Chapter 10

Normal font like this the 'reality' in the story.

Musicookie's lines of the story are in italics.

Sesshomaru's lines of the story are in bold italics.

Score thus far: Musicookie 44, Sesshomaru 41

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Musicookie opened the document, expecting to see something interesting. Without fail, there was always something exciting waiting for her.

Today was no different. Inuyasha lay on the floor groaning. His stomach had expanded to a huge size.

"Sweet merciful meatballs, what happened to you?"

"Ohhhhh..." he groaned.

Kagome shushed Musicookie and whispered, "Don't mention food in front of him."

"Why not?"

"Sesshomaru didn't want to clean the food from the party, so he tricked Inuyasha into eating it."

"Ohhhhh..." he rubbed his belly, which peeked out form under his robe of the fire rat. A random thought floated through Musicookie's head; what in heaven's name is a fire rat, anyway? She'd never seen a flaming rodent.

She shook her head, pushing that thought aside. She demanded, "Sesshomaru! Why did you do this to your poor brother?"

"Half-brother."

"You share blood. Deal. With. it. Anyway, answer my question!"

"He's sampled modern food before, has he not?"

"Yeah, but not a stinkin' truckload of food! Could you eat a truckload of food?"

"..."

Musicookie tapped her chin in thought. "What do you eat, anyway? You don't eat human food..."

"Every 100 years, I slay 50 powerful demons. I bathe in their blood and drink it, using their vertebrae as a straw. It sustains me for an entire century. Although, I must admit; sometimes the spinal cord is very stringy to chew."

Musicookie stared at him with a horrified expression. Big Daddy came to her side and clapped his hand on her shoulder in a friendly sort of way.

"Oh, you," he chuckled. "Don't believe a word he says."

"Father."

"Hey, I'm not afraid to admit it. We're dog demons. We just eat regular meat. Well, raw meat, but what's the difference?"

"Then why did he say...?"

"Ahh, forgeddabboutit. He's just embarrassed a 'great demon' like him eats something normal like meat."

"Father, really --"

"Now Ryukotsei, he ate some weird things."

"...Didn't he kill you?"

"Do I look dead to you? Naw, Ryu-Ryu and I were frat buddies before we had that fight."

"Wait, you were in college? With a huge dragon demon?"

"Yeah. I was tired of him leaving his dirty socks all over the dorm room. Man, they stank something mighty powerful! He had giant feet, and his socks were huge. They seriously took up all the space in the room and it was hard to move around, much less breathe!"

"So you two fought to the death over dirty socks?"

Big Daddy waved his hand around agitatedly. "...When you put it like that, of course it sounds dumb. But you have to understand, it was a big deal to me!"

"And so, what did Ryukotsei eat?"

With a completely serious face, Big Daddy whispered in Musicookie's ear, "He ate a boot. Filled with orange-flavored tic tacs. Filled completely to the brim."Big Daddy broke Musicookie's stunned silence with peals of hearty laughter. "Naw, you're so easy to shock, Musicookie! But seriously, he ate vanilla pudding, heads of cabbage, and dryer lint. He said they provided him with the perfect balance of vitamins and minerals every healthy dragon needs."

Musicookie smiled uncomfortably and muttered, "Wow! Would you look at that! Inuyasha needs some comfort! I'm just gonna... yeah..."

Musicookie practically ran away from Big Daddy, wondering if colleges existed in ancient Japan, if dragons liked tic tacs, if dragons actually needed tic tacs, and if dryer lint really was nutritious. But in the end, it all came back to wondering how sane Big Daddy was. Myoga, curse you! You sucked a little too much blood from him over the years!

Insanity aside, well...no, not really, Musicookie made her way to a bloated Inuyasha.

"Oh-Em-Gee, this happened to my puppy once. Inuyasha, let's go to the vet!"

"No..." he groaned. "Just type me better..."

"Oh," said Musicookie, sheepishly. "We could do that too. And it won't cost so much, either!"

Inuyasha was cured of all his digestive system anomalies and was back to normal.

Inuyasha gave a relieved sigh and patted his normal sized belly.

"Ohhh..."

