AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I've never gotten so many in such a short amount of time. Needless to say, I was inspired to write more. And yeah, about the well and what it's made of... after doing some research (which consisted mainly of asking my sister) I have discovered that the _inside_ of the well is stone, and the top part where anyone would be leaning is wood. Whoops on my part.
And never fear, I'm not going yaoi. IY is one of those series where I can't see any of the characters as gay... maybe with the possible exception of Naraku, but he and Kikyo make such a great couple anyway that I wouldn't want to mess that up. Anywho, here is the first chapter of our adventures in Tokyo! Woohoo!
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Future Lovin' Part 2
Sango winced as she opened her eyes. Her head hurt. It felt like she had fallen and- oh, yeah, she had. Stupid Miroku dragging her into the well... Speaking of which, they were still in the bottom of the well, and it was dark at the top. Growling in irritation, the day had disappeared while she had been unconscious, she tried to sit up.
Only then did she realize that Miroku was lying on top of her with his head pillowed on her chest and an all too happy smile on his face!
Sango wriggled out from beneath him and hit the back of his head. Even when knocked senseless he was still a pervert.
The smack woke him up, and groggily he looked at her. "Eh, Sango? What'd I do now?"
Rather than answer, Sango stood and glanced around at the sides and bottom of the well. It was quite a climb to the top, but fortunately Kagome had set a ladder against the wall. "Come on, Houshi-sama, dinner's probably ready about now." To emphasize her words, her stomach rumbled loudly. Blushing, she started climbing up the ladder.
Miroku, now fully awake, tilted his head. "When did Kagome-sama bring a ladder?"
Sango shrugged, continuing her climb. She swung her body over the rim and gasped. "Houshi-sama!"
Miroku scampered up the ladder with surprising speed considering his left arm was broken and stared in shock. They were no longer in the forest. They were in a little building at one end of a shrine yard. At the other end stood a house, light and laughter pouring out of its open windows.
Sango recovered first and began drifting towards the house. Miroku caught her arm. "What are you doing?"
Sango tore her gaze from the house, something which seemed a great effort to her, and smiled up at the monk. "This is Kagome-chan's world!"
Miroku stared, startled. He had never seen Sango smile so broadly before. Shaking himself, he tugged on her arm. "Then let's get back to our world."
Sango pulled out of his grip. "No! Kagome-chan has said so much about this place. I want to see it all for myself!" She started her march to the house again. Miroku followed slowly.
When she reached the front door, Sango paused, suddenly uncertain. Should she be here? Or should she listen to Miroku? They didn't belong here, but she so wanted to look upon the wonders of Kagome's world, things greater than instant ramen and bicycles and bathing suits.
Miroku made her decision for her and rapped on the door. A moment later, the door swung inward, surprising both of them, and a little boy confronted them. "Um... can I-"
"May, dear! May!" a woman called from further in the house.
The boy flushed and groaned. "_May_ I help you?"
Miroku stepped forward and bowed, proceeding into his usual speech, "I'm sorry to disturb the household, but we were just passing by and noticed an evil spirt looming over the-"
Sango elbowed him in the ribs. "Are you Kagome-chan's brother?"
The little boy's eyes widened, and he took a second, closer look at their clothing. "Hey! You're from the well!"
Sango nodded. "Yes. Could we come in?"
The boy stepped back and gestured them inside. "Yeah! Hey, did Inu-yasha come with you? He's so cool! Oh yeah, my name's Souta. What's yours?"
After introducing themselves to Souta, he prattled on at a mile a minute, talking about nothing in particular, yet focusing mainly on a certain dog-demon. By the time they reached the kitchen, Miroku and Sango knew _all_ about Inu-yasha's exploits in Kagome's world.
"... and he was so cool when he killed that monster thing!"
Mrs. Higurashi looked up from the spaghetti she was stirring and smiled sympathetically at Miroku and Sango. Both looked frightened and slightly pained. She wore that exact same expression every time her son became talkative. To save them, she ordered her son to set a few extra places for their guests.
"All right! Miroku gets to sit next to me!" Souta yelled as he dashed off to do what he was told.
Sango and Miroku sighed in relief. "Is he always so..." Miroku trailed off for lack of a term.
