Hello! This is my first fan-fiction for the Inuyasha fandom, and I'm really excited! This is a fic with songs in it, but not necessarily a song-fic. The Idea of this story also came from a book I read by Tamara Summers called He's With Me, and also after watching that show called Camp on NBC. So, this is kinda the result of that put together. Almost. Thanks for reading, and please review so I know what to work on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Tamara Summer's He's With Me, or Camp on NBC.
Enjoy (:
Chapter 1: From Titanic to Terrorist Take-Over: Cruise of Damnation
"WHAT EVEN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Experimenting. Hey, sis, which dress do you think matches my eyes better?"
"JEEZ MIROKU, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN HERE?! YOU MAKE ME SO FRUSTRATED SOMETIMES I COULD SCREAM!"
"You're already screaming at me, Kagome."
"HEADACHES. YOU. GIVE. ME. HEADACHES."
"Seriously though. Purple or blue? I, personally, think the blue because it-"
"GET OUT AND TAKE MY HEELS OFF!"
Just an average day after-school for the Higurashi house hold. Ah, normality.
Let me explain. I'll draw out a little scenario for you.
You come home from a boring day of lifeguarding at the local indoor waterpark, only to find your twin pain in the… your twin brother, in your room, rustling through your closet and trying to decide between two different dresses. Wearing nothing but his boxers. And heels.
. . . yeah, this was a new one. Even for our normal weirdness.
That brings us back to now.
"JEEZ SIS, CALM DOWN!"
"Fine. Let's start from the top. What are you doing in my room, and why do you need a dress?"
"Well, I'm making another short film, and I thought maybe I'd try doing something different by making it a one-man movie."
"So you're cross dressing." I implied.
"No, I am merely playing the leading female role, Nizuna, the beautiful goddess of-"
"So you're cross dressing."
"….yes…"
"Did you ever think to maybe ask me to play the role so you didn't have to? Unless you wanted to… Miroku, is there something you're not telling me? Because as twins, I accept you for who you are despite your sexual preferences-"
"IT'S NOT THAT! Trust me when I say, it's NOT that. I just thought because of last time, you and Inuyasha wouldn't be able to handle acting."
My heart skips a beat at the mention of Inuyasha. Naturally so, I mean I have kinda sorta been in love with him for the past four years, ever since he moved here in the eigth grade.
He swaggered into mine and Miroku's art class first hour ten minutes late, so I gladly wasn't the only one gaping at him in the door way, because he happened to be the most delicious thing I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. But he, however had eyes for only one person.
My dumbass twin, who was sticking colored pencils into every hole he could find resting in his ego-inflated head.
Next thing I knew, my head was in my arms while I laughed uncontrollably. I was trying to catch my breath without catching everyone's attention, so of course I wouldn't have noticed when the teacher sat Inuyasha in between Miroku and me.
I only noticed when I heard:
"SHIT" Miroku whisper-yelled trying to remove the 'Fiery Rose' from his now-irritated nose.
Upon hearing my twin's cry of distress, I sat up and looked over at him, also whisper-yelling "SHIT" when titanium white hair and a pair of dog ears (that were just BEGGING me to touch them) blocked my path.
"SHIT!" the boy (whom I would come to know as my brother's best friend and mine) spoke at the same level and turned to face me, giving me a display of the most incredible irises I've ever seen. A warm, honey color.
"Sorry, I was just startled a bit, I didn't notice you sit down." I apologized.
"It's alright, I was a little jumpy too. By the way, my name is Inuyasha." He introduced.
"Nice to meet you Inuyasha," I said, still a little thrown off by his amber gaze, "I'm Kagome, and the Colored-Pencil-Wonder is my twin brother Miroku."
"Hey," Miroku said, breathing a sigh of relief to be free of his own idiocy at the moment.
"Miroku, mind explaining what you were doing?" I asked, having a feeling already of what his answer would be.
"Yeah, I really don't know." He lamely excused.
Yep, I was right.
Inuyasha and I began to laugh, and when Miroku joined us, we all knew at that moment that a beautiful friendship had begun.
A beautiful friendship.
Friendship.
Friend.
Ugh.
I've been in love with him since, and I'm pretty sure he thinks of me as only his best friend's sister, or his really good friend.
BACK TO THE CROSS DRESSING.
"Oh come on, Miroku, it wasn't THAT bad," I lamely replied.
"Kagome, you and Inuyasha turned the beautifully tragic love story that is Titanic into Terrorist Take-Over: Cruise of Damnation edition in a bathtub."
"In my defense, it started with Inuyasha's suggestion of zombies."
