Summary: Cinderella AU.
Pairings (Main ones): Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango.
Disclaimer: Just for funzies.
Warnings: Let's just say everything.
I haven't updated in a very long time… I know.
Very sorry. -sadface- Forgiveness pl0x?
Inuyasha in Cinderella
Chapter 4
Kagome released her hand on her shawl to lock the door behind herself. She balanced the basket resting on her other arm carefully, while glancing over the list her dear, wretchedly wonderful, stepfather had handed to her. Along with an abnormally long list of fresh ingredients she needed to buy for that night's dinner, he had shooed her out with the orders to also get her chores done after the shopping. Chores that normally took from sunup to sundown to complete.
Kagome scowled, a dark cloud settling over her head as she unconsciously crumpled the note in her hand. How she loved her stepfather.
Miroku trailed a feather teasingly over Inuyasha's nose. Watching half-amused as Inuyasha gave a snort, and a small wheeze as he ran a hand over his nose, before rolling over and continuing to sleep. Grin widening enough to begin to resemble a smirk, Miroku reached into his wide sleeves and pulled out a calligraphy brush, as a evil glint entered his eyes. Holding the brush with a delicate flourish, he gracefully held hs sleeve up with his other hand as he satisfied his urge for revenge on the half-demon. Finally satisfied with his work, he straightened to admire the graceful lines.
"Serves you right, you lazy bastard." He snarked, feeling more than pleased with himself, and only giving a small start when Inuyasha sat up rubbing his eye blearily, lightly smudging the still slightly wet ink around his eye.
"Is that you Miroku?" Inuyasha murmured around a jaw-cracking yawn and ink-smeared hand. Miroku sweatdropped as he quickly hid the brush discretely behind his back, praying Inuyasha wouldn't notice the ink on his hand or on his face for that matter, until Miroku had made his getaway and was far far away. Preferably far enough away to avoid the massacre that was set to follow.
"Miroku at your service!" He chimed nervously as he slowly edged away, all the while giving his best impression of innocence.
"Hn?" Inuyasha grunted suspiciously as he eyed Miroku with rapidly narrowing eyes, not completely awake still. Miroku gave an easy grin that slowly grew larger as he fought not to laugh and made his excuse to escape his now panda-eyed friend, "Um.. I-ah, I.. coughcan'tlaughcan'tlaughcough.. I need to go see some ladies! That's right! I need to go see…uh..gotta go!" He chirped as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him away.
Inuyasha blinked as Miroku zoomed off to wherever he was headed before shrugging and deciding that Miroku was simply put. Insane.
Yawning again, he got to his feet to start towards the kitchens for a bite to eat, he felt loads better after his little nap, humming a little to himself. "Nothing can ruin my day now," he murmured cheerfully to himself as he walked past the garden pond, scratching his arm still in a pleasant daze from his nap. He was going to be out of this place in no time, so that meant no Inuyasha which meant no ball which meant no marriage and that meant no naggy irritating wife on his back for the rest of his life.
Inuyasha slowed down as his thoughts turned a bit dark. His plan was all good and well but if by chance something went wrong, it would mean a very pissed off Sesshoumaru to deal with if Inuyasha ever got caught. As the thought away as soon as it formed it was brushed off. Sesshoumaru was always getting pissy whenever his tail got in a twist, that had never changed from their childhood. He continued on his way to the kitchens, man, he was getting hungry.
Resisting the increasing urge to whistle, brought on by his sudden good mood, Inuyasha froze as he heard his name called out in a despairingly familiar frigid tone of voice. Turning around, scowl planted on his face now, he snarled, "What do you want."
Before said scowl promptly slip as he stared at older half-brother's expression. He could have almost sworn that Sesshoumaru's eye just twitched. Inuyasha dropped his gaze to see the little toad thing that followed his older brother around, gawking him with eyes the size of teacups, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"Well?" He snapped, scowl deepening once more, as his brother's face turned even more icy than before, if that was even possible. "Fear of marriage is understandable little brother, but your childish antics are degrading and is completely unacceptable for one of our station and line. Do wash your face Inuyasha." He sneered in disdain, turning to walk away, Jyaken following in a stumble as its face was still turned towards Inuyasha in an open stare.
Inuyasha's brow furrowed as he tried to catch a gist of what his brother had been saying.
"Wash my face?" He repeated to himself, as he took the few steps to reach the pond's edge and peer into it's clear surface. His face darkened even as it turned red from embarrassment and anger.
"MIROKU!"
Somewhere, not so far away yet far enough to escape immediate physical harm, Miroku whistled a cheerful tune as he strolled away.