"Hyper?" Mrs. Higurashi chuckled. "Sometimes, particularly when people from the Sengoku Jidai pop up." She glanced over her shoulder. "Kagome has mentioned some others travelling with her and Inu-yasha. Are you them?"
Miroku nodded. "Yes, we- Sango, what are you doing?"
Sango was pushing buttons on the microwave. "What is this?" she asked Mrs. Higurashi.
Mrs. Higurashi answered, "A microwave, it cooks things much more quickly than an oven."
Sango's eyebrows scrunched together. "Then why aren't you using it?"
"Well, I guess I made a broad statement. It can cook some things, but I usually use it for re-heating things already cooked. Food tends to taste better when cooked regularly."
Sango nodded and found another appliance to play with, the freezer. Prompted by her questions, Mrs. Higurashi explained the workings of the freezer, and then the refridgerator and dish washer.
While Sango oohed and aahed over the various appliances, Miroku had become curious about the many switches placed along the walls. He flipped one, the lights went out, startling him, Sango, and Mrs. Higurashi. Another flip, the lights were back on. Flip off, flip on, flip, flip, flip.
The timer Mrs. Higurashi had set for the spaghetti went off. Miroku whirled, and Sango dropped to a crouch. Assuring them that it was all right, Mrs. Higurashi turned the buzzing timer off and drained the spaghetti.
The noise had drawn Souta and Kagome's grandfather. Mrs. Higurashi expertly dished out the food to her ravenous family and guests. Dinner passed quickly with Sango and Miroku relaying Kagome's adventures (although highly sanitized) to her curious family. Afterwards, Mrs. Higurashi enlisted Sango's help in cleaning up while Souta dragged Miroku off to show him his room. Grandfather wandered back to the shrine, not exactly sure why Kagome's friends were there without her, but content in the belief that the strange dog boy would protect her.
Miroku's gaze darted around the tsunami-ravaged room that Souta claimed was his. He had never seen such a mess. Books were scattered pell-mell over the floor along with figurines of samurai and other soldiers and strange metal things on wheels that the little boy called "Hot Wheels." The chaotic jumble of posters taped to the walls and ceiling blocked off any sight of the aforementioned walls and ceiling.
Miroku assumed that a bed existed somewhere beneath the- oh, there it was. Souta had just hopped onto it. As he bounced up and down, a baseball and glove flying into the air each time he landed on the mattress, he talked. He spoke of his favorite sports, food, and school subjects as he returned to the floor and demonstrated how well the Hot Wheels zoomed through their track. Next, he rambled on about his sister and all the illnesses she had had in the past six months and how gullible teachers were and why couldn't he go with her through the well so he wouldn't have to go to school itjustwasn'tfair.
All through this, Miroku stood not quite in the room, not quite in the hallway, and stared. Souta's nearly inexhaustible supply of words finally ran out. "Whatcha wanna do now, Miroku-san?"
Miroku knew opportunity when he saw it. He also knew that one must take it and run with it when one had the chance. And so he did; not running, of course. "I think I'll check on Sango."
Souta beamed. "Good idea!" He was halfway to the stairs when a thought occurred to him. Grinning, he turned around and asked, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Miroku paused in midstep. Balanced on one foot with the other in the air, he stared speechless at the boy. He had been doing that a lot recently. He set his foot down. "N-not really, no." Damn, he was stuttering. He never stuttered. What was wrong with him? It must be that strange food, that spaghetti, or more precisely, the garlic. Yes, it must be the overuse of that garlic spice that was causing his speech impediment.
"Oh." Souta accepted his answer with a shrug and a disappointed sigh. A second later, he was bouncy again. "What about Inuyasha-niichan and Kagome-neechan?"
"What about them?" Miroku calmly started down the steps, a startling contrast to Souta who would run down and then back up the steps to Miroku.
"Are they dating?"
Miroku scratched his head and made a thoughtful noise. He did not reply until he reached the bottom step and Souta was practically leaping on to his head in his eagerness. "I wouldn't call it dating. Normally dates don't consist of killing youkai, so no."
Souta slumped. "Aw, I really hoped Inuyasha could become my brother," he whined.
"Don't worry." Miroku patted his head. "There's still hope for them yet."
By now, they had reached the kitchen. Sango was pulling a cookie tray out of the oven under Mrs. Higurashi's watchful eye. Souta, immediately recognizing the importance of the tray, bounced up to Sango and held out his hands. "May I have one pleeeeease?"
