Summary: Inuyasha's not a 'one-girl' type of guy, so he leaps at the chance to get any pretty woman's number. Too bad he couldn't read his latest conquest's number so he ended up texting a secluded author facing her worst enemy—writers block.

{.o|x. Miscommunication x.|o.}

"Unfortunately, a super-abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares."
~ Sir Peter Ustinov

[.x.]

The beat that banged about the bouncing room brought bodies to the dance floor and swaying figures to the bar. That was how it was each and every night Tetsusaiga was open and it stayed that way until well into the morning. He'd gloated, gloriously, at the glow that sprung off of all the satisfied customers but he didn't need to, everyone already accepted him as the god of the club since he owned it. And 'it' it was, all over Tokyo no one could find a more populated place, as soon as two o'clock hit it was full and a line would hastily form endlessly outside in hopes of finally being able to get in. They weren't anyone 'in' that had to wait, so it was highly unlikely anyone left waiting would ever get entrance.

Models, actors, singers, the rich, the beautiful, the important, those were all qualities needed to get into his establishment. It wasn't all by his doing; he had his brother's advertisement and other brilliant PR work that also did it. Not to mention the fact that his father was partially to thank for leaving him the property.

A gracious giggle won his full attention as he leaned over the bar so he could be closer to the gorgeous girl with long, luscious, livid strands and the deepest blue eyes; she reflected his actions exactly so they were only a fraction apart. She bit her bottom ruby colored lip, as her glistening eyes wondered around his smirk up to his arrogant ambers.

"Alright," she finally gave up after she tapped her finely manicured nails upon her chin, "you win," he chuckled as he passed her the napkin and pen so she could write down the number he had been trying his best to wiggle out of her the entire night. "And here I thought that you were just a one-night stand type of guy, Taisho."

"I'm not gonna lie to ya', Kaguya," he shrugged, not once letting his grin falter, "that's usually true."

"Oh?" She coaxed with a cock of her head, "but getting into the panties of an actress is far more satisfying in high doses?"

"Exactly," that was just how he was, Taisho Inuyasha, a player all around. Why wouldn't he be? What reason did he have to chose one girl over the other? As long as none of them found out about the others, why would he? It's not like he ever told any of them 'you're my only one, babe' or anything that even resembled it. He never assured them of a monogamous relationship, and if all worked out like he fantasized, he never would.

Who needed true one-on-one love? He loved each woman he was with, while he was with them, and then let it go once they were done. It spared him heartache, it spared him sorrow, it spared him everything and gave him bliss. What was there to complain about?

[.x.]

Still.

Calm, quiet, it consumed her world, no matter where she was in her home she could look out a window and see one beautiful sight after another. To the north were the fading mountains, to the south a luscious forest, to the west a stream, to the east an ancient temple built there centuries ago. Tranquility was the key to her life, she preferred it that way, and she loved the countryside for that very reason.

If only, she sighed as she let her chestnut stare lock on to the fusion that faded over the sky, pink smeared orange with purple tinges starting to take over. Dusk, usually it meant that her favorite part of the day was about to come—night. Everything was better then, there was just something about it that gave her a thrill, and her fingers began to glide across the keyboard—granted, a majority of the time her pinky was tap, tap, tapping away at the 'backspace'.

Not tonight, not for quite a few nights… twenty-four, to be exact. How dreadful.

She'd heard of the curse before 'writers-block' everyone in her profession's most fierce nemesis but she had rarely suffered so gravely from it, and never for an entire month.

What timing! Honestly, her publishers were begging for a new book and she had promised them a manuscript. At the time she had such a wonderful idea in her head, she was sure it would turn into a brilliant book, another best-seller for certain, but then she started to write and her muse vanished… where'd it go?

She supposed it would be greedy to beg for it back, after all how many can say by the age of twenty-seven they had four best sellers and one was even an international hit? She should be grateful for her run but… she still wanted to write, she could feel that twirl in her soul, the edgy need to type something up, yet every single sentence that graced her screen was complete rubbish.

