Kagome sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the clock that was shaped like a cat, to see that it was 6:45 p.m.
The sun had nearly went down and the warm rays were no longer shining through her window.
"I need to get another alarm. That thing didn't even bother to go off." She squinted at the clock to realize she never set it go off. "Oh hell. . ."
Getting off the bed, she began searching through the closet that was filled with a variety of clothing. From name brand to costumes to casual clothing.
"I'm going to a fancy place, so I should probably dress up. Then again...my past dates that Sango gave me were horrible dressers. I shouldn't have to impress whoever it is that I'm supposed to be going there with."
While rambling through the closet, she found something that sparked her attention. A pair of blue boot cut jeans with a pink tube top.
"I haven't worn this in a while. My pink belt and collar will go nicely with this." She took the clothes out off the hanger and tried them on to see if they still fit to find out that did. The jeans showed her medium sized figure and the top revealed a little but not too much.
She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her small backpack she usually went to the mall with and headed downstairs to wait for her ride only to find out that it was already there. Opening the door she saw Miroku continuously honking the horn of his shiny blue car.
"Kagome we've been waiting here for almost ten minutes!" Said Sango, yelling.
"Why didn't you're lazy butt come and knock on the door then?" She asked.
"Hello? Keyword...lazy butt."
Kagome rolled her eyes and closed the door, making sure it was locked before she left.
As they drove down the close-to-darkening streets, Kagome looked at Sango and Miroku as they held hands and began thinking about how long they've been together. Too long to remember. It was rare to find a teen couple that been together as long as those two have these days. They always seemed euphoric around each other and turned almost depressed when apart for a while. And when Sango always got upset at Miroku or vise versa, the two would patch things up before the week was over. That's the type of relationship Kagome always wanted but could never have. Damn it. Damn Sango and Miroku for being so perfect. Damn all those boys Sango set her up with. Damn that boy, Kotaro for leaving her and making her whole life the way it is now. Lonely.
While having all those thoughts run through her head, it seemed to have passed the time as Miroku pulled into the parking lot.
"This place is huge," said Sango as she stepped out of the car.
"It looks expensive. . ." Miroku said. He loved to make Sango happy by taking her to exquisite places but always dreaded the results of his supposedly careful budgeting when it was over.
It was a two-story building with wide clear windows that lit from top to bottom. A sign sat above the facade of the building read: French Kisses. Outside there were a numerous plants of different species lined up. Two tall handsome-looking men that wore black slacks, white sleeve shirts with a red vest, standing outside the entrance.
Having rarely come on this side of town, Kagome had never seen such a place before and was beginning to doubt her choice of clothing. Sango and Miroku weren't exactly dressed for this type of place but they looked as if they were going somewhere special.
The three went inside to find out that it was more beautiful inside. It was pictured like most French restaurants. Fantastic flowers at every table that had all the type of silverware you'd find at one of those dinners where rich people would eat. Different knives, spoons, and forks were properly assigned on each side of the stainless plates that could show someone's reflection. Even the napkins were perfect. They had been folded in a complicated way on top of the plates.
Sango poked Kagome at her side. "He's over at the windows waiting for you. He stands out so you'll spot him easily."
She nodded and proceeded inside the fancy place. Wondering what Sango meant by 'he stands out', she started to think. Was he another bad dresser? Did he have bad manners and she'd see everyone looking at him? Was he weird-looking? Oh God. What did I get myself into. . .?
Looking around as she finally made it to the many windows with the view of the outside, Kagome began to search for this person that 'stood out'. Her eyes suddenly caught this young man staring out the enormous window. He had long light blue hair with beautiful yellow eyes that seemed to reflect anything it made contact with. He wore casual clothing: black tee, blue jeans and had a brown coat hanging on the back on his chair. Is that him? He's hot! And he doesn't look like the type that has bad manners. Please God let that be the person I'm supposed to meet.
She walked nervously over to where this beautiful man sat, still staring out the window.
He noticed someone approaching and snapped out of the trance he was in.
She stopped instantly as if he were about to attack her. Speak Kagome! Speak! "Um hi." Oh that was so lame.
"Hello," he said in a deep yet charming tone. "Are you Kagome Higurashi?"
"Yeah, that's me."
His eyes lit up from the bit she spoke. "I've been waiting here for quite a while. I thought you weren't going to come."
Kagome walked over and sat across from him and smiled. "I was coming. I mean...I'm here. Sorry about that." She had never been this nervous around any guy before. So why now? Was it because he was older than her? Or maybe it was something else.
"It's fine. You're here now. That's all that matters." He smiled.
She couldn't help but blush over the smile. It was the type of smile that would illuminate a room. "You know my name. What's yours?"
"It's Sesshomaru."
"I don't think you go to any high schools seeing how you look a bit old...in the good way. I attend high school on the other side of town. It's in a small community."
"Do you live near the forest that has the small waterfall?" He asked, looking interested.
"Yeah."
"That's the school I went to! Is Mr. Whitman still there?"
Kagome sighed. "He's my World History teacher. The one that assigns detention to me everyday."
Sesshomaru chuckled. "He loves giving out those still. The kids that were in my class were his favorite targets. Even I was given them every now and then."
A man with matted red hair and blue eyes and wore a black suit came over to the table. "May I take your order?"
