A/N: I can't help but continue obsessively on this story; all the stuff I had planned this week just kind of fell by the wayside…
I read some more of the comments…you know I thought Sesshoumaru would have been the smart friend too…but after thinking, I've found a higher calling for him. He will appear; how could I do an Inuyasha fic without him?
Also, because of recent developments, there's a change to the pairings. So let's see: MxKag, San x Kog…there's others coming soon, but you'll have to keep reading to see…I promise I'll update rapidly. And again, your reviews are my life, so keep me alive and I'll continue!
Without further ado…
Chapter Six
Kagome's dorm floor was full of people; many not from the college, and quite a few male. The girl herself was relaxing on one of the many couches situated around the common room, laughing wildly at a comment made by her latest boyfriend, Miroku.
"Do you really think she's a lesbian? I mean, I know the stereotypes about womens colleges, but come on."
"Isn't it obvious? Or maybe they're just really close friends." Miroku lay back in the couch, taking aswallow of the beer bottle in his hand. He didn't really care to be here, at this party, but his girlfriend hadn't seemed to notice. In fact, she dove into the party as if possessed, the way she seemed to do most things. It made the young man wonder if she was escaping something else, something personal.
"Don't you want to dance at all?" she asked again for what seemed to him the hundredth time.
"I'm not really the dancing type." It wasn't true; he loved clubbing, but he wasn't in the mood tonight. Closing his eyes momentarily, he wondered what Sango was doing. 'Probably out with Koga. Maybe they're clubbing. Lucky bastard.' The thought made him suddenly both angry and sad.
"You know Miroku, you've been acting rather funny lately." Kagome frowned at him. He glanced at the girl. She was pretty, no doubt, but really not his type. A familiar thought ran through his mind, 'What am I doing here?'
"How so?" he asked aloud.
"Well, you seem rather quiet, like you're thinking about something. Say, are you by any chance-"
"Kagome, long time no see." A deep, smooth voice made the couple look up, surprised.
"S-Sesshoumaru…what are you doing here?" Kagome squeaked, her eyes growing wide. Miroku wondered, 'Who is this guy, an ex-boyfriend?'
"I have some matters I wish to discuss with you, and considering how long it took to find you, I'd say we have that discussion now." The man seemed serious, almost menacing. Miroku half-expected to see the older man pull a gun from the leather trenchcoat he wore. 'Excluding the part about the long white hair, he's wearing all black – black trenchcoat, black undershirt, black pants. Either he's mafia or he's some other high crime related guy. But whatever he is, he's dangerous.'
"All right, we'll talk now, but why do I have the feeling I know what this is about?" Kagome seemed resigned, and rose. Her body movements suggested ease with the man, so he could possibly be an ex. 'Kagome sure has some friends in dark places.' He thought, watching them curiously.
"Are you sure it's all right, Kagome?" Miroku asked, not quite trusting the hitman, as he had labeled Sesshoumaru in his mind.
"It's fine, he's my ex-boyfriend's half-brother. We're old friends, sort of." Kagome smiled reassuringly and leaned down to kiss his cheek. She paused before rising, and murmured against his ear, "And when I come back, we're going to have a little talk of our own, okay honey?" her voice was light, and she patted his shoulder after standing straight.
Miroku nodded, then tilted the bottle towards Sesshoumaru. "Nice to meet you, I'm Miroku Houshi."
"Sesshoumaru Inutaisho. I'm assuming you're Kagome's new boyfriend?" His voice was disinterested, cold, businesslike.
Miroku nodded tentatively.
"I see." Sesshoumaru looked him over in a considering manner. His voice this time expressed boredom, "You don't seem her type."
Before Miroku could protest, Kagome intervened.
"Well," she laughed nervously, "that's enough chit-chat. Let's get to walking, huh Sesshy?" glancing back at Miroku, she lead the tall trenchcoated hitman out the door of the common room.
Miroku let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. 'Was it just me, or was that man scary as hell? What kind of ex does this girl have?'
He shook his head, 'Does Sango know these people too?' he shuddered at the thought.
His mouth strangely dry, he took a deep swig of his beer.
