The Pigs
Chapter one: The new one
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Inuyasha characters or the plot, if I did the story would suck like hell. I mean it.The only thing that I own is this yellow walkman that doesn't work, and my snowboard that I have now outgrown.
She remembered her session with the new shrink clearly from this morning, every movement he did or word he spoke. Everything started off fine, until he started to ask her questions.
The man before her shuffled through some papers. "So Kagome," he said looking up from his desk. "Would you tell me some things that you enjoy or any hobbies?"
She relaxed as he spoke. "I always loved to be around children, I also enjoy much to read books. And when I ever I can I try to go to funerals, they always seem to be so lively. They have cute little party sandwiches, those things are so awesome. You should so try some." She said leaning back in her chair.
"So you enjoy seeing children, to read books, going to funerals and eating party sandwiches. Am I right?"
"Yes sir."
He gave her a strange look while raising his eyebrow then looked back down to his papers. "So Kagome, it says that you sold your previous home, so I suspect you're going to move back with your mother."
"No." She said simply laying down on the couch.
"But are you still going to keep in touch with her or anyone else?"
"I do keep in touch with someone."
"May I ask who?" He said leaning in forwards.
"My bank manger, I started to send him letters when he last sent me a postcard for Christmas, so every week I tell him about my day and so on. He then sends one back to me telling me over and over again that I should have a meeting with one of his employs to talk about my money problem. So that's how we stay in contact."
"Miss Kagome, is this session a joke for you?" He asked standing up.
"I'm not the kind that usually jokes Mr." She said not understanding.
She walked up the steep steps, one hand the railing. It was early in the morning the sun was still hidden. She had on a cap with her hair tucked underneath and a pair of aviator sunglasses hiding her eyes. Some army green cargo pants hung loosely on her hips and a black hoody sweater covered her head.
She dragged a yellow knapsack on the steps; a man in his forties walked in front of her a key dangling off his index finger. They were now on the fourth floor heading for the attic like she asked for. The man stopped at the top of the stairs in front of a small door. He handed her the key and started back down the stairs.
"The showers are going to be full soon; I recommend you use them now." The man said looking back at her.
"Uhm, how many are there here?" She asked in a raspy voice.
"Seven, counting you that will make eight young boys." He said looking over the railing. "This house is getting more roommates by the minute." He said grinning. She gave him a fake grin. She was lucky he still believed that she was a boy.
"If you have any questions ask one of the boys on the second floor, they're the ones who have been her for the longest." He said walking down the squeaky steps.
She gave him a quick smile before shutting herself into the room. It was small, but cozy. A bed occupied the middle of it all, with a dresser on the side of the room. A school desk was beside the window. Throwing her bag onto the bed she headed towards the window and threw open the shades. The light filtered through. It looked over to the street; people were already outside doing their daily routines. Throwing her hat off onto the bed she let out a sigh. She was going to start a new life here. No more money problems or whatsoever.
Picking up her SLR and she put it around her neck. As she swung the door open, she took and elastic out of her pocket and put her hair up in a messy bun while she jogged down the steps. The purple wallpaper was peeling off and the steps squeaked when you would step on them. The house wasn't in good condition but the rent was cheap.
As she arrived close to the second floor she saw a couple of doors with a sign on it saying it was the bathroom. She could hear that some showers where on. Finally arriving at the first floor she let herself drop onto the plastic covered couch. The room was half living room dinning room. A large rug occupied most of the room; with a small metal table in the middle of it all, it had some dirty dishes and a vase that had dead flowers inside. She picked up a Mad magazine from the floor and started to flip through it.
She could hear the stairs squeak, people were coming down. Slowly moving to the far end of the couch, she let her shoulders drop, trying to make herself less noticeable. But it didn't seem to work. The footsteps stopped. The something tumbled down the stairs and there was foul language. That when she heard it.
"Who's that person?" She heard someone say. She slouched down further on her seat.
"Where?" She heard another voice.
"There, on the couch you idiot." The first voice yelled.
"Which couch?"
"Miroku you idiot we only have one couch!" She heard one of them scream.
"What's all the yelling for?" She knew that voice; it was the man who showed her to her room. She put the magazine over her head like a hat. She heard more footsteps coming down. Everyone was awake.
"Who's that one the couch?" She could hear someone ask.
"Oh, that's the new boy- wait a sec…" He figured it out she screamed in her head.
She sat on the sink, hand clutching a cereal box. She munched on the corn flaks as the tenant before her sat on the ledge of the bath. She slowly looked up to him, giving her best puppy dog eyes.
