"Crap crap crap crap CRAP!" Kagome cursed quietly, looking through her closet. Then, she stopped. "WHY the hell am I panicking over a date with a complete stranger?" She questioned herself, lightly whacking herself head. "Aaagh! Get yourself together, girl! It's just some suave American guy." Kagome breathed in deeply. "Okay, okay. Calm down and just... choose something." Kagome shut her eyes and reached into the closet and pulled out a navy blue, knee-length skirt and a white button-up blouse. "Hmm, casual and smart." She shrugged softly.

"There's no need for me to panic. It's just a little friendly dinner." Kagome thought, a light dust of pink across her cheeks. She sighed, shaking her head softly before getting ready. Kagome slipped on skin-coloured tights before putting on her black boots. She brushed her hair back and put it up with the help of a floral designed hair clasp. On each side of her face was a small bit of hair dangling down to her chin with a small curl to it. Nervously, Kagome looked in the mirror, patting down her skirt. A knock on her door made her gasp and fall over.

"Oof!" She cried, slowly getting up. "C-coming!" Kagome quickly got to the door before smoothing out her hair and and breathing deeply. Quickly, Kagome opened the door and smiled shyly at Damien who was standing at the door. "H-hi." She muttered, blushing.

"Hello, Miss Higurashi." Damien smiled at her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Y-yes!" Kagome nodded bashfully before stepping out and locking her door behind her. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her shoulders. "H-huh?" Kagome looked up to see Damien.

"We got to be careful at this time of night. This'll give the image that would probably keep the prowling men away, hopefully." The man frowned at the thought. Kagome blushed brighter.

"Th-that's really sweet of you. Thank you, Mr Nob-" She was cut off.

"Please, call me Damien, Kagome." Damien pulled her closer, smiling at her. Kagome became speechless but nodded. Her cheeks brightened to a crimson red once they stepped out into the cool night air.

"All right, Damien." Kagome wrung her fingers together as she and the handsome man headed towards the restaurant they would be dining in. Kagome cleared her throat. "So, what kind of restaurant will we be eating at?"

"It's a Japanese restaurant." Damien replied, his arm tightening a bit around her. Kagome smiled.

"Oh, really? I just moved here a while ago from Japan." She clasped her hands together, glancing at Damien from the corner of her eye. Damien looked back at her, raising a brow.

"I noticed you look foreign. I was going to ask." He smirked softly. With his free hand, he took a lock of Kagome's hair that dangled at the side of her face between his fingers and his smile softened. "Your hair is lovely. It's a beautiful shade of black and when it hits the light, it's a gorgeous blue colour, much like your eyes." Kagome gasped softly, slowly registering the compliments. Damien let go of her hair, chuckling softly. "Sorry. That was a bit foolish of me and straightforward, but it's the truth." Kagome stared at the smiling male before realising she was looking to long.

"Ah!" She quickly looked away, blushing. "Th-thank you." She murmured, looking off to the side. Damien quietly laughed at Kagome's shyness.

"She's normally not this shy." Damien thought, smiling. Looking up, he realised they made it to the restaurant and led Kagome in. She looked around the oriental-styled restaurant, smiling softly as Damien checked the reservations and was shown to their table. Looming down at their table, Kagome risked a look up at Damien only to feel embarrassed as he was staring back at her.

"W-well," Kagome cleared her throat. She looked Damien in the eye as she spoke. "This was a very kind thing for you to do, Damien. I hope it wasn't any trouble."

"Of course not! I insisted." Damien smirked at her gently as she quickly reached up to brush her fringe out of her face. He grabbed her wrist, making the Japanese female blink at him. "Don't. You look beautiful just the way you are right now." Kagome's eyes widened and she looked down at the table once again.

"I-I'm really flattered." She stammered, slowly pulling back her hand as Damien released her wrist.

"Inuyasha never really was this nice to me." Kagome thought, biting her lip.

After dinner

The two stations outside Kagome's flat, laughing happily.

"I've really enjoyed this, Damien. Thank you again for taking me out." Kagome smiled brightly at Damien, who held her closely with one arm once again. He chuckled, tapping her nose softly. Kagome wriggled her nose before giving a light sneeze.

"I had fun, too, Kagome. I just wish the night wasn't ending so soon." He sighed, dropping the arm that was wrapped around Kagome. She stared at him for a bit before clearing her throat.

"It doesn't have to be the last, y-you know. W-we could do this again. I-IF YOU WANTED! I-it's just it was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed myself and I-" Kagome went silent when Damien placed a finger on her lips, laughing gently.

"I would love to go out with you again." Damien sent her his charming smile. Kagome shyly stared at him before she was handed a slip of paper with a number on it. "Call me whenever you want." Damien offered. Kagome nodded and went on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Bye, Damien. I'll see you around." Kagome unlocked her door and went into her apartment, trying to stay calm. However once she was in her room, Kagome immediately dove for the bed and let out a scream.

"Idiot! That was really embarrassing!" She thought, clutching her pillow before relaxing. Suddenly, Kagome winced and let out a cry of pain as discomforting agony ran through her veins. Then, it vanished, leaving the young Asian woman panting heavily.

"Oh shit," She mumbled. "I-I think I know... what's going on here."

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Me: bonjour my lovelies! And yes, Damien is, indeed, Dr Blowhole. Yaaay! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and I will post the next one later. Byyye!