"Gossiping about me, are we?" a voice called to us from my window.
In the midst of our argument, we both failed to notice the hanyou that let himself into our house, via my bedroom window.
"THE TERRORISTS HAVE RETURNED! OH DEAR GOD!" I yelled dramatically, playing off of our joke with Miroku's latest flop.
He didn't miss a beat. "JUST GIVE US ZE VOMEN, AND VE VILL BE ON OUR WAY!" he demanded in his worst terrorist accent.
"NEVER!"
"YOU VILL COOPERATE!" he all but shrieked, running over to me and grabbing both my arms to press them against my back and putting a deadly finger gun to my temple. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I could only think of the times I'd had dreams of him breathing on other various parts of my body. 'KAGOME,' I mentally scolded myself.
But, alas all good things have to come to an end, and he released me, and turned to give me a hi-five while we both laughed at our own stupidity.
"When you're quite finished," an impatient Miroku called from my bed, where he had already retrieved his pants from and was now putting his shirt on.
"Dude, why were you undressed in the first place?" Inuyasha asked, being absent from our previous quarrel.
"Never mind that, I want to talk about the crisis you mentioned on the phone earlier today."
Inuyasha's demeanor changed instantly, going from playful to utterly hopeless.
"I'M DOOOMED" He groaned, flopping back-down onto my bed.
"How so?" I asked, while bringing over my desk chair to be a part of the conversation that was bound to be good.
"One word. Kikyo." He muttered rather sadly.
"What about her?" Miroku asked. "She's, like, the hottest girl in our grade. Total fake and bitchy, but easily the Megan Fox of our grade."
"She is not THAT hot," I argued, "Plus the only shape she has is from the amount of toilet paper stuffed in her bra."
Inuyasha chuckled at that one, before continuing. "She Facebook messaged me earlier today." He pulled out a white folded sheet of paper that, I could only assume, was the message.
He handed it to Miroku and after unfolding it, he read aloud:
"Hey Yashie!" he started in his best girl voice, which was surprisingly good. "So we should totally start going out and stuff. I totally thought we would be perfect for each other after we were in the same Biography (THAT'S BIOLOGY, KIKS) class this past year. Reasons for dating me are obvi, because I'm kinda perfect already, and our heights would be perfect for each other-"
"She's taller than you in her stripper heels," I muttered, but because of his keen hearing, Inuyasha picked it up and chuckled a bit under his breath, while Miroku kept going.
"-and dating me would just be amazing for you, am I right? So text me, you sexy thing! Love Kikyo" he finished.
"Dude . . ." was really all I could say at the moment, so that's what I went with.
"DOOOOOOMED" Inuyasha repeated.
"Why don't you just tell her you're dating someone?" Miroku reasoned.
"School ends in a week, everyone is already dating someone!" Inuyasha lamely protested.
"You could tell her you're dating Kagome," he offered.
Inuyasha and I looked at each other, the blush apparent on both our cheeks and we both started to say at the same time
"Well I-"
"I don't think-"
"You first," I said, not really wanting to say what I was going to.
"Nah, go ahead."
Well shit.
"I was going to say that it would be kinda weird for me and Inuyasha to be (using air quotes) 'dating', when Inuyasha is pretty popular, and I'm, well… not…" I trailed off.
"No, it could work." He countered. "I mean, we have some classes together, and we already sit together at lunch and stuff, so why not? Plus there's only one week of school left."
"And it's not like Kagome has anyone she's interested in, right Kagome?" Miroku said.
He's going to die later. I know where you sleep, boy.
While I give Miroku a look of 'I-hate-you-but-you're-right' Inuyasha got off the bed and dramatically got down on one knee in front of me.
"So, Kagome, will you do it?" He asked me.
"I don't know.."
"Please please please please please pretty please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEE-"
"ALRIGHT FINE, YOU WIN, I'LL DO IT, DEAR CHRIST" I cut him off.
"Oh and, um, one more thing." Inuyasha mentioned, unable to hold eye contact.
"Out with it." I demanded. No more bullshit for today. My meter is run out on things I'm able to tolerate.
"Kikyo MIGHT kinda sorta be attending Shikon with us this summer..." He got quieter with each word.
If the meter was out before, it just short circuited followed by a small explosion. SHIT. Shikon is my favorite place in the entire world. Inuyasha, Miroku and I have been attending the 6- week over-night camp for the past three summers now, and we always look forward to it, but now it's going to be ruined by that plastic little spastic.
Things just got a bit more complicated.
Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me if I should continue or not! You guys are awesome!
~Jimmies