PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. NOT JUST ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Alright, time to face the music. You're all probably wondering either where the hell have I been, why haven't I updated in....forever, how you're going to murder me for making you wait, or all of the above. I prefer to think no one reads this and so no one would care, but alas, I have reviews, so that must mean someone's reading....right? *crickets take the stage* Umm....I'll continue anyway.
There's a very simple explanation to why I decided to split for so long. It's an excuse used by countless fanfiction writers everywhere and still frustrates readers to this very day. It's an excuse so overused people just won't accept it anymore, but it's there all the same. No matter how annoying it is, how unforgivable, or how lame, it's the incurable disease that plagues writers all over the world. And so, the truth of the matter is, I was hit with writer's block. *scrambles for the door* Don't hurt me!!
Since I didn't want to only post up an author's note (I know how annoying that is), I decided to include this part of a chapter I've been working on as sort of a...consolation chapter if you will. This is the pure, rough sketchy draft of chapter 7, so please don't bombard me with comments saying how much this, or I, suck, because one, I already know, and two, you really don't have to read this. Also keep in mind this isn't a complete chapter. It's what I could come up with to write when I managed to beat back the writer's block if only for a few moments. It's better than nothing, right? *resumes running from readers and their angry pitchforks* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Inu-Yasha ended up at another, even more secluded lake, well pond, really, feeling more dejected and irritated than he ever remembered feeling. Between those, and innumerable other, ugly feelings, Inu-Yasha felt regret. Regret at the day wasted, regret that he had blown up at Kagome like he did, regret that he never said thank you for her troubles. He sighed, frustrated with himself, now, as well, and decided he needed to do something else if he was ever going to stop mopping around like a pansy. Maybe he'd give Miroku a visit, if only to see him get beat up for entertainment.
~*~
Kagome grew quiet after Inu-Yasha left, feeling empty and...wrong. Shippo noticed her change, and attempted to cheer her up.
"Kagome! Kagome! Can we go get some ice cream? Please, please, pleeeeeeeease?"
Kagome smiled at her charge's hyperactivity and marveled at the amount of energy stored up in such a small package. She ruffled his hair and glanced at her watch.
"Sure Shippo. It's almost time for my shift anyway. You won't mind staying at the parlor until Kaede comes to pick you up, right?"
Shippo gave her a withering look.
"When does a little boy like me ever refuse the chance to *stay* in an ice cream parlor?"
Kagome laughed and took his arm, him bouncing away in his habitual way, and started toward the parlor.
~*~
"Irasshaimase! Welcome to Shiawase no Ice Cream! How can I serve you today?"
Kagome gave Miroku a funny look and turned to Shippo.
"While you're here, make sure you don't talk to this pervert, ok?"
Shippo looked at her with wide eyes and nodded. She ruffled his hair.
"That's a good boy."
Kagome faced the dejected Miroku, head hung, and giggled.
"Kagome-senpai, you don't have to be so harsh, you know."
"I don't want Shippo picking up any of your lecherous habits, and I'm not going to let last night go, either. Now, get Shippo a double scoop of chocolate swirl ice cream in a sugar cone while I change for my shift. You're working double today, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because that means I get the register and you can handle the scooping!" Kagome grinned and ran off to the employee restroom to change, leaving a sputtering Miroku behind.
"That was underhanded and unfair," Miroku grumbled, stabbing into a tub of ice cream for a scoop of cookie dough.
"Hey, Kagome said to give me chocolate swirl!"
Miroku sighed a dramatic sigh. "This is for me, kid."
Shippo began griping indignantly, demanding service when the door of the parlor chimed open again.
"Hey Miroku, give me a scoop of chocolate, wouldja?"
Alright, time to face the music. You're all probably wondering either where the hell have I been, why haven't I updated in....forever, how you're going to murder me for making you wait, or all of the above. I prefer to think no one reads this and so no one would care, but alas, I have reviews, so that must mean someone's reading....right? *crickets take the stage* Umm....I'll continue anyway.
There's a very simple explanation to why I decided to split for so long. It's an excuse used by countless fanfiction writers everywhere and still frustrates readers to this very day. It's an excuse so overused people just won't accept it anymore, but it's there all the same. No matter how annoying it is, how unforgivable, or how lame, it's the incurable disease that plagues writers all over the world. And so, the truth of the matter is, I was hit with writer's block. *scrambles for the door* Don't hurt me!!
Since I didn't want to only post up an author's note (I know how annoying that is), I decided to include this part of a chapter I've been working on as sort of a...consolation chapter if you will. This is the pure, rough sketchy draft of chapter 7, so please don't bombard me with comments saying how much this, or I, suck, because one, I already know, and two, you really don't have to read this. Also keep in mind this isn't a complete chapter. It's what I could come up with to write when I managed to beat back the writer's block if only for a few moments. It's better than nothing, right? *resumes running from readers and their angry pitchforks* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Inu-Yasha ended up at another, even more secluded lake, well pond, really, feeling more dejected and irritated than he ever remembered feeling. Between those, and innumerable other, ugly feelings, Inu-Yasha felt regret. Regret at the day wasted, regret that he had blown up at Kagome like he did, regret that he never said thank you for her troubles. He sighed, frustrated with himself, now, as well, and decided he needed to do something else if he was ever going to stop mopping around like a pansy. Maybe he'd give Miroku a visit, if only to see him get beat up for entertainment.
~*~
Kagome grew quiet after Inu-Yasha left, feeling empty and...wrong. Shippo noticed her change, and attempted to cheer her up.
"Kagome! Kagome! Can we go get some ice cream? Please, please, pleeeeeeeease?"
Kagome smiled at her charge's hyperactivity and marveled at the amount of energy stored up in such a small package. She ruffled his hair and glanced at her watch.
"Sure Shippo. It's almost time for my shift anyway. You won't mind staying at the parlor until Kaede comes to pick you up, right?"
Shippo gave her a withering look.
"When does a little boy like me ever refuse the chance to *stay* in an ice cream parlor?"
Kagome laughed and took his arm, him bouncing away in his habitual way, and started toward the parlor.
~*~
"Irasshaimase! Welcome to Shiawase no Ice Cream! How can I serve you today?"
Kagome gave Miroku a funny look and turned to Shippo.
"While you're here, make sure you don't talk to this pervert, ok?"
Shippo looked at her with wide eyes and nodded. She ruffled his hair.
"That's a good boy."
Kagome faced the dejected Miroku, head hung, and giggled.
"Kagome-senpai, you don't have to be so harsh, you know."
"I don't want Shippo picking up any of your lecherous habits, and I'm not going to let last night go, either. Now, get Shippo a double scoop of chocolate swirl ice cream in a sugar cone while I change for my shift. You're working double today, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because that means I get the register and you can handle the scooping!" Kagome grinned and ran off to the employee restroom to change, leaving a sputtering Miroku behind.
"That was underhanded and unfair," Miroku grumbled, stabbing into a tub of ice cream for a scoop of cookie dough.
"Hey, Kagome said to give me chocolate swirl!"
Miroku sighed a dramatic sigh. "This is for me, kid."
Shippo began griping indignantly, demanding service when the door of the parlor chimed open again.
"Hey Miroku, give me a scoop of chocolate, wouldja?"