Hullo again, I'm so happy you like this story so far! You guys are the best!
Many thanks and lots of love to the following: Rome34, Tomo223, Izayoi, aznchick, Riftwar-Slave, and San San as herself.
To Izayoi: I prefer acoustic to electric as well. Led Zeppelin, huh? Cool. I happen to like Def Leppard myself.
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How do you like me now? – Chapter 2
Senior year, High school
He must have fallen asleep while playing, because he woke up to the sound of his cell going off again. There was only one person that could be.
"Hey. How'd it go Miroku?" He said, yawning.
"It went…well. All things considered. Did I wake you up? It's only nine!" Miroku nearly shouted the last part at him.
"Damn it! Would you learn to keep your voice down? I fell asleep playing my guitar. But, what does "all things considered" mean? Tell me you didn't say it." Inu Yasha groaned. 'It' being Miroku's oft used pick-up line of 'Would you bare my child?'.
"I, uh…yeah. I didn't mean to say it, it just came flying out of my mouth." Miroku explained, "Honest!"
"Could you have possibly done anything worse then that? It was your first date with Sango!" Inu Yasha mentally slapped his forehead.
"I could have groped the waitress's ass. I'm proud to say, I managed not to do that." Miroku sighed, "I asked her if there was even a remote chance of a second date, she said maybe. I'll take that as a good sign."
"I would. Listen, I need to go back to the main house. I'll see you tomorrow, Miroku." Inu Yasha yawned once again.
"Bye."
The next morning was as uneventful as it could get. Inu Yasha pour himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes, only to realize that there was no milk. After four minutes of trying to get the cereal back into the box he gave up and tossed the bowl's offending contents into the trash. He took a note off the refrigerator that was addressed to him and read it out loud.
"Inu Yasha, gone to get groceries. Be back later, dad." Inu Yasha yawned, "It's 'bout time he went shopping."
He gave up on breakfast and headed back towards his room. He picked up a shirt off his floor and sniffed at it. It smelled clean enough to him, so he slipped it over his head. He grabbed a pair of black jeans from his closet and put them on as well. He looked at his watch, 9:15 am.
"Miroku should be awake by now." Inu Yasha took his cell of the nightstand and dialed Miroku's number. Ring one, ring two, ring three, and then a ring four. He was about to give up when someone finally answered.
"H-Hello?" A sleepy voice, though undeniably it was Miroku's, asked uncertainly. "Who the hell's waking me up at this hour?"
"It's me, Inu Yasha. It's a quarter past nine all ready. We're supposed to go to shopping for new amps, remember?" Inu Yasha's reminded his best friend.
"Yeah, I remember. I just didn't think I'd be sleeping in this late. I'll be decent in, oh say, fifteen minutes. You driving or am I?" Miroku questioned.
"I am, I'll see you in a bit."
"Sure."
Fifteen minutes later Inu Yasha and Miroku were on their way to the mall. It was a beautiful early April day, unseasonably warm and balmy. Their windows were rolled down and the music was blasting from the speakers. Five stoplights and a parking lot later they found their way into the mall itself. Even at this early hour, people were bustling from shop to shop. Kids screamed and cried, parents scolded, teenagers strolled and the elderly talked over fresh brewed coffee. As the two high-schoolers passed a group of girls their age Inu Yasha had to not-so-kindly remind Miroku to keep his hands to himself or else.
Their meandering finally found them in front of Inu Yasha's favorite music store. Not only did it sell the newest CDs and players; it sold the highest-grade music equipment for the lowest prices. The store manager waved to Inu Yasha with a smile.
"Hey there. Lookin' for something special today, Inu Yasha?" the manager asked, leading them towards the equipment.
"Yeah, amps. Has there been any new shipments on them?" he replied.
"I'm afraid not."
"Damn. Mine are getting worn down."
"Sorry kiddo."
Inu Yasha was about to say something more when he heard a scream and a loud slap. Every head in the store turned to see a very flustered girl and Miroku with handprint across his left cheek. If it were anyone but Miroku, he wouldn't have believed the redness of that handprint.
Inu Yasha dragged Miroku out of the store in a headlock. The stares they got as Inu Yasha lugged him around the store ranged from amused to down right disgusted. "You damned idiot." He muttered to Miroku, whom was trying to get out of Inu Yasha's grip.
"Ooh, she's cute…" he heard Miroku say, causing him to look without thinking.
There was Kagome, sitting with several of her friends at a table in the food court. She laughed at something one of her friends said.
"You better not be thinking Kagome's cute." Inu Yasha couldn't believe he'd just said that. Out of all the stupid things he could have said, it had to be that.
"Why, do you have some great plan to make her love you?" Miroku asked, his sly and perverted smile appearing again.
"No! You have to make up with Sango, remember?!" He hadn't meant to yell, but then again, his mouth was in drive while his brain was in park still.
Miroku winced, "Did you have to remind me of that? Now let me out of this headlock! My brain isn't getting proper circulation."
Inu Yasha let his best friend go, making his way to an empty and clean table. A table that happened to be five tables away, but in direct line with, Kagome and her friend's table.
Eri stole a glance Inu Yasha and Miroku's way, "Ooh, cuties at ten o'clock…Wait, that's Inu Yasha! A-and he's looking this way."
Kagome looked over casually at the best friends, both of which quickly looked away. "Come on, you really think Inu Yasha and Miroku are 'cuties'? Maybe if you like bad boys and perverts."
"Aw, they aren't too bad. Inu Yasha is hot!" Ayume shuddered, "Miroku…I could live without. I've been groped too many times already, and I swear if he does it again I'll press charges, sue him and the school for allowing it!"
Kagome laughed, her eyes landing on Inu Yasha. "Maybe…nah, he's not my type. I prefer guys that actually have some sense of priority. He never does anything but play his guitar. Where's his school spirit? I've never even seen him join in any school activities."
For the remainder of two hours Inu Yasha kept stealing glances at Kagome. He knew he couldn't date her, but maybe he could get her to notice him. Just maybe.