A/N: I just wanted to make things clearer in this chapter because one of the readers got confused…
Since all four of them won the contest, they all get tickets to Hawaii and share A SUITE. A four-bedroom suite. One bedroom for each of them. It may seem like Inuyasha and Miroku and Sango and Kagome have different rooms…but they don't. heh.
I do not own 'The District Sleeps Alone Tonight' by 'The Postal Service'. Although I love that song to pieces X3
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When To Get Along
"Sango, I never knew you cared so much."
"I don't care, you pervert! I'm just…annoyed!"
"Oh sure, like I'll believe that." Miroku winked at her.
Sango heaved a sigh and raised her eyebrows at Kagome before announcing that she was going to take a shower and stormed out of the room.
The raven-haired girl giggled silently and sat down on the leather couch.
Miroku switched on the wide-screen television just as Inuyasha strolled into the room with a coke in his hand and sat on the couch adjacent to hers. He gave Kagome a casual glance before turning his attention to the TV
"Hey, lecher. There's no free porn here, just so you know."
Miroku threw him a dirty look, "Inuyasha, do you think I only live for porn?"
Inuyasha met his gaze coolly, "Duh."
The dark-haired boy sighed, "I knew that there was no porn, anyways. I checked the listings."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote control from him, "Gimme that." He flicked on an action movie and started watching, a bored expression on his face.
Kagome looked at him, "Does anything ever make you happy?"
Inuyasha changed the channel. "Killing people and hanging them over my bedroom windows."
She made a face in disgust. "You're revolting."
"And you're annoying."
"Well you're an idiot."
"Wench."
"Baka."
"Bitch."
"Jackass."
Miroku sighed heavily, "Will you guys stop it? You're both acting like little kids, and I had to listen to this throughout the whole goddamn plane trip."
The room became silent, after an irritated "Keh," from Inuyasha. They all jumped when the phone rang. Kagome quickly got up to answer it, "Hello?"
A woman's cool voice answered, "Hello, this is Kanna from NaraCo Inc. Is this Kagome
Higurashi?"
"Yes, this is her," the girl answered politely.
"We called to see if everyone had gotten here okay. Are there any problems? We hope you're all right with the arrangements—there was only one suite available in the hotel."
"Oh…" Kagome glanced at the two boys sitting at the couch—the arrangements. Miroku burped and Inuyasha laughed, responding with a louder belch. She rolled her eyes, but not wanting to cause any trouble, she answered lightly, "We're fine."
"We hope you enjoy your stay here in Hawaii."
"Why, thank you," Kagome replied.
"Okay, then. Have a nice day."
Kagome placed the phone back in the room just as Sango came in the room, drying her hair with a towel from the shower.
"Hey Kagome," the girl eagerly chirped, "check it out – they have 'Lacoste' fragrance in our rooms!"
Kagome's eyes lit up, "Omigosh, that's awesome! What else do they have?" and the two excited young women ran into their rooms to ravage them for more goodies.
Inuyasha and Miroku threw each other a girls look.
Miroku pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket, "Hey, Yasha, check this out – one of my buddies rigged up a list of all the greatest parties and nightclubs here," he waggled his eyebrows, "with the hottest girls…"
Inuyasha gave the boy a dead look, "So what," he grumbled, "none of them matter."
Miroku clapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, cheer up, Yasha. It doesn't mean you can't have any fun…"
A while passed before the boy he was talking to smiled genuinely for the first time ever since he had gone on this trip. "You're right. It doesn't…."
"There we go," his friend laughed, "for a second I was beginning to think you were gay!"
If looks could kill, Miroku would have been a sizzling pile of sludge right about then.
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Kagome sighed and stared at the ceiling, lying stretched out on her mattress, her room a mess and completely ridded of all the complimentary towels, soaps, shampoos, and fragrances it contained. She put her headphones on her ears, and closed her eyes as 'The Postal Service' started playing on her Walkman.
'Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening…to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath…'
And the memories started flowing in immediately, filling the pauses and gaps in the song, taking her through a time portal, and transforming her back into ten-year-old Kagome.
'Where I am…'
"Kagome, honey, can you come into the room for a second?"
She hugged her bear close to her chest and walked into the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the dining table.
'Where I am…'
"Mama?" she asked quietly, and her mother gently placed her on her lap.
"Kagome, you remember your father went on that business trip?"
"Yes…" she answered cautiously, squeezing her bear tighter and snuggling into her mother's embrace.
