Here's a small conversation between me and my mom the other day via text messaging.
Me: "We're out of cheese."
Mom: "Have you talked to your father about groceries?"
Me: "Noo…"
Mom: "Why haven't you?"
Me: "I'm lazy."
Mom: "Get unlazy."
Me: "But that requires work and I happen to also be a procrastinator. Maybe tomorrow."
Mom: "Go hungry then."
Me: "But-but my cheese! I need it to make my bacon-cheese-peanut butter-strawberry-blueberry-banana sandwich!"
#five minutes later#
Mom: "You are a sick child."
Me: ":D I'm your sick child."

Same anime ages

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Weakness: Through the Well

"You know, if you weren't an enemy, I'd probably let you meet my family, just to see their reactions to meeting you."

He hadn't know what possessed him to jump into the old well, was it because of the faint pulsing magic he felt in it's depths? Lavender-gray eyes narrowed as he drew closer to the bottom of the well, eyes easily taking in the sight of the bones of dead youkai, there long passed. His bare feet had only touched the damp ground for only a moment before he felt a swell in magic around his person. The bottom of the well disappeared as he continued to fall - more like float - down through a blue -river-looking stream of magic.

His breath hitched a few times as he took in what his surrounding looked like, having never quite seen anything like this before in his created existence. Looking up to where he had first jumped into the well, he watched as not only did the opening of the well draw away, but he say it close from that end, preventing others from going through the magic until the well was used again. Feeling his feet touch solid ground again, Hakudoshi noticed the blue stream of magic disappear as the well came into his immediate view.

Eyes remained passive and blank, though a spark of curiosity was hidden in them as he looked up and noticed a wooden structure built around and above the well. 'What the—' Hakudoshi paused in his thinking when he felt his mind as empty, the presence that Naraku had when able to know what Hakudoshi was doing seemingly had vanished.

Glancing around the well bottom, his eyes hardened as they showed his weariness. How could a measly well cut him off from Naraku so completely? His small hands clenched into fists as he looked in front of his person again, just noticing a robe ladder leading to the top of the well. A smirk wormed its way onto his mouth, his nose easily telling him that it had been the same miko that had hugged him in the forest to use it last.

Resting one hand on the ladder, Hakudoshi began to make his climb upwards quickly and efficiently, the hop part of his face and head peering over the worn lip of the well when he reached the top. He eyed the wooden stairs making their way up to a wooden shoji door, the ever so small windows - if they could be called that - confirmed to him that it had been the same time where he previously was.

Looking around the shed curiously, Hakudoshi climbed over the worn lip of the well, wary of what he might come face to face with once he left the small wooden structure. The walk up the stairs had been made quick, Hakudoshi's hand rested on the edge of the door, fingers curling around it slightly as he slid the door open. His first reaction was, 'What happened to the clearing he had been in?' The first action was his hands flying up to his nose as the horrid smell - pollution - reached his nose. He might not have demon attributes such as claws or pointed ears - though his hair and eye color tended to say otherwise, but that doesn't mean he didn't have the senses of one.

His eyes closed themselves tightly, the smell was powerful enough to nearly bring tears to his eyes, a sneeze sounded from his frame in an effort to rid the smell from his nose unsuccessfully, but with some gain. Opening one eye irritably, part of a familiar tree trunk came into the line of his peripheral vision. Opening the other eyes - and keeping his hands over his nose - Hakudoshi turned his head to look at the tree the miko was sitting under earlier.

A black head of hair settled itself against the trunk of the Goshinboku tree, tears easily blending in with the rain as the heavy downpour easily made its way though the tree's canopy and onto the young miko. Her eyes remained closed as the rain pelted her, even under the canopy, the rain shifting with the wind , giving it the perfect slant.

It stood there, with the same missing part of the bark, yet there was something different about it, something he was unable to put his finger on. The sun was a little ways above the horizon now, the door of the house next to him opened, but he paid it no mind as he continued to stare at the tree quizzically. There was a peaceful brief silence, the wind blew and a few leaves fell onto the shrine grounds, before, "Youkai!!"

Hakudoshi's head whipped to the side, to the general source of the sound, hands falling away from his nose as he saw an old man running towards him with a broom waving in the air. He blinked curiously, not feeling at all threatened by the elderly human, easily moving out of the way when the broom came at him, dodging a sutra the old man tried to plaster on his person.

Growing irritated with these pathetic attempts, Hakudoshi leapt out of the old man's way and into the branches of the Goshinboku, "Annoying old fool." Hakudoshi stared at the old man from his perch in the tree, watching him pant for breath, a younger woman with shorter hair came out the door the old man left open. She looked at him worriedly curious, "Father, what are you yelling about? Were you chasing Buyo around again?"

He was surprised to see that that woman looked remarkably like the young miko, only with a different eye color and shorter hair. He listened as the old man explained his looks to the woman who nodded, not really believing the old man, but going along anyway. A three colored cat - Buyo - came to sit by the small fence that surrounded the base of the Goshinboku, green eyes staring up at him in his perch in the canopy, camouflaged by the leaves.

