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Maybe Next Time	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 2826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Note From Sedjet: Hey, kids!
I'm updating again so soon! I know, it's unheard of! But I've had
more free time this weekend than I have had since December, so now
I'm ready to crank these chapters out. By the way, if you haven't
read Flight of the Wounded Dove (an aniverse Rurouni Kenshin
fic), it's nearing its end, so you should get caught up before the
final two chapters are posted. Also, I'm revising The Bane of My
Existence (an AU I/K Inuyasha fic), so I can start working on it
again I just posted a new chapter yesterday, if fact! I started
looking back over Rent (my Au Rurouni Kenshin fic) and
realized how atrocious it is. I'm going to have to do an in-depth
revision before it is in any shape to continue writing. So, there
you have it. My writings in a nutshell. If you're interested,
please take a look and give me some feedback. I love constructive
criticism.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em!

Maybe Next Time

Chapter Three:

Here Comes Trouble

As Kagome strutted into the Red Room
with Ayame and Sango in tow, she knew she was playing with fire.
This was Inuyasha's old haunt. She also knew that he was bound to be
here honing in on some rebound action. With a devious smile, Kagome
knew she would be putting a stop to that quick, fast and in a hurry.
She wasn't fucking around anymore. He was going to pay. And if she
could help it, he was going to love every moment of it. She was
aware of how he stared longingly at her when he thought she wasn't
looking. So, why in the hell did he fuck Kikyou?! She just couldn't
wrap her brain around it. He acted like he wanted her back, but why
would he stray in the first place if he didn't want to let her go.
Did he think he could just keep her as a standby while he banged any
chick he fancied at that moment.

Ayame saw the dark glare on Kagome's
face and was quick to come to the rescue. “Come on, Kags.
I'll buy you your first drink of the evening.” She waggled her
eyebrows suggestively.

Kagome snapped out of her brooding
thoughts and grinned at her new friend. “Lean on!”

Sango leaned in and whispered in
Kagome's ear. “Is she for real, Kagome?”

Kagome shrugged. “Yeah.
Apparently, she had a girlfriend and
a boyfriend and they started the fun without her. That's why she
ended up in the anger management sessions.”

Sango nodded, “Ok.
My next question is: Are you for real?”

Kagome shrugged.
“I don't see any reason to be discriminating based on gender.
You see I've had such a great track record with the men.” She
rolled her eyes.

Sango
shrugged. “Well, it explains a lot of drunken college nights,
that's for sure.” She grinned. She and Kagome had woken up in
some of the most precarious positions with some of the most
interesting photos on their camera phones due to Mr. Jose
Cuervo.

Kagome giggled.
“Yeah!” She grabbed her best friend's hand and drug her
to the bar. “Let's get shitfaced, baby!”

Ayame turned
around, raising one sultry eyebrow at the pair, “Are you
zeroing in on my conquest, Sango?”

Sango shrugged,
“She was mine long before she was yours, Ayame.”

“You wanna
wrestle for her?” Ayame asked, leaning in suggestively.

Kagome pushed
herself between them. “Ladies! There is enough of me to go
around!”

The trio erupted
into peals of laughter, only to be interrupted by a lovely baritone
voice. “Excuse me, ladies, I couldn't help but—Kagome!”

Kagome knew it was
only a matter of time before there was a confrontation. She arranged
her features into an expression of pleasant surprise. “Miroku!
I didn't know you were in town!” She embraced him as an old
friend.

He just gaped like
a fish out of water. His eyes were glued to her figure. She was
pleased by his reaction. It meant that she looked good. Not that
she doubted it. Red had always been her color. It emphasized her
pale, skin and dark eyes beautifully.

“What are you
doing here?” She turned to Sango, who was glaring at the
newcomer. “Sango,” she smirked, “I believe you
remember Miroku.”

Miroku's eyes
widened, his gaze sliding over the tall brunette. “Sango?”
His heart skipped a beat. He had only met her a handful of times,
but her visage had been scorched into his memory. She was the most
beautiful woman he had ever met. She was no nonsense, strong and
empowered. She also had the nicest ass he had ever seen and he had
taken the opportunity to grope it when he could. Unfortunately, his
wandering eye and wandering hands had prevented them from becoming
anything more than casual acquaintances. On more than one occasion,
she had threatened to disembowel him with a nail file.

