The Practice Girl by susie

Almost Here

Kagome was a flurry of activity; hustling about the modest hut with purpose and excitement. 

“He’ll be here any minute!  I wonder where we are going.  Ooh, I hope he likes my dress!” 

Inuyasha sat with a scowl; not bothering to tire his neck by watching her dart from wall to cluttered wall, but still tracking her movements with flexible pupils. 

“It's not a real date.  Or did you forget?” 

She almost had no time to scoff as she checked her reflection yet again. 

“He will be doing his best tonight.  I need to make sure that I do mine.”