author:chibighost
title: Fukai Mori
disclaimer: characters in Inuyasha don't belong to me. I merely write for my own enjoyment and others who wish to read my fics.
Thanks so much to tsunami-chan, Angel-Fergie, and ^-^Miko^-^ for reviewing! It's greatly appreciated and helps to boost this writer's rather low moral right now! Arigato!
tsunami-chan: -blushes- thanks! we'll, here's the next chapter...anyway, about your questions: I'd tell you, but that just wouldn't as interesting if I did, right? ^-^ As for the last question...I'm not sure myself. I'll work out the details!
Angel-Fergie: I think I'll take your advice about writing some more...I used to write a lot more than I do now, but this year has been really busy. Still...here it is! Chapter two!
^-^Miko^-^: here's your request!
[these are my little comments]
words italisized are thoughts
-these represent the actions of yours truly-
[-:-^-:-]any paragraph/section between two of these is and italisized is a flashback[-:-^-:-]
Fukai Mori : Chapter Two
Two and a half hours later found Inuyasha still crouched on his hunches near the window, his muscles stiff. A frown of disgust crossed his features. He had been waiting there for the family inside to finish their little dinner, although now it looked like it was going to last another two and a half hours. A low growl vibrating at the back of his throat, Inuyasha was about to give up on them. After all, he had never been one for patience.
Sheesh who knew these idiots could take so long on something like dinner. The noble bandit proclaimed to himself, accompaning this remark with a snort.
Suddenly...ggrrrooowlll...
The poor thief glared down at his stomach, a picture of outrage etched on his face; if he wasn't careful, his own stomach would be his undoing. Right on cue, Inuyasha's rebelious organ utter an earth shaking gggwwwrrrooowwlll.... Praying desperately to Kami-sama, Inuyasha hoped that the people in the shrine didn't hear it--although, on second thought, he decided it would take a near miracle. However, it seemed as if Kami-sama was indeed looking down on him that night, for as the bandit crouched--poised to spring--no one came. Letting out a long breath that Inuyasha wasn't aware he was holding, or capable of, for that matter, the would-be thief slumped down against the wall.
"Damn you stomach..." Inuyasha muttered to himself.
Looking up, he suddenly realized that the lights in the room were off. Quietly and stealthly, the bandit circled the shrine cautiously, and found that all the other lights were off too. Grining fiendishly, he rubbed his hands together, eager to get to work. In a second, Inuyasha's swift legs had carried him back to the window that he had crouched under for so long. Although he had nearly been caught that night, the jewel thief fervently wished that all girls were like the one at the window earlier that night. If only all girls left windows open! Ah the possiblities! An almost foolish smile spread over his face as Inuyasha nimbly entered through the window.
He was lucky that his night-vision seemed to be almost as perceptive as his sight during the day, since the house was nearly pitch black without any moonbeams streaming through the windows. Inuyasha realized that he was fortunate that the day he had picked to steal the jewel happened to be the moonless night--he could see and not be seen himself. Although he wondered if it was just a coincidence, the bandit let himself believe it was his superior intelligence.
Taking one tentative step forward, he winced as the floor boards creaked slightly. Immediately, Inuyasha froze, straining to hear any possible footsteps. To his relief, the thief heard nothing. He side-stepped the noisy board, turning out of the room and quickly slipping into darker side of the hallway so that his form was was now completely veiled by the shadows. Inuyasha crept down the narrow corridor, glancing into each room briefly before determining that only an idiot would hide a jewel in there.
Nope. Let's see...porch door, family room--ooo! Nice game system! Wait, focus Inuyasha, you're not here to steal a game system, just a jewel that worth ten times more. Ok, continuing...dining room, bathroom--hm...those are cute bunny slippers. Hold it! Did I just say cute? Hunger must have affected my brain. Anyway...kitchen, hope...let's check the next room...ah! Practically empty. Now, does this look suspicious or what?
