Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Inuyasha.
N// I posted this story before with the title "With the power of Rocky". I was never serious with the story. So I rewrote some of it to improve it. It's still incredibly silly though. But I would like to think of it as a result of my charming personality.
Any feedback would be highly appreciated. Therefore anything you have to say, be it good or bad, will be heeded.
Thanks to all of you darlings who found this story interesting even before I changed it. It's a miracle come true when you think about how often I updated.
Happy reading my lovelies!
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Delicious Rocky Road
What a wonderful world.
'It's to hot… Must find something wet and chilling. Like a lake. A cold lake. A wonderful, demon free, chilling lake with calm waters and absolutely nothing slimy that could grab a hold of me and pull me down to feast on me, marry me, or use my powers for evil... And said cold lake would not only cool me down, but remove this disgusting dust from my lips… And hopefully, the not-to-obvious, stench of sweat I seem to give out for everyone to enjoy. I'm just surprised the flies aren't here yet to gather and form a fan club'
Kagome was unhappily trampling on her bike a bit behind the group with a slightly annoyed and painfully obvious discontented look. To say that she was a bit uncomfortable was enough to make her sputter and curse at others ignorance. Seeing as she was not one to swear often that should be enough to prove that she was one unhappy miko.
The sun in the sky was beaming at them from his position in the heavens where he knew no one could reach him. Good thing he was smart enough to stay in the sky, for God knows that if Kagome could she would gladly take out the fire extinguisher and put him out of his misery.
Small salty droplets were forming on her brow and ran down her temple making her yearn even more after that cold, chilling, demon free lake she had been dreaming about on and off for the last two hours. Not to mention she actually had to endure her monthly cramps this unbelievably hot day! Her shirt felt constricting as it clung to her sweaty back, adding to the discomfort. Oh how she longed to take it off and change into a nice top. How she wished she had the foresight to actually bring one.
It was one of those ideal summer days with a deep blue sky and a few clouds that made funny shapes in the sky. Normally she would be happy and even go as far as to call herself fortunate on such a lovely day. And she would enjoy it to the fullest while trying to decide whether the cloud she was admiring looked more like a bunny or a dragon trying to eat a giant caterpillar.
She would even find it wonderful to be dressed in her school get up. The breeze always felt marvelous without layer after layer of fabric. Her skirt was ideal for the summer weather. It was one of the few occasions when Sango would look at her indecent clothing with envy in her eye.
So what exactly was it that put her in such a sour mood today?
With the scent of bloom and dry earth in the air, how could anyone not be happy?
Well Kagome was not happy.
Paddling forward in the summer suns heat, feeling beat and gross, was not the number one of what-to-do list.
No.
The number one of what-to-do list was to find the ice cream truck, and devour everything in said truck. Or simply to ravish the young teen driving the ice cream truck. Boy, that Haku was hot.
But not as hot as today. Kagome grinned grimly at her own pun as she trampled onwards.
It wouldn't really matter if she meet the hot ice cream driver today or not. Or any other day for that matter.
Her romance life was about as interesting as watching a snail cross the road. And just as dead as the snail after it was hit by a truck.
The only romance she was getting at all came from a romance novel currently located under Shippo in her basked. One of those cheap novels you can find in just about any store. The stories were always the same. A man falling madly in love with the heroin and her with him. And how they managed to overcome the many obstacles and getting to the grand finale with crashing waves and thunderstorms.
She had tried to stop reading them. Hadn't even looked at them when she went shopping, not even glanced at the few ones she owned in their place of honor in her book shelf. And instead of reading novels late at night when she had the spare time, she would watch TV or study until she fell asleep at her desk like the good girls she was.
But no matter how hard she tried she always ended up crawling back for more. Now she had had another one of her relapses and fallen prey to another sugary sweet novel. The very one Shippo was almost standing on in her basket.
With the ravishing good looking, well spoken and, oh so polite hero, Daisuke, the cliché storyline and it's charming familiarity it was hard not to fall head over heels.
It was pure trash really. And Kagome loved it for it.
She would much rather be at home in her cool room and read the damn thing than being in the middle of nowhere, sweating like a sumo wrestler trying to lose some weight and testing his resolve by staring at cakes.
But then she would have to convince Inuyasha that she needed to go back through the well. And well… Somehow she doubted that he would let her go with a big jolly grin on his face while waiving his hand, "You have fun, Kagome! Don't worry about us. It'll be like a vacation"!
Nuhu, not happening.
He would rather say something about weak humans and yell at her for a while.
And yes, she did feel like a weak human now. But that was because of the scorching sun on her face, trying desperately to set her nose aflame. Or to simply give it a burn making it stiff and sensitive until its ultimate demise consisting of falling off. Probably from pure shock after the harsh treatment.
