This is my first attempt on writing a fanfiction so, be nice. =)
*INUYUSHA- is own by Rumiko Takahashi- yadda-yadda-yadda. all those batch of copyrights and warnings.*
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JAPANESE TRANSLATION:
Yokai-demon
Nani-what
Che-shit
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Chapter 1: Stranger
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I'm 18 years old, a freshman college student, and the heir to the Higurashi Shrine. Guess that makes me kind-of a priestess then even though I do not believe in those spiritual- yokai mumbo jumbo things. But, you know, just between you and me, I'm not disclosing the idea about those things either...
Especially, these days.
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"Nani? Another dream?" Kagome stared at the starry sky. ['Why am I having these weird dreams?']
An image of a boy in red kimono with white hair is seen in the black sky.
"Why do I have the strangest feeling that I know him somehow? Yet no matter how much I rock my head I can't remember why or how I met him." Staring at the image bemusedly.
"Hmm."
30 minutes later.
"Are those ears real?"
~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile in another apartment just eight blocks away.
"Damn it, Miroku!" A boy slammed the bathroom door with enough force to make the whole apartment building shook. Some of the residents of the apartment had taken cover whether under the bed or run out of the building in fear of what they think is an earthquake.
"What the heck did you do to the shampoo?" The boy who cost the racket whipped a towel at the sleeping man.
"Ow!"
"Che!" Making a fist of his still wet hair.
The rudely awakened man turned to stare at the intruder while rubbing his thigh where the towel hit him. "Why it looks nicer on you than your black hair." He replied then went back to sleep.
This of course only angered the now-white-haired boy more. "Get up, you stupid jerk, and fix my hair!" Kicking the side of the bed, jarring its occupant.
"Inuyasha," Miroku sitting up, "your hair is originally white, so what's wrong with helping you gain back the original color of your hair."
"First of all, I don't believe you're doing this for me. You don't help anyone unless there's something perverted thing you can gain from this." Inuyasha shouted.
"That hurt, you know." Miroku replied and have the decency to look hurt too.
"Che!" Inuyasha retorted back. "Now tell me what you did to the shampoo before I get those stupid questions again why my hair is white at a very young age or that where I got it since my mother has black hair."
"Your brother has white hair and so is your father, yet it never bothered them." Miroku mused. ['Then again people never bothered them either. Why should they when just looking at those two gives me Goosebumps.' ]"Besides, you used to like it."
"No, I didn't."
"Then how come you haven't dyed it before?"
"Because I can't think of any reason to say if they ask me why my hair isn't white anymore?" Inuyasha responded without thinking.
"Nani?" Miruko looked at his friend strangely and started laughing. "That's all that's keeping you from dying your hair black when we were kids? And I thought it was something else."
"Like what?"
"Well, like you have some great attachment to your hair or something."
"Why would I?" Inuyasha replied, apparently he had calmed down. "I'm not some girl who would go bonkers with some stupid hair."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, just a guy without a brain, neh?"
A loud crashed was heard throughout the neighbor.
"Ouch." Miroku nursed the lump on his head- courtesy of Inuyasha. "Dang, your mother was right in naming you a dog demon after all. You have the manners similar to the dog and a demon."
"Don't say anything about my mother." Inuyasha said.
Inuyasha walked out the room. "Che! Miroku you just made me miss out some sleep. I'm going to dye my hair."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
That made Inuyasha stopped. "Why is that?" ['I'm not going to like this, am I?']
"Well, um," Miroku easing back, "the chemical I used, well, it will," he was suddenly fascinated at the fuming black smoke that's coming out of Inuyasha's body. He swallowed--- hard. "Well, you see Inuyasha," ['Got to find the nearest escape.'] "The thing is- if you dye your hair itwillcauseanegativereactioncausingyourhairtofalloff."
"NANI!?$%^!"
A burst of birds it the forest flew off to the night sky.
Scientist attributed the phenomenon unsolved.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day.
"Damn, that stupid guy." Miroku murmured as he wandered to the refrigerator- sticking his head in the freezer to ease the pain that Inuyasha cause. ['My head will never be the same.' ]
"I'm leaving- get out of the fridge." Inuyasha asked as he yanked Miroku out and rummaged the fridge for food.
"Huh?" Miroku stared at his friend's head - which was currently covered by a bandana. ['Still can't think of a reason, eh?'] And then he notice something- really strange. "You cut your hair."
"Of course." Inuyasha replied. Now he looks like a gangster- with his head covered by blue bandana, which only emphasize the white hair that stick out from the back and front of his head. He was wearing a white shirt with blue long sleeve, black jeans, and leather booths, and wearing sunglasses to hide his golden-brown eyes.
['Hm, maybe the girls would like this better and would probably attribute it to a bad boy image. At least, he didn't dye his hair black. I always wonder why it seemed that there are more girls coming to the apartment when his hair is white. But heck, who's complaining. This has got to work- or else all the hard work I did will be wasted.' ]
"I'm taking your bike."
The announcement woke Miroku out of his reverie. "Why? - You can run faster."
"Che." Inuyasha turned to leave. "That would attract attention- that's why I'm taking your bike."
"What happen to yours?"
"None of your business."
"Damn it, Inuyasha!" Miroku chased after his friend only to stop- when his so-called friend arched his brow at him. "Fine, take the damn bike- but take care of it, okay?"
Miroku picked up the phone and dialed.
"Operation one successful- on to step two."
ON TO CHAPTER 2
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Review tell me how could I improve myself.. ^_^ Although, if you flame it- I might as well quit. =(
I want to know - if I have a future in writing. You can criticize me but don't make me feel bad.
