Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or its characters. I am simply a lowly fanfiction writer. ((Bow))

Author's Note:...((ahem)) Yes, well...GO AHEAD! Throw your rocks! Grab your pitchforks! I wait you!

But, I am terribly sorry about the long, long long, long (etc.) wait. Lots of useless junk happened, but I could've written from scratch, I just didn't want to. I wasted away at the computer, doing none of my writing. And the Writer's Block simply won't leave!

I have managed, however, to finish this...obviously, since you are reading it...of course, you may have just skipped this whole speech, said 'to hell with her' and read the actual chapter. Don't worry, I would've done the same thing. ((wink))

A large reason it has taken so long is because I am no longer such a huge fan of Inuyasha, I'm more of a Naruto-Bleach-other random anime kinda girl now. However, my lack of interest shan't stop me from finishing this story, since I've managed to get a nice plot going, made the characters my own, and your reviews mean SO SO MUCH! I am forever grateful! I mean, over 200! Arigatou neeee!

Enjoy.

Words You'll Want To Know:

Urusai- shut up

And the words from previous chapters!

Chapter 11- The Dance

"Kag."

Fiddle fiddle.

"Kag."

Chew chew.

"Kaaaag..."

Twiddle. Twiddle.

"KAG!"

Fiddle. "Huh? What?"

"Stop with fiddling. It's making me nervous."

"I'm in a dress. IN. A. DRESS. I will fiddle to my heart's content, so shut it!" Kagome hissed and slumped against the car seat, chewing on her freshly painted, sparkly nails. Odd as it was, she really did feel humiliated, being in that dress in front of one of her male friends.

"There it is!" Miroku hummed happily, and turned the corner...promptly running down a random civilian.

Au, poor you. You thought I was kidding?

The person landed on the hood of the car and a moment of silence passed.

"HOLY CRAP!"

"OH SHIT!"

Miroku and Kagome practically fell out of the car and stood on opposite sides of the person who appeared to be unconscious.

"Uhh..." Scratch that.

Miroku started rambling about insurance and how he wasn't ready for prison and something about having a pretty face and jail rape.

"S-Sir, are you- KOUGA?" Kagome screeched.

"Kouga? Did you say Kouga? Kouga Wolfe? Did you say Kouga Wolfe?" Miroku screamed girlishly.

"...Did you just scream like a girl?" Kagome's panic subsided for a moment.

"...Well, no...yes..." Miroku scratched the back of his head.

"I think...I broke something..ss..." Kouga hissed in pain.

Kagome and Miroku shrieked stimunaneously and attempted to help him. They failed.

"LET ME GO!" Kouga cried out when Miroku's fingers brushed his shoulder. Miroku's entire body snapped backward so quickly and with such force he fell on his little rear.

Kagome flinched. "Kouga, we are so sor-"

Kouga blinked sleepily. Did he have a concussion? Was he going to die of internal bleeding? What if he had a tumor? Car crashes could give people tumors, right? "Who're...yooou?"

"I'm Kag-I mean Kagome! Kagami! I'm Kagami!" Kagome stuttered.

"...Kaga-huh?"

"He's dying!" Miroku wailed. "Kouga, I've always thought you a hairy weirdo, but please, stay with us...for my sake! I'm too beautiful for prison! They'll eat me alive...and not how they eat food if you catch my dri-"

"MIROKU!" Kagome slapped him. "Pull yourself together, man."

Miroku held his cheek, gaping. "Gomen...ne...Kagami-San."

In the middle of the wailing, yelling and bitch slapping, Kouga had passed out, still on the hood of the car.

Miroku poked him, and with no response of the 'hairy weirdo', began a long, dramatic floodcry.

Kagome straightened her dress and said to herself, "Well, Kagome, looks like your womanhood has its advantages in a world full of boys." She put her hands on her hips and said in a commanding tone,"Miroku!"

"WaaaAAAAAaaaaaah..."

"Miroku!"

"Sniffle, sob, sniffle, sob..."

"MIROKU-HENTAI!"

"W-What?"

"Where's your cell phone?"

"Its, its, its...where's yours?"

