Author's NOTEs: I've notice my writing style is very different in this
story. I'm not sure if I like it… But anyway, the reviews made me so~~~o
happy! And now for my answers :D.
YAMASHITA: It would be pretty amusing to make Sesshomaru a spoon, wouldn't it…? ::evil grin::
KANNA: I wonder how I could make Kanna the mirror. The mirror doesn't really talk. Then again…neither does Kanna. Hmmm, quite an intriguing idea ^-^.
CHRIS-SAN: I'm so happy you like it! Of course I made Kouga Gaston! He's perfect for the role! Who else could possibly pull it off so well? I didn't read your version up to the Kouga part. Someone thinks like me…That's so coolies (and a bit frightening ;P)!
KATOUMARU: Sesshomaru a footstool, huh? ::smiles:: Either way, I'm glad you like the story so much!
VICIOUS-WOLF: Well, most of the character's you'll figure out in this chapter. As for the rest…sore wa himitsu desu, ne? Truth is, I really don't know for a few of them, so any suggestions are taken to heart.
But anywho, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. I've begun adding in my own lines and clips to make things more interesting.
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Grandpa smiled as he waved off Kagome, excited for the fair. He and Kirara traveled for several hours through lush fields and meadows, passing a couple small villages on their way.
Soon, the sky glowed a brilliant rainbow as sunset approached. Grandpa scanned his flimsy map in confusion as Kirara slowed to a walk.
"We should be there by now…maybe we missed a turn…" The two came to a fork in the road, Kirara being the only one aware of this. One path was fairly clean and light. Flowers peeked out from behind lush grass. A baby squirrel darted across the path.
The other path was…less appealing, to say the least. The skeletons of trees cast ominous shadows on the bare ground. An owl hooted overhead.
Kirara decided on the former. "I guess I should've taken…" Grandpa frowned and pulled Kirara's reins back. "No, let's go this way." Kirara stared at the second path for a moment. She neighed in disapproval. Grandpa tugged on her reins once again. "Come on Kirara! It's a shortcut. We'll be there in no time!" Reluctantly, Kirara began a dragging walk onto the second path. A menacing wind howled past. Shadows lurking in the trees deepened the fear in Kirara's chest and the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach began to make her exceedingly nervous. "This can't be right! Where have you taken us Kirara??" A low growl cut through the air. Grandpa slowly looked up to see a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back at him through the trees. Another pair soon joined the first. Grandpa swallowed slowly. "We better turn around…" Kirara nodded in agreement and quickly turned back in the direction they came from. A loud whiny howl pierced the air. Kirara's eyes widened and she instinctively backed up, throwing her head around wildly. Another howl and she reared into the air. Grandpa struggled to keep control. Kirara was terrified and could not be calmed. Continually backing up, the wagon hit a tree, sending the disturbed bats resting in it screeching into the night air. Kirara burst into a blind gallop and raced towards any direction that wasn't the forest.
Grandpa frantically pulled on Kirara's reins. His eyes widened in fear as he looked ahead and saw a cliff. Kirara's realized too late as she reached the edge and reared again, struggled to remain on the cliff. Grandpa tugged on her reins again. "Back up! Back up!" After a couple tense moments, the wagon was a safe few feet away from the edge. However, Kirara was still very much afraid and reared once again. This time, Grandpa was knocked off his bench and hit the cold ground with a loud thud. Kirara, unaware she had lost her driver, continued running and disappeared from sight into the forest.
Grandpa stared off in the direction she ran. After a moment, a pathetic voice broke the silence. "Kirara…?" To his shock, the yellow eyes from before appeared very close to him. Slowly, several forms slinked out of the inky shadows and revealed feral and hungry-looking wolves. Leisurely, the wolves began to circle Grandpa. Before they came too close, Grandpa bolted up and ran off in the direction Kirara ran. The wolves licked their chops and wasted no time in giving chase.
His breath becoming ragged, Grandpa began to lose hope. Looking back, he gasped as he noticed the wolves were closing in on him. When he turned back, he nearly fell over as he almost ran into a gate. The sheer size of it was overwhelming. The barking of the wolves brought Grandpa back to reality and he began rattling and shaking the gate.
"Help! Is someone there?" He looked back again. The wolves were mere feet away. "Help!!" Suddenly, the gate gave way and Grandpa collapsed inside. Turning over quickly, he slammed the gate shut with his foot just in time.
