hello, welcome to the hormonal world of 'takenawa junior high' let's meet the characters:
inu-yasha: erm... he's a hardcore goth, very vampire-esque, very 'moody'
kagome: she has the amazing ability to praise you to the top of the world one minute and destroy you with her tounge the next, prone to seemingly random mood swings
miroku: a complete full-on pervert, on average, has about five girlfriends a week
sango: yeah, she's a psyco and proud of it, the sad thing is, she knows where you live, and she's got a gun
shippou: he's an anime otaku, has the abnormal ability to face-fault
myouga: he's um... short... and um... smart... yeah...
sesshoumaru: the jock, almost constantly has five-ten fangirls hanging off him
rin: the hippie, she seems to be trapped in the seventies
jaken: the nerd, last seen playing D&D with his level 67 half-elf battle mage, oh, yes, and he's very fugly
kikyou: the zombie, she just kind of drifts around, her head in a cloud
kouga: the hobo, he lives in a cardboard box behind the safeway
naraku: the stoner, some of his nicknames are 'the sixth rolling stone' and 'ozzy osbourne on drugs'
inu-yasha's eyes opened unto his gloriously messy room
"oh god, the first day again"
he half-crawled to the nearest black pair of pants and put them on
"stupid morning..."
he grabbed a black t-shirt
"stupid school..."
he stood up and grabbed a disk he had burned yesterday, scrawled upon it in black sharpie was 'PAINT IT BLACK', and put it in his CD player, it whirred into life
"stupid rolling stones..."
he paused to think about what he had said and then corrected himself
"stupid beatles..."
kaede looked at the class
"hello, students, how was your summer?"
they mumbled at her
"well, too bad for you, now you are going to write an essay for no reason, you have forty-five minutes"
inu-yasha grabbed his pen
'maturity is: the realisation that everyone in the world other than you is an idiot'
he smiled, this was getting somewhere
'maturity is: bashed upon by far-left protestors'
yeah, it was just like those bloody democrats to protest against every little thing
'maturity is: just like your mom (owch! burn!)'
inu-yasha pulled his hoodie up over his head
'maturity is: finding out that elton john and richard simmons are the same person'
the bell rang and kaede stood up
"well, that wasn't quite forty-five minutes, but anyway, you guy's suck"
inu-yasha slammed his lunch down on the table, rin leaned over the table to get a closer look at him
"my lord, have you gone goth on us, inu-yasha?"
inu-yasha flipped back his hood
"times change"
rin giggled like an insane school girl
"ooh! I wanna be a goth too! MAN YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEM KICKING EDGAR ALLEN POE! I AM THE EGGMAN! THEY ARE THE EGGMEN! I AM THE WALRUS! GOO GOO G'JOOB!"
miroku turned to face inu-yasha
"hey, check it out inu-yasha, I learned hyptnosis"
he took a jewel out of his pocket
"hey, where'd you get that thing?"
"oh, it's just a shikon no tama, they sell them at the uwajimaya for, like, fifty cents"
"cool, I'm getting one and I'm gonna, like, staple it to kagome's cat"
"hey, I think you like her..."
"I DO NOT!"
"okay, do you want me to hyptnotise some dude or not?"
"sure, whatever"
he turned and walked over to Mrs. Robinson
"hey, Mrs. Robinson, you're over twenty-one, right?"
"erm... yes?"
he drew the jewel from behind his back and began to wave it rhymically
"obey me... you will get beer, M-80's, and hot chicks, then you will put them all in a brown paper bag, except for the chicks, you can just tie them up, then you will put them all behind the safeway, next to kouga's house, and leave"
he snapped his fingers and she walked away, her eyes glazed over
he walked back to the table and gave inu-yasha a high-five
"okay, mirkou, that was royally awesome"
"this is gonna be the greatest party ever"
jaken walked up to the table, clutching his copy of the new york times, the headline was 'cyberporn: it's either really good or really bad, we forgot which'
miroku laughed
"yeah, man, you can get porn so easy on the internet..."
the entire table looked at him and he blushed
"I mean, not like I would know..."
