A/N: I want to thank all of you for sticking with me thus far! Extra special thanks to FeudalWarrior, jj, and VEENA4 for reviewing multiple chapters! Really, it means a lot to me. Anyway, this is the last official chapter of Take Off! I might write an epilogue (do you think I should? Tell me in a review!) but other than that, this is it! Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading, and a box of virtual cookies to those of you how followed, favorited, and reviewed! I love you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of the characters in it. I don't make money from this story (unfortunately)

Chapter 6

Miroku was having a hard time thinking. When was the last time he'd been tongue-tied by a woman? Oh, that's right, NEVER. He'd never been this speechless around a beautiful lady before. His usual charming demeanor was gone. He was acting like a hormonal, awkward teenager! Miroku ground his teeth. He was going to do it. He was going to ask for Sango's number. He wouold do it, and he would succeed. Probably.

How? A small part of his brain asked. You can barely talk around her.

Good point, he thought. Uh. Um. Well.

He glanced over at Inuyasha's empty seat. The silver haired man had jumped up and sprinted to the back as if something were on fire. He hadn't returned. Miroku was starting to worry that something was indeed on fire. He was a little concerned. He didn't want to die on an airplane that had caught on fire.

Miroku noticed he was wringing his hands in his lap. He willed them to stay still, and they did. And immediately they started sweating. What was wrong with him? This had never happened before! Frustrated, Miroku decided to look around the cabin instead of focusing on the problem at hand.

Everyone else in the cabin was asleep still. All the window shades were down, though bright sunlight peeked through cracks in the plastic. It was peaceful and quiet, except for the deafening roar of the engines. Inuyasha had left his phone lying face down on his tray. Miroku's hand itched. Earlier, he had noticed when Inuyasha got a mischievous grin on his face while looking at his phone. Now, he wondered what could've made him smile like that.

Was he watching porn? The small part of his brain piped up.

Possibly. Miroku was slightly disturbed by the idea of watching porn in public, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Maybe you can unlock the phone, the small part of his brain suggested. You have nothing better to do.

I shouldn't, Miroku thought.

And yet, he found his hands reaching across the aisle for the shiny gray phone.

Surprisingly enough, it had no password. Probably because Inuyasha always had his phone on his person, and no one would dare try to assault him for it.

The phone immediately brought up a webpage. Miroku blinked, then started laughing.

"Pick up lines that won't get me slapped in the face? Oh, Inuyasha, you are priceless," Miroku muttered, trying to contain his coughs.

Ever curious, he decided to look through the list. Most of them put a smile on his face, but none of them seemed good enough to give Inuyasha that smile.

Fuck me if I'm wrong, but we were about to make out, right?

Oh.

OH.

OHHHHH.

Miroku's face split into an evil grin. Aha. He'd found the one.

By the time Inuyasha returned to his seat, looking triumphant and more arrogant than usual, Miroku had already returned the phone to its original spot.

"What are you so happy about?" Inuyasha questioned the smiling monk.

"Nothing, nothing," Miroku replied, waving his hands in front of him. "What are you so happy about?"

"Oh, no big deal," Inuyasha said in a tone that indicated it was actually a very big deal, "I'm just excited for all the ramen you're going to have to buy me."

Miroku raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"I just asked out Kagome, and she said yes. Therefore, I win. And therefore, you owe me a year's worth of ramen."

"What?!" Miroku was genuinely stunned. Kagome didn't seem like the kind of person who would appreciate a pick up line so crude… "How?"

"Oh, long story, but I basically tricked her into saying she'd go to dinner with me once we get off the plane. It worked."

"That was your brilliant plan? To trick her?"

"Well, no," Inuyasha admitted. "I had planned out a pick up line thing but I didn't get to use it cause she was crying and I figured it wasn't the best time to use it…"

Miroku let out a sigh of relief. So he hadn't used the line. Good. It was still open for him to use.

"But did you get her number?"

There was a pause.

"SHIT! I forgot! Fuck!"

Miroku sighed. Of course he did.

"You can't win unless you get her number," the exasperated monk pointed out.

"I know, you idiot," Inuyasha seethed. He had been so close to perfect! Ugh. "I'll just go get it right now—"

"Attention all passengers, this is Kagome speaking. We are going to land in about half an hour at JFK International Airport in New York! Until then, please stay in your seats and fasten your seatbelts. There may be some turbulence as we start to descent, and for your safety, please don't get up."

"Fuck," Inuyasha grumbled. Reluctantly, he slid himself into the seat and put on his seat belt.

"If you're done with them, please stow your tray tables and bring your seats back to neutral position. Flight attendants will come around one more time to collect any trash you might have. We thank you for your patience and thank you for flying with Shikon no Tama airlines! We hope to see you again."

Miroku started sweating and fidgeting again. He had to ask for Sango's number before Inuyasha asked for Kagome's. But the flight attendants were all the way in the back of the plane and he couldn't get up. This was so hard, he complained internally. He almost wanted to call off the bet but then again, he also didn't want to have to buy a year's worth of instant noodles. I can do this, Miroku said to pump himself up. I got this.

A few minutes later, both Sango and Kagome swept through the curtain. By the look Sango gave Inuyasha, Kagome must've told her colleague about what had happened earlier. Kagome blushed as she made eye contact with Inuyasha. He winked, and she blushed even more. She ducked her head to talk with another passenger, and Inuyasha smiled a little. Not a big smile; that would ruin the intimidating reputation he had, but a small smile. Because he liked her. A lot.

Sango was too busy watching Kagome and Inuyasha to notice that she had kept walking down the aisle until she felt someone grab her hand.

"Ah!" she yelled, and jerked whatever it was off. It was the man with the purple shirt, Miroku. "Oh. It's you. You scared me!"

