A/N: I'm updating! I know some of you guys are pretty miffed about the cliffy in "To be with you again," but don't worry I'm already working on chapter 6! Finals are finally over, so now I only have to keep my grades up! Well, here goes the 5th chapter!

Chapter 5: My little black book part 2 and a Rampage from grandpa

We arrived just as my mom had finished preparing the food. We sat down to eat rice and chicken, while Kohaku and Souta played in the living room. It was pretty quiet, nothing new. Even my mom wasn't being interactive today.

"So. . . anything new?" I smiled at my family who just stared at me with blank faces. Really, what was their deal? Had I missed something, a birthday or something?

Then it hit me.

My dad's anniversary was coming up. It always turned sullen this time of the year, no matter what was happening. Sango looked confused, so when I finished I picked up my plate and dragged her to my room.

"Kagome, why is everybody so . . . I don't know, sad?" She sat down at the edge of my bed, while I went through my closet. I found what I was looking for. At the end of my closet, there was a box, about the size of a regular shoe box. This contained the memories I had of my father, everything and anything he ever gave me. Sango's gaze locked on the box and she immediately knew what was up.

"Oh Kagome . . ."

I shook my head. I didn't want her to be sad, because I wasn't that sad anymore. Don't get me wrong, I missed my dad, and everyday I wished he could be here, but I don't think he'd want me to waste my time crying for him, but to live by the ideals he taught me.

"It's okay, Sango." I sat the box down, and I strode over to my desk. I had already brought up my little book, so I tucked it away.

"Guess what else I found out?" I asked, turning around to smile at her. What I didn't mention was that while Miroku did get those magazines, he also bought a jewelery box. I could tell it was a necklace, and I would bet my life that it was for Sango.

"What?" Sango eagerly asked. I laughed and sat down by her.

"I think Miroku got you something,"

"Really? What?" She demanded. I held my hands up in defense.

"I'm not saying what it is. You'll just have to find out when you get it. By the way, when is your next date?"

Sango fidgeted with her hands, and, like always, blushed. Some days were just predictable.

"Tomorrow, I think."

I nodded. I started to think of ways to help her, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Sango asked, standing up. My brow furrowed in confusion as I stood up to open my door.

"No."

We went down the stairs, but my mom had already opened. From where I was standing, I could barely make out who it was, but their voice was undeniable.

"Does Kagome Higurashi live here?" Inuyasha's smooth voice came from my door.

No. Way.

"Kagome . . ." Sango trailed off. She clearly heard Inuyasha but I didn't respond. My voice was caught in my throat. My gaze landed on my mother.

"Yes. Might I ask why you want to see her?" My mom's tone had some pretty clear underlying imposition. So much for being subtle. Inuyasha fumbled with his answer.

"I, uh-that is we-have a project and I thought we should get started on it." He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. I was frozen in my spot. I literally could not move.

That, is until Sango pushed me and sent me tumbling forward.

"Inuyasha, hi! How are you?" She asked, while I picked myself off the floor. But before he could even utter a reply, she pushed past him.

"Well, I guess I better go, since you're here. Kagome, I'll see you tomorrow!" She glanced over her shoulder and disappeared into the night. She was so going to get a lecture and maybe some yelling or some pictures that I had of her . . .

"Uh, Kagome?" Inuyasha broke my concentration, looking at me with concern. This time, I was able to find my voice.

"Mom, since Inuyasha is here, can we go up to my room and study?" I glanced at her, wondering if she was still upset. Surprisingly, a smile adorned her face.

"Of course, honey." Her smile looked as if the sun could not outshine it.

Bipolar much, mother?

I beckoned Inuyasha to follow me up the stairs. We passed the living room where my brother and Kohaku was (I wonder if Sango forgot anyone?) and climbed up my stairs. Thankfully I had just cleaned my room, so no worries about whether my room looked presentable or not. I closed my door and turned to face him. I finally noticed his clothing and I gotta say, I felt myself get red.

He had on a black button up shirt with the first couple of buttons undone (Can you say "HOT"?) And he also had dark denim blue jeans that looked nice on him. His hair was down and it took me all the strength I could muster to not let my hands wander on his body.

Not that I'm a pervert or anything. I just know a good-looking guy when I see one.

He had a notebook with him, probably with the assignment I had totally forgotten about. He laid it out on my bed.

"I guess we should get started." he mumbled and I pulled up a chair for him. I sat on my bed as he sat on my desk.

"Well, first things first. What was the project about again?" I asked, sheepishly. He rolled his eyes.

"Creating our own government."

"I knew that." No need for him to know I had forgotten.

"Sure you did." He raised and lowered his eyebrows as he said it.

Awkward silence filled the air, but there also was some unseen, but felt, traces of electricity in the air, almost tangible. I looked down and my slippers and concentrated on the pattern.

Inuyasha broke the silence.

"Do you have your notes from class?" He asked, looking around for a notebook. I looked up.