That would give a whole new dimension to the, "I've got your nose", joke her dad used to pull.
But that was not the point. No, Kagome had other problems to attend to. Like how the hell to get the hanyou in the front to slow down? She could always sit him. But that didn't seem fair. It wasn't his fault he was totally obvious to her discomfort.
He was far to busy moving that fine as of his forward to notice her.
He didn't realize that the leather on her bicycle seat was making the skin on her inner tights almost glue to the spot, and twist slightly and painfully every time she padded… Maybe she should eat less ramen? It couldn't be good for her figure.
Did he get a bad figure from ramen?
No.
And do you know why? Because he was to busy running around and making her suffer to get fat. Which benefited her view but contributed to her misery. Which resulted in severe withdrawal of purpose and motivation in her everyday life as a direct consequence of this.
Growing more and more irritated she padded forward on her bike.
Her irritation only increased by the sound is was making. It needed some oil treatment, pronto! It seemed to whine at her. Accusing her of killing it. Pleading for oil like a man in the desert pleading for water. 'Why are you doing this to me?! Have you no heart? Just one drop, please!', it seemed to say with a shrill sound for a voice.
No one else seemed to notice, or maybe they had gotten used to it? How cruel.
And of course, Inuyasha didn't know that her back was killing her Or that every time she attempted to speed up to make the wind cool her down, she scratched herself on something sharp down by the bicycle chain. She wasn't sure what is was since she couldn't actually see it, but it was there! And it was driving her foul mood even deeper down the gutter.
It wasn't his fault he was so damn dense!
Or that the road was so rocky and bumpy. Or that Shippo was clutching his head in a painful matter…. Wait. That actually was his fault!
If she was the hanyou with super strength, then she would gladly carry him all the time!
And she knew, unlike some people, that after three years of dragging a bike around in the feudal era, it was bound to be a little less durable.
Heck, just by looking at it you could clearly see that it had already passed its golden age. Geez, the thing needed a cane for crying out loud! It looked older than her grandfather. And that is saying something.
Just one little puff of wind and BAM! She would be one the ground! Lying there helplessly in a heap of old bike corpse, and a killing headache ready to strike out and unleash its terrible power.
Though it was most likely to strike out in him.
A certain ramen addict with a skull so thick not even a bulldozer could break through.
Ah, maybe she should settle down before she did something drastic….
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Inuyasha looked behind his shoulder nervously for the hundredth time that day.
She was seething, and he knew it. What he didn't know was why she was so damn pissed at the world that she found it necessary to glare at him with murderous intent. It was enough to feel the burning holes in his back to make him feel apprehensive for the snap that was bound to come.
He didn't know why, but this month was so much worse than the last. She was ready to kill. Better stay on you guard incase she snapped sooner than expected and decided that you were breathing to loud.
Steadying his gaze ahead of him he spied the area for any threats. It was not only a distraction but also a necessity. He was her protector after all.
'Lets see… Tree…. Another tree. Rock. Bird…. Uuuuh… And something that looks like a troll of you squint your eyes… Nah, it's safe.'
He was almost disappointed.
He needed something to take his mind of the smell coming from Kagome. Under the sweat, the perfume of her lotion and the smell of her shampoo, he could smell it.
It made him unfocused and wimpy. It made him soft. And that simply could not do. You could call Inuyasha many things. Brash yes, moody or temperamental sometimes, even shy and caring, but soft?
Maybe it was his instinct telling him to be nice to the female in heat, or maybe it was his brain warning him of the danger. He would go with the later at the moment. Kagome had grown to be a warm and loving person, but her temper was still horrible at times. Either way, he was staying far far away.
If he went to near, he would humiliate himself by sniffing here in a very improper way, or he would be sat to hell for absolutely no good reason.
Unless she sat him because of the sniffing of her private area… That would be a good valid reason. Hell, if someone came sniffing his crotch, he would be upset to.
Therefore he saw it best to stay clear of her until nighttime. By then the temperature would hopefully help cool her head.
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Miroku and Sango were doing their best to pretend that they couldn't see the ominous cloud hanging over their companions head in the back of their group. They were tired enough as it was, they needn't add more fuel to the fire.
Miroku swept his arm over his brow and tightened his hold on his staff. At his side Sango was taking a big gulp out of a water pouch she carried at her hip. He didn't have to say anything, he just gave her a pleading look and she willingly shared it with him. Thankful he flashed her a smile before taking a big swig of the now tepid liquid running down his parched throat.
Handing it back he let his fingers brush her hand in a lingering flirtatious manner. To bad Sango was to weary to notice.
"Inuyasha, it's almost midday. Shouldn't we take a break soon?" Inuyasha merely flashed Sango a glance over his shoulder, not bothering with any insults or his customary 'Keh'.
