He always felt somewhat out of place among the flashing neon lights and insufferable masses of Tokyo's youth. Over the years he had done his best to avoid Tokyo's wild and crowded nightlife. Sometimes it proved unavoidable, like those few miserable years he had tried his hand at bartending just to pay the rent. The crowds, the noise, and the rampant consumer culture were all things he despised, yet he somehow found himself sitting under those neon lights with Kagome at his side and line of least thirty people in front of them, all waiting for a seat at the best sushi restaurant in Shibuya.
"I've always wanted to come here," Kagome said. She was wearing a pink dress and wedged heels, a sharp and lovely contrast to Sesshoumaru's crumpled t-shirt and jeans. "You do like sushi, don't you?"
Sesshoumaru shrugged and leaned up against the wall behind him. "It's too loud here, and crowded."
Kagome smiled and nudged him in the arm. "It's lively. I like it."
Silence fell between them again for a few moments in which the long line began to severely grow behind them, though the line ahead of them remained at a standstill. He contemplated simply walking out of the line and taking the train back to his apartment, but refrained himself. He had no doubt that Kagome would follow him, albeit reluctantly. He had to question why he had agreed to let her drag him into this situation in the first place. She was always so….cheerful. She had been so excited on the phone, and had remained so even when he had hung up on her with a resounding "no" to her request to accompany her to a night out in the city, not once, but twice. On the third call, he finally conceded. He had left his apartment in such a state of annoyance that he couldn't even remember if had locked the door to his apartment or not.
"I'm glad you came with me," Kagome said in an uncharacteristically small voice, and Sesshoumaru peered down at her smiling face as he lit his cigarette. "I hadn't seen you in a few weeks. I was starting to worry about you."
"You need not worry," he said, turning away from her.
"I know. But I do anyway. Don't be such a stranger all the time. We should go out more. After all, we are friends, right?"
Sesshoumaru peered down at her. His face betrayed no emotions, but as her hand fell upon his shoulder his mind became riddled with unavoidable questions and feelings he had never anticipated on. He had made many acquaintances over the years, but in all that time he had spent living in this modern Tokyo, there had never been anyone he could call friend. Even his relationship with his constant, furry companion was more one of convenience than anything else.
Sesshoumaru gave a small, almost indiscernible nod, and they continued their wait for the best sushi in Shibuya.