Hi hi! Well, it's fic time again! I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter, I certainly enjoyed writing…Oh, now where was it? I do daresay that I have a few people to thank for reviewing!

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(laughs) And now I have to switch from T.M. Revolution (My inspiration for my fic "Songs for the Heart and Soul" - Mir/San fans, check it out!) to Toby Keith! Wow…J-Rock to Country, what a switch it is!

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How do you like me now? – Chapter Four

Senior Year, High School

It was midnight. A time when most people would be slumbering quietly in their beds, but in Inu Yasha's case, he was just getting home. He managed to sneak past his dad's room and into his own. His clothes were covered in field chalk, not to mention his hands were covered in it as well. He had gone through with his plan the night before the last home game of the year. He chuckled as he stripped down to his boxers and flopped onto his bed for a few hours of sleep before school. Before he drifted off to sleep he wondered why he was even going, it was only a half-day anyway…Oh yeah, to make sure Kagome knows I did it.

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The next day went by almost uneventfully, but only almost. When it came time for the game, everyone saw Kagome's cell number with a saucy note written with it on the football field. Inu Yasha waited in the men's restroom at half time and whispered to the guys that it was his doing. Some laughed with him and others, like Kouga, nearly clobbered him.

"You're such an ass!" Kouga growled wolfishly, aiming another right hook at Inu Yasha's face. "How dare you even tamper with her integrity like that, mutt-face?"

"Tch, it was only a joke! And look who's being the ass now! You can't even hit me!" Inu Yasha cackled, ducking through the crowd and away from Kouga. Which unfortunately landed him in front of a crying Kagome and a thoroughly pissed off Sango.

Sango glared daggers at Inu Yasha and gave Kagome a sisterly hug. She was about to give Inu Yasha a piece of her mind, or more pointedly…her fist, when Kagome stopped her and said she'd take care of this herself.

Stepping so close to Inu Yasha that her face touched his, Kagome narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "Do you know how humiliating that was?"

"It was only-" He began but was cut off.

"No! That was the cruelest thing you could have done to me. How could you? I never did anything to you, so why me?" Kagome shouted, causing Inu Yasha to take a few steps back. "Answer me!"

Inu Yasha sighed and looked off to his left, unable to say the words he desperately wanted to. "Keh, why should I?" There he went again, hiding behind a gruff shell.

"You're hopeless. Why should I even bother with talking to you?" The ebony-haired girl shook her head sadly and walked away. Leaving Inu Yasha and Sango standing but feet from one another.

"I did it so you'd notice me…" He whispered.

Sango had to strain to hear the young man's words as he spoke them, and took pity on the poor guy for once. His voice was so guilt-ridden that Sango was deeply saddened. She walked over to him and put a comforting hand on Inu Yasha's should, which he promptly shrugged off. She shook her head, whispered 'sorry' and ran after Kagome.

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That night Inu Yasha didn't say a word to his father. In fact, he hadn't said a word to anyone since the football game. He just lay there on his bed, thinking about how much of an idiot he was. His cell rang and rang. It was probably Miroku. After hearing his phone ring on and off for the past hour he finally picked it up.

"Yeah?" He asked dejectedly.

"I heard it didn't go so well." Miroku explained apologetically, "Sango says Kagome doesn't want to even hear your voice for the rest of her life."

Inu Yasha winced at his best friend's words, "Yeah, well, my life was screwed up anyway. I'll get over it soon enough."

"Hey, there are other girls out in the world. You'll find someone, I promise." Miroku encouraged him.

"I suppose you're right, this time." Inu Yasha managed a chuckle.

"This time?"

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The months seemed to breeze by for the students at the high school Inu Yasha attended. Slowly Inu Yasha had begun to talk to more girls, and even dated one or two. But in the back of his mind, he knew that he had made the biggest mistake of his life where Kagome was concerned. He wished he could rewind hid life and stop himself from doing that, but he couldn't.

Graduation day came and Kagome was the top of the class. She was dating a young man named Hojou and was very happy. Sango had never told Kagome of what Inu Yasha had said that day, had kept it to herself and sometimes regretted that. It came as a surprise to everyone when she and Miroku began to date steadily. Many of the other girls were thankful of that because she prevented him from groping them with a quick slap.

Classmates got accepted into different colleges and wished each other the best of luck with life. Inu Yasha announced he was heading to America in a few weeks and hoped to see them all again. Kagome scoffed at the idea, thinking he'd probably come crawling back home within a few months.

And so everyone went on with his or her lives. Inu Yasha didn't return to Japan like Kagome thought, and the only person who heard from him was Miroku. Sango and Miroku got married three years after they both began studying at the same university. They were also expecting their first child. Kagome married Hojou before the first trimester of college, much to Sango's surprise.

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Five years later

What would everyone be like? Sango thought to herself, fingering the inlaid lettering of the five-year high school reunion invitation on the table. Her musings were cut short when the phone rang. The caller ID read 'unknown'. She sighed before picking up the receiver, It better not be a telemarketer.

"Houshi residence, Sango speaking." The chocolate-eyed woman said calmly.

"Hey Sango, it's been a while." The voice on the other end of the line hadn't lost it's immature intonations over the years, she knew exactly who it was. "How's the family?"

"Fine. Mitsu absolutely loves that tricycle that you sent her for Christmas." She replied, "Say…are you going to the reunion?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm going to take an early flight tomorrow morning." Inu Yasha said, "Now I gotta get goin', I need my beauty sleep. Tell Miroku I said hi, and tell Mitsu that I love her!"

"Will do. Good-bye Inu Yasha."

"Bye Sango."