InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Promises Last Forever? ❯ Brain Tumors ( Chapter 7 )

Brain Tumors

"Kagome?" Sango was wandering around, very worried. She had found Naraku, and he told Sango that Kagome had run by him earlier. But that was all he had seen of her. Sango was now a monkey's uncle, and stumped as to where her best friend could be.

As she walked to the senior parking lot, she was a piece of paper attached to her windshield and Kagome's car gone. Kagome had left her a note.

Sango, I left to go home. Obviously. Please don't be worried, and apologize to Miroku for me. I have work tonight, so please don't stop by the house. If you want, come by the bar tonight and I'll give you a drink on me. Just show the bartender this note, if it isn't me. Haha. And if you want to bring Miroku or Ayame or someone, too, please feel free, I could use a break from all the drunken guys there. Call my cell if you really need me, but I'll probably be sleeping. Kagome.

So that's where Kagome went. Well, at least she could get away from everyone for a bit in her sleep.

However, Inuyasha had yet to meet Sango's wrath. She folded the note Kagome had left and put it into her pocket. She was going to need it later. She then walked calmly back to the courtyard.

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"Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Inuyasha was slowly realizing what had happened. He turned to Miroku. "You know, a shot of hard whiskey would be nice right now. I could then forget about this until tomorrow."

"With only one shot?" Miroku raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, one shot would probably turn into about 20 until they dragged me out of the stupid bar." His demon blood made it very hard for him to get drunk. He enjoyed this; he usually won drinking games, and with that, money.

Miroku laughed. "Yeah, I've never seen anyone down shots like you do. You're almost as bad as Kagome."

Inuyasha's face became cold at this. "You know, she was planning a trap for me. To use me like everyone else and then break my heart."

"Yeah, I did. And I told her not to, because I was afraid that this would happen. But look on the bright side. Every girl in school will be throwing themselves at your feet by tomorrow."

Inuyasha's eyebrows went up. "How?"

"Well," Miroku began, "when Kikyo kissed you, Sano saw and told Rin, who in turn told Ayame, who told the triplets, who told their friends, who probably told their friends. It's a domino effect. You now not associated with Kagome. You're Inuyasha, the - " he raised his hands in quotes symbols, "-`hot' new guy."

Inuyasha got more and more confused as he finished the explanation. But he did come to one conclusion. Gossip sucked.

"Anyway. How about you and me go out for a drink tonight? I'm sure that'll cheer you up. I know of a great place." Miroku failed to mention that it was the place that Kagome worked, although he wasn't sure if she was working tonight. And little did he know that he was going to get that question answered in about…5 seconds.

"Hey Miroku!" Sango called out to him, very happy. She ran up to them, and handed Miroku Kagome's note. She then turned to Inuyasha, who instinctively took a step back. She wasn't angry now, but it didn't take much. And he really didn't want to face her wrath. Not like he cared. He just didn't want a scene. "Look. I don't know what happened between you and Kikyo, and I don't really care. But, I know that Kagome does. So, I've decided that you, Miroku, and me are going out tonight. And we're fixing this. We'll be by at around 10:30 to pick you up." She then turned to Miroku, who was smiling.

"Darling, you just read my mind."

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Kagome woke up from her nap, and remembered she had work. She was glad Sota was at his friend's house. Even though it was a school night, if Kagome wasn't around, she didn't want Sota around either. Maybe she was being protective. But Sota was her baby brother.

She had on her uniform - a pair of really short shorts and a white cut-off tank top that was once a regular white tee-shirt. She just had made "alterations." She threw on her sneakers. It was perfect for bar work, but if her boss wanted her dancing, she would change when she got there.

She finally arrived at around 9:30, after doing her hair and makeup, which today was anything but elaborate, because she still felt like crap from earlier. She just had her hair in pigtails, and eyeliner. She had an air or naïve innocence about her. It worked for her.

She walked into the building. There were a few people at the bar, and a few dancing. She knew in a half-hour everything would be picking up. She had a feeling.

