InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Favorite Mistake ❯ The bet ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: wordsmith princess
Author’s note: I’ve read a lot of good fanfic stories recently, and finally I couldn’t fight the urge to write one myself! This is my first fanfic ever, so I hope I won’t be doing so badly. Hehe. Please let me know what you think. Reviews are very much welcome! :-)

Disclaimer: Only the storyline is mine; the characters rightfully belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

UPDATE (please read):

Hi guys!

Again, many many thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I'm very happy to know you like reading it as much as I love writing the story.

But I have a question – how many chapters have you read already??? I've already uploaded 5 so far, but when I browse through my work only 3 are visible, unless I go to my account. :(

I'm really new to the site, so I'm still figuring it out. Does it really take long for the chapters to be uploaded properly???

Hope you can help me on this one. Thank you!

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.10.2009 | Updated On: 07.13.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 1: The bet
“I'm really not sure about this,” Kagome sighed, not even trying to hide her uncertainty to her best friend. They were in front of a bar, and even from the sidewalk, one could hear the blasting music from inside. She cringed. Bars are not really her thing, but because her Friday evening stretched ahead without any plans, she let herself be dragged out of her apartment and into the rowdy entertainment district of Tokyo.
“Come on,” Sango said, her voice softly cajoling. Ever since that horrific incident involving a bastard - who also happened to be her best friend's ex-fiancé - half a year ago, the normally outgoing Kagome became noticeably withdrawn. She seldom hang out with her friends anymore, and she certainly didn't talk as much. Sango was determined to bring some life back to Kagome. She deserved much more than that asshole can offer - she just needed a little prodding for her to realize it.
“Uhm, okay,” Kagome relented at last, allowing Sango to take her hand and lead her into the dimly lit bar. The place was in full swing, and it took several minutes for them to locate a vacant table at the far end of a corner.
“Wow, this place must be popular,” Kagome mused, scooting closer to Sango so she can be heard over the ear-piercing music that enveloped the place like mist. Several people were at the dance floor, grooving their bodies to the lively beat of the song currently being played; others roamed from one group of people to another, unabashedly transferring tables from time to time. It was easy to see everyone felt at ease here. `Well, everyone except me maybe,' Kagome thought.
Sango rolled her eyes, though she knew Kagome wouldn't see that. “It's Friday,” she said, as if those two words explained the mysteries of the world.
“Yeah,” Kagome grinned. Apparently, not all people lived as modern day hermits, like she did. `I've not always been like this, though,' she mentally defended herself. `When Kouga and I were still an item, we would always find time to do things together. But then -`
“What would you like to drink?” Kagome's thoughts were interrupted, and she looked up to see a stressed out waiter standing by their table, pen and paper in hand.
“We'll get two margaritas,” Sango replied. “And an order of fries and buffalo wings.”
The waiter nodded and left without another word.
Three hours and six margaritas later, Kagome was more than ready to call it a night. She said as much to Sango. “Sis, I'm already feeling tipsy. Isn't it about time we go home?”
Sango, who had an impossibly high tolerance for alcohol, was still as sober as ever. She was idly staring at an obviously hot table, populated by glamorous looking men and women who appeared as though they had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. “Kags,” she suddenly turned to Kagome. “Do you want to do something interesting before the night is over?”
Kagome followed her friend's sight, and caught the mischievous glint on Sango's eyes. “Whatever it is you're planning, count me out,” she said automatically. She knew Sango well enough to know that she will never run out of stunts that will leave Kagome embarrassed, or in trouble - or both.
“I haven't even said anything yet!” Sango huffed indignantly. “Here me out first. I was thinking perhaps we can have a bet.”
“A bet?” Kagome repeated, already feeling a bit wary. She may be a bit under the influence of alcohol right now, but she still had her brain intact, and a bet didn't fall under the category of `interesting' for her.
“See that guy over there?” Sango tipped her head, motioning to the famous table. “The one with white hair and black jersey?”
“What about him?”
“If you can get him to spend the night with you, I'll give you a hundred dollars. Otherwise, you'll owe me the same amount.”
“No way!” Kagome stood up, completely aghast. She took several deep breaths, then sat down again with a fair imitation of calm. “Sango,” she said, attempting to make her friend see sense. “What the hell are you talking about? I don't even know the guy!”
“Exactly,” Sango replied. “You don't know each other. This will be a one night stand, no strings attached.”
Kagome looked at her as if her best friend suggested she do a strip tease with the entire planet watching.
“Kags,” Sango said, looking at Kagome meaningfully. “When have you ever stopped to do something spontaneously? After Kouga, I mean.”
At the mention of the name, Kagome's eyes immediately dimmed. After her fiancé broke up with her, she hardly did anything remotely related to fun. It seemed Kouga took her passion for life the moment he walked out on her. It was undoubtedly lonelier that way, but far safer, and over time she kind of got used to it.
“Hey,” Sango snapped her fingers inches away from Kagome's face to get her attention. “Earth to Kagome.”
“Sorry,” Kagome said, shaking herself out of her reverie. She threw another thoughtful glance at the direction of the table, and tried to focus her gaze at the guy in question. She was having trouble trying to see past the description Sango already gave, though. There were people surrounding him from practically all sides.
“Well, what do you say?” Sango prompted. She knew she was being sneaky and underhanded dropping the bastard's name like that, but Sango only had the best intentions for her friend. Besides, from her seat, she could see that guy relatively well, and was he gorgeous! If Kagome will have a one night fling, she might as well do it with someone who was obviously hot.
“I don't know,” Kagome said, wringing her fingers in obvious distress.
“Go for it.” Sango placed her unfinished margarita in front of Kagome. “Just tonight, Kags, do something without thinking about it.”
Kagome looked at the Sango, then the glass, and before she lost her nerve she gulped down the remaining margarita and stood up. “All right,” she breathed.
She knew the infamous table was only a several meters away from her and Sango's spot, but it sure felt like it was miles away. Her feet had turned into lead, and the journey took agonizingly slow. After several minutes, she finally reached the table, stole a quick glance at the guy, and immediately realized the stupidity of her spontaneous decision.
In front of her has got to be one of the most handsome guys she had ever laid eyes on. He had straight platinum hair that probably reached mid-waist; creamy skin that looked as though it was lightly kissed by early sunlight; prominent cheekbones reminiscent of medieval sculptures; and the most intriguing pair of amber eyes. Eyes that were looking straight at her.
Kagome's breathing became irregular, and she suddenly wished the ground would swallow her whole, never to be seen again. It didn't help that the noise at the table gradually subsided until everyone stopped talking and was looking at her with open curiosity. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she wasn't one of them. She looked back at Sango and saw her friend doing a thumbs up. `I'll murder her later,' she promised.
She looked at the guy and attempted to find her voice, forcing herself to say the words before her courage completely desert her. “C-can I spend the night with you?”