What was she supposed to do? If only, if only, her inspiration would strike her. She needed a lightning bolt to charger her at that point.

A grizzly groan left her thin lips as she slammed her head upon the desk, maybe she should do something out of the norm… maybe then her inspiration would return to her? But what?

Go back to Tokyo, some fading whisper echoed in the very back of her mind. That got one dry laugh out of her, as if she'd do that. She hated the city.

She wasn't necessarily anti-social she just… preferred small numbers of people, say, one. Her. Pathetic? Maybe, but she liked it like that. Why change it?

Because you can't write, moron, the same voice beckoned.

What on earth did Tokyo and writing have anything to do with each other? That seemed to stomp the voice out, she sighed as she turned to rest her cheek on the cold wood and stare out the window some more. She probably couldn't even describe the sight if she opened up her laptop, she was that stuck.

Her brows met when she noticed her cell begin to leap around, someone was calling her? No, it stopped too quickly, someone was texting her? That was her private phone, few people had that number.

It was too late for her mother, too early for her brother, and too soon to be her grandpa again. Well, that left Ayumi, Yuka, or Eri and they only called once in a blue moon. She never texted, so who'd think it was a good idea to start her on it now?

She frowned as she sat up and flipped open her phone to see a odd number staring up at her, 'open' or 'view later'.

"Wrong number," she whispered to herself as she pressed 'open'.

Hey babe

"Hey babe," she repeated mockingly, "apparently 'babe' doesn't want you to know her number, buddy."

Her thumb moved to press delete before the funniest thought crossed her mind—respond. Why? It was something she'd normally never do. Why not? Whoever this person was wouldn't know who she was, it would probably not last longer than a 'wrong number' responds.

"I am a writer after all, how hard could it be?" She asked, that was the thing about living alone in the countryside, a good ten minute drive from the closet small town, she found that she picked up the habit of talking to herself, or the television—seriously, some of the things people do on shows were ridiculous!

Wrong number.

'Send', there, she smiled to herself as she set her phone down and folded her arms for a pillow. She jumped some when she felt her cell vibrate by her head once more; it was just such an odd occurrence for her.

Kaguya? it's Inuyasha

She rolled her eyes, 'Inuyasha', what a weird name. Dog-demon, she gathered, either his parents were crazy or that was what he was. "How creative," she ridiculed.

No.

Her personal number was 'masked' and most certainly nowhere to be found, not in any phone book and nowhere on the internet. She checked, often. A few years back, when she was ever so young and naïve and just after her first best seller a complete creep got her number and stalked her. It was the most disturbing thing. Onigumo, what a basket-case, he thought they were 'meant to be' and that she 'sent him smiles in her looks' whenever she happened to look in his direction at book signings, which, mind you, she never did on purpose.

She hated those things, too, but she couldn't get out of them no matter how much she tried to coax her editor to get a stand-in or a look-a-like at the least.

"Kagome," good old evil editor lady would always scoff, "they are your fans, they're the reason you get paid big bucks, it's the least you can do."

Who is it then?

"Seriously, guy?" She rolled her eyes, "you are persistent bastard."

Not Kaguya.
You a guy?

She narrowed her eyes upon the message, "what?"

No…
How old are you?
What are you? Some type of perv?

She could just picture it, some old guy with a beer gut sitting at home all alone on that fine Friday night, scratching his bold head because someone gave him the wrong number. Why'd it have to be her number?

I'm guessing high school or above
Pervert
High schooler
No!

What the hell was she doing? She almost laughed at herself for being so stupid, was she really having a text-argument with the beer-gut guy?

Younger?
NO
Older?
Hm. Not younger, not a high schooler, brilliantly assumption, genius.

Ah, texting, what a hassle, if she didn't care about spelling words out fully and using proper grammar than it would probably be a whole lot easier.

Well, you're charming.

Apparently, he did too, she could respect that. He earned a point or two.

Sarcasm doesn't show well on text messages, smarty.
Right back at ya
It's spelled you, you moron.
What are you? Ninety?
Would I even have a cell if I was?
Point.