The two began to flip through the booklet he handed each of them.
"The number three looks good," said Kagome.
"I'll have the number three also," Sesshomaru said, handing the book back to the man.
He finished scribbling down the two's order.
"What kind of drink will you be having?"
Kagome and Sesshomaru said their order in unison. "Tea."
"Nice choice," he said. Having written that down also, he walked off.
"I love tea," she said. "If I'm not drinking that it's usually soda."
He nodded, smiling at her. "We could have gotten any other thing off the menu and we both chose hamburgers and fries."
Kagome laughed. "I know. I never had French cooking but I didn't want to waste your money and stare at something I wasn't going to eat."
Sesshomaru chuckled. "No it's okay. I'm not actually paying for this. Sango and Miroku are."
"How do you know Sango and Miroku?" She asked.
"Miroku and I are friends. He introduced me to Sango and she began asking me all these questions about dating."
There goes the always-helpful Sango. . .
"Back to Mr. Whitman. Only I seem to be his favorite target," she said. "He'd give me that pink piece of paper even when he thinks I'm not paying attention."
"That's Mr. Whitman," said Sesshomaru, grinning. "How about Miss Jade? She's got to still be there."
"Correct," she said, grinning. "I've heard she's been there for twenty-five years. She says she will retire when we graduate."
Running a hand through his long silky hair, he said, "I doubt that. She told us that same thing. That old hag isn't going anywhere."
Kagome laughed. "Have you graduated?"
"Yep. With a scholarship and all. I'm in my first year in college now."
"That's great! You've got your own place?"
"Yeah. I live in the Oakland apartments. I work at Ayah's Music Store and at this club my friend's father owns."
She was very impressed and interested in his life as he continued on talking. The way he planned things out. Going from easy and working his way up to the harder things. That's the type of life she planned to have once she was out of high school and was on her way to college.
Sesshomaru was too interested in her. She was easy to talk to and she seemed to be in charge of the whole conversation. Asking things about him instead of him doing the opposite as he did in past dates.
Their long talk went on until the food finally came. The man rested the two plates in front of them and two glasses of tea that had a lemon inside.
"Enjoy," he said and walked off.
Kagome looked down at the food that smelled delicious. It looked like the type of food that was shown on TV commercials. Instead when she got the food this time, it didn't look like a heap of garbage.
Biting through the juicy burger, she chewed on it slowly to get the taste of it and immediately spat it out into a napkin.
"What's wrong?" Sesshomaru asked blinking.
She took a sip of tea and swished it around her mouth, trying to rid the awful taste. "It's horrible. I can't explain what's wrong with it but...ew."
He looked down at the good-looking burger. "Now I'm afraid to eat it."
Over across the room, there were two children with their parents having an evening out. The two kids were crying.
"Come on," said the mother. "It's not that bad."
"Listen to your mother," the father said. "Eat your food. We paid good money for this and you two aren't leaving without full bellies."
One of the children ceased her crying. "The food here sucks! Why couldn't we have went to the place we always eat at?"
"Yeah," said the other kid, holding back the other tears that were going to fall. "I don't like it here!"
"Enough!" The mother said. "You eat your food now or else."
Both children looked as if they were spoiled. One of them grabbed a plate of peas and aimed it at the father.
He quickly dodged them and watched as if flew towards an elderly man.
The man jumped in shock and looked back to see the father waving in apology. Instead of accepting the man's sorry, he grabbed his apple pie that he was eating and threw it across the room. It hit someone else by mistake which set that person in rage to throw a dish which then caused the entire room to throw different foods; from bread to soup to deserts. Everything went soaring across the room. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves as if they had been awaken from years of boredom.
Kagome and Sesshomaru carefully eased through the flying foods. A huge blob of mash potatoes dashed over towards the two. It seemed as if it was aiming for Kagome but before it had the chance to touch her, Sesshomaru stood in the way and took the splash of food head on.
"Are you okay?" She asked, wiping the smooth, cold, potatoes off the side of his face. "You didn't have to do that."
He smiled. "It's fine. I mean...I could have been worse. Like of those awful hamburgers."
The two laughed as they made their way out the door, where Sango ands Miroku were waiting.
"That was so fun!" said Sango, laughing uncontrollably. "I felt as if I was in elementary again."
Miroku was busy getting smashed peas out of his hair. "Some old lady crept up behind me and threw a bowl of peas on my head. If she weren't so old, I would have shoved some of it in her face."
The other three laughed. This night had been one of the best nights ever. A night that Kagome would never forget even if she wanted to.
"It's getting late," Sango said. "We better get home before our parents get upset."
Kagome turned to Sesshomaru and gave a shy smile. "I had a nice time talking to you."
"Same here," he replied. "We should do it again soon. Well...not the food fight part."
She laughed and gave her new friend a hug, slipping a piece of paper into his coat pocket and tiptoed high enough to his ear to whisper, "Call me when you have the chance."
After she released him, he waved to them all and walked across the street and got into his car.
Sango hooked her arms around Kagome's neck. "I knew you'd like him. I knew it!"
For once, Kagome admitted, Sango did something right. She actually did like this new guy. Unlike the other past dates, he seemed to be the best one. Maybe he was the one.