A/N (don't these get annoying?!!): Yup, another repost...
Airline Escapades
Chapter 2: Five Frolicking Fun-Filled Hours
Disclaimer: Miroku, Rainwood, and Reynamangga are standing in front of a patriotically decorated McBurger King establishment.
Freedom Fries?' What? We love French Fries! Rainwood and Reynamangga intone in the background as Miroku ceremoniously marches to the cashier inside.
Je voudrais des frites, s'il vous plaît. I would like some fries, please.
The particularly pimply teen looks perplexed, his free smile fading quickly.
Je pense que vous en savez, les frites...de les pommes des terres...Je sais que vous savez. I think you know them, fries...from potatoes...I know you know.
Oh way-ell, it don't matter none. We don't serve no French fruitcakes like you here.
Miroku can be seen flying out the door, his body flailing as he falls to the ground.
Just as Miroku will never properly own any French fries, Rainwood solemnly declares, We will never properly own Inuyasha.
--~--
Miroku and Inuyasha walked out of Gate K8, leaving dirty little Sleeping Fruity in an appropriately dirty little corner of the room. Upon realizing they had five hours until departure, Inuyasha had immediately insisted upon getting some ramen. Miroku, however, was sure that such an unvaried diet couldn't be healthy. He finally managed to persuade Inuyasha that although cheeseburger value meals weren't ramen, they were still somewhat filling and in their tight budget.
So here they were, in front of McBurger King's, trying to find a way to disperse the gigantic herd of hungry travelers without getting killed in the process. Miroku was considering their options for obtaining a free meal once they reached the desk.
Perhaps he could charm a meal out of the the cashier person?
Perhaps not. The counter guy appeared to be a decidedly straight, male sumo wrestler, unlike their dear friend, Myouga. However, Inuyasha still refused to leave without some Here were their options, as Miroku saw it:
1. Wait in line for six hours to get close enough to steal something, then run away.
Cons: They would undoubtedly be killed by employees and security guards for not paying. They would also miss their flight.
2. Go somewhere else and wait in line for eight hours, rather than the original six.
Cons: Same as above.
3. Suggest just going without food.
Cons: Miroku would have died a painful death at the hands of Inuyasha for the mere suggestion. Inuyasha and Myouga would definitely starve to death as Miroku was the only person capable of conning free meals.
4. Grab some chicken nuggets from the fat lady behind the fake tree.
Cons: Miroku, Inuyasha, and Myouga would be ripped apart by the woman's pet rottweiler, which bore a strange resemblance to its owner.
5. Dig through the trash can and eat whatever they find there.
Cons: The group would probably contract fatal diseases from digesting so much unsanitary waste.
The list went on and on, each possibility resulting in numerous untimely demises. Miroku opted for the most daring of his ideas, eyeing the red, white, and blue worn by most of the people in the crowd. Steeling himself, he spoke.
Avez-vous des frites? Nous en voudrions, s'il vous plaît... Do you have any fries? We would like some, please...
--~--
The crowd hushed for a second before responding with angry, questioning titters. Inuyasha clenched his fists in exasperation, realizing what Miroku was about to do and that it was too late to stop him.
Honestly, couldn't Miroku have chosen a better place to pull this one?
He wants french fries, you idiots. Inuyasha decided to get it over with as soon as possible.
French Fries? French Fries?!! They're Freedom Fries! Apparently, this was not such a good idea. Inuyasha was nearly crushed into oblivion by the angry people pressing against him.
Miroku and Inuyasha looked on in shock as the crowd pulled away and formed a tight circle around them, the volume of their little mantra mounting by the second.
Freedom Fries! Freedom Fries! FREEDOM FRIES!
The rottweiler behind the plastic tree bared his teeth, his homicidal tendencies seeming even more pronounced than before. Inuyasha barely managed to grab Miroku and leap away under a barrage of flying Freedom Fries and All-American Cheeseburgers; once again utilizing his demonic powers.
--~--
Miroku, I swear that is the frickin' stupidest thing you've ever frickin' done! You could have frickin' gotten us frickin' killed! Feh!
