Author's Note: My apologies if this chapter is a bit short. But I had to cut it off at the end. =D Anyways, I'm glad you all are enjoying my fic. The next few chapters are going to be a bit of Kikyou-bashing, as you can tell by the chapter name. Hehehe. Oh well. Enjoy!

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Summary: High school is finally over. Summer's swept and gone, and Tokyo University is just a bus ride away. College. It's time to start thinking about 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.

Rating: PG13. Unless you guys want some citrus? x.o; If you want, just tell me.


Can I Buy You a Drink?

Chapter Seven - Homecoming Bitch

By Blurreth

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

It's nice to know you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

--So Much For my Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne

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The Tokyo Performing Arts Center, where the play was being held, was minutes away. About thirty, in face. Following the sweet episode Inuyasha and Kagome had displayed demonstrating their forgiveness (and earning a quick exchange of a few smiles between Miroku and Sango), the rest of the ride was silent.

During a traffic hold up, Miroku tapped his fingers impatiently on the wheel. It was awfully silent. Looking throught rearview mirror, he noted Kagome and Inuyasha stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking, and when they did happen to meet gazes they would flash an easy grin and look out the window quickly with a red tint creeping up their cheeks. Those two are so going to fall in love, Miroku thought happily.

As for his own dearest and beloved Sango, she was gazing out at the city lights through her own window, a bit starry-eyed. Oh, she looked so beautiful. Checking the traffic to see if it was still unmoving, he slipped a hand under Sango's bottom.

"PERVERT!"

A resounding slap echoed through the car and nearby drivers either stared in amusement or waggled their eyebrows at Miroku, who was now barely concious and fazed, with a red handprint distinctly on his right cheek.

Inuyasha and Kagome rolled their eyes.

Sango snuffed audibly and crossed her arms across her chest and muttered distinctly, "He'd actually be kind of cute if he wasn't so fucking perverted..."

Inuyasha suddenly let loose a dry, hacking cough while Kagome giggled.

"Aww, I knew you guys would hook up and finally realize how much you guys were meant for each other," Kagome teased and earned a glare from Sango.

"Hmph."

Inuyasha snickered. "Looks like he's out cold. Guess I get to drive."

He grinned wickedly, threw open his door and opened the driver's, stuffed the swirly-eye Miroku (whom Kagome 'eeped' about and presed against her door, farthest away from the body as possible), and jammed his foot on the pedal.

(Somehow the traffic had been completely still during this whole scene so didn't block up any drivers, but when Inuyasha got in the driver's seat, all the cars magically disappeared, giving him the whole damn road.)

Kagome squealed and Sango gripped onto the edge of the seat as the car lurched forward with a sudden boost. Inuyasha laughed maniacally (sooo can't imagine that, can we?) as the spun across the road, tires squeaking shrilly. Miroku's body rolled off the seat, followed by a "SHIT!" and Miroku resurfacing, rubbing his head.

"Fuck, who let Inuyasha drive?!"

"Well, he did kind of already drive for us before, but he wasn't this bad!" Sango screamed from the front seat as Inuyasha bumped the steering wheel and spurred into the next lane. "When we were driving to the Italian restaurant, he was just fine... Ahhh. damn you, Inuyasha, watch out!"

The car was currently in the other lane, with a truck crashing straight towards them. Inuyasha twirled the steering wheel in his hand and they turned into the right lane right in front of another car. The trucker gave Inuyasha the finger before he continued with his... trucking business.

"Crap! Inuyasha can only control his own car, beacause it's so nice and fuck he doesn't want to destroy it! But any other car he's perfectly fine to..." Miroku was cut off by a shrilly scream of Kagome.

"INUYASHA! You're going to KILL us!"

Somehow Inuyasha was going to fast, and he wouldn't make the exit in time. He slammed his foot on the break and the whole car shuddered and shrieked, while he spun the wheel around in his hands towards the exit. Instead of going to it, though, the car was lurching forward to the wall of the highway, prepared to fall of the edge and onto the streets below (it was a raised highway).

Miroku and Sango and Kagome all screamed their lungs out.

