Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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Author's Note: Thank you MySinfulDeed and inu7princess for reviewing! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter 2

Shopping

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I did ask my mum to set me up with someone, only it turned out that most were either married or dating someone. The one person that wasn't single was some loser who spent most of his time counting bottle caps that he collected from ten years ago. Did I mention he lived in a cellar and his best friend was some crazy looking doll? No way was I going to go out with him!

After realising that I was obviously not going to have that amazing hot date I planned to have, I went to the next best person to ask for a date.

"Sango! You have to help me!" I found myself half crying into my phone five minutes later. I picked up a bottle of a pale green nail polish and unscrewed the lid, the phone carefully cradled between my cheek and shoulder.

"What? What's wrong?" Sango shouted sounding rather distressed.

"I need a date for this stupid high school reunion thingy!" I said calmly as I began painting my right thumb nail.

"That's why you're calling me up at two in the freakin' morning?" Sango almost screamed.

"Sorry," I said moving onto to my index finger nail. "But this is really important! I tried asking my mum to set me up but she couldn't find any. Damn! Why couldn't Kouga break up with me after the reunion?"

"How's the break up going, by the way?" Sango asked stifling a yawn. She sounded really tired.

"All right I guess," I said shrugging. "I still have his credit card, so I've been going on a shopping spree online. I also sent him back all his junk and including any gifts he got me."

"Even those really cute pair of earrings he got you for Valentines Day?"

"OK, I sent him back all the worthless gifts," I rephrased. "Like that god awful t-shirt he bought."

"Oh! The one with the print that said 'I'm taken so back off losers'?"

"Yea," I said rolling my eyes. My manicure was coming along really well. "He made me wear it out in public! Do you know how embarrassing that was?"

"I can't even begin to imagine the pain you must have felt," Sango said stifling a snigger rather badly.

"Don't laugh Sango!" I shouted dropping the bottle of nail polish all over my legs and onto my bed spread. "Oh crap!"

"What? What happened?"

"I just dropped my nail polish on my bed!" I wailed.

I dropped the phone on my bed and made a dash for the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and ran back to my bed soaking up the toxic fumes. Oh great, now my bed had this lovely green stain on it as well as my white towel. This is one of those doh! moments.

"I'm back," I said breathing heavily.

"Kags! Do you mean to tell me that while you've been talking to me, you've been giving yourself a manicure?"

"Yup, yup!" I said tossing the now empty nail polish bottle into the bin, and missing. Typical. "What's wrong? This is my problem. If it was your problem, I would have paid more attention."

Sango sighed and shook her head. "Fine, fine," she muttered darkly. "About the date thing, I don't know any guys who are currently single."

Somebody up there must really hate me. And I mean really hate me.

"Sorry Kags."

"It's all right," I said with a sigh. I leaned back onto my pillows and stared at my manicured hand. "Are you free tomorrow or are you and Kuronosuke going to another one of those expensive operas that you just hate to go to?"

"Opera," Sango said through clenched teeth. "Although I could use a day out shopping with my best friend…"

I laughed. "Well, I do need a new dress for the reunion," I said closing my eyes slightly. I sure was tired.

"Same! I was thinking of this gorgeous dress I saw, which is absolutely gorgeous. It has singlet straps and it's…"

I had fallen asleep listening to Sango describe her perfect dress with the perfect accessories and perfect shoes and hair style.

"Kags? Kags? Are you there? Are you listening? Kags?" I gave a loud snore. "Kags? Are you asleep! Kags! I HATE YOU!"

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Sango must have really hated the fact that I fell asleep during her rant on her perfect clothes since the next day; she dragged me out of bed at nine in the morning over to the mall so we could go shopping. Yay… Did I mention that it is inhumane to wake someone up before noon on the weekends?

"Sango," I whined as she pulled me into her car. "It's early!"

"It's nine thirty!" Sango snapped. "And we have to buy a new dress, new shoes, make-up and get a new hair do."

"And we couldn't do this after one because?"

"Because…I don't know," Sango said starting the car engine. She drove into the main road and towards the nearby shopping centre. "Maybe it's because you called me at two and fell asleep on me," she finally snapped stopping at a red light.

"I said I was sorry!" I replied pouting my lips slightly and staring at her with puppy dog eyes. "Come on Sango! Please forgive me." I held my hands in front of me, intertwined with each other, in an almost begging pose.

Sango smirked and turned her gaze back to the road. I knew I was forgiven, and I leaned back into my seat, satisfied. Sango turned into the shopping centre and parked the car. We hopped out of her car and I found myself being dragged from store to store.

At that point I could understand why men don't like shopping with women, so I made a silent vow never to make men coming shopping with me…unless I was feeling evil at that moment or just the fact that I should carry down the torturous tradition.

After three hours of shopping, I somehow, at a stroke of luck or fate or whatever you want to call it, managed to talk Sango into stopping by at the food court. We had been shopping for three hours and I had only bought a pair of black strappy sandals with a rhinestone buckle and a black clutch. Sango had insisted to choose my dress, and seeing as Sango had only bought some make-up and earrings, it was safe to say that another three hours might get my dress.

"Why can't we just get any old dress?" I whined as I bit into my burger. I'm addicted to fries… and McDonald burgers.

"Because our reputations are at stake here!" Sango said with a dramatic slap on the table. I raised my eyebrow. "OK, we haven't seen these people from high school in centuries. So we have to make ourselves look fabulous so they'll be all jealous and realise that they should have spent less time on their make-up and more time on their studies so that they wouldn't have to end up working at the drive-through at McDonalds."