Feh' your frickin' self. Miroku, serene as ever, daintily sipped some Sprite from a paper cup. I did get us a free meal. Here, have a Freedom Fry.' Inuyasha caught the greasy projectile and took a large bite of a hamburger.
More like almost getting us killed. You'd think that you'd learn after that little incident in New York, but noooo. Oh well, at least you didn't grope all the girls during our getaway again.
What makes you think that one so noble as I could be capable of an act so despicable as that? Miroku's wide-eyed innocence did not fool Inuyasha, especially as the accused pervert was eyeing two young ladies in identical outfits with a young child.
Inuyasha followed the direction of Miroku's gaze and was completely disgusted.
Again.
Okay, first that minor, Koharu; then that...that slut, Yura; and now, two girls with a little brat!
Inuyasha! I did not like the slut at all!
~flashback (Miroku's version)~
A woman in an outfit that looked four or five sizes too small took the bags from Inuyasha and Miroku's hands, somehow managing to stroke Inuyasha's hair and face in the process.
La! Your hair is so soft! I must know why it's like that! Let me cut a bit off, just three or four inches!
The bags and Myouga lay forgotten as Inuyasha tried his best to hide behind Miroku. The lady twirled and looked at Miroku, her skirt flipping upward for a moment. Your hair has so much potential, too! You just need to use conditioner and get it out of that little rat-tail on the back of your head.
Rat-tail?!!
Miroku had to defend his black locks. Since he couldn't hide behind Inuyasha, he tried to divert the woman's attention. Smiling, he took one suitcase from the lady's hand, placed it on the examining table, and opened it.
Our flight will be taking off soon. Perhaps you should check our luggage now?
The lady bent down, showing an alarming amount of cleavage, and proceeded to draw items out. When she came across a little stuffed bear, Inuyasha's back visibly stiffened behind Miroku. The hanyou was obviously fighting to keep his face impassive.
Corduroy Bear?! La! I've always wanted a Corduroy Bear! Omigosh! He's so soft, as if he were made with real hair! she squealed. Inuyasha's back cracked as he attempted to straighten and cower simultaneously. The woman continued to babble and rub the bear against her cheek.
. . . and my mother said, Yura! After you gave Winnie the Pooh that haircut,' we couldn't possibly let you have a stuffed Corduroy Bear! Oh! Look! It's missing a button, too, just like in the story! I wonder what it looks like underneath the overalls?
The pair watched in shock as Yura proceeded to undress the poor toy. Inuyasha finally decided to save his bear from the indignities.
Hey, lady! We didn't come here so you could play with our stuff. C'mon! Hurry up with the inspection!
Yura sighed. Oh, alright. La! But I was having so much fun! Inuyasha exhaled in relief. Then, he noticed that Yura did not put down his beloved bear. He looked on unhappily when she began to tuck it under her armpit. When she reconsidered and stuffed it between her thighs, Inuyasha began to shake violently.
While digging through the next bag, she pulled out a hot pink speedo.
La? What's this? A weasel squeezer? She squeezed her legs around Corduroy and looked at Inuyasha suggestively. She saw he was shuddering, so she shrugged it off and looked at Miroku. Or maybe it's yours? I'm sure it would look so. . . sexy.
It was quite unfortunate. Miroku couldn't stand her. He coughed. Um, actually it's Myouga's.
La? Who is this Myouga? Yura looked around for a cute guy, throwing her hands up.
Miroku coughed again. Erm. . . he's right there.
Much to Yura's disappointment, it was the one she had purposely overlooked. She dropped the offending article of clothing as if it had burned her fingers.
She moved onto the next bag.
Deciding that Divine Inner Peace: Reaching Nirvana and The Way of Buddha were both unimportant, she reached for Inuyasha's bag again, hoping for more Corduroy bear merchandise. Seeing as there was none, she slowly pulled Corduroy out from between her legs. This bear is suspicious. I must confiscate it for...further inspection. She licked her lips.
Inuyasha stopped shaking and began to rock back and forth on his heels distressedly. Sensing his counterpart's anguish, Miroku stepped in.
Pardon me, but I don't believe a teddy bear could be harmful in any way. Kindly put it back in the bag and allow us to depart.