Sango glanced towards Mrs. Higurashi. The older woman sighed and planted her hands on her hips. "Oh, all right, but only _one_, and after you eat it, you march straight upstairs and get ready for bed."
"But, Mom-"
"No buts, young man. Our guests will still be here tomorrow; you can see them then."
Souta grabbed a cookie and tossed it from hand to hand waiting for it to cool. "Can Miroku-san sleep in my room?"
Mrs. Higurashi shook her head. "There's no place for him to sleep. Maybe tomorrow night, if you clean up your room."
Souta nodded eagerly, promising that he would, quickly stuffed his cookie in his mouth, and dashed upstairs.
Mrs. Higurashi called after him, "And don't forget to brush your teeth!" She slumped into a kitchen chair. "He's such a handful," she sighed mostly to herself. She looked up. "How long are you two staying?"
Miroku and Sango exchanged a glance, and the monk answered slowly, "We're... not exactly sure. How we got through the well in the first place is a mystery in itself, but I assume we'll be able to go back through it. The only reason we haven't tried is because Sango has expressed a desire to see this world, and I am curious about it as well."
Mrs. Higurashi hmmed. "Well, tomorrow's my day off. We can go shopping, get you two some clothes, see some of the sights." She stood and started putting the newly baked cookies into a jar. "Sango, you can sleep in Kagome's room and borrow some of her clothes until we can get you some of your own. Miroku, hmmm... I can make up the couch for you."
Miroku bowed. "Oh, don't trouble yourself. Sleeping on the floor in Sango's room will be fine."
Mrs. Higurashi's mouth quirked while Sango shook her head. "It's no trouble, and I'm not about to let any person in my house sleep on the floor! Sango, Kagome's room is the first one on the left upstairs, I'll let you get changed while I see to this dashing young man."
Miroku grinned, and Sango sighed. So much for Houshi-sama acting civilly, she thought. Now he's going to be back to his old tricks.
She found Kagome's room with no diffilculty and looked around the neat space. It seemed like her friend to have such an organized room. Sango yawned and gravitated towards the dresser next to the bed. After a quick search, she discovered a pair of Kagome's pajamas and slipped into them. Yawning, she crawled under the covers of the bed and closed her eyes.
And never fear, I'm not going yaoi. IY is one of those series where I can't see any of the characters as gay... maybe with the possible exception of Naraku, but he and Kikyo make such a great couple anyway that I wouldn't want to mess that up. Anywho, here is the first chapter of our adventures in Tokyo! Woohoo!
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Future Lovin' Part 2
Sango winced as she opened her eyes. Her head hurt. It felt like she had fallen and- oh, yeah, she had. Stupid Miroku dragging her into the well... Speaking of which, they were still in the bottom of the well, and it was dark at the top. Growling in irritation, the day had disappeared while she had been unconscious, she tried to sit up.
Only then did she realize that Miroku was lying on top of her with his head pillowed on her chest and an all too happy smile on his face!
Sango wriggled out from beneath him and hit the back of his head. Even when knocked senseless he was still a pervert.
The smack woke him up, and groggily he looked at her. "Eh, Sango? What'd I do now?"
Rather than answer, Sango stood and glanced around at the sides and bottom of the well. It was quite a climb to the top, but fortunately Kagome had set a ladder against the wall. "Come on, Houshi-sama, dinner's probably ready about now." To emphasize her words, her stomach rumbled loudly. Blushing, she started climbing up the ladder.
Miroku, now fully awake, tilted his head. "When did Kagome-sama bring a ladder?"
Sango shrugged, continuing her climb. She swung her body over the rim and gasped. "Houshi-sama!"
Miroku scampered up the ladder with surprising speed considering his left arm was broken and stared in shock. They were no longer in the forest. They were in a little building at one end of a shrine yard. At the other end stood a house, light and laughter pouring out of its open windows.
Sango recovered first and began drifting towards the house. Miroku caught her arm. "What are you doing?"
Sango tore her gaze from the house, something which seemed a great effort to her, and smiled up at the monk. "This is Kagome-chan's world!"
Miroku stared, startled. He had never seen Sango smile so broadly before. Shaking himself, he tugged on her arm. "Then let's get back to our world."