"Hey, Myoga." Kagome grinned at her boss cheerfully. He had given her this job; even though she was underage, he had gotten a lot more as far as sales went since she had started. So, he kept her around. And Kagome knew this.

"Hi, Kagome. I want you to work the bar from 10:00 to 12:00 tonight. You can take a break after that. It's going to be a long night. I just got a call, and a bachlorette party of about 25 will be around sometime tonight. I want you up there; you're one of our best. "

"It was all those nights with Sango." Kagome said, laughing.

Sango's parents had such an extensive collection of alcohol; it was unimaginable. Kagome had learned how to mix drinks expertly when she moved here. She also learned a lot of bar tricks. She could spin an open liquor bottle half full around like a baton without spilling anything. It was pretty funny.

Her favorite was to down a triple-shot of Ouzo and then spit it out, lighting it on fire. Eh, so she was a pyro. It wasn't like anyone got burned. And she was always neat. Well, the liquor was usually burned and evaporated when she was done.

She was very proud of the trick. She'd come up with it herself. Her only catch was not burning her own face - she'd almost singed her eyebrows once because she was stupid enough to stop the stream. Sango had laughed about that for weeks.

"That's fine, Myoga. Do you want me dancing tonight?" she asked. She was hoping he said yes. Whenever she got to dance, she felt freed from all restraints. She could allow her animal instincts to take over.

"Nah. I'm sure after your bar shift you'll be good for the night." Myoga was like Kagome's grandfather. He was always making sure she didn't work too hard, even though at times she asked for the extra work.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to handle it."

"We'll see. If you want to dance afterwards, come back here after your break. I'll give you your outfit. If not, go find some poor boy to tease. I'm sure you'd like that more."

Kagome gave the old man a hug. "Ok. And thanks for everything." She then left to prep the bar for her shift.

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At 10:30, Sango and Miroku arrived at Inuyasha's house. It wasn't a mansion, but it showed that his family had a decent amount - ok, maybe shitload would be a better word - of money.

The boy came out in his usual jeans and t-shirt, but he wasn't wearing a hat. His ears poked through the long mane of hair that was billowing behind him as he walked.

Inuyasha was sure that Sango and Miroku would say something. But to his surprise, they didn't. So, he chose to speak.

"Do you think anyone will notice my ears?" He didn't feel like having people stare at him tonight. He was guilt ridden as it was.

Sango responded. "Inuyasha, I honestly don't think anyone will care. Most people will be so up on X or LSD that they will see the ears on more people's head than just yours, and the rest of the people will be drunk. So they won't care anyway."

She honestly didn't give a shit. She'd seen enough to know that he was part demon since about the first week she spent with him. She was just waiting for him to come out with it; he was obviously uncomfortable with being a hanyou.

Miroku nodded in agreement. "Ready to go?" he asked.

Inuyasha got in, and they left.

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Kagome was right. The place had filled up quite effectively by 10:00. She had been working for about 15 minutes when the bachlorette party showed. She decided to have some fun, and invited the bachlorette of honor to have one of her specialties - the brain tumor - on her. She put the glass in front of the poor lady, and after much egging on from her friends, she downed it. It was funny; her expression told that she didn't expect it to have the same texture as how it looked. But she enjoyed it, and ordered one for each of her friends as a little revenge.

After the ladies left to go and dance, she took a quick breath of relief. Those girls would probably be responsible for a quarter of the night's profits, which was good. And Kagome was left with a few bucks for herself, which was even better.

She had honestly hoped that Sango and Miroku came tonight. She felt bad about running out on them earlier, and wanted to make it up to them. She would probably wind up dancing after working, since the two of them probably weren't going to show.

She took a shot.

She needed some sort of release after what happened earlier.

She took another shot.

She needed to know she was still sexy as ever.

She took yet another shot.

That she was better than Kikyo.

She took one final shot, and then turned around to straighten out after the bachlorette party. They had ordered so many drinks, and she hadn't had the time to do it during their ordering. She was facing the back of the bar when someone called for her.