There, she wasn't going to reply to that. The conversation with Mr. Beer-Gut was official done, she shut her phone and set it aside.

That twinge she knew so well, that itch she hadn't been able to scratch for too many nights, started to fester up, moving like butterflies from her stomach to chest. It was just hopefully wishing when she pulled her laptop over and turned it only, it was only a test run when she wrote out the first sentence…

She shut her eyes and sighed, finally, she could write again!

[.x.]

"I can't believe Kaguya gave me a fake number," Inuyasha snickered as he shoved his phone into his pocket. That never happened to him, never, he could just feel his pride pang with pain. He had two reasons for prolonging the conversation with Miss Snippety, one, to make sure it wasn't Kaguya screwing with him, and two he was utterly bored tending the bar at his club. Sure, he could talk with some of the girls that were making eyes with him; sure he could listen to the music, but night after night doing the same thing got at him, even if it was one of the world's greatest jobs.

He owned the place; he really didn't need to tend the bar, "Jakotsu!"

"Inu-kun!" The feminine guy leaped out from the back only to grasp his neck, "what do you need?"

"Stop, get off," Inuyasha grunted while he struggled to break free from the man's grasp. Jakotsu was an odd one, for sure, and his obsession with him was… creepy, to say the least, but he was one of the best bartenders in all of Tokyo so he kept him on, "take over for tonight, I'm going to my office if anyone needs me."

"Alright, Inu-kun," he said with utter glee.

There was no way he could know for certain that whoever he had the brief text-conversation with was actually a girl, and actually older than a high schooler, but he was still bothered to have a woman talk back at him like that. He was a Casanova of types and not since the end of his awkward high school years he never got rejected.

Now, Kaguya gave him a fake and some chick talked back to him? Granted, she wasn't able to see his obvious charms that wooed all the ladies but…

"Tonight blows," he scoffed as he folded his legs upon his desk and leaned back. To him, there was no downside of owning a club, he liked the nose that banged about his office from below, to some it would be mind boggling but to him it was… peaceful.

Like a lullaby of sorts.

[.x.]

No… no, simply, no. Last night she got a chapter done, last night she felt the zeal she needed to write another masterpiece and now…? Now she went through the whole day without it. The sun was gone and all she could do was stare at the document in front of her, her fingers floating above the keyboard, "come on," she whispered to herself, "that's so not fair."

At this rate she'd get done in about twenty years… she sighed, what was different about last night?

It couldn't be just because she talked to Mr. Beer-Gut, could it? She bit her bottom lip as her chestnut gaze glanced over to her phone, she never deleted the messages… she still had his number.

No, that'd be so weird, wouldn't it? They didn't know each other. It'd be embarrassing.

Then again, they didn't know each other, so how could it really be embarrassing? So what, he texts her back 'get a life' or 'go away' or something crude? So what? She could at least go to bed that night knowing she tried. Slowly she reached her hand out to float over the phone but before she could grasp it she retracted it and pulled up an internet browser instead, she'd just scope the web for inspiration or something.

Not that that ever helped… she generally avoided fan websites dedicated to her, her characters, her books, or anything of that nature but maybe seeing how readers felt about her writing another book would give her the encouragement she needed?

Oh, gods, she snooped around a few message boards and only felt her stomach turn. Anticipation was far too high...

Higurashio.0: The next book will be even better than the rest! That's how it always is! I'm SO EXCITED! XD!
.x.RoMaNcE.x.: I can't wait to see what types of twist and turns will be in this one! I never know what's going to happen, I just loooove it. The romance seems so real, too. I looove it.
KagomeFanForLife: I hear it's already been sent to the publishers! How awesome! I can't wait to read just a SUMMARY of the book to see what it's about! You never know with Higurashi Kagome, that's why she's so awesome!

"Damn it all," she cursed quietly to herself as she furrowed her brows together, "why do you people have to say such things?"

It was always nice to hear that the romance seemed so real, like it could happen to any girl. That's what she aimed for when she was writing but… but it was so hard for her, maybe that was really the root of all this nonsense? Why she couldn't write?