He clung to his jacket and shivered. After a few minutes of clawing at the gate, the wolves finally gave up and eventually dispersed.
A bit of drizzle began falling. Grandpa looked towards the sky and wiped some rain from his forehead. It was very late and he had no horse. Looking to the right, he finally noticed the large castle looming over the grounds. His only choice was staying here for the night. He slowly began trudging to the castle.
Once he reached the doors, he cautiously pushed open the enormous doors. A loud creak greeted his ears as he stepped inside. "Hello…?"
A shuffle in the shadows caught his attention.
"Fella must've lost his place in the woods…"
"Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away."
Grandpa looked around. Did he just hear a conversation?
"Is someone there?"
A hushed pause, then a whisper of warning from the second. "Not a word! Not one word…"
Grandpa furrowed his eyebrows. There was definitely someone here. "I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse, and I need a place to stay for the night…"
Nearby on a table stand three household objects which appear to be ordinary. A talking clock, candle and feather duster…
How…ordinary…?
The clock was making an attempt to silence the candle. The feather duster was preoccupied and seemed incredibly irritated at something. The candle smoothly removed the clock's hand. "Oh Myouga, have a heart…"
Myouga angrily shook his head and quickly covered the candle's mouth again. The candle moved his arm, another smaller candle, and heated Myouga's hand until he jumped back from shock. The candle smoothly stepped forward on the table and smirked in triumph.
"Of course Monsieur. You are welcome here."
Grandpa quickly grabbed the nearby candle in the surprise from an answer. "Who said that?"
The candle waved his arms from his seat in Grandpa's hand. "Over here."
Grandpa moved the candle around to see the rest of the room in light, though he was completely bewildered. "Where?"
Conveniently, the candle now found himself facing Grandpa. "Allo."
Grandpa nearly jumped out of his skin in fear. He dropped the candle and stepped back, staring at it. After a moment, he gathered courage and picked up the candle again, inspecting it. "Incredible…" After a moment, he decided that the candle must be from an ancient age, cursed. The poor thing.
Myouga angrily hopped over to the pair, muttering random curses. "Well now you've done it. Splendid! Just peachy!"
Grandpa turned and looked down, completely fascinated. He picked up the clock and poked at the hands on Myouga's face.
"How is this accomplished?"
Myouga irately pushed his hand away and struggled to get free. "Put me down!"
Grandpa was completely oblivious to Myouga's discomfort. How did this clock speak so freely? What an invention…Grandpa opened the glass covering and moved the pendulum back and forth.
Myouga nearly burst with rage. "Close that at once!" Grandpa too surprised to do anything, Myouga had to close it on his own. "Do you mind?!"
Grandpa set Myouga back on the ground and smiled sheepishly. "I…I beg your pardon, it's just that I've never seen a ta…talk-" Grandpa fell back from a violent sneeze.
The candle frowned. "You are soaked to the bone Monsieur." He smoothly made his way over to Grandpa and gave a formal bow. "My name is Miroku and I'd like to welcome you to our home." He gestured towards the others. "This is Sango and Myouga. Please, come sit by the fire." Sango looked up with a confused expression. Myouga was speechless.
Grandpa weakly stood and smiled. "Thank you."
Meanwhile, Myouga was becoming more furious by the second. WHAT was Miroku doing?? The old man had no right to be in this castle. Moreover, the Master would have their heads if he discovered an intruder here and…and…and where did that jerk go? Myouga looked around the foyer frantically and noticed the trio heading towards the living room. His eyes widened in terror. "No no no! You know what the Master will do if he finds him here…" A feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach as Myouga realized his warnings were having no affect.
"I still don't see why I had to be a feather duster, of all things."
Miroku smiled at her. "Sango, you were a maid. Would you have preferred a rag instead?"
Sango made a sour face and crossed her arms. "You always know what to say to make a girl feel special."
Miroku took hold of Sango's hand. "Why thank you Mademoiselle."
Sango removed her hand with disgust as Myouga ran into the living room and tumbled down the small set of stairs. Several random corks and screws scattered their way about him each time he hit the next step. Under Miroku's grin, Myouga quickly gathered them. "Extra parts…?"
