AN: I'm back from the de-ad!!! Actually, I just finally found some time to start on this fic…lousy, good-for-nothing-devils (AKA, formally known as 'homework')…anyway, where was I? Oh yes, sorry for the really slow updation and enjoy the fic! Omoshiroku yonde kudasai! .
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It's like they say, everything happens for a reason, and Lady Luck holds all your luck. Of course, in my case, everything happens for a very lousy reason, and Lady Luck plays with my luck as if she was a toddler with a rubber ducky in bath in the middle of July. Sure every single girl around wishes that they were the ones who had the job to follow the most handsome guy around, and sure anyone sane would want this job by how much money it pays off and I'm sure that anyone that ever saw the amount would just faint by the pure bliss of the green piece of paper with their eyes shaped like dollar signs. I could just imagine the winged-moneys flying around them.
Well guess what?
Chasing a guy around knowing that he's your adopted brother and been held all the responsibility to control all the money bag given to me sucks. Believe me, if it wasn't for that one promise I made with my family, I would have gladly given up my job and went back to Tokyo. But alas, my family is counting on me, ya know?
Okay, so here I was in the cab with a girl who was forced to be a desk clerk and had her eyebrows shaven off – I mean had her eyebrows accidentally burn off and singing every country song you could think of every five minutes, and a total stranger on my other side who looks as if she had just came out of the horror movie. The hot pink eye shadow that brightened her magenta eyes and her choice of all black on her clothes didn't really brighten her personality much.
Why am I even here?
Because of my brother of course. Now, I may not know what Sano or Sango meant when she said 'He wiped out totally from a fringing Richter', but I sure know that it's not a good thing.
Now here I am in a cab with this sing-along desk clerk and a black stranger, on our way to the hospital with me having no idea what just happened. Oh yes, I just lo-ove my job…
Can't you tell?
Get A Life!
Chapter Four: It All Started With A Wipe Out
By Snowgirl AKA Sasari
I never once had a cold in my life. No, I'm not kidding and I'm still waiting for that ominous chicken pox that usually happens to everyone during their childhood. So why in the world do I always end up in the hospital even if I'm always in my most tip-top shape? Three guesses, I dare you.
"Miroku! You are such an idiot!"
I guess that just about sums up my situation here, and the funny thing is, I'm not angry at all.
"What is wrong with you?!"
Really I'm not.
"But Sango, you were so close, and I just woke up and well…what was I suppose to do but to follow my instinct and grab your-" The next thing I heard was some splashing sound and a loud 'bonk' from the inside of the hospital room, and here I was sitting patiently outside of all the mayhem, eating some strawberry Pocky. Everyone needs a comfort food once in awhile. There was Ayame still humming to the tune 'The Perfect Moment', but that was an exception.
I frowned when I realized that everything went silent after that loud 'bonk' in the white room.
"I wonder what's wrong…" I thought out loud, more of wanting that annoying hum to stop and for Ayame to answer, but the humming just got louder.
I turned my head to see her still humming rather annoyingly. She snapped her eyes open when I cleared my throat loudly, but still continued. I raised my eyebrows.
"Hmm, what? Hmm…hmm" She asked between her very annoying hums.
"Why are you, oh I don't know, stophumming?" I asked, more of a suggestion than a question.
Ayame just shrugged her shoulders.
"Just practicing I guess…hum…"
"Practicing? For what?" I asked as I raised my eyebrows.
"I have to practice if I want to be a singer…hum…"
I wouldn't have been able to answer her even if Sango didn't come out of the room with a very large looking vase in hand and I could see a distinct crack on the surface. This definitely did not bold well…for Miroku, I mean.
She grumbled something as she lowered the vase beside her and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the hallway. I could see that she was already pissed, so I didn't bother ask what was wrong.
"I guess…it's my turn…"
I could just feel her cold stare as I stood up and started to go into the hospital room. She was still staring even when I was fumbling with the door knob with the sweat that had somehow formed on my hand. "Err…excuse me?" She still kept on giving me this cold stare. My nerves reached the top and I swear I was getting really annoyed, what with Ayame singing now, yes, singing, not humming, to the tune of 'Yura, Yura', and getting some weird stares from the patients passing by and what with how Sango was eyeing me was making me even more quizzy.
