A/N: I'm sick! I should be working fiercely on Curse of the Gypsy, but I'm struck by inspiration for this story that can not be ignored! I swear it will be updated soon, I just have to get this out before it dries up, you know?
WARNING: I've been getting a lot of reviews that keep asking for Inu/Kag in this story. I thought I made this clear before, but I guess I'll have to go through it again. This story is Kagura/Sesshomaru. That's why I have it filed in their characters. The next installment of this story is Inu/Kag. There will be no Inu/Kag in this story. I'm sorry if this bothers some people, but that's how it is. The next story, Unknown, is totally Inu/Kag, but this is my Kagura/Sesshomaru story. And it will not be changed under any circumstances!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the awesome show Inuyasha. Nor do I own any songs by the excellent band Yellowcard. All I own are my own ideas and a few material possessions. So if I were to be sued, the best they could hope for is Frank the Toaster.
Unexpected
Chapter 3
So on her search for true love,
Kagura turned to the only people she trusted,
And they took on the quest of finding the Prince,
But that was when they came across a frog...
"Hey Sango, check this out!"
Sango St. John, the only girl in her advanced auto shop class, was currently in the process of washing up after a day of being up to her elbows in grease and oil. The last period bell had rung a few minutes before, signaling the end of the day. The girl always took her time though, since she didn't have to worry about taking a bus home.
"What do you two want?" she asked, turning to see what she was being called for.
Inuyasha and Miroku, the only other people in the classroom with her, were checking around, to make sure no one was left to spy on them. Inuyasha disappeared outside. Miroku was signaling for her to come over. Sighing, she trudged over to where he was standing near the open garage door, hands dripping soapy water.
"Grimm and I got these from the junk yard," he said with a grin. "We're gonna fix them up." He grabbed her elbow to take her around the corner and Sango had a brief thought that he was going to leave a greasy handprint on her now-clean arm. But as long as it was Miroku, she didn't much mind-- as long as her elbow was all he touched.
Pulling her around the corner into the unused corner of the parking lot where the auto shop usually stored the broken cars they fixed up, Miroku and Sango joined Inuyasha. He grinned, standing next to something beneath an old pool cover. Gripping the blue plastic, he pulled it off.
"Jesus!" Sango exclaimed, striding forward. There, leaning against the wall, were two beaten and broken motorcycles. They had seen better days, that was for sure, but with some hard work, they could be restored. "The frames are perfect!" Sango exclaimed, turning to the boys. "You're turning into bikers on me?"
"We've always been bikers at heart," Miroku grinned.
"It's a worthwhile venture," Inuyasha explained. "Especially since Demon sold his truck for parts."
Miroku blushed lightly. "The piece of shit couldn't be saved," he said firmly.
Sango grinned. "No doubt. You were in here fixing it nearly every day."
He smiled back. "I have high hopes for this venture."
Sango looked back and forth between them. "If it's a big secret, why tell me?"
"You're the bike expert," Inuyasha said simply. "Perhaps you might lend us a hand?"
"What's in it for me?" Sango asked easily.
"What do you want?" Miroku asked. Suddenly, Sango's mind began clicking back to her conversation that morning with Kagome. This was her perfect in with the middlemen. Kagome wanted information, right? Information she would get!
"I have a proposition for you, boys," Sango said as her lips curved into a dangerous smirk. Inuyasha and Miroku began feeling nervous. "I'll help you with your bikes if you'll be my little moles."
"Moles?" Inuyasha questioned skeptically.
"I want you to get me info on your brother," she said simply.
Both Inuyasha and Miroku paled. "What?!"
"Cool your jets," she said simply. "I just want some personal information. You know, his schedule, his likes and dislikes, what music and movies he likes. Stuff like that."
Miroku and Inuyasha looked at her strangely. "Why do you want to know that?" Miroku finally got the courage to ask.
"My friend Kagome and I want to set him up with my stepsister," Sango said with a casual shrug. "Playing cupid is very involved, you know."
"You are trying to set my brother up with your stepsister, on purpose?" Inuyasha asked with a horrified look. "Are you insane!?"
"It wasn't my idea!" Sango said, holding up her hands. "It was Kagome's! I'm just going along with it because I can't think of anyone better." Shaking her head, Sango tried to give a rushed explanation. "She wants us to find her a date for Homecoming because she really wants to get that asshole Naraku to notice her or something, but Kagome wants her to get a better guy, which I totally agree with. And Kagome knows Sesshomaru better than I do, so I just figured, why not?"