Tonight, she was
stunning. She wore a corset top in a deep plum color than gave her
skin a warm, healthy glow. She had paired it with a pair of charcoal
gray gaucho pants that clung snugly to her fantastic ass. She wore a
pair of strappy spike heels, and Miroku found himself wondering how
women could walk in heels like that. The heels did, however, succeed
in accentuating her forever long legs. Staring at her ass, Miroku's
hand twitched. When he finally raised his eyes to meet Sango's, she
was glaring holes into his head.

“Don't even
think about it, lecher.” she gritted through clenched teeth.
“I will end you here and now.”

Miroku blinked.
“What?!”

“You know
what. You just keep your hands to yourself if you want them to stay
attached.”

Kagome grinned and
rolled her eyes. “Really, Miroku, what brings you here?”

Miroku was finally
able to string together a coherent sentence. He gave her another
once over. “Wow. The single life seems to be treating you
well.”

“Oh, you
heard about that, did you?” She asked and she was pleased that
her voice sounded nonchalant. She certainly wasn't feeling
nonchalant. She wanted to scream and rage.

Miroku snorted. “I
haven't heard the end of it! I didn't think you had it in you,
Kagome.”

“Why,
Miroku?” Her gaze turned cold, and Miroku thought he didn't
like the look on her. “Should I have sat back like a good
little bitch while my fiance` fucked my cousin right under my nose?”

“Well, since
you put it that way...”

Kagome sighed.
“I'm sorry, Miroku. You don't deserve my wrath.” She
cupped his cheek.

“If it's any
consolation, I think he's an idiot to have thrown away such a
wonderful thing on such a frigid bitch.”

Kagome gave a
half-hearted chuckled. “Me too, Miroku. Thanks.”

Miroku had been a
friend of Inuyasha and Kagome since grade school. The three had been
inseparable. As freshmen, they had accepted a fourth into their
circle. Kikyou and her mother had moved to Tokyo after the death of
Kikyou's father. Kikyou's mother had wanted to move closer to the
family now that there was nothing to keep them in Osaka.

Once Kikyou had
come along, the dynamic of the group changed. Inuyasha no longer had
as much time for Miroku and Kagome. He was completely smitten with
Kikyou, who was slightly older than the others three. Miroku didn't
see what the big deal was. As far as he was concerned, Kagome was
far prettier than Kikyou and not as cold. She would smile and titter
and flirt, but the actions never reached her eyes. It was as if
something in her was dead and cold.

Kagome, on the
other hand, was full of life and mirth. She gave her unconditional
love and loyalty to her small collection of friends. Miroku had once
entertained thoughts of dating her, but realized that it would be
pointless. Kagome's heart would forever belong to Inuyasha, no
matter how hard she tried to bury those feelings. He had always seen
it in the way she looked the hanyou. Miroku could never understand
why Inuyasha had chosen to pursue Kikyou. He had only been
prolonging the inevitable. And now, he had chosen the zombie bitch
again, once more damaging the tender heart of their childhood friend.

Miroku smiled down
at his best friend, placing a gentle hand over hers. “If you
need anything--”

“Miroku!”

“Right on
time,” Kagome murmured, her eyes narrowing.

Miroku stiffened,
getting that deer in the headlights look. Kagome wore a battle ready
smirk. And suddenly, it hit him. She had known all along that
Inuyasha would be here! Damn, she was good!

The group turned
collectively to see a very irate hanyou stomping up to the bar. He
stopped in his tracks when he saw Kagome.

“I thought I
smelled a bitch,” he sneered, but Kagome didn't miss the look
of pained shock before he had been able to mask it.

She crossed her
arms over her chest. “Funny, I was just thinking the same
thing.”

In all reality,
Inuyasha was having a difficult time not throwing himself at her feet
and begging her to take him back. She was smoking hott in that
slinky red dress. Was that new? He'd never seen it before. It
clung to her in all the right places, reminding him of why she had
always had him at her beck and call. The bodice hugged her breasts
snugly, and the dagged chiffon skirt swished about her upper thighs
giving glimpses of shapely, pale thighs.

“Like what
you see, Inuyasha?”

“Keh! Been
there, done that.”

Ayame smirked,
snaking an arm around Kagome's waist, and Kagome responded by molding
herself against the wolf youkai. “You don't know what you're
missing, Inuyasha.” Ayame purred. “Kagome is a wildcat.”
She turned her head and licked Kagome's neck with one long, languid
pass of her tongue.