Sango pulled out of his grip. "No! Kagome-chan has said so much about this place. I want to see it all for myself!" She started her march to the house again. Miroku followed slowly.
When she reached the front door, Sango paused, suddenly uncertain. Should she be here? Or should she listen to Miroku? They didn't belong here, but she so wanted to look upon the wonders of Kagome's world, things greater than instant ramen and bicycles and bathing suits.
Miroku made her decision for her and rapped on the door. A moment later, the door swung inward, surprising both of them, and a little boy confronted them. "Um... can I-"
"May, dear! May!" a woman called from further in the house.
The boy flushed and groaned. "_May_ I help you?"
Miroku stepped forward and bowed, proceeding into his usual speech, "I'm sorry to disturb the household, but we were just passing by and noticed an evil spirt looming over the-"
Sango elbowed him in the ribs. "Are you Kagome-chan's brother?"
The little boy's eyes widened, and he took a second, closer look at their clothing. "Hey! You're from the well!"
Sango nodded. "Yes. Could we come in?"
The boy stepped back and gestured them inside. "Yeah! Hey, did Inu-yasha come with you? He's so cool! Oh yeah, my name's Souta. What's yours?"
After introducing themselves to Souta, he prattled on at a mile a minute, talking about nothing in particular, yet focusing mainly on a certain dog-demon. By the time they reached the kitchen, Miroku and Sango knew _all_ about Inu-yasha's exploits in Kagome's world.
"... and he was so cool when he killed that monster thing!"
Mrs. Higurashi looked up from the spaghetti she was stirring and smiled sympathetically at Miroku and Sango. Both looked frightened and slightly pained. She wore that exact same expression every time her son became talkative. To save them, she ordered her son to set a few extra places for their guests.
"All right! Miroku gets to sit next to me!" Souta yelled as he dashed off to do what he was told.
Sango and Miroku sighed in relief. "Is he always so..." Miroku trailed off for lack of a term.
"Hyper?" Mrs. Higurashi chuckled. "Sometimes, particularly when people from the Sengoku Jidai pop up." She glanced over her shoulder. "Kagome has mentioned some others travelling with her and Inu-yasha. Are you them?"
Miroku nodded. "Yes, we- Sango, what are you doing?"
Sango was pushing buttons on the microwave. "What is this?" she asked Mrs. Higurashi.
Mrs. Higurashi answered, "A microwave, it cooks things much more quickly than an oven."
Sango's eyebrows scrunched together. "Then why aren't you using it?"
"Well, I guess I made a broad statement. It can cook some things, but I usually use it for re-heating things already cooked. Food tends to taste better when cooked regularly."
Sango nodded and found another appliance to play with, the freezer. Prompted by her questions, Mrs. Higurashi explained the workings of the freezer, and then the refridgerator and dish washer.
While Sango oohed and aahed over the various appliances, Miroku had become curious about the many switches placed along the walls. He flipped one, the lights went out, startling him, Sango, and Mrs. Higurashi. Another flip, the lights were back on. Flip off, flip on, flip, flip, flip.
The timer Mrs. Higurashi had set for the spaghetti went off. Miroku whirled, and Sango dropped to a crouch. Assuring them that it was all right, Mrs. Higurashi turned the buzzing timer off and drained the spaghetti.
The noise had drawn Souta and Kagome's grandfather. Mrs. Higurashi expertly dished out the food to her ravenous family and guests. Dinner passed quickly with Sango and Miroku relaying Kagome's adventures (although highly sanitized) to her curious family. Afterwards, Mrs. Higurashi enlisted Sango's help in cleaning up while Souta dragged Miroku off to show him his room. Grandfather wandered back to the shrine, not exactly sure why Kagome's friends were there without her, but content in the belief that the strange dog boy would protect her.
Miroku's gaze darted around the tsunami-ravaged room that Souta claimed was his. He had never seen such a mess. Books were scattered pell-mell over the floor along with figurines of samurai and other soldiers and strange metal things on wheels that the little boy called "Hot Wheels." The chaotic jumble of posters taped to the walls and ceiling blocked off any sight of the aforementioned walls and ceiling.