She explained the entire explanation in one breath and only paused then because she ran out of air to speak with. Sango gulped in another breath, and Miroku held up his hands. "Okay, you win!" he conceded.
Inuyasha nodded. "We'll find out what we can, but you have to help us with the bikes. Deal?"
"Deal," Sango grinned. "But it'll have to wait until tomorrow," she added.
"Why?" Miroku asked, trying to be subtle. "Got a date or something?"
Sango scoffed. "Hardly. I'm going to the football game with Kagome, so she can cheer on her boyfriend." Rolling her eyes, Sango headed back into the shop to finish washing up and head out to meet up with her best friend.
Inuyasha elbowed Miroku. "Smooth, Romeo," he laughed.
"Don't be hatin', bro," Miroku said with a frown. "I don't see you courting any of the finer sex lately."
Inuyasha shrugged. "None of these high school chicks are worth my time," he said seriously. "Cars are my only love."
"Yeah, right," Miroku laughed, gripping the handlebars of his motorcycle and wheeling it toward the shop. Inuyasha followed.
"I'm serious man! You show me a girl worth the trouble, and I'll happily play the game of love. And you can be sure I'll do it better than you do with Sango!"
Miroku didn't comment, only blushed as he watched the girl in question sprint from the shop, green and brown braids flying.
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Kagome stood in her usual place, the same place she always stood when waiting for Sango to come-- behind home plate on the varsity baseball team, just across the way from the football field and one of the student parking lots. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder and she leaned against the fence with a bored expression.
"Sorry I'm late!" Sango called as she rounded third base and headed for home. She was struggling into her leather jacket while keeping a firm hold on the one good strap of her backpack.
Kagome smiled. "It's okay. I've got news for you!" she said excitedly, ready to divulge her plans.
"And I've got a surprise for you," Sango said with a grin.
"You first," Kagome laughed.
"I was able to secure Grimm and Demon for recon!" Sango announced. "They'll be gathering info on Sesshomaru for us so we can plan."
Kagome grinned throwing an arm around Sango's shoulders. "How did you get them to do that?"
Sango smiled. "They need my expertise." At Kagome's look, she explained better. "They purchased two old motorcycles to fix up. They got a list of problems, but the frames are solid. They'll need a lot of work, but you know how devoted I am to the craft of motorcycle repair."
"Of course," her friend said with a nod. "They went to the right girl for help in that department."
"So I bribed them," she giggled happily. "They get me information and I'll help them out."
"Harpy!" Kagome exclaimed with a grin.
"Yeah well, what can you do in today's world?" Kagome had to agree. "What about you? Did you get Jakotsu in?"
"He's into it, but we're going to talk it over with Bankotsu after the football game. You know he's starting tailback?"
"Well, the boy can run," Sango said with a nod. "Look how long it took Jakotsu to catch him!"
They shared a laugh as they skipped down toward the football field. Already it was filling with school supporters and rival fans as the opposing team rolled up in their school bus. A banner adorning the yellow paneling read "The Wandering Knights".
Over the loudspeaker, the game announcer began his usual opening montage. Kouga Wolfe had been on the football team last year until an injury on his arm required surgery and took him out of the game. Now he was the high-spirited announcer for every game, and he was very good at it, being a loudmouth in his own right.
"Okay, everyone!" he said happily. "Get ready for a great game tonight. Our opponents, the OBHS Wandering Knights. Will they triumph against our beloved Fighting Frogs?" There was a thunderous shout of outrage from all the fans adorning green. "I didn't think so!"
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Kagome and Sango took their usual seats for the game, front row in the right bleachers. It was right behind the Frogs' bench, so Kagome could happily cheer on Hojo. Sango, who was less of an avid Hojo-fan, but was an enthusiastic fan of football games, cheered on the Frogs. She also heckled the other team mercilessly, creating a mass chant of "Knights Suck" at least three times. Each time Kouga was forced to tell them to shut up by the principle in the press box.
For all the excitement in the crowd, it was equally exciting on the field. It began where the Knights swept by the Frogs to score two touchdowns in the first quarter. Yet, the Frog fans were not disheartened, and the beloved amphibians made a comeback by halftime, scoring two goals of their own. Still, the Knights kept them running, and the third quarter ended with them up by three points. It looked as if it were all over for the Frogs, until they pulled a stunning upset and scored a touchdown and won the game.