"Fuck, you three! I'm trying to drive here," Inuyasha said irritably as he gave up on the exit and continued along the highway.

"Uh, Inuyasha? Our exit was back there?" Kagome squeaked.

"Huh? Oh yeah," he muttered distractedly, and turned the car around in a full U-turn without any thoughts of hesitating or slowing down. All the passengers were slammed into the side door.

This time he drove down the right exit and, very fortunately for the three, right there was the Tokyo PAC (performing arts center). He slid sloppily into an empty parking slot which, by the sounds of an angry driver and a mixture of colorful insults, was previously going to be taken by another driver.

Inuyasha opened the door, stepped out, and stretched. "Well, that was a nice drive, wasn't it?"

Miroku, Sango, and Kagome were both staring at him with wide and terrified eyes and all clinging onto some place in the car with their dear life.

"Nice.."

"Wouldn't exactly be the word..."

"More like--"

"--suicide?!"

Kagome glared at him.

"You could've gotten us killed!" she snapped.

"Aww, come on, it was just a bit of fun.." Inuyasha whined.

Miroku and Sango shook their heads.

"Shall we go?" Miroku offered his hand.

Sango, still lightheaded from the car ride, giggled and took his hand, and they both strolled up the stairway to the red-glowing PAC.

Kagome and Inuyasha, whom were still arguing, suddenly stopped and realized that Sango and Miroku were gone. "Oi! Wait for us!" Inuyasha yelled at them, and he and Kagome hurried up the stairs.

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As the curtains closed, everybody stood and applauded for the actors and actressed that lined up to take one final bow. The play, Kagome decided, was not exactly much of a historical type of play but more like a broadway play explaining past events. There were lights, dances, excellent acting, even a song was slipped in between. Although the play was about two hours long, Kagome loved every minute and, as she glanced over her friends, she could tell her friends did too.

Friends? Sango was definitely her friend, and she guessed she could call Miroku one too, even though he was a bit perverted. As for Inuyasha...

Well, technically they weren't formally 'friends'. After all, they only decided to 'know' each other and not hate each other, but that really didn't make the friends, right? Because if they were friends then he would not be...

"Come on! There's a reception afterwards, let's go!" Inuyasha cried gleefully as he bounded like a happy puppy towards the doors marked 'exit.'

Kagome laughed to herself and followed, closely trailed by Sango and Miroku.

"Lay one finger on me and you're dead meat," Sango hissed to the houshi, who gulped and followed. How did she know I was going to grope her?

"I can read your mind," Sango whispered into his ear and then followed Kagome through the surging crowd. Miroku's eyes widened. Creepy! Then he dashed after his beloved.

Sango and Miroku found the other two in the magnificent front lobby where the reception was. They were both holding dainty napkins, Kagome had a bit of Japanese delicacies, carrot sticks and celery, and a brownie. Inuyasha's napking was staggering under the weight of cakes, cookies, brownies, sweet breads, and crackers. Both were deep in discussion.

"I'm not really sure what art major I should major in, so I picked a bit of everything. Still kinda unsure about my career," Kagome was saying. "I mean, there's of coures the free-lance artist, jeweler, designer, and all sorts of things..."

"Sounds interesting," Miroku commented and sidled up to Inuyasha, attemepting to steal a bit of cookie from Inuyasha's napkin but failed, making him look just plain stupid.

"Hey!" Inuyasha growled, baring his teeth, which was stuffed with brown bits of chocolate cake. Sango and Kagome ewwwwed while Miroku laughed his guts out.

Inuyasha quickly swallowed his food and glared at Miroku. "Get your own food, you moron." He jabbed him in the ribcage.

Suddenly tapping from a microphone was heard. A man stepped up at the front of the crowd, noticed as the producer of the play. He began his speech: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming, as though..."

The man had a voice of a very equal-pitch quality, which caused the crowd to become restless almost immediately. Inuyasha continued to eat his food, and very loudly, I might add, earning a few stares from the people nearby. Miroku jabbed him in the stomach with his elbow, earning a huge 'Ouch!' from Inuyasha. Miroku glared at him.

