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Chapter Nine

A/N: Sorry for the HUGE chunk of time between updates. I broke my collarbone not quite a month ago, and my boyfriend's parents are divorcing, so yeah. It's been a pretty stressful time. Plus, I got lazy and had writer's block. =P But I'm back now! So enjoy. And thanks again to all my reviewers, you guys kick ass. Again, I apologize for the delay.

Last time: "Such language! Mr. Harrah is in the principal's office at the moment. He will be suspended for three weeks. Now...the final bell is about to ring. You can head home if you're alright to drive... if not, I'll take you..."

A slight seductive purr crept into her words, making him cringe.

"Bankotsu...can you drive? I know you're only sixteen, but..."

"Sure thing." He shuddered at the nurse's words as well. Taking Miroku by the arm, he hoisted him up, allowing him to lean slightly against his shoulder in case he lost his balance.

"Jakotsu. Take his other side, will ya?" The taller boy did as requested, all too eager to be close to his koiishi's charming cousin. Miroku groaned at the contact, muttering curses under his breath as they slowly but surely made their way down the hall.

"Creepy old hag...she's worse than me. That ought to be illegal."

His words, however, were lost in the clicking of three sets of teenage, masculine feet clomping down the polished linoleum hallway. Oh yeah. He was on cloud nine alright. Well, at least she'd kissed him...

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The Next Day

Miroku groaned and opened his eyes, squinting against the light that had once again invaded his room and disturbed his sleep. In a way, he mused, it was like Michael Jackson...but he wouldn't go there. Rolling over onto his side, he stretched lazily and muffled a yawn. Noon. It was Saturday, though... He closed his eyes against the intrusive daylight once more and prepared to drift back into dreamland when...

The phone beside his bed rang.

He shot up in bed as quickly as if his ass had just lost its virginity to a cellmate named "Bubba" with an overabundance of tattoos and a severe lack of teeth to match. Staring dumbly at the phone, Miroku had a fleeting image of himself as that one chick from the movie about the little dead girl or whatever...he never did like movies like that.

"It's...ringing..."

Not more than five seconds later, he had pried the phone from its cradle and found himself speaking in perfect unison with his, ahem, sexually deviant cousin...

"Hello, Houshi residence, Bankotsu (Miroku) speaking."

An amused, distinctly feminine giggle was their only response, and from downstairs, Miroku heard Bankotsu slam down the phone and hiss as though he'd been burned. Seeing that the coast was clear, he spoke into the receiver, his voice cracking slightly.

"H-Hello?"

"Oh, hi, Miroku! This is Kagome...I was just calling to ask why you haven't called me at all in the past week...I mean, I would've thought that you'd take the time to do something minor like that, especially when I saved you from Inuyasha and all...but I guess it figures, guys and their one track minds, eh?"

There it was again. That...voice. The one that had haunted his dreams for so long was now chattering cheerily away into his ear, sounding vaguely like a chipmunk on Benadryl. Not giving him a moment's peace, it just kept right on going...like that fucking rabbit with the drum that Bankotsu's girly little boyfriend had a t-shirt of. And it felt like the said rabbit was beating merrily on his head at the moment.

"Uh...yeah...sorry about that..."

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter now. Anyway, I was wondering...well, I mean, I don't have a date to the Spring Ball yet, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go with me? I mean, you don't have to, but it's ladies choice, you know, and..."

That question....the one he'd been dying for her to ask for ages...

Miroku rubbed the back of his head nervously as a large sweatdrop formed there.

"Well, sure! It would be an honor to accompany such a lovely lady to our school's...er..."

"Great! You can pick me up at seven next Saturday...sorry this is such short notice, but..."

"Yeah, I understand. Uh huh. See you there. Bye, Kagome."

Miroku sank back into the pillows, feeling more exhausted than he had before. 'Well, look on the bright side, jackass...'he reprimanded himself. 'Maybe you'll get some, too...and from the girl you love, well, that can't be so bad, can it?'

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Meanwhile, Kagome set the receiver down quietly in her very pink bedroom...then grabbed her stuffed penguin and squeezed the life out of it, giving a jubilant squeal.

"Did I really just do that? Omigosh, he said yes! Yay!"

She danced around the room, then sat down promptly and began making plans.

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One Week Later

Kagome nervously fidgeted in front of the mirror, something that was very uncharacteristic of her. She touched her hair, her jewelry, and smoothed her dress in an almost obsessive fashion before her mother began nagging her to stop it.

"Kagome-chan, you're making me nervous. Relax. You look beautiful, my daughter. Now, Souta, Grandpa and I will be going out of town for the weekend. You know that I trust you not to do anything that I wouldn't do...think of the consequences." Her mother kissed her on the forehead and grabbed her purse before heading out the door.

Great. Well, at least now she could fret in peace...as soon as she had finished her thought, the doorbell rang.

"Miroku?! But I'm not..." Kagome felt herself slipping into a mild state of panic, but pushed it aside and walked to the door.

"Kagome? You look...wow." Miroku bit his lip to keep his jaw from dropping as the object of both his love and lust demurely opened the door, looking very much like, well, an angel, to voice one cliche. Her hair had been pinned up into a simple bun, with a few tendrils of hair softly framing her face. The dress was neither showy nor plain, a perfect blend of modesty and seduction that had him thinking...less than innocent thoughts.

"Do you like it, Miro-kun?" She giggled and did a little pirouette in the middle of her living room before stepping out the door. "You clean up well. Let's go." She grabbed his arm, and they were off.

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