He stepped through the threshold and into the room, taking note of the fact that it was almost devoid of any furniture except for a small altar placed on an ancient-looking square table in the corner. Feeling his eyes narrow, Inuyasha walked slowly to it, something strange making the tips of his fingers tingle as he placed one hand on the cool wood of the table.
Something...was strange. He could feel it, taste it in the air, smell it lingering around him. Inuyasha frowned, trying his best to locate the source of the disturbance. There. The bandit couldn't really pin point it, but he was certain of it's origin never-the-less. The altar. Kneeling down until he was eye-level with it, the thief noticed that there seemed to be some type of jewelry box door on it. Carefully, his hand trembling slightly for some unfathomable reason Inuyasha couldn't think of, he reached forward and opened one door.
It was something...bright.
Inuyasha felt his eyes widen. Almost mechanically, he opened the other door.
And there it was, more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed.
The jewel. The Shikon no Tama.
[-:-^-:-]
"Are you sure, Ms. Higurashi?" The shop owner asked.
The teen before him nodded without any hesitation. "Yes," she replied firmly, "I know it sounds strange, but that's my order."
The man behind the counter grinned. "It's not that it's strange, it's just that we don't get too many orders as simple as yours. Most people who order from us want a fancy vase, a dish, or a chandelier. They all want to seem rich." He sighed, "I wish more people would order something like yours, it'd save us a lot of time and trouble. Before, when people weren't so concerned with making themselves look wealthy, we usually got orders to make simple, everyday items."
The raven haired girl standing on the other side smiled slightly at the compliment, then asked, "When will it be done?"
"It should be finished by tonight, but if you don't have any time later, it would be fine is you came by and pick it up sometime tomorrow." He paused slightly, wondering for a moment if it would appropriate to ask. Finally, he decided it couldn't possibly hurt. "What do you need it for?" The shop-keeper suddenly realized that he had been itching to know why the girl had ordered such a thing.
She seemed to hesitate before answering, choosing her words carefully. The man hope he hadn't offended the customer, they could loose sales if she told her friends and family that he had been rude--it would spread, and his little shop might go bankrupt. But no, the girl was smiling, though he thought he saw some sorrow in it.
"It's...for sentimental reasons," the girl finally answered, turning slightly as she waved and headed out the door. "I'll come by and pick up tomorrow around three o'clock!" She called and was gone, the bells on the door ringing cheerfully to signal her departure. The man was left in behind the counter, still wondering why this young customer had ordered a glass...ball?
[-:-^-:-]
He reached out, picked it up, cradled it almost lovingly in his hands. It was beautiful. It had a lovely translucency, it was perfectly smooth with no imperfections, and it would be the end of all those dreams that made his life so wretched. Inuyasha raised it to his lips and kissed it. The bandit knew that soon he would kissing those nightmares away and he grinned at the knowledge. Soon his life would be normal again.
Normal? A voice in the back of his head asked. Normal? Have you every known a normal life, "Inuyasha"? You're self named for Kami's sake, it said in a taunting voice. So, "Inuyasha", you call living on the streets normal? You call stealing food normal? You think that other people do that and it's considered normal? Don't make me laugh. You're pathetic "Inuyasha". Baka!
Inuyasha sighed, pushing aside the taunting voice, determined to hold on to his self-confidense, although it was being ripped away from him by the minute. It wasn't fair. He didn't understand why he couldn't have been born as the girl who lived in this house--not that he wanted to be a girl, but still, it couldn't possibly be worse than his life. Why couldn't he have a nice home, a loving family, and most of all...a future? It wasn't fair. Muttering incoherent words, Inuyasha mentally cursed Kami that he was alive.
Sighing, he turned his attention back to the jewel, and for a moment, he forgot how much he hated himself. It was still as beautiful as it had been a second ago--except no a bright glimmer danced off the smooth surface.
Wow...it's beautiful in the moonlight, thought the bandit to himself as he stood and gazed at it intently for a moment, and then it hit him.
