Fifty First Dates by Incomprehensible

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Fifty First Dates

Kagome stared at the man before her, an unimpressed gleam in her eye as she took in the rumpled suit and the bags under his eyes.

The raven-haired woman twisted the shoulder strap of her purse nervously under the table, wondering how this had happened. Sure, when she’d said that she wanted to expand her horizons, she hadn’t meant this. Kagome had the feeling that she might have had more luck on one of those dating-type sites she’d been hearing about from Sango – her best friend – for weeks. The woman in question had met her match on one of said sites nearly a year beforehand, but Kagome didn’t hold much hope for her own future (which was looking dimmer and dimmer every time she snuck a glance) on one of those sites.

After all, it wasn’t Kagome’s fault she was technically challenged.

Apparently socially challenged, too.

Kagome seriously doubted her people-judging skills at the moment.

No, that wasn’t true – she doubted Sango’s people-judging skills at the moment.

There was no way she would have given this man a second glance, let alone spared him a first glance if it had been up to her. But, it hadn’t been up to her, and she’d foolishly trusted Sango to set her up with a blind date.

Brushing all thoughts of Sango and immediately severing all relations with the young woman as soon as possible from her mind, Kagome smoothed the folds out of her business-like suit skirt.

“What do you do for a living again?” She asked purposefully, trying to give the question as uninterested an air as possible. From the cocked eyebrow and the stifled yawn sent her way by the silver-haired stranger, Kagome knew she’d failed.

“I’m an exorcist.” He replied easily, blinking slowly and rolling his shoulders.

God, she didn’t even know this stranger’s name!

“So they pay you to sleep.” She replied with no hesitation, her eyes flickering over his face once more, lingering on the pale purple bruises under his lower lash line.

The man smirked lazily and Kagome restrained the urge to stand, point at him and accuse him of sloth. Everything about this man screamed ‘lazy’, down to the drooping white hair (obviously bleached, she thought with a scoff) tumbling down his shoulders and back.

“That sounds right.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair.

“And let me get this straight-” she paused, looking down at the neatly folded paper on the pale yellow tablecloth. “-your apprentice is... a small green kappa demon?”

The man sighed loudly and Kagome looked up sharply at the sound. “No, he was my last job.” He clarified, and Kagome got the distinct impression that she was being mocked. The honest (if somewhat faked, in her opinion) sincerity on his face made her narrow her eyes in scepticism and purse her lips. She didn’t like this man.

“Uh-huh.”

The rest of the date was spent in silence. At one point or another, Kagome was positive the man had even fallen asleep on her.

Charming.

There wasn’t going to be a second date, and bad, bad (and possibly illegal) things were going to happen to Sango.

(Call me a cow, call me a frog, call me what you want, but it's still here. Challenge by DreamWeaver. - Incomprehensible)