"Hey, Miss! Can I get a Southern Comfort on the rocks, an apple martini and a shipwrecked?" the voice demanded.

"Yeah, just give me a sec, k?" she answered. "I have another order before yours." She didn't look up. Instead, she pulled out a bottle of hard liquor and about 15 shot glasses. She lined them up, side by side, and then ran the bottle along the line, filling each of them perfectly, not spilling a drop. She quickly put the glasses on the tray, and called a waitress' name.

She then turned to the new customers. "So, you want a Southern Comfort on the rocks, an apple martini, and a shipwrecked." Her eyes wend wide as she looked at her customers. "Miroku! Sango!" She almost lunged through the bar in her happiness. "I thought you guys wouldn't show."

Miroku smirked. "Yeah, well, I hope I'm not paying for this. I remember someone promising Sango a round of drinks on the house."

"Yep! Let me get myself a shot. I could use one. Who's the shipwrecked for?"

"Me." Inuyasha's demeanor of cold arrogance had descended upon him once again.

"Right. I remember this conversation. Before I get you your drink," she slid him a shot glass to him, containing her trademark drink, "down this."

Inuyasha looked at it, and almost instantly his nose wrinkled up like something really nasty had been put under it. He now realized why she called this the brain tumor. It looked like there was a friggn brain floating in the glass.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're pulling this on poor Inuyasha!" Sango said.

"Yep!" Kagome smirked as she placed the apple martini and Southern Comfort in front of their respective owners. "Oh, come on, you baka. Just down it. If it makes you feel any better, I'll have two in place of your one."

"Wench." He replied.

"Idiot." She said, as she prepared the first one.

"Bitch."

"Asshole." She made the second one.

He smiled to himself. He could see that her cheeks were slightly flushed. Not that it seemed to do anything to her, but he could also smell the alcohol on her breath. A lot of it. If Kagome got wasted tonight on his behalf, he'd laugh. And she wasn't happy, so that probably would be happening.

"Fine."

She made his drink in record time, and put it on the bar. "Ready?"

"Sure." He tipped the glass to his lips and allowed the liquid to slide into his mouth. By the time he had gotten around to swallowing it, she'd already finished her second. The drink had a weird feeling to it. Like he was actually swallowing brains. Strangely, he liked it.

"Here's your drink. Enjoy." She turned to Sango. "I'm hanging around here till 3-ish. My shift ends in about a half hour. Myoga said I could dance after that if I wanted. But I may just go onto the floor. I'm good business anyway." She then hurried off to help someone else.

Inuyasha turned to his friends. "I've never seen someone put shit down so fast."

"Yeah. And she's really upset." Miroku said.

"No crap. She's had six shots already." Inuyasha said. "I smelled it on her."

"Don't worry. She has the alcohol in her system; after her shift ends, she'll probably grab some guy and dance. Tomorrow she will be better. She just needs to prove some things to herself." Sango said, watching her friend. She knew what the girl was going through.

"Miroku had finished his drink, and Sango had just a bit left. Inuyasha had also finished his, but his was done about 15 seconds after he started sipping the drink. It was indeed the best he'd ever had.

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Kagome's shift finally ended. By the end of her shift, she had about ten shots. Unfortunately, she had had so many at this point, that she didn't notice the fizzyness of her last one.

Amazingly, the only thing that happened was that she was extremely needing to dance. She felt this tension building insider her, and she was about ready to explode.

She walked to the back, and found Myoga.

"Hey. Question: what was I going to wear if I was dancing tonight?"

He smiled. "How did I know you were going to ask that?"

"Because your outfits are amazing." She smiled, and he handed her a package.

"Use it to torture that poor boy you pick tonight." He said, smiling. He didn't like pressing this `quality' of hers, but he had to admit, she was good. He'd seen her in action.

She smiled brightly. "Thank you!!"

"Just one condition" he said. "If I find you had another drink tonight, you're in for it."

Although he said it with a smile, she knew not to test. She wasn't an idiot. She nodded to the man, and left.