What kind of romance novelist never experienced… well, romance? She had a boyfriend in high school, he was nice, but they never did anything and they surely didn't 'click', she kind of dated a few guys in college but nothing soul-searching or deep. Oh, college, she shivered at the thought… the choices she made back then, she sighed and shook her head.

"I'm pathetic," she muttered to herself as she let her hand slide over and snatch her phone, with a flick of the rest and a prod of her thumb it was open. "What's the worst that could happen?"

But… what did she say? 'Hey'? They didn't know each other, 'hey, you'? No, that sounded too weird. 'Hey, remember me?', that sounded clingy.

Come on, she told herself as she closed her eyes, just treat it as if it was a book she was writing. She could be the heroine and he could be… eh, she didn't want Mr. Beer-Gut to be the love interest and even if she did she couldn't do that. See, there was a grave difference between writing and reality.

The latter she couldn't predict, the former she could plan out, she knew what X was going to say when Y yelled something. It was easy to be brave when you were the one writing down the next sentence.

She bit her bottom lip to the point that she almost drew blood before she typed a simple starter, if he didn't reply oh well…

Hello

This was stupid, why was she so anxious about his reply? Ugh, she could almost hit herself… why was there a twinkle of disappointment when an hour went by and she didn't get a reply? She only pressed her lips into a frown after she decided it was time to give up and shut down. Maybe she'd have a dream; they always helped her get inspiration before.

So she sighed as she slid her phone into her pocket and headed out of her study to get ready for bed, apparently Mr. Beer-Gut was too good to reply to her.

[.x.]

"Baby, why haven't you called me or something?" Kaguya pouted as she leaned in on the bar to be ever so close to his face, it was so that they could hear each other over the music just as much as it was for the benefit of their close proximity.

"I tried, but I got some other chick."

"What?" She awed, "you must have entered the wrong number, let me see."

"Hold on," he requested as he shoved his hand deep into his pocket. For a moment, his face went blank as he stared at his phone, he had a few messages that he hadn't noticed he got. He ignored them for the moment to look up the number he dialed before and hand his phone over to Kaguya.

"There's your problem, tsk, tsk, the third number is a four not a nine," she shook her head as she dialed in her proper number then pressed herself against the bar enough that she could reach her hand over to slid his phone back into his pocket for her, their lips dangerously closed, "call me this time, Inuyasha."

"Now that I have your number, I promise I will," he assured with a smirked as she slid away to go over to her friends that had been beckoning her for a half hour.

That officially meant it was break time for him, he let Bankotsu, Jakotsu's brother and equally talented bar tender, to take over as he headed up to his office.

Two missed messages from Miroku about highly inappropriate comments about his current 'girlfriend' aka 'one-night-stand'.

Three from different girls he was sort of seeing and sort of not at the moment and, the oldest…

"Well, well, Miss Snippety?" He didn't know why he grinned like he did as he sat down in his chair and looked over the mundane message. It was an hour old, he had forgotten to put his phone on vibrate otherwise he never could tell if someone was calling him or something. She probably didn't care if he replied anymore… so what? He couldn't help it, he was curious. What was the worst that could happen? It's not like they actually knew each other, he couldn't embarrass himself or anything.

Hey older than a high schooler girl

She had just finished washing her face and brushing her teeth when she heard a vibration disturb the pile of clothes she had discarded on the ground so she could change into her PJs. She really wanted to scold herself for feeling such a leap of hope jump about her chest as he bent over to wiggle her phone out of her jean's pocket.

It was him. Well… what was she to say then? Her brain worked over her options as she patted her face dry, her eyes fixated on the message all the while. There were really only two choices she could think of, she could pretend to be someone she wasn't and act like she usually wouldn't—like one of the leading ladies in her books—and see where that took her or… the one that twisted her gut, the one she was not partial to, she could be… herself. She could say whatever she would want to say, not fluttered by embarrassment or shyness.