"I left it in my other dress," She responded wryly, but then thought how sad it was that it was true. She had left it at Sango's.

Miroku pulled it out of his pocket, the floodcrying stopping completely, leaving him blinking in a childish way.

"Good boy," Kagome pat his head. She was woman, she was strong! She would be DAMNED if she was going to miss her dance with Inu-...ahem...her dance...because Kouga decided to jump in front of their car in a random act of suicide attempt. She dialed three numbers and stated her emergency calmly. She then hung up and slipped the phone back into Miroku's front pocket. "Now, we just wait. They'll be here soon."

"...Are they coming to take me away?"

"What? No! They're coming for Kouga, you self-centered dimwit. Arg! Now, I'm going to miss the dance and its all Kouga's fault!"

Miroku nodded.

"And yours!" She turned a figner of fury apon her perverted friend.

"Mine? It was a green light! It's not my fault he's nightblind!"

"The sun is barely setting, Miroku!"

"We should've waited to call! In less than an hour it would be dark and then I could say he was just nightblind when they question me!"

"...Oh, that's a wonderful idea. We should've just let Kouga bleed to death all over the hood of your car, huh? Silly, inconsiderate me!" Kagome snapped, pulling Miroku back to reality and making him momentarily cease his talk of the ominous 'They'.

Miroku then stood, brushed off his pants, and nodded. "You're right! Besides, I'm so charming, I'll just talk my way out this!"

"Let's just hope the cop is female or gay."

"Must you be so negative?"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you-" Sirens could be heard.

"Kagome!" Miroku cried out. "Don't let Kouga's lack of good pedestrian skills stop you from going to that dance! You need that picture back from that hideous photographer, so go! No, no, please, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Somehow, I'll survive, and the police will never know you had anything to...Kagome?" Miroku scratched the side of his head. Kagome was nowhere in sight. Miroku sighed and leaned against his car. "Guess it's just you and me, Kouga." Kouga gushed out blood in response. "Who knew he could run so fast in heels? His skills are quite impressive, don't you think..."

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Kagome had ditched Miroku about 1/3 of the way through his speech. She was sprinting toward the dance, the building in sight. There was ballroom music flooding out of the building. Kagome had ditched her heels and was carrying them in her left hand, while her right hand held a portion of her dress, to keep it from flying around as she ran. Panty shots are for the distasteful anime!

Breathing heavily, Kagome wheezed and staggered into the ballroom. Her hair? Semi-ruined. Her feet? Black and in pain. Her make-up? Surprisingly intact, it must have been long lasting. Deciding she wasn't exactly presentable, she scanned the room for a bathroom. Oh joy, it was on the complete other side of the dance floor.

"Excuse me...sorry...pardon me...OW! That was my foot, lady!...excuse me...GAH!" Kagome hit the floor at seeing Inuyasha. He was standing there, looking irritated. He was in a black suit, red tie ("Aw, we match!" Kagome squealed in her head) and was fuming rather noticeably. Kagome then crawled on her hands and knees into the bathroom (after scaring a poor older woman) and put her feet onto the sink to wash them.

...That's funny, those things looked like...URINALS?

"OH CURSE THE HEAVENS!" Kagome really needed to get in touch with her feminine side again.

Inuyasha could've sworn a girl in a red dress had just ran from the men's bathroom to the women's bathroom screaming...but he could be wrong.

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Kagome smoothed her dress as she walked from the WOMEN'S room daintily. Her feet were their natural color, strappy heels now attached, and her hair was fixed.

"Inuyasha!" She shouted, waving. She immediately regretted it. His head whipped around like a deer caught in the headlights.

Was that Kag I heard? GAH! In a dress! No...that must be Kagami, his sister. Damn, could they look anymore alike? Inuyasha walked over, regretting his decision to come to the lame ass dance. Curse his suit! Damn it to all seven levels of Hell!

Kagome giggled girlishly. "Aha...I mean, you are Inuyasha, yes?"

"Obviously, since I responded to it."

Kagome seethed. He was a jerk to females, too, how dandy. "Or you could've been some weirdo randomly walking up to me, a girl has to be careful, you know."

