I have no idea what I was thinking, really I don't. I think the depression was making me weird in the head... but it did the trick; I'm back on the road of productiveness. I even did some work the other day. For an hour and then I went home.
Disclaimer: Owning Inuyasha means having lots of money; I have none.
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Fallen Angel
Scroll One- Mission Impossible?
It really hadn't been her fault. She hadn't exactly planned to set God's robes on fire. She wasn't even sure exactly how she'd managed to accomplish it either. Since when had fire sprouting from one's hands been part of an angel's repertoire? So their decision to throw her out of Heaven until further notice had been entirely unfair. Unfortunately most celestial beings tended to side with the Creator in most cases, rather than risk valuable, if incorporeal, limbs speaking out against him.
The dishonoured angel scowled fetchingly down at the cloud she walked on. Had there been a convenient stone to kick along, she would have done that too. The really annoying thing about it all was that they'd all been so nice about it; her rather than banishing her and murmuring condolences in her ear. Silly, pompous angelic bureaucrats, who wielded words like a broadsword. They'd even had the audacity to throw in a complementary fruit basket as well. (And if there was a greetings card for this sort of thing, they would have sent one of those too. Probably with Sorry you're leaving on the front with a suitably mournful-looking puppy. Perhaps it's a good thing Hallmark don't do mail order to other dimensions. And once she was safely out the door, there'd be a raucous party, she just knew it.) Ooh, she'd show them a thing or two, yes she would.
So deep in her thoughts of retribution was she, that she completely failed to notice the plump, elderly angel waiting on the path until she walked into her.
There are much better ways of earning back your place in Heaven. Revenge doesn't go down very well with those in high places. The wrinkled angel smiled when Kagome's eyes widened. Now, listen. I've managed to come to an agreement with your judiciary. If you manage to guide one to the path of glory, you will be pardoned.
Blue eyes sparkling, Kagome could hardly believe her good fortune and pulled the woman into a tight hug. The woman smiled and mentally began counting. One two three fo-
Uh, exactly who am I supposed to guide? And what path of glory? Kagome pulled back, brows drawn together in a puzzled frown.
The angel suppressed a chuckle of mirth, bright eyes twinkling. The youngling wasn't going to like what she said next, she'd said as much to those stuffed up, hidebound idiots when they had presented her with their terms. You'll know when you see him.
You'll know when you see him. Well, at least they'd given her one clue, and that really narrowed down her search. She could now rule out the female side of Earth's population. Leaving only a mere however-many-million men. It made looking for a needle in a haystack positively look like child's play. But she would do this; her pride wouldn't allow her to give in. And the Holy Council had known that and, what's more, had exploited that fact, sneaky little bastards.
She could say this for being human; it made swearing a whole lot easier. That had been another of the Council's conditions, being human that is, not swearing (most of the Heavenly host weren't big on the whole swearing thing, go figure.) That aside though, humanity didn't have much going for it. She remembered that from her own life five hundred years before. You could spend your whole life working for the greater good and how did it reward you? With a nice grisly death, plenty of blood and enough political repercussions to put even the evilest of scheming Grand Viziers to shame. And then centuries of boredom sat upon a cloud with only a harp to provide a distraction
Maybe there was a bright side to this after all.
Some months later just around the corner (any corner will do but preferably a street corner in Tokyo at around four-thirty in the afternoon), a hanyou of inu-youkai and human heritage was also contemplating the dark and bright side of things. The dark side; that fricking wimpy-wolf had just dissed his mother, yet again. While on the bright side he got to beat said wimpy-wolf up, yet again. It was becoming something of a tradition between them; an I'll physically hit you and you verbally hit me and vice versa kind of thing that was so complicated no-one really understood it anyway.
Inuyasha shrugged off the whys and wherefores and got ready to dish out the first punch of the day, special offer two for one! Unfortunately for him, two figures had just pushed and shoved their way through the crowd, not bothering with whose toe they trod on or whose stomach they elbowed, and latched onto both his arms. Party-poopers.
I hate to remind you, but you do remember a little chat you had with the Principle about fighting, ne? the black-haired boy inquired, a pointed look on his face. The girl remained silent and held on grimly to the arm she was in charge of, lest he try make a break for it and introduce his knuckles to Kouga's nose, even though by now the two body parts were old drinking partners.
Miroku sighed when all his question did was make the hanyou glare harder at the grinning wolf and decided it was about time Inuyasha had a little sight-seeing tour down Memory Lane. He said, and I quote, If I find you fighting one more time before the end of term, you be expelled faster than Miroku can chat up a girl.' I think he meant it too. The boy frowned. Am I supposed to take that bit about my way with girls as a compliment or not? he added in an aside to his companion in restraining a certain irate hanyou.