Musicookie looked around. "Now what's the problem? Inuyasha, button your lip and --"

"That wasn't me. It was Myoga."

Indeed, the flea lay on Inuyasha's shoulder, rolling around and holding his little girth.

"Myoga?"

"All Sesshomaru's talk of blood made me so hungry, and I just had to eat... Oh, I think I ate too much."

"Are you able to referee the match still?"

Myoga set his proboscis and mustache in an expression of determination. "Holla... dawgs..."

"Good enough. Sessy-poo! Let's get it on!"

"Pitiful human. Proper English sentences do not end with a preposition."

"...Ok. Let's get on it! Oh, but now the meaning has changed."

Myoga pulled weakly at a strand of Inuyasha's hair.

Inuyasha looked annoyed. "Fine, I'll tell them. The genre today is drama/fantasy. Just start already and get it over with."

Once upon a time in feudal Japan, there was a young monk. It was his dream to travel the lands in search of the famed flaming feline. The monk was more of a dog person, but he wanted to find the kitten anyway. The whispered rumors stated that whoever had possession of the fiery cat would have one wish granted to them.

Miroku's thoughts floated to the princess of his region. Sango... She was so beautiful, but a monk like him couldn't even meet her, much less get her to fall in love. Thus were his reasons for traveling.

Miroku walked through the thick, enchanted forest. However, an enchanted tree root caught his wandering steps, and Miroku fell face first into a pile of glittering crap. Yes, it was seriously glittering.

"Aw, ewwww..."

"That ain't 'ew,' it's magical."

"Huh?" Miroku looked up to see a Unicorn.

"The name's Bubba. You just insulted my magic."

"Wha?"

"See, Monk? Look." Bubba gestured with a shining golden hoof to a patch of brightly colored flowers. "They didn't get so pretty by themselves, if you know what I mean."

"You're a unicorn."

"Yes, I know! I'm a fertilization engineer, too," said Bubba, enunciating each syllable clearly and haughtily. "So, why you here, monk?"

Miroku stood up and tried to regain some dignity. "I journey to find the famed flaming feline."

"You mean Kirara?"

"...Wait, you know her?"

"Well, sure! We benevolent mystical creatures all know each other. Why, just the other day I had lunch with Cupid. Y'know, all he eats is candy. Can't be healthy for ya. But anyway, yeah. I know Kirara."

"Would you do me the honor of journeying with me to find Kirara?"

Bubba pawed the ground. "Only if you let me bring my girlfriend. She's been bugging me to take her on a vacation. This'll have to do."

"Ok."

"Oi, Ognas! Come 'ere!" brayed Bubba.

To Miroku's shock, a young woman approached them. She had to be the ugliest maiden in all of Japan.

But with a clear voice, ringing like a melody, she called the unicorn's name. "Bubba!"

Miroku reeled. Never had he heard such a heavenly voice. He closed his eyes and listened to her, filling his ears with the echoes of her call.

The woman ran to Bubba and embraced his white neck.

"Alrighty. Monk? This is my girlfriend, Ognas. Ain't she a beaut?"

Miroku opened his eyes hesitantly and looked at Ognas. He could scarcely believe such a beautiful song could come from so unfortunately ugly a face.

"Ognas, baby, we're going on a vacation!"

Ognas twisted her hideous features into what looked like grotesque anguish, but her joyous tone belied her happiness. "Oh, Bubba! Thank you!"

After a round on introductions, the monk, the unicorn, and the woman began their journey. It was a delightfully sunny day, and all of the flowers they passed were healthy and colorful. Bubba smirked and gave a pointed look at Miroku.

Miroku watched his feet as he asked Ognas a question. "Your name, milady, is very unique. Is it foreign?"

Miroku received an answer he'd never dreamed of getting.

"It is a long story. It is 'Sango' spelled backwards," she sang. "You've heard of Princess Sango? I am her twin."

"Gasp!" gasped Miroku. His steps faltered, and he stubbed his toe on a rock. He walked gingerly as he continued listening to her story.

