Ahhh! Random Person number 3, you and your "EXTREME Ultra Mega Chibi Eyes Of Doom and Death that could make Shippos envious of the cuteness"!

How can I resist something like that?

(Sighs)

I suppose I'll have to continue dishing out chapters.

What fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter #8

Kikyo tapped Naraku's shoulder.

"Hey, are you going to talk to her today?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we have the same study hall."

"And you're going to say..."

"Exactly what I said I would."
Kikyo nodded. She didn't feel reassured, but she felt better.

"Okay."

Computers, Fourth Period

Miroku leaned over his keyboard.

"Hey Kagome!" He hissed.

"Go away!" She hissed back. "We're going to get in trouble."

Miroku put on his determined face. This was the only class he had with Kagome, and he wanted to use it to his advantage.

"Does Sango ever talk about me?"

"Yes."

Miroku beamed.

"But it's never good."

"Oh." He thought a little, and then smiled. "But the point is, she does talk about me." Now on to more important matters. "So how's the bet going?"

Miroku and Sango had agreed that Inuyasha and Kagome didn't really need to know about their own little bet.

They had also agreed not to cheat.

But checking up on how Kagome's doing can't hurt, Miroku reasoned.

"Actually, this sports thing isn't so bad." Kagome smiled. "Last night, I even watched a chess game."

Miroku resisted the urge to bang his head against his computer.

"Kagome? You do know that's not really a sport, right?"

Kagome frowned. "It's a game."

"It might be a game, but it's not a sport."

"Wow." Kagome shook her head. "This is a lot more complicated then I thought it would be."

Miroku sighed.

Stupid bet.

Study Hall, Seventh Period

Kagome was developing a theory.

She decided that the only reason people develop theories is in order to avoid doing something else.

Which was what she was doing.

Developing a theory in order to avoid doing something else.

Her homework.

"Kagome?" Sango asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"This is study hall. Study." Returning to her report on ancient Japan, Sango smiled. Kagome always put off her homework.

"NOOOO! The silence! CAN...NOT...TAKE...SO...MUCH...HOMEWORK!!!"

And eventually she always cracked.

The librarian gave them a death glare over her wire-rimmed glasses.

"Excuse me," a voice said in an extremely polite manner. Turning, Sango and Kagome saw an extremely tall and confident looking boy. Sango snorted, and went back to her homework. "My name is Naraku. Am I correct in assuming that you two are the girls from Chicago?"

Kagome nodded.

"And are currently participating in some sort of bet?"

Kagome nodded.

"And hate Inuyasha?"

Kagome nodded.

"So, do you wanna go to the prom with me?"

Kagome nodded.

"Hey," suddenly her brain caught up with her head. "YOU TRICKED ME!"

Naraku nodded solemnly. "Yes, yes I did."

"I'm not going to the prom with you just 'cause I said I would."

"Really?" Naraku raised an eyebrow. "Does that me you'll go with me because you really want to?"

Kagome frowned. "I dunno."

Turning, Sango looked at Kagome and Naraku.

Naraku looked kind of creepy.

And Kagome looked like she might even consider going with him.

This had to be stopped.

"How about," she spoke up, "Kagome gets back to you?"

Kagome nodded agreeably.

Naraku glared at Sango.

"Sounds good."

"Very well." Getting up to leave, Naraku said, "Also, do you mind telling Kikyo I'm happy for her? Getting back together with Inuyasha and everything." With that he swept off to the other end of the library.
Not the most dramatic exit.

But then again, this is just high school. What do you expect?

Sango looked over at Kagome, who had a decidedly calm look on her face.

"Kag? You okay?"

Kagome smiled. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"The whole Inuyasha thing..."

"All I have to care about is winning this bet," Kagome retorted, "could care less if he's dating someone. Plus, we hate each other."

She sighed, and thought, We really do hate each other.

Remember?

Health, Ninth Period

Sango leaned over her notes.

"Hey Inuyasha!" She hissed.

"Go away!" He hissed back. "We're going to get in trouble."

Sango put on her determined face. This was the only class she had with Inuyasha, and she wanted to use it to her advantage.

"Will you tell Miroku to stop thinking of me in perverted ways?"

"Yes."

Sango beamed.

"But it's not like he'll listen."

"Oh." She thought a little, and then she smiled. "But the point is, he's a pervert." Now on to more important matters. "So how's the bet going?"

Sango and Miroku had agreed that Kagome and Inuyasha didn't really need to know about their own little bet.

They had also agreed not to cheat.

But checking up on how Inuyasha's doing can't hurt, Sango reasoned.

"Actually, this arts thing ain't so bad." Inuyasha smiled and held up a piece of paper. "Last night, I even wrote a short poem. Eh-hem. Here it goes:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet,

And so is pro-basketball."

Sango resisted the urge to bang her head against her desk.

"Inuyasha? You do know that's not really a creative work of brilliance, right?"

Inuyasha frowned. "It's a poem."

"It might be a poem, but it's not a good poem."

"Wow." Inuyasha shook his head. "This is a lot more complicated then I thought it would be."

Sango sighed.

Stupid bet.

There we go, a whole chapter just for all you readers!

I don't know if I'll be able to update as often in the future, because school starts tomorrow.

Yep, school.

I'm about 25 percent annoyed, 25 percent excited, 25 percent horrified, and 25 percent wondering how the heck I'm going to be expected to catch the bus on time.

So if I don't have the chance to update as often, please don't be mad/worried.

I'll finish this fic.

Eventually.