La! But Corduroy and I were having so much fun! We were going to have a tea party with Barbie and play dress up and Pretty Pretty Princess! And best of all, we could give each other makeovers and play with each other's hair. . .
~end of flashback (Miroku's version)~
That's not how I remember it, liar.
~flashback (Inuyasha's version)~
A young woman caught Miroku's attention as she ran her fingers through Inuyasha's hair and took their bags. She was wearing what looked like an airplane uniform-turned-Victoria's-Secret-product.
La! Your hair is so soft! I must know why it's like that! Let me cut a bit off, maybe three or four inches.
Inuyasha hid behind Miroku in sheer terror, while Miroku drew himself up and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Noticing Miroku, the woman turned to him, skirt flipping upward.
Your hair has so much potential, too! she breathed. You just need to use conditioner and get it out of that little rat-tail on the back of your head.
Miroku ran his hand down hers and took his suitcase back. Placing it on the table to be checked, he grinned at her in a way that worried Inuyasha.
Our flight will be taking off soon. Perhaps you should...check our luggage now? Miroku's eyebrows waggled more than the tail on an about-to-pounce cat on speed.
The lady bent down to examine the bags while Miroku drooled over the amount of cleavage she was showing. She rummaged though Inuyasha's luggage and pulled out a bear, squealing. Corduroy Bear?! La! I've always wanted a Corduroy Bear! Omigosh! He's so soft, as if he were made with real hair!
Miroku was in too much of a daze to process what the lady said, but Inuyasha immediately cringed, pitying his teddy. The torture went on and on...
. . . and my mother said, Yura! After you gave Winnie the Pooh that haircut,' we couldn't possibly let you have a stuffed Corduroy Bear! Oh! Look! It's missing a button, too, just like in the story! I wonder what it looks like underneath the overalls?
Can stuffed animals file for sexual harassment?
Inuyasha watched in horror while Miroku was probably wishing he was under Yura's hands. Inuyasha tried to end Cordoroy's torture without looking ridiculous.
Hey, lady! We didn't come here so you could play with our stuff. C'mon! Hurry up with the inspection!
Oh, alright. La! But I was having so much fun! Yura sighed and pushed the unlucky bear in between her legs to free her hands for the next suitcase.
Corduroy or my pride? Corduroy or my last shreds of dignity? Corduroy or my life...wait...Corduroy is my life! Corduroy or the fate of the universe? Corduroy or...
Inuyasha decided that Corduroy was going to have to go through the washer once or twice. He would have burned anything so contaminated, but as this was Corduroy...
Inuyasha was yanked out of his little reverie at an exclamation from Yura.
La? What's this? A weasel squeezer? She was holding a hot pink speedo. She threw a predatory glance at Inuyasha, who closed his eyes and shuddered. Unperturbed, she licked and bit her lips and looked at Miroku, who nearly fainted. He began to twitch again, probably wishing he was in Yura's long fingers, not the speedo. Or maybe it's yours? I'm sure it would look so. . . sexy.
Shaking himself, Miroku coughed. Um, actually it's Myouga's.
La? Who is this Myouga? Yura spun around, looking for some cute guy she had overlooked, giving Miroku another healthy glimpse up her skirt when it flew up.
Erm...he's right there. Miroku coughed again and pointed to the being with the questionable orientation.
Unable to hide her dismay, Yura dropped the speedo like it was a hot coal.
Not wanting to have anything to do with something the geezer had touched, Yura closed the suitcase and opened Miroku's. Miroku visibly enjoyed watching Yura handle his items, especially his underclothes. The process was quick, much to Miroku's probable displeasure, as she did not seem to have a great interest in his books about meditation and inner peace. Her interest in Corduroy was undiminished, unfortunately. She fished it out from between her legs.
This bear is suspicious. I must confiscate it for...further inspection.
At this declaration, Inuyasha nearly cried. He was unable to bear the thought of his cherished Corduroy caught in the hands of that witch. Miroku didn't seem to like the idea either, though, he would obviously have different reasons...
Pardon me, but I don't believe a teddy bear could be harmful in any way. Kindly put it back in the bag and allow us to depart. With a triumphant nod at Inuyasha, Miroku liberated the bear.