Did she really want to do that, though? Maybe a hand full of people knew her and not even all of them knew her, as odd as that may sound. There were a few Kagome's, Friend Kagome—Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka's—Family Kagome—mother, grandpa, and brother's—or Professional Kagome—everyone else.

Should she just fuse them together, for this guy? No, she was doing this for her writing's sake, she should act like a character from her book, she should get into the head of Ito Kikyou—her most popular female and possible main character of her next book, people had just been begging for her to write a sequel of sorts to her previous one.

Ball park your age for me

His brow popped up at that, she wanted to know how old he was? He just gave a lopsided smirk as he replied.

Older than a high schooler
Oh, what wit, are you a big gutted bald guy?

His liquid ambers almost popped out of his head at that one, what gall this girl had! Of course he wasn't! He was Toashi Inuyasha and every women he had been with told him what a great body he had. He prided himself in staying in such a state, too.

No! Why would you ask that?
That's the picture I have in my head.
Then get rid of it. I'm fit.

"Sure you are," Kagome whispered to herself as she sat down on her bed, but she wasn't going to argue with that one. God forbid he sends her a photo of himself or something weird like that.

What's your name?

Ooow, two texts in a row? She felt flattered; it just came out, without a thought her fingers found the right combination.

Kikyou
I'm Inuyasha
You said that already

He rolled his eyes at that, really, he ought not bother with this girl. She was probably really in high school… then again, the way she talked, she was probably older than him and he didn't usually go that way. Yet, he still couldn't help it; he wanted to know what she looked like too badly.

You wanna meet up somewhere?
Absolutely not

As if she was stupid enough to do that, he was a stranger. If they were going to have any sort of relationship it was going to be electronic and no more.

He had never had someone reject him so quickly, it stung some.

Why not?
You could be a creeper
I'm not
Uh-huh, like I'm going to believe that.
Then why'd you text me if you don't want to hook up?
I don't know

Brilliant, she felt the stir summon up within her again. She didn't care what it sprung from talking to Mr. Beer-Gut but it worked to break down her barrier, if not for a short while, so she spared no time in heading across the hall and yanking her laptop of the desk so she could go back to bed. She liked to write there every now and then.

At least she was honest, she was probably just bored or maybe even curious, just like him, but what was the point in talking to a girl—if it was a girl—if he wasn't going to get to see her and, ultimately, screw her? Why would he just want to 'talk' to her?

I don't have time for you anymore, good night.

His jaw dropped, she didn't have time for him? She didn't have time for him? Ugh, this girl got his blood boiling! It should be the other way around; he didn't have time for her. That was how it always was.

Whatever

He scoffed as he pressed 'send', he just wouldn't reply to that one anymore… probably… maybe… then again, she could be really hot, right? It could be his greatest conquest yet.

[.x.]

A month passed by, at first she was the one to initiate contact each night only to cut it off whenever inspiration began to flow through her. They were short conversations, jabs back and forth about this and that—usually, her accusing him of having a beer gut and him saying she's probably fifty. Then after two weeks he began to start them every now and then, and they weren't always after the sun had set. They stopped being so much arguments as something… normal. 'What's up?' 'How'd your day go', things of that nature. Generally, she didn't lie, she said whatever was going on—avoiding at all coast her job, just as she didn't know what he did.

By the end of the fourth week a strange thing occurred… she found herself eagerly awaiting any form of contact from him. It was silly, it was stupid, it was embarrassing but it was true. She was intrigued by the stranger, she tried to mend her pride and sooth her mind by saying it was just for her book that she even spoke to him. After she was done she'd cut of contact, maybe even change her number, but until then she'd keep it up, until then… she'd look forward to his next message.

"So, what's got your head in the clouds lately?" The violet eyed, raven haired, man inquired as he rested against his friend's desk.

"I don't have my heads in the cloud," Inuyasha snapped back.

"You've let a few very attractive girls walk away without exchanging numbers, and I hear from Jakotsu that you aren't hitting on as many as normal… it wouldn't be that the great Inuyasha has—?"