"Whatever. Look, Kagami, right?" Kagome nodded after a small delay. "The only reason I'm here is to beat a picture out of this Naraku guy-"

Kagome gasped. "Why would you want to do a thing like that? It must be an awful picture..."

He cleared his throat. "It's none of your business. So, I just want to get it and leave. Okay? You don't need a ride, right?"

What's that face for! Kagome clicked her tongue. "Oh, of course not."

A sigh of relief and then, "Good."

"Yeah, yeah, just go get the damn picture already, you think I want to be here with an ass like you? I was bribed." She stuck her nose in the air, arms folded.

Inuyasha paused, allowing the boyish tone and use of foul language from a pretty girl in such a nice dress to sink in. Not that's she's pretty...just in that dress...sort of...not really... "Psh. Wench."

"Masochist."

"Bitch."

"So, what is on that picture, Inuyasha? You with your gay lover?" she laughed, knowing that was exactly what it looked like. Inuyasha turned as red as a cherry/strawberry/red object.

"N-no!" He sputtered, and promptly stormed off.

"Psh, and I rushed here for you, what am I, stupid or something?" Kagome muttered to herself.

"Kagome-San! Is that really you?"

Oh, joy. Hadn't she suffered enough today? Now that she thought about it, Kouga was probably doing worse, so it was so bad-

"Kagome, it is you!" Houjo's sparkly eyes and prancing body coming toward her was not the thing Kagome really wanted to see. "Kaaaaaaagooooooomeeeeeee..." Why was his voice suddenly deeper and in slow motion? Run!

"Uh, eh, INUYASHA! Yoo hoo, wait for me!" Kagome sprinted and latched onto the longhaired boy. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, let's start again."

"What's the point? I'm not just going to pretend to be polite, got it?"

Kagome's eye twitched. "Well, I am! Whether you like it or not!" she jabbed his chest. "So, did you find Naraku yet? Stupid jerk..."

Inyasha raised an eyebrow. "No. No, I haven't."

"Oh, well shit!" Kagome chirped.

Yup, she's a freak alright.

I need to stop cursing! What kind of proper lady AM I?

"Kaaaaggggooooomeeee!" A voice was heard calling through the crowd.

"Damnit, Houjo..." Kagome muttered to herself.

"Kagome...?" Inuyasha looked around.

"She, I mean he, isn't here. Silly Houjo, he must be delusional, ahaha!"

"You know Houjo?"

"Oh, yes, I've seen him around."

"Hn...There! I see him!"

"Reeeh? Where, where is he?"

"Urusai!"

Kagome looked around wildly, and her eyes landed on a boy in black pants and a purple polo shirt, messy, long black hair tied back into a low ponytail. He was kneeling in front of a lovely couple dancing, focusing his large camera. Hmm...he had clean nails, Kagome noticed.

Inuyasha took her hand and Kagome yelped in surprise. "Be quiet, will you?" He put an arm around her waist and took a large step forward. "Dance that way, will you?" He nudged her toward Naraku.

Oh, that's right, this is a dance, Kagome thought stupidly. She ignored his rude comment, and was pleased (if not mildly creeped out) to see that Inuyasha was a good dancer. "Hey, Inuyasha? Where did you learn to dance."

"None of your buisness."

Kagome huffed.

"I took lessons, okay?"

"You don't seem like a dancing kind of guy."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"So you are a dancing kind of guy?"

"No."

"But you said-"

"I was forced to take dancing lessons, are you happy! Damn, woman."

"Oh...it sounds fun. I would've liked to take lessons."

"Keh, your fine."

Kagome smiled. That was nice for Inuyasha, after all. She was glad Miroku wasn't there, or he might've started to suspect something.

Inuyasha gasped rather dramatically, reminding Kagome of Miroku when he was insulted. "Naraku?"

Naraku looked up. Did his pupils just dilate? "Inu...yasha..."

"I didn't know you'd be here." Kagome was ashamed to admit to herself that she was upset when Inuyasha stepped away.

Naraku's eyes narrowed. "I didn't know you...danced." A smirk. "Seems fitting after what I saw."

