Author's Note: Alrighty. This is the next chapter, then, I guess. You better be happy. I wrote this chapter all down one afternoon, sitting on my little white sofa thingy in my room. All seven pages. Hurt my hand like hell, afterwards. Ouchies. Anyways. Hope you enjoyed the last one! Sorry if this is a bit boring. I'm having a bit of writer's block, here. x.x; Summer heat, you know.

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Disclaimer: Phooey. I wish. But I don't. They alllll bleong to Rumiko Takahashi.

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 all that jazz. x)

And now, on with the story!


Can I Buy You a Drink?

By Blurreth

Chapter Six - It's a Pleasure

Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is the way that I say I need You
This is the way that I'm

Learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies

Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad

So this is the way I say I need You
This is the way that I say I love You
This is the way that I say I'm Yours
This is the way, this is the way

-Learning to Breathe by Switchfoot.

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"Tell me again," Kagome inquired curiously. "Why are we dressing up for a historical play?"

Sango sighed, held an outfit against her body in front of the mirror, twirled, and tossed it on the bed, where a large heap of clothes now rested. "It's an evening play, Kags," Sango explained. "And you love dressing up, remember?"

Kagome dwelled on this for a moment. "Okay!" she replied cheerfully and continued picking through her clothes.

It was surprising how the two had grown so close in only a week, especially if most of that week was spent fighting and ignoring each other. The two behaved like sisters, as if they had known each other since childhood.

Part of this accounted on the incredible day they had spent together before coming back and prepare for the play.

They had first went to a small cafe on the college campus called Kitsune Delight, extroaridinarily owned and run by a tiny, childish boy named Shippo. "Parents were killed at birth, and left this for me as their will. No one minds me," he explained a bit sadly.

Sango quickly learned that Kagome perferred Oden, as Kagome had third and fourth helpings of the dish. Sango, on the other hand, enjoyed the specially made sushi that Shippo called his 'special.'

Over breakfast, the two girls formally introduced theirselves. "Let's see, Kagome Higurashi. I'm eighteen, turning nineteen in December. I live in the Higurashi shrine with my mom, brother Souta, and old grandpa. I went to Furinkan High School. Graduated top in my class, straight-A student, president of student council, head of debate team, captain of the chess club, head of the art club, first chair in orchestra..." she ticked them off on her fingers. "Oh, and champion of the archery team. I'm majoring in art. Free-lance artist. Like a free-lance writer, you know? Paint my own stuff. And I teach my own art class two pre-teens. They're cool," she grinned genuinely, finishing off.

"Awesome. Alright. Sango Yasashisa. Age nineteen. Earned my way into this college, mind you. Went to Fukon High, graduated valedictorian in my class and with honors. Straight-A student, captain of the kendo club, honorary council member, and president of the history club. I'm majoring in law. I'm going to be a lawyer. Don't know which one yet, though."

"Wow-o-wow," Kagome winked and popped one of Sango's sushi into her mouth (and receiving a small growl from Sango). "Quite impressive. With all that junk on your history, couldn't you have gone to some pretty American school? Like Princeton or Harvard?"

Sango's face remained expresionless.

"Couldn't afford it."

Kagome emitted a sound of comprehension.

Akward silence filled the booth.

"Here you go, Miss Kagome," Shippo bounded gaily out of nowhere and handed her a red colored drink and, obviously expensive, due to the exquisite decorations surronding the rim of the cup. "This is from the man at the counter."

Kagome looked up. At the counter was a man about her age. His black hair was a bit spikey - though she couldn't tell whether it was natural or not - with beady, dark eyes. He was dressed in dark khakis and a white plaid button-up shirt. On his feet were well polished leather brown shoes. When he spotted her looking at him, he flashed a wicked smile.

Oh, boy.

She sighed.

Oh, he was good-looking enough, but...

The man waved, mouthed See you around, and strutted out of the cafe.

Kagome, not knowing what to think, thanked Shippo, and took the drink.

The silk napkin that had accompnianed the drink fluttered to the ground.

On it scrawled the name Kouga and his phone number.

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Miroku paced back and forth in the living room - tired, anxious, fearful, and a bit worried.

Where in the hells was he?

Inuyasha had not appeared since he had left the place the morning before - not even to sleep. He had been gone for more than twenty-four hours.

Shit, twenty-four hours is a long time.

"Damn you, Inuyasha," Miroku cursed under his breath. "Your presence is not cooperating with my love's and my nifty little plan."

As if Kami Himself heard, the door swung open.

