Chapter 3: Sleepovers and Truth or Dare

The leaves crackled beneath her feet as Kagome made her way to their designated fire pit for the night. She could see that Sango, Miroku and Ayame had arrived there early and set up the camp and the now hungry, flaming fire. She was grateful for the warmth as she dropped her pack and reached her hands above the heat source. The chill in the air had made Kagome miss the heated luxury car. It was colder than usual, autumn seemed to be coming early this year.

"Hey, Kags," her friends called to her.

"Hi guys," she replied, "I brought our food supplies for the night," she unzipped her bag to reveal their stock.

"We have a healthy bend of candy, chips, soda and marshmallows," Kagome announced, imitating a male waiter.

The groups' eyes' sparkled and their mouths watered. Kagome has got to be the best friend I've ever had, Sango thought, reaching immediately for the chocolate. But Kagome was faster, and she snatched the sugary substance, "This is for the marshmallows,"

Sango feigned a hurt look.

Koga arrived a few minutes later and the party really began. They feasted on every junk food known to man and then some. By 10:00, the gang had finished off Kagome's entire supply of 'food' and had decided on a game of truth or dare.

"Ok, Miroku your turn," Sango said.

"Hmmm… Kagome, truth or dare?" Miroku asked.

"Truth," Kagome decided.

"What is your greatest fear?" Miroku asked.

"I would have to say… the house that I live next to," Kagome shuddered.

"You're still scared of that place Kagome? I thought you had gotten over that years ago!" Ayame said.

"Okay, my turn… Kagome, truth or dare?" Koga asked.

"Dare," Kagome answered.

"I dare you to spend the night in that house," Koga said.

"HELL NO!" Kagome yelled.

"Oh, come on Kagome. You need to get over your fears. And besides, I know you don't want to ruin your dare reputation." Sango pleaded.

"Not even if you paid me." Kagome finalized.

"Not even for 100 dollars?" Ayame offered.

Damn. They had hit Kagome's soft spot. Money. She had always regretted not getting a job, then she wouldn't be stuck flat out broke. And 100 dollars sounded nice at the moment. She needed to restock her Anime supplies.

"Alright, I'll do it… but if I get murdered by some poltergeist, then I'll come back from the dead and haunt you guys for the rest of your lives." Kagome resolved.

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Kagome was already quivering with fear, and she hadn't even walked up the stairs leading to the house yet. She looked back at her friends, who were waiting at the gate, watching her hesitate at the door. Their eyes, encouraging her to move onward, but they gave her no comfort… she knew there was something wrong with this house.

She took one step up…two…three. Kagome tentatively reached her trembling hand to the silver knob of the front door to the most dreaded place of her life. The house next door.

Never in a million years had she seen herself doing this…except in her nightmares.

She carefully tuned the door handle. It surprised her that it was unlocked…but the lock must have been broken.

Yeah, I can watch scary movies and laugh my head off…and when I come to my own, my knees are shaking…Suck it up Kagome! As Kagome told herself that, her back straightened and her face fixed into a determined expression. It was just some stupid house. She could get through this night.

Kagome swung the door open and stepped inside.

The door slammed shut.

The house had swallowed her up.

It took all of Kagome's will power not to scream.

She gulped deeply and looked around the foyer of the house. She couldn't see a thing. Kagome bent down to her bag and grasped her flashlight, and turned it on. The rich oak wood flooring was smooth and it was the same wood the adorned the banisters of the two winged staircases. All the walls around her were bare, and painted a deep green color.

Kagome forgot her fear as she set her things on the floor and walked down a hallway on the right, her curiosity peeked. The walls changed to a red color as she paced deeper into the house. To the right side of the hall, she saw a door, and went to it. As she opened it, she noticed a light switch, and flicked it on. The room was empty, and the walls were bare, just as the foyer had been. Kagome turned the light off and shut the door.

She started down the hallway again, and she saw a door at the end of it. Her flashlight beam revealed to her that there were double doors at the end. She was drawn to those doors, and she soon found herself at their entrance. She placed her hand on one of the doors, tracing her fingers on the intricate cravings. The doors slowly creeked open. Kagome gasped.

The room was huge. She couldn't believe that the house was that big. Kagome stepped into a gorgeous ballroom, and gasped again as she stared at the ceiling. It was painted more beautifully than the Sistine Chapel. When she finally did tare her gaze away from the ceiling, she saw an old record player, with a golden horn attached to a maple box. There was already a record placed on the old machine. Kagome put the spike onto the record and turned on the contraption.

Violins started to play a slow waltz, accompanied by softly blowing trumpets. Kagome walked to the center of the ballroom, and closed her eyes. She put her arms in a frame, as if there was really a man there in front of her. And she started dancing. Kagome was light on her feet, and she twirled, but when she came back to her 'partner', she felt a hand encircle her waist. Her eyes snapped open. In front of her was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. He wore a black and white suit, and his eyes were golden…his silver hair was tied back. She could hardly believe that she was dancing with this boy in what she was wearing, but she realized that she wasn't in jeans and a T-shirt anymore. She was wearing a deep crimson gown, with an even darker burgundy bodice.

Kagome felt like she was flying in this boy's arms, and she felt him pulling her closer. She felt him let go of her hand and place it behind her neck. She looked into his eyes, and felt like she would wonder, lost, in them forever. Kagome saw him lean down and felt his lips on hers, her eyes closing, and she felt her hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. And she felt, for the first time in her life, that she would die if she had to let go of him. His arms pulled her closer, encircling her tighter.

"Kagome," he whispered in her ear, tickling it with his breath.

She sighed. She loved the way he said her name.

"Yes," she said into his chest.

"My name," he said, "Is Inuyasha,"

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