La! But Corduroy and I were having so much fun! We were going to have a tea party with Barbie and play dress up and then we could have played Pretty Pretty Princess! And then, best of all, we could give each other makeovers and play with each other's hair. . .
~end of flashback (Inuyasha's version)
I assure you, she was a bit too low down, even for me.
I'm not so sure, Miroku. You're pretty bad.
I think your entire image of me is slathered with plethoras of unflattering assumptions and misconceptions.
You think my perception of you is skewed? No, I think you're just in denial, mister.
The pair was cut off as the two women with the little child from before all of the awkward flashbacks approached. Correction: The little child approached and the two women chased him.
Are those real? The kid bounced onto Inuyasha's head and poked at his ears. Those're cool! I have weird body parts, too. See? Looky at my tail!
One girl rushed forward. Shippo! Please don't bother those two men. I'm so sorry, sirs. We didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.
Aww, Kagome! They're nice! He directed his attention at Inuyasha and Miroku. You don't mind at all, do you?
He has been no bother to us at all. Please, stay and grace us with your company. Miroku took the initiative.
Wow, mister! Much to Inuyasha's annoyance, the child stopped poking his ears and began to pull them. Your ears are so stretchy! I haven't had this much fun since I was talking to those urinals!
After an awkward pause and the exchange of several strange looks, Miroku broke the silence.
A rather unorthodox use of a urinal, yet, it is strangely satisfying, I admit.
After an even more awkward pause and many more strange looks, Inuyasha glanced at Miroku.
And you would know this because. . .?
Everyone except for Shippo and Miroku sweatdropped and face-faulted at the mental image. When Inuyasha felt more tugs at his ears, he remembered there was still something on his head. Roughly grabbing Shippo's tail, he dragged him away from his precious ears
Get off of my head, you annoying little runt!
Shippo suddenly transformed into a pink balloon guaranteed to strike fear into the hearts of all men. Proceeding to gnaw on Inuyasha's ears, he grumbled about rude people and runts.
The other lady, who later introduced herself as Sango, stepped up and pulled Shippo away from Inuyasha's ears. She turned to Miroku, as he seemed to be the more pleasant of the two.
Well, how long have you guys been here? How have you managed to keep yourselves sane? I think the wait has gotten to some of the people. There was an old lady on crutches muttering about crazy mutt-men and and old guy on a wheelchair loudly extolling the wonders of Fabio and bare-chested modeling. We left when he tried to get a kiss from the pilot...er...the guy who will be the pilot when our flight actually starts.
Actually, the man in the wheelchair is supposed to be with us. It was Miroku's turn to sweatdrop.
Oh, I'm so sorry I said that. I just-
It's nothing. It's not like we don't say the same kind of things either...but... if you would really like to express your remorse, you could do a favor for me.
Sure. What is it? questioned poor, unsuspecting Sango.
Inuyasha, who was in the middle of an argument with Kagome on the proper disciplination of children, suddenly stopped in horror.
I don't believe you! Don't do it!
Don't do what? said Kagome, startled.
Not you, wench, Miroku!
Unfortunately, it was too late to stop Miroku.
Would you honor me so much as to bear my child?
Miroku fell to the ground, even more out of it than the Sleeping Fruity. It was to be expected, though, as he was viciously whacked by both Inuyasha and Sango. Kagome stood in shock, while Shippo shook his head.
What did you just call me? Kagome advanced on Inuyasha.
Huh? Oh, that... wench.' Got a a problem with it?
Inuyasha joined Miroku in his Hello, Mr. Floor party. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the damage was not quite as lasting as Miroku's. Inuyasha was on his feet again fairly quickly. Hey! What was that for?
For being rude!
You call that rude? I'll show you rude!
Shippo and Sango watched from the sidelines. Looking up at Sango from her arms, the child remarked, You know, they fight the way my parents used to.
Really now? Sango watched in mild surprise. She had never seen this side of Kagome before. Hmm...I hope your parents weren't quite as violent as these two are. Kagome should be careful or else that yellow backpack of hers will burst. Oh, and is it completely necessary for you to rub my butt?
