Sorry for the horridness. Here is chapter two.

InuYasha and all related characters belong to a genius that was born in Niigata, Japan. I was not born in Niigata, Japan, therefore, I do not own InuYasha.

"SHIT!"

It was seven thirty, and I was barely ready. In my rush to get going, I had snagged my pantyhose. Also, my face was a mess since my hand was shaking while I put on my makeup, and trying to wash it off made it worse. To top it off, I had just found out that my old hand-me-down dress shoes were too moldy to wear.

"Grr. Note to self. If this man is worth a second date, I won't dress up like this, no matter where we're going."

The stupid stockings were on, now to try taking off the makeup mess. I opened the medicine cabinet to see what could help me. There was hydrogen peroxide, nail polish remover, and a little bar in the back that I couldn't identify.

"What's this?" I asked myself, picking up the bar. I looked at the tiny label on it.

"MAKEUP REMOVER!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT DOING IN THE BACK?"

If I had spotted the stuff sooner, my face wouldn't be such a mess. It didn't matter now. The soap worked wonders, and I could try applying makeup again. In a few minutes, I had the makeup on right. Now for a final check.

I stood back from the mirror a few feet and looked at myself. I had pulled my hair up with a black tie that blended with my hair. Stuck just underneath the tie were two little feathers, just for decoration. As for my clothing, I wore a long, silvery-white dress with spaghetti straps. Not too great, but it was all I could afford with my relatively low salary.

Somewhat ready to go, I grabbed my purse and coat and slipped on some sandals, hoping that the dress would cover them and the torn stockings. Taking a deep breath, I left the apartment and stepped out into the cold.

Ten minutes later, after having slipped twice on the icy sidewalks and stepping a few times in the snow with my barely protected feet, I arrived at the diner. The place was closed, so I couldn't spend the next five minutes waiting in the warmth. At least the whole street was almost deserted, so no cars could splash sludge on me.

I waited, and sure enough, headlights came into view from around a corner. A sleek, new car seemed to glide up in front of me. The passenger side window rolled down, and the man inside turned his head to face mine. He smiled for a second.

"Get in, or you'll freeze."

All I could do was grunt back at him and open the door to the luxurious car. He flipped a couple of switches as I sat down and closed the door. Within seconds, my dripping feet were blasted with warm air, and I could feel the seat warm up beneath me. It was relaxing. I could live in the seat.

"Enjoying yourself, there?" Sesshomaru chuckled, noticing the content look on my face. "Don't get too used to it. The restaurant isn't too far from here."

"You sure I can't take a nap here?"

"Sorry, but I already have a reservation."

I sighed. "Where are we going anyway?"

"To that Italian restaurant a few miles away. You know, the one that has the unpronounceable name."

"Ooh," I sat upright. "I've always wanted to go there."

Sesshomaru smiled. "I think you'll like it there."

In a few minutes, we were parked in front of the restaurant. It was a small, sophisticated building. Immediately, I shrank back a bit. The place seemed too good for me. Sesshomaru looked at me, trying to reassure me that I could enter the place. He then got out, and opened the passenger side door for me.

Sesshomaru was quite the gentleman as I found out. He took my arm and escorted me all the way across the parking lot, and into the restaurant. He helped me out with the mostly Italian text menu, and he even defended me when one of the waiters asked about my intentions in the place. When our orders were taken, he spoke up.

"So, Kagura, tell me about yourself. You know, your career?"

I paused for a second. "There isn't really much to tell. I'm nineteen, a female, and I work in a diner because my grades weren't good enough to get into college. What about you?"

"I'm twenty, and I train animals for movies."

"Interesting," I found that an odd career. "What movies have you trained animals for?"

"I only just started. I can't reveal the plot for the movie I'm working on yet."

I smiled, then sighed. "You know, you could do a lot better than me. Why did you ask me out."

"Because," Sesshomaru sighed, "I just wanted to. Do I need to explain the thoughts that go through my head every time I see a woman that intrigues me?"

"No, just wondering." I sighed, and twirled my fork in the alfredo that had just been set in front of me.

"Something wrong?" My date asked me, a piece of ravioli halfway to his mouth.

"It's just that I feel out of place," I sighed. "I've always been ignored or abused. I never got the best or first of anything. Now you come along, with your richness and perfection. I'm confused."

"Hey, I had to work for this." Sesshomaru spoke quietly and angrily. "My childhood was never perfect either. Nobody has a perfect life, and nobody has a truly awful life as well. So please, stop whining over it. I asked you out so we could have a good time together."

The suddenness of that shut me up. Sesshomaru noticed my shock and promptly apologized.

"I'm sorry Kagura. Please, why don't we start over?"

Our conversation over dinner was pleasant. He told me all about his career that he could, and I told him a bit about myself. He never asked about my suicide scars, and I was thankful for that. That could wait until we knew each other better.

Finally, with full stomachs, we prepared to leave. Sesshomaru paid completely for the meal. Again, he walked me out to the car, where I could relax in the warm seat. He closed the door for me, and climbed in the driver's seat. Flipping some switches, he looked over at me as my seat warmed up.

"You look happy."

"Mm, I could die in this seat." I sighed, leaning back.

"Would you ever considering going out with me again? Please don't do it just for the car seat."

I turned my head to face his. "Where would we go, Sesshy darling?"

"Please don't call me that. As for where we would go, I'll figure it out later."

I smiled as he drove me home. It was official. He was my boyfriend.

It's difficult to write about a date when you've never had a boyfriend, isn't it? Anyway, reviews, flames, and constructive critisicm are welcomed.