Inuyasha grinded his teeth together. "Oh, you mean that picture? Its nothing." He waved it off. "My reputation is of no importance to me.

Like Hell it isn't, Kagome rolled her eyes.

"Like Hell is isn't," Naraku rolled his eyes.

Kagome blinked. Spooky...

"And why are you here?" Naraku stood, staring accusingly.

"I'm with Ka...Ka..."

Boy, you better not have forgotten my name. I will stick my foot up your a-

"Kagami! I'm here with Kagami. She wanted to learn how to dance."

"Oh, here with a girl, huh?"

"YES!" Inuyasha snapped, then cleared his throat and continued calmly, "Interesting you would be here."

"Interesting indeed."

"Say, what's that behind you?"

Naraku shrugged. "You tell me."

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. "Look around and I won't have to."

"I don't feel like it."

Kagome tapped Inuyasha's arm. "You may not want to cause a scene, Inuyasha."

Luckily for Kagome, Inuyasha remembered the point of having to go to the stupid dance instead of beating Naraku to pulp during lunch or after school.

Reason number one: He was elusive. Did he even have a dorm?

Reason number two: Lunch is too crowded and would result in suspension and after school would be too difficult because no one ever sees the damn bastard.

Naraku looked at Kagome. "I don't see why you'd want to be out with him."

We agree on something! Kagome forced a grin. "Who knows, ne?" Inuyasha turned his nose up at them both.

"Naraku," Kagome said sweetly, "Inuyasha's such an ass, he won't help me find my purse outside. You seem like a nice, sensitive...uhm...creative guy, would you mind?"

"Naraku straightened his shirt. "Inuyasha never was a gentleman. I'll help you."

"Hey, you never told me about any purse!" A swift kick to the shin and Inuyasha was silenced.

"Oh thank you!" Kagome put her forefinger to her mouth. "I lost it out there..."

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Naraku stared blankly at the Dumpster and rabid cat. "You lost your purse...in an alley?"

Kagome put her hand to her forehead, letting out a small sob. "Yes! I hope nothing ate it!" Where the Hell is Inuyasha? Don't tell me he didn't get the hint!"

Low and behold, Naraku was kicked in the back picked up, and thrown into a Dumpster. Inuyasha then grabbed his camera bag and...man purse? Okaaaaay.

Kagome and Inuyasha high-fived. A job well done indeed.

As they walked out of the alley, Inuyasha began digging through the, ahem, man purse. "Keys with a number on them. Dorm 666, got it."

"Oh good, now we, uh you...yes, you can get that nasty picture back."

"Yeah, I'll tell your brother when I get back," Inuyasha pocketed the keys. "Thanks for your help, Kagami."

Kagome grinned and scratched her cheek. "No problem!"

"Oh yeah, what happened to Miroku? Didn't he drive you here?"

Kagome sweatdropped. "Ahah...heh...Miroku was...well, he had...buisness to attend to."

"Buisness?"

"Important buisness."

"Pervert..."

"Yup!"

Inuyasha gulped. "Say, Kagami?"

He looks nervous... "Y-Yes, Inuyasha?"

"...Is that blood on your wrist?"

Kouga bled on her. Just great. "No, its ketchup."

"It looks like blood."

"I had fries before I came here."

"Why is it caked and dried like that?"

"It was old."

"Whatever, do you need a ride?"

"Yes!" Kagome happily followed Inuyasha to his blood red car ("Its so pretty!" she squealed) and climbed in the passenger seat. It smelled like him.

"Where to? Kaede's Girls School?"

"The Emergency room, please!"

"..."

"Or the police station."

"..."

"The Emergency room would be fine."

"..."

"..."

"...Right. Okay."

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A/N Waaaaah, I'm sorry if it sucked! I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. Reviews on this chapter, I will respond to next chapter! Thanks again to those who reviewed, it means a lot. When I saw how many reviews I had, and read the encouraging notes, I knew I needed to get my lazy ass in gear. So right on!

Happy holidays, since they all passed during my absence! D

Heart, Miko-Sama