Miroku sighed with amusement. "I don't believe you came with them Myouga." Before Myouga could respond, Miroku led Grandpa to the Master's chair. Myouga's eyes widened once again as he gracelessly ran forward with an indignant expression. "Oooooh no! Not the Master's chair!"
An ottoman slowly strolled in with a languid tassel. It slowly passed by Grandpa's legs and rubbed against his ankles.
"Buyo!!" Myouga made an exasperated choking sound. "I am not seeing this! I'm not seeing this!"
Grandpa smiled warmly as the ottoman landed in his lap. "Well hello boy!"
Myouga stomped over and stood squarely in front of Grandpa, demanding attention. "Alright, this has gone far enough! I'm in charge here!"
He crossed his arms to any who dared defy him. This did nothing. With almost no warning, a snack cart rolled in front of Grandpa, quickly replacing Myouga with a loud thud.
A teapot sat on the tray with a small cup beside her. The teapot quickly grabbed Grandpa's attention. "How would you like a nice some tea Sir? It'll warm you up in no time."
Myouga struggled to stand. "No, no tea!" Grandpa, still surprised by the offer, smiled as he accepted the streaming cup with a fox design.
The cup began giggling. "His beard tickles Grandma…"
"Oh! What's your name?" The cup giggled again. "It's Shippou! I'm- "
Shippou was cut off rather suddenly as doors to the living room burst open, revealing an angry figure. He was short of breath and his eyes darted about, nose sniffing the air.
Shippou scrambled to hide behind Grandma and peeked past her to see what would happen. Sango inconspicuously placed herself behind Miroku. Not to let him protect her. Just using him as a shield is all.
Inu Yasha's eyes narrowed. "There's a stranger here…" He prowled about until he was at the side of Grandpa's chair.
Miroku's eyes shot open at the circumstance. Crap crap crap! Screwed screwed screwed! With desperation deep in his veins, he smiled charmingly. "Inu Yasha…allow me to explain. You see, the gentleman, he was lost in the woods. It was cold and wet so-"
Myoga shoved Miroku out of the way with a plastered on smile reaching ear to ear. "Master, I'd like to take this moment to say, I was against this from the start. It was all his fault." Myouga pointed at Miroku who glared back at him. "I tried to stop them, but would they listen to me? No no-" Myouga nearly screamed as Inu Yasha was suddenly face to face with him, baring his teeth and growling. Needless to say, it would not be something pleasant to wake up to.
"Shut up." Myouga nodded nervously and disappeared behind Miroku. Miroku did not look pleased. Sango behind him had been no bother, but Myouga was just an idiot.
Before Grandpa knew what was happening, he found Inu Yasha looming over him, an enraged expression covering his face. "Who are you?"
Grandpa shrunk back in his chair. He tried to answer, but his throat became thick and he couldn't speak.
"What are you doing here?"
Grandpa lip trembled as he struggled to find words. "I…I was lost in the woods and…and-"
Inu Yasha's voice grew enormous and filled the room. "You're not welcome here!" Utter silence followed as Inu Yasha stared at Grandpa.
After a tense moment, Grandpa managed to stutter a reply. "I…I…I'm sorry I- "
"What are you staring at?!"
Grandpa's eyes widened. "N-nothing!"
"So…you've come to stare at the hanyou…" Inu Yasha stood back and glared at Grandpa, losing none of his terrifying appearance. Grandpa paled and felt his veins go cold.
"P-Please, I meant no harm, I just wanted a place to stay."
A malicious grin grew on Inu Yasha's face. "I'll give you a place to stay."
Inu Yasha grabbed Grandpa by the arm and began dragging him towards the hallway. Grandpa yelled for help, but none would come.
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It was a beautiful morning. The sun shone brightly in the sky as birds flying overhead twittled a happy tune. Guests freshly arrived chattered on about meaningless topics important only to them. Delicacies carefully prepared and decorated by the townspeople lay arranged in their dishes on intricately designed tablecloths. Children played games. Dogs chased toys thrown. Everyone was smiling, happy. It was a perfect atmosphere. A perfect day for a wedding.
Above it all, a single whistle drew the attention of the entire crowd. "I'd like to welcome you all to my wedding." The crowd cheered. Kouga's female fan club weeped and wailed. Kouga smiled brightly. A happy man. His future bride, soon to be blushing, Kagome, was waiting for him in her cottage. He had arranged everything all by himself. The cake even had four layers. Four layers! Even Pierre Duchamp hadn't had four layers on his wedding cake, and he was the son of the baker. Kouga beamed. What a proud day it was.
