Hello again, everyone! Firstly, I would just like to give out a big THANK YOU for all those still reading this story and for putting up with this lazy writer. THANK YOU AGAIN TO YOU ALL!

Disclaimer: I own no characters of Inu Yasha, simply the wish to do so.

Summery: Kagome is considered a dork, a nerd, a loner. So who would ever suspect her to be Keorinite, the host of a very popular radio station called "Radio Romance" ?

Unknown to anyone about her secret identity, she helps the young lovers of Japan with their problems.

Little does she know that someone has their eye out for her…

Radio Romance

Kagome turned slowly, her breath caught as she found herself drowning in smoky, gray eyes. She then turned a brilliant shade of red as she found that this person was, indeed, staring at her as well. A low growl brought her back to her sense.

"What are you doing here, Wolf?" Inu Yasha snarled.

The boy ignored his question and took hole of Kagome's left hand. Placing a gentle kiss on it, he gave her a boyish grin. "Hi, I'm Renka, Kouga. I'm very pleased to meet you…" He left his sentence hanging.

"Higurashi, Kagome." She answered with a nervous look to Sango. She merely sat there with a less-than-encouraging look on her face.

Probably sensing her discomfort, Kouga put his mouth very near her ear and whispered, "Don't worry… I don't bite. Not unless, you want me to," Her face colored into a much brighter hue of crimson and she pulled her hand from his grasp.

Luckily for her, Sango had also heard the comment and glowed, but certainly not with embarrassment. "Come on, Kagome. Let's get into the lineup." She gave the Wolf a harsh glare and stomped off with Kagome.

After they left, Inu Yasha barked at Kouga once again. "Stay away from her, got that?" He spat as he rose from the table, placing himself in from of Kouga until they were almost nose-for-nose. "She doesn't need vermin, like you, hanging around her."

He sneered wickedly. "Don't tell me what to do, Half-Breed. Besides, why go for the copy, when I can get the real thing?" He left towards a group, his short ponytail whipping Inu Yasha in the face.

Shouts of encouragement and groans of disgust came from the crowd as someone had apparently chugged down bowls of the (rather revolting) coleslaw. Kikyo and two girls, equally undressed, were found in the middle; everyone's eyes on them seeing as the boy gulping down the coleslaw had ran to the washroom for comfort.

Miroku quickly latched on to his friend's arm, keeping him from causing a scene. "Whoa, calm down, buddy! He's just trying to get under your skin. Forget him,"

With one last glare, they both sat back down.

The girls had returned after a few minutes. "Is he gone yet?"

Miroku looked grateful. "Thankfully, enough. I swore Inu Yasha was gunna do him in if I hadn't restrained him." He glanced over at Kagome. "You all right, Kagome? I don't know what that jerk said, but I know he was up to no good."

She gave a small nod. "I'm fine." She sat down and began picking at her fries with a plastic fork.

After a while, he spoke again. "Hey, Kagome?" She looked up from her food.

"You gunna eat that?"

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Sailing through English class, Japanese History, and Algebra, the foursome were glad to hear the shrilling bell. The first day and, already, loads of work from almost every subject! Grumbling, they walked into the parking lot, pleased to take the load of books and homework their backs.

Kagome looked shocked, as well as amused, at the sight of Miroku caressing the hood of his car affectionately. He took out a large dirtied rag and some wax from its trunk.

"That car is Miroku's pride and joy. It was a present for his sixteenth birthday." Sango explained.

"He'd marry it, if he could!" Inu Yasha gave his two-cents in.

Upon hearing this, Miroku stuck out his tongue. "Would not! Ignore them, Baby. They're just jealous." He cooed, all the while waxing his precious car. "And besides, I've got my heart set on marrying you, Sango, m'dear." Sliding next to her, until they were almost touching hips, his hand inched lower and lower.

Almost instantly regretting closing the (safe) space between them, he found his left cheek burning with a bright red handprint for the second time that day. "And don't even think about getting that hand of yours near my ass, ever again!" Sango stomped away towards her car.

"Purely insane," Inu Yasha laughed. "Miroku, you idiot! Do you honestly have a Death Wish?"

Even the bashful Kagome couldn't help the way the ends of her mouth tugged into a smile. "That must've hurt." She glanced at her wristwatch. "I better start heading home,"

"But you can't leave just yet!" Sango whined. "We were all planning on going to the mall after school. And I'd hate being stuck with these two baboons again."

Openly overlooking the resentment from the two "baboons", she begged Kagome with watery eyes. "Please? I'd like us to spend a bit of time together… you know, so we can be closer friends."

"Friends…" she repeated slowly, as if tasting the word on her tongue for the first time. "I'd like to have friends." Hesitantly, she grinned again. The roar of an engine brought her back to her senses.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I really have to start getting home now…" After a short bow towards them, she turned on her heel.

Suddenly feeling alone, Inu Yasha offered, "At least let me drive you home."

Grinning like Cheshire cats, Sango and Miroku both glanced at each other. But almost immediately, their smirks turned into sudden fear. This scene looked all too familiar - almost like déjà vu. Thankfully enough, she had politely refused his proposal.

"Please? It's the least I could, crashing into you this morning, and all." His face had reddened a bit, but in no inch of his expression did it reveal that he was embarrassed. "Think of it as my own version of an apology."

Miroku snorted. "Take it, Kagome! Believe me when I say that Inu Yasha has "pride issues" when it comes to apologizing."

Looking distorted, she shook her head once more and quickly bid them all farewell. "It's okay, I wouldn't want to be in the way." And with that, she fled.

Utterly confused, they all looked at her retreating form.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I have no idea," Miroku answered the hanyou. "You guys still up for the mall?"

Brushing her hair out of her face, Sango slid into her car. "No way! I'm going after her."

Pushing all of her weight down on the pedal, she raged off. But, strangely enough, after driving down the block she had sworn she saw the girl walk down, she found not a trace of her. Craning her neck to all sides, she searched vigorously around for her. So much so, that she didn't see the rear of a black car turning the corner.

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Well, That's it for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed. I do hope that my writing gets better and better after each chapter. Thanks again to all you wonderfully patient people! I hope I don't let any of you down!

-E.A. Hes