Happy End no Uta
Chapter Three
(Well. Oo; Now we know who Naraku likes! XD I've got more plans for that and stuff...And eventually you'll get to learn more about his past and why he and Onigumo hate eachother. But not in this chapter; it's too early in the story right now of course. ^_^ Once again, I'd like to thank all my reviewers! And, if you like Jakotsu, please go and read Rhapsody of Despair!!!)
The next morning I woke up to find myself in an uncomfortable position on Naraku's bedroom floor. I let out a cranky moan and looked over at Naraku, who was sprawled out on his bed. Neither of us had bothered to use blankets. The clock read 10:45, so that meant that Onigumo was at work.
I got up, much to the dismay of my bones, who ached in pain. Slowly, I went over to Naraku and proded his side with my finger. "Wake up." I said, not wanting to be the only one awake and having the chance of Kagura coming in there and being her normal self. Kagura was definately not home though, otherwise I would've been able to hear her blaring rap music from her room down the hall.
Naraku waved his hand at me, as if trying to get me to go away. Then, he cracked one eye open and said, "Jakotsu, it's only ten."
Yes, Naraku was not a morning person. It didn't really help that he always stayed up real late anyway. Some times he would even come to school on only about three hours of sleep. I couldn't ever understand how he was able to do it. Functioning on three hours of sleep was unheard of for me.
I moaned and poked him once more. "C'mon!!! I'm bored and I don't want to be stuck here alone!" I said and pulled him off of his bed, his head making a loud thunking noise when it collided with the floor. He was going to have a headache for the rest of the day now.
Naraku said a profanity and sat up slowly. "Don't do that! I hate it when you do that." he said, rubbing his head, his black hair absolutly everywhere. After about five minutes of sitting on the floor, he got up and gave me a friendly shove.
He and I never got into fights, no matter what was going on between us. Bankotsu always said that we were joined at the hip and that if one of us was a woman, we'd be married. That was a scary thought. It always made me picture me pushing a stoller and wearing some kind of horrible maternity clothes with Naraku walking next to me wearing a business suit.
Scary thought indeed.
"Aw, I'm sorry darling." I said, rolling my eyes as we left his room and made our way into the kitchen. I felt a little gross, after all, I'd been wearing the same clothes since the day before. Unlike most guys, I bathe at least once a day. At least. Normally twice. "Urm...Can I go take a shower, Naraku? I feel like a hippie." I asked him as he opened the refridgerator, scavenging for food.
Naraku shrugged. "Do whatever you want." he said, "That weird shampoo you like to use is in the cabinet. Kagura keeps hiding it from you."
"Thanks." I said and went into the bathroom. That weird shampoo he was talking about was this stuff that smelled like strawberries. I kept telling myself that the next time I went to the mall I would buy some, but I kept forgetting to.
I turned on the water, feeling the steam rise up and then I went to get the shampoo from the cabinet. After I put that down, I threw my clothes off and got in the shower.
***
Once I felt clean again, I wrapped a towel around me and went into Naraku's room to borrow some clothes from him. I figured that he wouldn't mind, so I put on a pair of baggy jeans and a black shirt that had some weird picture of some kind of animal and a Japanese phrase underneath it.
I went out into the kitchen again, where Naraku was sitting at the table, reading some article in the newspaper. "I feel better now." I announced as I tore a comb through my hair. Nothing was better than a nice hot shower as soon as you woke up.
Naraku put the newspaper down and looked at me. "Whoo hoo." he said, "So, what do you want to do today?"
That question had probably been asked by the most people in the world in Niceville. Honestly, there was never anything to do there. I can remember dozens of times when Naraku and I would just sit there and toss the question back and forth while we watched some pointless show on television, which also never had anything worth watching.
I shrugged. "Any movies worth seeing?" It was worth a try. But normally movies meant, 'sex and car chases.' Even television was better than that.
Naraku looked up thoughtfully. "Well...'The Pirates of the Carribean' is out. And there are a few other things." he mused, "We've already seen the 'Matrix' twice, so no point in seeing that again."
We decided to go to 'The Pirates of the Carribean.' It was pretty good actually. Then we just kind of hung around the Santa Rosa mall with nothing else to do.
That was more or less how most of our weekends were.
***
I got home around six that night. Bankotsu was out with his girlfriend so I was stuck with my parents and the five of my brothers who were antisocial and not very smart. I found myself wishing for a sister.
(End part three! ^_~ Well...I don't have much to say except for the fact that there really ISN'T anything to do in Niceville. Yeah.)
