"Unbelievable!"
Sango couldn't even respond (half in shock, half still mute).
Ayame was in a very quiet mode.
"I can't believe this!" I bursted, again, flipping down another photograph on the coffee table. You could say I was purely disgusted. All over the floor, coffee table, and the couch were bunches of pictures taken by Ayame…I mean Ayi, who had returned just an hour ago (with a nice tan if I may say so).
I had no idea what was going to happen when she gave me the already produced photographs.
"Three hours. I mean three freaking hours and what happens?!" I banged my fist on the table, but soon after that I pulled my sore fist back and blew on it in pain.
"What?" Ayame asked in an unusually small voice.
"This!" I pointed to all the pictures on the table. "I mean, how can they possibly ask so many girls on a date in three stinking hours?!"
Sango scrunched her nose.
Ayame just looked down with a flushed face.
I was so disgusted. I shook my head. "Sango, I know you can't speak right now, but Ayame…how can you be so quiet in a time like this?! They are playing with our fellow, quite stupid but naïve, female species!" I shouted. "They're playboys!...not that we didn't know that or anything, but…"
Ayame looked a bit squirmy, but it could have been her orchard hair that made her look so innocent. "It's just…"
"What?" I closed in with one eye sharper than the other on her. "Are you hiding something?"
"…"
"Well?"
"…"
I was getting really annoyed. "Well?!"
"It's just…" Suddenly, Ayame clasped both cheeks with her hands and blushed a few shades of red. "I just can't believe I actually took pictures of them…from behind an ice cream stand even…I feel so…spy-ish!"
I exchanged glances with Sango, who had backed up on the couch in front of us. She gave me an odd glance and nodded. I mouthed 'mood-swing' while Ayame was still looking down, but she had this invisible antenna on her head that I could never see.
She immediately looked up as soon as Sango nodded and glared at Sango then me. "What did you say?"
I looked at her innocently. "Nothing! Nothing…" I glanced down at the table again so she couldn't see the guilt in my eyes, since I wasn't your best liar in the world…that was when I spotted something…
"Hey!" I exclaimed with wide eyes down at one of the pictures.
"What?" Ayame followed my gaze, as did Sango. "What is it?"
I reached for the particularly disturbing picture with shaking hands. I pulled the photograph up close to my face.
It was another same picture; Inuyasha and the others with some girls in bikini, whispering who-knows-what in their ears. They were standing in front of the ice cream stand Ayame was near to, so she was relatively close to them. It looked as if she had taken the picture in a not-so-obvious fashion, since half of Miroku's head was sort of cut off. She was probably pretending to drink a pop or something, since the camera was obviously set on a beach table with a beach umbrella over it. The weird part was how she wasn't the only one spying…
"Look at this." I hissed as I showed the picture to Ayame and Sango, who were leaning in. "Look at the right part of the picture."
There it was. A gaijin (foreign) man with blondish hair that reached to his neck. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes because he was taking a picture of something…and the camera was directly aimed at the photograph Ayame had taken. It wouldn't have looked so suspicious if he wasn't so hidden in the shadows and looked as if he wanted to be unidentified.
"What the…" Ayame frowned. "I didn't see him when I took that picture…"
"Holy crud…" I whispered. "He was spying on you!"
She was taken aback by this. "No way! You're obviously over exaggerating this whole thing. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all this…" But she still had a really worried look.
Suddenly, the wall-phone rang, nearly making all of us fall on our heads.
"Next time, be more careful, okay?" I called to Ayame as I picked up the receiver.
Don't take me wrong, getting phone calls in summer houses were weird, but I was a bit too preoccupied by this whole situation, so I quickly shoved that thought away.
"Hello?" I nearly said 'moshi moshi' (Japanese way of greeting on the phone).
I stayed liked that for nearly a whole minute before I screamed.
"What?!"
Get A Life!
Chapter Nine: A Vacation from a Vacation
By Snowgirl AKA Sasari
I couldn't believe it (for the third time in a row).
I had never been good with luck, and I didn't think I would start now.
Every time I struck something that had to do with luck, it was always known as 'KSDL' AKA, 'Kagome's Dumb Luck'. Though I, on the other hand, called it Dumb Skills, with my 'skill' in Rock-Paper-Scissors. I was a master of it, if I do say so myself.
But needless to say, I was in a state of shock.
"Yahoo? Kagome?" Ayame waved her hand in front of my face. "Hey!"
Sango was right beside her, snapping her fingers at my face. "…Ka…go…me…?" She had been able to say small words since evening.
But I just sat there. Completely covered in shock.
"Uh…oh…" Sango muttered as she turned her head towards the door. "Hear…boys…laughing…"
Ayame paused from waving her hand in front of my face and turn to look at Sango. "Are you serious?"
Sango nodded and hurriedly stood up. "Going." And she was gone, just like that.
"Oh crud." Ayame groaned. "I got to hide my hair!" She complained as she hurried out of the living room and covered her head with her arm, acting as if there were cameras in the sky (or ceiling).
As soon as I heard a loud bam from the narrow hallway, my ears immediately caught the laughs and taunting voices of those crazy hooligans; namely, the Dog, the Wolf and the Priest.
"So what the girl say?" the familiar voice (probably Miroku) cried merrily. There was a pause in their footsteps and there was an obvious change in direction. They were probably going to talk on the porch (obviously trying to act cool or something).