"But first…I guess I better go in there and propose to the girl." Kouga chuckled.
Everyone in the crowd, excluding Kouga's female fan club, burst out laughing.
Jaken ran up to Kouga. "Everything's set Kouga! Anything else?"
Kouga assumed a professional stance. "Now when Kagome and I come out that door…"
"Oh I know I know! I strike up the band!" As he spoke, a group of random villagers began playing a lively version of "Here Comes the Bride."
"Not yet!" Kouga let out an irritated sigh as the music quickly died. What a bunch of idiots. He turned towards Kagome's cottage and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. As he walked over, he made some last minute adjustments, straightening his jacket, wiping the mud off his boots. Not that she would say no, but might as well make this moment special for the girl.
He rang the doorbell and stepped back to survey his future home. Those flowers would need to go. Definitely. Too many posies for his liking. A perfect place for building a gun shed. He'd need a place for his trophies though. The tavern simply was not safe enough.
Kagome's eyes widened as she noticed Kouga past the curtains in the window. What did he want now? With the grim realization that she would have to open the door, she slowly turned the door knob and peeked through the crack in the door. Kouga took this as an open invitation and helped Kagome with opening the door. Kagome forced a smile. "Kouga! What a pleasant surprise…" A sour expression graced her features as Kouga took her hand in his and clung to it, standing right in front of her.
"Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises." He grinned, proud of himself. "You know Kagome, there's not a woman in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day your dreams come true."
Kagome narrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she walked away from him and leaned against a table in the living room. "What could you know about my dreams Kouga?"
"Plenty!" Kouga smiled at her with enthusiasm. "Here, picture this!" He plopped down into the chair and set his feet on the table. Right next to Kagome. Kagome grimaced as she watched mud drip down his boots and onto the table. "A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire," Kouga knocked off his boots and continued rambling without break, "my little wife massaging my feet." Kagome gave a disbelieving look as she stared at Kouga's feet. She shuddered. "While the little ones play on the floor with the wolves. We'll have 6 or 7…"
"Wolves?"
"No!" Kouga sighed. Silly woman. "Strapping boys! Like me."
Kagome rolled her eyes and shoved Kouga's feet off the table. "Imagine that."
Kouga swiftly stood from the momentum and hovered closer to Kagome. "And do you know who that little wife will be?"
Uh oh…Kagome nervously edged away. It just occurred to her that the two were very alone. Her grandfather had gone to the fair. "Let me think…"
Kouga cut her off as she tried to walk around the other side of the table. "You Kagome."
Kagome quickened her pace to the door. "Kouga, I'm speechless. Really. I don't know what to say."
Kouga again intercepted her just as she reached the door. "Say you'll marry me." He leaned in for a kiss.
Oh no. There was no way he was getting away with this one. While he was preoccupied with his eyes closed, Kagome smoothly ducked away from him while twisting the door knob open. "I'm very sorry Kouga but…" Kouga realized Kagome was gone, but it was far too late. Far far too late. Kagome nudged him out the door. "But, I just don't deserve you." Kagome smiled to herself as Kouga stumbled down the stairs and struggled to regain his balance. He failed miserably. One last false step and he tripped right into a puddle of mud.
"So, how'd it go?"
Kouga slowly rose to glare at Jaken, a dangerous look of determination in his eyes. "I'll have Kagome for my wife, make no mistake about that." He rose quite quickly the rest of the way and stalked off, leaving all the preparations behind.
Jaken watched him go. "Ooo, touchy…" He looked back at all the tables. Might as well clean up. That cake was looking even better now than it did before…
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So! I finally finished that chapter. I kept avoiding it because I got bored writing only about Grandpa (sorry Grandpa fans ^-^). But Kirara was fun :D. What did everyone think? Is everyone clear on who the characters are so far? Any clue who Sess, Rin, or Kohaku could be? Sess will probably ending being silverware. And I'm making Kanna the mirror. The idea is thoroughly irresistible. Hmm, what about Kagura?
Oh, and for next chapter, now that we've met Inu Yasha, the BEAST (scary music), guess who gets to meet him next. Just guess. Reviews are like hugs. I initially want to run away, but they just lure me into more writing.
