Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

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Author's Note: It's another new story by me! Yay for me! Just to let you know, all characters in this story are humans. So no youkais or hanyous or mikos. THEY ARE ALL IN HUMAN FORM.

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Chapter 1

The Invitation

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I shuffled through my mail – a daily task that took place the moment I got home from work. It wasn't exactly what I called fun but it sure passed the time till I realised that there was a perfectly good TV with moderately interesting shows on or that I was starving and I could use a good bowl of ramen.

I sighed and began to look through the huge pile of mail. Bills, bills, oh great, more bills. I rolled my eyes and threw the bills onto the floor. A catalogue from the shopping centre telling me there was an Easter sale. Great, just what I need, more chocolates shaped like eggs.

"I'll check out that sale after Easter," I murmured slyly thinking of all the cheap chocolates I could get. Hey! It's an Asian thing! Don't believe me? I found it on the Internet, so that should be enough proof. There's a whole list of things that Asians do, like going to McDonalds and taking all the napkins and straws.

I tossed the catalogue into the pile of bills, now leaving two envelopes on the table. I picked up the larger one and saw it was a letter from my ex-boyfriend, Kouga Watanabe. Oh that jerk! Just thinking about him makes my blood boil. First, he was all, like, jealous when a guy even talked to me! Then he had the guts to cheat on me and break up with me for some Ayame girl. Not that I didn't care of course: I was planning to break up with him that day as well.

I didn't even bother to read his letter. Instead, I planned to burn it the next chance I could. Which, of course, would be never, so I would have to settle with shredding it at the office. And then maybe burn it or cook it for Kouga and watch him eat it.

I moved on to the next letter and groaned. It was from my old high school. I decided to give this envelope a chance. I mean, I had graduated already so what the hell would the school want with me? Unless this had something to do with me engraving swear words into about every single locker in the school as revenge for giving us too much homework.

A single card fell out of the envelope, and it sure as hell looked fancy. My eyes skimmed the fancy lettering and I gave another groan.

"High school reunion?" I whined before whacking my head onto the wooden table, repeatedly.

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OK, let's take a small break from the story so far. My name is Kagome Higurashi. I'm about as normal as a character out of a Dr. Seuss story. I'm twenty-three and living in a crap one bedroom apartment working in an office where I deal with a boss who is always on my back about what I wear to work. I'm sorry, but I refuse to wear skirts below my knee. I am single and I am in desperate need for a boyfriend after my disastrous time with Kouga. My boss is also pissed off at me because I come into work late. There is nothing humane about getting to work before eight thirty in the morning.

So why am I so not looking forwards to my high school reunion? Oh gee, off the top of my head, I would say that high school was the worst time of my life. I wish I could say that I was one of those happy go lucky kids who had the best time of their lives in school, but that would all be a lie. My high school days were filled with torments and teasing of those so-called popular kids. There was nothing good about being popular, anyways. Basically, I was a nerd. Big surprise there, because if you aren't a popular person, then you are either a nerd or social outcast or the popular people just don't like you. People like me; it's just that they weren't too enthusiastic about being my friend if you have about 80 of the school hating you.

Thank God I had my best friend, Sango Yamato, with my throughout those horrible six years. Sango could have been popular, what with her athletic abilities and her you-want-to-mess-with-me attitude, but she chose to be my friend. We're still friends, in case you're wondering.

I'm not still a nerd. I'm like a flower, I guess you could say, since I was like a shrub that blossomed into a flower with petals and stuff that flowers have. Back then, I had glasses, I was shorter than everyone in my class, I had short hair and I was, and still am, uncoordinated. I'm serious; I can't catch a ball even if my life depended on it.

There was one upside to high school, of course. Him. And who may this wondrous fellow I am speaking of be? Every girl in school had a crush on him, including yours truly. His name was Inuyasha Takahashi. He had the longest jet-black hair I had ever seen, even longer than most of the girls, and the most amazing violet eyes. If there was ever a conversation between Sango and me about Inuyasha, it would most likely be directed towards his eyes and whether we thought they were natural or contact lenses. The highlight of any school day would be just to catch a glimpse of Inuyasha, but he didn't even know who I am.

OK, that was a lie. He did know who I was and was nice to me, like when we had to do this stupid bike course thing and the teachers made us ride up a hill. I can't ride for shit, and I was struggling at the back of the class. Inuyasha was the one who rode next to me encouraging me. That moment was when I decided that Inuyasha wasn't like any of the popular guys. But after that, we never spoke again. Except for the occasional "hey" and "see ya", but that was bout it.