"oh, shut up you stupid lecher"
"hey, whose the lecher here?"
"you, pervert"
"oh, thank's for reminding me"
inu-yasha smashed his fist on the table
"BLOODY WELL GOD! I HOPE YOU GET RUN OVER BY A TRUCK, IDIOT! NOUROU BAKAS!"
he stormed away from the table
miroku sighed and shook his head
"oh, inu-yasha, he tries so hard"
sango slid up and occupied inu-yasha's spot
"hello, miroku, I've been stalking you for the past three weeks"
inu-yasha sighed, history was SO incredulously boring
"...and that is why the spartans are awesome"
he leaned over to kouga
"dude, I just started listening"
"yeah, dude I heard something about spears, but, other that that, yeah, yeah."
kouga smiled and raised his hand
"yes, kouga"
"well, I was thinking, the spartans were all wussies!"
"they trained as soldiers from the age of five, how can you say that?"
"well, first of all, they're all dead now"
"I suppose I cannot argue with that"
inu-yasha leaned over again
"hey, dude, does my hair look good long?"
"oh, shut up and get yourself an afro pick"
"god, dude, jaken is so, freaking, ugly!"
"ooh, just like your mom"
"hey, man, that was a good one, let's write it down"
"good idea"
shippou walked home, spouting babble
"what would you do for a klondike bar? why buy a matress anywhere else? argh! the lobster is melting! it makes my skin mutate! is this illegal, it is? YAY! get me my x-acto knife, I got's to practice my stabbin'! VALUABLE PRIZES! fifth beatle, three o'clock tea!"
inu-yasha looked royally disturbed and miroku smiled
"oh, it's okay, he's normally like that, I hope"
inu-yasha lay in bed, mumbling
"Ican'tsleepandI'llstayupuntiloneinthemorningbecauseIcan'tsleepandthenI'llwakeuplateandit'llbestupidand..."
and he fell asleep
...awwwwwwwww...
*finis*
inu-yasha: erm... he's a hardcore goth, very vampire-esque, very 'moody'
kagome: she has the amazing ability to praise you to the top of the world one minute and destroy you with her tounge the next, prone to seemingly random mood swings
miroku: a complete full-on pervert, on average, has about five girlfriends a week
sango: yeah, she's a psyco and proud of it, the sad thing is, she knows where you live, and she's got a gun
shippou: he's an anime otaku, has the abnormal ability to face-fault
myouga: he's um... short... and um... smart... yeah...
sesshoumaru: the jock, almost constantly has five-ten fangirls hanging off him
rin: the hippie, she seems to be trapped in the seventies
jaken: the nerd, last seen playing D&D with his level 67 half-elf battle mage, oh, yes, and he's very fugly
kikyou: the zombie, she just kind of drifts around, her head in a cloud
kouga: the hobo, he lives in a cardboard box behind the safeway
naraku: the stoner, some of his nicknames are 'the sixth rolling stone' and 'ozzy osbourne on drugs'
inu-yasha's eyes opened unto his gloriously messy room
"oh god, the first day again"
he half-crawled to the nearest black pair of pants and put them on
"stupid morning..."
he grabbed a black t-shirt
"stupid school..."
he stood up and grabbed a disk he had burned yesterday, scrawled upon it in black sharpie was 'PAINT IT BLACK', and put it in his CD player, it whirred into life
"stupid rolling stones..."
he paused to think about what he had said and then corrected himself
"stupid beatles..."
kaede looked at the class
"hello, students, how was your summer?"
they mumbled at her
"well, too bad for you, now you are going to write an essay for no reason, you have forty-five minutes"
inu-yasha grabbed his pen
'maturity is: the realisation that everyone in the world other than you is an idiot'
he smiled, this was getting somewhere
'maturity is: bashed upon by far-left protestors'
yeah, it was just like those bloody democrats to protest against every little thing
'maturity is: just like your mom (owch! burn!)'