YAMASHITA: It would be pretty amusing to make Sesshomaru a spoon, wouldn't it…? ::evil grin::
KANNA: I wonder how I could make Kanna the mirror. The mirror doesn't really talk. Then again…neither does Kanna. Hmmm, quite an intriguing idea ^-^.
CHRIS-SAN: I'm so happy you like it! Of course I made Kouga Gaston! He's perfect for the role! Who else could possibly pull it off so well? I didn't read your version up to the Kouga part. Someone thinks like me…That's so coolies (and a bit frightening ;P)!
KATOUMARU: Sesshomaru a footstool, huh? ::smiles:: Either way, I'm glad you like the story so much!
VICIOUS-WOLF: Well, most of the character's you'll figure out in this chapter. As for the rest…sore wa himitsu desu, ne? Truth is, I really don't know for a few of them, so any suggestions are taken to heart.
But anywho, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. I've begun adding in my own lines and clips to make things more interesting.
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Grandpa smiled as he waved off Kagome, excited for the fair. He and Kirara traveled for several hours through lush fields and meadows, passing a couple small villages on their way.
Soon, the sky glowed a brilliant rainbow as sunset approached. Grandpa scanned his flimsy map in confusion as Kirara slowed to a walk.
"We should be there by now…maybe we missed a turn…" The two came to a fork in the road, Kirara being the only one aware of this. One path was fairly clean and light. Flowers peeked out from behind lush grass. A baby squirrel darted across the path.
The other path was…less appealing, to say the least. The skeletons of trees cast ominous shadows on the bare ground. An owl hooted overhead.
Kirara decided on the former. "I guess I should've taken…" Grandpa frowned and pulled Kirara's reins back. "No, let's go this way." Kirara stared at the second path for a moment. She neighed in disapproval. Grandpa tugged on her reins once again. "Come on Kirara! It's a shortcut. We'll be there in no time!" Reluctantly, Kirara began a dragging walk onto the second path. A menacing wind howled past. Shadows lurking in the trees deepened the fear in Kirara's chest and the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach began to make her exceedingly nervous. "This can't be right! Where have you taken us Kirara??" A low growl cut through the air. Grandpa slowly looked up to see a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back at him through the trees. Another pair soon joined the first. Grandpa swallowed slowly. "We better turn around…" Kirara nodded in agreement and quickly turned back in the direction they came from. A loud whiny howl pierced the air. Kirara's eyes widened and she instinctively backed up, throwing her head around wildly. Another howl and she reared into the air. Grandpa struggled to keep control. Kirara was terrified and could not be calmed. Continually backing up, the wagon hit a tree, sending the disturbed bats resting in it screeching into the night air. Kirara burst into a blind gallop and raced towards any direction that wasn't the forest.
Grandpa frantically pulled on Kirara's reins. His eyes widened in fear as he looked ahead and saw a cliff. Kirara's realized too late as she reached the edge and reared again, struggled to remain on the cliff. Grandpa tugged on her reins again. "Back up! Back up!" After a couple tense moments, the wagon was a safe few feet away from the edge. However, Kirara was still very much afraid and reared once again. This time, Grandpa was knocked off his bench and hit the cold ground with a loud thud. Kirara, unaware she had lost her driver, continued running and disappeared from sight into the forest.
Grandpa stared off in the direction she ran. After a moment, a pathetic voice broke the silence. "Kirara…?" To his shock, the yellow eyes from before appeared very close to him. Slowly, several forms slinked out of the inky shadows and revealed feral and hungry-looking wolves. Leisurely, the wolves began to circle Grandpa. Before they came too close, Grandpa bolted up and ran off in the direction Kirara ran. The wolves licked their chops and wasted no time in giving chase.
His breath becoming ragged, Grandpa began to lose hope. Looking back, he gasped as he noticed the wolves were closing in on him. When he turned back, he nearly fell over as he almost ran into a gate. The sheer size of it was overwhelming. The barking of the wolves brought Grandpa back to reality and he began rattling and shaking the gate.
"Help! Is someone there?" He looked back again. The wolves were mere feet away. "Help!!" Suddenly, the gate gave way and Grandpa collapsed inside. Turning over quickly, he slammed the gate shut with his foot just in time.
