Author's Notes:
It's official: I've been addicted to Inuyasha for two years straight.
In honor of that, I've sifted through my computer for all the
old fics I wrote back when I was two years younger, stupider,
and less funny. After rejecting such obvious literary gems as
"Inuyasha Gets a Job ~or~ Tokyo's Workforce Becomes a Lot
More Interesting" and "Inuyasha vs. Sesshoumaru: the
Lawsuit," I decided to post this one-shot while I figure
out what to do about the seven or so fics that lie half-finished
on my conputer. Best when taken with alcohol. Enjoy ^-^
"Um, Hojo? We need to talk. I'm really sorry about standing
you up on those dates..."
I was in the Sengoku Jidai fighting a gender-bending baboon.
"I really should have called you to say I coulnd't make
it."
But Kaede doesn't have a phone, and an over-possesive dog-demon
dragged me off to sack a castle.
"It's nothing personal. I didn't really plan on it."
I really didn't plan on being chased into another time
by a half-naked centipede-woman.
"I know I've been sick a lot lately..."
And threatened, stabbed, sliced, kidnapped, and grabbed by
an oversexed Buddhist priest so many times I've lost count.
"But don't worry. I'll be fine."
Unless demons kill us all, in which case you can have your
shiatsu sandals back.
"I've just been under a lot of stress lately..."
Hell yeah.
"...and I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right
now."
Maybe after my past reincarnation dies (again) I can think
about that. With Inuy- *cough cough*
"I really appreciate everything you've done to help."
Sango really loved the herbs. Shippou says they're tasty, too.
"But maybe we can just be friends?"
Hojo scratched his head, nervously.
"Oh... well I really wasn't expecting this, Kagome."
He shrugged. "But, I guess if you feel like you're under
too much stress, we can just go back to the way things were before."
Kagome felt almost weak with relief.
"Really? Oh, thank you so much!"
"No problem," said Hojo,
smiling vaguely as he turned to leave, walking the few blocks
back to his home.
He climbed the stairs sullenly,
entered his bedroom, and slid open a hidden drawer from the wall
panelling. A katana and shuriken gleamed as he took them out and
fastened them around his waist. When he really thought about it,
maybe things were better this way. He padded toward his window
and jumped out, vanishing as he passed through it.
Now that he was unattached, he could
spend more time fighting demons in the Sengoku Jidai.