Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi!

Author Note: Made some minor changes to each chapter. Enjoy reading:)

Chapter 3
A Failed Attempt

Flirting with Inuyasha, there's nothing too it…Kagome stood by her locker deep in thought. Then again—does he know how to flirt? Do I? The thought sent her into a panic.

"Hey Kagome-chan!" Sango greeted happily. She studied her friend's distressed face and clapped her on the back knowingly. "You'll do fine." Her simple reassurance wasn't enough. Kagome stared at her through big, misty brown eyes.

"How can you be so sure?" Kagome asked fearfully. "Sango, I think I've forgotten how!" Kagome slapped herself on the head, as if she'd just made a shocking discovery.

"Don't be so ridiculous!" Sango scolded kindly. "Of course you know how."

"You seem pretty confident." Kagome noted enviously.

"Yes," Sango agreed, grinning mischievously. "I plan to leave it all up to Miroku."

"Hey!" Kagome protested, grasping Sango's shrewd tactics, "That's unfair!" Truth be told, Miroku was a huge flirt, willing to do just about anything to impress a girl. Because of his gorgeous looks, girls fawned over him, and many even went as far as to welcome his perverted ways.

"Hai, it is" Sango consented, nodding gravely. "But I'll take my chances." She winked after the last remark.

"Mm, yeah" Kagome replied dreamily. If only Inuyasha were that easy…

"Hurry before we're late." Sango was the first to take note of the time and she rushed ahead, with Kagome following at a much slower pace. It wasn't long before the meandering brunette lost Sango in the swarm of students who tried to beat the tardy bell. Kagome continued to stumble to class, still lost in her own little world.

"Hey, move it wretch!" a familiar voice called. Kagome snapped out of her daydreaming as she felt her back collide against something firm and solid. She turned around to gaze into a pair of stunning amber eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and landed with a clunk once his words had settled into her muddled brain. Kagome shook the anger off and smiled tensely.

"What're you smiling about?" Inuyasha asked, getting uncomfortable. What was it with this girl that made him feel so uneasy?

"Oh nothing," Kagome replied earnestly. She made sure she was looking him right in the face, eye to eye, before batting her lashes. Kami, I feel like a moron right now Kagome thought. Why oh why am I doing as that stupid book advised?

Inuyasha studied Kagome carefully, his eyes squinting. "Kagome," Inuyasha said, forehead wrinkled in thought. He stepped closer to her and leaned in to get a better look.

"Nani?" Kagome asked, blinking slower in confusion. Inuyasha's face was getting extremely close. Kagome watched in awe. How to get a guy in 2 weeks and it had only taken her a day? Something was not right…

"There's something wrong with your eyes," Inuyasha concluded bluntly. "They kept blinking all funny." Kagome's eye then visibly twitched. Boys are SO dense. She breathed a sigh of relief, although part of her had wished for things to actually be that easy. Guess that didn't work!

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes." Kagome tried to set the matter aside. The best way to do that would be to change the subject and offer an affable smile.

"Want to walk to class together?"

"Keh!" Inuyasha agreed, eyeing her strangely. "You sure there's nothing wrong with-"

"There's nothing wrong with them!" Kagome replied in a once-and-for-all tone. Inuyasha shrugged and the two made there way to class. Kagome mumbled a bunch of incoherent words under her breath about how stupid teen magazines were, how dumb boys could be, etcetera, etcetera…

"Girls are weird," Inuyasha murmured, watching Kagome continue to blather. When they reached class, Inuyasha grasped the brunette's shoulders and steered her to an open seat. And with that done, the hanyo went in search of Miroku and another open seat.

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"Miroku!" Sango cried. "For the last time, I will not bear your child!" She turned with a huff and spotted Kagome seated at a desk. As the older brunette approached, she heard tidbits of what Kagome mumbled. Something about flirting with fools? Sango stared at her friend, in bewilderment.

"Kagome snap out of it!" Sango shook the smaller girl, all the while calling her name.

"What? Huh? Where is he?" Kagome asked in what she hoped was a harsh voice. Kagome looked around and noticed that she'd somehow ended up in class.

"Oh. Hey Sango-chan!"

"Hey yourself," Sango teased. "How'd it go?" She'd seen Kagome being lead into class and felt oddly jealous. Of course, this was assuming that Kagome had made a move and Inuyasha had responded…in an appropriate manner…

"Boys are so clueless!" Kagome exclaimed bitterly. "I made a fool of myself!"

"Trust me Kagome," Sango admitted. "You're not the only one…"

"What do you mean?" Kagome asked, looking worriedly at the older girl. Sango smiled softly and, without delay, recalled her horrible morning.

:-:-:

"…Guess I'm stuck with what I've got" Sango said, clutching a math book to her chest. She turned to look at Kagome who was no where in sight. In her place stood Miroku, nodding at the words that were coming out of Sango's mouth.

"Houshi-sama?" Sango choked out. When had he shown up?

"Please continue," Miroku encouraged. "I find a woman's personal life to be…quite fascinating…" Sango blushed profusely. For the past 5 minutes, she'd been talking about purchasing undergarments.

"H-hentai!" Sango screamed, raising her hand to slap him. Miroku winced, readying himself…only to feel nothing other than a soft breeze grazing his left cheek. He heard the sound of Sango gasping and the scuffle of feet as she backed away.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to do that!" Miroku blinked in surprise. Had she just apologized when it had been his fault to begin with? Was the world coming to an end? Or had Sango's tough exterior finally cracked? Of all the girls he pursued, Sango was a prize never to be won. Miroku had given up a long time ago, but continued to give her a bit of a tease every now and then.

