Worlds of Time

Type: Alternate Universe, Humor, and Romance [?]
Level: PG-13 – Language and Sexual Content
Author's Comment: Like a lot of things, this "plot" originates from the depths of my messy mind caused by the bus ride to school. Quickly after that I whipped out my brand spanking new notebook and began to scribble the story out. And I had a hella fun good time too! Anyway, I torture just about every character through out here. You'll notice that InuYasha and Sesshoumaru are who I pick on the most, and that they probably get along a little better then they do else where. There are Tenchi Muyo characters in here, and the main ones are Ryoko and Minagi. They aren't exactly like the ones you know, considering I've been role playing them for over two-three years now, and are heavily customized …

[[Author's Notes]]
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Translations mentioned below

5:02 p.m.

Rolling over in his bed, his golden orbs crack open half way to stare at the time on his alarm clock.

"Wonderful."

His voice, rougher and even deeper then his demon form's one is forced out of his dry throat in a growl of frustration. The power on the street must have gone out over the night, and resulted in messing up the time on his alarm clock. He knew damned well that is wasn't 5 p.m. in the evening, and the constant blinking red digits from the clock is what woke him in the first place. His ears flatten against his skull, and he lies in his bed longer, staring at the clock with a spaced out look on his face. The sunlight in his window couldn't exactly make it into his bedroom, the dark draperies holding the rays back. Normally, he would roll over and go back to sleep, but he needed to know the exact time or he'd only be out for another ten minutes.

5:12 p.m.

Wake again, this time he does get out of bed. His black with red stitching comforter clung to his body, along with the red sheets, and was pulled half way off the bed before they let him escape. A large yawn flashes his fangs in the dim light of the room. All he was wearing of course was a pair of boxers, black with white dog bone prints of course: cute and sexy, two for one special! His room looked like a whirlwind from the Tetsusaiga's Kaze no Kizu had struck it at least twice in a row. From guitar pieces to skateboard chucks, most of the stuff in his room that coated the area was clean, dirty, and mediocre clothes.

He had a path to his dresser, light switch, door, window, and bed, so that explains why he doesn't yelp in pain whenever he steps on something. Flicking his light switch, he groans and turns his head away from his lights, cringing lightly from the shock the lights gave his eyes. InuYasha then makes his way to the other side of the room, picking up a pair of jeans by his closet (which by the way, was like opening the door of a cabin that had been hit by an avalanche just recently).

He left his sound proof room with the stereo screaming out "Wasted Years" by Cold.

9:06 a.m.

Before going anywhere else, InuYasha looked at the clock at the end of the hallway by the bathroom door. Directly in front of his bedroom's door was also Sesshoumaru's. His parent's room was downstairs, along with the guestroom. Which might as well as be called Ryoko and Minagi's room. They stayed over enough that he could have sworn half the stuff in there belonged to Ryoko. She came over more then Minagi to escape the wrath of her mother. Which is quite understandable.

Sliding down the chestnut railing on the staircase was a long and slow process. His jeans were not the best sliding material and he just assumed next time to actually jump on the railing with socks and slide down on that. He landed on the wood floor with a slap like sound from his barefeet hitting the floor. The joints in his ankles all pop, his ears flicking at the sound, but other wise he remained quite unfazed as he made his way to the kitchen.

9:08 a.m.

Ryoko had been sitting at the counter for at least five minutes before InuYasha even made it down the stairs. She had helped herself like normal to a coffee mug that had orange juice in it, along with a straw that she was currently sucking on. She wasn't a morning person, and was thus abnormally clam and quiet, with an excellent spaced out look on her face as she stared at the clock on the microwave. Once InuYasha entered the kitchen, Ryoko didn't even stir from her intense interest in the microwave's green digits.

InuYasha gave a small snort at her as he pulled out a gallon of milk to pour in a glass for himself from the fridge. Neither Ryoko nor Minagi were in his posse, they "belonged" to Sesshoumaru. Ryoko however, was like an older sister to him and when she wasn't pushing Sesshoumaru's buttons, she was pushing his. Then again InuYasha could easily turn around and push her buttons too. If he and Miroku couldn't get together, then Ryoko would join him on one his ultimate quests for trouble. Oddly enough Ryoko was the ringleader in Sesshoumaru's posse, believe it or not. She had more speeding tickets and knew just about every police officer of the city, personally, then any of them combined. It's not that she wasn't a gangster, she was just a born rebel who enjoyed the abnormal thrills of life.

Taking an apple from the fruit basket in front of him he throws it at Ryoko, aiming for her head. The Goddess easily catches it with the pale talon on her index finger. The slit from the nail in the apple makes the juice from the fruit spurt out and run down her finger till she takes the apple off, placing it on the counter, and licking her index finger clean. So, she was fully awake, which means she'd be cranky when somebody irks her enough. She normally wasn't seen alive until around noon.

"Can you cook breakfast…?"

InuYasha asks her, annoyed at him with his lack of cooking skills. He owned the frozen foods that could be cooked in the microwave, and as luck would have it they don't have any frozen breakfast.

Ryoko looked at him, raising a slender onyx eyebrow at him for asking her such a question.

"Err… Sesshoumaru normally makes it..."

Ryoko stares at him with a dumbfounded look: she didn't know Sesshoumaru cooked -that- often.

InuYasha stares back at her, double blinking as he cocks one of his eyebrows at her expression.

She maybe awake, but some stuff was still in sleep mode.

9:28 a.m.

A dozen eggs, two boxes of pancake mix, and half a gallon of milk.

Wasted.

The counter Ryoko and InuYasha had been cooking at, covered in batter. A lot of bowls of ruined batter also sat on the white counter, along with egg shells, spilled milk, and some stuff that was near impossible to identify now. Not only was the counter covered in batter, the WHOLE kitchen, from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. Even the old dogs, Myouga the Bloodhound and Jaken the Schipperke had a nice coating on them and had fled the room to most likely rub all the batter off them and on to the carpet.

Ryoko and InuYasha had yet to actually change into the day's clothing, so InuYasha's temporary pants were officially dirty, and Ryoko's blue summer pajamas would also be joining that category. Their disheveled hair was even more a mess, and Ryoko realized this before InuYasha when she tried to run her hand through her cyan locks. Both took a brisk look at the counter, turned their backs to it, leaned against it, then slide down to sit on the nasty floor.

"So, InuYasha, what did you learn today?"

"That the mixer should be off before you put it in the batter...?"

InuYasha answered, flicking the batter off his shirt-less chest.

Schipperke - a black tailless spitz dog, about the size of a cocker spaniel. Loyal, barks at anything that moves, and quite annoying dogs in my opinion.

So much fun! anyway. Just thought I share, I have a horrible, horrible, nasty habit of not finishing things like this. I am a role player and am used to having others play different characters. Which means that they are writing half the story with me, which can make things quite unpredictable, and twice the fun. In other words, if I get bored with writing this by myself… it'll take me forever to update it again…