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After breakfast, Kagome and Sango visited an art show by one of Kagome's well-worshipped idols (Kagome was majoring in art, remember?). Kagome particularly liked the show, but Sango semed less interested. At the speech and reception, Sango flung a bit of cake at Kagome, except she missed, and ended up hitting an elderly man behind Kagome, and started a food fight. They ended up being kicked out of the studio for being 'disruptive.'

Kagome's fury for missing the show soon evaporated into giggles as the two walked up and down the Tokyo streets, chatting and gossiping at viewing Tokyo midday life. Buying a few postcards and other things from a nearby gift shop to send home, they headed on their way, with an ice cream cone in each hand.

Later, they stopped by WacDonald's for a quick burger. Well, Sango a burger and Kagome a salad. Then, they headed for the mall.

They spent nearly the whole afternoon there. They arrived at their dormitory at about 5:00pm, shoulders and arms weighed down with brightly colored shopping bags from the afternoon's work. Since the play started at around 7:00pm, and they were hoping to catch dinner before it started, they began to prepare for the play, under Sango's wishes.

And now we arrive back to whence the chapter first began.

Sango groaned. "How is it that I bought so much stuff, but I can't find anything to wear?"

"I know!" Kagome agreed as she shifted through her shopping bags. "There's just absolutely nothing in here... Wait. Wait... Sango! Look at this!"

The outfit Kagome was holding up was a bright red tube top, a bit wrinkled and rippled in texture, and a black silk, fluffy skirt that traveled down just a bit past knee-length.

"Sango, this is perfect for you!" Kagome declared, tossing her the outfit.

"I'll try it on," Sango nodded. She gave an outfit in return. "Try this. I just found it. It'll look great on you, I swear."

As both began to dress, they hesitated for a moment, thinking.

"You think we got the wrong bags?" Sango questioned.

"Probably."

The girls switched their shopping bags.

About half an hour later, Kagome and Sango exited the building. Sango was dressed in the same outfit Kagome had given her, along with a bit of heavy eyeline and pink eyeshadow, her lips colored with a bright red lipstick. Her nails were polished a glossy red, giving it a wet look. Her hair was pulled into an elegant bun with a thin piece of red ribbon, perfecting the image. She just looked so... old. In a good way. Like twenty-five. Beautiful, sophisticated, and just plain gorgeous.

Kagome, on the other hand, went from just pretty. Really, really pretty. A green, ruffled miniskirt gripped her waist, showing off her slender, tan legs. She wore a silk white top with a collar that stretched around her shoulders and a simple string with a sphere, green, around her neck. For a bit extra, she wore thick mascara, a bit of blush, and clear lip gloss. Her hair was in rollers before, and now it gave her raven locks a wavy, scraggly look that hung loosely over her bare shoulders.

They were gorgeous.

Hailing a taxi, earning a few lustful glances from the forty-year old cabbie, (which was rewarded with a glare and a slap from Sango, which caused them to hail another taxi), they were on their way along the busy Tokyo highways of night life, full of colors and dazzling lights that glowed in the pretty darkness of every inch of the city.

Kagome sighed, leaning back agains the leather seats. The window was already rolled down and the rushing wind whipped her face with a delightfully cold sensation. She closed her eyes, thinking. Her mother's face floated into her mind's eye, as if she were chatting with her. How has it been? her mother would ask.

Well, it's been alright, I guess. Sango turns out to be the most greatest person ever - maybe even better than my old high school friends. She's beautiful, funny, forgiving, understanding, and has one hell of a personality. I'm glad she's my roommate. It'll be fun I promise. She's got something going with our neighbor next door though, I think. He's a bit of a pervert, but a good-looking one. Heh, not that I like him or anything. They both won't admit it, and he won't keep his hands off Sango's ass.

And then there's Inuyasha. Ugh, I hate him. Down straight to his pretty silver locks and gorgeous amber eyes, even though.. What the hell am I saying? He's a complete jerk. I swear. I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him...

"Where to, ladies?" the cabbie interruptet, glaring at them both through the rearview mirror, causing Kagome's pleasant thoughts to disappear in an instant.

"How about that new Tokyo steakhouse down.." Kagome began, turning to Sango.

"The Red Kimono," Sango answered firmly to the cabbie.

The cabbie nodded and changed lanes to the nearest exit.

Kagome raised an eyebrow. "The Red Kimono?" she squeaked. "Isn't that that little bar and restaurant near downtown?"

Sango stared evenly back. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, isn't that place a little, ahh... cute?"

