A knock on the door stopped Inuyasha at what he was doing at the time. He
walked over and opened the door to see Tine, his father girlfriend. Her
long blond hair pulled back and pink nails that could blind a person on how
bright they were.
"So, uh, Tina, what's goin' on?" he asked as he let her in and they both went over to the couch and sat down.
"Oh, it's your father. I think he's seeing someone else. And I don't know why. I mean, look at me. I'm fantastic," she said looking down at her hands in her lap looking kind of sad.
"What makes you think he's seeing someone?"
"Oh...he's just been distracted. He's always sneaking off somewhere. And lately...every time we try to make love," she chuckles covering her mouth as Inuyasha has a gross face on," he's tired. And I'm sexual. I need it. I mean, I really, really need it!"
"Mm.Yeah. I really need not to know that," he said, he could feel his stomach get funny and holds his arms over his stomach.
"Will you talk to him? Find out if it's true. Please," Tina asked, looking at him with soft pleading eyes.
"Oh," not sure if he should get into this.
"I have no one else to go to. I'd go to my girlfriends, but I've slept with all their husbands," she said shrugging as Inuyasha frowned at her.
Meanwhile across the hall in Miroku's apartment, Miroku talks on the phone to his son Shippo as Sango leans against the wall listening.
"Oh, that's great news. Come on by after school. I'd love to help you. And P.S., Shippo, you've just made me the proudest father in the world!" Miroku said happily and hangs up the phone.
"Wow, cheerleading, huh? Really following in his daddy's footsteps. I remember when Naraku's son first started getting fat. Naraku was so proud. I only wish he'd lived to see him reach 300 pounds," Sango said, looking up at the ceiling smiling to herself.
A few hours later and a knock was heard on Miroku's door and he pranced over and opened the door to see Shippo and walked in.
"So... Shippo... queerleading tryouts, huh?" Sango arched a eye brow at him and smiles.
"Cheerleading," he corrects her, glaring at her.
"Yeah. Well, we'll see what the kids are calling you when they're stuffing you in your locker on Monday," she said taking sip from her alcoholic beverage.
"Okay, Shippo. So what are your guidelines? I was thinking of making you all up in Kabuki like Madonna in her "Frozen" video," Miroku puts a finger to his chin and thinks.
"Right, well... I was thinking a simple cheer and dressed as a guy is probably a better way to go. My locker's very small."
"Why you ungrateful little piece of street trash! I oughta--!" glares Sango and raises her hand to smack him but not before Jack steps infront of her.
"No-no-no! We must encourage him no matter how deep the shame runs," he says and turns back to Shippo," So it says here for the audition, you need to come up with your own cheer. Okay, so why don't you show me what you got, and we'll just change it all to my stuff later.
"Okay. (CHEERING) I've (CLAP-CLAP CLAP) got (CLAP-CLAP CLAP) school (CLAP- CLAP CLAP) spirit (CLAP-CLAP CLAP). I've got (BEAT A FOOT) school spirit (CLAP)!"
"Why you talentless, tone deaf sack of—-," Sango says still kind of ticked at him.
"You're not helping. Sit!" Miroku says and Sango huffs and sits on the couch crossing her arms.
"I know it stinks. That's why I'm here. I need your help, Miroku." Shippo says.
"Okay, we can do this. What are your ideas? What do you think this cheer should be?" Miroku asked.
"I don't know. They just said to come up with something good that shows enthusiasm." Shippo said frowning and shrugged. "Okay, good and enthusiastic. Let's let that roll around. And it's rolling around. And it's rolling around. Good and enthusiastic. Not too on the nose. And stop. I've got it." Miroku starts a small cheer to himself and points. "Boy, are we enthusiastic. We are feelin' G-O-O-D. Boy, are we enthusiastic. We are feelin' G-O-O-D. Good and be enthusiastic!" Miroku cheers and claps and drops to his knee and throws both hands in the air. "You see?!" "Yeah. That--that's pretty good," Shippo had to admit. "Thank you. Now. Let's add a little bit of this. All right, ready? (CHEERING) When I say "go," you say "fight." Go!" "Fight!" Sango and Shippo say together. "GO!" Miroku jumps up and down and cheers. "Fight." "GO!" "Fight." "When I say "when," you say "tonight." When." "Tonight." "When?!" "Tonight." "WHEN?!" "Tonight." "Go-o-o team! Go team!" Shippo jumps up and twirls and cheers. "Okay, great! Excellent!" Miroku smiles and clapps and pats his son on the back. "I've never been more attracted to you than I am right now," Sango says grinning and flutters her eyes at Shippo as backs up.