"What?! Do I have a booger in my nose or something?!"
Sango backed up in her chair with an eyebrow raised, and believe me, it would have been a very comical pose for her if I wasn't annoyed right than. To my surprise and relief, she giggled which is a good sign for me.
"No…no, it's just…you better watch out for his hands…" Her amused look disappeared as a very dark look replaced her background.
"Err…why's that?"
"He might grope you…"
Now that was a shocker. Miroku, grope? I mean, I knew he liked to flirt, but I meant c'mon! Groping isn't exactly a good marking for a jock…
"Err…my brother? Grope? I don't think so…and besides, even if he does grope, which I seriously doubt, I'm his sis-I mean 'adopted' sister, remember?" I asked, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. I saw Sango pause for a second before taking in the detail.
"Oh yeah-…but still, you better warn your…friend…there." She said, nodding her head towards Ayame's direction, who was already causing a raucous from her very loud singing.
"Umm…yeah, but…did he really grope you?" I asked trying to ignore the human juke box. Sango distinctly nodded. "Yeah, why? Is it a new thing for him now?" She asked sarcastically, showing that she really doubted what she had just said.
"Probably…" I mumbled, trying to think of a practical reason for this weird assumption.
"What?"
"I mean, I know my 'brother' flirt with girls a lot, but I never once, in my entire life, saw him grope anyone…he must really like you…"
Sango gave me a disgusted look.
"No way!...I must have a big butt or something…"
"Err…" I didn't know what to say to that, since I couldn't decide if it was her low self-esteem or if she just loved her body too much, but by how she looked a little bummed out and seemed to pout, I chose the first reason over the second.
"I-I'm sure he just…likes you…yeah…"
She just shook her head and nodded to Ayame's direction.
"Was she ever groped by him?" I would have asked her to ask Ayame herself, but by how Ayame seemed to be preoccupied, I guess she had a good reason to ask me instead of her.
"I…don't think so…I think they only met when Ayame was behind the front desk, so even Miroku wanted to grope her, he wouldn't have been able to do just that." There was a moment's silence, excluding Ayame's singing which scared away all the passerby, thinking that she was a nut or something, before I decided to break it.
"Well, I'm going in…" I said as I began to turn the knob to the side. But than I snapped my head back and brought my other hand up to my forehead, saluting to the both of them. "Wish me luck for the ownership of my virginity, captain!" I swear the look they both gave me was hilarious before they started to burst out laughing hysterically. Of course, it got louder when I fiddled with the door knob for second, but I got in, rather embarrassingly.
"Sango, I - !" Was the first thing Miroku said as I came in, obviously thinking that it was Sango and not me. After some staring he replied in this really dull tone and looked away. "Oh…it's you." Was his oh-so-caring response.
"Glad to know that you cared, Priest." I shut the door closed and made sure that no one was listening.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked as he saw me lean my head on the door and listening for something.
"Just wanted to make sure…you really like her don't you?" I asked as I began to make my way to the chair next to the bed he was in. He just smirked.
"Is it so obvious?"
"It is if you grope her."
Miroku sighed, an obvious annoyed tone to it. "She told you, didn't she?"
I nodded. "I didn't know you were so forward, Miroku." I said smirking. Now I knew that he didn't do it purposely or whatever, but it was just so funny seeing the huge bump on his head.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I didn't do it on purpose. I just woke up with her butt in front of my face."
I frowned.
"Why in the world would she be in that position?"
"Don't ask me, she could have been arranging the flowers or something." He said in a bored tone. I remembered the vase and saw the mark on the wooden desk on the other side of his bed where the vase could have been before she…did the-you-know-what to you-know-who. Obviously, pure reflex proves science that the first thing you see is the first thing you grab and hit with if anyone touches you in the most unwanted spots. That's when I noticed his left hand. It was covered in a purple cast.
Miroku looked back as he heard the loud clearing of my throat. "What?"
I led my eyes to his cast. "Explain?" It was more of a command than a question, but I said it slowly as if he was a child. He sighed nonetheless.
"Look, it was only for fun."
"Fun?"