Frogs and Frog supporters all erupted into pandemonium at the first win of the season. Hojo, star of the game, even jumped the divider between the field and the bleachers to give a victory kiss to Kagome before going back to celebrate with his team. Kagome, still rather shy with the public displays of affection, became flustered, but smiled nonetheless. Sango only made a face and grabbed her friend by the elbow.
"Come on, let's go find Jakotsu and Bankotsu." Kagome nodded and turn to tell Hojo. Looking at him laugh and fool around with his teammates, she decided it better not to get him involved. First she'd deal with her friend's issues; then she'd deal with her own.
"Right," Kagome replied as she followed Sango down the stairs and toward the back of the bleachers. As expected, Jakotsu and Bankotsu, still in his uniform and pads but minus a helmet, were there. And they were involved in an activity that made Kagome blush politely as she looked away. Sango cleared her throat loudly.
In an attempt at humor, she lowered her voice to a more masculine pitch. "Yo, I got yo' money. You got my smack?"
Jakotsu, who still hand his arms around Bankotsu, rolled his eyes and looked over at his boyfriend. "I forgot to mention that we had an audience with those two after the game."
Kagome grabbed Sango's shoulders and smiled apologetically. "We can come back later if you want," she offered. "Don't let us interrupt."
Bankotsu shrugged and frowned slightly. "The moment's gone, so we might as well talk."
"I'm really sorry," Kagome apologized again. She could imagine the awkwardness of having someone walk in on you during an intimate act. Her brothers had opened the front door after one of her dates with Hojo to find them making out on the front step. She hadn't been able to look anyone in the eye for days.
Both boys shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say it wasn't the first or last time someone caught them together. "So what is this little gathering under the bleachers about, anyway?" Bankotsu asked. Clearly, his mind was jumping to certain conclusions. Sango, whose mind was equally filthy, jumped to the same and quickly held up her hands.
"It's nothing sexual, at least nothing sexual involving any of us present," she said firmly. "We're here on behalf of my stepsister."
"And what does she want with us?" Bankotsu asked.
"Nothing," Kagome said with a secretive smile. "We're attempting to hook her up with your friend, Sesshomaru. That's why we come to you, begging for help."
"Kagome asked me in class today," Jakotsu told his boyfriend while toying with the end of his braid. "I said we should ask you, since you'd probably have more sway over his majesty's mating habits."
Bankotsu considered this, watching both girls with a level gaze that gave nothing away. Kagome met his gaze evenly, proving no ulterior motives. Sango got a little bored and clicked her tongue. The football player's gaze shifted to her. Sango met it unflinchingly, as fearless as ever. "Which sister are we talking about here?" Bankotsu finally voiced.
The Hart sisters were famous in the school, but he would be damned if he set one of his best friends up with one of those featherbrained twins. "Kagura," Sango said with a smile.
Bankotsu broke into a grin at the sound of her name. Kagura Hart was probably the bossiest, darkest, and scariest bitch in the entire school. Never had there been a woman more perfect for Sesshomaru, as if she had been crafted for the man himself.
"Oh, we'll help you," he said with a grin and a nod.
Kagome and Sango both grinned happily. "Perfect!" Sango announced.
"For right now, all we need you to do is convince Sesshomaru to go to the Homecoming dance," Kagome explained. "Once we get him to agree to go, then we can move on to 'Plan B'."
"What's Plan B?" Jakotsu asked.
Kagome smiled that secret, signature half-smile that showed her at her prettiest. "Helping the two of them fall in love of course," she declared.
"Do you really think it will work?" the two men asked her.
"No," Sango said flatly.
"Come on you three!" Kagome said, hands on her hips with a determined look in her dark blue eyes. "You've got to believe in the power of love. Things just… have a way of working themselves out."
"If you say so," Jakotsu said. "Let's just hope your instincts extend beyond fashion."
Kagome laughed. "If I can master buttonhook stitch work, I can do anything."
"We'll work on Sesshomaru," Bankotsu said with a nod. "You guys work on Kagura. Somehow I doubt she'll go for the idea easily."
