Hey, it seemed like some people had fun with Inuyasha'a whole shirt predicament.

Actually, that was based on what I saw at Wal-Mart yesterday.

There were these three guys in...bright shirts, and a little girl yelled out, "Look at the rainbow men!"

Pretty funny, but her poor mom looked really embarrassed.

Oh, and someone kindly pointed out my spelling of Shippou. I think that's the correct way, so I'm just going to spell it like that through the rest of the story. But thanks for pointing it out!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter #6

Kagome was confused.

Kikyo was nice.

Heck, Kikyo was more then just nice. She was someone fun to talk to.

She didn't even use the word "like" more then once per sentence.

Now for a cheerleader, that was pretty darn weird.

And Inuyasha.

He was a jock.

Jocks normally didn't go to poetry readings.

And jocks never went to poetry readings in yucky shirts.

Was this the end of the world?

Kagome looked over at Sango and Kikyo.

They were debating GreenPeace logos.

"How about: 'We save the world, It saves us'?"

"Nah, it doesn't have the right ring to it."

"So true."

"How about just: 'Go GreenPeace'?"

Kagome rolled her eyes. This was too weird.

Kikyo was the same girl she'd nailed with a tuna salad. Why did she all of a sudden want to be friends? It made no sense.

And that still left the matter of Inuyasha.

"Sango? Kikyo?" They turned to look at her. "Is that Inuyasha and Miroku?"

Spotting the two boys, Sango burst into laughter, and Kikyo's face lit up.

"Bwhahahaha! What's with that shirt? Hahahaha!" Sango's giggles soon became contagious, and all three girls were openly laughing.

Seeing as this all seemed pretty random to the people around them, they got quite a few odd looks.

Standing up, Kagome announced, "I am going to go talk to them. Coming?"

Kikyo shook her head, but Sango immediately stood.

"Sure, why not? We can torture Sir Jock about his shirt." Sango looked over her shoulder at Kikyo. "What about you? You comin'?"

"I...would rather not." Kikyo looked uncomfortable. "Inuyasha...he..." Tears started coursing down her face. "He dumped me. For some other girl." She wiped at her eyes. "She was probably prettier."

Kagome frowned. Cheerleader or not, she didn't deserve to be treated that badly.

Well, not really.

"That creep." Leaving Sango to take care of Kikyo, Kagome stomped over to the two boys.

A little redheaded kid was sitting on Miroku's shoulders.

Ignoring both Miroku and said kid, Kagome turned on Inuyasha.

"You freaky jock person! What the heck do you think you're doing here?"

Inuyasha, momentarily taken aback, growled. "It's a free city, ain't it? What kind of wench are you to tell me what to do?"

"You're a jock. This is a poetry reading." Kagome grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "DO THE MATH!"

"Hey!" Inuyasha slipped out of her grasp. "That's total prejudice. You can't treat me like a jerk before getting to know me."

"Yeah!" The little kid piped up. "You've gotta really get to know him, so then you can treat him like a jerk."

"Not helping the situation," Miroku hissed at Shippou.

"Sorry."

Inuyasha and Kagome glared at each other.

"You wouldn't last one day as an athlete," Inuyasha spat.

"Like you could honestly be creative enough to be an artist!" Kagome retorted.

Shippou sat up higher on Miroku's shoulder. "Why don't you two try it?"

Both Kagome and Inuyasha stared at the tiny boy.

"Huh?"

"Switching places."

Miroku smiled slowly. "How about starting Monday? Kagome becomes an all-out jock. You're going to have to hang around Inuyasha's friends, and do what kind of games they usually do. Absolutely no books, TV, or music. Unless sports related, of course."

"What kind of TV is sports related?" Kagome asked angrily.

"Like, hockey games, baseball, that kind of thing. Sports channels."

Kagome blinked. "They have sports channels?"

Inuyasha added smugly, "And absolutely no poetry or art."

"What?"

Sango jumped into the conversation then. "And the same goes for Inuyasha. He has to be the picture of a intelligent, imaginative artist. Or actor. Or writer. Whichever he prefers." Sango looked Inuyasha up and down. "That will obviously take quite a bit of work."

"Excuse me?" The gears in Inuyasha's head started to turn. "Are you calling me stupid?"

"Anyway," Sango continued, ignoring the angry boy, "how long should this thing last?"

"Wait!" Kagome protested. "I didn't say I agreed to anything."

"How about a month?" Miroku offered.

"Miroku!" Inuyasha shook his head frantically. "I don't want to do this."

"Nah, that's too long. How about a week."

Sango and Miroku continued, completely ignoring their objecting friends.

"That's too short. How's two weeks sound?"

"That seems fair." Sango grinned. "And what about the stakes?"

"Inuyasha's family has a trip to Chicago every summer to see the Cubs play."

"So?"

"Kagome looses, she has to go and root on Inuyasha's favorite baseball team."

Sango smiled. "And if Inuyasha looses, he has to miss this big game and take Kagome to an art gallery of her choice."

"It's a deal."

And so the fates of Inuyasha and Kagome were sealed by their two best friends.

"This is going to be great!" Shippou then leaned down and whispered in Miroku's ear, "If Inuyasha's going to be a non-jock reject, I'd really appreciate it if you got some photographic evidence."

Miroku thought of his new Polaroid on his desk at home.

"Absolutely no problem."

It's really amazing when you think about the things that can go down in a coffee shop.

Kikyo shrunk down in her seat, unnoticed by everyone else.

"This better not screw up Naraku's plan."

A bet between Inuyasha and Kagome.

I really wasn't planning for it to come out this way, but I kind of like the results, don't you?

Stay tuned for the next chapter!