"I was not pretty enough for palace life. They locked me away for years, and my only friend, my only window to the outside was in my sister." Ognas' voice lowered, the timbre resonating with somber, bitter tones. "But even Sango couldn't make me stay. I was a prisoner there. I ran away."

Bubba whinnied, tossing his regal horn through the air. "I found her on the ground, barely able to crawl anymore. I let her ride on my back and I carried her to safety. And from there," Bubba smiled at Ognas, showing his massive pearly whites, "we fell in love."

Ognas nodded. "Interspecies love is so romantic."

Miroku stole a side glance as Ognas wove her fat fingers through Bubba's mane. Anime sparkles fluttered through the air like butterflies.

What a bizarre development.

Bizarre development indeed.

The group traveled on, camping, eating, and sleeping as necessary. Miorku's very soul was rejuvenated every night around the campfire as Ognas sang campfire songs such as 'Oh! Susanna,' 'Kumbaya,' and Spongebob's 'The F.U.N. Song.' Her voice was achingly beautiful, and Miroku likened it to the glorious choruses of heaven. Her lilting melodies haunted his dreams and gently beckoned him from sleep every morning. 'F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me...' echoed in the depths of Miroku's being.

The days passed, but finally, the end of their destination was in sight. Kirara the famed flaming feline lived, according to Bubba, on the south slope of Mt. Fuji.

They began climbing the slope, and Ognas had the privilege of riding on Bubba's smooth and literally shiny back. But an interruption came in the form of a cry.

"Ognas!" a woman's voice called. It was like a slap in the face for Miroku, who had heard only Ognas for the past few days. What an boring, average voice.

They turned around to see a woman of stunning beauty stumble up the trail, tripping an generally looking pitiful and out of place. Her kimonos were clearly royal, but dusty and ripped in places.

Ognas practically fell off Bubba. "Sango!"

Miroku tripped over his sandals. Sango?

"Oh, sister! Dearest sister!" The two woman hugged, each crying.

"Ognas! Why did you leave the palace! Why are you out here in the wilderness?"

"Sango, first, you must sit down. You don't look well.

Indeed, Sango was swaying where she stood, pale and weak-looking.

After finding a suitable rock to seat a princess upon (not really, it was just a rock), Miroku couldn't help from staring at the sisters. And how in the name of the seven seas did Sango find them?

"Ognas, tell me. Why did you run away!" Sango cried, looking a bit crazy.

Miroku closed his eyes, listening to Ognas' reply. "Sister, I was a bird in a cage. I saw no one but you and my maidservants. Is that a life to live? I was so lonely"

Sango wept, "But Ognas, you had me! And you left me there alone! I'm a caged bird as well, can't you see?!"

"You could attend balls, weddings, dinners. You saw the outside world, Sango. I didn't."

"Oh!" wailed Sango hysterically, hugging her sister again.

Miroku opened his eyes to look at Sango. A moment of Nirvana came upon him and it changed his life forever. He wasn't interested in Sango anymore. He couldn't imagine being married to such a clingy woman. Beauty, yes. Clinginess, no. No no.

Bubba stole a side glance at Miroku. "Monk," he whispered, "Let's let them catch up, eh? We'll hurry and see Kirara."

Bubba and Miroku snuck away and Bubba led Miroku up the mountain.

"Oh, what a climb..." said Miroku, trying to make conversation. It was harder than it seemed, talking with a fantasy animal.

"You want fairies?"

"...What?"

"Fairies. I can call some, and they'll carry you."

Bubba yodeled in Welsh. A swarm of sparklies was summoned. They were pastel colored little women with wings. Thousands of them formed a cloud, which Bubba encouraged Miroku to fall upon.

So, Miroku floated up the mountain, carried by raw fairy power.

"Welp, here she is."

Miroku looked around. They stood atop a cliff. Miroku peered over the edge, spotting the two tragic twins far, far below.

"Aren't you gonna say the magic words? Kirara doesn't come for just any old thing."

Miroku had no idea what Bubba was talking about. He also was doubtful he even wanted a wish anymore, now that he discovered how Sango was.

At a loss, and lacking anything else to do, Miroku chanted,"Weedles, McLarbin, Coca-cola, Farsnickety."

