Chapter 3 Rendezvous

Disclaimer: Nothing witty today. I simply don't own Inuyasha. Author's note: Hi, I'm back, and I'd like to thank all my lovely reviewers for nagging me to complete these stories. Without you, I probably never would have finished, so this chapter is dedicated to everyone who reminded me how much I love writing. Enjoy!

"And he stole your coffee?" asked Sango before sipping her tea. "What kind of a nut job is he?"
"That's what I'd like to find out," replied Kagome, pouring cream into her coffee. "I almost dozed off during my session with Kanna, and you know how she gets."
"Is that the one who always wears white and carries the mirror around?" asked Sango. "What's her problem, anyway?"
"She doesn't seem to have any emotions," said Kagome, playing with her salad. "She believes that her rusty old mirror is magic." Kagome shrugged and took a bite of a salmon flavored onigiri. Sango looked at her watch.
"Where's Miroku?" she asked. "He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago! He's late!"
"Fashionably, of course," said Miroku, nearly scaring Sango out of her scrubs.
"Ah! Don't scare me like that!" she screamed, delivering a swift right hook to Miroku's jaw. He blinked, and took a seat at the small café table.
"Ouch, Sango," He said, rubbing his chin. "Are you sure you hit me hard enough?"
"Serves you right for scaring me, you punk," Sango huffed.
"Noted," winced Miroku.
"Oh, suck it up, Miroku," said Kagome. "You've been through worse." She looked pointedly at Miroku's gloved hand.
"Yea, that must have hurt," said Sango, staring at his hand. "I'd hate to have my hand torn apart by a wild boar." Kagome raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you accidentally lit your hand on fire when you were trying to light a cigar," she said. Miroku grinned nervously.
"Ah, I did," he said. "That's why the wild boar came. It obviously smelled my hand roasting, and came to feast upon it."
"Miroku," said Sango. "I think you're-" She was cut off by the ringing of her pager. She took it from the clip on her hip and read the scrolling message. She sighed. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's an emergency, I have to go. Waiter, could you bring the check? Oh, damn it! Where's my purse?"
"I'll pay," said Miroku, searching the inside of his jacket for his wallet.
"Nonsense, Miroku, you haven't even eaten," said Kagome, reaching into her purse. "I'll pay.
"You paid last time, and Sango paid before that," argued Miroku. "I will pay."
"NO. I'll pay," said Sango, scanning the table for her purse.
"But, it's my turn," said Miroku.
"Really, Miroku, I don't mind," said Sango.
"Neither do I!" said Kagome loudly.
"Kagome, you paid last time."
"And I'll pay again!"
"No, I'm paying."
"Miroku! You didn't eat!"
"It's still my turn!"
"Ahem," said the waiter. The trio stopped bickering and made a mad dash for cash. Kagome pulled out lip-gloss, Sango was still looking for her purse, and Miroku whipped out a Visa check card from his wallet. The waiter took it, and the meal was paid for.
"I won," said Miroku. Sango smiled, then ducked under the table.
"Aha!" she said. "Here's my purse. Thanks Miroku." She raced to her car. Kagome thanked him, too, and left. Miroku watched them leave, and put his wallet away. As he exited the double doors of the YÅ«etsu restaurant, another man walked in, and bumped him. They looked at each other, and experienced the ever-familiar feeling of déjà vu. They stared at each other for a while, and then went their separate ways.