"Shut up, Miroku," as if he was seriously interested in any one girl and most certainly not Kikyou. Hell, he didn't even know if she was a girl for certain! He didn't know what she looked like, he didn't know how old she was, he didn't know what she did for a living, he didn't even know where she lived. It was just… random amusement, something he did when he was utterly bored.

It just so happened he got bored a lot lately, that's all, it wasn't intentional, it was just… boring around his bar, in his thriving night club, and when he was at home. That's all. It wasn't anything; it was like playing solitaire, he told himself, she was the cards, that's all… He certainly did not like a person he didn't even know for certain was a female.

Though, he'd like to think she was.

And he certainly did not like someone he had never seen before. What if she was ugly? He wouldn't dare fall for that type.

"If you say so," Miroku mused as he headed for the door, "I was simply curious."

"I'm just bored, that's all."

"Of women?" Miroku awed, wide-eyed and a mouth ajar.

"No!" Inuyasha shouted, "just most of them, they're so easy… there's no sport in it anymore."

The man just shook his head and rolled his violet eyes, "only you would be able to say such a thing."

"Go away already," Inuyasha scowled back, throwing the first object he found at Miroku's head but he shut the door so the pen hit that instead. With a sigh his ambers shifted to the clock on his laptop, it was a bit early to start their dance but…

Hey, toady blows

A content sigh left her lips as she shut her eyes for a moment, to feel the sunlight warm her skin was brilliant. She might prefer to feel isolated but that wouldn't stop her from going outside. The perfect place? The shrine not too far from her home, she'd sit on one of the benches, a book in hand, sunglasses on, and pretend she was just enjoying the scenery and beautiful breeze. Of course, her eyes were anywhere but the book, it was the people that filtered into the area.

People watching, it was her main hobby. It might sound odd and maybe even a little creepy, but it helped her write a more realistic story to know how people truly acted. A family together, a young couple, or anything else of the sort, it wasn't just at the shrine she'd do this, when she had to travel, when she went into town, every moment she was surrounded by others she watched them.

Maybe that's why she didn't have a real life of her own, sometimes… she felt she was just another player in the scheme of things, which was true, she knew, but shouldn't everyone feel like the main actor of their own life and not just someone in the theater watching the movie?

She felt her pocket leap about before she pulled out her phone and looked at who it was, she always knew, he was the only one who texted her. It was a little early to start their conversations, usually it was well passed one, but it was only noon today.

"Oh well," she whispered to herself.

Funny, I think it's a good day. It's beautiful outside.
Really? It's raining here
It's clear skies here

She wasn't surprised that they didn't live in the same area, apparently, a fleeting thought of checking to see where in Japan it was raining came to mind but—no, she didn't want to know.

Where do you live?

He was blunt, and always ever so needy for information, he wanted to know far more about her than she was willing to give.

Apparently not where you do

He rolled his eyes when he received her message, he didn't get it. What the hell was the point of them even socializing if they were never actually going to meet? It just pissed him off more and more, he didn't want to even remotely like her when he couldn't even be sure that she was a 'her' and not a 'he'. Damn, he didn't even know if she was a pretty 'her'.

What do you look like?

She rolled her eyes at that; somehow she was surprised that it took a month for him to ask that. Yes, he constantly jested and jabbed about not knowing if she was a girl but she just threw it right back saying she didn't know if he was a boy nor if he really was 'fit' and not some old man with a big belly. Though, she no longer thought he did… she really didn't have an image of him in her heard, as odd as that was for her. She was usually very good at picturing people, yet there was just a drape over whatever hidden ideal she might have of him. If, that was, he was a 'him'.

Why does it matter?
Appearances matter. It's just a fact of life.
Says you
Maybe. But everyone thinks it. I just say it.

That got her, just for a brief moment her eyes were stuck to the message. Was it not… absolutely true? Weren't all the characters in her books, the important ones at least, attractive? Didn't she always describe them as such? Beautiful, handsome, sexy, whatever? Maybe they'd have a flaw here and there, to make them real, but none of them were mundane or ugly. No one would read the book, otherwise.

