DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha. Obviously, I'm really skewing the storyline here...what with Inuyasha being able to use a computer and all...

A/N: Wheeeee! I got a pretty darn big response from the first two chapters! I'm so glad that everyone has been enjoying it. Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed! You people are what keep me writing! Just to let everyone know, this fic will be eight chapters (I have everything planned out). I'll try my best to post in reasonable amounts of time, but since I'm writing three other fics (including a newer, darker story called "Unforgiven") not to mention four AP classes and school Newspaper, it may be a bit hectic. But, please bear with me!

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"A Match Made in Heaven"

CHAPTER 3: Your New Friend

Miroku felt that his elevator ride this morning was shaping up to be the best part of his day. Two beautiful, friendly women had accompanied him all the way through fourteen floors. Kagome and Sango, immediately recognizing him, had greeted Miroku warmly as they joined him in the compartment.

He now moved jauntily down the hall of level fourteen, whistling a light tune as he headed towards Inuyasha's office. Without even bothering to knock, he burst through the door, then leaned against the doorframe dramatically, a romantic sigh painted on his face. He smiled brightly at his friend, who was raising a displeased eyebrow at him.

"Ah, Inuyasha- you are lucky! To have such beautiful women work in the floor above yours! Dark hair....nice eyes....nice curves..." he raised an eyebrow appreciatively.

Inuyasha didn't even look up, focusing stonily on the paper he had been reading. Maybe if he ignored him long enough, the persistent man would just give up and go away. No such luck. Taking no heed of his silence, Miroku moved towards the darkly-furnished desk with his hands dug into his pants pockets.

"And do you know what kind of work they do....?" He baited Inuyasha, knowing full well that he wouldn't ask.

"I don't care," was the curt response. Miroku smirked to himself. He knew his old friend too well. Miroku plopped down in the chair in front of Inuyasha's desk, the hostile tone rolling off his back.

"So you're still mad at me, huh?"

Inuyasha fixed him with a searing glare that answered his question. Inuyasha returned to his work. "So, are you actually still employed, or did they finally realize what a moron you are?" he retorted, icily.

"Oh, don't be so sour. It was especially important that I visit you this morning."

Inuyasha grunted meaningfully. "Well, I'm busy. You contacted that dating thing, right- and cleared it all up?" Miroku was silent longer than Inuyasha liked, and his head snapped up viciously. "Don't tell me...you didn't call them?!" His tone threatened more than just biting words.

Miroku held up his hands in a feeble attempt to calm Inuyasha. "Just hear me out!"

GLARE.

"I really think you should give this a try!"

That was not the response his friend wanted to hear. "And I really think you should keep your nose where it belongs- OUT of my business! And, I already told you- I don't need help from you, or from any stupid dating place!"

Miroku sighed, suddenly growing serious. "Look- just do this for me- please? They just let me know that they found a match for you."

Inuyasha lowered an eyebrow suspiciously. "Yeah- she's probably pig-faced, crippled and doesn't speak a word of English, you cheap bastard!" It was the same scowl that usually sent delivery boys scrambling to get out of his office, and kept unruly clients with their high ideals, in line.

Miroku tried to placate him once more. "Listen to me- she's going to contact you through e-mail. If you like her, you can write her back. If not....well, then we can't say we didn't try, right?"

Inuyasha looked half defeated, and half like he wanted to find a way to get Miroku to leave his office. "OK..." He grumbled, grudgingly.

Miroku leaned forward as if he hadn't heard correctly, relishing the moment. "I'm sorry...can you repeat that?" He was enjoying this far too much, and they both knew it.

"I'll at least read what she has to say- but anything weird, and I won't continue with this. Happy?"

Miroku grinned, clapping his hands together. "Joyous. I'll let them know." He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. He then noticed how Inuyasha was scowling at him once more. "What?!"

"Out."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Inuyasha growled out a sigh as the dark-haired man left.

What in the world had he let Miroku get him into?

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After his lunch break that day, Inuyasha made a routine check of his e-mail, finding that he had one new message. Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel curious. Could this possibly be a letter from this anonymous woman? He entered his inbox with a small amount of hesitation. He found that, yes, it was from a "MatchMake User."