"But there was this white demon child!" the woman nodded her head, pushing the old man back into the house, "Yes, I'm sure there was. Why don't you lay down? I'm sure Kagome won't mind sweeping the shrine when she wakes up." Hakudoshi's eyes narrowed at the name, wasn't that the miko that traveled with Inuyasha?

Staying up in his perch, the white child took the time to observe the shrine that he had been brought to via the well, noting the shed that he had come from, and the large hut that resided next to the tree that he was in, eyes critical. He could feel the energies of the two people that he had just seen, another more weaker one - a three being human - before Hakudoshi could sense the sleeping energy that was the miko of the ragtag group hunting Naraku. A smirk graced his lips, 'So this is where she lives.'

The calico cat the sat at the base of the tree began tentively scratching at it, all the while staring up at him, ears perched forward, eyes almost hopeful. Hakudoshi gave the cat a deadpanned look, not even affecting the feline as it continued to stare up at him, clover eyes locked with lavender-gray. Buyo readjusted her paws on the small white fence around the base of the Goshinboku, tail slowly moving back and forth as she stared at the white child.

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Souta came out of the house about an hour later, Buyo's food dish in hand - full of food - as he looked for the family pet. His stormy blue eyes widened when he found the cat, just not expecting to find the feline with a white child. The child - Hakudoshi - had no expression on his face as the cat continued to purr under his hand's ministrations. Souta was at a loss of words, watching the white child pick up Buyo and walk towards him, "I take it that this… cat is yours?"

Blank lavender-gray eyes met his blue ones, sending shivers down his spine. Souta inwardly shuddered before looking over his shoulder at the door he had just exited. His blue eyes looked back at the white child in front of him holding Buyo, "Y-yeah, Buyo is the f-family cat." He swallowed nervously, wondering at his sanity at the next question, "Would you like to come inside? You look like someone Kagome would know…"

Hakudoshi felt his eyes light up with a hint of mischief, he could use this as leverage over the miko should this be her home. He set the cat back on its feet, not surprised at all when it continued to purr and rub up against his leg before going to twine itself with the other boy's legs, "I would… like that, granted that your grandfather, I believe, doesn't try to attack me again."

Souta groaned at his grandfather's actions, not at all surprised, "Okay, follow me."

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Stormy blue eyes opened roughly two hours later, the sun high enough in the sky to let her know that it was going on into the afternoon. 'How long have I been asleep? When I came back through the well, every one had gone to bed. I must have worried them so much or they might have been expecting me to return today.' Kagome thought to herself as she sat up in bed, comforter pooling in her lap.

This sparked another question in the young miko's mind, 'Do they even know that I'm even here?'

Looking over at the door by the foot of her bed, she watched as the knob turned and the door opened to reveal her mother's smiling face, amusement dancing beneath her happy hazel eyes. Kagome looked at her mother, a small smile on her face. Her mother returned it. "Good, you're up Kagome. One of your friends from Feudal Era arrived early this morning. And I must day, he is a darling little thing!"

The smile slipped a bit from Kagome's mouth, a friend came from the Feudal Era? Her eyes must've explained it all, her mother looked at her curiously, "Oh! You didn't know? He is quite the child, all dressed in white with - I must say - unusual lavender-gray eyes! Your grandfather went after him this morning, but Souta brought him inside to introduce him to us. Though he never gave us his name, he said that you would know him by site though, for us to not worry."

'At least that answers my question if they know I'm here or not, but isn't only Inuyasha and myself able to travel across the well?' Kagome looked down momentarily, 'Mom said that he is all dressed in white, and apparently a child with lavender-gray eyes. The only person I know with those features would have to be—'

"Hakudoshi!" Kagome looked at her mother, quite startled. How had Hakudoshi even been able to travel through the well? How had he even found out about its existence?! Had Inuyasha been sitting by the well, unknowingly giving the incarnation of Naraku clues about where she lived?! Her mother smiled a bit wider, "So he was right, you do know him. Why don't you get dressed so I can bring him up here to talk to you, hm?"

Kagome stared at the closed door to her bedroom, what was Hakudoshi even doing in her home! The young miko got out of bed, not even bothering to go to her closet to find some clothes to change into, simply going to the desk on the other side of the room opposite her bed to get the brush to brush her hair. She hat in the office chair wearily despite the fact she had been able to get a good nights rest in her own bed that night.

She set the brush back onto the desk, deep in thought, vaguely noticing that the door opened until she heard the 'click' of it closing once again. Her blue eyes widened at the white child smirking at her from his position in front of her closed door. Watching his every movement the best to her ability, she sat in the office chair as she approached her more closely, legs well within reach of his finger - his hands to rest on them.

"Are you going to try to kill me or not Hakudoshi?" Kagome moved her head to the side, exposing the left side of her neck as she stared at the white child's lavender eyes.

