A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! I'm still not quite sure exactly how this whole thing works, but I think it's going pretty well :) Anyway, here's chapter 2 because I finished writing it earlier than planned :D

Chapter 2

Sango was still fuming by the time Kagame got to the back.

"He called me a wench!" Sango whispered angrily to Kagome, not wanting any of the passengers to overhear.

"I know, Sango, I know, and he won't apologize for it either. What a douche." Kagame grabbed both of Sango's hands and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "What happened to your boomerang? Why didn't you use it?"

Sango ducked her head a bit, avoiding Kagome's gaze. "I figured it wasn't very… professional to pull out a boomerang and smack a passenger in the head…"

Kagome stared at her best friend for a minute. That really didn't seem like something SAngo would do… Since when did Sango care about appearing professional? She certainly didn't care last week when she cursed out a man who tried to grope her. God, Kagome hoped no one would ever do that again. Meanwhile, Sango squirmed under Kagome's intense scrutiny. Sango knew what Kagome must've been thinking, and prayed to her lucky stars that she wouldn't figure it out.

"Don't worry," Kagome reassured her friend after a moment of silence. "I'll make him pay for this."

Sango raised a perfect eyebrow. "Really now." She had to hold in a laugh. Kagome, the petite woman that she was, wouldn't hurt a fly on a normal basis. But when someone messed with her friends, an extremely protective and loyal side of Kagome came out. Sango loved that.

"I will!" Kagome promised, a little indignant. "I'm not quite yet sure how, but I'll figure it out."

Sango rolled her eyes, but her lips were curling into a small smile. It was a blessing to have Kagame as her best friend and fellow flight attendant. While Sango felt perfectly comfortable working on a plane, Kagame still got airsick if the plane went through too much turbulence. On the other hand, Sango was easily frustrated and too easily moved to violence, while Kagame kept calm no matter what. Both women were beautiful, though in their own ways. Sango was more of the bad-ass girl, who looked like she belonged in leather, not afraid to hit anyone, and always telling Kagome she needed to stand up for herself more. Kagome was more of the gentle creature, refusing to hurt anyone, and always telling Sango to be more trusting of others. Although some would say that Kagome and Sango were complete opposites, they would be wrong on one topic: both women loved to gossip about the passengers on the plane, not matter how superficial or wrong it seemed. And right now, Kagome's face warned Sango that something was coming, whether she was ready or not.

"Sango, please don't get mad at me, but you have to admit, the guy was pretty hot."

Silence. Kagome sneaked a peek over at Sango and found her staring over her shoulder towards where the rude stranger had been sitting. Admittedly, the entire economic class had blocked the view of most of the first class seats, especially the one the silver haired hanyou was sitting in.

"Hm," Sango muttered distractedly.

Kagome took a step towards Sango, and tried to figure out what her best friend had been staring at. The person sitting next to the silver haired man was leaning out of his seat, apparently trying to converse with the hanyou. His brown hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail, and he was talking animatedly, gesturing with his hands as he laughed.

"Sango," Kagome said slowly, connecting the dots. "Are you staring at that man in the purple?"

Sango's eyes snapped back and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

"No!" she denied quickly, but her tomato face gave her away. Shit, she mumbled in her mind.

"Yes, you are!" Kagome chirped gleefully. "Oh, Sango, you've got it bad! Look at how red you're turning!"

Kagome and Sango both stared at the man for a bit, before the former turned to the latter.

"I can see why you're obsessed with him," Kagome observed. "He's easy on the eyes… quite dashing, really… he looks charming too! I really can't blame you, but I think I like the rude guy more. He just seems so… I don't know, rugged? But really, I don't blame you for being obsessed with the guy. He's pretty good looking, after all."

"What?!" Sango sputtered. "I am not obsessed! I didn't even talk to him yet, and I don't plan on it. I am not obsessed, Kagome!"

"But you will! Once we take off, we'll have to serve drinks to them. Hey, how about this, you take that aisle and I'll take this aisle? You'll get an excuse to talk to him and I'll get a chance to talk to that guy who called you a wench… ohhh."

"Ohhh what?"

"That's why you didn't pull our your boomerang. Huh. Seriously, Sango, I think you should've used the boomerang. I mean, look, that guy seems like someone who'd get turned on by violence… Actually, in all honesty, he looks like he'll get turned on by anything."

"Ew, Kagome. Ew."

Inuyasha's eyes had rolled so many times, he was afraid they would roll right out of their sockets if the guy said one more perverted thing about Sango's ass. His purple t-shirt had "MONK" imprinted in big bold letters, his long hair (but not as long as [nor as pretty as] Inuyasha's). He must've been the one who chuckled at him earlier. The idea of being laughed at didn't sit well with Inuyasha. No one ever laughed at him (and lived to tell the tale); he was supposed to laugh at them.

"But come on!" the monk was saying, a bright smile lit across his face. "I mean, did you even see that? That, I tell you, was the most perfect body I have ever seen in my humble existence. I'm not even joking."

Inuyasha glanced at him and gave him the best annoyed face he could, before turning around and facing the windows again.

"Ah, I'm sorry," the monk said apologetically, as if he just realized something that was painfully obvious. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. Sorry for what? "I didn't realize you leaned that way. I'll stop bothering you now."

Leaned that way…Wait.

What?

"No!" Inuyasha burst out, causing some of his fellow passengers to stare at him. He glared at them until they looked away, before hissing to the monk, "no! I'm not gay. I'm perfectly straight!"

"Well, you never know," the monk replied with a shrug. "Not many straight men can pull off the long hair you have there. And you didn't seem to be interested in Sango's marvelous body."

"Only because I'm not a pervert," Inuyasha retorted, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"Ah, my friend," the monk gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. "You wound me."

"Keh," Inuyasha scoffed and finally turned to face the monk. He wasn't bad looking, but his eyes were way too mischievous for him to be as charming as he looked. The monk's face split into an even wider grin as he offered Inuyasha his hand.

"I'm Miroku."

Inuyasha took his hand (ew, sweaty) and shook it once before letting go and wiping his hand on his pants.

"Inuyasha."

"Pleasure to meet you, but probably not as pleasurable as if Sango were here…" Miroku's voice trailed off as he twisted his neck to get a glimpse of the flight attendants in the back. Surprisingly (but not really, because honestly, who could forget his face?), he found Sango staring right at him. With a blush, she quickly dropped her gaze and turned to talk to the other flight attendant. For the life of him, Miroku couldn't remember her name. It started with a K or something.

"You are despicable," Inuyasha muttered, but at least he didn't turn away this time.

"I am not. I am charming. All the ladies love me!" Miroku exclaimed.

"Oh, really? So explain to me why you're currently single."

Miroku's face faltered and fell into a nervous smile.

"Well," he admitted, "I love all the ladies, but not all of them love me back…"

Inuyasha smirked.

"But most of them do," Miroku hastily added on. "Most of them do! Really! I'm not joking."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes again, and they did indeed pop out of their sockets. Not really, but still. He liked to pretend that they did.