Several things happened at once. Bubba guffawed at Miroku's choice of magic words, Miroku heard a yowl, Kirara appeared in a burst of flames, Miroku realized his clothes were on fire, and Russia sold Alaska to the United States.

"Ahhh!"

Bubba was still chortling heavily. "Stop... drop..." he spat out between laughs, "and roll, dude...."

Thankfully, Miroku was good at following instructions. After rolling on the ground in a panic, a 'meow' caught his attention.

Kirara was a huge cat, and her faceted, citrine eyes glaring at him in unmistakable rage.

"You gone and did it now. The wrath of a cat burns for several generations, haven't you heard?"

"What did I do?"

Bubba shook his great head. "You insulted her with that..." Bubba stifled laughter, "ridiculous excuse for an incantation."

Kirara raised a huge paw, unsheathing her claws. They peeked at Miroku from between the fur and paw pads.

"Bubba! Help me!" Miroku looked with disbelief at Bubba, who stood there, looking bored.

Kirara snarled, and Miroku was looking death in the eyes.

'Hey, death. Howzit goin?'

'Eh, I been better. They've got me on overtime with all the people dying these days. At least they're paying me time and a half...'

'Yeah, that's good...I think. So... you're not here for me are you?'

Bubba neighed. "Get outta here, Grim Reaper. Aren't you supposed to be at that meeting with Father Time and that New Year's Baby?"

The Reaper nodded his hooded head. "Yes, but death beckons me... like always."

"Well, no one around here is dying at the moment, so you can hightail it outta here."

"...Is there a Starbucks near? Reaping souls makes one so tired. I need caffeine."

Bubba gestured with a hoof. "North side of Fiji. Now if you don't mind..."

"What side are we on now?"

"South side. Seriously, Grim buddy--get lost."

The Reaper floated away on the breeze, mumbling about caramel mocha lattes being too expensive.

Miroku blinked. "What the heck was that?"

Bubba shrugged, somehow manipulating his horse anatomy to make such a movement. "Dunno. But anyway, where were we? Oh yeah! Your life was flashing before your eyes as you were about to be impaled on Kirara's talons!" Bubba supplied cheerily.

"AHHH!"

A clear voice carried through the clear mountain air. "Bubba!"

Kirara stopped, mid-attack. That voice was music, and mucsic soothes the savage beast. A quick whirlwind of flames surrounded Kirara, and she transformed into a little kitty.

Miroku nursed his ailing ego. His masculinity hurt bad. Real bad. He had been whimpering for his life, about to be killed by a wittle kitty cat.

Ognas and Sango stumbled up the mountain trail. As soon as they saw the kitty, they cooed and their pupils dilated. Scientific studies have shown that the pupils of women dilate when looking at cute things like babies, puppies, and kittens. One guess on what makes men's pupils dilate...

(What?)

(Hey, you're interrupting the flow of the story.)

(Me? You are the one who felt the need to type something completely off topic.)

(You're kind of right.)

(...I'm waiting.)

(For what?)

(What make's men's pupils dilate?)

(Like I said, one guess. What do most all men enjoy looking at?)

(...)

(Exactly.)

Kirara mewled adorably, and Sango and Ognas instantly fell in love with the fire cat. Miroku stared. Just a second ago, that cat was about to tear his jugular from his neck. Now, it lay curled and docile in the arms of the women.

"Awww...." Sango chirped, rubbing her nose in Kirara's fur.

Ognas sighed in happiness. "I wish we could have a pet like you..."

Kirara glowed brown, because glowing other brighter colors is expected and therefore boring. Sango and Ognas were bathed in a warm brown light.

The wish was granted. A collar appeared around Kirara's neck. A metal tag was engraved with Kirara's name and her address.

Miroku almost protested. But what was the point. He didn't know what to wish for anyway anymore.

Bubba sighed. "Kirara. Now what will you do? People'll come here expecting to find you and get a wish. They can't do that if you're someone's pet."

Kirara meowed, speaking in cat. Luckily, Bubba was fluent in cat, along with bird, horse, dog, baboon, whale, and moose. He was even fluent in dodo, but that was a dead language.

