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Miroku ended up with another bump on his head right as we reached the ice-cream shop (Which was only five minutes from school) for being perverted again. But as we walked into the small dessert place I felt my heart beat furiously in my chest.

There were alot of booths and bar stools around a large counter, but in one of the very back booths sat Sesshoumaru himself, decked out in black like me, who was glaring at me and Miroku for all he was worth. I snorted to myself as Miroku found us a booth fairly close to him, and I decided to ignore him. Even though he probably thought I had blown him off by giving him his own information back to me, I wasn't going to correct him. I'd rather be a bitch in his eyes than a stupid ditz.

A waitress came up to our table heisitantly. She was very pretty, I decided as I grinned at the way Miroku drooled over her indescreetly. She had long brown hair that when down (She had it up in a high pony-tail at the moment) would probably reach further down than her waist, and sparkiling brown eyes that looked Miroku over happily and gave me a friendly smile. She was wearing the regular peach and white outfit that all the other employees had on, also.

"How may I help you?" She said politely, blushing at the looks Miroku was giving her and looking at me in slight panic. Like I was about to kill her for making Miroku look at her like that, I suppose, but I really thought it was just hilarious how everyone in the small shop thought they were going out. It dropped my happy mood, however, when I still felt Sesshoumaru's heated gaze on the back of my head. I sighed and looked on in interest at the cute scene between my friend and the waitress-girl.

Miroku was grinning at her. "Me and my friend will have two strawberry smoothies, please." The girl blushed again.

"Yes sir. Would you like anything else?" Miroku hunched his shoulders slightly at being called 'Sir'.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, your number." She looked at him shocked look, threw a glance at me, and then looked back at him like he was growing a second nose. I hid a grin behind my hand.

"Umm..." She threw another helpless glance at me. Suddenly someone from the back room of the shop called out 'Sango!' and she sighed, her brown eyes showing relief for the interuption.

"I'll be back with your orders shortly!" She called, shuffiling back to the small old lady that called for her. I smacked Miroku once she was out of sight.

"Ouch!" He pouted and rubbed his abused head. "What'd I do 'Gome?" I grinned at him.

"You really have no style in asking a girl out, do you?" He had the decency to blush.

"Kagome, do you think I'll have a chance with her? I've got this wierd feeling about her..." He dropped off as he took a look behind me, and then gulped. I had a very good idea of who it was, and I sighed.

Then the waitress came back with our orders and I smiled at her. "You know what?" I asked them getting up, not wanting or waiting for an answer from anyone.

"I'm going to go talk to my friend Sesshoumaru here, and I'll leave Miroku in the company of this.. Sango-chan?" I looked at her for reassurance and was given a nod and blush. I nodded to myself and pushed 'Sango' down into the seat I was in previously then grabbed Sesshoumaru's hand and dragging him back to the booth I saw him sitting in.

He looked at me with a bitter glare. "Well, Sesshoumaru thanks for your name. I would've never guessed it to be your real name." I sighed at his sarcasm.

"I'm sorry Sesshoumaru, I just got the papers mixed up. Okay?" He didn't exactly look like he believed me. I rested my right hand on my forehead, unknowingly showing him the rather nasty scabs that were showing up on them. I heard his breathe hitch, and I blinked one eye open to look at him.

He had the most scary face on. Like he was going to murder someone. "Where.." He started. It looked like he was fighting himself hard to keep from raising his voice.

"Where the hell did you get all those......F-Fucking..." He looked increasingly pissed off as he found all my other sore places, him moving over closed to me to see them all. "What the FUCK happened to you..?" He was still looking at my arm with a horrified face, and I found myself wondering wether he was horrified at the sight of all of the wounds, or wether he was horrified of what he was going to do to the person who caused them. Either one didn't sound good.

Then, with all my wonderful luck, the small bell on the door chimed signaling that someone else was entering the small shop, immediately grabbing all attention to the new comer.

I grimaced. 'Nice going Kagome... And I never even got my strawberry smoothie either, damnit!' I thought to myself as Miroku stood up, forgetting his company, and glared at the not-so-strange stranger, and what scared me most was a small whispered word full of hate and loathing coming from the darkening form of Sesshoumaru.

"Inuyasha.."

And then everything went black.