Chapter Three
(Well. Oo; Now we know who Naraku likes! XD I've got more plans for that and stuff...And eventually you'll get to learn more about his past and why he and Onigumo hate eachother. But not in this chapter; it's too early in the story right now of course. ^_^ Once again, I'd like to thank all my reviewers! And, if you like Jakotsu, please go and read Rhapsody of Despair!!!)
The next morning I woke up to find myself in an uncomfortable position on Naraku's bedroom floor. I let out a cranky moan and looked over at Naraku, who was sprawled out on his bed. Neither of us had bothered to use blankets. The clock read 10:45, so that meant that Onigumo was at work.
I got up, much to the dismay of my bones, who ached in pain. Slowly, I went over to Naraku and proded his side with my finger. "Wake up." I said, not wanting to be the only one awake and having the chance of Kagura coming in there and being her normal self. Kagura was definately not home though, otherwise I would've been able to hear her blaring rap music from her room down the hall.
Naraku waved his hand at me, as if trying to get me to go away. Then, he cracked one eye open and said, "Jakotsu, it's only ten."
Yes, Naraku was not a morning person. It didn't really help that he always stayed up real late anyway. Some times he would even come to school on only about three hours of sleep. I couldn't ever understand how he was able to do it. Functioning on three hours of sleep was unheard of for me.
I moaned and poked him once more. "C'mon!!! I'm bored and I don't want to be stuck here alone!" I said and pulled him off of his bed, his head making a loud thunking noise when it collided with the floor. He was going to have a headache for the rest of the day now.
Naraku said a profanity and sat up slowly. "Don't do that! I hate it when you do that." he said, rubbing his head, his black hair absolutly everywhere. After about five minutes of sitting on the floor, he got up and gave me a friendly shove.
He and I never got into fights, no matter what was going on between us. Bankotsu always said that we were joined at the hip and that if one of us was a woman, we'd be married. That was a scary thought. It always made me picture me pushing a stoller and wearing some kind of horrible maternity clothes with Naraku walking next to me wearing a business suit.
Scary thought indeed.
"Aw, I'm sorry darling." I said, rolling my eyes as we left his room and made our way into the kitchen. I felt a little gross, after all, I'd been wearing the same clothes since the day before. Unlike most guys, I bathe at least once a day. At least. Normally twice. "Urm...Can I go take a shower, Naraku? I feel like a hippie." I asked him as he opened the refridgerator, scavenging for food.
Naraku shrugged. "Do whatever you want." he said, "That weird shampoo you like to use is in the cabinet. Kagura keeps hiding it from you."
"Thanks." I said and went into the bathroom. That weird shampoo he was talking about was this stuff that smelled like strawberries. I kept telling myself that the next time I went to the mall I would buy some, but I kept forgetting to.
I turned on the water, feeling the steam rise up and then I went to get the shampoo from the cabinet. After I put that down, I threw my clothes off and got in the shower.
***
Once I felt clean again, I wrapped a towel around me and went into Naraku's room to borrow some clothes from him. I figured that he wouldn't mind, so I put on a pair of baggy jeans and a black shirt that had some weird picture of some kind of animal and a Japanese phrase underneath it.
I went out into the kitchen again, where Naraku was sitting at the table, reading some article in the newspaper. "I feel better now." I announced as I tore a comb through my hair. Nothing was better than a nice hot shower as soon as you woke up.
Naraku put the newspaper down and looked at me. "Whoo hoo." he said, "So, what do you want to do today?"
That question had probably been asked by the most people in the world in Niceville. Honestly, there was never anything to do there. I can remember dozens of times when Naraku and I would just sit there and toss the question back and forth while we watched some pointless show on television, which also never had anything worth watching.
I shrugged. "Any movies worth seeing?" It was worth a try. But normally movies meant, 'sex and car chases.' Even television was better than that.
Naraku looked up thoughtfully. "Well...'The Pirates of the Carribean' is out. And there are a few other things." he mused, "We've already seen the 'Matrix' twice, so no point in seeing that again."
We decided to go to 'The Pirates of the Carribean.' It was pretty good actually. Then we just kind of hung around the Santa Rosa mall with nothing else to do.
That was more or less how most of our weekends were.
***
I got home around six that night. Bankotsu was out with his girlfriend so I was stuck with my parents and the five of my brothers who were antisocial and not very smart. I found myself wishing for a sister.
(End part three! ^_~ Well...I don't have much to say except for the fact that there really ISN'T anything to do in Niceville. Yeah.)