Lavender-gray eyes looked to the side of the miko's neck that he had rested his blade so close to the night before, no ear had radiated off of her then, yet it was starting to overwhelm his senses now, his pulse sped up as a predatory gleam sharpened his young eyes, the shadows on his face darker than before as a smirk formed on his face. Out of his peripheral vision, he took note of her grip tightening on the handle of the brush in her possession.

Climbing onto the miko's lap - starling her in the process, her blue eyes growing wide with confusion, a small sound leaving her throat as a reaction, knuckles turning white as her grip tightened on the brush's handle instinctively - Hakudoshi wrapped his arms the best he could around her, one hand in her hand, the other in between her shoulder blades.

His lavender eyes grew deadly as one of her hands traveled to his hair and the other resting on his back between his shoulder blades.

The hand in her hair twirled a few strands as his chin rested on the shoulder opposite it, a smirk still on his lips, eyes ever so predatory as he looked at her raven black hair, before closing his eyes, "Doesn't this seem oh so familiar Kagome? You do remember, don't you? It was only last night that you held me nearly the exact same way."

His small hands gripped the wet - soaked - sleeves on the upper portions of her arms, mouth in an angry scowl as he felt her rest her chin on his shoulder, opposite the hand in his soaked white hair. Hakudoshi's eyes widened fractionally as he felt her fingers run the best they could through his hair, despite the fact that it was probably impossible with the downpour.

Kagome's blue eyes glared the best she could at him from the corner of her eyes, hand slightly shaking in anger as she felt her arm locked between his small body and her own. She knew exactly what he was talking about, she remembered all too well how she had hugged him, still cursing herself for rambling and even thinking that he could understand the stress she had been going through, all the doubts she has, he wouldn't understand living two completely different lives at the same time!

Hakudoshi felt her slightly move her head, nose slightly in his hair…

Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt him move his head like she had done the night before, his nose slightly ing her hair, she could feel his smirking lips just barely brush against the side of her neck, jaw tightening before she felt it quiver every now and then. Her eyes closed as she tried her best to regulate her breathing, body also starting to shiver - making her question if it was because of the cold or something else entirely.

The white child in her lap moved her hands to her pajama-clothed shoulders, moving his head until he rested his forehead against hers, the - contrasting - hairs of each of them mixing as the white child had his eyes closed, face now devoid of anything - even the smirk he wore earlier just to taunt her. Blue eyes reopened as Kagome - her body managed to pause in its shivering - stared at the child that she had never thought of as anything other than an enemy curiously. What was he doing?

The black-haired miko's hand came to rest on the white-haired child's shoulder - over the arm of the hand that the brush was being held in - feeling his muscles temporarily tense before they relaxed when he deemed her not a threat at the particular moment. His body quivered before he gave a shuddering sigh, this place was peaceful, yes, but it wasn't the same as the Feudal Era - the place where he was used to living, and where he was… made for the lack of better words.

His reopened his eyes, blank lavender-gray meeting confused blue as Hakudoshi stared at the miko whose forehead he was resting his against. It almost felt like minutes had passed - it was most likely true - but even now, a void staying in the white child's chest as he stayed there, this place where the miko of his incarnation's enemy lived. This place wasn't for him.

Slowly, Hakudoshi climbed off of the miko, giving her room a once over in feigned curiosity, mind trying to make him believe in the false sense of security that he want to live in, before he turned his back to the miko in the chair, "Take me back to where I belong. As much as this place intrigues me, my true place is with Naraku, as your enemy…."

Kagome swallowed as she heard the words Hakudoshi spoke to her, sure she was angry that he had his back to her, but that didn't matter right now, so any anger that had flared inside of her had just about dies with the truth of his words. She licked her lips anxiously, "All right. Let me get dressed and then I can take you back."

Hakudoshi closed his eyes, listening as she got up, warily watching him though it was pointless since he stood there like a statue. As much as he wanted to stay, he couldn't. sooner or later Naraku would question him where he was and why the link between their minds had been severed and if it had been the miko's doing.

He was going to keep this place at the back of his mind, locked away and undetectable to the evil hanyou. If he hadn't been her enemy, he would have wanted nothing more than to stay here with her family, however that was not the case, and he was her enemy, and incarnation of him to be exact. Guilty by association.

"I'm ready." Hakudoshi glanced over his shoulder to see the miko in clothing not dissimilar to what she usually wore when with Inuyasha and all of them. He nodded, opening the door, hearing her socked footsteps behind him. He paid the family no mind, almost feeling as if this was some sort of a death sentence as they made their way to the well house.

Fin

Well, there you guys go. I was hoping to finish this, like what, Wednesday? Unfortunately, I didn't and all, but I managed to finish it. Yay! And on a more random note, I smashed the face of my favorite watch and my best friends are most likely pissed at me, but its my mom's fault for not bringing me to the mall on time - leading me to not go, because of this "time issue" I have. Hope you like this one shot by the way! And life must have something against me because my middle finger on my right hand (that just so happens to be my dominate hand) is swollen.