Shippo looked up at Sango indignantly until he realized she wasn't talking to him. He looked behind Sango to see Miroku rubbing a bright red handprint on his cheek.
...I was merely brushing crumbs off your pants!
It was not a question.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha and Kagome did not seem to be faring much better.
Well, you're just a stupid weakling!
And you're an ugly mutt!
At least I'm not fat!
Hmph! I have much better things to do than hang around rabies-infested animals like you, Kagome snapped. Come on, Shippo.
Sure you do. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow in challenge.
--~--
Spicky? I'm not so sure about that one, Shippo. Kagome looked at Shippo dubiously. They had returned after about 5 minutes and 34.6 seconds.
Perhaps he means spicky, as in spick and span, Miroku offered
Hehe...that's exactly what I mean, Miroku!
Okay, moving on, how about quickie? Miroku suggested. Sango rolled her eyes.
Inuyasha, that doesn't rhyme. Kagome rolled her eyes.
You didn't let me finish! How do you know I was going to say Marshmallow!' Maybe I was going to say Marshmallowicky!'
There's no such word, Inuyasha.
Oh, just let it go. It's my turn. Sango smoothed the situation over before Inuyasha and Kagome had another full-blown argument.
Fine, Sango.
Inuyasha blurted out.
Inuyasha, Kagome already said that, and it's my turn.
I hate you.
Anyway, my word is cliquey. Your turn, Miroku.
. . .
A collective groan went through the group, save for Shippo and Miroku.
Kagome? What's a hickey?
Miroku grinned at Shippo. Well, my good boy, a hickey is a wonderful thing caused by-
Once again, Miroku met Mr. Floor (Fancy meeting you again.), courtesy of Sango, Kagome, and Inuyasha. Kagome managed to quell Shippo's sudden urge to know what a hickey was by casually mentioning cooties. Seeing that the rhyming game might not have been such a brilliant idea with Miroku around, Kagome suddenly perked up.
Hey! Lets make a chain story!
This suggestion prompted a variety of responses from the rest of the little group, which was still working its way through the pile of food from McBurger King.
Yeah! This'll be so much fun! Needless to say, Shippo was very enthusiastic about the idea.
Well, alright, said Sango, If there's nothing else to do.
Why would anyone want to do something stupid like that? Inuyasha wasn't particularly crazy about the idea. He was badly outnumbered, especially once Miroku peeled himself off of the ground and offered his vote in favor of the chain story. Kagome started.
Once upon a time, a pretty and kind shrine-girl was walking to school in good old Tokyo, Japan. It was her fifteenth birthday, and it was going perfectly well until...um...her brother ran up to her, panting. Buyo's lost! Quick, help me find him!' Oops, looks like it's your turn, Inuyasha.
Feh. I still think this is a stupid idea. Ok, let's see. She slipped and fell into a pond. She was too stupid to remember she could swim, so she drowned. The end.
Are you sure that was completely necessary, Inuyasha? Sango's query was more of a threat.
I quite agree with Sango, Miroku's head bobbed in agreement, This is a chain story, not a let's-end-the-story-as-grotesquely-and-quickly-as-we-can story.
I didn't get a turn, Kagome! Make him change his part!
Kagome looked at Inuyasha expectantly.
Fine. Okay, she didn't fall into a pond and die. It turns out that the cat fell down the well at their shrine. She dragged it out and gave it to her brother before being grabbed by a centipede-freak and getting kil-
I believe it is my turn, now. Miroku cleared his throat. Anyway, the girl managed to beat off the monster with a holy light from her hand. She climbed out of the well to find that she was not in Tokyo anymore.
The first thing she saw was a handsome and strapping young lad, pinned to a huge and battered tree with a sharp arrow. She gasped, her breath taken away by his brawny good looks. She moves closer, getting ready to do what she had subconsciously longed to do for all fifteen years of her young life.
Miroku forgot to pay attention to his verb tenses in his excitement. He never did like English class as much as French... She reaches over and moves herself closer to his face, leaning in and-
Rubbing his ears! Sango had just saved the g-rating of their chain story.
