I was going to wait a bit until writing this chapter, but I just couldn't resist Random Person number 3's Ultra Mega Chibi eyes of doom and death.

So here you all go with chapter number seven!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha (but maybe someday...)

Chapter #7

Kagome looked at herself in the mirror.

A basketball jersey, ripped jeans, dirty sneakers, and a baseball cap.

She'd been totally jock-i-fied.

"I miss my boots."

"Awww..." Sango hugged Kagome. "My little girl's being turned into a mindless Neanderthal! I'm just so proud."

"Shut up." Kagome picked at her jersey. "You don't think this is going a little over the top, do you?"

"To be honest, yeah. I do." Sango looked at Kagome's reflection. "But we want to win this, and we want to win it fairly. Right?"

Kagome thought of all the possible art galleries she could drag Inuyasha off to.

He might even enjoy himself if he gave it a chance.

Kagome really wanted to win.

"Yeah. We're going to win this."

A knocking came from their door.

Opening it, Sango saw a very short man.

"Excuse me," the little guy said. "I'm Myouga, your landlord. I'm here for the rent..." He trailed off when he got a look at Kagome. "Well now, that's a bit of a change isn't it?"

Kagome nodded sheepishly.

Grabbing the rent, Sango handed it to the old man. "It's part of a bet." Slinging her arm around Kagome, she added confidently, "And we're gonna win it."

Myouga nodded smilingly.

"I bet you are."

At Inuyasha's House

Inuyasha looked at himself in the mirror.

A dark blue t-shirt, black jeans, a silver chain with a moon pendant, and combat boots.

He'd been totally art-i-fied.

"I miss my jersey."

"How cute..." Miroku beamed at Inuyasha. "My little boy's being turned into a unique and creative individual! I...I think I'm going to cry."

"Shut up." Inuyasha picked at his shirt. "You don't think this is going a little over the top, do you?"

"To be honest, yeah. I do." Miroku looked at Inuyasha's reflection. "But we want to win this, and we want to win it fairly. Right?"

Inuyasha thought of all the games he could drag Kagome off to.

She might even enjoy herself if she gave it a chance.

Inuyasha really wanted to win.

"Yeah. We're going to win this."

A knocking came from their door.

Opening it, Miroku came face-to-face with a tall slightly feminine-looking man.

"Excuse me," he said gracefully. "I'm Sesshoumaru, the idiot's brother. I'm here for my CDs that moron borrowed..." He trailed off when he got a look at Inuyasha. "Well now, that's a bit of a change isn't it?" Looking a bit amused, Sesshoumaru asked, "Little brother, are you gay?"

Inuyasha shook his head angrily.

Grabbing his precious CDs, Miroku handed it to the smiling man. "It's part of a bet." Grabbing Inuyasha's shoulder, he added confidently, "And we're gonna win it."

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow.

"I still think you're gay."

Gym, First Period

Kikyo watched Kagome change out of her sporty outfit.

Whether or not this messed up her plan, she had to admit that it was getting pretty fun to watch.

Tucking all her hair back under her cap, Kagome jogged out into the gym, only to be greeted by Inuyasha, who had a notebook tucked under his arm.

"Hello," she said in a sugary voice. "Isn't it just the best day to go running laps?" She indicated the track field with a perky wave.

"Actually," Inuyasha held up his notebook, "I'm going to be working on some short stories."

"But you can't skip gym!" Kagome cried in an overly-dramatic and horrified voice.

"I'm not." Inuyasha coughed delicately and smirked. "I'm sick."

The coach blew her whistle, and the two went their separate ways.

Kagome to run laps the whole period.

Joy.

Inuyasha to go make up stuff on a piece of paper.
Rapture.

This was going to be one long class.

French, First Period

"So how do you think the bet's going?" Miroku asked Sango.

She scowled. "We're supposed to be studying French."

"J'aimerais celles-ci ces femmes?"

Sango wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't that translate to 'Can I have those women'?"

Miroku nodded. "Yes. Yes, I believe it does."

Sango rolled her eyes.

"So really, how do you think they're doing?"

"I helped Kagome pick out her clothing," Sango answered, "but I really think Inuyasha has the better chance of winning. I know Kagome, and I think she's going to crack soon. The most exercise she's ever done was walking to and from her kitchen."

"I'm going to have to disagree with you," Miroku said. "Inuyasha's the greatest and everything, but he's a few crumbs short of a cookie, if ya know what I mean. There's no way he can go a whole two weeks as a sophisticated and smart artist."

"I'd be willing to bet against you," Sango said mysteriously.

"And I'd be willing to take that bet," Miroku replied. He grinned. "And now, about the stakes of this bet..."

After School

Kikyo stared up at Naraku.

"And that's what they're doing. Just some stupid bet."

Naraku waved his hand dismissively. "That won't affect our plans. They might grow a little close, but won't that make the end result all the more rewarding?"

Kikyo fidgeted nervously. "Kagome and Inuyasha actually seem to like each other. Messing them up now...I dunno. I don't like it."

Naraku glared down at her. "Who's idea was this in the first place?"

Kikyo flinched. "Mine."

"Who begged me to help?"

"Me."

"And who is going to make sure everything goes as we discussed?"

"Me."

Naraku smiled. "Good. Now, about this year's junior prom..."

Sesshoumaru calling someone else gay? Now I've heard everything.

(No offense meant, all you Sesshoumaru-lovers. I think he's pretty cool myself.)

HUGE IMPORTANT NOTE:

And just so you guys know, I've been looking up all French words.

I'm actually getting them from a little dictionary sitting beside me at this very moment.

So, sorry if something's a bit off.