Miroku went hot and
cold. He didn't know whether to pop a boner or hide under a table
until Inuyasha's ire burned itself out. He looked back and forth
between his two dearest friends, wanting desperately to make it right
between them.

Inuyasha plastered
a snotty smirk onto his face, though his insides were churning. He
didn't care that it was another woman fondling his mate. All his
brain was processing was that someone was challenging his claim to
what was rightfully his. “If you're into sloppy seconds,
Ayame, that's fine by me.”

Kagome pushed away
from Ayame, death in her eyes. She slapped him. Hard. “You
son of a bitch. You have some nerve talking shit like you're the
wronged party here. I was faithful to you for five fucking years!
Five years and you repay me by fucking my cousin behind my back.”

Inuyasha saw red.
He grabbed Kagome and hauled her to him. “You're playing with
fire, little girl. That's the last time you slap me.”

“Or what?
You'll hit me?” she taunted. “Will the big, bad Inu hit
a woman out of spite?” She raked him with a scathing look.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“Inuyasha--”

“Shut up,
Miroku. This is between me and Kagome.”

“What's
between us, Inuyasha? There's nothing.” She yanked her arm
from his grasp. “Nothing!” she spat.

Inuyasha had seen
it. He had seen the hurt that she was trying so desperately to hide
behind her initial anger. He saw the betrayal, and it made him want
to reach out to her, to hold her. He made to go after her, but a
hand on his arm stopped him. He looked down at Sango who shook her
head.

“It's too
soon, Inuyasha. Just let her go.”

Inuyasha considered
her a moment and then sighed. “Make sure she gets home safely,
ok?”

Sango nodded and
watched as he headed in the opposite direction. She looked up at
Miroku, who shrugged. “I guess I better follow him.” He
smiled sadly at her, “It was nice to see you again, Sango.”

Sango watched
Miroku follow Inuyasha out of the Red Room. Something had changed in
him since their last meeting. He was still a lecher, but he
seemed...more mature. She smiled softly. Perhaps he did have some
redeemable qualities, after all.

She sighed, looking
in the direction that Kagome had disappeared. She had better find
her before her best friend did something more foolish than picking a
fight with a inu-hanyou.

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Miroku pushed the
crowd. “'Scuse me, pardon me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me.”
Finally, he caught a glimpse of silver up ahead. “Inuyasha!”

The hanyou in
question heard Miroku, he just knew he had to get out of there before
he tore through the crowd after Kagome. He didn't want to
acknowledge the feelings coursing through him at the sight of her,
the mere thought of her. He knew what he had done was wrong. He
knew he had hurt her, but he wasn't ready to live up to that
disappointment. He was ready to face up to the wrongs he knew he had
perpetrated. So, he ran away.

Miroku finally
broke free of the crowd and out of the Red Room. He looked around
for Inuyasha.

“Over here,
Miro.”

Miroku sucked in a
breath. “You like shit, man.”

Inuyasha laughed
humorlessly, “I feel like shit, Miro.”

“Inu, what
happened back there?”

“I don't
know. I just wanted to hurt her.”

“Why?”
he asked, trying to think of a way to say it gently. Unfortunately,
there was no way to put it gently. “Haven't you hurt her
enough?”

Inuyasha leaned his
head against the brick behind him, closing his eyes. “I didn't
mean to.”

“You didn't
what, Inuyasha? You didn't mean to insult her virtue? Or you didn't
mean to stick your dick in her cousin?”

Inuyasha blanched
at that. Miroku was pissed at him, too. “Neither, Miro.”

Miroku's face
turned a furious red. “Then why did you do it, Inuyasha? Why
do you continue to hurt her? She could have had anyone,” he
murmured. “She could have had me!” He pulled his hand
through his long, black bangs. “But she chose you!”

Inuyasha opened his
eyes and looked at Miroku incredulously. “What do you mean?”

Miroku rolled his
eyes, “You can't mean to tell me that you never realized! All
those years that we were together, the three of us, she only had eyes
for you! When Kikyou came along and you started dating her, I
thought I would finally get my chance. But she couldn't feel that
about me.” He shot Inuyasha a look heavily laced with old
pain. “And then Kikyou left to study abroad and you finally
noticed Kagome. Tell me, Inuyasha. Was she ever anything but a
substitute for a lost love?”