inu-yasha pulled his hoodie up over his head
'maturity is: finding out that elton john and richard simmons are the same person'
the bell rang and kaede stood up
"well, that wasn't quite forty-five minutes, but anyway, you guy's suck"
inu-yasha slammed his lunch down on the table, rin leaned over the table to get a closer look at him
"my lord, have you gone goth on us, inu-yasha?"
inu-yasha flipped back his hood
"times change"
rin giggled like an insane school girl
"ooh! I wanna be a goth too! MAN YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEM KICKING EDGAR ALLEN POE! I AM THE EGGMAN! THEY ARE THE EGGMEN! I AM THE WALRUS! GOO GOO G'JOOB!"
miroku turned to face inu-yasha
"hey, check it out inu-yasha, I learned hyptnosis"
he took a jewel out of his pocket
"hey, where'd you get that thing?"
"oh, it's just a shikon no tama, they sell them at the uwajimaya for, like, fifty cents"
"cool, I'm getting one and I'm gonna, like, staple it to kagome's cat"
"hey, I think you like her..."
"I DO NOT!"
"okay, do you want me to hyptnotise some dude or not?"
"sure, whatever"
he turned and walked over to Mrs. Robinson
"hey, Mrs. Robinson, you're over twenty-one, right?"
"erm... yes?"
he drew the jewel from behind his back and began to wave it rhymically
"obey me... you will get beer, M-80's, and hot chicks, then you will put them all in a brown paper bag, except for the chicks, you can just tie them up, then you will put them all behind the safeway, next to kouga's house, and leave"
he snapped his fingers and she walked away, her eyes glazed over
he walked back to the table and gave inu-yasha a high-five
"okay, mirkou, that was royally awesome"
"this is gonna be the greatest party ever"
jaken walked up to the table, clutching his copy of the new york times, the headline was 'cyberporn: it's either really good or really bad, we forgot which'
miroku laughed
"yeah, man, you can get porn so easy on the internet..."
the entire table looked at him and he blushed
"I mean, not like I would know..."
"oh, shut up you stupid lecher"
"hey, whose the lecher here?"
"you, pervert"
"oh, thank's for reminding me"
inu-yasha smashed his fist on the table
"BLOODY WELL GOD! I HOPE YOU GET RUN OVER BY A TRUCK, IDIOT! NOUROU BAKAS!"
he stormed away from the table
miroku sighed and shook his head
"oh, inu-yasha, he tries so hard"
sango slid up and occupied inu-yasha's spot
"hello, miroku, I've been stalking you for the past three weeks"
inu-yasha sighed, history was SO incredulously boring
"...and that is why the spartans are awesome"
he leaned over to kouga
"dude, I just started listening"
"yeah, dude I heard something about spears, but, other that that, yeah, yeah."
kouga smiled and raised his hand
"yes, kouga"
"well, I was thinking, the spartans were all wussies!"
"they trained as soldiers from the age of five, how can you say that?"
"well, first of all, they're all dead now"
"I suppose I cannot argue with that"
inu-yasha leaned over again
"hey, dude, does my hair look good long?"
"oh, shut up and get yourself an afro pick"
"god, dude, jaken is so, freaking, ugly!"
"ooh, just like your mom"
"hey, man, that was a good one, let's write it down"
"good idea"
shippou walked home, spouting babble
"what would you do for a klondike bar? why buy a matress anywhere else? argh! the lobster is melting! it makes my skin mutate! is this illegal, it is? YAY! get me my x-acto knife, I got's to practice my stabbin'! VALUABLE PRIZES! fifth beatle, three o'clock tea!"
inu-yasha looked royally disturbed and miroku smiled
"oh, it's okay, he's normally like that, I hope"
inu-yasha lay in bed, mumbling
"Ican'tsleepandI'llstayupuntiloneinthemorningbecauseIcan'tsleepandthenI'llwakeuplateandit'llbestupidand..."
and he fell asleep
...awwwwwwwww...
*finis*