"Second of all, I'd like to explain the origin of the play. Rumiko Takahashi, will you please?" -Clapping was heard- "Mrs. Takahashi here was the writer of the excellent script for this play, and we'd like to thank her for it. Her motiviation, she says, was the intense..."

The crowd was barely listening. Most were murmuring or eating, like Inuyasha, or simply standing there and pretending to listen. Sango was one of them.

Kagome, on the other hand, had plenty of practice from listening to her not-so-interesting teachers back in high school, and managed to keep attentative. "Sango, listen - " Kagome whispered, shocked. "This isn't just a historical play! This is the first-showing, world premiere for the famous historical broadway play on the fuedal-age!"

"Really?" Sango replied, surprised. "No wonder why the tickets cost so much!"

Kagome giggled.

Finally, the speech was done, and enthusiastic applause was heard. Then, a jazz band struck up a lovely tune and couples began to dance. Miroku returned from the refreshments table with a cup of fruit punch and a cookie. Noting the music, he immediately gulped down his drink and gave the cookie to Inuyasha, who took it greedily, smoothed down his hair, and strode over to Sango.

"May I have this dance?"

Sango giggled and turned to Kagome. Kagome grinned and gave her a thumbs up. Sango nodded and disappeared with Miroku into the crowd.

Kagome watched the two dance. Yes, they would make a very cute couple. Sango wasn't much a dancer but it looked like she was having fun. Miroku was grinning and leading Sango into a half-tango half-salsa, while she was laughing her head off.

Kagome sighed happily. Inuyasha, standing next to her, looked at her and saw her smiling and looking wistfully at the crowd of dancers.

"Um, want to dance?"

Kagome looked at surprise at Inuyasha. He looked genuinely sincere and adorable, with his liquid-honey eyes. "I'd love to!" she smiled happily and led him out to the dance floor.

They began a salsa. Inuyasha turned out to a be a fabulous dancer, and Kagome in return. "Where'd you learn?" Kagome asked, grinning. "I haven't met much men who are great dancers."

Inuyasha chuckled. "One of my old girlfriends was a dancer, and she loved going out to dance on dates and things like that. I practically grew off her. What about you?" he said smiling, watching her whirl around him with astounding grace. "You're not so bad yourself. Of course not better than me, though." He boasted.

Kagome laughed. "Well, I take dance. Not the sissy kind. I do salsa, tango, waltz, and a bit of belly dancing." She grinned sheepishly.

"Well, I'll have to see that sometime," Inuyasha winked at her.

The song ended. The crowd clapped and the band struck up another one. This song was a lot more sweet, soft, and slow... Inuyasha smiled at her and took the girl in his arms.

"This is a nice song," he murmured. His voice was deep and Kagome, who was leaning against his chest as they slow-danced, heard it vibrate and tingle. She giggled.

"Yeah, it is..." she replied softly.

They remained silent.

Miroku and Sango saw them from a distance and grinned to each other, and afterwards returned to their own dancing.

Inuyasha stared down at the girl in his arms. This was actually quite nice, her snuggled up against him, he admitted. It felt awfully... right, to have her in his arms. Although he was a head taller than her, her arms were strung around his neck and his around her slender waist, pulling her close. Her forehead reached the nape of his neck where her silky black tresses trailed down, and Inuyasha had to fight the urge to feel how soft they were.

Kagome, leaning against him, sighed and closed her eyes with happiness. This was really, really lovely. She could feel and hear his relaxed intakes of breath against her cheek and a finger rubbing against her back with her partner's hands around her waist. Oh, this was as perfect as it could get, Kagome thought serenly. This was as perfect...

Suddenly, the two rough arms holding her close suddenly pushed her away from him with as much force as possible, not kindly. The feeling of warmth left her cold. Kagome looked up at Inuyasha with surprise and confusion, but Inuyasha wasn't looking at her. He was looking at another figure, with silky black tressed trailing down.

"Kikyou!"

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A/N: Muahahah. I am so evil. =D Cliffhanger! Anyways, there you have it. Chapter seven. A bit short, but whatever. If you want any citrus in the coming up chapters, just tell me when you REVIEW! So do that right away. Hehehe. Well, bye!

Ja ne!

Blurreth