Golden eyes stared
in disbelief. “How could you think such a thing, Miroku? You
know I chose Kagome as my mate. You know the Inu mate for life.”

Miroku gave him a
scathing look. “That's sure what it looks like, Inuyasha. How
do you think it made Kagome feel that you forsook your bond to fuck
Kikyou the moment she returned to Tokyo.”

Inuyasha's eyes
widened in realization. “That's not how it was.”

“Then please,
Inuyasha, enlighten me,” his best friend sneered.

“Kikyou was
coming to visit Kagome after studying abroad. She didn't know about
us. She had met some guy in France and was going back to be with
him. She wanted closure for us. We were just saying goodbye.”

Miroku shook his
head, not believing what he was hearing. “Are you listening to
yourself? You were in committed relationship with Kikyou's cousin.
You were engaged, mated. That's a forever thing, Inuyasha.
You don't get to just fuck someone else because she wants to say
goodbye.”

“We're not
mated,” Inuyasha mumbled.

Miroku's eyes went
impossibly wide. “What?”

“I never
marked her. I was waiting.”

“Waiting for
what?!” Miroku bellowed. “Waiting to see whether or not
Kikyou would return to take you back?!”

“The time was
never right.”

Miroku shook his
head. “The time was never right. You're an idiot!” he
spat, turning away in disgust.

“Miro, where
are you going.”

“I'm going
back to the hotel.”

“I thought--”

“I really
don't want to be around you right now.”

“She's turned
you against me, too!” he growled.

Miroku whirled on
him, “Don't blame this on Kagome. You did this to yourself,
you insufferable asshole.” he hissed, stalking away from his
best friend.

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Sango caught up
with Kagome at the Mini, with Ayame close on her heels. “Kags,
are you ok?”

Kagome shook her
head. “I'm not, Sango. I might never be alright again. I
can't do this. I thought I would be able to.” She began to
breathe erratically. “I love him, Sango!” She gasped,
one slender hand covering her mouth. “I still love him!”
she sobbed.

Sango spared a
glance at Ayame and the two girls wrapped their arms around their
anguished friend. They murmured soothing words and kissed her hair.

“You could
play with my boobs if it would make you feel better.”

That got a
laugh from Kagome and she gave a half-hearted squeeze of Ayame's
perky breasts.

“Feel
better?”

“A little,”
the raven haired girl admitted.

Ayame grinned very
wolfishly. “See? There's nothing like a nice pair of tits to
brighten your day.”

“Ladies!”

The girls turned to
see Miroku making his way toward them.

“Can I get a
ride to my hotel?” he asked sheepishly.

Kagome's brow
furrowed. “I thought Inu--”

“Fuck that
guy. Let's go get drunk.”

Kagome grinned from
ear to ear. “Sure. How 'bout we go back to my place instead?”

“Sounds like
a plan.”

Ayame slipped the
keys out of Kagome's hand. “You've had a rough night. I'll
drive.”

“Thanks,
Ayame.”

“No worries,
Kags.” She kissed Kagome's cheek and opened the front passenger
door for her before walking to the driver's side.

Miroku lifted the
handle to the back passenger seat and held it open. “After
you, Sango my dear.”

Sango eyed him
warily as she sank into the backseat of the red Mini. “Don't
try anything, lecher, or I--”

“Gut me like
a fish, I know.” He gave Kagome a toothy grin and kissed her
cheek. “It's good to be home, Kags.”

She hugged him
before sinking into the front passenger seat. “I'm glad you're
here, Miro.”

TBC....

Author's Note:
Well, that's it, kids!

I'd like to thank
my reviewers and those who have added me to their favorites and
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you-ma-cookie, AMY,
Inumara, Mair, Lucinda2323, future baka kikyou, Kouga's Archi,
MyInuyashaObsession, hotmiko1, DemonicMiko18, spencer4ever.

Thank you everyone!
I'm really excited. I didn't expect this fic to take off like it
did. I'm glad it's been such a hit!

This is what the
back of Kagome's dress looks like:

http://www.spiegel.de/img/0,1020,441252,00.jpg

The skirt on this
dress in similar to what I was picturing:

http://blogs.chron.com/tubular/archives/jerry.jpg
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