All Caught Up

The young man looked up at the stunning college building in front of him. He grinned.

"Keh. Tokyo U, you bastard. I beat you. I'm in."

He shifted his backpack so that it rested more comfortably on his shoulders and balanced the crate under his left arm. With his right, he grabbed his suitcase. Fully prepared, he strode in past the entranceway.

His alert amber eyes scanned the campus as he walked along the path towards the freshman dormitories. He saw students gathered around a kiosk, glancing over recent bulletins. Some students were simply lounging around on the grass, chatting about nothing important, waiting for the first class to begin.

After a moment's hesitancy at the front door, plunged into the new world. He strode down the hallway, looking for the stairwell. A couple of flights of stairs later, he entered the fourth floor, his new home.

He stood at the end of the hall. From what he'd been told, this was a co-ed dorm. Two bathrooms at the other end of the hallway, one boys and one girls. On the left side were the boys' two men rooms. On the opposite sides were the girls'.

He walked down into he found his room, 42-D. He put down the suitcase, and tried the knob. It was unlocked. He sighed slightly, and pushed open the door.

A quick inspection revealed specifics of the room. In the far-left corner was a pair of bunk beds. On the right wall were two dressers, separated by a large closet. Directly to the left of the entrance was a desk, matching one in the far-right corner. At that desk crouched a young man, who looked up at the entrance.

He smiled. "Hello there. I guess you're my roommate, eh? My name's Miroku. Nice to might you." At the moment, he was hooking up a computer on the desk.

The newcomer did a quick examination of his new roommate before responding. Short black hair, with long bangs that reached his dark blue eyes. He had a small ponytail, and various earrings. He had a warm smile, and would certainly be considered handsome by the women.

He nodded. "My names Inuyasha...and yeah, I guess we're stuck with each other." He moved his bag inside, towards the dresser closes to him. The other one had a few hats on top of it, so he guessed Miroku had already claimed it as his own.

The black-haired youth did his own inspection as Inuyasha put the crate on the floor and the backpack on the top of the dresser. He looked athletic, agile and strong without being overly muscular. His amber eyes seemed always alert and almost angry. The strangest thing about his would have to be his hair, thought Miroku. It was long and silver, reaching the end of his back. The front had rough, untamed bangs, and two large strands passed in front of his ears and reached the top of his tee-shirted chest. While he wasn't graced with looks as well as mine, I guess the ladies could like him, thought Miroku rather smugly. Although he seems full of anger rather than charm, if they were into the rough, angry guy, he's perfect.

Miroku continued setting up his computer as Inuyasha placed his laptop on top of the desk. On his dresser he laid out a collection of CD's, DVD's, and video games, as well as a few hats. From the crate he removed a television and fold-up stand. He set it up in the right corner, plugging it into an outlet. Under it went the X-Box. On top of it he placed on IO cable box.

Miroku looked up at this point. He had just finished setting up his own computer and stood up, stretching his arms. He yawned. "I'll split the monthly fee with you," he told Inuyasha. "We each pay for addition channels?" he inquired.

Inuyasha, who had been expected no help in paying for the service, looked at his roommate with a perplexed expression. "Uh, yeah. If you want to, I guess that'd be fine."

"Oh yeah, before I forget," said Miroku, snapping his fingers. "This weekend I was going to head out to get some necessities...you know, mini-fridge, microwave, maybe a coffee maker. You want to come along, we can split the price and share."

Inuyasha nodded. He pulled out his Nextel I-750 and called up Cablevision.

While he was activating their box, Miroku had glanced out the open door and saw something that brought another smile to his face. A beautiful black-haired girl was moving in right across the hall. As he watched, she struggled with her large suitcase, a smaller one on her shoulder almost falling off as it pushed against her backpack.

Ah, a damsel in distress, thought the gleefully arrogant Miroku. 'Tis the kind knight's duty to help her out.

Miroku strode past Inuyasha, who was growing steadily angrier as the phone continued to play elevator music in his ear. "Someone pick up the goddamn phone!" he yelled into the mouthpiece. "I'm tired of listening to Spiro Gyra!"

The girl looked up questioningly as Miroku approached her. He smiled at her and gently took the suitcase from her hands. "Allow me," he said.

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Oh, er...thank you," she stated. "If you could just put it in there..." She gestured vaguely at her room.

"No problem," responded Miroku with another suave smile. He walked in and placed it by one of the dressers. The girl followed behind him and dropped her other things on top of it. "Thank you very much, ah..."

"Miroku," smiled the young man. "And don't worry about it. Just consider it a 'welcome to the neighborhood' kind of thing." She blinked at him, not understanding his reference. "I live right across the hall," he explained pointing with his thumb. "Oh..." she nodded.

She sat on the bed, her blush deepening as he sat next her, rather closer than was necessary. I've got to be careful with this guy...make sure he doesn't try to rape me or anything. He could end up being a jerk...

"So..." the smiling youth began. "What would you're name happen to be?"

"Oh, uh...Sango," she responded.

"Ah, a beautiful name which suits a beautiful woman such as yourself..." leered Miroku.

At this point, her face was scarlet. She was so preoccupied with his compliments that all thoughts of protection and being wary had gone out the window. She didn't notice the hand slowly creeping towards her from behind. Her eyes suddenly widened to twice their normal size as it made contact with her rear. Just as it began to rub up and down, she raised her open hand.