He clung to his jacket and shivered. After a few minutes of clawing at the gate, the wolves finally gave up and eventually dispersed.
A bit of drizzle began falling. Grandpa looked towards the sky and wiped some rain from his forehead. It was very late and he had no horse. Looking to the right, he finally noticed the large castle looming over the grounds. His only choice was staying here for the night. He slowly began trudging to the castle.
Once he reached the doors, he cautiously pushed open the enormous doors. A loud creak greeted his ears as he stepped inside. "Hello…?"
A shuffle in the shadows caught his attention.
"Fella must've lost his place in the woods…"
"Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away."
Grandpa looked around. Did he just hear a conversation?
"Is someone there?"
A hushed pause, then a whisper of warning from the second. "Not a word! Not one word…"
Grandpa furrowed his eyebrows. There was definitely someone here. "I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse, and I need a place to stay for the night…"
Nearby on a table stand three household objects which appear to be ordinary. A talking clock, candle and feather duster…
How…ordinary…?
The clock was making an attempt to silence the candle. The feather duster was preoccupied and seemed incredibly irritated at something. The candle smoothly removed the clock's hand. "Oh Myouga, have a heart…"
Myouga angrily shook his head and quickly covered the candle's mouth again. The candle moved his arm, another smaller candle, and heated Myouga's hand until he jumped back from shock. The candle smoothly stepped forward on the table and smirked in triumph.
"Of course Monsieur. You are welcome here."
Grandpa quickly grabbed the nearby candle in the surprise from an answer. "Who said that?"
The candle waved his arms from his seat in Grandpa's hand. "Over here."
Grandpa moved the candle around to see the rest of the room in light, though he was completely bewildered. "Where?"
Conveniently, the candle now found himself facing Grandpa. "Allo."
Grandpa nearly jumped out of his skin in fear. He dropped the candle and stepped back, staring at it. After a moment, he gathered courage and picked up the candle again, inspecting it. "Incredible…" After a moment, he decided that the candle must be from an ancient age, cursed. The poor thing.
Myouga angrily hopped over to the pair, muttering random curses. "Well now you've done it. Splendid! Just peachy!"
Grandpa turned and looked down, completely fascinated. He picked up the clock and poked at the hands on Myouga's face.
"How is this accomplished?"
Myouga irately pushed his hand away and struggled to get free. "Put me down!"
Grandpa was completely oblivious to Myouga's discomfort. How did this clock speak so freely? What an invention…Grandpa opened the glass covering and moved the pendulum back and forth.
Myouga nearly burst with rage. "Close that at once!" Grandpa too surprised to do anything, Myouga had to close it on his own. "Do you mind?!"
Grandpa set Myouga back on the ground and smiled sheepishly. "I…I beg your pardon, it's just that I've never seen a ta…talk-" Grandpa fell back from a violent sneeze.
The candle frowned. "You are soaked to the bone Monsieur." He smoothly made his way over to Grandpa and gave a formal bow. "My name is Miroku and I'd like to welcome you to our home." He gestured towards the others. "This is Sango and Myouga. Please, come sit by the fire." Sango looked up with a confused expression. Myouga was speechless.
Grandpa weakly stood and smiled. "Thank you."
Meanwhile, Myouga was becoming more furious by the second. WHAT was Miroku doing?? The old man had no right to be in this castle. Moreover, the Master would have their heads if he discovered an intruder here and…and…and where did that jerk go? Myouga looked around the foyer frantically and noticed the trio heading towards the living room. His eyes widened in terror. "No no no! You know what the Master will do if he finds him here…" A feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach as Myouga realized his warnings were having no affect.
"I still don't see why I had to be a feather duster, of all things."
Miroku smiled at her. "Sango, you were a maid. Would you have preferred a rag instead?"
Sango made a sour face and crossed her arms. "You always know what to say to make a girl feel special."
Miroku took hold of Sango's hand. "Why thank you Mademoiselle."
Sango removed her hand with disgust as Myouga ran into the living room and tumbled down the small set of stairs. Several random corks and screws scattered their way about him each time he hit the next step. Under Miroku's grin, Myouga quickly gathered them. "Extra parts…?"
Miroku sighed with amusement. "I don't believe you came with them Myouga." Before Myouga could respond, Miroku led Grandpa to the Master's chair. Myouga's eyes widened once again as he gracelessly ran forward with an indignant expression. "Oooooh no! Not the Master's chair!"