He let out and annoyed sigh. "Fine, I'll let you stay," He said. "But only because you have no more place to live. Welcome Miss Kagome to the only boys rooming house." She jumped up excitedly. "But you have to keep your promise."
"I will clean the house everyday Mr. Igarashi." She said smiling.
"Good, now go and do whatever you usually do." He said getting up from his sitting position.
She quickly swung the door open to reveal a crowd of boys in front of the door, they all scattered at once, some whistling others picking at their nails as if they weren't listening to her conversation with the tenant. But one stood out of the group pointing a menacing finger at the girl, his amber eyes glaring at her.
"But… that's like… what the hell is going on!" He said clutching his head in annoyance.
"I'm staying here in exchange I will be keeping the house clean." She said passing by him. Every male gaze looked at the passing girl. They all turned back to the tenet with shocked expressions on their faces.
"So, is this like a prank Mr. Igarashi?" one of the boys questioned.
"You should have heard everything, you guys were eavesdropping." The tenants said as he straightened his sweater.
A small boy piped up from the crowed. "But do you understand that know we will have to be perfect gentlemen 24/7, because I rather light my shorts on fire than torture like that." Everyone brought their gaze back to the tenet.
"Just act like you usually do, just Miroku, please try not to say such perverted things you usually tell us." The tenant said leaving them unsure to what they were supposed to do next.
"So, like what are we suppose to do now?" Someone asked.
In the other room Kagome was sitting on the counter, stuffing her face with the remaining flakes that occupied the bottom of the cereal box. She was going to have a hard week cleaning this place up, and having a bunch of boys in the middle of the mess wouldn't help either. Crumpling the box the best she could she threw it into a blue square recycling bin.
She was supposed to meet Sango any minute now. Shedding off the extra clothing like her sweater and shades she threw her sweater down what looked like a laundry shute she then put back on her sunglasses. She could hear the boys in the other room talking/yelling at each other. This was going to be one long week.
They both walked in, one ahead from the other. Sunglass hid their eyes and a ski mask covered most of their head. They both wore some sweatpants and matching a hoodys. One of them had a knapsack slung across her shoulder; black thin gloves covered their fingers. Their hands stuffed in the pockets they slowly walked through the brass doors. The ceiling was high; the walls are covered in a midnight blue, while the border was a light cream colour. Costumers crowed the counters talking to people before them. Others looked through their check books. Some were taking money out the ATM booths.
Both pulled their hands out of their pockets reviling a hand held gun. Turning opposite directions they both shot the security cameras and then the next in a record time. They could hear screams.
"Everyone get down on your hands and knees and put your hands behind your head." The taller woman screamed out while threatening them with her gun. "And you in the back, come here so I can see you."
While his partner threatened everyone, the shorter figure put her bag on the ground and quickly opened it to take out a steel pipe. Putting it through the man doors handle it blocked the access inside. She could already hear her partner screaming out order to the innocent hostages. Quickly taking the spay paint she took off the cap and pressed down on the top of it watching as the black liquid messily coated the glass.
Throwing it back into the bag and looked back to her partner and watched in interest, the girl already had people change into their new outfits, one of them was already putting the sunglasses on. When all of them had the clothing on you couldn't tell the difference between them except for the height difference. She could see them tremble; any second now one of them would collapse from too much stress. The taller girl gave out each a black plastic water gun, a replica of theirs. She then quickly her partner and ran through a doorway, the shorter one looked back at them.
"If anyone talks, I shoot, if anyone tries to be the hero I will shoot, if anyone moves I will shoot… you get the idea." She screamed trying to strain her voice. "The ones who are picked stand in a line in the middle of the room."
She could hear the sirens ringing outside and the yells of policemen. Someone yelled through a megaphone. She heard loud banging noises against the door. They were trying to force it open. As the door was about to be brake open she ran towards the countered and slide across the top onto the other side and couched down.
The lights went out and the door flew open. She heard the sound of a gun blast. She saw her companion hidden away from the cops shooting at them making them think the people before them shot the bullets. The room was soon filled blasts.
Sliding out a back window safely her partner hot on her tracks jumped out herself. Booth of them ended up into an ally, the taller one took off a green plastic tarp off a bright yellow taxi. Jumping inside one of them sat in the back seat the other in the front. As the engine turned on you could hear the sound of burning rubber if the of the sirens from the cop cars weren't so loud.
Both of them took of their mask and sunglasses giving them an innocent appearance as they rode down the empty street. The girl in the back looked over the seat to her to her friends. "The pigs are going to be so clueless." She said smiling. The girl in front just grinned to her while turning on the radio.
End of chapter…. By the way, this is not a cliff hanger. Please review!
I may not update, depending on my reviews, if they say the story suck I drop it.