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Something To Think About

Inuyasha opened his eyes, and closed them just as quickly as a burst of sunlight hit them.

"Ugh…shit." Damn it hurt.

He turned around and stuffed his face into his pillow, grumbling. It felt like a goddamn porcupine was bouncing off the walls of his skull.

What the hell had happened last night? It seemed like a haze, a blur. He had one fucking nasty aftertaste in his mouth, something like booze and morning breath combined. He got up, and the porcupine went crazy, jamming its needles into each and every one of the soft parts of his head. With a groan he flopped back on his bed, wishing he were dead. At least then the pain would go away.

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"What a night…" Sango yawned, stretching as she entered the kitchen. She took out cereal, milk, and a bowl and started preparing her breakfast, "Eh, Kags?"

Kagome sipped her tea, sitting down at the dining table. "You have no idea," she mumbled, "I didn't exactly have the best time of my life at that club…."

Sango rubbed the back of her neck, and sat down across the girl. "Look, I would've stayed with you, but Miroku wanted to dance, and I just—"

Kagome signaled for the girl to stop. "No, Sango, it's fine. You came here to have fun, too. I can't hold you down."

Her best friend nodded absently as she stirred her cereal. "Yeah…" she sighed, "but still, I feel like crap, Kags. I'm sorry."

Kagome shook her head, "Don't worry about it." She brightened suddenly, "So what do you think about Miroku, anyways?"

"Him?" Sango snorted. "Couldn't get enough groping last night, that pervert. If he doesn't wake up soon, you'll know it's because of me beating the crap out of him after the dance."

"But you think he's cute, don't you?"

"No!"

Kagome grinned.

"Then maybe you can tell me why you're blushing!"

"I'm not-" Sango sighed and then playfully glared at her friend. "What about you and the Inuyasha?"

"Uh…what about him?"

"I remember the way you first looked at him. You were almost drooling."

Kagome jokingly shoved her. "I was not." She mumbled, more to herself than her friend.

"Yeah you were. And I also saw you guys leaning on each other on the plane, asleep."

Kagome flushed. "That was an accident," she muttered, "and he was one pissed jerk when he woke up…."

Sango's smile faded. "Oh."

An unusual awkward silence lingered in the room, the only sounds emitting from Sango's spoon clinking against the bowl as she ate.

"But…" Kagome started, "it seems like he had a hard life or something…" she frowned at her tea, stirring it with her finger absentmindedly.

"Well I bet he regrets getting that drunk last night." Sango smiled, "Must be having one dreadful hangover right about now."

Kagome chuckled, and the relaxed atmosphere returned. For the rest of breakfast, she chatted pleasantly with her best friend about movies, guys, TV, hot actors (guys of course), food, and…more guys. Hey, they were only female.

However, one question still lingered in the raven-haired girl's mind. One that she was dying to answer.

'Who the heck is Kikyou…?'

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"Will you hurry up in there?" Miroku yelled, rapping on the bathroom door. "I guess now you know that drinking a gallon of booze in a single night and then passing out is one hell of a stupid idea!"

Retching sounds and a groan from inside answered his complaint. Soon the door opened to find a very disheveled Inuyasha glaring at the dark-haired boy, a toothbrush in his hand. "Shut up," he grumbled, and started brushing his teeth rigorously. "I didn't have any scotch for a while, so sue me."

Miroku rolled his eyes. "Oh, then I suppose it's perfectly fine to drink a load of it in one night."

His friend finished brushing his teeth, spit in the sink, and growled "Bastard…." as he pushed past him. "If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room sleeping for a year."

Miroku shook his head as he sighed, and entered the bathroom. His eyes widened as he came upon the toilet. "Oh my God…"

His voice rang out throughout the whole hotel. "Inuyasha that's fucking gross!"

The silver-haired boy smirked as he entered his bedroom. "Keh, serves you right."

He flopped down on his bed, and was just preparing himself for an extendo-nap when a knock on the door interrupted him.

"C'min…" he mumbled, his face stuffed in the pillow.