An ottoman slowly strolled in with a languid tassel. It slowly passed by Grandpa's legs and rubbed against his ankles.
"Buyo!!" Myouga made an exasperated choking sound. "I am not seeing this! I'm not seeing this!"
Grandpa smiled warmly as the ottoman landed in his lap. "Well hello boy!"
Myouga stomped over and stood squarely in front of Grandpa, demanding attention. "Alright, this has gone far enough! I'm in charge here!"
He crossed his arms to any who dared defy him. This did nothing. With almost no warning, a snack cart rolled in front of Grandpa, quickly replacing Myouga with a loud thud.
A teapot sat on the tray with a small cup beside her. The teapot quickly grabbed Grandpa's attention. "How would you like a nice some tea Sir? It'll warm you up in no time."
Myouga struggled to stand. "No, no tea!" Grandpa, still surprised by the offer, smiled as he accepted the streaming cup with a fox design.
The cup began giggling. "His beard tickles Grandma…"
"Oh! What's your name?" The cup giggled again. "It's Shippou! I'm- "
Shippou was cut off rather suddenly as doors to the living room burst open, revealing an angry figure. He was short of breath and his eyes darted about, nose sniffing the air.
Shippou scrambled to hide behind Grandma and peeked past her to see what would happen. Sango inconspicuously placed herself behind Miroku. Not to let him protect her. Just using him as a shield is all.
Inu Yasha's eyes narrowed. "There's a stranger here…" He prowled about until he was at the side of Grandpa's chair.
Miroku's eyes shot open at the circumstance. Crap crap crap! Screwed screwed screwed! With desperation deep in his veins, he smiled charmingly. "Inu Yasha…allow me to explain. You see, the gentleman, he was lost in the woods. It was cold and wet so-"
Myoga shoved Miroku out of the way with a plastered on smile reaching ear to ear. "Master, I'd like to take this moment to say, I was against this from the start. It was all his fault." Myouga pointed at Miroku who glared back at him. "I tried to stop them, but would they listen to me? No no-" Myouga nearly screamed as Inu Yasha was suddenly face to face with him, baring his teeth and growling. Needless to say, it would not be something pleasant to wake up to.
"Shut up." Myouga nodded nervously and disappeared behind Miroku. Miroku did not look pleased. Sango behind him had been no bother, but Myouga was just an idiot.
Before Grandpa knew what was happening, he found Inu Yasha looming over him, an enraged expression covering his face. "Who are you?"
Grandpa shrunk back in his chair. He tried to answer, but his throat became thick and he couldn't speak.
"What are you doing here?"
Grandpa lip trembled as he struggled to find words. "I…I was lost in the woods and…and-"
Inu Yasha's voice grew enormous and filled the room. "You're not welcome here!" Utter silence followed as Inu Yasha stared at Grandpa.
After a tense moment, Grandpa managed to stutter a reply. "I…I…I'm sorry I- "
"What are you staring at?!"
Grandpa's eyes widened. "N-nothing!"
"So…you've come to stare at the hanyou…" Inu Yasha stood back and glared at Grandpa, losing none of his terrifying appearance. Grandpa paled and felt his veins go cold.
"P-Please, I meant no harm, I just wanted a place to stay."
A malicious grin grew on Inu Yasha's face. "I'll give you a place to stay."
Inu Yasha grabbed Grandpa by the arm and began dragging him towards the hallway. Grandpa yelled for help, but none would come.
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It was a beautiful morning. The sun shone brightly in the sky as birds flying overhead twittled a happy tune. Guests freshly arrived chattered on about meaningless topics important only to them. Delicacies carefully prepared and decorated by the townspeople lay arranged in their dishes on intricately designed tablecloths. Children played games. Dogs chased toys thrown. Everyone was smiling, happy. It was a perfect atmosphere. A perfect day for a wedding.
Above it all, a single whistle drew the attention of the entire crowd. "I'd like to welcome you all to my wedding." The crowd cheered. Kouga's female fan club weeped and wailed. Kouga smiled brightly. A happy man. His future bride, soon to be blushing, Kagome, was waiting for him in her cottage. He had arranged everything all by himself. The cake even had four layers. Four layers! Even Pierre Duchamp hadn't had four layers on his wedding cake, and he was the son of the baker. Kouga beamed. What a proud day it was.