Wait! What the hell?!? There is no moon tonight! From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a beacon of light that hadn't been there before. Inuyasha whirred around to face it, although one corner of his mind screamed for him to run. Why he didn't he had no idea. All he knew was that he.was.dead.meat.--and about to be blinded by the flashlight that was very rudely thrust into his face, barely inches from his nose.
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Kagome's eyes snapped open as she quickly woke up from her dream. Or at least...it was a dream, right? It felt so real. She had returned to the feudal era, with Sango, Miroku, Shippou, and...him. Inuyasha. In the dream, it was nearly night, and she was making ramen for dinner. As usual, the hanyou was perched on a tree branch overhead, his eyes pealed on the ramen as she boiled the water and poured it into five containers, humming while she stirred it. As soon as she had placed chopsticks by each cup, the dog demon had jumped down, grabbed his portion, and was prepared to dig into his portion when he suddenly froze. Inuyasha had looked up from his meal and stared straight into her eyes. When his golden eyes met hers, Kagome's pulse quickened--the look in his eye was enough for her to melt into a puddle at his [bare--must be smelly. gomen, i couldn't resist that comment] feet. He had smiled slightly, looked down into the noodles before glancing at her again, and, almost sheepishly, whispered, "Thank you...Kagome."
The girl squeezed her eyes shut. That was a stupid dream. Why should she believe that Inuyasha was capable so something like that. The very thought was idiotic. Kagome wouldn't allow herself to fall for him--or, rather, the idea of him.
She sighed longingly, then the teen realized what she had just done and mentally chided herself. You decided that you were over him. He's your past now. A friend in the past, nothing more. Still, Kagome acknowledge that some of the residue feelings from before were still there.
Sitting up in bed, she listened contentedly to her Grandfather's snoring from the bedroom down the hall. And although Kagome couldn't actually hear it, she could almost feel Souta's peaceful breathing from the room next door. Her mother, the girl knew, was probably asleep right now, curled up alone in her parents' bed, perhaps dreaming of Kagome's father.
Then, in the midst of all these familiar sounds, the young priestess fancied she heard something else. Something that definitely didn't below. A creak--from downstairs. Kagome felt herself beginning to panic. Quickly, she tried to reassure herself that it was only her cat, [could someone tell me her cat's name? I know it's something like...Buyou?] and nothing else, but some part of her mind told her it wasn't. Inuyasha, the crazy thought entered her mind, but she squashed it brutally. The girl suddenly stood up, slipped on her fuzzy bunny slippers, grabbed a flashlight, and promptly slipped out the door with a determined air. She would prove that it couldn't be Inuyasha. How could it possibly be? He was in the past, a long time from her own era.
Creeping silently down the stairs, Kagome tiptoed through the hallway, her feet carrying her toward her training room--though she had no idea why. It just seemed like the right place to go. She swallowed and took a deep breath mentally so she wouldn't be heard if there was a person in there--if. Narrowing her eyes, the priestess stepped into the room and clicked on her flashlight. The light hit something, or rather, someone in the room. Kagome's eyes widened in shock, her jaw went slack.
Oh my god...
"Inuyasha...?"
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Inuyasha waved his hand in front of his face, as if trying to ward off the offending light. The girl--at least he thought it was a girl--didn't. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open, gaping at him. That annoyed him. He was the one who should be gaping, demanding how in Kami's name she knew his name. "Damn it, wench, I'm not a spectacle!" He snapped, then promptly shut his mouth when he realized that wasn't exactly the right thing to say when someone has just caught you red-handed, stealing their jewel.
The girl seemed to regain her senses at his comment, and glared at him with indigo eyes full of malice. "Don't call me wrench, Inuyasha, you baka! You know my name is Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She pronounced it slowly, as if he were slow or something. "What are you doing in my house anyway!? Why aren't you back in your own time?!" She continued, obviously irritated at his presence.