"Yeah, I mean, the waves were huge, man!"
It wasn't what I wanted him to explain, but I got sidetracked anyway.
"Wait a minute, you know how to surf?"
The silence was enough to tell me 'no'.
"You are such a moron…"
"Hey! I needed practice if I was ever challenged to surf the Atlantic Ocean or something!" He defended.
"In the dark? At night?"
"I could be challenged to surf at night in the Pacific Ocean!"
I shook my head with a very sarcastic look on my face.
"Glad to see you care about your job for once, but in other words, you mean you didn't want to chicken out in front of the guys, now did you?"
"Well actually, Inuyasha challenged me for who could surf the-"
"It's a good thing we're taking a vacation…where are the guys anyways?" I cut his sentence short, not wanting to hear about that guy. In my mind, I had already written his name five times on my mental list of 'To-kill', and he had just made his sixth time.
He shrugged.
"Probably in their beach house or something. They already visited."
"Well at least you answered my question last question…"
"What do you mean by that?" He retorted.
"I mean, you still didn't explain about that!" I said as I pointed at the purple cast on his left hand.
"What do you mean? I already explained to you about why-?
"But why?"
"Huh?" He asked dumbfounded.
"Why in the world do you have a purple cast?"
He widened his eyes.
"Ohhhh- that…I don't know, I just like purple, didn't you know that?" He asked, as if it was obvious.
"…let me guess, you had your ways with the nurse, huh?" I asked sarcastically.
"Actually, the surgeon was a woman. And if you excuse me, would you step outside, since it's about time for the nurse to bring some lunch." He said as right on cue, the nurse came in with a tray full of pies. Yeah, you heard me right, pies.
"Oh…fine, whatever…" I said as I made my way out of the room. As I stepped out of the room, I heard Miroku shout "Give my best love to Sango!", and the nurse ask in a rather rejected tone, "Who's Sango". Yup, that was Miroku all right, his bone broken, but his spirit too high up for any damage at all. Darn him.
When I stepped out, the two girls were already in a deep conversation and I heard bits and pieces about songs and future careers before I got fid up with it.
"Listen, are you guys hungry? Because I sure am." I asked, but to no avail, they just ignored me.
"So you want to be a singer?" Sango asked.
"Yeah, I mean, I always did like singing and all." Ayame also ignored and replied.
I sighed. "Fine, it's on me."
"Are you hungry, cause I sure am." Sango immediately piped up.
"Yeah, me too!" Ayame followed along.
I sighed. Does it seem to anyone else that I'm used too often?
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"So you guys met on the internet?" I asked as I chewed on my coconut pie. Sure hospital food could sometime be a bit crappy, but this pie thing sure beat any food I ever tasted. Sango nodded as she gulped down some pumpkin pie.
"Yeah, it was some sport network, I don't really remember."
"So how are you associated to this?" Ayame, for once didn't sing, and asked with a mouthful of strawberry pie.
"I'm Inuyasha's beautiful assistant." Sango said doing a very dramatic, glamorous pose. The only response she got was our dumbfounded looks. "Okay, okay, I'm his partner in other words." We hummed in agreement.
"How long have you guys known each other?" I really needed to know if Miroku had just contacted that daredevil for a practical joke, or if he had really somehow outsmarted my security policy with the competitors and slipped through my fingers without me realizing it.
"Oh, we've know each other since his first challenge." In other words, for years.
"Who's the other guys, then?" Ayame asked while I was trying to absorb what Sango had just said.
"Umm, you haven't met anyone else yet, have you? Well, there is Kikyo, who kind of looks like Kagome. She's just a rich daddy's girl really; she just likes to follow Inuyasha around. She really doesn't like any girl close to him, including me. There's Kouga, he's Inuyasha's number one rival, but they do get along really well…though they'll never admitted."
"Cool, so you guys-"
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- there she is! That means Miroku's here too!"
You know what I hate about girlish girls? Every time I here that familiar scream, I know that somehow, I just blown my cover. So we all turned around in our seats to see who had cut out Ayame's sentence, to see some rabid fan girls, and I swear, they were one of the wildest fan girls I had ever seen. I mean those make-ups with those Hawaiian mini-skirts? Hmm…
"Oh crud." I muttered as the girls pointed towards me, screamed, got into a huddle, screamed, and raced to the staircase, all the while screaming. Sango, who knew about show business and the important consequences of what might happen when you blow your cover, sighed.