"Ah, great idea! Monk!"

"Hm?"

"You are the new mystical, wish-granting being that resides here."

"Wait, what?"

Bubba charged at Miroku, and pierced Miroku's temple with his golden horn. It didn't cause the monk any pain, and he felt a tingling feeling sparking along his corpus callosum.

Bubba pulled out his horn. "You now have the power to grant wishes. Oh, yeah. And you're stuck here."

"What!?"

"With great power comes great limitations. Believe me, I know. I may have magic fertilization powers, but I'm allergic to mustard. So anyway, welcome to Mt. Fiji! Your new home."

Bubba allowed the twins and their new pet to climb upon his back. "I'll be seeing you! You're a magic creature now, we'll be sure to run into each other."

"Wait!"

Only their farewells reached his ears. And so, the monk stayed on Mt. Fiji and still resides there to this day. Tourists can view his prostrate and miserable figure on the side of Fiji, if they can afford to part with enough yen.

One day in 2009, a little girl chattered to her mother, "Look, Mommy! It's a man!"

"Yes, honey. I see."

The end.

A muscle twitched in Sesshomaru's jaw. "Human. This Sesshomaru was not yet finished. You had no authority to end it."

Musicookie yawned, "This story was all over the place. It was getting kinda rambly. And what were you doing, starting another story? This was a Miroku centric fic and you introduced some little girl and her mom."

"This Sesshomaru had plans. Great plans."

"Wah, wah. Miroku!"

Miroku was rubbing his head, though there was no wound from the unicorn's horn. Musicookie sensed a "Why" running through some readers' minds. The answer? Unicorns are magic. That's why there was no wound. Another little-known fact is that the internet is run by unicorn magic. That's how it all works.

Sesshomaru unsheathed Tokijin and began to attack Bubba. "Die!" he demanded. Sesshomaru lacks eloquence when he's overcome with bloodlust.

"Sessy! I was joking! Unicorns don't power the internet with their magic. Killing Bubba won't destroy the internet. Just give it up. The internet is really run by leprechan power, and there aren't any here."

Sesshomaru sheathed his sword, looking ticked.

"Don't destroy the internet. I know you're looking for supreme conquest or something like that, but we need the internet. I need the internet. I couldn't live without Youtube. It's like food to me, I need it to live."

"Then starve."

Myoga, thankfully, bit Musicookie and distracted her using her authoress powers to punish Sesshomaru. That was a shame, since Musicookie had a pink bunny rabbit suit she was itching to make someone wear.

Miroku said, "So, I have points to award? Ok. Musicookie, you made me very sensitive when I appreciated Ognas' voice."

Miroku turned to the readers, looking directly at all of them, speaking in an affected voice. "This is a side of me I don't want any of you to overlook. I am capable of sensitivity! I'm not just some grope-happy pervert! I am capable of appreciating a woman for characteristics other than a well-shaped posterior. Understand that. I am not some flat, 2-D character, succumbing to his carnal desires like some kind of barbaric animal."

Miroku's words were powerful, meaningful, and sincere, but they undermined by the actions of his wandering hand. Sango gave an outraged cry and slapped the monk.

"...As I was saying, I am capable of sensitivity. I like that Musicookie showed that side of me. She also saved me from Kirara, yet made me look lame at the same time. But... honestly, Musicookie, do you have an addiction to making characters fall into excrement? You also gave Koga that fate a couple rounds back."

Musicookie shrugged. "I thought glittering poop would be funny."

Miroku continued. "Sesshomaru, you carried me up a mountain with fairies, and threatened my life with an irate cat. You made me very funny with those magic words, and your writing was just funny in general. But, you also imprisoned me to stay stuck on Fiji and serve as a tourist attraction."

Miroku sighed. "This is a hard one. It really is. I suppose I will divide the 4 points between you equally. 2 for each of you."

"Very well," said Myoga. "Now, we need a judge for this round... Someone well versed in Drama and Fantasy... Jaken!"

The toad demon gave a jump, never expecting in a thousand years to be addressed.