*INUYUSHA- is own by Rumiko Takahashi- yadda-yadda-yadda. all those batch of copyrights and warnings.*
*********************************************************************
JAPANESE TRANSLATION:
Yokai-demon
Nani-what
Che-shit
*********************************************************************
Chapter 1: Stranger
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I'm 18 years old, a freshman college student, and the heir to the Higurashi Shrine. Guess that makes me kind-of a priestess then even though I do not believe in those spiritual- yokai mumbo jumbo things. But, you know, just between you and me, I'm not disclosing the idea about those things either...
Especially, these days.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Nani? Another dream?" Kagome stared at the starry sky. ['Why am I having these weird dreams?']
An image of a boy in red kimono with white hair is seen in the black sky.
"Why do I have the strangest feeling that I know him somehow? Yet no matter how much I rock my head I can't remember why or how I met him." Staring at the image bemusedly.
"Hmm."
30 minutes later.
"Are those ears real?"
~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile in another apartment just eight blocks away.
"Damn it, Miroku!" A boy slammed the bathroom door with enough force to make the whole apartment building shook. Some of the residents of the apartment had taken cover whether under the bed or run out of the building in fear of what they think is an earthquake.
"What the heck did you do to the shampoo?" The boy who cost the racket whipped a towel at the sleeping man.
"Ow!"
"Che!" Making a fist of his still wet hair.
The rudely awakened man turned to stare at the intruder while rubbing his thigh where the towel hit him. "Why it looks nicer on you than your black hair." He replied then went back to sleep.
This of course only angered the now-white-haired boy more. "Get up, you stupid jerk, and fix my hair!" Kicking the side of the bed, jarring its occupant.
"Inuyasha," Miroku sitting up, "your hair is originally white, so what's wrong with helping you gain back the original color of your hair."
"First of all, I don't believe you're doing this for me. You don't help anyone unless there's something perverted thing you can gain from this." Inuyasha shouted.
"That hurt, you know." Miroku replied and have the decency to look hurt too.
"Che!" Inuyasha retorted back. "Now tell me what you did to the shampoo before I get those stupid questions again why my hair is white at a very young age or that where I got it since my mother has black hair."
"Your brother has white hair and so is your father, yet it never bothered them." Miroku mused. ['Then again people never bothered them either. Why should they when just looking at those two gives me Goosebumps.' ]"Besides, you used to like it."
"No, I didn't."
"Then how come you haven't dyed it before?"
"Because I can't think of any reason to say if they ask me why my hair isn't white anymore?" Inuyasha responded without thinking.
"Nani?" Miruko looked at his friend strangely and started laughing. "That's all that's keeping you from dying your hair black when we were kids? And I thought it was something else."
"Like what?"
"Well, like you have some great attachment to your hair or something."
"Why would I?" Inuyasha replied, apparently he had calmed down. "I'm not some girl who would go bonkers with some stupid hair."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, just a guy without a brain, neh?"
A loud crashed was heard throughout the neighbor.
"Ouch." Miroku nursed the lump on his head- courtesy of Inuyasha. "Dang, your mother was right in naming you a dog demon after all. You have the manners similar to the dog and a demon."
"Don't say anything about my mother." Inuyasha said.
Inuyasha walked out the room. "Che! Miroku you just made me miss out some sleep. I'm going to dye my hair."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
That made Inuyasha stopped. "Why is that?" ['I'm not going to like this, am I?']
"Well, um," Miroku easing back, "the chemical I used, well, it will," he was suddenly fascinated at the fuming black smoke that's coming out of Inuyasha's body. He swallowed--- hard. "Well, you see Inuyasha," ['Got to find the nearest escape.'] "The thing is- if you dye your hair itwillcauseanegativereactioncausingyourhairtofalloff."
"NANI!?$%^!"
A burst of birds it the forest flew off to the night sky.
Scientist attributed the phenomenon unsolved.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day.
"Damn, that stupid guy." Miroku murmured as he wandered to the refrigerator- sticking his head in the freezer to ease the pain that Inuyasha cause. ['My head will never be the same.' ]
"I'm leaving- get out of the fridge." Inuyasha asked as he yanked Miroku out and rummaged the fridge for food.
"Huh?" Miroku stared at his friend's head - which was currently covered by a bandana. ['Still can't think of a reason, eh?'] And then he notice something- really strange. "You cut your hair."
"Of course." Inuyasha replied. Now he looks like a gangster- with his head covered by blue bandana, which only emphasize the white hair that stick out from the back and front of his head. He was wearing a white shirt with blue long sleeve, black jeans, and leather booths, and wearing sunglasses to hide his golden-brown eyes.
['Hm, maybe the girls would like this better and would probably attribute it to a bad boy image. At least, he didn't dye his hair black. I always wonder why it seemed that there are more girls coming to the apartment when his hair is white. But heck, who's complaining. This has got to work- or else all the hard work I did will be wasted.' ]
"I'm taking your bike."
The announcement woke Miroku out of his reverie. "Why? - You can run faster."
"Che." Inuyasha turned to leave. "That would attract attention- that's why I'm taking your bike."
"What happen to yours?"
"None of your business."
"Damn it, Inuyasha!" Miroku chased after his friend only to stop- when his so-called friend arched his brow at him. "Fine, take the damn bike- but take care of it, okay?"
Miroku picked up the phone and dialed.
"Operation one successful- on to step two."
ON TO CHAPTER 2
****************
Review tell me how could I improve myself.. ^_^ Although, if you flame it- I might as well quit. =(
I want to know - if I have a future in writing. You can criticize me but don't make me feel bad.