At the end of year twelve, Inuyasha was in a serious relationship with Kikyo Hitomi, the most popular girl in the school. They looked so perfect standing next to each other and eating lunch together and holding hands and doing all the things that couples do. I made it a point in my life to avoid Inuyasha and I was silently hoping that he would realise that he was hardly seeing me or missing our "hey" and "see ya" thing we did almost everyday. I guess he didn't because before I left for university, he and Kikyo were still together, and pretty happy too. I wouldn't be surprised if those two got married or engaged. But it has been five years, so they probably are married. Hell, I must be the only one in the whole entire class who isn't married/engaged/dating someone. Except for Sango of course. If I'm going down, I'm bringing her down with me too!

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The moment I read through that letter, I did the only thing anyone in my position would be. I threw thew the letter on the ground, pounced on the phone and dialled my best friend's number. Oh yeah, I also attacked the tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"Hello?"

"SANGO!" I wailed into the phone. "Have you looked through your mail yet?"

"Done!" Sango said proudly. Oh, but of course, Sango would have looked through her mail. She has always been slightly smarter than me, more athletically coordinated than me and certainly more organized than me. So if I've done something, chances are Sango is already three steps ahead of me.

"Did you get the letter about the reunion?" I wailed again. Geez, I must sound like a three-year-old.

"Yeah," Sango replied casually. "I think I might go; what about you?"

And here is where Sango made her first mistake: asking for my opinion.

"Of course I want to go!" I half shouted. "But I can't go! You know that! Everyone must have changed so much. They are probably richer now and more 'perfect' than they used to be. By the way Sango, I was just using those air quotation mark thingies. Anyway, how am I supposed to show my face there when I haven't changed at all since year twelve? I'm still that geeky Kagome Higurashi who was a pain in the ass to all those snobby bitches."

"Kags, you have so changed since high school," Sango assured me. Before I could protest, she continued, "Your hair isn't as bad as it was back then. It's nicer now, trust me, and I should know since I dragged you down to the hairdresser and chose the style for you."

"But -"

"And you got contact lenses so you're not wearing those dorky glasses anymore."

"Hey! You said that you thought they were cool!"

"I lied. And OK, so you still can't catch a ball, but I doubt anyone cares," Sango added.

"I care," I muttered darkly stuffing a spoon full of ice cream into my mouth.

"Are you eating ice cream?" Sango demanded.

Opps, I forgot Sango wanted me to stick off the junk food since she has this theory that all junk food goes to my hips. She reckons I'll be on of those fat housewives in the future, but I on the other hand, don't exactly see myself getting married. It's not that I enjoy my single life, it's just that ever since I was allowed to date, no one wants to date me.

"Uh…no?" I said dribbling some ice cream onto my chin. Très elegant.

"Kags!" Sango barked. "You know you can't eat ice cream! You're going to grow fat!"

I frowned at her comment. "I hate to break it to you already, Sango, but I am kind of fat you know."

"You should get out more, exercise, date, you know, what normal people do in this century."

"Oh ha, ha," I snapped. I decided a change of subject was needed drastically. "So how are you going with that guy…um Kuronosuke Takeda going?"

"Fine," Sango replied in an almost sigh.

"Geez Sango, you sure sound kind of depressed at the fact that you're going out with one of the richest men in Japan! Plus, he is always showering you with expensive gifts like that diamond necklace. Don't forget, any jewellery you don't want, give them to me!"

Sango giggled. "I don't mind the gifts and stuff Kags, but last night, he told me he loves me."

I squealed. "Oh my gosh Sango! When is the wedding? Did you say you love him back? Is he going to propose soon? I'm the bridesmaid!"

"Kagome! I didn't say anything! I didn't know what to say!" Sango wailed. "I just think that it's too soon for this kind of stuff to happen. We've only been dating for three months, for heaven's sake!"

A doorbell rung in the background and Sango gave a sigh. "I think that's Kuronosuke," Sango said in whisper. "I better go. I'll talk to you later, ne?"

I said goodbye to Sango and hung up. Now I had two main problems about this reunion, if I decided to go. The first problem: clothes. Sango would probably drag me down to some store and would pick out an amazing dress that would cost me a fortune and I would only wear it once. She would also lend me about a thousand dollars worth of jewellery and she would probably lend me those heels that I have been eyeing in her wardrobe. The dress thing isn't that much of a problem because I can afford to buy new clothes once a week, so a formal type of dress shouldn't be too much of a problem.

The second problem: a date. Because there is no way I am going to show up at that reunion without a kick-ass date who would make even Inuyasha look like a donkey's ass. If I was still with Kouga, he might make an impression on all those that teased me back when I was a teenager. But alas, Kouga and I are broken up so I will be forced to go by myself. Sango will have Kuronosuke, and he will so make an impression.

Maybe I could beg my mum to set me up with someone…

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Author's Note: I think I shall leave it here for now. Next chapter, Kagome goes shopping with Sango and what's this? Kouga's back! Oh no! Review please!