"Yeah, my notebook is somewhere on that desk." I watched him filter through the things on my desk until he picked up something.

"Is it this one?"

I gasped. The notebook he held was my little black notebook. He couldn't see that! I bolted like lightning and snatched it out of my hands.

"No! This is for another project. Um, Psychology!" I hid the book behind my back. He looked a little confused.

"Well, why can't I see it?"

I hesitated. What excuse could I give?

"Can't. Its confidential," I offered, hoping he'd back off. It did the opposite.

"C'mon let me see it!"

"I said no!"

A small sound came from door. We both glanced at each other. I slowly walked toward my door, and turned the knob.

As I opened the door, my grandpa fell in with a thud.

"Gramps! Were you spying on me?" I asked, my voice hard. He look flustered and he picked himself up.

"I was only doing what was right! I have to protect you from the evil clutches of men!" He exclaimed, looking pointedly at Inuyasha.

"The "Evil clutches of men"? C'mon Gramps, that's so last decade!" I threw my hands up. Where did he suddenly get his inspiration to "protect" me? Probably from one of those handbooks, like the one he bought Souta, the one where, eventually, had me hoisted up in the air. By my ankle, if I recall correctly.

"I had to defend you honor! YOUR VIRTUE!" I let my head fall into my hands. Oh my god, was he really gonna go on this? In front of Inuyasha? This was so embarrassing.

"Gramps! I don't need you to protect my VIRTUE!" I yelled. He only shook his finger at me.

"I've always said your mother was too liberal with you children! Just look what you're doing!"

"And what exactly am I doing?"

He gulped and turned red. Obviously, I had touched a nerve.

"it doesn't matter! The concept still applies!" He retorted. Before I could say anything, Inuyasha intervened.

"Relax, Gramps. I wasn't going to do anything with your granddaughter," He scowled, as if he was offended that Gramps would think that.

"Ha! You think you're gonna fool me? I know the conniving working's of a man's mind! I know exactly what you want!" I glanced up and saw Inuyasha turn red.

Enough was enough.

"Gramps, I think it's time for your medicine." I dragged him to the door.

"Now just you wait-!"

I pushed him out and slammed the door closed. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood. I already had a headache. I turned around and I could still see Inuyasha was red, though much less now. He looked like he could be blushing.

I started to apologize. "I'm sorry Inuyasha. Sometimes my grandpa gets carried away, especially when it's around the anniversary of my dad's death."

For a moment, I saw a ghost of an expression flicker across his face. Sadness?

"Yeah, I know how hard it is. My mom died around ten years ago. I was only 8," His voice had gotten smaller. My face softened. I knew how hard it was too.

Without even thinking, I reached out to hug him.

At first I could feel him tense, but then he loosened and put his arms around me. I heard his smile in his voice.

"Thank you, Kagome."

I smiled. But then the moment was ruined by my grandpa barging through my door and yelling "I knew it! I knew it!" I dragged him out again and this time locked the door.

"There! Now he won't bother us!"

Inuyasha chuckled, but clasped the door knob. "Maybe we should meet later, since I don't think we're going to get any work done." He was about to close the door when he pulled back and gave me a slip of paper.

"Uh, here's my number and address. Just give ma a call or pass by. Maybe we can start then." He smirked and exited.

It was silent for about three heartbeats.

"AHHHHHH!" I practically kissed the little piece of paper in my hands. How lucky could I get? I got to hug the man of my dreams, not to mention getting his number and address! I glanced at the window just in time to see him leave in his red Volvo.

I sat deep in thought. I knew I'd had to give Sango this information especially since she's the one who wanted to know the most. I smiled again as I remembered the hug. It was so nice and warm and he felt so strong . . . my thoughts drifted into dream land.

Soon, I heard a knock. I stood up and opened the door.

"Mom?"

My mom had come up already dressed for sleep.

"So how did it go? Hopefully, Gramps didn't damper anything did he?"

I thought about telling her what Gramps had said, but instead I decided to dwell on the thought of Inuyasha's hug.

"Yeah, it was nice." I said, leaning on the door frame. "Really nice." I smiled as I thought of the hug and the digits I had scored.

This was totally the best day of my life.

A/N: Yeah! Got this chapter out! Please, tell me your opinion about it! You reviews are the things I live for! So yeah I wanted to ask you guys a question! Have any of these situations seemed similar to anything that's happened to you before? Give me your situations for a chance to see them in this story! I'll mention you and everything! I know that one the things I put about the key turning? Yeah I can't ever remember whether left is open or right is or whatever each side is. I always have to say this little rhyme and think of what is open and closing. Yeah pathetic but true! Also, I want to remind you guys about the poll I put up! Check my profile for new story ideas and vote! Don't you guys want more Daichilover stories? You have to go vote! I've only had 4 voters! PLEASE!

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8/22/11

Edit: Daichi here with the second edit! I might edit some more today, so keep on the lookout. If you're new to this story, keep on reading! And Review.