"Erm... Musicookie introduced the fantasy part of the genre with Bubba, who I must say is a splendid original character. Musicookie also tried her best to insert drama with the two sisters and their strife. She also inserted humorous comments here and there... Though I must say, she introduced an unrelated topic, which caused quite a distraction and caused the story to be interrupted. The Grim Reaper making his entrance added funny to an otherwise "grim" situation, if you'll pardon the pun..."

Nobody laughed. Jaken decided to continue.

"Lord Sesshomaru, you did perfectly."

Musicookie pied Jaken. It was a superb key lime pie, and Musicookie mourned that such a wonderful pie had to be wasted on Jaken's face.

"You cannot favor him. A judge showing favoritism deserves to be pied. I will throw every dessert in my arsenal at your face if you show any partiality to Sesshomaru."

Cream dripping from his face, Jaken was torn in two. He had no idea what to do. Judging Sesshomaru meant death. Not judging him also meant death, although sweeter and creamier at Musicookie's hands.

Jaken proudly sang Sesshomaru's praises. "Lord Sesshomaru used amazing vocabulary, showing his skills with the English language. He introduced Ognas, who played a central role in the conflict between the twins. I wonder, though. Lord Sesshomaru, your writings most certainly reflect your beliefs, right, milord? You said interspecies love is romantic, but that results in filthy half-breeds who disgrace their noble demon blood!"

Inuyasha was the one to pie Jaken this time. Cherry pie, right in the kisser.

Wiping cherry sauce from his bulbous eyes (it looked disgustingly like blood and organs dribbling down his face), Jaken said, "My Lord directed the plot in places. May I be so bold to say; my Master was quite funny! I haven't laughed like that in centuries! He doomed Miroku to a fate worse than death. Oh, My Lord makes me so proud!"

Musicookie held a pie aloft, looking menacing. Chocolate pudding pie could indeed be a formidable threat, Jaken learned.

Jaken mumbled the next few sentences very quietly and quickly. He trembled in fear. "Milord, forgive me but you didn't add much to the fantasy part of the genre. In two places, you encouraged straying off the plotline and interrupting the story. forgive my Lord, but you were prolonging the story. You relied heavily on dialogue to relay your information, and weren't as detailed as normal."

Jaken flinched. He expected his life to end, and saw the reason why he still lived. Musicookie had typed Sesshomaru in an indestructable straitjacket. Jaken could see his Master's foot twitch. Oh, how Sesshomaru was aching to kick Jaken.

Musicookie looked satisfied with herself. "Your points?"

"I give 3 of 5 points to Musicookie, and 5 of 5 points to My Lord Sesshomaru, who I beg has mercy on me for daring to find any sort of fault with his writing."

The seams on the straitjacket stretched, but held fast. Sesshomaru calmed, seeming to resign to his current fate. He didn't remove his fiery glare from Jaken as he commanded, "Rin?"

"Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?"

"Kick Jaken."

"Yes, milord."

"OW! Why, you insolent little girl!"

Musicookie decided to clue the readers in on points. "So, I have 49 points, and Sesshomaru has caught up to me with 48 points. Wow," said Musicookie, impressed. "Look how far we've come! We've had seven rounds and we still have a few more to go. And Sessy and I are near to passing the 50-point mark."

Kagome nodded. "We should have some sort of flashback segment where we look back on all the good times we've had."

"Ok. Sessy, you start."

(flashback) Sesshomaru pictured a chess board in his mind. He pictured his white bishop take Musicookie's black king. Checkmate, said the Sesshomaru in Sesshomaru's mind. The Musicookie in Sesshomaru's mind exploded into thousands of dog treats, and they rained through the air. With unbridled glee, Sesshomaru made snow angels in the dog treats that littered the ground. Dog treat angels. (end)

Musicookie laughed. "Dog treat angels?! That's hilarious! I never knew you had it in you, Fluffy! You actually think random thoughts from time to time! Well, it's time for me to go now. This insanity has gone on way too long and I need a break. Oh yeah!" Musicookie freed Sesshomaru from his straitjacket.

"Don't hurt anybody, Sesshomaru. Remember, I'm always watching... See ya!"

Musicookie closed the document, saving it because it was comedy gold and way too good to lose.

