Author's Note: Woot! First fanfic ever… Show me some love and read and review. You know your stuff. (: Yippee. I know my idea for this story is kinda overused, but that's okay! I can't wait to start this fic, it'll be fun and since summer is coming up, I'll have plenty of time to write. Just to let you know, I'm a big Inuyasha/Kagome fan, so even though it starts out as Inuyasha/Kikyou, don't worry! All is well in time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha & Co.
Summary: High school is finally over. Summer's swept and gone, and Tokyo University is a bus ride away. College. It's time to start grown-up life, and throw away all the high school dilemmas. Ready for anything. I think. Wait. Who are you? Pairings: I/K, M/S, S/R, everybody else can go down the drain (except for kawaii Shippo! ).
Rated: PG13. For potty mouths and funful situations!
Can I Buy You a Drink?
By Blurreth
Chapter One – Hello, Stranger.
Once two individuals walk in a room
One likes the other
But he doesn't know what to do
He'd better figure out his plan so...
If he succeeds
He'll get what he needs
So he builds up with the nerve to go
And talk to the girl that he's been burning for
And he says, with a slightly boyish grin,
"I know that this sounds weird but you've just got to hear."
"I've got this fantasy
Just between you and me
Where we can spend the night and all of the day
Doing all the things I just can't say
And in my fantasy
Your kiss is heavenly
So I'm trying to figure out any possible way
To make my fantasy come true one day."
She politely denies his invitation
Just then another one hits the floor
One down and one to go
This time he must be smooth or he'll be pulling rude
So he says,
"Please, can I just buy you a drink?
And I'll show you
That I'll do anything for one kiss
But before let me tell you this:"
"I've got this fantasy
Just between you and me
Where we can spend the night and all of the day
Doing all the things I just can't say
And in my fantasy
Your kiss is heavenly
So I'm trying to figure out any possible way
To make my fantasy come true one day...
Come true one day"
Come true one day... come true one day...
--Can I Buy You a Drink by Hoobastank
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Kagome Higurashi, age 18, was feeling extremely uncomfortable at the moment. Her face was turning red, her lungs were gasping for breath, her throat choking and her stomach being squeezed till she felt as if she were going to die.
"Uh, mom, you can let go of me now."
"Oh, honey! I'll miss you so much…"
"Mom…"
"You have to promise to write every day…"
"Mom…"
"And call every weekend to see if you're okay…"
"Mom…"
"And come back for Christmas and Thanksgiving…"
"Mom…"
"And if you're ready to come home any minute then just dial home…"
"MOM!"
Birds twittered outside the shrine. Kagome sighed.
Great. Her mother had to blast open like an uncapped fire hydrant at the last minute... She had thought everything was fine until now. The whole summer, even when her acception letter had arrived, her mother had been proud of her and had bragged about her oldest daughter going to one of the most prestigious colleges in Japan. She had helped Kagome pack, thrown a goodbye party and did the speech, and was great, great, great like the greatest mother could ever do. But now... Ughf, Mother, stop the blubbering!
Even her friends weren't this bad, and Kagome's friends were the blubbery type. Ditzy, bubble-headed, sweet, airy, and fun. But understanding. And loyal. And always, always there for her. Sigh. She was going to miss Eri, Arimi, and Yuka. None of them were going to Tokyo University. They were all heading to the local colleges and closer, less harsh, ones. Well, she thought with a smile, they always were the stupid ones...
Kagome, on the other hand, graduated top in her class and excelled in all her studies.
At the goodbye party, Eri, Arimi, and Yuka had sobbed like life was over for them, and left red-eyed. But they had not clinged and clutched her until she was breathless like the thirty-five year old woman who was her mother was doing to her now. Man, she was going to miss them.
"Mom, I haven't even left yet. I'm not ready to come back home! I'll be fine, mom, promise. I can take care of myself," Kagome reassured her, though she didn't believe it was working by the way her mother kept fingering her bags as if she was going to fling them outside the window or burn them so she couldn't go. "Really. This is a big chance for me to go out and something I've really, really been waiting for, and I'm not going to pass it up. I'll miss you too, but this is something I have to do," she said firmly, taking the straps of her bags from her mother and slinging them over her shoulders.
Mrs. Higurashi sighed. "I guess you're right," she agreed as she ruffled her oldest daughter's midnight locks. "I just don't know what I'm going to do without you."
"Mom, Souta will be here for you. And grandpa," she added. She pecked her mother on the cheek. "I promise to write, call, email, visit, and I have packed everything. The cab's waiting outside. I have to go, okay? I'll visit as soon as I can?" She turned to her brother and her grandfather. "Bye, Souta!" She swooped down and pecked her brother on the cheek. "Take care of Buyo for me. And grandpa," she ran and gave him a hug. "Try to spend more time outdoors, okay? Away from your enchantments?" The cab honked. "Bye, Mom! Bye Souta! Bye Grandpa!" She rushed out the door.