Inuyasha returned her heated gaze with his own, and shot back, "I have no idea what your name is, you stupid girl! Nor do I care what in the seven hells it is! And unless you're blind or somethin', I'm stealin' your GODDAMN JEWEL! And what the hell do you mean by, 'Why aren't you back in your own time?'" The outraged thief demanded.
The girl, Kagome she called herself, faltered. "What do you mean? You are Inuyasha, right?" The bandit noticed that she had almost become tentative--almost, for there was still a flame burning in her eyes.
He snorted. "No duh, I am."
"Then what are you doing here, alone? Where's Shippou, Sango, and Miroku? They're ok, right?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Look, you wench, I have absolutely no idea what.you.are.talking.about, ok? Read my lips. N.O.I.D.E.A. You got that?"
Kagome frowned. "But you talk like him, act like, and you even use the same phrases. Plus, you look exactly like him." She began ticking off the points of resemblance. "Let's see...not too much taller than me, golden eyes, white hair, adorable dog ears, fangs, although I can't see them right now, claws, kind of scrawny--"
"What? What! You must be blind! I don't have golden eyes, white hair, or--or--" he sputtered "dog ears, fangs, or claws! What do you think I am, a dog or somethin'?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Actually, the Inuyasha I knew was a hanyou--half dog demon." Kagome noticed his bewildered look and took him by the hand, dragging him into the bathroom. She switched on the lights and pushed him in front of the mirror. Inuyasha screamed.
"What! What? What happened to me?" He touched his ears, made them twitch. He touched his now pure white hair--as white as freshly fallen snow. He bared his teeth, staring at his canine-like fangs. He flexed his razor sharp claws, pressed his right hand claws into his left palm and drew blood. In another minute, the wounds he had inflicted on his palm vanished. Inuyasha held his hands in front of his face, staring at them wordlessly with wide eyes.
"What happened to me?" He asked, turning beseeching eyes to Kagome.
[author's notes: there. done. that wasn't exactly a good place to stop, but i have to go and do homework. -sigh- i need to go and study for some tests. anyway, did you have a nice read? if i spelled anything wrong, any corrections, are welcome and greatly appreciated. arigato and ja!]
title: Fukai Mori
disclaimer: characters in Inuyasha don't belong to me. I merely write for my own enjoyment and others who wish to read my fics.
Thanks so much to tsunami-chan, Angel-Fergie, and ^-^Miko^-^ for reviewing! It's greatly appreciated and helps to boost this writer's rather low moral right now! Arigato!
tsunami-chan: -blushes- thanks! we'll, here's the next chapter...anyway, about your questions: I'd tell you, but that just wouldn't as interesting if I did, right? ^-^ As for the last question...I'm not sure myself. I'll work out the details!
Angel-Fergie: I think I'll take your advice about writing some more...I used to write a lot more than I do now, but this year has been really busy. Still...here it is! Chapter two!
^-^Miko^-^: here's your request!
words italisized are thoughts
-these represent the actions of yours truly-
[-:-^-:-]any paragraph/section between two of these is and italisized is a flashback[-:-^-:-]
Fukai Mori : Chapter Two
Two and a half hours later found Inuyasha still crouched on his hunches near the window, his muscles stiff. A frown of disgust crossed his features. He had been waiting there for the family inside to finish their little dinner, although now it looked like it was going to last another two and a half hours. A low growl vibrating at the back of his throat, Inuyasha was about to give up on them. After all, he had never been one for patience.
Sheesh who knew these idiots could take so long on something like dinner. The noble bandit proclaimed to himself, accompaning this remark with a snort.
Suddenly...ggrrrooowlll...
The poor thief glared down at his stomach, a picture of outrage etched on his face; if he wasn't careful, his own stomach would be his undoing. Right on cue, Inuyasha's rebelious organ utter an earth shaking gggwwwrrrooowwlll.... Praying desperately to Kami-sama, Inuyasha hoped that the people in the shrine didn't hear it--although, on second thought, he decided it would take a near miracle. However, it seemed as if Kami-sama was indeed looking down on him that night, for as the bandit crouched--poised to spring--no one came. Letting out a long breath that Inuyasha wasn't aware he was holding, or capable of, for that matter, the would-be thief slumped down against the wall.