"So, uh, Tina, what's goin' on?" he asked as he let her in and they both went over to the couch and sat down.
"Oh, it's your father. I think he's seeing someone else. And I don't know why. I mean, look at me. I'm fantastic," she said looking down at her hands in her lap looking kind of sad.
"What makes you think he's seeing someone?"
"Oh...he's just been distracted. He's always sneaking off somewhere. And lately...every time we try to make love," she chuckles covering her mouth as Inuyasha has a gross face on," he's tired. And I'm sexual. I need it. I mean, I really, really need it!"
"Mm.Yeah. I really need not to know that," he said, he could feel his stomach get funny and holds his arms over his stomach.
"Will you talk to him? Find out if it's true. Please," Tina asked, looking at him with soft pleading eyes.
"Oh," not sure if he should get into this.
"I have no one else to go to. I'd go to my girlfriends, but I've slept with all their husbands," she said shrugging as Inuyasha frowned at her.
Meanwhile across the hall in Miroku's apartment, Miroku talks on the phone to his son Shippo as Sango leans against the wall listening.
"Oh, that's great news. Come on by after school. I'd love to help you. And P.S., Shippo, you've just made me the proudest father in the world!" Miroku said happily and hangs up the phone.
"Wow, cheerleading, huh? Really following in his daddy's footsteps. I remember when Naraku's son first started getting fat. Naraku was so proud. I only wish he'd lived to see him reach 300 pounds," Sango said, looking up at the ceiling smiling to herself.
A few hours later and a knock was heard on Miroku's door and he pranced over and opened the door to see Shippo and walked in.
"So... Shippo... queerleading tryouts, huh?" Sango arched a eye brow at him and smiles.
"Cheerleading," he corrects her, glaring at her.
"Yeah. Well, we'll see what the kids are calling you when they're stuffing you in your locker on Monday," she said taking sip from her alcoholic beverage.
"Okay, Shippo. So what are your guidelines? I was thinking of making you all up in Kabuki like Madonna in her "Frozen" video," Miroku puts a finger to his chin and thinks.
"Right, well... I was thinking a simple cheer and dressed as a guy is probably a better way to go. My locker's very small."
"Why you ungrateful little piece of street trash! I oughta--!" glares Sango and raises her hand to smack him but not before Jack steps infront of her.
"No-no-no! We must encourage him no matter how deep the shame runs," he says and turns back to Shippo," So it says here for the audition, you need to come up with your own cheer. Okay, so why don't you show me what you got, and we'll just change it all to my stuff later.
"Okay. (CHEERING) I've (CLAP-CLAP CLAP) got (CLAP-CLAP CLAP) school (CLAP- CLAP CLAP) spirit (CLAP-CLAP CLAP). I've got (BEAT A FOOT) school spirit (CLAP)!"
"Why you talentless, tone deaf sack of—-," Sango says still kind of ticked at him.
"You're not helping. Sit!" Miroku says and Sango huffs and sits on the couch crossing her arms.
"I know it stinks. That's why I'm here. I need your help, Miroku." Shippo says.
"Okay, we can do this. What are your ideas? What do you think this cheer should be?" Miroku asked.
"I don't know. They just said to come up with something good that shows enthusiasm." Shippo said frowning and shrugged. "Okay, good and enthusiastic. Let's let that roll around. And it's rolling around. And it's rolling around. Good and enthusiastic. Not too on the nose. And stop. I've got it." Miroku starts a small cheer to himself and points. "Boy, are we enthusiastic. We are feelin' G-O-O-D. Boy, are we enthusiastic. We are feelin' G-O-O-D. Good and be enthusiastic!" Miroku cheers and claps and drops to his knee and throws both hands in the air. "You see?!" "Yeah. That--that's pretty good," Shippo had to admit. "Thank you. Now. Let's add a little bit of this. All right, ready? (CHEERING) When I say "go," you say "fight." Go!" "Fight!" Sango and Shippo say together. "GO!" Miroku jumps up and down and cheers. "Fight." "GO!" "Fight." "When I say "when," you say "tonight." When." "Tonight." "When?!" "Tonight." "WHEN?!" "Tonight." "Go-o-o team! Go team!" Shippo jumps up and twirls and cheers. "Okay, great! Excellent!" Miroku smiles and clapps and pats his son on the back. "I've never been more attracted to you than I am right now," Sango says grinning and flutters her eyes at Shippo as backs up.