Across the hall, Inuyasha blinked at the loud slap he had just heard. It put him in such shock that he didn't notice the line connect. "Hello?" came customer service worker from the phone. "Is anyone there? Oh, for heaven's sake!" He hung up just as Inuyasha snapped back to reality. "Gah! Wait! No, goddamn you! Come back, you bastard!" He continued shouting into the phone as Miroku was pushed from Sango's room into his own.

"Perverted bastard!" she shrieked as she slammed the door, drawing glances from the other freshmen moving in.

Miroku chuckled as he massaged his red cheek. "She's a feisty one..."

Inuyasha glanced at him as he closed his phone, resolving himself to try again later. "I can tell you're quite the ladies man, eh? Keh, lecherous fool..."

At this Miroku smiled. "I suppose it could be put that way...I prefer to think of it as the ultimate quest for the beautiful woman who is willing to have my children. What, don't tell me you don't have a fondness for feminine flesh?"

With a "Keh," Inuyasha returned to unpacking his clothes.

Miroku cocked his eyebrow and smiled, realizing a sore spot that could be used torture his new roommate. "Is that a no? Do you...play for the other team? Do you prefer..." Miroku left the question hanging.

Inuyasha's eye twitched at that. His head snapped up and he threw a pair of jeans at the offender's head. "No, you lecherous bastard, I am not gay! I had a girlfriend of two years recently!"

Miroku removed the pants from his head, his interest aroused. "You 'had' a girlfriend? What happened with that? Two years is pretty serious, no?"

The sliver-haired young man returned to packing. "We broke up. That's all."

Even Miroku had enough morals to know not to push his new friend any farther. "Whatever you say, Inuyasha. Say, can I see your class schedule?"

Inuyasha fished from his pocket a slightly crumpled folder piece of paper. He passed it to Miroku, who compared it to his own. He smiled. "Excellent! We have some classes together! Creative Writing, History of Warfare, and Introduction to Computers."

"What joy," muttered Inuyasha as he finished his packing.

"That gives me more time to teach you to loosen up. You've got to learn to enjoy life a little more. You're so uptight and angry. I think I can fix that. Or actually, I hope I kind find you a beautiful women to fix that...they're usually the best cure."

Inuyasha cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not interested in anything you have to teach. What're your subjects; Groping 101, Introduction to Catch Lines, and..." His attention drifted as he caught movement outside in the hall.

Miroku followed his gaze. He smirked. A young-looking black-haired girl was struggling with two huge pink suitcases and a large yellow backpack. "Hey, she's pretty hot," stated Miroku. "I guess you do like the opposite sex! Well, that makes my job a bit easier, then. I was afraid I'd have to build you up from scratch"

A hat collided with his face.

Inuyasha watched the girl's attempts at carrying her bags through the hall, each of which must've weighed about forty pounds. She was straining to lift them, and her hands slipped. As he watched, she fell back, her butt colliding heavily with the floor. He heard her mutter, "Ow..."

"Pitiful wench," murmured Inuyasha. He walked down the hall towards her, and gently tugged her up by the arm. She looked at him in surprise. "Thanks a bunch!"

"Keh," he responded as he grabbed a suitcase with each hand. "You shouldn't force yourself this much. How the hell did you get these up the stairs?" He lifted the bags. He blinked, his amber eyes widening at astounding speed. "This is like sixty pounds!! What the hell is in these things?!"

The girl stuck her tongue out of the corner of her smile. "Fu fu," she giggled. "A girl's got to be prepared. Here, just follow me," she said, leading him trudging along down the hall.

He groaned when he saw what room was hers. It was right across the hall from his own. "This is it, 50-D!" she smiled. She opened the door, revealed an unpacking Sango.

"Hey roomie!" laughed the new girl. "My name's Kagome, nice ta meetcha!"

Sango smiled back at her, noting the girl's enthusiasm. "A pleasure. My name's Sango. Glad to have you here." She blinked at Inuyasha, who was still holding the bags in the doorway. He was starting to sweat a little. "Um...and this is?" inquired Sango.

Kagome blinked. "Oh, I forgot about you! Just put them down there, thanks."

Inuyasha complied, setting them down by the remaining dresser. He breathed a sigh of relief as he released the 120 pounds of weight he had been carrying.

"I don't really know who this is. He helped me with my bags, so he's got to be nice, right? What is you're name?" inquired Kagome, staring at Inuyasha kindly.

"My name's Inuyasha," he said, looking away. He seemed almost angry with himself. I wonder why that it, thought Kagome. "And sadly," he sighed, "I'm Miroku's roommate."

Kagome cocked her head. "Who's that?"

Sango narrowed her eyes. "A bastard across the hallway. He groped my ass a few minutes ago..."

"Oh, my..." blushed Kagome.

"You're not like him, are you?" Sango inquired, looking suspiciously at the silver-haired boy in front of her.

"If you mean a perverted, lecherous, cocky, and annoying jackass, than no, no I'm not," smirked Inuyasha as Kagome and Sango laughed. He headed for the door that led towards that same jackass.

"Well, thanks again!" called Kagome. "See you around campus, kay?"

"Keh."