"What do you think?" a smooth voice asked (Inuyasha). There was a momentary pause before they all bursted out laughing. Inside joke, probably…
"What about you, Kouga?" Inuyasha asked. "Any girl you saw? Other than that odd pink-haired girl?"
Odd pink-haired girl?! I held my breath. It seemed as if Ayi would need to be a better spy.
"Hey, I thought that pink-haired girl was hot!"
I sighed. Miroku would never change.
"Nah, they're all the same these days." Kouga said, and there were some mumbles of agreement. "But you know, I think I'm going to ask the same thing to…what's-her-name? Kagome?"
I nearly fell off my seat. What's-her-name?!
"What?! My sister?" Miroku seemed really shocked.
"Yeah, got any problem with that?"
He didn't answer. If I wasn't half out of it, I think I would have been pissed.
"Well, I'm not really interested in that girl. Looks too much like Kikyou." Inuyasha said. There was a pause, as if he was shivering out of fear more than cold. "Really freaks me out, ya know?"
"I get what ya mean." Kouga agreed.
I really didn't know what got over me. Somewhat confused and angry, I guess. With a blink of an eye, I sighed and stumbled out of the couch, stepping out of the carpet and walking towards the triple bedroom through the small hallway. Someone really needed to renovate this place.
Before I touched the steel doorknob, though, I looked down at the piece of paper clasped inside my hand. With one eyebrow lifted up, I looked towards the other rooms in the summer house. Looking from the paper to the doors, I shrugged.
Mind as well…
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-Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!-
A toothy smile tugged at my lips. I just couldn't help it.
I looked down at my wrist watch. 8:00 am. Right on time.
There were numerous thumps on the floor, indicating that three or all of them had fallen on to the floor.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
…And some had even landed on each other…
I chuckled my very evil chuckle. This was so amusing.
"Who the hell set up my alarm clock?!" Two rough voices shouted in unison. Probably Kouga and Inuyasha, since Miroku was (frighteningly) a morning and a night person. I don't know how he did it, but he was…
"Ow-!" There was a moan from the triple room. "Get off of me!"
"You move your knee." I guess Sango had gotten over her muteness problem.
"You move your elbow!"
"Is that Kagome's foot?
"No…that' my ankle…"
"…" An odd pause. Then…
"Where's Kagome…?"
There was another pause before there was a collective yell. "Kagome!"
I looked at my wrist watch again. Interesting. It took them 55 seconds to find out who the culprit was. I didn't think they were so smart…
As I heard heavy footsteps, there was a bang from the boys' room too, who had probably heard their yell and had gone looking for me.
There was a stampede of yells and screams as they tried to squeeze their way through the tiny hallway and bursted into the kitchen.
I tried not noticing the three (bad haired) males and two (stone-age looking) females as I sipped my mocha. Light chocolate in the morning…ahh…what could be better than that?
"Kagome-!" Miroku growled threateningly, used to my behaviors than even the girls. "Why the hell did you set my-"
"Our!" The other four yelled.
Miroku ignored them and kept on continuing though. "-alarms clock up!"
I just sipped my mocha and looked at Miroku with bored eyes. "Manners, Miroku, manners."
I just loved it when he went crazy.
"Can it sis! It's our vacation! Why'd go and do something like that?!"
I had to use all my might in not trying to burst out at him for the red paper with the poem on it, though my hand did shake a bit, causing some mocha to spill on the table as I set it down.
"Speaking of vacations…" I opened my eyes. "I was thinking of taking a vacation."
There was a confused pause before Ayame replied. "Kagome, this is our vacation…sadly…" She eyed Kouga, who got the point and stared back with the same electric look, though it was most certainly not love in the air.
"That's what I mean. We need to go somewhere different. This whole thing's just not working out."
Sango got my point. She frowned and sat beside me on the kitchen table. "Okay Kagome, what do you have for us?" She sure was talkative now.
I took a piece of paper from my pocket. There was a scribble of numbers or some sorts. "Remember this?"
Sango looked at it questioningly. "Err…yeah, you wrote that number down when you answered the phone."
"Exactly."
"Where is this going, wench?" Inuyasha growled, still in a bad mood. He got elbowed by both Kouga and Miroku. Awww…how sweet, Miroku still cared…I can't say same for Kouga though…
"This is the address to where we pick up our flight tickets."
Another pause, then, "What?!"
"The phone call I got last night…" I smiled my mysterious smile. "…it was from a radio station that handpicked the phone numbers to be the three winners. Naturally, with my dumb skills, I picked up the phone on the right time and I won some tickets."
I picked up the mocha and sipped from the cup again. "We'll be leaving in a week."
Everyone was speechless. I was the center of attention for the first time. I loved it.
"Wait…" Miroku eyed me suspiciously, pulling a chair so he could set across from me. Only he knew why I would be this happy for some lousy one-week-vacation. "Where exactly are we going?"
I looked at Miroku with such malicious eyes that he didn't need any answers. The twinkle in my eyes said it all.
I answered for the others to hear, though.
"We're going…" I held the moment, loving every second of it. I could just see Miroku shiver. Revenge was mine. "…to…" I licked my lips to get the mocha stains off of my lips. "…a cruise."
AN: A major plot twister. You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough….
Oh yeah, and sorry for the short chapter, but if I kept on going, it'll just ruin the surprise, so it wouldn't have been like one of those boring chapters where nothing really exciting happens and everything just gets even more confusing, because it was so mixed up. So the next chapter will probably be especially long, but I'm not promising anything. It's as if I can't hold a promise these days…-.-'''