Inside the document, Inuyasha shivered. "She's watching us? ...Anyone else creeped out?"

All hands (and in Naraku's case, a few dozen tentacles) went up in unanimous agreement.

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A/N: Phewie! Long chapter. I think this is the longest one so far. Like Musicookie said, this chapter kinda went all over, like when you spill something and the puddle spreads across the floor all out of control (yay for run-on sentences). "Faceted citrine" eyes isn't mine. I think it's from the fic "sesshomaru comes to dinner" by LC Rose. I'm not so eloquent in describing Sessy's eyes. (See chapter "supernatural/friendship" to see examples.)

Also, youtube really is important to me. My brother and I were discussing, "what if youtube collapsed for some reason?" Neither he nor I would know what to do. Gosh, I've discovered such wonderful musicians on there. It's due to youtube that I'm such a big Kudai fan. Without youtube, I'd have never known they even existed.

I was in a really weird mood when I wrote the beginning of this chapter, with Big Daddy's college stories. Seriously, a boot filled with tic tacs? ...Yeah, I don't even know where that came from. What in heaven's name is wrong with me? Nothing is altering my consciousness in any sort of way, so I guess I'm this weird naturally. Random thoughts pop in my head on a whim, and most of them I throw in and see what happens. Well, I hope you thought this chapter was funny!

Here's a random thing, since I always talk about something non-story related in my author's notes. I realized today that I really like snow.

1. It's so white, I bet it's the whitest white nature can create. It makes everything look clean. All the ugly brown grass is now covered up.

2. I love how bright and sunny it is when sun reflects off the snow; it's so cheerful! I like how snow is sparkly in the sunlight.

3. I like the noise it makes when you step on it, a kind of creaking or a squeak.

4. I also like how when there's snow on the ground, everything seems so quiet and serene. You can lay there in the snow, and it's completely quiet as you watch the endless flakes fall from the sky.

5. I like snow at night when the moon is out or when there's streetlamps. You can see where you're going and the show glows with an ethereal sheen.

6. A single snowflake is very small, but all the snow flakes -- billions and trillions of them -- all pile on the ground to become this huge, dominating mass you can't ignore. Snow is like rain, but snow stays where it lands and doesn't flow away or soak into the ground.

7. You can eat it. You can pour koolaid on it and have a snowcone.

8. You can slide on it.

9. You can play with it and make stuff with it.

10. You can shovel it off your sidewalk and deck, throwing a shower of snow on innocent passerby. (Pretend it was an accident, btw)

11. Classes were cancelled because it it. YAY!

So yeah. I like snow. We have 7 wonderful inches of it. Jeez, long author's note. I applaud for you if you actually read through the whole thing. Blah blah blah, it's all I do!

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Review responses!

sangoworshiper - You don't have to apologize! I'm glad you aren't as destructive as Inuyasha is when playing DDR. Inuyasha is the reason things have safety recalls like you see pinned to the wall at a Walmart. Koga was talking about her underwear. Kagome would have had to been doing a handstand for him to see her bra. O.o

hitntr - Gosh, typing your name is hard. I keep wanting to type "hinter," which I think means "beyond" in German. Lol! I read fics at my college too, desperately trying to stifle my laughter. Once, I was laughing so hard, tears were in my eyes. Some guy chose then to sit at my table. "Weird laughing girl..." he must have thought. I have DDR for wii, and I'm just now trying the difficult songs. Sometimes it feels stupid, like I'm spasming all over the mat having some kind of leg seizure. As for you not having a life in highschool, I didn't either. And at least a dancing video game is better than sitting on the sofa and playing.

Drama Kagome - Thanks! One of my fave parts was Naraku trying to hit on Kikyo at the snack table. When you roll on the floor laughing (because I hope my stories are funny enough to make someone do so), please be careful! Don't roll and hit something! I like to roll down hills. Gosh, I'm such a little kid, talking about how I like snow and rolling down hills. I also like chocolate milk!

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I don't have a chapter preview. I have fallen behind. Blame school, DDR, snow (see above author's note), youtube, fanfiction . net, and la oreja de van gogh's new album. Sorry!