The girl had run and got the rope as promised. Inuyasha climbed over
the edge of the well to have his first good look at his rescuer. As he had
thought before, she wasn't much more than a slip of a girl, nothing near to
a woman's robust appearance. By the light of the stars, he could tell that
the girl was at least somewhat pleasant to look at despite her less than
ample curves. In his altered state he was unable to distinguish anything
more than that.
The girl frowned as she looked him over.
"What's your problem," Inuyasha growled out. He didn't like the way she was scrutinizing him.
The girl started from her inspection, drawing in a sharp breath of air as embarrassment filled her every pore. She had not known she was staring.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that you were a demon is all." She bowed politely in apology.
Inuyasha, per his usual behavior, spoke before he had time to contemplate his circumstances. "I am a demon you twit."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," the girl replied.
"Yeah, you look like you're dumb enough not to tell the difference"
The girl visibly puffed with anger at being insulted. There is no way that this boy before her is going to get away with treating her in such a manor. Especially since she had been gracious enough to pull his sorry carcass out of the well after his first round of insults.
Completely aghast the girl retorted back with barely a pause, "Well, excuse me. I'm not an expert on demons. Besides, you look human to me. Aren't demons supposed to have distinguishing markings? And another thing, are you such a dumb jerk that you can't even say 'thank you' to me for helping you out of the well?"
"I don't need some weak human's help."
"Really, then why is it you accepted my help if you could of gotten out yourself?"
Inuyasha balked at this. He was at a complete loss of words. There was no way in hell that he was going to admit to himself, much less to the girl, that he needed her help.
He stuttered out his reply, "It, it was only to save time. That's why I let you help me."
"If you're such a great demon, why would it take so long?"
"Because it does, bitch." Inuyasha was becoming more desperate by the second. Thinking under pressure has never been a strong virtue for the boy, now was definitely no exception.
The girl opened her mouth to begin another comment when realization suddenly blanketed her. She closed her mouth and her features melted from overt outrage to that of understanding and calm acceptance. She straitened her stance and her voice softened.
"You're only half demon, aren't you?"
"What of it?" He replied. He hated it when people found out about his curse. Ever since the Great War between humans and demons almost three hundred years ago most people have known that a half demon, half human changes once a month from a form that resembles a demon to one that resembles a human. Despite the fact that it is a rather common occurrence and the fact that Inuyasha had been raised to accept his inheritance he still feels inadequate when ever anyone discovers him in his human form. He doesn't mind so much that people can look at him in his regular form and tell that he is only half of something; at least then if they say anything he can just beat the ever-living tar out of them. But in his human form he is too weak to react violently to those of greater demon blood. He despises his impotence on such days and dreads the day that he would have to face a worthy adversary when in this condition. Fortunately for Inuyasha the girl before him is no such opponent.
He advanced on her a step growling menacingly.
The girl merely smiled, "My home is not too far from here and I'm sure dinner is almost ready, you may join me if you like." Inuyasha stared at the girl incredulously. A moment passed before she spoke again. "That is of course unless you already have other plans, but my family wouldn't mind your joining us." She bowed again poignantly.
Inuyasha stared the girl in the face a moment longer before nodding.
The girls smile broadened and she turned to lead the way to her home.
"By the way, my name is Kagome," she tossed back over her shoulder. "What is your name?"
"Inuyasha," he replied warily. He was utterly and completely confused. Wasn't she just mad a few seconds ago? A look of shear surprise and wonder crossed his face. Why is she being nice to me? Inuyasha was so baffled that he could do nothing but comply with her unspoken command to follow her to her house. He walked in a trance after her retreating form contemplating the resent turn of events. It wasn't until a couple minutes had passed that he realized what he was doing. His scowl returned and he set his shoulders in a rigged line. He was following a girl he didn't know to some unknown location in his weaken state. While he was sure that he could easily overpower her, he didn't know what kind of adversary he might meat up with at the end of this little journey. He should turn right around and leave this strange girl. She's probably more trouble than she's worth anyways. But he didn't do it. He continued on the path set before him. He didn't know why he wasn't listening to his inner voice and that worried him. His instincts told him that the girl was nothing to be weary of, perhaps even someone that he could trust. So, he continued on after the girl, alert for any deceit or unpleasantness that usually accompanied his relationships with others.
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AN:
And another one bites the dust. (Cliché, I love clichés) Well, chapter two is done and ahead of schedule to boot. I decided that this will be a short fic. Originally I was going to do almost thirty chapters but decided I don't really like this story and threw away all my notes on the original ending. Also, I planned on making this a slapstick humor sort of thing but then I had to get all poignant on myself and put drama in here. (Where's the fun in that?) There will be some funnies in here, at least my dry humor says so, but not to the extent I thought. (Like you knew what I was thinking.) Guess that's all for now. Oh, and a great big thank you goes out to Na'atz for the review. I feel proud all of a sudden. Great, as if my ego wasn't large enough as is. ( I will try to keep this interesting for you. (Why don't you start by being interesting in the first place, the peanut gallery retorts.) The cruelest critic is yourself, don't you agree. (No.) Again with the peanut gallery. Does anyone out there know how to get rid of the pests. (Yes, stop typing up their dialog.) Oh, should of thought of that.