"You and me both," Sango nodded. With that, the two pairs parted. Sango and Kagome headed back to the parking lot while the football player and his boyfriend decided to spend a little more time under the bleachers.
"I'll go get Kagura to take us home," Sango said with a sigh. "She's probably still working on her articles."
"I'll meet you two at the car," Kagome agreed. The green-haired girl scampered off and Kagome continued on her way to the car. When she didn't find it in the normal spot, Kagome remembered that Kagura moved the car closer to the school when she had a paper meeting. With a sigh, she headed towards the back parking lot near the auto shop garage and the English hallway of the school.
She located the Sundance, but the parking lot was free of Sango and Kagura. With a sigh, Kagome hopped up on to the hood to wait. After a few minutes, she heard steps, but when she looked up, she didn't see her friends. Instead, Hojo was walking toward her. He was changed into normal clothes now, with his helmet and gym bag tucked under one arm. Kagome smiled and turned toward him.
"Hey," she waved. "Why aren't you going out to celebrate with your comrades?" she asked playfully.
"I wanted to see if I could convince you to come with me," he said when he reached her. He tossed his stuff to the ground and positioned himself in front of her, hands resting on her hips and eyes level with hers.
"I'm sorry, Hojo," Kagome said with a frown. "I can't tonight."
"Why?" Hojo asked with a sigh. "It's Friday. You don't have to work or anything."
"I have the boys tonight," she reminded him.
"Can't you get Sango to watch them? It's not like she has a boyfriend or anything."
Kagome felt her annoyance rising. It was like she was caught in some kind of war between Hojo and Sango. Both of them threw barbs at each other through Kagome, disliking from afar. "She was watching them yesterday. I'm not imposing on her again. And you know I always watch them on Fridays. It's tradition."
"They're old enough to look after themselves," Hojo insisted. "You can come out for a few hours."
"Kohaku is only eleven," Kagome said with a frown. "He can't handle a Souta and Shippou alone."
"Can I come over then?" he asked, pulling her off of the car.
"You should go out and celebrate with your team," Kagome reminded him. "You are the Captain."
"Do you not want to spend any time with me?"
Kagome looked away from him, angry more with herself than him. Other girls didn't have so many excuses in their lives to prevent them from being with their boyfriends. She did want to spend time with him, but for Kagome Higurashi, time was not something that was easy to come by. "I do, you know I do! But the team needs you more tonight." He only grunted in response. As a sign of appeasement she asked, "What about tomorrow night?"
"I can't," he said with a grimace. "I have to go to help my father."
"Sunday night, then?"
"Sunday night," he agreed. As he leaned in to seal it with a kiss, Kagome heard a cough nearby and moved her head. Hojo met her cheek and Kagome saw that they were being watched by two guys in the auto shop. Her eyes went wide and she turned away, face growing redder by the second.
"What's the matter?" Hojo asked.
"Those auto shop guys are watching," she whispered. "You know I'm not a fan of PDA."
Hojo sighed and turned away from her. "You know, sometimes I don't know why I try so hard with you, Kagome," he said loudly.
"I don't know either," she whispered to herself as she watched him grab his things and stomp off. He stomped past Kagura and Sango on their way to the car, pausing long enough to snort at Sango. She only raised her eyebrow-- and would have raised her fist if Kagura hadn't grabbed her arm.
"Don't make things hard for Kagome," she reminded.
"Why was he in such a huff?" Sango asked when they got to Kagome.
"Auto shop guys were watching us," Kagome said as she crawled into the backseat and hid her red face in her hands. "I didn't want him to kiss me."
"Auto shop guys…?" Sango stuck her head out the window and spied Inuyasha and Miroku coming out of the alley where they stored their bikes. "Figures," she muttered as they drove home.
"Do you think Sango saw us?" Miroku asked Inuyasha as they saw the car pull out.
"Why does it matter?" Inuyasha asked.
"'Cuz she might think we were spying on that girl," he explained. "Then she'd be pissed. My arm just healed from the wrench incident!"
"That was for your hands, if you'll recall," Inuyasha reminded him. "Not for spying on some chick being molested in a parking lot."
Miroku nodded reluctantly. "Do you think that was the infamous Kagome?"
"What do I care?" Inuyasha said while rolling his eyes and cleaning up his work to head for home. "You saw how she was jerking that football player around. Just another girl playing the game."
Miroku sighed and watched him friend with a frown. "You really have no faith in tender feelings, do you?"