You are right

He was right? Really, that coaxed a grin out of him. She never said such things.

So, what do you look like?

She set her phone down in her lap as she looked back up to the people around her. Stupid boy, he was interfering in her hobby. Did she want to tell him? She could describe Kikyou, the chocolate eyed, burnet beauty… but, as much as she'd rather not think about it, she had broken character weeks ago. She found herself responding with whatever she would instead of what Kikyou would say. It was rather depressing to her, she felt like she failed at being an author when she noticed.

I could just be lying
You have no idea how badly I want to know if you are a girl or not

"Moron," she mouthed to herself before she decided it was time for a change in topic. Thus far, he hadn't asked her to send him a picture of her and he hadn't bothered to do so for her. She did not want that.

So, what makes today blow?

That wasn't even a good attempt at a transition, he grunted as he set his phone down. Damn it, it was pathetic, when he started any conversation with her he'd have his phone in hand at all time just waiting for her reply. She replied just as quickly as he did so… maybe she did the same?

It just has. What are you doing?
People watching
And you call me a creeper?
It's interesting. People are so strange sometimes. You should try it.

Honestly, he had no grasp on her. She was strange, blunt, annoying, yet intriguing all at once. She really wasn't like him, she'd say thing he'd never think of… but was she really like this or was it just because they never knew each other and the fact that they text messages meant she could think over what she was going to say before she did?

I guess I do. I own a bar and people do weird shit in bars.

He owned a bar? "Huh," she murmured to herself with a nod, she hadn't thought of that but she surely could picture it, though his figure was still blank—was he tall or short? Thin or bloated? Muscular or scrawny? Handsome or dull?

Wait, oh no, they've never exchanged such information. They've shared their point of views on subjects, what they did during the day—vaguely, of course—and their names—though, hers wasn't real—but not what they did for a living or anything else... she didn't want them to get to the point where they were exchanging addressing, no, she almost laughed at herself, she was overreacting, it was just a little bit of info, nothing vital. That's all.

I wouldn't know
Why? Never been to a bar?
Nope
Are you sure you aren't a high schooler?
Oh, haha. I don't like alcohol hence I've never been to a bar.

He didn't buy that, who didn't like alcohol? There were an infinite variations of it.

I could mix you a drink you'd love
Sure you could
Tell me what you like
I'd rather not
Why?
I don't like alcohol
There are a thousand different types.
I don't like alcohol
You are impossible

She didn't bother with that, really, he was getting in the way of her day so she put her phone in her pocket. That was the genius of text messaging, she had discovered, if you didn't want to reply to something or you didn't know what to say, you could set it aside and ignore it for however long one wished.

[.x.]

I'm dying to know if you're a girl

She sighed as she spun her phone around on her desk, she had reviewed the chapters she had written thus far, edited parts and made sure everything was the way she wanted to but she couldn't seem to find the motivation to write another chapter, or even sentence for that matter. It was then, sometime after the sun set, that he texted her that. What a bother.

You are annoying
I can't help it. I really want to know.
You could just trust me.
You don't trust me.

Point.

I suppose we'll just have to live with never knowing
Or I have a great idea
I refuse to send you a picture
That's untrustworthy. You could send me a fake or vice versa.
Then what is it?
I have your phone number

Her eyes widened, no, he didn't want to call her, did he? No… she wouldn't allow that, would she?

I could just have a high pitch voice and still be a boy
I could have a low voice and be a girl
Then that's not a solution
I want to talk to you still
Why?
I want to
I don't
I'm calling, ignore it if you want

No he wasn't… and if he was, she'd ignore it. She dropped her phone on the desk when it started to go off 'Inuyasha' was calling. "He really did it," she awed as she rested her chin in her palm so that her fingers could act as a cage around her lips and elbow on the desk as her chestnuts locked upon the phone.

She was not answering it.

She was not going to answer…

She just needed to wait for one more ring…

She groaned when she snatched the phone and answered it, rubbing her hand on her temple, what was wrong with her?

