Payback is A…

Chapter 5

A Blind Date With A Cinderella Complex

Kagome's POV

As I walked up to him, I could feel my heart pound. It was like time had stood still for him. His hair was a little longer now, pulled back in a ponytail, his eyes were their same warm amber. But I had to say, no one told me he looked that good in a suit. I felt myself getting sucked back into him and mentally kicked myself. 'Focus!' I mentally scolded myself. I smiled up at him sweetly.

"So what do you say we head in now?" Sango suggested, I turned to the pair, thankful for the outside interference.

I had no idea how this date was going to go, or better yet my flirting, but I was as ready as I was going to be.

"Sounds like a plan Sango. Why don't you and I go find a table while my date wipes the drool off his face." I replied conjuring up a playful smirk. I fought my laughter as I watched Inuyasha's face turned a light shade of pink, as his hand reflexively went up to actually check for drool. I then grabbed Sango's arm and we headed into the club.

Inuyasha's POV

I could hear Miroku snicker as I took my hand down from my face.

"What the hell is so funny?" I growled.

"Nothing, Nothing. It's just that I've only seen that color red on tomatoes."

I repeated my earlier death glare, effectively shutting him up.

"So out with it, what's wrong with her?"

"Come now Inuyasha, you can't honestly think that someone that you would drool over would have some kind of problem do you?"

"Yes I do. Looks aren't everything. So what is she, just out of rehab, jail, fresh off the funny farm what?"

"I really don't think there's anything wrong with her." Miroku pushed

"Sure, and my name's Juanita." I replied, rolling my eyes, Miroku just chuckled. We walked into the club and easily spotted the girls sitting at a table that wasn't too far from the dance floor.

"We were beginning to wonder if you guys were ever going to decide to come in or not." My date yelled over the pulsating music, as we approached.

"Of course we were coming, only a complete nut would leave two beautiful girls such as yourselves right, Inuyasha?" Miroku responded as he took a seat next to his date. He flashed his so called 'charming smile' that most girls drooled over. I, on the other hand found it to look more like a cross between Hannibal Lector, and a pedophile with candy.

I shook my head at his corniness and took my seat next to my date. I looked over at her, my eyes starting at her face and working their was down to her hips, then legs. I caught myself and turned away a bit. She has all her teeth and a fantastic body. She had to have something wrong with her. Maybe she ate cats.

She looked up and over at me and smiled pleasantly, she had dimples. She flipped her hair a little then opened her mouth to speak. I braced myself for the crazy to unfold.

"I really like your eyes. They remind me of a sunset, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Uh, no-no none's ever really said that before." A compliment? Okay, she complimented me and it was even a little it doesn't disprove my cat theory.

Before she could say anymore, a waitress appeared in a tiny black skirt that would have been too short on a toddler approached.

"Hi my name Kai and I'll be your server tonight. If you need anything feel free to flag me down at anytime." She said, her head bouncing all around like a bobble head in a car, on an unpaved road. She smiled like a defective Barbie, her eyes bouncing from me to Miroku. I looked over to find Miroku's eyes fixated on 'Kai's' chest. I shook my head, the guy can't keep his brain from between his legs for longer than a minute. Apparently Sango caught where his attention had gone suddenly, and her face went from pleasant to pissed in less than ten seconds. As soon as Kai left with our orders, Miroku caught a purse with the side of his head.

"What I do?" he asked innocently. She just stared at him like she wanted to bang his head into the table.

"Oh, shut up." She said ripping into the paper in her straw and drawing a long sip, her eyes on the dancefloor.

"So, um Inuyasha is it? Would you like to dance?" My date asked.

"I don't dance." I replied flatly.

"I could teach you."

"No thanks."

She pouted a little. "Please, it'd be fun."

"Oh let loose a little and dance with her." Miroku butted in.

"I hate this song." I replied quickly, referring to "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake.

"I'll request a slower one." My date suggested and before I could protest any further, she bounced out of her chair and strode over to the D.J., I couldn't help but watch as she walked away. Her legs were perfectly tone, maybe she did pilates. I snapped back to attention when came back. She reached her hand out for mine, as the music changed to a midtempo song. She smiled, flashing her dimples again, her eyes wide and hopeful. Her face was a hard one to say no to.

"Fine." I grumbled as I took her hand.

She led me to the dance floor and after pushing past a few people, we found a spot. She placed her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. My hands almost seemed to fit perfectly.

"You're a better dancer than you give yourself credit for." She said, her voice low.

"Thanks." I said simply.

Then she looked up at me again.

Her eyes… I couldn't help but feel like I knew them. I hated and loved the way they made me feel. I felt like I wanted to say more all of a sudden. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. It wasn't until then that I realized I didn't get her name. I was about to ask when suddenly Sango came over and grabbed her arm. We both looked over at her in half alarm, half annoyance.

"We have to go."

"What? Why?" My date asked, one arm still around me.

"Long story. I'll tell you on the way."

She pulled my date's arm, who looked back at me apologetically as they rushed out of the door. Then Miroku came over.

"What happened?" I asked him still looking at the door the girls had just exited.

"Don't know Sango's phone rang, she answered, then something upset her and she was all ' I have to go.' So did she turn out to be a psycho after all?"

"Huh?" I realized that I was still staring at the exit.

"Your date."

"What about her?"

I turned around and noticed Miroku's face.

"You liked her."

"She was alright."

"Uh-huh."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked narrowing my eyes as I went over to the table and grabbed my jacket ready to make for the exit.

"Nothing." He threw his hands up in defense, a contradictory smile across his face.

I scowled at him. "That's your answer for everything isn't it?"

"Maybe."

"You're one weird kid, Miroku."

He just laughed my comment as we reached my car in the crowded parking lot and it wasn't until I was in my car ready to put the key in the ignition when I realized,

I still didn't know her name…