"Who're they?"
I turned to Ayame and looked at her as if it was so obvious. She met my wide-eyed stare. "What-?! It's my first time with some celebrity!" She pouted. You know, I would have gotten the hint that this had something to do with her loud humming, but I was obviously too caught up in the moment to notice. Besides, what would you do if there were rabid fan girls that was surely going to ruin your already bad vacation, running loose in the hospital for goodness's sake?!
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"You got to help me!"
"How am I suppose to help you when I'm not even there?!"
"But they're going to tear the whole place down if we don't get out of here-!"
Sure, call me a baby if you'd like, but would there be any better way when some rabid fan girls are forcing themselves into the apartment? It was hard enough getting out of the hospital, but it was hard enough getting out of the hotel when the fan girls found out where we were staying a week later. I mean seriously, is there some sort of a fan girl black market that sell information or something?!
"Okay, you'll have to choose thought…" Sango muttered on the other line on my cell phone.
"What do you mean…AHHHH!" I screamed as I paced myself and looked out the window.
"What are you screaming about?!"
"The fan girls! They got inside the apartment! I saw them from the window! They spotted me! WE'RE DOOMED!!!"
"Calm yourself woman!"
"Doomed I tell you! Doomed!!!"
"Okay, when you get out of their, you can come over to my place!"
"…But…isn't that where you other friends are staying too?"
"Do you honestly care right now?!"
"…"
"Good, I'll be waiting at noon."
"Wait a sec, how am I suppose to…" There was a loud beep as the line went dead. "Hello?"
"You are out of battery. Please recharge. You are out of battery. Please recharge." The same thing repeated over and over again.
"Oh crap!"
"Something wrong?" Miroku asked from the bed he was sitting on with a bored look. I immediately turned on him.
"This is all your fault!"
" Battery dead?" Miroku ignored my outburst.
"If you hadn't broken your wrest, we would have never been in this situation to begin with!"
"Why don't you just use the hotel telephone?" He said as he pointed towards the yellow receiver on the nightstand.
"Are you kidding me?! It might be bugged!"
"Oh now that's just-"
"MIROKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Me and Miroku screamed as a loud bang came from outside our room door and as if it was an explosion, a loud scream echoed from the hallway. After I realized what just happened, I turned on Miroku with a skeptical look.
"Did you just…scream?"
Miroku frowned at me.
"I have no idea what you're talking-"
"Hi guys!" An anonymous voice broke in.
"SHIT!!!" Miroku swore as he fell from the bed and I tripped on the carpet. I heard a light snicker as I got up grudgingly.
"I didn't scare you, now did I?" It was Ayame.
Miroku and I both stared at her blankly before we both exploded with questions.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down, I can only take one question at a time!" Ayame backed up with her hands shielded before her.
"How the hell did you get in here?!" We both shouted in unison.
"Oh, you didn't know about the secret entrance in the closet? I've been working here long enough to find out that this place once used to be a fun house!" She answered rather cheerfully. We just stared blankly at her. Fun house? Secret entrance in the closet?
"What do you guys do at night?" I heard Miroku mumble in fear.
"Oh just pack up and let's get moving! My boss didn't send me to talk to you guys and he won't be happy if he finds out that the fan girls are still in his hotel. Now chop, chop!" She cried like a mother and clapped, practically enjoying all the power she held before us. Obeying, we picked up our already packed up belongings and quickly followed her to the closet. I noticed a slight opening from the back wall as some lights cracked through the opening. I was getting a bad headache.
"Okay, now follow me." She whispered as we squeezed through the narrow opening of the secret entrance and tip-toed through the concrete hallway. Halfway through the maze, I heard a loud bang from the room we were in. Obviously the girls were so desperate that they didn't care if they would have to pay for the collapsed door.
"Ayame!" I whispered urgently.
"What?!" She whispered back, obviously also hearing the bang and ignoring the flickering lights above her, which made everything else even more ominous.
"Did you close the spinning door to the secret entrance?"