Once more focusing on the path before him he sniffed discretely before answering, "There's a stream 'bout an hour away from here."
Now this caught everyone's attention. Especially their miko companion at the back. "A river?" Was that hope in her voice? Did she dare to believe that she actually might get something to hold on to? A sliver of hope, a goal not to far away from the harsh reality she had come to call hell?
Inuyasha startled at the sound of her voice, surprised of the sudden happy tone considering her previously deeply unsettling mood, and secretly ashamed of the sudden jolt of fear in his chest he had felt for just a nanosecond. But he quickly recovered. "Yeah, not to far now."
His deep voice said it evenly, caressing her with its, unbeknownst to him, sensual tone. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was her overflowing hormones, or maybe it was the most wonderful thing to ever cross those sexy lips of his.
The sound of Kagomes squeaking bike intensified as she attempted to go faster.
"Well, c'mon then! Stupid bike", she muttered more to herself then the others as she trampled on bravely on the rocky road making her bike seem very unstable from time to time. Inuyasha gave her a look but didn't dare say anything as she trampled to his side, aiming to get past him and forward to the promise he had sealed with the best revelation of the day. A bath.
"Lady Kagome seems to be in peril, my dear Sango, maybe she needs our aid"? Miroku said this almost merrily as he to quickened his steps near his beloved slayer. More or less the slayer of his heart considering how much she would smack him around for his unwanted attentions.
Sango gave the monk an unbelieving look. Only considering the meaning of his words for a moment before stating the obvious.
"I think it best to stay away for awhile monk. She is having a bad day it seems".
Miroku glanced at the miko who had now made her way to the front. From time to time when her bike would wobble he could bear witness of her whitening knuckles on the steering wheel and the scowl decorating her face.
"I think you are right, my dear Sango. We better leave her be".
Shippo seemed to be the only one not suffering today. Happily blinking his innocent eyes at his adored adopted mother, he was living the life. The basket of her bike was filled with all his treasures he had found today. They were mostly oddly looking rocks but there were also some herbs old Kaede had taught him had healing properties. Some for demons and some for humans. . Figuring he could use them later, when he was a big and powerful demon as well as a respected warrior- strong enough to protect Kagome and kick Inuyasha out of the picture, he had kept them.
Peeking over the edge of the basket and peering over the road ahead of them in a cute manner he unintentionally made Kagomes motherly feelings surface. She didn't even mind that he was currently standing on lovely Daisuke and the smiling face of his lover.
It was her number one, her favorite book, but she didn't mind. It was safe to assume that the little kit was her only weakness.
Well almost her only weakness.
"Kagome! You're bleeding!" Inuyasha suddenly shouted in her ear looking at her leg in an accusing manner. "Huh?", was her clever reply as she looked down at her abused and chained scraped ankle
But Kagome, in her distraction seemed to paddle on reflex. And unfortunately for her, the wind decided that "hey, what the heck" and gave her a slight puff to the right. Her bike wobbled and almost seemed to try to lift when it hit and extra nice big rock on the road. She yelped when she felt her rear lift from the seat and slide to the side making it's slightly pointed tip poke her harshly in her private area..
Shippo was quick and did the smart thing. He jumped before she crashed. But Inuyasha who was always quick in action was for once to surprised to instantly react. Only when his brain finally realized she was actually falling and was probably going to meet a pretty painful landing, did he spring to life.
He stepped forward and clumsily reached to steady her. But he was to late and she fell to the ground together with the sound of her faithful bike crashing harshly as it for the last time with it's shrilly squeaks whined, "Whyyyyyyy?", in a dramatic manner as it meet it's ultimate demise.
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They hurried to her side with worried faces while the little kit was clutching her shirt and asking her to wake up rather loudly.
The wheel of her bike was spinning helplessly on the ground creating a clicking sound adding to the mood a trickle of dread.
Kagome did not get up.
"Shit! Kagome, are you okay? Kagome?" Inuyasha bent down to pick her up and noticed something wet and slightly sticky in his hand currently holding her head.
'Fuck'
Oh, what a cruel world it was.
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AN: You know the feeling you get when you finally write something and you just want to upload it though you shouldn't? Cause you know that it could use some work but you just don't quite know what kind? And you are to stubborn or unwilling to get a beta?
I'm not all to happy with the outcome. But it's been so long since I wrote something and I feel as if I just need to practice more. Feel free to say what you thought of it and give a tip of two for the road. I want to finish the story this time, you know?
So far I've only picked on the other chapters a little now and then, but none of them are complete yet. So any tip or opinions before I post will be highly appreciated.
Thank you to all who read! Until next time my darlings!
Next chapter: Your Inner Rock!