"Damn you stomach..." Inuyasha muttered to himself.
Looking up, he suddenly realized that the lights in the room were off. Quietly and stealthly, the bandit circled the shrine cautiously, and found that all the other lights were off too. Grining fiendishly, he rubbed his hands together, eager to get to work. In a second, Inuyasha's swift legs had carried him back to the window that he had crouched under for so long. Although he had nearly been caught that night, the jewel thief fervently wished that all girls were like the one at the window earlier that night. If only all girls left windows open! Ah the possiblities! An almost foolish smile spread over his face as Inuyasha nimbly entered through the window.
He was lucky that his night-vision seemed to be almost as perceptive as his sight during the day, since the house was nearly pitch black without any moonbeams streaming through the windows. Inuyasha realized that he was fortunate that the day he had picked to steal the jewel happened to be the moonless night--he could see and not be seen himself. Although he wondered if it was just a coincidence, the bandit let himself believe it was his superior intelligence.
Taking one tentative step forward, he winced as the floor boards creaked slightly. Immediately, Inuyasha froze, straining to hear any possible footsteps. To his relief, the thief heard nothing. He side-stepped the noisy board, turning out of the room and quickly slipping into darker side of the hallway so that his form was was now completely veiled by the shadows. Inuyasha crept down the narrow corridor, glancing into each room briefly before determining that only an idiot would hide a jewel in there.
Nope. Let's see...porch door, family room--ooo! Nice game system! Wait, focus Inuyasha, you're not here to steal a game system, just a jewel that worth ten times more. Ok, continuing...dining room, bathroom--hm...those are cute bunny slippers. Hold it! Did I just say cute? Hunger must have affected my brain. Anyway...kitchen, hope...let's check the next room...ah! Practically empty. Now, does this look suspicious or what?
He stepped through the threshold and into the room, taking note of the fact that it was almost devoid of any furniture except for a small altar placed on an ancient-looking square table in the corner. Feeling his eyes narrow, Inuyasha walked slowly to it, something strange making the tips of his fingers tingle as he placed one hand on the cool wood of the table.
Something...was strange. He could feel it, taste it in the air, smell it lingering around him. Inuyasha frowned, trying his best to locate the source of the disturbance. There. The bandit couldn't really pin point it, but he was certain of it's origin never-the-less. The altar. Kneeling down until he was eye-level with it, the thief noticed that there seemed to be some type of jewelry box door on it. Carefully, his hand trembling slightly for some unfathomable reason Inuyasha couldn't think of, he reached forward and opened one door.
It was something...bright.
Inuyasha felt his eyes widen. Almost mechanically, he opened the other door.
And there it was, more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed.
The jewel. The Shikon no Tama.
"Are you sure, Ms. Higurashi?" The shop owner asked.
The teen before him nodded without any hesitation. "Yes," she replied firmly, "I know it sounds strange, but that's my order."
The man behind the counter grinned. "It's not that it's strange, it's just that we don't get too many orders as simple as yours. Most people who order from us want a fancy vase, a dish, or a chandelier. They all want to seem rich." He sighed, "I wish more people would order something like yours, it'd save us a lot of time and trouble. Before, when people weren't so concerned with making themselves look wealthy, we usually got orders to make simple, everyday items."
The raven haired girl standing on the other side smiled slightly at the compliment, then asked, "When will it be done?"
"It should be finished by tonight, but if you don't have any time later, it would be fine is you came by and pick it up sometime tomorrow." He paused slightly, wondering for a moment if it would appropriate to ask. Finally, he decided it couldn't possibly hurt. "What do you need it for?" The shop-keeper suddenly realized that he had been itching to know why the girl had ordered such a thing.
She seemed to hesitate before answering, choosing her words carefully. The man hope he hadn't offended the customer, they could loose sales if she told her friends and family that he had been rude--it would spread, and his little shop might go bankrupt. But no, the girl was smiling, though he thought he saw some sorrow in it.
