The Club

Christielea54

Chapter Five

"Hello?" Miroku answered the phone.

"Hi Miroku," she sniffled miserably. "This is Kagome. I can't come to work today."

"Is everything all right?"

"Peachy," she said sarcastically. "Just a-a-a-achoo! a cold."

"Well take as long as you need and rest up Kagome. No one wants you sick."

"Thanks so much! Bye."

"Bye."

Kagome wiped at her endlessly runny nose. She was all alone in an empty house and terribly sick. Might as well take a nap.

An hour or so passed, and the ringing of the doorbell woke her up.

"Ding-Dong……… Diiiiing-Doooooong………… DingDongDingDongDingDong DingDoooooooong." The noise was hurting her headache.

Who in all the bloody hells rings a door bell like that?!

She clumsily stumbled her way to the door. God she felt awful. She was only getting up to answer the door to stop that god-forsaken noise that was making her head pound. She opened the door.

There stood none other than Inuyasha.

She should have known.

What was he doing here though? Surprised, a hand self-consciously reached up to her sleep tousled mess of hair, but let it drop. She was really too sick to care. "Ugh. It's you." She held the door open for him. "What do you want?"

"Why aren't you at work?" he yelled. Now that she really looked at him, he did seem kind of pissed.

"Why aren't –ACHOO! you?!" she yelled back at him.

"To come and drag you back! You can't just skip off you know!"

"Inuyasha! I'm sick!"

Oh… So that's why she was carrying around that massive box of tissues. He peered down at her. "You don't look so good." In fact, he hadn't realized until just now, that without any shoes on, she was quite a few inches shorter than him.

"You think?" an irritated Kagome replied.

An awkward silence followed. Searching for something, anything really, to say, he came up with, "You know, that window shutter upstairs is falling off."

"Yeah, I know." Wow, she really wasn't herself today.

"Then why don't you fix it?" he asked bluntly.

Tiredly, she blew her bangs out of her eyes. "Because Gramps is too old to get on a ladder, Souta is too young, my mom is deathly afraid of heights, and I don't know the first thing about nailing anything!"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Another awkward silence.

"Look Inuyasha, I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" She sneezed again. "I'm just going to go take a nap and hope that the burning in my throat goes away." With that said, she dizzily wandered back to her place on the couch with her trusty box of tissues in one hand, and fell asleep.

Hours later her mother came into the family room, practically glowing with happiness. "Kagome!"

"Hmmm?" she replied groggily.

"You fixed the shutter for me! Thank you so much dear!" She pulled something out from behind her back. "And here's a get well soon present!" It was some new paperback novel with a bag of honey cough-drops attached to the front.

"Thanks mom."

"Your welcome dear."

After she was sure her mother had disappeared into the kitchen to make dinner, Kagome snuck outside. Sure enough, the shutter was nailed firmly in place. Who could've done it? But she already knew: Inuyasha. The simple gesture made tears come to her eyes, and she let the warmth that his name was starting to bring seep through her.

Miroku leaned forward on the bar top as he began talking to Kagome. He smiled excitedly. "It's the third Saturday."

"The what?"

"The third Saturday of every month Sesshomaru sends a band over to come and play."

"Oh cool!" She wondered if she would ever meet this mysterious Sesshomaru. Who was he? What was he like? Why was he never here? "Wait!" she exclaimed. "Why doesn't Inuyasha play on Saturdays?"

A shadow passed over his face. "Like I said before, he's not very open with his music. I've never actually heard him play before, but I hear that he's very talented."

"Hear? From who?"

"His godfather."

"Well what does his real father have to say about it?"

Miroku's brow creased in general bad feeling. "He doesn't have a father. Hasn't he told you?" Actually, it didn't surprise Miroku in the least that Inuyasha hadn't told some girl that he'd just met all about his dark and gloomy past, but she'd known about his mother…

"I knew about his mom, but his dad too?!" her eyes filled with sympathy. "The poor thing. Who does he live with?"

Miroku opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again. "You know, I don't have the faintest idea."

The door banged open, bells chiming merrily. Inuyasha walked in. "Hey guys! Boy does detention ever suck!"

Miroku smiled. "Another one?"

"Be glad your not in high school anymore Miroku."

Kagome propped her elbows up on the counter, her chin in her hands. "So, what'd you do?"

He gave her an appraising look. "You really want to know?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Well, I was in French class-"

Miroku cut him off nearly choking on his coffee. "Inuyasha! This has happened three times before!" he said, laughing.

Inuyasha ignored him. "And we had to do a speaking task with the madame, and I meant to say something along the lines of, 'how was your day?'"

"But…?" she prodded.

"But, it came out more as 'you're a fat cow.'"

Kagome ended up crying she was laughing so hard. Inuyasha watched her smile for a moment. He'd forgotten how good it felt to make someone laugh.

"So the bands coming tonight?" Inuyasha asked Miroku.

"Yes. Sesshomaru called about fifteen minutes ago. He wants you to call him back tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What else is new?" Inuyasha griped.

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Need some ideas… You guys don't want me to get writers block do you?

What about… Kagome getting set up on a blind date by Yuka… with Hojo? Or maybe Kouga?

Shippo should be coming next chapter, and once they meet Shippo, they meet Sango!

Please review! They're awfully encouraging!