"Uh... maybe? Why?"

"Just wondering."

Cute was hardly the word, Kagome thought grimly as the stepped into The Red Kimono. More like sweet, adorable, fancy, disgusting, and utterly revolting.

The entire place looked as if it were decorated for Valentine's Day, yet it was nearing the end of July. Soft jazz music was playing at an old stereo at a polished bar with white granite counters, somehow keeping in beat with the tinkles of water droplets falling from a mini waterfall near the entrance of the place into a small pool of water, filled with water lilies. Couples and double-dates sat at small, round tables made of white iron trimmings and glass, covered in white lace and clear, thin bottles with two red roses in each. The ground was a well-polished dark, cherrywood flooring which was covered in pale pink sakura petals. Hanging baskets filled with sakura blossoms fell from the ceiling, hanging on tiny pieces of thin red ribbon.

A pretty waitress with shiny black hair pulled into a bun with a red ribbon and a red kimono on came. "Two to be seated?"

"Yes, please," Sango replied, snapping Kagome out of her transfixed gaze at the horrible place. "Only... How about a larger table?"

"Oh, alright," the waitress smiled a fake, cheerful smile and took them to a table for four by the window. She ushered them to sit and left for the kitchens on an order of a bottle of wine.

"A bottle of wine?" Kagome asked suspiciously, staring at the couples around them, a few even making out. "What's with that? And.. This place. The Red Kimono? Why are we here?! Oh, Kami, Sango, are you a lesbian?! Why didn't you tell me before? Are we on a date?! Ahh, I'm not interested in girls, I swear! Oh, Sango.."

"Will you shut up?" Sango hissed. "I'm not lesbian. I... I just happen to hear this place served really good food."

"But obviously don't provide rooms," Kagome muttered, throwing looks of disgust at a couple making out over their sugar bowl. "Please, Sango, can we get out of here..."

Suddenly the door opened with a bang. Who other, then our lovely friends Miroku and Inuyasha. Miroku appeared to be struggling to drag Inuyasha in, while Inuyasha was yelling at the top of his lungs, letting out a stream of colorful curse words.

"What the fuck?! I am not going in there... Go pick up girls by yourself, you damn pervert! Leave me out of it! I don't want to watch while you and some girl smooch over your damn dinner, lecher! There is no fucking way I'm going to.." his eyes widened as he stared at the place, decorations and all. "Oh, SHIT! You've go to be kidding me! There is absolutely, no fucking way I'm going to..."

Miroku spotted them. "Sango!" he said breathlessly. "What a... surprise to see you here, I had no idea..." he yanked Inuyasha towards their table. "I promise, I was not picking up girls. I just.. heard this place served good food, you know."

"Yes, of course," Sango replied coolly.

Inuyasha spotted Sango, and his amber eyes gazed fixedly on Kagome. He shut up immediately.

Kagome stared back.

"What the... fucking hell are you doing here?!" she whispered.

Inuyasha remained speechless.

"What the hell are you guys planning?!" Kagome hissed at Sango and Miroku, who stared at the ceiling innocently, whistling and twiddling their thumbs.

"I, am so out of here..." she threw down her napkin that she was placing on her lap prior to the intrusion and stood up quickly, ready to leave.

"Wait, no!" Sango pleaded, grabbing Kagome's hand and pulling her down. "C'mon, stay, please? I planned out the night and I don't want you to.. ruin it!"

"Not with him around.." Kagome pointed a shaky finger at Inuyasha, who's face remained expressionless.

"Oh, well you guys just stop being so fucking immmature?!" Miroku suddenly snapped, and everybody froze, staring at him. Miroku hardly ever swore.

"You guys are just being so stupid, acting like five year olds! I swear, my little sister could handle this better than you guys! Not that I really have a little sister," Miroku added sheepishly, and Sango sweatdropped. "But that's not the point! You guys just need to stop it and start acting like adults! Sango and I just happen to be friends, and so you both will be seeing a bit of each other, so deal with it! Just say sorry and forgive each other already! Both of you! Shake hands and pretend you've never met before. GET WITH THE PROGRAM. We don't have ALL DAY to wait for you guys to make up you're silly arguments, so I'm DAMN tired of waiting!"

He slammed his fist on the table.

The silence was only broken when Sango hastily added, "And only friends, you lecherous monk."

Kagome giggled weakly.

"Fine," Inuyasha grumbled. "But only as long as she agrees."

Kagome glared at him. "Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"FINE."

Silence.