"One way, Tokyo University," she said, as she climbed into the cab with her bags. It was a nice cab. Bright yellow and ugly on the outside, sweet leather on the inside.
"Yes, ma'am," the cabbie replied and revved the engine.
Kagome rolled down the window and waved to her mother one last time as the cab began to pick up speed. She kept on waving as the cab drove down the street and turned the corner.
Kagome Higurashi was on her way to college.
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So, this was college.
Well, the campus was large enough. Buildings on the right, buildings on the left. More buildings behind and front, but you couldn't see much over the horizon. Lots of cars and students and random people hopping about, carrying books and such even though classes hadn't even started yet. Several cafe's up and down the street. Clogged traffic, plenty of stoplights, two-lane roads. This what he expected. Nothing more, nothing less.
Well, at least it was good to be away. His family never cared less about him, if whatever he had was a family, anyways. There was his father who was always locked up in his office, making important phone calls and going on business trips and meetings. There was never any throw-and-catching dad-and-son games when they were little. There was never any man-to-man talks when he was a teen. The most he had ever seen of his father was... never. It was always Bankoutsu, the butler, who ever said anything.
As for his brother, Sesshomaru, they acted as if they weren't even related. They despised each other, and that was it. They were only half-brothers, anyways.
Sesshomaru was older than him, too. He already owned his own company and had big business, so he was never around anyways.
His cell phone rang, but he ignored it. Probably Kikyou. Again. For the fifth time since he had left his mansion. Back in highschool, they were sweethearts. He was as obsessed with her as she was obsessed with him. But now... Well, nevermind, that wasn't worth thinking about now.
Inuyasha stepped out of his silver sports car and parked it into his parking slot. Dorm D, his little paper said. Room 409. He grabbed his bag and headed up the stairs. Damn. Room 409? Fourth floor. Hell lot of stairs. He removed his shades and revealed his amber, golden-honey eyes. He placed them on the top of his long, silver hair. He was wearing red, baggy pants and a white shirt. He hurried up the stairs to the fourth floor. This building seriously need elevators. Jogging up the stairs, he bumped into somebody.
"Hey, watch where your going, wench," he scowled.
The girl picked herself up and angrily glared at him. "What do you mean, watch where I'm going? You bumped into me!"
"Feh," he replied. "Maybe you should stop staring at the ground and look where you're going, wench." He smirked. "Or are you too embaressed to show your ugly face?"
"Maybe you should dig a hole and die," the girl replied hotly, eyes flaring and shooting daggers at him. "And maybe it'd make the world a better place."
"Feh, stupid bitch," he muttered and brushed past her, leaving her fuming behind. He grinned wickedly to himself as he heard her began to mutter to herself about big-headed jerks and people who should die. Hell, she was kinda cute when she was angry. WAIT. What? No way...
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he found his room. 409, the dark oak door said with gold lettering against the pale, yellow tinted walls. He fished the key out of his pocket and inserted the key in, sliding the door noiselessly open. Not bad, he commented to himself. The room was small, dark, but cozy. Thick, white carpet stretched beyond the wooden flooring in the kitchen and the foyer. The shutters were closed and the place seemed relatively empty. There was an unoccupied kitchen on the left side, an open sitting room on the right, with a white sofa set and a TV set in front of it. Behind it all was a hallway that lead to, presumably, two bedrooms and a bathroom. He peeked in both. No occupants. "Guess my roommate isn't here yet," he said aloud, and dumped his stuff on the bed in the biggest room. He then went straight to the kitchen and began to make himself a pot of coffee.
He was sitting at the sofa, alone, when click, the door opened.
A man about eighteen, sturdyish, with jet black hair tied into a small ponytail and violet eyes. He wore a black, baggy pants and a purple muscle shirt, carrying two bags and opening the door wider to reveal more boxes. "Hey," he said breathlessly. "Am I in the right room?"
"Hey," Inuyasha said. "You must be Miroku Houshi?"
"Guess I am," Miroku replied and dropped his bags on the floor.
"I'm Inuyasha." He replied, not getting up from the sofa. "Need help?"
"Sure, why not." Miroku answered. "Thanks."
"No problem." Inuyasha got up. He went to the door and stared at Miroku's luggage. "What the hell do you have in all those boxes?"
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Author's Note: Yay! Done with my first chappie! I know it kinda sucked, but OH WELL! Keep reading! Readers get a cookie. Reviewers get a cookie and a glass of milk. So be a good person and review. Whee. Thankies.
