatly.

"Pipe down! God's, I'm surprised you guys haven't tried anything H yet," said Miroku.

"Well..." Inuyasha began.

"Oh god," said Shippou, thoroughly frightened.

"I seriously hope you guys aren't around each other for New Year's," Miroku sighed. He already knew they wouldn't be- he and Inuyasha were going to a concert in Boston on New Year's.

Thirty minutes later, Sesshoumaru walked in the door. In his car was a mattress, but he was obviously too tired to care about bringing it in. He walked over to the couch, waved away Miroku and Shippou, and passed out. He missed the couch by inches, and ended up face first on the floor. He didn't care enough to wake up, and stayed in a comatose state until late the next afternoon. All the while, Kagome and Inuyasha were screaming for someone to let them go.

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Inuyasha sighed as he walked through the familiar doors of Dwight D. Eisenhower High, and thought about the concert two days ago. He had been... disappointed. he was hoping the band would put on a better show, but instead they were far too technical, and hard to really get into.

Inuyasha couldn't help but smile as he caught sight of Kagome, gazing out the window as the snow-covered football field. He waved softly and walked off in the direction of his locker.

Kagome sat, gazing at the field thoughtfully. She barely noticed Inuyasha's wave. She was too confused about what happened only minutes before...

~*~Flashback~*~

Sango ran up to Kagome, stopping a few feet away and pausing to catch her breath. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened over vacation. I want to still be friends. Okay?" She asked, smiling. Kagome could only nod. "Cool! Well, yeah, I'm in a hurry, gotta go!" she said, smiling before running off again.

~*~End Flashback~*~

So now Kagome was thoroughly confused. Did that really even happen? She shrugged, and decided to talk to Inuyasha later. If there was anybody who's judge of character would help, it'd be Inuyasha.

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"Dancing days are here again, summer evenings grow, I've got my flower I've got my power, I've got a woman who knows..." sang Inuyasha soulfully as he grabbed some random stuff out of his locker. He was still a little confused about the new Semester schedule, so he grabbed most of his books, just to be safe. He'd have to find Miroku for his schedule...

He smiled as he saw the aforementioned youth walking nonchalantly through the halls towards his locker, which was, quote un-quote, coincidentally right next to Inuyasha's.

"You got any idea what classes we have?" Inuyasha asked him.

"No clue, I was hoping you would."

"Hopefully Shippou knows..."

The two ambled off in the direction of Shippou's locker, an astonishing three feet away from their own, and patiently awaited the young boy's arrival. While they were waiting, a familiar stuck-up popular type person was seen heading their way.

"Hi," Sango said quietly, standing in front of Miroku and looking rather ashamed. "I'm.. sorry about the whole thing in California. In fact, I'd like to get to know you better," she said, slipping him a piece of paper. "I'll talk to you later," she said, and proceeded on her way.

Miroku looked down at the paper in his hands. On it was a phone number, and the name Sango Murasaki. He was confused, but simply pocketed the number and went on with the day.

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"Are you sure this will work?" asked a hushed female voice. It was Sango.

"Of course it will, I thought of it didn't I?" answered a husky male voice. Kouga Lupine.

"Well... yeah... but I just don't see how this will make Kagome come back..."

"Listen, I've told you already. After those guys are taken care of, she'll have no where else to go but come running back."

"If you say so... but do I really have to pretend to like him?"

"Yes! NO go out there, and try to keep it up!" he exclaimed. Sango took his orders reluctantly. Somehow, she felt like she was betraying someone... although she wasn't quite sure who...

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Miroku thought about calling Sango as he sat on his stool, playing his guitar. He was trying to vent a little of his confusion through music, his secret savior. Very few people knew about his passion, and even less had ever heard him play.

He sighed, putting up his new Gibson Les Paul '57 Reissue. Oh how he cherished the instrument.

Picking up the phone, he referenced to the paper as he dialed, not entirely sure what he would say.

"Hello?" answered a female voice on the other line.

"Hello, this is Miroku Kenjishi, is Sango home?"

"Oh hi Miroku! Yeah, this is Sango. So, yeah, right... err... I was wondering... would you like to go out with me some time? Like, to the movies or something?"

Miroku almost choked in surprise. "R-really?" he asked.

And the conversation went on for hours.

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A/N: Shorter than I wanted it to be . Blargh. Oh well, expect another 8 chapters at the most from this fic, and then it's OVER. Then we move on to Acoustics! ^.^

So.. yay! Most of you got the last question right. It was indeed Miroku who received an outstanding TWO presents, thus putting him in the lead!