"Not especially," his friend commented. "I've gotten this far on my own. I doubt my lack of feminine attachment will stunt my life any more."
"Grimm, I say this because I am your friend and I love you," Miroku said, flinging an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "You need to get laid, very badly."
Inuyasha laughed and shook his head.
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The Hart household was quite that evening. Both parents were working late. Yura and Kanna had gone to a victory party at one of the team player's houses. Kagura and Sango had nuked some day-old burritos in the microwave and had retired to the living room to work on their respective activities. As most high school students, weekend homework was held over until Sunday night. And since neither had dates nor parties nor places to be, they worked on their hobbies.
Sango was tempted to go next-door and watch videos with Kagome and her brothers, but she didn't. Friday night was the only time in the week Kagome could just lay around with her three younger brothers. She didn't want to intrude on that. Instead, Sango brought her guitar downstairs and sat on the couch with it over her shoulder, plucking at the strings.
Kagura sat on the other side of the room, one of her notebooks in her lap. One pen was in her hand, flying across the page, and the other was tucked behind her left ear. They each worked in comfortable silence between them. It was because of nights like this, when they were alone together, that Kagura and Sango had grown so comfortable in one another's presence.
After an hour of varied tunes from Sango and false-started poems by Kagura, the poet cracked her back and looked up at her stepsister. "Hey, San?"
"Yeah?"
"Think you could play me some inspiration music?"
Sango grinned. "What would you like me to play, exactly?"
Kagura shrugged. "Whatever you got."
"No problem!" Sango said excitedly. "I just perfected this song and I meant to play it for Kagome. I'll try it out on you first." Kagura grinned as Sango tuned her guitar just right and began to strum out a tune. It was fast paced and exciting. A few bars into it, Sango even began singing the words, an uncalled for pleasure, one that had Kagura smiling as she leaned back in her chair. Sango's voice was like a clear bell, as thick as syrup, the kind of voice that could haunt a person till their dying day. It was a voice meant for singing and nothing else.
"Mary belongs to the words of a song. I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her. But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore. Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.
"She is the one, but I have a purpose. She is the one, and I have to fight this. She is the one, a villain I can't knock down. I see your face with every punch I take, and every bone I break, it's all for you. And my worst pains are words I cannot say; still I will always fight on for you.
"Mary's alive in the bright New York sky, the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her. Everything's small on the ground below, down below. What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?
"She is the one, all that I wanted. She is the one, and I will be haunted. She is the one; this gift is my curse for now. I see your face with every punch I take, and every bone I break, it's all for you. And my worst pains are words I cannot say; still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you…"
When she let the last chord fall, Kagura applauded with a smile. Sango grinned, obviously satisfied with her work. She patted her guitar happily. "I can also play it on the violin, but I wanted to do it on the guitar too."
"What song is that?"
"Gifts and Curses, by Yellowcard. It's only from the best movie ever."
"Spiderman 2?" Kagura laughed.
"You know me too well," Sango giggled. "I fell in love with the song. Yellowcard is one of the only bands I can stand that uses violin in their music."
"That's because it's punk rock," Kagura reminded her. "And that's only because you're a little punk yourself."
Sango stuck out her tongue, playfully. "Did it help open the creative gates?"
"It will," Kagura said with a nod. "Mostly I was just bored and I wanted to hear you sing."
Sango actually blushed. Her music was the only thing about herself that she was insecure about. Compliments meant the world to her. "Anytime, Sis."
Kagura smiled. Then she remembered one of her steps from her list. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"No idea. Why?"
"Do you think you and Kagome are up to a trip to the mall?"
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"I can't believe there isn't one dress in this entire mall that I want to wear!" Kagura screamed at the top of her lungs. She stood on a bench in the middle of the first floor of the mall. Several passersby stopped to openly stare at her.
"Kagura! Get down before someone calls the Rent-a-cops on us!" Kagome yelled at her, hands on her hips. Sango was no help at all since she had dissolved into a fit of giggles when her stepsister had taken control of the bench like a street prophet raving about the end of the world.
"It's indecent!" Kagura declared. "Immoral! Impossible!"
"Obviously it is possible!" Sango said with a grin. "We've been through the entire first floor and you've yet to find a dress you even like."
