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Chapter #11

On the Phone

"Inuyasha and Kagome are officially history," Kikyo informed Naraku.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. It's all about who's taking Kagome to the prom."

Naraku was surprised.

That never happened.

It was a very new sensation.

And he didn't like it.

"What do you mean?"

"Kagome," Kikyo suppressed a smirk, "is taking..." Lowering her voice, she hissed the name gently into the receiver.

Naraku stared at the phone, and then burst into laughter. "Well now. That's better then anything we could ever have planned."

"So we're all done?" Kikyo was almost disappointed. Playing with people's feelings had been fun for a while. Even if she really hadn't been doing much except gathering gossip for Naraku.

"Kikyo, my dear, all we have left to do is sit back and enjoy the show."

"What about our plan?"

"Breaking up Inuyasha and Kagome at the prom? Believe me, my dear, this will be so much better." Naraku's voice grew sly. "Kikyo, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the prom?"

"Why Naraku," Kikyo's voice reflected his slyness, "I'd be happy to."

After School

Inuyasha stared at his notebook.

Sango stared at his notebook over his shoulder.

He had nothin'.

"It sure is hard being an artist," Inuyasha announced pointedly. "Especially with a hyper tree-hugger breathing down your throat!"

Sango jerked in surprise, and took a step back. "Come on, Inuyasha. Just write something!" Sango poked his back. "It doesn't have to be anything in particular, just write something. A poem, a story, a song. Whatever. Just DO it."

Inuyasha looked up at her. "Sango, are you tense?"

"I AM NOT TENSE!" Sango informed him.

"Sango, you're my friend. I worry about you." Inuyasha set down his notebook, and took on the appearance of someone not unlike a shrink. "Now let's slow down and share our feelings."

Sango looked him strait in the eye. "I can't believe you just said that." She paused. "Are you on drugs or something?"

Inuyasha glared, before resuming his psychologist-like-pose. Hey, anyway to get out of his daily creative time. "Sango, what's bothering you?"

"The junior prom," she grudgingly admitted.

"Miroku?" Inuyasha asked knowingly.

"Yeah."

"You know," Inuyasha said thoughtfully, "it's really no big deal whether or not you have a date. I mean, I'm going, and I don't have a date."

"That's just 'cause you're too chicken to ask Kagome."

Inuyasha steamed a bit, and then ground out, "That's not the point. You like Miroku. Miroku likes you. You are going to ask him out."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am." Sango stopped in horror.

Inuyasha sat back and smiled. "Ahhh...the things you can learn from Saturday morning cartoons."

"But...what if...he says he doesn't like me?" Sango asked quietly.

"Does that sound like Miroku?"

"No, but—"

"Come on Sango!" Inuyasha interrupted. "This is the guy who groped you in French—"

"HE TOLD YOU TH—?"

"—do you really think he's not going to jump at the chance to take you to the prom?"

"Fine," she sighed. And then she smiled. "Thanks Inuyasha," Sango said. "You've been amazingly helpful today."

"Why, thank you Sango."

"I'm going to follow your advice."

"I'm sure you will."

"And if it doesn't work out, I'll just hunt ya down and kill ya."

Inuyasha nodded solemnly.

"I figured that much."

After School, Just in Another Part of the City

Kagome grunted, and then pushed herself up off the ground.

Push-ups, is what Miroku said.

Hell, is what she thought.

"You can do it Kag!" Miroku encouraged. "You've already gotten fifteen. All you need now is eighty-five."

Kagome blew some hair out of her face. "Comforting," she growled. She lowered her body to the ground, and then pushed up again.

"So, do you think Sango would go to the prom if I asked her? I really wouldn't mind taking her. It is, after all, either her or my mother." Miroku shuddered. "But let's not bring up bad memories. Anyway, if I did ask her, what type of flowers would she like? Roses? Those are kinda expensive, aren't they?" Miroku continued blabbing while Kagome struggled with her push-ups.

"Mir-o-ku?" Kagome whispered between pants.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Okay." Miroku looked at his watch. "Oh, by the way, your time's been up for the last five minutes."

Kagome collapsed on the ground, and sent a death look up at Miroku.

"It's Friday night, and I have nothing better to do with my life then work on this bet with you." Kagome shook her head. "I'm pathetic."

"You kind of are," Miroku agreed. "Bright side: Inuyasha's doing the same thing with Sango. Well, not the same thing. But something to do with his part of the bet."

"Why are you and Sango so set on this whole bet?" She watched as he started to squirm. "You two are betting on us, huh?"

"Yes."

"And Sango thought Inuyasha would win, huh?"

"Yes."

She flopped over on her back. "Great."

He sat down next to her. "So, who are you taking to the dance?"

"That's a huge change of subject." Smiling, she answered, "Inuyasha's brother."

Miroku looked at her in utter bewilderment. "You're taking Se—"

"YES!" Kagome burst out in annoyance. "So what if I'm taking his brother? He's pretty cute, really smart, and I had nobody else."

"You mean like Inuyasha?"

Kagome glared.

"I just hope you know what you're doing," Miroku said sadly.

Kagome and Sesshoumaru. That's a really big difference between Kagome and Inuyasha. If this ends badly, at least I can tell her I-told-her-so.

"It's going to be fine," Kagome assured him.

Miroku nodded sadly.

That doesn't mean Inuyasha will be.

That Night On the Phone

"What?!" Inuyasha growled. "Sesshoumaru's taking her!"

Miroku winced. "There's no need to yell..."

"I'LL KILL HIM!"

The line went dead.

Miroku stared at the phone.

"I think," he said to himself, "that I just killed Kagome's date. Or her crush. Neither one is very good."

At Inuyasha's House

"I can't believe you're taking her out!" Inuyasha yelled at Sesshoumaru.

"Well," his brother looked taken back. "She asked. I thought I was doing her a favor."

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Sesshoumaru frowned. "If you really want to take her, you can just a ask. I hardly think it's that big a deal."

Inuyasha deflated.

It was hard to be mad at someone who really didn't care one way or the other.

And if Kagome really wanted to take him...

But he was Sesshoumaru. Why could she have asked him?

He sighed.

Saturday's parade was, without a doubt, going to be the longest of his life.

There, I've revealed Kagome's mystery man.

But beware, dear readers, things are not always as they seem.

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There is a definite twist, I am happy to say.

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