"Aren't you stereotyping things here?" I asked stuffing a chip into my mouth. "It's always the high school kids who work at McDonalds trying to earn money for college."

"OK, fine, I am stereotyping! So what? What if it is true?"

"What if they turned out to be those fabulous people you see on the television who are loved and adored by everyone?" I replied. "We don't know…unless you have been monitoring them from some satellite dish like a crazed stalker."

Sango rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure," she said. "What kind of dress are you looking for anyway? I want something that says amazing and hot and so-much-better-than-you."

"And I just want a dress I might be able to use again instead of chucking it out after one use," I replied. I pulled a loose thread from my jumper. "So can I just get a dress?"

Sango gave me a look that seemed to shout out that I was crazy. "No! Of course not! You of all people should understand the term of looking fabulous!"

"Right, but I don't really care about this reunion anymore," I said with a sigh. "Firstly, I'm spending almost three month's worth of savings on this reunion. Secondly, I am not showing up there without a date."

"There's this guy I know -"

"Don't even go there Sango," I interrupted. "The last time you set me up, the guy turned out to be some raging lunatic who obsessed over killing games. What the hell was he thinking! A romantic conversation based on how many people he killed in F.E.A.R? Plus he looked like he was left out in the sun for too long. What was with that sunburn?"

"Point taken, but -"

"No way Sango," I said. "I appreciate your help but I think it would be better if I don't go."

"Aww! Don't be like this Kags!" Sango said tugging on my jumper sleeve. "It'll be fun… please! Besides, you already bought some stuff."

"I'll return it," I said and waited for the next excuse.

"Don't you want to meet people though? People that we haven't seen in ages!"

I sighed. OK, truthfully, I did sort of want to see how some people turned out, but I wasn't honestly that desperate. So what if I didn't have that much of a social life? Ever since Kouga dumped me, my social life consisted of watching re-runs of The O.C with ice cream and any form of junk food I had around my house. Sango's social life was a little more active than mine (on a scale of one to ten, mine would be zero and hers would be around eight) so she didn't have a lot of time to hang out with me at night, but we did a lot of that girl hanging out stuff during weekends. We promised each other that no matter what, we would always hold out friendship higher than anything.

"Maybe," I replied casually. I didn't want to come off as too enthusiastic.

"Kags…please! If you really need a date, I know this guy who is really nice and normal and he isn't so bad looking."

"What's his name?"

"Hojo."

"What does he do for a living?"

"He works in a law firm."

"What does he look like?"

"Tall, blonde hair, dark eyes, a few years older than you and he's really nice! In his spare time he helps out his parents in running their family store and he is currently single."

I raised an eyebrow. This seemed too good to be true, honestly. I sighed, shaking my head, seeing as Sango was desperate to set me up with this 'Hojo'. Hopefully he would turn out better than Kouga.

"Fine, I'll go out with him, but once before the reunion. I don't want to show up with a date and not know anything about him," I said pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Sango clapped her hands together with a broad grin. "Great! I'll call him and tomorrow you guys can go out to dinner at The White Blossoms."

I rolled my eyes as Sango whipped out her Sony Ericsson K608i and began calling Hojo. I leaned back into my chair and rolled up the burger packaging into a ball. I aimed it at Sango who shot me a look of horror, still chatting away with Hojo. I aimed, and the ball bounced off Sango's forehead and landed onto some guy's plate of food.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry," I said rushing over to the guy, ignoring Sango's silent laughter. "I can pay for that…"

I let my voice trail off as I realised that the guy whose food now had a piece of McDonalds's food wrappers placed perfectly in the centre was none other than my oh so wonderful ex-boyfriend, Kouga Watanabe.

"Kouga?" I squeaked. I could hear Sango gasp behind me and telling Hojo she would call him back later. "What are you doing here? Don't you live on the other side of town with Ayame?"

"We broke up," Kouga said looking up at me. "Hey Kags."

"Kagome," I corrected. Only my friends and family called me Kags, not cheating ex-boyfriends. "Nice seeing you again," I lied through gritted teeth. "See ya."

I spun around and Sango grabbed our stuff. Before I could take a step away from Kouga, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. I turned around, shooting a glare at Kouga.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I was so not in the mood to play games with him. "Let me go, you bastard."

"Kags -"

"Kagome," I corrected again.

"- I know I cheated on you -"

"You got that right you bastard!" I interrupted.

"- but I am sorry -"

"Yeah right."

"Would you quit interrupting me!" Kouga snapped. "I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry here!"

"And I'm trying to tell you that an apology doesn't always make things disappear," I retorted.

"But it sure as hell can make you feel better!"

"No it can't!" I said digging my nails into his hand. This is a handy way to get a guy's hand off you, as well as a swift kick down below, but I couldn't do that since Kouga was sitting down.

"Kags, would you quit acting like a three-year-old for a minute and listen to me?"

"No!" I said and I stomped my foot hard onto his. Did I mention that he was wearing sandals?

"Oh crap!" Kouga yelped releasing me immediately.

I smirked at Kouga, before turning around to Sango. "Let's go, Sango," I said smiling widely. "We have a lot of shopping to do."

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Author's Note: Well there's another chapter to this story. So now we've introduced Hojo into the story and Kouga has had a speaking role! At last! And we also got to bash him up a bit, but this story is friendly to all characters. No more character bashing, I swear.