Ahhh next chapter! I'm so very sorry this took so long all my wonderful fans. Something was wrong with my computer and it would not allow me to submit any documents. I was going nuts!

Anyways... oh God, I've got so many reviews in so little time. It makes me want to cry. Don't you worry, the rest of the inu gang is coming up in these next few chapters, as well as some more in depth stuff on our main characters. And yes, I do realize that Naraku is nice in this fic and it's weird but that's why the fic is OOC.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, yadda, yadda, yadda… on with the story!

Football

The remainder of the afternoon, Kagome busied herself with the task of unpacking her boxes, her other, larger things having been delivered around noon, and her bed had been brought in the other day.

Sighing as she unpacked the contents of the final box, Kagome looked around the room, satisfied with what she saw. No longer bare, the walls were decorated with a few dance certificates and some pictures. Her bed now adorned her favorite sky blue and lime green comforter, the matching throw pillows scattered precisely along the headboard. She was grateful when she found her room had a window, providing her with a wonderful view of the city's skyline. It was now donning a set of light curtains, matching the blue of her bedspread. Her white computer desk was nearly bare, save for the lamp sitting atop it as well as her laptop. Her corresponding white dresser was already filled to the brim with her socks, underwear, towels, and bathing suits. Resting along the top of said dresser were a few small picture frames, each one holding a picture of her family or her friends as well as a large, circular mirror. A cushy, green chair sat in a corner opposite the dresser, across from her bed.

Smiling as she finished unpacking the last box, she hung all of her cloths in the modest little closet, lining all of her shoes neatly along the wall. Brushing a speck of dirt from her jeans, she exited her new room after haphazardly stacking the boxes in an empty corner. Straightening her yellow tank top, she ambled into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Looking at the clock, she sighed as she found it was only four, meaning she still had quite a while to wait before they left for the club.

Eyes focusing on the slow, rhythmically ticking hand of the clock, she failed to notice Naraku come to stand in front of her.

"Hey."

Almost choking on the mouthful of water she had currently been trying to swallow, Kagome's body did the only thing it could to stop her from gagging. She spit… all over Naraku. After having spewed her water on the crimson eyed man, she spluttered an apology and grabbed a towel, dabbing off what had not yet soaked into his clothing. Blushing redder than a tomato, Kagome refused to meet his eyes as she patted the now damp piece of cloth against his cheek.

Clearing his throat, Naraku quipped, "Do you make it a habit of spraying water all over your acquaintances?"

Huffing, Kagome threw the towel at him and mumbled, "It was an accident, jerk. I feel bad enough as it is without you teasing me."

Throwing his hands up in a defensive manner, he told her, "I meant no harm. Now, if you promise not to do that again, I'll continue with what I was going to say before." When he received a pointed and playful look from the tiny woman before him, he smirked and continued, "Sesshomaru and I are going to play football in the park, do you want to join us?"

Smiling, Kagome nodded. "That would be wonderful. I'll die of boredom if I have to sit around for the next six hours doing nothing." Screwing the lid onto her water bottle, Kagome followed Naraku to the door, where Sesshomaru was patiently waiting.

Eyeing his friend, the silver haired man lifted a regal brow, inquiring as to what had happened.

Lips tilting ever so slightly, Naraku turned to look at Kagome out the corner of his eye and commented, "I was… attacked." She swatted playfully at is shoulder and he grinned even wider, adoring the fire that burned in her eyes.

Kagome clasped her hands together nervously, feeling somewhat anxious as she approached a group of men conversing a few yards from them. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked back to see Sesshomaru grinning at her and felt somewhat better.

As the three of them neared, all eyes turned to watch their approach… or more specifically, Kagome's approach. A boy with short, black hair was the first to step forward, coming to a stop right before a wide eyed Kagome. "Well, hey there, lovely. I'm Miroku," the violet eyed male stated, his voice smooth and unwavering.

Kagome was about to introduce herself when she felt a warm hand creep across her backside. Clicking her mouth shut, she lifted an eyebrow at the offender and whispered, "If I were you, Miroku, I'd move that hand before my foot finds a way up your ass."

The hand instantly retreated and was thrown up into the air along with its other in a sign of defeat. The other men were quick to come over, each one introducing themselves with eager expressions on their faces.

Hiten, a red eyed, black haired male was the next to greet her, his brother Manten following suit. His eyes were not dark, like Naraku's but rather a brilliant poppy red, his hair done up in a neat braid.

Kagome found it odd that so many of them had lengthy hair, yet managed to look attractive all the same. She always found long hair on a male to look silly, but these boys knew how to pull off the look. Aside from Hiten, Naraku, and Sesshomaru; Bankotsu had long hair as well, his pulled into a braid similar to Hiten's. His eyes, however, were a startling blue, like ice. Kouga had brown hair pulled into a high ponytail and evenly tanned skin. His eyes were a unique shade of blue, almost teal in appearance. She timidly gave her name, blushing at the appreciative stares she was on the receiving end of.

Sesshomaru pulled his long, tinsel hair into a low ponytail, securing it with a black rubber band. Naraku, hair resting just between his shoulder blades, didn't have to worry about such things.

Turning to the fidgeting little woman before him, Naraku picked up the football and tossed it gently to her. When she caught it and looked at him in confusion, he asked, "Do you know how to play?" When she nodded, he motioned for her to toss it back and trotted up to the rest of the group.

After having separated the teams, Kagome took her place in the huddle, listening as Sesshomaru rattled off the play. Her team consisted of herself, Sesshomaru, Kouga, and Miroku; the other team including Naraku, Hiten, Manten, and Bankotsu.

