InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Meeting Place ❯ Sango kidnaps Kagome ( Chapter 2 )

Here you go. I decided to put up two chapters for you. If I feel like writing another soon I will, then. Can't promise any updates… *sneaky eyes* however, some reviews may be able to change that… O_o

Kagome stared incredulously at Sango as she drove. The young miko blinked once or twice and then leaned over to see her friend's face clearly.

"…did you just say what I think it was that you said?" she asked curiously.

Sango didn't move a muscle at the small question. Her eyes remained fixed to the Mitsubishi in front of them and she continued to drive. Kagome glanced up at the sleek black car as well, and then back at Sango.

"You heard me," she replied boldly.

"No…I'm not sure that I did. When you called earlier today you said we were going shopping and then we were going to grab a bite to eat. No where in our conversation was talking about guys mentioned."

"Kagome…" Sango whined. "You're my best friend. I know that you don't like to hang out with me when Miroku's around, but…why can't you just get your own guy? Then we can still hang and no one will feel very awkward."

"Sango…" Kagome replied, and then trailed off in thought. Actually, when she was fourteen she had gone through a phase of pining. There had really been no one in particular that she was focused on, but…the prospect of falling in love and spending the rest of High School with the perfect guy appealed to her. It still did, actually. There were times when she saw Sango and Miroku together and she felt her heart breaking for a romance of her own. Other times, she knew that a boyfriend or a commitment would slowly kill her.

Kagome was a busy girl. She was currently reigning valdevictoreain of her class, and also had end-of-school duties to uphold as Class President. Ever since her freshman year she had been continually voted into the position of class prez. She was never sure how she ended up with it either-most of her friends were Sophmores and Juniors this year, and the few Senior friends she did have weren't nearly enough to vote her into a position on the Student Government board. Must be because everyone knows that I'm a workaholic. That way no one else ever has to do anything, because I do it all for them.

Sango often complained about this little shard of Kagome's personality. It was one thing to have a friend that got everything done and still knew how to have fun. It was another matter entirely to be forced into dragging said friend away from her workload every moment of the day.

"Kagome, you've never dated anyone steady. I know that you've gone to dinner once or twice, but…have you ever really liked anyone?"

"Not really…" Kagome muttered. "They're nice enough, but then I figure out after a while that they're dating me to…um…get to me."

Sango raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

At a loss, Kagome sighed and turned on the radio. She bobbed her head to a familiar song, mouthing the words. She wasn't so full of herself that she believed she could actually sing, and wasn't going to torture Sango with her attempts. Pantomiming was the best option.

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls
Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's somplace that you've been

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world
That you're best fogotten around here

The song continued on and Kagome bobbed her head, slightly troubled by the conversation and the silence hanging between her and her best friend. On that note, Kagome didn't really approve of Sango's boyfriend Miroku. He was a troublemaker in the class and he gave Kagome hell whenever they met. How her intelligent and graceful friend had fallen for such a mindless pervert was beyond the confused miko.

Because of her disapproval, Kagome rarely did anything with Sango while she was with Miroku. She couldn't name a single one of his friends or even tell anyone what color his eyes were. Frankly she didn't really care, because his type didn't appeal to her.

Commercials cut in once the song was finished and Kagome moaned, reaching over to change the station. Not blinking, Sango smacked her hand away from the buttons and continued to drive.

"So you don't have to bring anyone to your family reunion. And you don't need anyone at your cousin's wedding. You definitely don't need anyone giving you chocolate on valentine's day. You are perfectly happy watching movies alone, partying alone, and most importantly sleeping alone."

Kagome wrinkled her nose. Why would anyone find such a mindless and obviously insinuation-filled commercial appealing? They'd have to have brain damage, she decided to herself.

"Good for you, big shooter. C'mon, live a little bit! Call 29X meeting place today! Worried that you'll have nothing in common? Well, you already know that you like the same music! The best part about 29X meeting place is that you get to do things at your own pace. So call today, at 1-800-508-9758! Don't spend another day alone, call 1-800-508-9758!"

She sighed and glanced over at Sango when the other girl changed stations. "No, Sango…"

"Did you listen to it?" Sango asked, glancing over at Kagome. "Just in case, the number is on the notebook under your feet."

"You planned this?" Kagome demanded.

"No…I was going to just have you call the number, but happily the commercial played on its own," the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she knew something that Kagome didn't and was trying to hide a grin.

Kagome stared at her suspiciously before lifting her chin and changing the topic. "Where are we going to?" she asked curiously, looking around.

"I don't know," Sango replied frankly. "I'm following the car in front of us. But I know one thing-we're not turning around until you call that number. Pick up your phone and dial."

Kagome's mouth hung open and she stared at her friend. "Sango? Earth to Sango! When did you decide to take my love life into your own hands?"

"When I got tired of listening to you mope!" Sango exclaimed. "The threat is valid, Kagome, I'm driving."

"I'll just call my parents when it gets too late. You have to go home sometime. Cerfew at eleven, right?"

Sango grumbled under her breath and switched lanes, letting the black car speed off. "Stop being a bitch and call the number Kagome. It's a free service, and you don't even have to call any of your compatable guys if you don't like them. You're completely in control of the going-ons. I…I would feel better if I knew that you were taking some time off though."

"Off what? Work?!" Kagome exclaimed. "What do you want me to do? I have a float to design and build, I have prom preperations and fundraisers to plan, and on top of that I'm working every day now at Brooker's!"

"Forget the fucking bookstore for a minute, and forget the fucking school! You, Kagome Hiragushi, need a life!" Sango yelled, her face turning slightly red.

Kagome huffed and stared at her, not believing what her friend was saying. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded.

Sango pressed her lips together and continued to drive. "I'm a concerned friend, that's all. School isn't that important-you've got all your credits already and everything. I'm just worried about what you'll do…after school."

Kagome pouted and didn't reply, staring at everything except for Sango. Her eyes watched land speed by outside the comfortable car and she watched other people switch lanes. Finally there was nothing to look at but the notebook.

Grumbling under her breath and picking up the notebook, Kagome began to search for her purse for her phone.

"I'm only doing this because I have a history paper to finish," Kagome told the now-grinning-triumphantly Sango.

She dialed the numbers looked out the window, trying to convince herself that she was only doing it to go home. Kagome Hiragushi wasn't desperate enough for a dating service. Never in a million years.

Not very convincing, she thought bitterly to herself.

Hiya! Done with the second chap. Feeling rather heartsick myself at the moment, but I'm not going to bore you with my tragic little tale. Sorry, maybe later if I feel like spilling. Next chap-Inu gets his list. ^_~ should be some fun, and some interesting candid camera shots…