A/N: As promised. It is a wee bit short, but I've started chatper 12.
"I have to pee." The black haired girl muttered under her breath as she shoved her way into the ladies room. It was right next to the store where she had started her search and since it was almost eight, she figured it would be quick to stop here before meeting Inuyasha.
The bathroom was empty save for one stall at the end. Kagome pulled open a door two stalls down from that and closed it behind her. She sighed when she sat down and began to relieve herself. She only hoped Inuyasha had found Miroku. She was sure he had—after all he was the dog youkai.
There was a small giggle followed by a moan from the occupied stall down the line. It took a moment for Kagome to process it, but when a male voice joined in for a small sigh, she couldn't help but laugh. She'd never hear two people getting it on in a public bathroom before, but she knew it happened. In fact one of her friends from high school had gone to second base with a guy in the bathroom of their school. Kagome had no idea how she had found the time, but the thought always made her slightly giddy at how silly it seemed to her.
She flushed and threw her purse and bag over her arm without touching them to her hands. She exited the stall and made her way to the sinks to wash her hands. Another audible moan came from the taken stall and she suppressed her urge to laugh loudly. Instead, she simply pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and dried her hands. As she left, holding the door open, she stopped. She couldn't help herself.
"Mall cop!" She screamed and listened as two people halted and then fumbled around trying to exit the small space made for only one person.
She never expected to recognize the male the popped out from the green partitian. His hair was mussed, completely void of his hair band he normally wore, His shirt was disheveled and his he carried with him looked slightly crushed. The woman who popped out behind him was clearly not of Japanese decent, and Kagome believed she could make out a few English curse words.
As Miroku straightened he caught sight of his friend. His jaw dropped open and his eyes widened.
Kagome simply rolled her eyes. "What the hell Miroku?"
The woman who was trying to adjust her bra under her shirt and clean up her hair style, stopped when she heard this other woman speak the man's name. "Oh dear Jesus, please don't tell me you are his girlfriend."
She looked her monk over and crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the tile floor. "Nope, I've just been looking for him for the past forty-five minutes."
The foreigner paled and Miroku walked over to her quickly, taking her hands in his. "Lady Kagome, I am so very sorry to have wor—"
He was stopped by a large purse in his face. "You big jerk! Don't touch me before you wash your hands. You probably just spread body fluid all over me!"
He let go to guard his head from another blow. "Kagome I swear! There are no body fluids on my hands. We simply uh…enjoyed each other's company."
The woman spoke up hesitantly. "Seriously, all he got to touch was under my bra."
"Ew!" Kagome covered her ears. "Please don't tell me such things about Miroku."
The male before her knelt. "I truly am sorry Kagome. This lovely woman had a nose bleed and we came in here to get her some—"
"Paper towels." The woman provided.
Kagome opened her mouth to respond and couldn't find anything to say at first. She then faux coughed, and said "What about Sango?"
Miroku grew quiet. He cast his eyes down to the floor.
"Miroku, what about Sango?"
He answered very quickly, with a much more snippy tone than she'd ever heard from the mellow monk. "She informed me that she no longer wished to be with me, Kagome."
She took a step back and watched as the normally well controlled man stood with moist eyes. "But, why didn't she tell me?"
The woman watched the scene and felt her heart sink. She hated that the young man looked so worn from the simple mention of the other woman's name. She clenched her jaw. It was clear he "Sango" and had been rejected. She hated being the rebound.
"Kagome," his voice was gentle, though reserved. "Sango informed me the night before she left for her home two nights ago. I think it has something to do with my…condition." He clutched a hand to his chest, gripping the fabric over his heart. "It was so sudden—I always thought…"
He felt his friend lay a hand on his forearm. He looked up to take in her eyes. They were apologetic. He laughed with a snort. "Don't worry, Kagome. I appreciate that you defend her so."
The girl swallowed and cringed. It almost felt like a sting. Did this mean Sango wouldn't be coming back? She shook her head, she'd have to think of that later.
"Inuyasha is waiting for us." She took his hand. "Come on, let's go." Miroku nodded and began to follow her when Kagome stopped and looked at the brown haired woman. "Um, do you want to get a cab together?"
The woman looked as if she wanted to back away from the situation entirely, but nodded softly. For some reason she really wanted to spend more time with the man she'd just been caught making out with in a public restroom. If it was only a short taxi ride, then she'd take it.
She gathered up her things and followed the two strangers out of the ladies room.