'I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent…'
"What?" she burst out, and tried to crawl out of her mother's hug, "Mama we have to go get him! We-"
And then she felt something wet on her shoulder. Her mother's tears.
'And the only thing…keeping me dry is
Where I am…
Where I am…'
"He didn't mae it, Kagome. Your father…he's no longer with us."
'You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving…
Why I was the one worth leaving…'
The room suddenly became silent. All the noises around her seemed to cease. Even her heart had seemed to make its palpitations quieter.
"He's...dead?"
'The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving…'
She opened her eyes, pressed the stop button on her Walkman, and silently put it away. Even after ten years, that song still brought back the memories as if they had happened yesterday. Her mother's nervous breakdown, Souta running away and returning four nights later, his clothes a mess, blood on his face, and her silent phase that had lasted for almost a year.
She sighed, looking at the CD case, and examining the cover design for maybe the hundredth time. After once again visiting her father's grave three years ago, she had stopped by the music store and purchased that CD. She had fallen in love with it instantly. It was like a sense of comfort, in a strange way.
'Come on Kagome, you're here to enjoy yourself, not wallow in sadness of something that happened a decade ago….' she thought bitterly, pushed herself off the queen-sized bed, and walked back to the living room, where Sango and the guys were talking.
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"A nightclub?" Kagome asked skeptically. "Um…I'm only twenty, not---"
Miroku dismissed her remark with a wave of his hand, "No problem. My friend also got us IDs, though I'm not sure if they'll even check them."
"But—"
"Geez, woman. Do you have to be such a prick?" Inuyasha accused from his spot on the couch.
"I have to agree with the big oaf, Kags," Sango agreed from the kitchen, to Kagome's surprise. "Loosen up a bit, wontcha? Have a little fun!" She grinned and bit into an apple.
Kagome didn't say anything, though the doubtful look remained on her face. After a couple of more minutes of pondering she sighed. "All right."
Sango came out of the kitchen and threw an arm over the raven-haired girl's shoulders. "That's my girl," she said, still grinning, and started dragging Kagome back into her room, "C'mon, let's get ready!"
They entered her room, and Sango started rummaging through Kagome's suitcase, and pulled out a white, laced V-neck with spaghetti straps, decorated with little sequins at the bottom.
"Wow, Kagome," she whistled, "You never told me you owned something like this."
"Yeah…" Kagome rubbed the back of her neck, "I don't know why I brought it really, I—"
Her friend stopped her, raising her hand. "Enough. It's just the thing for nightclubbing. Wear it, and I'll find you pants."
After looking through her suitcase some more, and not being able to find a matching pair of pants, she gave Kagome one of her own. It was a black, shiny yet soft material that hung to the girl's figure, and went past her ankles to pool around her feet.
"Now for your hair." Sango produced a brush and hairdryer, and struck a superman pose. "To the bathroom!"
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Inuyasha yawned, and checked his watch impatiently. "Damnit, how long does it take for them to get ready?"
"Too long." His friend answered, resting his cheek on his hand and gazing dully at the paintings on the walls of the hotel room.
"We're ready!"
The two boys turned to look at the two girls in the entrance of the hallway. Miroku's jaw dropped, and even Inuyasha had to stop himself from gazing in shock. Kagome had straightened her hair and tied it in a loose ponytail, and had left two strands to frame her soft features.
'God…" He had to turn away.
Kagome looked at him smiling, "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, still not looking at her. "N-no. It's nothing."
'How did she do that?'
Kagome's smile faltered, and she looked at the ground. "Oh." Was all she mumbled.
Meanwhile, Miroku was still agape at Sango's outfit. The girl had worn a black mini skirt with matching pantyhose under a strapless dark red top. Her hair was done in a simple yet sexy high ponytail.
"Sango, you look lovely."
Sango beamed, "Why thank you. You don't look too bad yourself!" she gestured to the boy's dark purple silk shirt and black denim jeans.
Miroku stood up, and held out his arm, "Shall we go, my lady?"
The girl he was talking to giggled and linked her arm through his, "But of course!"
He looked back, "What about you, Miss Kagome?" he held out his other arm, "Care to join me, too?"
Kagome smiled halfheartedly and took his arm, and they walked out the door. Inuyasha followed them; rolling his eyes and muttering something about stupid guys who tried to act like pimps.
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A/N: Please review, guys. I need second opinions on this story. Eh.
And of course at least ONE of the characters has to be OOC. This is an AU, not a story set in the feudal era. People change through the centuries Oo