"Sango," Miroku whispered seductively. "You've changed your mind about me?"

"W-what do you mean?" Sango demanded, avoiding his capturing blue stare. Was it really that obvious? Would he use it to his advantage? Sango bit on her lower lip nervously and answered with a question of her own, "What gives you that idea?"

"For starters," Miroku pointed out, "You didn't slap me." This time, it was Sango's turn to wince and question whether or not she was really that aggressive.

"I don't always slap you…" Sango said, toying with the hem of her school uniform.

"I guess you're right," Miroku agreed, laughing jovially. About to sigh with relief, Sango was taken by surprise when he said, "Sometimes it's a punch or a kick in the-"

"I do no such thing!" Sango broke in. She flushed and tried to calm herself, Miroku watching her curiously before asking once again.

"So you've changed your mind about me?"

"No!" Sango denied impetuously. Miroku dropped his head in disappointment. "I mean yes!" He raised his head with a lecherous grin and reached out to touch her bottom. Sango let out a small yelp but didn't hit him. Miroku almost stumbled back, totally shocked by his getting away with it. Sango stood in shock at letting him get away with it. The two stared at each other for quite some time before Miroku reached in for another go.

"Eek!" Sango shrieked, slapping his hand away with double the power. She dropped her books in the process. "Pervert!"

"Why Sango," Miroku said, feigning a hurt look. "Must you be so cruel?"

"Nice try houshi" Sango snapped whilst slapping away an intruding hand. She reached down to grab her textbook. Miroku, as hard as it is to grasp, didn't try anything…or so she thought.

"Lovely Sango" he commented out of the blue. His eyes were locked on her exposed cleavage. "Growing quite nicely-" The sound of a hard slap echoed down the emptying hallways.

Miroku held his swollen cheek with both hands and smiled knowingly. He could always count on Sango to set the limit.

"Come on," Sango huffed as she dragged a half-conscious boy by the scruff of his collar. "Or we'll be late for class…"

While walking to class, Miroku's wandering hands would reach out and get touchy feely. Many of his victims would giggle and squeal in delight. A few others would respond with their own little tricks. Sango simply sighed; if this was how he acted around all girls, how was she to get him to be hers?

"Houshi-sama," Sango asked hesitantly. "What do you look for in a woman?"

"Well," he answered, musing over the question. "I prefer women who are kind, compassionate and loving." he tapped his chin in thought. Of course Sango thought sarcastically loving. It was obvious by now that Miroku's definition of loving was wholly different from her own.

"She must be gracious, honest, ethical…and above all-" Miroku looked Sango right in the eye.

"Yes?" Sango felt her breath hitch in her throat and a strange butterfly effect happening in the pit of her stomach.

"A girl who will bear my child." he finished flatly.

Sango grimaced. She couldn't do that! Ok, so it would be a quick way to end the dare but under no circumstances was she going to sleep with him!

"I see," Sango said glumly.

"Are you offering?" Miroku asked alluringly. He raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively.

"Huh? What?" Sango asked. She had spaced out; trying to piece together what he'd just shared. Miroku was easy to talk to, and yet, so hard to understand. She wasn't really sure if all this talking would do her any good.

"Will you bear my child?" he repeated.

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"He asked you to bear his child?" Kagome asked in awe. Perhaps Sango was getting somewhere…

"Kagome," Sango said, exasperated. "It's Miroku…he acts that way around all females! Just look now" Sango pointed to the monk who was currently on his knees, begging some poor girl to "be his honored bride".

"Hmm…I guess your right" Kagome agreed. Her eyes shifted from Miroku to Inuyasha. He knocked Miroku on the head several times before redirecting his attention back to a magazine.

"When Inuyasha's not mean, stubborn, and rude," Kagome thought mentally. He's blunt and dense." She toyed with the idea of a romantic Inuyasha.

But that was like asking for a non-perverse Miroku."What if-" Sango thought aloud. "We could…change them?"

She had had similar dreams pulsating through her brain. The thought of a sainted Miroku made her heart beat non stop.

But that was like asking for a kind, gentle Inuyasha.

"What if-" a sharp voice boomed. "You two paid more attention in class?" Sango looked up in apprehension. Not again! This time, it was Mrs. Kurabo, the Chemistry teacher. One false move and little sophomore Kagome could get kicked out of the AP class.

"S-Sorry M'am!" Sango apologized frantically.

"We won't do it again!" Kagome added with a nervous smile.

"Hai," Mrs. Kurabo agreed. "It'd better not." The middle aged woman made her way back to the front and continued to teach. Wiping away beads of sweat, Sango sat rigid and alert. Kagome on the other hand, brushed aside the encounter with Mrs. Kurabo like lint off a jacket.

"Pssst!" the younger brunette hissed. "Let's get to know them first!" Even though they had just gotten into trouble, all that had processed in her mind was the silly notion of changing Inuyasha into a hopeless romantic.

"Hai, I agree" Sango whispered back. Still shaken by the incident, Sango hadn't heard a word Kagome said. "That was a close one, ne?"

"Um hum, but when?" Kagome asked, pushing the whole trouble thing aside. Sango whipped her head to the side and glared at Kagome. When the adamant girl had something on her mind, she focused on that and that only. As if a message from heaven, the speakers turned on and started playing lively festive music.

"This Friday, Shikon High will be hosting its 25th annual Fall Festival" a cheerful voice announced. "They'll be music, fun and games. Free for students and faculty. Fun starts at four and ends at nine…!"

A/N: A festival, oh boy!