Miroku assumed that a bed existed somewhere beneath the- oh, there it was. Souta had just hopped onto it. As he bounced up and down, a baseball and glove flying into the air each time he landed on the mattress, he talked. He spoke of his favorite sports, food, and school subjects as he returned to the floor and demonstrated how well the Hot Wheels zoomed through their track. Next, he rambled on about his sister and all the illnesses she had had in the past six months and how gullible teachers were and why couldn't he go with her through the well so he wouldn't have to go to school itjustwasn'tfair.
All through this, Miroku stood not quite in the room, not quite in the hallway, and stared. Souta's nearly inexhaustible supply of words finally ran out. "Whatcha wanna do now, Miroku-san?"
Miroku knew opportunity when he saw it. He also knew that one must take it and run with it when one had the chance. And so he did; not running, of course. "I think I'll check on Sango."
Souta beamed. "Good idea!" He was halfway to the stairs when a thought occurred to him. Grinning, he turned around and asked, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Miroku paused in midstep. Balanced on one foot with the other in the air, he stared speechless at the boy. He had been doing that a lot recently. He set his foot down. "N-not really, no." Damn, he was stuttering. He never stuttered. What was wrong with him? It must be that strange food, that spaghetti, or more precisely, the garlic. Yes, it must be the overuse of that garlic spice that was causing his speech impediment.
"Oh." Souta accepted his answer with a shrug and a disappointed sigh. A second later, he was bouncy again. "What about Inuyasha-niichan and Kagome-neechan?"
"What about them?" Miroku calmly started down the steps, a startling contrast to Souta who would run down and then back up the steps to Miroku.
"Are they dating?"
Miroku scratched his head and made a thoughtful noise. He did not reply until he reached the bottom step and Souta was practically leaping on to his head in his eagerness. "I wouldn't call it dating. Normally dates don't consist of killing youkai, so no."
Souta slumped. "Aw, I really hoped Inuyasha could become my brother," he whined.
"Don't worry." Miroku patted his head. "There's still hope for them yet."
By now, they had reached the kitchen. Sango was pulling a cookie tray out of the oven under Mrs. Higurashi's watchful eye. Souta, immediately recognizing the importance of the tray, bounced up to Sango and held out his hands. "May I have one pleeeeease?"
Sango glanced towards Mrs. Higurashi. The older woman sighed and planted her hands on her hips. "Oh, all right, but only _one_, and after you eat it, you march straight upstairs and get ready for bed."
"But, Mom-"
"No buts, young man. Our guests will still be here tomorrow; you can see them then."
Souta grabbed a cookie and tossed it from hand to hand waiting for it to cool. "Can Miroku-san sleep in my room?"
Mrs. Higurashi shook her head. "There's no place for him to sleep. Maybe tomorrow night, if you clean up your room."
Souta nodded eagerly, promising that he would, quickly stuffed his cookie in his mouth, and dashed upstairs.
Mrs. Higurashi called after him, "And don't forget to brush your teeth!" She slumped into a kitchen chair. "He's such a handful," she sighed mostly to herself. She looked up. "How long are you two staying?"
Miroku and Sango exchanged a glance, and the monk answered slowly, "We're... not exactly sure. How we got through the well in the first place is a mystery in itself, but I assume we'll be able to go back through it. The only reason we haven't tried is because Sango has expressed a desire to see this world, and I am curious about it as well."
Mrs. Higurashi hmmed. "Well, tomorrow's my day off. We can go shopping, get you two some clothes, see some of the sights." She stood and started putting the newly baked cookies into a jar. "Sango, you can sleep in Kagome's room and borrow some of her clothes until we can get you some of your own. Miroku, hmmm... I can make up the couch for you."
Miroku bowed. "Oh, don't trouble yourself. Sleeping on the floor in Sango's room will be fine."
Mrs. Higurashi's mouth quirked while Sango shook her head. "It's no trouble, and I'm not about to let any person in my house sleep on the floor! Sango, Kagome's room is the first one on the left upstairs, I'll let you get changed while I see to this dashing young man."
Miroku grinned, and Sango sighed. So much for Houshi-sama acting civilly, she thought. Now he's going to be back to his old tricks.
She found Kagome's room with no diffilculty and looked around the neat space. It seemed like her friend to have such an organized room. Sango yawned and gravitated towards the dresser next to the bed. After a quick search, she discovered a pair of Kagome's pajamas and slipped into them. Yawning, she crawled under the covers of the bed and closed her eyes.