At the questioning glances from the rest of the group (though Miroku's looked more accusing), she took inspiration from Inuyasha's appendages and quickly explained her puzzling statement. She had never seen anything like them before; white, fuzzy, and on top of his head, like a dog. Sango looked pointedly at Inuyasha.
said Kagome. I've actually been wondering what they feel like.
Shippo started to jump up and down in excitement. Feel them, Kagome! They're really funny because they start moving when you pinch them and if you-
Shut up! Shippo was cut off as Inuyasha started pounding a fist on the fox-demon's head again, creating many painful bumps. Once again taking the form of the deadly pink balloon, Shippo viciously gnawed on Inuyasha's ears until Inuyasha poked him with a stale Freedom Fry.
The fight was settled with what soon became routine:
-Shippo cried to Kagome,
-Kagome chewed out Inuyasha,
-Inuyasha was slammed into the ground.
With that cleared up, Sango resumed the story.
Anyway, she rubbed his ears until...er...a group of men started shooting arrows at her. They demanded to know what she was doing in the dog-man's forest. Okay, Shippo. You can go now.
Alright. They took her to the center of the village, where an old lady looked at her. The lady then proclaimed the girl to be human, despite her strange clothing. People still looked at her funny, though, because...um...she looked like...um...the old woman's dead older sister. It's your turn again, Kagome.
Judging from the houses and clothing of the people, the girl decided that she was in Sengoku Jidai, the Warring States Era. It was interesting, but she still wasn't quite sure how do get back home. Go, Inuyasha.
. . .
Inuyasha? Inuyasha?!!
Okay, okay! Don't get your panties in a twist, girl. Kagome glared, but Inuyasha continued. So then, the centipede-freak came back to get the girl, screaming about the jewel. Since she was a wuss, she ran back into the forest.
Miroku took over again. So the girl happened to chance upon the hot boy again. Somehow, he had begun to wake up after a 50-year slumber. When the girl arrived, he decides that she's pretty and that he wants to grab her and-
Kill her! Once again, Sango rescued the rating of their story.
Anyway, the rest of the group was slightly startled by Sango's outburst but looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to enlighten them again. It turned out that the boy's former lover was the older sister the old lady had mentioned earlier. She had suddenly betrayed him by attacking him, while he ended up delivering her a fatal wound. In the end, the girl from the future was about to get killed by the centipede when the boy told her that if she pulled the arrow out of him, he would save their lives.
So, she did. But during the fight, the centipede bit her, and the jewel everyone wanted came out of her side. Once the boy had killed the centipede, he turned around and tried to kill the girl again. . .
--~--
And then the two came upon the most annoying brat in the world, a stupid runt of a kitsune...kit-
*poke*
*poke*
Inuyasha glared and repeatedly stabbed at the pink balloon of horrors with handfuls of stale freedom fries. Miroku took over.
At least, that is what the dog-boy thought. The girl thought the boy was so adorable, so cute, that she knew at the moment that she loved him more than anything-
Like the mother he lost or an older sister he never had. After this amazing rescue, Sango pictured herself in a black and pink catsuit, with SUPER SANGO emblazoned across her front. Well, maybe the SUPER SANGO was a bit much. . .
--~--
And then the reincarnated priestess girl from the future saw a very holy Buddhist monk who gives a whole new meaning to the phrase heavenly bodies.' She is captivated by his chivalrous nature. He's so desirable, so utterly sexy, that- Miroku was getting into the story, gesticulating wildly.
The half-demon dog-boy whacked him a good one and told him to keep his hands off the girl. Sango was quite surprised to find that Inuyasha had beat her to the punch and saved the story himself.
Never mind the fact that it wasn't his turn...
--~--
And then a young demon exterminator appeared. She was a teenage girl wearing a black and pink catsuit... Argh! These freedom fries are so greasy! I'm going to wash my hands. I'll be right back, okay? Sango was too intent on the shiny residue on her fingers to notice the grin on Miroku's face. She walked off, unaware of the torture her masterpiece character would soon go through.
Kagome? Are you sure that it's alright for us to continue without her?
It'll be fine, Shippo. Nothing too bad can happen.