"It's...for sentimental reasons," the girl finally answered, turning slightly as she waved and headed out the door. "I'll come by and pick up tomorrow around three o'clock!" She called and was gone, the bells on the door ringing cheerfully to signal her departure. The man was left in behind the counter, still wondering why this young customer had ordered a glass...ball?
He reached out, picked it up, cradled it almost lovingly in his hands. It was beautiful. It had a lovely translucency, it was perfectly smooth with no imperfections, and it would be the end of all those dreams that made his life so wretched. Inuyasha raised it to his lips and kissed it. The bandit knew that soon he would kissing those nightmares away and he grinned at the knowledge. Soon his life would be normal again.
Normal? A voice in the back of his head asked. Normal? Have you every known a normal life, "Inuyasha"? You're self named for Kami's sake, it said in a taunting voice. So, "Inuyasha", you call living on the streets normal? You call stealing food normal? You think that other people do that and it's considered normal? Don't make me laugh. You're pathetic "Inuyasha". Baka!
Inuyasha sighed, pushing aside the taunting voice, determined to hold on to his self-confidense, although it was being ripped away from him by the minute. It wasn't fair. He didn't understand why he couldn't have been born as the girl who lived in this house--not that he wanted to be a girl, but still, it couldn't possibly be worse than his life. Why couldn't he have a nice home, a loving family, and most of all...a future? It wasn't fair. Muttering incoherent words, Inuyasha mentally cursed Kami that he was alive.
Sighing, he turned his attention back to the jewel, and for a moment, he forgot how much he hated himself. It was still as beautiful as it had been a second ago--except no a bright glimmer danced off the smooth surface.
Wow...it's beautiful in the moonlight, thought the bandit to himself as he stood and gazed at it intently for a moment, and then it hit him.
Wait! What the hell?!? There is no moon tonight! From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a beacon of light that hadn't been there before. Inuyasha whirred around to face it, although one corner of his mind screamed for him to run. Why he didn't he had no idea. All he knew was that he.was.dead.meat.--and about to be blinded by the flashlight that was very rudely thrust into his face, barely inches from his nose.
Kagome's eyes snapped open as she quickly woke up from her dream. Or at least...it was a dream, right? It felt so real. She had returned to the feudal era, with Sango, Miroku, Shippou, and...him. Inuyasha. In the dream, it was nearly night, and she was making ramen for dinner. As usual, the hanyou was perched on a tree branch overhead, his eyes pealed on the ramen as she boiled the water and poured it into five containers, humming while she stirred it. As soon as she had placed chopsticks by each cup, the dog demon had jumped down, grabbed his portion, and was prepared to dig into his portion when he suddenly froze. Inuyasha had looked up from his meal and stared straight into her eyes. When his golden eyes met hers, Kagome's pulse quickened--the look in his eye was enough for her to melt into a puddle at his [bare--must be smelly. gomen, i couldn't resist that comment] feet. He had smiled slightly, looked down into the noodles before glancing at her again, and, almost sheepishly, whispered, "Thank you...Kagome."
The girl squeezed her eyes shut. That was a stupid dream. Why should she believe that Inuyasha was capable so something like that. The very thought was idiotic. Kagome wouldn't allow herself to fall for him--or, rather, the idea of him.
She sighed longingly, then the teen realized what she had just done and mentally chided herself. You decided that you were over him. He's your past now. A friend in the past, nothing more. Still, Kagome acknowledge that some of the residue feelings from before were still there.
Sitting up in bed, she listened contentedly to her Grandfather's snoring from the bedroom down the hall. And although Kagome couldn't actually hear it, she could almost feel Souta's peaceful breathing from the room next door. Her mother, the girl knew, was probably asleep right now, curled up alone in her parents' bed, perhaps dreaming of Kagome's father.