Inuyasha opened his mouth to voice some suitably witty come-back and found himself sadly lacking in the witty come-back department, much to his chagrin. So he settled for glaring at Kouga as his friends literally dragged him away. The wolf even had the audacity to laugh. He grumbled under his breath, life was so unfair. Which just begs for someone to say No, it's not fair, but that's the way it is.' Unfortunately his two so-called-friends were engaged in a heated discussion on the precise location of one of Miroku's hands in relation to Sango and weren't listening to him. So he gave a disgruntled sigh and resigned himself to the ride. As he was dragged round the corner, he caught sight of a faintly familiar face, framed by jet-black hair, amongst the remaining students.
Kagome watched as the hanyou's two friends dragged him out of sight, something about his face niggled at her, as if she'd known him a long time ago. Unfortunately her memory was drawing a blank on the whole face recognition. She obviously needed to spend less time communing with her harp and more time doing crosswords. The one in the Sunday Times was supposed to be quite challenging. That was the thing about endless harp strumming; it severely lacked in mental stimulation. She shook her head. She didn't have to worry about harps now; she was human. She could do as many crosswords as she liked. But first, she had some guiding to glory to do. Yes, she would do it, just to prove to the man upstairs she could.
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Still don't know what I was thinking. Teaser for chapter 2 in three and a half sentences. Let me know if I am indeed as mad as my parents claim I am or if I'm the normal one and everyone else is strange. Alternatively you could tell me if you want more. Or to make reading your reviews extra-specially exciting you could just spew forth random thoughts and ramblings as you see fit. And if you are really clever (or bored and looking for a way to pass the time) you could even do all three.
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Scroll Two- Back to School
According to some angels, one's formative years at high school combined the best and the worst years of one's life into one handy, travel-sized package (one size fits all, please check the instructions on the label before washing). Kagome wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Still at least she would be able to make sense of those funny squiggles in all those maths textbooks soon. In theory at least, she thought, idly flicking through a prime example of said textbooks, confusing to the bone... binding whatever.
A startled exclamation and a painful sounding thud, followed by some rather impressive swearing on par with that of any respectable sailor, drew her attention to the desk on her right. (It was perhaps fortunate that this occurred before she reached the page of sine curves; those nasty little buggers can really mess up your head. Had this timely distraction been delayed it is highly probable that things would have turned out completely different, with Kagome spending a lot of time with the men in white coats and Inuyasha taking the decidedly glory-less path of working at the local McDonalds. But that's beside the point.)
He hadn't been awake for more than an hour and already this was shaping up to go straight in to a high ranking on Inuyasha's list of shit days. It was already a bad hair day (one of these days he would get it cut, just as soon as he could afford it. Somehow he didn't feel inclined to take Miroku up on his offer to cut it for him.) He'd also discovered a piece of homework due in in five minutes that he had completely forgotten about and therefore had not done. Not to mention his toes that had just had a rather painful encounter with the combined forces of his history and maths textbooks. (Those sine waves again.) And now to top it all off he had to deal with Kikyo. Current score: 8 on the shitiness scale.
Surely I'm not that bad; you look like you've just seen a ghost. Kagome grimaced. It's the white top, isn't it? She plucked the offending garment. Makes me look even paler than usual.
Oh, quite the contrary. Miroku said from behind Inuyasha, running an appreciative gaze over her, all but drooling. You are the epitome of feminine beauty and sex appeal. Behind him Sango rolled her eyes and brought her folder down on his head.
She muttered before turning to smile at Kagome. I'm Sango, puppy-ears here is Inuyasha, She ignored Inuyasha's outraged splutter as he worked at extricating his foot. And the pervert is Miroku.
Charmed I'm sure. said Kagome, edging out of Miroku's reach. I'm Kagome.
Kagome? Not Kikyo then? Well no, obviously not because a) closer inspection proved she didn't really look like his ex-girlfriend, b) her scent was different and c) she knew how to smile. That settled it; Kikyo hadn't even known what a smile was.
New score: 5 on the shitiness scale (yes, Kikyo really is worth three points, she's that bad.)
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Now here's the hard bit, working out what to put in your review. Do you put in that hilarious thing that happened the other day (y'know, that thing) or randomly burst into a song of your choice? Ah, you poor people perpetually in the other 23 boring hours of the day don't know what you're missing. Paint brushes aren't nearly as amusing as they are during happy hour. Teeny, tiny cards with smilely faces on them are nowhere near as hard to pick up when you're not giggling helplessly because you can't pick them up, because you're laughing too much, because you can't pick them up, because everyone else is laughing at you trying and failing to pick them up because you're laughing so hard. See?