InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trial and Error ❯ The Bar ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Those were not lyrics," Sango Ito said across the table, raising her voice a bit, making sure that she was heard over the loud music in the bar. She was already feeling rather tipsy, and her normally pale cheeks were pink.

"What do you mean? Those lyrics are awesome!" Miroku Motohashi nearly shouted back. "I wrote them myself!"

Sango rolled her eyes. "You need to let Trenton write and stick to your bass!" She gestured over to the other side of the table to the band's drummer, Trenton Belushi, who was perched next to a rather pretty girl that seemed to be enjoying playing with his long blond hair. During Miroku's college years in America, the two had met and become inseparable. When the band got together, Trenton dropped whatever business he had going in the US and flew to Tokyo, and began writing for the band. It wasn't something entirely unique, his lyrics, but Kikyo loved the broken Japanese/English so much that she insisted that he do all of the writing from that point on.

Miroku shook his head. "Nah, mine are better!"

"That would explain your lack of a recording contract," Kagome tossed in, shrugging her shoulders.

"Nah," Inuyasha said, sitting next to her. "That would be Sesshoumaru wanting to hold out for more money."

Their manager, and Inuyasha's brother, Sesshoumaru piped up. "You wanted to go big, you will go big. In time, little brother."

"Yeah, sure," Inuyasha replied, wrinkling his nose. Fame just wasn't coming fast enough for his tastes.

Overall, Kagome was rather pleased with the evening. She had joined the bad at Miroku and Sango's place, hanging out in their soundproofed studio room while the band played some of the most awful songs known to man. It was nice to spend time with Sango for once. They both worked extremely hectic schedules, Sango more so with her job as a crime scene investigator with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"So, how did your date go?" Sango asked, leaning over to Kagome.

Kagome gestured over to Kikyo, who seemed rather smittenly wrapped around Naraku. "That says it all."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Not at all." Kagome shook her head. "It was a boring date, overall. He took me to a damn zoo! Better than when I went out with Kouga, that's for sure."

Sango patted Kagome's hand in understanding. "Men are pigs. I'm sure you will find the right one eventually."

"With all of these bad dates, I think I just want to give up!" She took a sip of her beer, wanting to get the bad taste of the dates out of her mouth and mind.

"I can make sure you have a good time on a date, if you catch my drift," Miroku joked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kagome straightened her posture. "Is that a fact?"

He nodded. "It is a proven fact that I am a great date, thank you very much."

Inuyasha snorted. "Yeah, you dance yourself from the club directly to her bed."

"Sometimes we don't even make it to the bed," Miroku said proudly, as if it were his greatest achievement in life.

"And that, my friend, is why I have never dated you." Kagome was done with thirty minute date, then find a love hotel. She wanted something solid, something that would last more than a week and a few rough and tumbles in either her bed or his. She was getting too old for that crap.

Miroku raised an eyebrow. "I think you should give it a try."

"What's in it for me?"

"A nice dinner, a show, possibly coffee."

Kagome shook her head. "Too simple, for you."

Miroku shrugged. "Fine. I have some friends from another local band that invited me to check out their next show in a few days. I'm sure you know who they are. Inu says that you dig these guys."

Kagome leaned forward. He surely couldn't mean...."You have Wishful Thinking tickets?"

He smiled and nodded. "Jak gave them to me, told me to bring a pretty girl. And you, Kagome Higurashi, definitely qualify. What do you say?"

Kagome flew from her chair and around the table, trapping Miroku in a big bear hug. "You are the greatest!"

Miroku laughed. "Tell me something I don't know, doll!"

As Kagome rounded the table back to her seat, she could see the jealousy shining in Sango's eyes. It wasn't going to work out anyway. She would just do the same thing she did with Naraku; after the bad date tell Miroku Sango really liked him and that would be the end of that. At least two more people in her life would be happy.

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Tomorrow's high will be around 24C. Look out for rain, people!

"Inuyasha?"

And now to Heero for sports!

"Inuyasha?"

The rest of the evening at the bar had been pleasant. She and Sango sang karaoke while the boys took part in idiotic drinking games. Then, after Inuyasha had a 'heart to heart' with Miroku, they went to a late night restaurant to grab a bite to eat. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Now, sitting on the couch in the apartment, Inuyasha was ignoring her. She knew without a doubt that she was upset with her, since he never ignored her unless he was upset.

"Why did you agree to go to the show with him?" His eyes never left the television screen.

Then it hit her. "You wanted to go to that Wishful Thinking show, didn't you?" She should have known! Inuyasha was known to drive around blasting the band's music at ear splitting levels, and every once in a while don one of their t-shirts.

"No. I just don't want you to go." Short and to the point.

"Why not? It will be something fun for me to do!"

"Because I don't want you going out with Miroku!"

Men! And their jealousy! "If that was the case, you could have said we already had plans!"

He finally turned to her. "And upset you in the bar! No thanks!" He scooted a few inches over and grabbed her hands. "If that bastard hurts you, I'll kill him. I swear it."

Kagome giggled. "I'm just going for the concert. Didn't you see the anger in Sango's eyes when he asked me to go?"

"Then tell her to go!"

"I'm going to drop a few hints the night of the show," she said, gripping the hands that still held hers. "You don't think I actually want to date that pervert, do you?"

Inuyasha's stiff form slouched a little. "Will you bring me a t-shirt?"

She smiled brightly. "I'll get it autographed if I can."

Crisis averted, the two enjoyed the rest of their evening watching the news.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. I had a death in my family and it hit me rather hard. I haven't been in that happy 'let's write a story!' mood. I don't feel 100% to be perfectly honest, but I will get there in time! I"m not even truly pleased with this, but I'd rather get something out than mope and then lose track of the story altogether.

- MD