Okay, then you can have my turn, cause I don't know what to do.
Alright. It turns out that this demon exterminator was another victim of the baboon man's treachery. She had come from a village of demon exterminators, the very same village where the jewel had been created. . .
--~--
The exterminator is injured, so the former monk knows he must try to heal her. Starting with the wounds on her chest, he peels back the bloody cloth-
Miroku met Mr. Floor yet another time. (I do hope I don't bump into you again, no offense or anything. I'm just running out of witty ways to greet you.) There, above him, stood Sango, an extremely large golf bag in hand, eyebrows twitching in fury.
Don't you dare mess with my character! How could you guys have let him do that? Sango whirled upon the rest of the cowering group. Oh well, it's not beyond repair, right? The lines in the restroom were so long, and I just needed to wash my hands...
Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippo shrank away. Kagome finally mustered enough courage to speak.
Uh, actually, the group defeated the baboon man about- Kagome checked her watch -twenty minutes ago. The demon exterminator and the monk got married fifteen minutes ago and...ahem...consummated it about...ahem...fourteen minutes ago.
It's all Miroku's fault! It was all the pervert, we swear! We had absolutely nothing to do with it! Seeing the deadly glare on Sango's face, Shippo and Inuyasha finally agreed on something.
Ever heard of the expression saved by the bell? That's sort of what happened to Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippo. Suddenly, the monotone voice from earlier came over the loudspeaker. First boarding call for flight S4-NG01619!
Miroku was suddenly conscious again. Hey, I thought you two said you were flight attendants. Shouldn't you have boarded earlier?
Because Sango was in no state to talk without killing someone first, Kagome spoke.
Actually, we were assigned to escort an unaccompanied minor onboard and keep an eye on him, so we'll be going with Shippo pretty soon.
Miroku and Inuyasha were both safe from Sango's wrath.
For the time being.
Authors' Note:
Rainwood's here! This chapter is definitely the longest one we've ever written. It was oodles and boodles of fun to write!
I'm back at school again T_T However, this means I have more time to ponder about strange things. Like, the word It's quite a weird word...the only place I've ever seen it is on British stuff and once on Foxtrot, one of my favorite comic strips. It rhymes with goober, which sounds like booger. So, I spent that second period class pondering that and the wonders of uber boogers...
About all the freedom fries stuff...I hope we didn't come across as being unpatriotic. I support my country and its military and all, but I think many people's actions here at home are humorously ridiculous. Freedom Fries? Honestly! Has anybody read May fourth's Doonesbury? Here's the URL:
Blahaha...what timing-I read it right after we finished writing this chapter. I swear, we had no idea that they'd talk about freedom fries! Oh yeah, and I have nothing against the French. I've been taking French since middle school and I'm visiting France this summer...I can't wait!
There was my patriotic spiel for a while...
We actually got reviews! Yippee!
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Keri Maxwell: I thought the smelly elephants part was funny too when Reynamangga thought of it!
Sorry this chapter took so long...review a bunch and maybe the next one'll come faster!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ^_^
Rainwood
Hello! This is Reynamangga! Just wanted to add on to what Rainwood said. How many of you liked the phrase weasel squeezers? I absolutely loved it, sick as it may sound. I thought it was the funniest thing in the world when my French teacher mentioned it, though maybe I'm just more twisted than I thought I was. Okay, does anybody know who Fabio is? If not, it's incredibly funny. Apparently, he was on a roller coaster and he got hit on the head with a goose or duck or something. The thing I read it from claimed that no ordinary man could have lived through it, but Fabio obviously had. Heh. At one of our school's sad attempts at a talent show, some brilliant person signed Sir Fabio up for bare-chested modeling. The teachers were all slightly miffed. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this chapter, though I had to yell at Rainwood for reading over my shoulder while I wrote. Unnerving.
*Rainwood turns around from watching who-knows-what on TV and gives Reynamangga the patented glare o' death*
I'm going to hate having you as a backseat driver, I say.
I'm the one who's gonna be driving *Rainwood chucks the remote at Reynamangga and goes back to the TV.*
Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Great talking to you, but I gotta run. See ya!