Then, in the midst of all these familiar sounds, the young priestess fancied she heard something else. Something that definitely didn't below. A creak--from downstairs. Kagome felt herself beginning to panic. Quickly, she tried to reassure herself that it was only her cat, [could someone tell me her cat's name? I know it's something like...Buyou?] and nothing else, but some part of her mind told her it wasn't. Inuyasha, the crazy thought entered her mind, but she squashed it brutally. The girl suddenly stood up, slipped on her fuzzy bunny slippers, grabbed a flashlight, and promptly slipped out the door with a determined air. She would prove that it couldn't be Inuyasha. How could it possibly be? He was in the past, a long time from her own era.
Creeping silently down the stairs, Kagome tiptoed through the hallway, her feet carrying her toward her training room--though she had no idea why. It just seemed like the right place to go. She swallowed and took a deep breath mentally so she wouldn't be heard if there was a person in there--if. Narrowing her eyes, the priestess stepped into the room and clicked on her flashlight. The light hit something, or rather, someone in the room. Kagome's eyes widened in shock, her jaw went slack.
Oh my god...
"Inuyasha...?"
Inuyasha waved his hand in front of his face, as if trying to ward off the offending light. The girl--at least he thought it was a girl--didn't. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open, gaping at him. That annoyed him. He was the one who should be gaping, demanding how in Kami's name she knew his name. "Damn it, wench, I'm not a spectacle!" He snapped, then promptly shut his mouth when he realized that wasn't exactly the right thing to say when someone has just caught you red-handed, stealing their jewel.
The girl seemed to regain her senses at his comment, and glared at him with indigo eyes full of malice. "Don't call me wrench, Inuyasha, you baka! You know my name is Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She pronounced it slowly, as if he were slow or something. "What are you doing in my house anyway!? Why aren't you back in your own time?!" She continued, obviously irritated at his presence.
Inuyasha returned her heated gaze with his own, and shot back, "I have no idea what your name is, you stupid girl! Nor do I care what in the seven hells it is! And unless you're blind or somethin', I'm stealin' your GODDAMN JEWEL! And what the hell do you mean by, 'Why aren't you back in your own time?'" The outraged thief demanded.
The girl, Kagome she called herself, faltered. "What do you mean? You are Inuyasha, right?" The bandit noticed that she had almost become tentative--almost, for there was still a flame burning in her eyes.
He snorted. "No duh, I am."
"Then what are you doing here, alone? Where's Shippou, Sango, and Miroku? They're ok, right?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Look, you wench, I have absolutely no idea what.you.are.talking.about, ok? Read my lips. N.O.I.D.E.A. You got that?"
Kagome frowned. "But you talk like him, act like, and you even use the same phrases. Plus, you look exactly like him." She began ticking off the points of resemblance. "Let's see...not too much taller than me, golden eyes, white hair, adorable dog ears, fangs, although I can't see them right now, claws, kind of scrawny--"
"What? What! You must be blind! I don't have golden eyes, white hair, or--or--" he sputtered "dog ears, fangs, or claws! What do you think I am, a dog or somethin'?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Actually, the Inuyasha I knew was a hanyou--half dog demon." Kagome noticed his bewildered look and took him by the hand, dragging him into the bathroom. She switched on the lights and pushed him in front of the mirror. Inuyasha screamed.
"What! What? What happened to me?" He touched his ears, made them twitch. He touched his now pure white hair--as white as freshly fallen snow. He bared his teeth, staring at his canine-like fangs. He flexed his razor sharp claws, pressed his right hand claws into his left palm and drew blood. In another minute, the wounds he had inflicted on his palm vanished. Inuyasha held his hands in front of his face, staring at them wordlessly with wide eyes.
"What happened to me?" He asked, turning beseeching eyes to Kagome.
[author's notes: there. done. that wasn't exactly a good place to stop, but i have to go and do homework. -sigh- i need to go and study for some tests. anyway, did you have a nice read? if i spelled anything wrong, any corrections, are welcome and greatly appreciated. arigato and ja!]