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"I can't do this."
Sango sighed, putting a hand on her forehead for a moment before looking back at her friend. They had been working so hard for the past few weeks, and Kagome was not going to ruin it just because of a little build up of nerves.
"It really isn't that hard Kagome. We'll all be in there with you," she said. Kagome looked down. Sango bit back another sigh, not wanting to be a drama queen. "Look, why don't you go find a place to warm up your voice, okay?
Just take a couple of minutes to chill out, and get ready. You'll realize that even though the recording booth is a little intimidating, you'll get hooked to those headphones soon enough."
Kagome returned the hug Sango then gave her, picked up her bag, and walked into the hallway. She couldn't believe how huge it was in that building. Room after room lined the bland hallway, and she hoped one of them contained a piano.
She checked about five along the hallway before she heard it.
E-oh, e-oh, e-e-e-e-oh.
Kagome heard the sounds of a piano, and the faints sounds of a voice.
E-oh, e-oh, e-e-e-e-oh.
She let herself get close to each door as she walked, the voice and the piano getting louder.
E-oh, e-oh, e-e-e-e-oh.
The, almost instantly, it stopped. Kagome felt anxiety build up inside her. She had hoped for a quiet room to practice in, but she couldn't just barge into a room now that she knew someone else was here.
Do, do, re, re, mi, mi, fa, fa, so, so, la, la, ti, ti, do, do.
She sighed with relief and continued down the hall. Now all she had to do was work up the nerve to ask whomever this was. She reached for the doorknob and twisted, pulling it open.
And met the back of head, covered in a black knit cap on top of a head of silver hair.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome said, stepping into the room. Instantly he tensed, and he stopped his warm up. He didn't respond otherwise. "Um, I needed a piano to warm up with…may I join you?"
He didn't say anything. But he moved over on the bench, making room for her to sit. He then played a warm-up she recognized from high school choir.
"I lo-ove to sing," she sang, sitting beside him. His fingers moved up on the keyboard. "I lo-ove to sing." And he kept going. Kagome wasn't sure when he would stop. Surely he knew she was a soprano, but how high was he going to play. It was when she hit the A that he stopped, moving onto a skipping scale. "Do, mi, re, fa, mi, so, fa, la, so, ti, la, do, ti, re, do. Do, la, ti, so, la, fa, so, mi, fa, re, me, do, re, ti, do."
He kept playing warm-ups, and she kept singing. Kagome wanted so badly to know what he was thinking. Did he like her range? Did he like her voice at all? For some reason, she hoped he did. She took a moment to realize that he had stopped playing, and she had stopped singing.
"Nice range," he whispered. She almost didn't hear him.
"Thank you," she said, playing with her hands. She only began to notice how close they were sitting on the piano bench.
"Did you really kick Miroku's ass like that?" He said, and he turned to face her. He was smirking, a playful look in his eyes. Kagome never realized what a beautiful amber color they were. They were full and beautiful, unlike her boring brown eyes.
"Well, what would you do? I thought he was a pervert, or something," she said, folding her hands in her lap.
"Well, he is that," he continued when he saw the horrified look in her eyes. Hadn't she spent enough time with Miroku by now to know he wouldn't do anything? "No, wait. What I meant was, he would never attack any woman." He smiled to himself. 'Specially not a girl like you.
"Excuse me?" Inuyasha looked back up to see Kagome with her hands fisted at her sides. Her face was growing red with what seemed like frustration. "What about a girl like me?"
It occurred to Inuyasha that he said his thoughts out loud.
"Well Inuyasha, is there something wrong with me?"
"No, really, I-,"
"Well, you aren't exactly Mr. Wonderful yourself!"
"Hey!"
"Jerk!"
"You make it sound like you would want to be attacked!" he shouted. He stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the stool Kagome was still sitting on. She rose too, and this time the stool did fall over. Inuyasha glared at the girl, challenging her to stand up to him. And meet his challenge she did.
To prove this, she kicked the stool about three feet away from them.
"You're insane, you know that?" he snarled, inching closer. Her cheeks grew red with her anger. "And you look like a drunk."
"Well, you are a jerk, with no respect for anyone or anything but yourself," she spat back. Inuyasha could see the fire in her eyes, and deep inside of himself, where he was not quite sure, wanted to see more.
"At least I don't go around trying to kill my band mates," he said, raising his voice a little. Kagome was taken aback a little. Wasn't he joking about it a few minutes ago?
"At least I can rhyme!" she shouted.
"I do it all the time!" he shouted back.
He was ready to continue the argument when he noticed a color on her face that had nothing to do with being angry. In fact, she seemed almost embarrassed.
It was almost as if she was…blushing?
Yes, Inuyasha concluded, the wench is blushing. But why?
Kagome let out a small cough, her blush ever growing. "Um…Inuyasha?"
He looked around, and noticed nothing. Except that their lips were this close to touching.
With a quick blush of his own, he pecked her lips and dashed out of the room. Kagome was left to ponder why Inuyasha had come so close. And why…why did he kiss her?
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