Accidental Introductions by UnknownRandomness

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Word Count: 621

“I don’t know what to make of him Sango, I really don’t. He’s so stuck-up when it’s just us, but then he’s all charming smiles and formal language with proper honorifics and everything when someone else is around! Kaede-san for her, but klutz for me! Kami, I’ve only been in his company a total of three hours in four months and I’m already sick of him.”

Kagome’s sigh was of the long-suffering variety as she levelled her best friend with a helpless look after ranting about the young demon that had made another unexpected appearance in her life.

Sango shrugged as she tried to take a neutral position within this touchy subject. “Perhaps he isn’t used to you yet? He does sound like he comes from a very well off family and you aren’t exactly from that kind of circle. Plus, he is going to take you out somewhere tonight, right?”

The raven-haired woman narrowed her eyes in thought before shaking her head decisively.

“Nope, I don’t think that’s the problem. And that’s another thing! I’m supposed to be taking him somewhere, but now we’ve switched roles again! I don’t want to be even more indebted to him than I already am.” Kagome had raised her finger for emphasis during her reply and took the opportunity to dip said appendage in her friend’s hot chocolate, smiling around it at Sango’s scowl.

With yet another sigh, the women leaned back on Sango’s couch, eyes drawn to the bright advert for premium wasabi paste on the T.V screen. The miko wasn’t really paying attention to the gaudy announcements that flashed their bargains at her, too preoccupied with trying to work out were Sesshoumaru would be taking her. He had said ‘wear something nice’, but what did that even mean? What did a rich little youkai like him consider to be nice? If he was taking her rock-climbing then it would be sporty, but what if it was something formal like a dinner party? Ugh, he was so infuriating!

“I’ll help you pick something.”

Kagome glanced at her companion, surprised to see that she was looking at her with a smile. Clearly, the older woman had sensed her confused annoyance. With a quick hug and thanks, she jumped up from the sofa, intent on raiding Sango’s extensive cupboard for the perfect outfit. Something that would make that irritating little kid understand that he was playing with the big dogs – that he had better show her some respect or he would be sorry.

Various shirts, skirts and trousers were removed from and replaced on their hangers, until the blue-eyed woman was clad in an outfit that subtly emphasized her woman’s body but still looked comfortably casual and was very much appropriate for her young audience. Smiling at her reflection, Kagome felt convinced that Sesshoumaru would be treating her differently from now on.

“Kagome?”

Sango’s voice came floating up from the kitchen and the miko skipped downstairs. Clamping her arms on her friend’s shoulders, she replied,

“What’s up?”

“When did you say this kid was picking you up?”

“Seven.”

With a pointed glance upwards, Sango said exasperatedly,

“Then you’d better get going, hadn’t you?”

Kagome followed the mahogany-eyed woman’s gaze to the clock and noticed with quite some shock that there was a mere quarter of an hour before Sesshoumaru was due to be picking her up from the shrine. It took at least twenty minutes brisk jogging from Sango’s house to get there.

With a muffled curse and a quick peck on her companion’s cheek, the tardy miko bolted out the front door, making a mental note to return the borrowed outfit and retrieve her own clothes after work tomorrow.

She was going to be late!