The door opened with a soft click and Kagome entered the room. She walked up to the edge of his bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down. "How're you feeling?" She asked softly.

Inuyasha looked up at her and froze as last night's memories suddenly came flooding back to him. He had kissed her. He had fucking kissed her believing that she was Kikyou. Why wasn't she beating the crap out of him right now and screaming about things like personal space, too much drinking, and idiocy.

"Ka…Kagome." He hesitated, not being able to look at her in the eye, "Um…about last night…"

The raven-haired girl fidgeted in her slippers, "Oh…it's all right. You were drunk." She smiled half-heartedly.

"No…" Inuyasha sat up on the beige bed, and stared at the floor. "That was fucked-up of me. Sorry."

Kagome just nodded, gazing at her hands. "Inuyasha…could I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Anything." The boy smiled; relieved that the beating he was expecting hadn't come.

"Who's Kikyou?"

Anything but that. Of course she would ask that question. He had called her that name numerous times while he was drunk.

"Baka," He muttered, slapping his hand to his forehead, hard. The force was doubled because of his hangover, and he collapsed back on the bed, clutching his head. 'Stupid, double, triple Baka!' he thought, grimacing, seeing stars.

Kagome got up from her chair and rushed to him, "Are you okay?" She removed his hands from his forehead, and put them by his side. She pushed his bangs back to see how hard he had hit himself, leaning over him.

Inuyasha's eyes widened, and so did hers when she realized that they all but nose-to-nose. They stared at each other in shock for a while; Kagome's cool hand on his forehead, almost lying on top of the boy beneath her, before the girl flushed a deep red and got off the bed hastily. "S-sorry." She mumbled timidly.

He didn't know what it was, but he had an urge to just pull her back down on top of him, and kiss her for real this time. He shook it off, and licked his dry lips.

'What the hell was that…?'

He sat up on the bed, and grinned at her. "Hey, we're even now."

She smiled blithely, "Sure. Listen, I better leave you to sleep your drunkenness off now." She said, hurriedly backed out of the room, and closed the door.

Inuyasha sighed. At least she had forgotten about Kikyou.

Kagome leaned against the wall outside the door and closed her eyes.

She had allowed herself to get lost in those beautiful, extraordinary amber orbs. They were close, so close that she had practically felt his body heat. She ran her hand through her ebony locks, and groaned. What was going on with her? Wasn't this the guy she wanted to knock out cold? Wasn't this the guy she despised, thought was a jerk, and had awful bedside manners?

Shaking her head, she went into her own room and locked the door. This was something to think about.

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"He's here, sir."

The man's mouth twitched at the corners—the slightest hint of a smile. "Very well. Send him in."

Kanna nodded, and walked off.

A young man not more than twenty-three entered the bleak silver room. His thick brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his blue eyes glittered with awareness. He took a seat in a cold metal chair across from Naraku.

"Kouga Wolfe…" Naraku drawled. He pressed his fingers together under his chin so his hands made an upside-down V shape. "I suppose you know why you're here?"

The man sitting across him shrugged. "Pretty much. You want me to kill one guy, take something from him, kidnap a chick, and bring her to you," he scratched his chin, "oh yeah, and kill the two others to avoid suspicion."

Naraku raised one eyebrow. "You're smarter than you look, Kouga."

Kouga glared at the man. "Of course, there's also the issue about money…"

"Ah, yes…" The pale man took out a metal suitcase, set it down on the table, and opened it. Crisp, green hundred dollar bills peeked out at the brown-haired man. His cobalt colored eyes widened. He reached out for the money.

Before he could grab the suitcase, Naraku shut it closed and swiftly returned it to its place under the table.

"Do not forget that this is your reward, boy. You will get it only if you complete your mission."

Kouga stood up with an obvious arrogance. "Of course. Don't be surprised if you find out I've finished it before you told me too." He smirked and left the room without so much as a goodbye.

Only when the room was totally empty did the man allow himself a cold smile.

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A/N: I liked this chapter X3 a bit of…well not fluff, I'd say, like…squishy or something like that P.

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