"I'm so sorry," Miroku said, turning red and stuttering. "I didn't realize it would scare you that much."

Sango adjusted her uniform and put on a smile. "No worries, it's okay now."

"Well, not really," Miroku muttered.

"What's wrong?" Sango asked, and she knelt beside his seat to hear him better.

A quick glance inside her uniform gave Miroku strength to continue.

"I have something to ask you," he whispered.

Sango moved even closer. "I didn't hear that," she said apologetically. "Could you repeat that?"

"I have something to ask you," he whispered again.

By this point, Sango had her head nearly on his lap. His heart was pounding; she was so close to him, he could nearly reach out a hand and feel her bottom. Oh, how he longed to do it; it must feel amazing, he thought. But he didn't. He contained himself.

"Go ahead." Sango's words sent shivers down his spine, but Miroku fought to control them.

"Well, okay."

Miroku took a deep breath, and looked the flight attendant in the eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. And her face? Even more beautiful. He almost lost his nerve, but he noticed Kagome and Inuyasha watching him from the corner of his eye. I can do this.

"Fuck me if I'm wrong, but we were about to make out, right?"

Sango's eyes widened for the briefest moment before crashing back down into a glare.

"You PERVERT!" she screamed as she straightened up. She had honestly expected him to ask her something romantic, like for her number or out to dinner. She had been so excited, and then he'd said that. "There are so many other ways you could ask me out, and you chose that?"

"I wanted to stick to the truth and be straightforward," Miroku said, defending his (horrible) choice of a pick up line.

"You what?!" Sango shrieked. By this time, other passengers had started to wake up to the shill noises echoing around the cabin. Realizing that she had to end this mess now before it cost her the job, Sango reached behind her from over her shoulder.

"I only wanted to—"

WHACK

SLAM

Ding

Miroku's body slumped forward and he was quiet.

Wiping some imaginary dust off of her boomerang, Sango smiled politely at the other staring passengers.

"My apologies," she said in a sweetly dangerous voice. "Please look away." For fear of getting a boomerang slammed into their heads, the other passengers turned away quickly.

The sound of giggles and a booming laugh reached Sango's ears, and she turned to find Kagome and Inuyasha nearly in tears.

"What," she snapped at them.

Immediately, they stopped laughing and lowered their heads in shame.

"Sorry, Sangs. It was just, uh, really, uh, amusing?" Kagome stuttered quietly.

Sango glared at her.

"Sorry!" Kagome squeaked, and tried to hide behind Inuyasha. The hanyou, for his part, was doing a pretty good job of hiding his fear. What a woman, he thought. Miroku sure had a lot of apologizing to do if he didn't want to buy a year's worth of ramen.

"Keh," he grunted. "I've seen better uses for a boomerang."

"I'm sorry?" Sango snarled at him, a steely glint in his eyes.

"He didn't mean it!" Kagome called from behind Inuyasha's back. "He's not very bright, so you'll have to forgive him—"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, but I'd rather you be alive for our dinner date. It would be kind of weird if I had dinner with a corpse, wouldn't it?"

Inuyasha slumped in his seat. "Fine. Sorry."

Sango nodded, and gave Miroku's lifeless body one more kick.

"I'm going to the back," she said. And she disappeared behind the curtain.

Kagome and Inuyasha watched her shadow retreat, and when it was safe, began laughing again.

"That was priceless!" Kagome squeaked, her voice shrill from the endless waves of giggles.

"You think?" panted Inuyasha as he fought to catch his breath. "That bastard must've looked at my phone. I was going to use that on you."

Kagome stopped laughing. "What?"

"Oh. Well, uh, Miroku and I made a bet…" Inuyasha trailed off as he noticed the glare in Kagome's eyes.

"And? Details. Now," she demanded.

"Um, whoever asked you out first won. But like, Miroku was going to ask Sango and I was going to ask you, and I didn't know what I was going to do and I was really nervous because you're like, perfect and really cute and I didn't want to get rejected by you and I, I don't know, decided to look up pick up lines because I didn't know what else to do and I found the one that he just used on Sango and I was going to use it because I thought it was funny and then I heard you crying and my heart felt like it was shattering so I ran back there and I figured, you know, probably not the best place to use that pick up line, but please don't be mad at me because I would love to go out to dinner with you after we land and I would love to spend forever with you because you are amaze—"

Inuyasha couldn't remember the time he'd ever lost control and ranted like this in front of a girl. But when she had asked (more like demanded, but whatever) for details, he found himself pouring out his heart to her. Afraid of what she might say or do, he'd looked away for the majority of it but now, all of a sudden, he found his lips occupied by someone else.

Kagome pulled away, her fingers still lingering on his cheeks.

"It's okay," she whispered softly, her cheeks red. "I'm not mad at you. And dinner is still on, if you want."

"Of course I want," Inuyasha whispered back, his voice husky and low.

Kagome gave him a blinding smile, and at that moment, Inuyasha felt ike the happiest man in the world.

"WOULD THE OTHER FLIGHT ATTENDANT PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GET BACK HERE?"

Sango's furious voice boomed over the PA system.

"Oops!" Kagome said brightly. "Gotta go cheer her up!"

She gave Inuyasha one last kiss, then straightened up and fixed her wrinkled uniform.

"Meet me at the boarding gate?" Kagome asked.

"Of course."

She flashed him another smile and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Inuyasha called. He glanced quickly at Miroku, who was (surprisingly) still alive but still motionless. He had taken a pretty severe beating.

Kagome glanced back at him, one adorable eyebrow raised.

"Can I have your number?"

A/N: So I just wrote another story, Runaway, and it's posted! If you have a spare moment, please check it out and give me some feedback! I tried writing a different style and I'm not quite sure how I did, so any feedback at all is appreciated! Thank you :)