Standing across from a grinning Naraku, she waited patiently for the game to begin. When the play was kicked into motion, she followed the ball with her eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to intercept. Finally, Hiten made a pass to his brother, one in which she easily leapt up and stole. When she landed however, Naraku was already coming at her at an alarming pace. Screaming in a very girlish way, she threw the ball carelessly, not bothering to check where it went. Her actions were a bit too delayed though, for Naraku tackled her to the ground just as she released it.

Grunting as the wind was pushed from her lungs, Kagome could do naught but lay there until Naraku lifted his weight from her. When he did, however, he merely rose up onto his elbows, staring at her with an amused gleam in his eye.

"Wow," he teased, "you're really terrible at throwing."

Gasping in mock hurt, Kagome shoved him off of her and stood, placing her hands on her hips and stating, "I may not have the best arm, but I can do other things."

"And what, pray tell, are these other abilities in which you possess?" he mocked.

Growling, she told him matter-o-factly, "I can catch, obviously, and I can run."

Lifting a jet black brow, he tilted his head to the side and inquired jokingly, "Are these skills just as impressive as your throwing arm?"

Raising her chin an inch or so, she strolled past him, a confident and determined air about her. "You'll see."

Kagome was relieved to find that after her little… fumble… with the ball, her team had managed to keep possession. As the game continued, she found herself out in the open and threw her hands up, indicating she was clear. When the leather, oval shaped ball was thrown in her direction, she had no difficulty in jumping up and grabbing it, turning swiftly on her heels to head for the end zone. Naraku was already hot on her heels, Manten rushing her in an attempt to tackle her.

Spinning around to brush past the burly, bald headed boy, she ran as fast a she could, making a beeline for the imaginary line marked with a hat and a shirt that was her salvation. Hiten circled around in front of her, hoping to catch her before she could reach the end zone. When he lunged at her, however, her actions surprised everyone. With a graceful and well timed leap, she vaulted over him and into the end zone.

Twirling around in a triumphant circle, she lifted the ball into the air before throwing it harshly to the ground. Doing a little victory dance, she ran up to Naraku, jumping on his back and rubbing a knuckle on his scalp. "How was that?!"

Leaping off ofhim, she ran over to her teammates who greeted her with a barrage of high fives. Yet one hand never made contact with her palm, instead giving her a firm spank on the bottom.

"Nice hustle, Kagome," Miroku chirped slyly.

In an almost reflexive impulse, her hand shot up and whacked him over the head.

Rubbing his aching skull, Miroku made an innocent face at her and whimpered, "What was that for, my dear Kagome, I was merely giving you a victory spank. It's tradition in football."

"Oh really," Kagome began in a dangerous tone, "then why is it I haven't seen you give any of the others a friendly 'victory spank'?"

With a sheepish grin, Miroku shrugged and ran off to join the huddle.

Shaking her head, Kagome was quick to follow.

Groaning as she massaged the aching muscles of her thighs, Kagome stared at blinking lights of the elevator, wanting very badly to be in their cozy apartment, in her cozy bed.

"I assume you had a good time?" Sesshomaru asked.

Before she could answer, Naraku cut in with a smart mouthed remark. "Yes, and you didn't even spit on anyone. I must be special to be the only one who received your attentions in such a way."

"Hey… I didn't spit on you okay?" Kagome retaliated, throwing her arms up enthusiastically.

"Well what do you call it then? Spew?" was Naraku's instantaneous reply. When no answer met him he smirked in victory. His triumph was short lived, for the second they stepped out of the elevator, a gush of cool water splashed over his scalp, running down his face, chest and back.

Eyes darting to Kagome, who now held a very empty water bottle, he whispered, "Run."

Giving a little 'eep', Kagome was off down the hall, pulling the keys from her pocket as she went. As she fumbled to get them in the keyhole, a set of strong arms encircled her and hauled her up over a very masculine shoulder. Giggling as her captor completed the act of opening the door, she soon found herself flopped onto the couch and being attacked.

She tried fruitlessly to push him off, her sides aching with laughter as Naraku continued to tickle her silly. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as he kept on, his fingers relentlessly driving her into hysterics. "Please… Naraku!" she gasped, "No… no more!"

"Tell me who won," he demanded, a playful threat lacing his voice.

Sobbing, Kagome was barely able to choke out, "You… win! You win okay?"

Ceasing his tickle attacks, Naraku promptly sat on her stomach, legs on either sides of her ribs, and grinned down at her.

Letting out a breathy 'oomph', Kagome pouted cutely at the man holding her captive against the cushy, leather imprisonment.

Snorting, Naraku rose from his position atop her and helped her sit, taking his seat next to her and flicking the television on. Sesshomaru was quick to join them as the channel was set to football.

Kagome, however, was lost in her own thoughts, to busy to watch the game. 'Do these guys worship football or something?' she pondered silently, noting the many football posters on their walls. Apparently, playing football in the park was a weekly ritual for them, one she looked forward to attending in the future.

Her thoughts trailed back to the game they had just played, recalling the outcome. They had won, much to her smug delight, and she wasted no time in rubbing it in Naraku's face. In turn, he was quick to rub her face in the dirt, some smudges still remaining on her cheeks as proof. The recollection of how their bodies glistened under the early evening sun was a welcome one. They had even taken their shirts off, an act that almost sent Kagome off her hinges. Heck, she was only human...

Cutting herself off in mid thought, Kagome chastised herself for being a lecher, thinking that perhaps she had spent a little too much time with Miroku that day.

She had been rather surprised when he suggested she meet his girlfriend, having expected him to be single. She wondered just how the girl was able to put up with him. Either way, she was thrilled to have the chance to be introduced to another female. She felt somewhat smothered with all the males she had met in so little time.

And there is the second chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Friendly suggestions are welcome. As long as my computer doesn't become stubborn again, I'll have another chapter up either tomorrow or the next day.