"Ahemhem," Sango laughed weakly. "Shall we order?"

The night proceeded.

Twenty minutes later, the food had arrived, and they were all munching on food. Sango and Miroku were on some serious talk about who-knows-what, while Inuyasha and Kagome just sat there, carefully avoiding each other's gazes.

Inuyasha picked up his burger.

Kagome drank a sip of wine.

Inuyasha put down his burger.

Kagome became suddenly interested in her salad.

Inuyasha picked up his burger again.

They both looked up.

Glare. Glare.

Kagome sighed, suddenly, setting down her fork.

"What the hell are you sighing about, bitch?" Inuyasha snapped, saying the first words of their conversation.

"I'm sighing," Kagome glared at him, then her expression softened. "Because I realized how immature and childish we have been acting."

"So?" Inuyasha replied, ego shoving it's way through his mouth. "It's you the one who's been acting immature and childish."

"Oh, and you're not acting childish at all."

"I'm not!"

"I'm not!" Kagome mimicked in a high voice.

"Stop doing that!"

"Stop doing that!"

"You're annoying the hell out of me!"

"You're annoying the hell out of me! Oh no! I'm going to go tell my mommy! Ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno...."

Kagome suddenly stopped to take a breath. Then continued. "Ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno.."

"Shut up, bitch!"

"Ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno..."

"I said, shut up, bitch!"

Kagome smirked.

Inuyasha stuck his tongue out.

Silence conquered the table once more.

Getting an idea, Inuyasha reached over the table to get the ketchup, and in the process 'acidentally' knocked over the salt. The salt shaker's top fell off and toppled sideways, spilling salt all over Kagome's salad.

"Ahh! You asshole!" Kagome screeched, took the mustard, and squirted it all over Inuyasha's face.

Inuyasha's eyes widened, but it was too late. The thick yellow liquid dripped from his face.

Kagome suddenly realized what she had done. "Oh... Oops!" She cried, and peered at Inuyasha's amber eyes through the mustard covering his face. She took one glance at the angry boy before bursting out laughing.

"What?!" Inuyasha said irritably.

"You... look... so... stupid!" Kagome said between fits of giggles.

Inuyasha smirked. Kagome was too busy laughing to notice him flip off the cap of the mayonaise, dip a spoon in, and fling a spoonful of mayonaise at the pretty, laughing girl.

Kagome shrieked as she felt the icky glob strike her nose. It was Inuyasha's turn to let loose a lovely, golden laugh.

"Ahh, you freak!"

And thus began the food fight.

In the end, the four ended up being kicked out of the restaurant for disturbance. "Second time today," Kagome grinned at Sango, who glared back, but managed a smile.

"Here, I've got some towels," Miroku handed them a few damp towels and they both cleaned themselves off. The food had mostly gone on their faces, so their outfits weren't ruined.

"Aww, you're make-up is all gone now," Sango pouted.

Inuyasha turned to give the towel to Miroku, and saw Kagome. Her face was clean now, thanks to Miroku, and yes, the make-up was gone. But, hardly... anyways..

Her brilliant blue eyes, outlined in black by her thick, long lashes turned their gaze on him. Pink lips parted slightly as she breathed. Slow flush rising on her cheeks from the warmth of the night.

Damn, this girl is real pretty, even without the make-up.

"So, where are you guys going?" Sango asked.

"The historical play at the Tokyo Performing Arts Center," Miroku replied.

"Really? What a surprise. So are we," Sango glanced quickly back at Kagome and Inuyasha to see if they noticed anything strange about them going to the play too, but both of them were too busy staring into each other to notice anything unusual at the moment.

Miroku and Sango exchanged identical evil grins as the ushered the two into the back of Miroku's car. "Plan definitely succesful so far," Sango murmured into Miroku's ear as the brushed by each other.

The car rumbled as they struggled through traffic again to the play.

Inuyasha stared through the window, thoughts whirling inside of his head. I guess she's not all that bad. It might actually be worth knowing her, some one as pretty as that.. And fun, he remembered the delicious food fight they had began earlier.

"I'm Inuyasha," he said suddenly out of the silence.

Kagome stared at him quizzically.

He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you," he added, softly.

She understood. She took his hand.

"I'm Kagome. It's a pleasure."

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A/N: So there you have it. Another chapter of my fab story. If you didn't understand the end, remember when Miroku said, "Shake hands and pretend you never met before."? Well, now Inuyasha has decided that she's worth meeting and decides to 'meet' her. Get it? Haha, anyways. Review!