"What? I though you did!"
"…"
"Eek! I found a secret entrance in the closet guys!"
As we heard the chattering screams from behind us, we all started to run, not caring if we scraped our elbows on the narrow walls.
"Don't stop until we're outside!" Miroku yelled and on cue there were more screams and more loud footsteps hot on our trail. Bad move for Miroku, since his voice just confirmed that rabid fan girls that we were in the secret entrance.
"C'mon! This way!" Ayame yelled as I spotted a small light from far into the cave-like hallway. This was just like that escape scene from those survival movies where there was a small circle of light in the darkness and that was the escape, but when you step out, you fall into a waterfall or something. I just hope it's nothing like that.
Just as we were closing in on the small opening, I noticed that ground was getting softer and when I looked down, I noticed that as we were slowly closing in on the opening, the concrete floor was slowly getting covered by sands.
"Ayame!" I yelled as I panted since I was holding most of the luggage and she had none.
"What?!" She yelled just a step ahead of me.
"Where does this lead us to?!"
"I think the beach!"
"What?!" Miroku and I both yelled.
"Stop complaining…THEY'RE GAINING ON US!" She yelled. I turned my head around and true to her words; I could just make out the figures of some girls dashing madly behind us, yelling 'My love' and other stuff like that.
"Kami help us…" I muttered.
"We're getting closer!" As she yelled this, the whole place suddenly exploded with light and I was forced to squint since my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness.
"Quick! The van's over there!" Miroku yelled whose eyes had already adjusted to the sun a bit quicker than mine and pointed towards the sport's van we had parked a little way towards the street. Not caring how the sand was getting into my sandals, we dashed head on passed the oncoming traffic and ignored the yells and shouts from the people on the beach, all the while hearing the same screams from the rabid fan girls, who was still following us.
As was headed towards the van, a car drove right passed us, almost driving passed my feet if I hadn't stepped back out of pure instinct.
"Watch it bud!" Ayame yelled and we ignored the red light as we crossed the street. I heard some car horns and the girls behind us shout for Miroku but we barely made it towards the van with our necks. Running down the street towards the van, the screams subsided and we literally dived towards the van, throwing our luggage in first. Without question I threw myself on the driver's seat and Miroku dived onto the couch, puffing and panting. No challenge was ever more dramatic than a getaway from his fans.
As I started to start the engine, Ayame instead begin to open the van door.
"What are you doing?! We're leaving!" I shouted through the loud engine.
"No, you guys are, not me! I work here remember? I only led you to safety!" She replied stubbornly and closed the door behind her, not even saying a good bye.
"But-" Before I could call for her back, I heard a loud scream and the same Ayame barged into the van again, banging it close and leaned on the door, puffing and panting.
"-The rabid fan girls are still out there…" I continued.
"I noticed that." Ayame gasped, but than started to whine. "What am I suppose to do?! I still have to work!" But before she can whine more, I turned a dangerous V-turn in the narrow space between the buildings and caused her and Miroku to literally fly throughout the van.
"What are you doing?!"
"Out of my way!!!"
You notice that I got the crazy drive technique from Miroku, right?
"Kagome!" Ayame whined. "What about the hotel!"
"Forget it." I heard Miroku sigh and saw him through the rearview mirror smirk, and make himself even more comfortable on the couch. "I think you're stuck with us, babe."
Seeing the look on Ayame's face, I made another V-turn again to throw Miroku off the couch. Ayame mouthed a thank you after she got up from under the fruit basket.
This was going to be one crazy vacation…
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…not that it already wasn't…
AN: Well, here it is, not much to say except I have to work on 'Street Rat' now. Oh and by the way, if you liked this chapter, you'll like the next chapter even more. I think the title's going to be 'Tis the Season to Pull Pranks' or something, but basically in the line of revenge. ;) This is going to be good…mwahahahaha!
P.S There'll be some Kagome/Inuyasha fluff in the later chapters, I'm working on it! The first fic I did 'Thou Shall Not Hate Winter' was a bit…forward…since Inuyasha obviously had a thing for her from the very first time they met, so I think I'll take this as slow and steady as I can…but than again, I'm not exactly a patient person myself….'''