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=*sigh* waaaay too much homework, and waaay too many ideas :P If you have any ideas/suggestions for me, I'd be glad to take them, this is still a work in progress, and YES this will be a full story. Thank you to I love Snowy Owls and Midnight Angel Sakura for the reviews~ They inspire me and keep on going! -Shadow=
Family conference time. Kagome hated it. Every time someone in the family made a 'big decision' Misaki called everyone into the living room for 'the talk'. The last time the Family Conference occurred, it was because Souta had decided to drop out of ceramics in favor of P.E. In short, Souta had never asked to drop out of a class again. This time, it was Kagome's turn to shine in the unwanted spotlight. Kagome gulped, Family Conference my ass! If I wanted to be interrogated, I would have gone to the police station! Thankfully, the only family members present were Misaki, Souta and Kagome herself. Kagome glanced at Souta for support, sending a silent plea towards her younger brother.
Misaki stood up, Kagome cringed, and Souta snickered. Misaki stood, her shadow falling over her cringing daughter, sweat beaded on Kagome's brow as her mother slowly read through the 'help wanted' article, her red fingernail tracing the words of the ad. "So, Kagome..." Kagome winced, bracing herself for the worst, "This is the job that you want to take on?"
Kagome nodded mechanically, biting her lip as her mother began to pace, This isn't good... If she doesn't approve... What am I gonna do? Misaki turned to Kagome, lip quivering... "I'm sooooo happy for you Kagome~," Here, Misaki practically threw herself at her flabbergasted daughter, "I thought that you'd NEVER get a job!" Kagome awkwardly patted her mother's shoulder, I'm not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or as an insult...? "Errrm, yeah, thanks Mom.." Kagome looked for Souta, but the twelve-year old had predictably vanished into his room to play Skyrim or whatever else he had downloaded onto his already-slower-than-slow PC. Rolling her eyes, Kagome turned her attention back to her practically glowing mother.
Misaki re-read the article, murmuring to herself as she did so. She motioned with a hand for Kagome to bring her writing utensils and a paper, and her daughter scurried away to do her bidding. After turning half the kitchen upside down, (the only pen was conveniently located underneath the refrigerator) and bending her mothers favorite spatula, Kagome returned to the living room, pen and paper clutched triumphantly in her hand.
Misaki eyed her (now) dust-bunny covered daughter, and began writing, tongue sticking out as she furrowed her brows in concentration. Kagome edged up behind her mother, and nearly choked. "MOM! I don't need to bring a portable refrigerator OR my old prom dress! I'll be working at a ranch!" Misaki jumped guiltily, and began to cross items off of the alarmingly long list. "I'm just worried about my baby girl..."
Kagome face-palmed. "Mom, I'm not twelve anymore..."
Misaki gave her a long look, "I know honey, I know..." Kagome froze as her mother began to sniffle, "I'm just so worried!"
Dreading tears, (she couldn't stand it when her mother cried) kagome wrapped her arms around her mother. "It's OK Mom, don't worry about me, I'll be fine..." Misaki nodded, and with a sudden mood swing, twirled out of her daughters arms, brandishing her pen like a lance. "Now let your mother get the list ready, or you'll never be ready to go!" Kagome stood gaping like a fish out of water, and then began to laugh uncontrollably, finally falling onto her blue cushy chair, gasping for breath.
Souta, earbuds still dangling from his ears stuck his head into the room, frowning. "Sis! Shut up! I'm trying to talk to my friends, I can't have them asking if there's a dying cat in the living room!" Kagome stuck her tongue out at her little brother, and chucked a pillow at him. "Speaking of dying cats, go feed Buyo, he's hungry." Souta stared at her as if she had grown an extra head. "FEED him? That cat's fat enough as it is!"
As if on cue, a large ginger and white cat waddled into the room, yawning massively. Souta pinched his nose. "Euuu, tuna breath! What did I tell you sis? That cat eats too much!" Kagome frowned at him, and picked up Buyo, staggering slightly. "Awwh, did you hear that Buyo..? Souta thinks that you eat too much... The poor kitty is practically starving!" Kagome waved one of Buyo's paws for emphasis. "He's almost skin and bones..." Buyo meowed pathetically, ears twitching at Souta.
The twelve year old eyed Buyo, "He doesn't LOOK like skin and bones.." Kagome frowned and put the cat down, Buyo collapsed to the carpet, legs disappearing beneath masses of ginger and white fur, he meowed again, looking pitifully at Souta. Kagome tickled his ear. "Buyo's not fat, he's fluffy." As if to prove her point, Buyo rolled over onto his stomach, allowing Kagome to scratch his belly-fur. Kagome smiled, "And if you don't feed him, he'll pee on your carpet again." Looking positively horrified, Souta bolted into the kitchen, and shortly a fishy smell began to waft through the room. Buyo sprang to his feet, and seemed to teleport into the kitchen where Souta was dishing out tuna into his food bowl.
Kagome smirked, and collapsed onto the couch, grabbing for her ipod as she did so. A headache was coming on, and she needed some good music to keep her entertained. She had a feeling that today was going to be a long day...
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