April 4th, Kagome's Apartment, 11:16 AM
Kagome groaned and yanked her pillow over her head as her phone's text message alert screamed into her foggy brain for the eighth time that morning.
Shut up, she thought viciously. Her head felt like it was in the grip of a tightening vice, and her stomach rolled uncomfortably. Her bladder began to prod her insistently.
"God dammit," she muttered, pulling her head out from under the pillow and blinking owlishly at the light streaming through her window. Bloody hell. The light sent a stab of pain lancing through her eyes to the back of her head. Grumbling, she rolled out of bed, snatched her phone off of her night stand, and wandered shakily off to the bathroom.
Kagome dropped her pants and sat down heavily on the toilet seat to relieve herself. Sighing, she checked her phone. One text was from her mother. The other seven were from Sango, progressively more and more worried sounding. Kagome scowled.
Kaggie, are you ok? Text me as soon as you get this, the last one read.
She began typing a response. Hey, sorry. Just woke up.
Sango's reply came almost immediately. It's ok. How are you feeling?
Kagome snorted. Shitty. She paused. Thanks, btw.
Anytime. Kagome could almost detect the eye roll in Sango's message. Another followed immediately. Did Inuyasha behave himself?
Kagome frowned. She didn't really remember much after Sango had sent her and Inuyasha out the pub door last night.
You were kind of hanging all over him, you know.
It all came crashing back. She had kissed him. More than a simple kiss. She would have slept with him… if he had allowed it. He hadn't. He'd left. What had he said? That it wasn't fair to either of us. Kagome's eyes widened. He said we shouldn't see each other again.
Her thumbs typed furiously. Uh, he did. I didn't.
A minute passed before Sango's reply arrived. Kagome's legs were starting to tingle from sitting on the toilet too long.
What did you do? It was almost an accusation.
Kagome grimaced. I kissed him.
And?
He stopped me. Said it wasn't fair.
He's right, Sango texted back.
I know. Kagome was beginning to be unable to feel her feet. He said we shouldn't see each other anymore.
You can't blame him for feeling that way.
Kagome swallowed hard. Her legs were numb. She wished heartily her head was numb instead— it pounded mercilessly.
What are you going to do?
Kagome sensed the weight of the question. Sango was asking about more than just Kagome's drunken stumblings.
I'm not sure yet. Of course, she would have to apologize to Inuyasha. Of that she was certain. As for the rest, well.
Kagome jumped slightly as her phone alerted her to an incoming email. Deciding that she really ought to finish her business in the bathroom before continuing her communications, she rose, flushed the toilet, washed, and dried her hands. Feet still prickling, she wobbled to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water.
She pulled up the email. It was from Kouga. Grimacing, she opened it.
Hey Babe, sorry about last night. I guess I was thinking that it would be more important for me to just get you a job so you can come out here with me. My friend is a really great guy, and I thought you would like working with him. He knows how to treat a lady, unlike some guys over here.
Kagome snorted aloud at that, then continued reading.
Anyway, I'll be coming back to the States May 23-28. My company has a meeting in Chicago, so I thought I'd come see you, since it's only an hour drive. I'll take you to dinner. Stay sexy, babe.
'Stay sexy'? Kagome thought incredulously. God, he sounds so— She stopped abruptly. He wants to come back here next month. Her lips pulled into a frown. Do I want to see him? She pondered. He did at least seem apologetic about their conversation last night. That was something. Maybe it meant he was making some progress…