"But first…I guess I better go in there and propose to the girl." Kouga chuckled.
Everyone in the crowd, excluding Kouga's female fan club, burst out laughing.
Jaken ran up to Kouga. "Everything's set Kouga! Anything else?"
Kouga assumed a professional stance. "Now when Kagome and I come out that door…"
"Oh I know I know! I strike up the band!" As he spoke, a group of random villagers began playing a lively version of "Here Comes the Bride."
"Not yet!" Kouga let out an irritated sigh as the music quickly died. What a bunch of idiots. He turned towards Kagome's cottage and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. As he walked over, he made some last minute adjustments, straightening his jacket, wiping the mud off his boots. Not that she would say no, but might as well make this moment special for the girl.
He rang the doorbell and stepped back to survey his future home. Those flowers would need to go. Definitely. Too many posies for his liking. A perfect place for building a gun shed. He'd need a place for his trophies though. The tavern simply was not safe enough.
Kagome's eyes widened as she noticed Kouga past the curtains in the window. What did he want now? With the grim realization that she would have to open the door, she slowly turned the door knob and peeked through the crack in the door. Kouga took this as an open invitation and helped Kagome with opening the door. Kagome forced a smile. "Kouga! What a pleasant surprise…" A sour expression graced her features as Kouga took her hand in his and clung to it, standing right in front of her.
"Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises." He grinned, proud of himself. "You know Kagome, there's not a woman in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day your dreams come true."
Kagome narrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she walked away from him and leaned against a table in the living room. "What could you know about my dreams Kouga?"
"Plenty!" Kouga smiled at her with enthusiasm. "Here, picture this!" He plopped down into the chair and set his feet on the table. Right next to Kagome. Kagome grimaced as she watched mud drip down his boots and onto the table. "A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire," Kouga knocked off his boots and continued rambling without break, "my little wife massaging my feet." Kagome gave a disbelieving look as she stared at Kouga's feet. She shuddered. "While the little ones play on the floor with the wolves. We'll have 6 or 7…"
"Wolves?"
"No!" Kouga sighed. Silly woman. "Strapping boys! Like me."
Kagome rolled her eyes and shoved Kouga's feet off the table. "Imagine that."
Kouga swiftly stood from the momentum and hovered closer to Kagome. "And do you know who that little wife will be?"
Uh oh…Kagome nervously edged away. It just occurred to her that the two were very alone. Her grandfather had gone to the fair. "Let me think…"
Kouga cut her off as she tried to walk around the other side of the table. "You Kagome."
Kagome quickened her pace to the door. "Kouga, I'm speechless. Really. I don't know what to say."
Kouga again intercepted her just as she reached the door. "Say you'll marry me." He leaned in for a kiss.
Oh no. There was no way he was getting away with this one. While he was preoccupied with his eyes closed, Kagome smoothly ducked away from him while twisting the door knob open. "I'm very sorry Kouga but…" Kouga realized Kagome was gone, but it was far too late. Far far too late. Kagome nudged him out the door. "But, I just don't deserve you." Kagome smiled to herself as Kouga stumbled down the stairs and struggled to regain his balance. He failed miserably. One last false step and he tripped right into a puddle of mud.
"So, how'd it go?"
Kouga slowly rose to glare at Jaken, a dangerous look of determination in his eyes. "I'll have Kagome for my wife, make no mistake about that." He rose quite quickly the rest of the way and stalked off, leaving all the preparations behind.
Jaken watched him go. "Ooo, touchy…" He looked back at all the tables. Might as well clean up. That cake was looking even better now than it did before…
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So! I finally finished that chapter. I kept avoiding it because I got bored writing only about Grandpa (sorry Grandpa fans ^-^). But Kirara was fun :D. What did everyone think? Is everyone clear on who the characters are so far? Any clue who Sess, Rin, or Kohaku could be? Sess will probably ending being silverware. And I'm making Kanna the mirror. The idea is thoroughly irresistible. Hmm, what about Kagura?
Oh, and for next chapter, now that we've met Inu Yasha, the BEAST (scary music), guess who gets to meet him next. Just guess. Reviews are like hugs. I initially want to run away, but they just lure me into more writing.