23 May 2002
And that's why peanut butter is not supposed to go in the drier. -Map
The girl frowned as she looked him over.
"What's your problem," Inuyasha growled out. He didn't like the way she was scrutinizing him.
The girl started from her inspection, drawing in a sharp breath of air as embarrassment filled her every pore. She had not known she was staring.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that you were a demon is all." She bowed politely in apology.
Inuyasha, per his usual behavior, spoke before he had time to contemplate his circumstances. "I am a demon you twit."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," the girl replied.
"Yeah, you look like you're dumb enough not to tell the difference"
The girl visibly puffed with anger at being insulted. There is no way that this boy before her is going to get away with treating her in such a manor. Especially since she had been gracious enough to pull his sorry carcass out of the well after his first round of insults.
Completely aghast the girl retorted back with barely a pause, "Well, excuse me. I'm not an expert on demons. Besides, you look human to me. Aren't demons supposed to have distinguishing markings? And another thing, are you such a dumb jerk that you can't even say 'thank you' to me for helping you out of the well?"
"I don't need some weak human's help."
"Really, then why is it you accepted my help if you could of gotten out yourself?"
Inuyasha balked at this. He was at a complete loss of words. There was no way in hell that he was going to admit to himself, much less to the girl, that he needed her help.
He stuttered out his reply, "It, it was only to save time. That's why I let you help me."
"If you're such a great demon, why would it take so long?"
"Because it does, bitch." Inuyasha was becoming more desperate by the second. Thinking under pressure has never been a strong virtue for the boy, now was definitely no exception.
The girl opened her mouth to begin another comment when realization suddenly blanketed her. She closed her mouth and her features melted from overt outrage to that of understanding and calm acceptance. She straitened her stance and her voice softened.
"You're only half demon, aren't you?"
"What of it?" He replied. He hated it when people found out about his curse. Ever since the Great War between humans and demons almost three hundred years ago most people have known that a half demon, half human changes once a month from a form that resembles a demon to one that resembles a human. Despite the fact that it is a rather common occurrence and the fact that Inuyasha had been raised to accept his inheritance he still feels inadequate when ever anyone discovers him in his human form. He doesn't mind so much that people can look at him in his regular form and tell that he is only half of something; at least then if they say anything he can just beat the ever-living tar out of them. But in his human form he is too weak to react violently to those of greater demon blood. He despises his impotence on such days and dreads the day that he would have to face a worthy adversary when in this condition. Fortunately for Inuyasha the girl before him is no such opponent.
He advanced on her a step growling menacingly.
The girl merely smiled, "My home is not too far from here and I'm sure dinner is almost ready, you may join me if you like." Inuyasha stared at the girl incredulously. A moment passed before she spoke again. "That is of course unless you already have other plans, but my family wouldn't mind your joining us." She bowed again poignantly.
Inuyasha stared the girl in the face a moment longer before nodding.
The girls smile broadened and she turned to lead the way to her home.
"By the way, my name is Kagome," she tossed back over her shoulder. "What is your name?"
"Inuyasha," he replied warily. He was utterly and completely confused. Wasn't she just mad a few seconds ago? A look of shear surprise and wonder crossed his face. Why is she being nice to me? Inuyasha was so baffled that he could do nothing but comply with her unspoken command to follow her to her house. He walked in a trance after her retreating form contemplating the resent turn of events. It wasn't until a couple minutes had passed that he realized what he was doing. His scowl returned and he set his shoulders in a rigged line. He was following a girl he didn't know to some unknown location in his weaken state. While he was sure that he could easily overpower her, he didn't know what kind of adversary he might meat up with at the end of this little journey. He should turn right around and leave this strange girl. She's probably more trouble than she's worth anyways. But he didn't do it. He continued on the path set before him. He didn't know why he wasn't listening to his inner voice and that worried him. His instincts told him that the girl was nothing to be weary of, perhaps even someone that he could trust. So, he continued on after the girl, alert for any deceit or unpleasantness that usually accompanied his relationships with others.
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AN:
And another one bites the dust. (Cliché, I love clichés) Well, chapter two is done and ahead of schedule to boot. I decided that this will be a short fic. Originally I was going to do almost thirty chapters but decided I don't really like this story and threw away all my notes on the original ending. Also, I planned on making this a slapstick humor sort of thing but then I had to get all poignant on myself and put drama in here. (Where's the fun in that?) There will be some funnies in here, at least my dry humor says so, but not to the extent I thought. (Like you knew what I was thinking.) Guess that's all for now. Oh, and a great big thank you goes out to Na'atz for the review. I feel proud all of a sudden. Great, as if my ego wasn't large enough as is. ( I will try to keep this interesting for you. (Why don't you start by being interesting in the first place, the peanut gallery retorts.) The cruelest critic is yourself, don't you agree. (No.) Again with the peanut gallery. Does anyone out there know how to get rid of the pests. (Yes, stop typing up their dialog.) Oh, should of thought of that.
23 May 2002
And that's why peanut butter is not supposed to go in the drier. -Map