He assumed they would make contact through the MatchMake Services...that is, if he chose to respond. He clicked on the message, and began reading. All at once, new feelings washed over him- ones that he couldn't quite identify. Was it relief that this woman sounded halfway normal? Maybe a little bit of disappointment that Miroku had been right in assuming he had a chance with a dating service?

But, intrigued, Inuyasha's eyes became glued to the screen:

Dear MatchMake Buddy,

Before I introduce myself, I'd like to clarify that it wasn't my choice to contact a dating service....it was the idea of my younger sister. But, she convinced me to try it out...and here I am now. I hope you don't think me foolish if I feel reluctant to meet someone via anonymous methods. So, if you'll give me a chance, I think we can try to get to know each other, no strings attached just yet. I'm a twenty-nine year-old woman who works in the field of medicine.

I await your answer,

Your New Friend

He smiled to himself, admiring how her words bordered on poetic, with an underlying politeness and formality. It seemed as if they had both found themselves stuck in the same situation, and that made him feel comforted. He also felt the compulsion to respond, as the words welled up in him. She had said she worked in the field of medicine- was she a doctor? She sounded intelligent.

Feeling a bit of intrigue from reading her words, and a spontaneous desire to learn more about her- no strings attached- he moved the keyboard to settle beneath his fingertips. Inuyasha pulled up a blank e-mail, and began to respond to the anonymous woman.

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Kagome liked food tremendously. Therefore, the brief respite she got during her lunch hour was enhanced greatly by her deli sandwich. She relaxed into the cheap rolling chair, breathing in the silence around her. It seemed as if, for the moment, she was alone in the main room.

It was nice peace and quiet after a day of the phones ringing off the hook and the computers buzzing noisily. It seemed as if their new ad in the paper, featuring an attractive couple dressed in swim attire, had attracted lots of new business. She had been busy taking and filing the applications, astounded by the volume. It looks like I'll have to hire some more help. Their current tiny employee number of eight certainly wouldn't do for very much longer.

Though, while she had been swamped all day, her mind still hung around that mystery man of hers- and the fact that the match they had found for him might have contacted him by now. Would he respond back immediately? Would he even respond? More than usual, she already felt attached to this new couple they had created.

And, suddenly, the silence was split by a "bing" noise from the nearest computer. It meant a response had been sent through their computer system. Kagome paused in mid-bite, her mind tracing over the possibilities. She rolled her chair over to the offending computer, tapping a few keys with her fingers to check the sender.

It was him. She felt a small thrill. The devious side in her was nagging at her- louder and louder. She wanted to read what he had written- to see what kind of a person he really was. She knew it was against the rules to look- they were supposed to respect the privacy of their clients.

But it won't hurt just once, will it? She looked over her shoulder furtively, feeling like a criminal in her own office. Licking her lips nervously, Kagome leaned forward, and opened up the e-mail response:

Dear New Friend,

It's a relief to see that you are in the same position as I am. My best friend tricked me into this, but, somehow, I'm glad he did. It's a relief after so long in the business world to be able to talk to a normal, honest, woman- and to be able to get the chance to know her. You sound very nice and very intelligent, and I look forward to being able to learn more about you. I am twenty-seven, and I work in finances. I now leave my life open to discussion.

Your anonymous man,

Giorgio Armani

Kagome giggled aloud, then self-consciously clapped a hand over her mouth. She found it amusing that he had chosen to use the name of the fashion designer as his moniker, imagining him glancing at the tag of his jacket to find a suitable name. She already liked the way he crafted his words, and the sincerity in his response.

She wondered how his friend could have described him as having a "hard time opening up" to others. His words had seemed to flow out naturally, honestly. Perhaps the anonymous nature of the conversation made it easier for him....

She clicked the response closed, pleased that she had put the two together. This could turn out to be a happy union, if things went correctly. Humming lightly, Kagome rolled back to her momentarily forgotten sandwich, and continued the bite she had left off on.

She was glad that the two had seemed to create a bond so quickly. She spun around to take a glance at the woman's real name.

Kagome hoped that this Kikyo Matsumori would treat her newest customer in the way he deserved.

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A/N: I know- pretty short, huh? But, things will definitely pick up more in the next chapter, titled "The Slip." More Kagome and Inuyasha interaction, along with some development in the romance department to keep everyone entertained! Please Review!