Kagura pouted as she hopped off the bench and allowed Kagome and Sango to grab her arms and drag her to the escalator as Mall security started heading in their direction. "We can hide in here," Kagome said. The three of them ducked into a clothing store and waited until the coast was clear.
"Might as well look around," Kagura commented, wandering among the racks.
"I doubt we'll find anything here," Sango said while wrinkling her nose. "This is a preppy store."
"Hey!" Kagome said with a frown. "I used to shop here!"
"Exactly," Sango grinned. "But luckily you don't anymore."
"No," Kagome grinned back. "Now I shop at K-mart."
Sango shrugged and the pair followed Kagura. After a while of wandering, the seniors three sighed as one. "It's no use. I'll never find a dress," Kagura whined.
"I could always make you something," Kagome said with a shrug. "I'm almost finished with my own. I'm gonna use it double for Prom."
Kagura winced slightly as she looked at Kagome. "Kag, you know I love you designs… " she began, not having the heart to really go through with it.
Kagome only smiled. "It's okay to say no. I don't think anything I've done recently is your style anyway."
Kagura gave an apologetic look and searched in vain a little more. "I have give up on the youth of today!"
Sango pulled the two smell headphones attached to her MP3 player out of her pocket and put them in her ears, playing a few tracks by lesser-known bands called Divinity Destroyed and Your Best Regret. "You'll just have to stop being picky is all," she said plainly.
"Hmph," was her intelligent reply. "Where are you two on helping me get a date?"
"We have someone in mind," Kagome replied, looking at a dress longingly. She tore her gaze from the fabric to look at Kagura and smile slightly. "We're just waiting to see if he'll do it."
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"Sesshomaru, buddy," Bankotsu greeted his long-time friend with an innocent smile. He waltzed into Sesshomaru's study, a small room adjacent to his bedroom on the second floor of his family's rather lavished home. Sesshomaru himself sat behind the desk, papers strewn about around him. Jakotsu followed a few steps behind, still eyeing the expensive furniture that adorned the room. Sesshomaru's mother had such great taste!
Sesshomaru regarded him for a moment. "Whatever you want, the answer is no," is what he said before looking down at the papers he was reading.
Bankotsu scowled and turned to Jakotsu, who had come up beside him. "Oh, stop pouting," his boyfriend said to Sesshomaru with a frown. "You have no social life beyond the newspaper. What we want, we want because we love you!"
"What exactly do you want?" Sesshomaru asked, not looking up but adjusting the glasses on his nose.
"We want you to go to the Homecoming dance."
"No."
"We want you to go with a girl to the Homecoming dance."
"No."
"We've already got you a date," Jakotsu said with a shrug. "So you might as well give in."
"No," Sesshomaru repeated, until he realized what his soon-to-be-ex-friend just said and his eyes widened a fraction. "Please tell me he did not just say he already got me a date," he asked of Bankotsu.
"Sorry, dude," Bankotsu said with a shrug. "It's already worked out."
Sesshomaru calmly placed the papers down on his desk. Then he took the glasses off of his nose, folded them gently, and placed them on top of the papers. He eased his chair out from behind his desk, stood, and walked toward his friends with a calm that only came before a fierce storm.
"If I were to kill both of you right now," he asked rhetorically in an airy tone, "would that be murder or charity?"
"Murder," Jakotsu reminded him, taking a small step back and hiding behind his boyfriend. It wasn't the smartest of moves, considering that Bankotsu was a few inches smaller than his energetic boyfriend.
Sesshomaru crackled his knuckles and glared. "Who did you two geniuses set me up with anyway?"
Bankotsu was more at ease in the face of an angry Sesshomaru than Jakotsu. "You have to agree to go first."
"No," Sesshomaru said with narrowed eyes.
"We already made arrangements with her two friends," Bankotsu said languidly. "Just say you'll go."
"Tell me who she is."
"Agree to come."
"No."
"Then we won't tell you."
"…"
"What was that?"
"Fine."
"Good," Bankotsu said with a nod, obviously pleased. "Congrats to you, Sesshomaru, you're the lucky man who gets to escort Miss Kagura Hart to this year's Homecoming Dance."
"…Fuck."
A/N: Yay! Finished again! Curse of the Gypsy and Safer on the Outside are coming alone, I promise! They are just taking a while considering my co-author is on vacation and I've been very busy as of late. Please remember to review because you're reviews make me happy! And thank you for reading!