"I can't believe you actually called," she muttered.

That was about right, she didn't sound perky but her voice was pretty much what he thought it would. Feminine, too feminine to be a boy, at least he hoped so… no, he was certain; he'd just believe she was a she. "I told you I would."

How would she describe his voice? Deep, masculine, with a rough edge, it was kinda sexy; she slapped herself for thinking that. "Well, now we've confirmed I'm a girl and you're a boy. Is that that?"

"So, you'll text me but you don't want to talk to me?"

"I don't really have anything to say," she stated as she swirled her finger around on the mouse pad on her laptop, awakening it from its slumber, and letting her eyes dully lie upon the screen.

"But you do when we're texting?"

"Pretty much."

"Well, I'm not hanging up, so you'll have to if you want to end this conversation and downgrade back to nothing but letters."

She rolled her eyes and sighed as she clicked on the web browser, he was serious, a minute passed without a word and he didn't hang up, he could start a conversation but… "do you like to read?"

"Not really," if he was going to be completely honest, he didn't really read. "I have other hobbies, what about you?"

"Not really," strange, no? She was an author that didn't read often, she was too busy writing her own novels to read someone else's. She felt bad about that every now and then, and when she associated with a fellow novelist that she found she respected she'd often request a copy of their book and read it. "I read non-fiction more often than not, if I find the time to read, that is." She wanted her stories to be realistic, after all. That's what Higurashi Kagome prided herself in, that's what all her fans desired.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. What is it that you are always so 'busy' with?" He couldn't even remember all the times when he got that irritating reply 'I don't have time for you anymore, good night.' Or, worse, when she didn't even bother to reply anymore. It was always her that stopped their chat, never him, really, that irked him all the more. He was always the one with the upper hand and now some girl he didn't even really knew had beaten him?

"This and that," she replied.

"You know what I do for a living; it's only fair that I know what you do."

"Life's not fair, get over it," she retorted as she clicked around from here to there on the net.

"You are so goddamn annoying," he grunted.

"I work from home," she coaxed to sooth him.

"What do you do?"

"Computer stuff."

He rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "fine, fine. Do you like doing 'computer stuff' from home?"

"Love it," she assured, and for once, it sounded like she actually had feelings. From the start she had been as monotone as her messages.

"I never imagined you as a tech person."

"I never imagined you as a bar tender," how about they stopped talking about her? "Do you enjoy your work?"

"I like it, it's fun, and I like being surrounded by people. It makes you realize that you aren't that bad when you see the morons that come out at night."

She laughed lightly at that, he really liked the sound of that, "I'm sure that's true. I like to be alone, that's why I enjoy working from home. People tend to bother me."

"Anti-social, are we?"

"That's what I've been told," she retorted, "what's that noise?"

"The music started," he really should go down, his club was about to open but…

"I like classical music."

"You would," he muttered, "I like good music."

"That's crude; there would be no 'good' music if not for the classics."

"You sound young but the way you talk makes you appear ages older."

"You have no idea how old I am," she snapped back.

"True, well, I gotta go. My place is about to open up," yes, victory, he would be the one to end the conversation for once.

"You are only opening up now? Isn't it a little late? You must live in a big city, huh?"

"I do, how about you?"

"Ops, you have to go, don't you?" She teased, "bye, bye, Inuyasha."

Damn, she was the one that hung up on him, didn't that mean she won? He groaned as he pulled his phone away so he could look at it.

Somehow, he was certain he'd never get the sound of her voice saying his name out of his head that night.

A/N: Am I think only one that wonders what it would be like for Inuyasha to use a phone? After all, his ears are all the way on the top of his head, how would that work out? I imagine if hanyous and such were real phones would look very different... ah, but that's all besides the point. This stories just a quicky for fun, I hope you enjoy it and please review.

Also, I'm heavily debating about if I should add some citrus joy to the next and final chapter or not, what do you all think? Of course, I'd updated the rating if I do bump it from T to M.

Thanks for reading and to all who review, you are the greatest :)