Ok, so I've updated and fixed my other screwed up chapters and their
squishy wordedness and some grammatical errors but ff.net is a funny thing
cause it doesn't show it all the time.-.- just sometimes. This is
completely AU so expect a lot of OOC ^^* Anyway, on with the story?
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Well....that was interesting, actually no I wasn't. Talking with Miroku that is. More like hearing about Miroku from Miroku. He would have sounded more natural throughout the entire one-sided conversation if he had referred to himself in third person. If he could have magically changed all the "I"'s he used in his life narrative into something more substantial like corn or wheat or whatever there'd be no need to wish for ending world hunger.
So, maybe it wasn't as bad as I like to make it sound but I was in an antsy mood, a period of government isolated in the back of the room with a pervert will do that to you. Oh and did I mention that in between breaths he'd be trying to cop a feel? Yeah, well I did give in to my initial desire hit him but would a few bruises slow HIM down, nooo, of course not. At the very least, he said nothing further of my famed morning escapade, more like I stopped nodding and saying 'huh' to his comments if he mentioned -it-.
As I entered my next class, I visualized little Miroku's crawling all over the place. But, to my relief, (....disappointment? naw...) all was quiet and time was spent resourcefully. I'm finally able to catch a break and I feel a tiny resentful..? Agh...no way I've just been exposed to Miroku too long.
The bell rang for dismissal and I felt a bit of excitement coiling around my gut. I had PE next, this term we had archery.
In the locker room I was fiddling with my lock when in glides (yes, glides) Kikyo; rightfully flanked by... well, I didn't know exactly who, but definite mindless cronies material. Ah, just the conformation I needed, someone up there does hate me.
There a few feet away dressing for PE and chatting away were the three most powerful (I say 'powerful' because high school is terribly medieval and structured thusly) girls in the student body.
Not acknowledging my presence.
For the first time that day I felt glad.
So, they were sending strong vibes of I-can't-even-be-bothered-by-the-likes- of-you. They could send off enough vibes to set the whole school on edge, I really couldn't care less. I just hoped to never cross paths with her again. Not that I was afraid for my reputation or what not. What could they do? Have the entire school hate me? I didn't even KNOW 1/1200 of them. Vicious rumors? Catty comments? Please. THEY (as in all of them together) wouldn't be so bad.
But, -Kikyo- I admitted, gave me the creeps. Her aura was just -scary-, like if I met her in a dark alley I'd have reason to fear for my life scary.
But avoiding her forever...? 'Yeah that's likely' I thought pessimistically, 'your locker happens to land you in their favorite make out spot.'
Looking tediously engrossed in the task of dressing; their conversation drifted my way.
"Goddd..did you *see* Naraku today?!?" the one with the light hair let out, in a presumably practiced high-pitched voice.
"It was hard not to.." the other, with short black hair murmured sultrily.
"Speaking of hard, I just wanted to run my fingers down his rock, hard..."
Ahhh, I soo did not want to hear this. Luckily, she was cut off by Kikyo.
"Yura." She commanded in a quiet, icy tone. "Don't be such a slut."
The one named Yura, pouted innocent. Playing with a piece of her hair.
"I -was- going to say stomach...but, I see -you- were thinking of -other- things." She replied lightly. Then let out peals of little giggles.
Kikyo looked a wee frazzled, but recovered nicely.
"Kikyo's right Yura, but you have to admit it's difficult (you could see it was a big word for her, trying to avoid the word 'hard' and all) not to stop your mouth from watering at the sight of him and wishing you could just wrap him up and take him home with you." Was the insightful creed of nameless girl #1.
"We understand it's hands off, Inuyasha must not be doing a very good job, for this sudden change of heart. I could take him off your hands, then you -could- take Naraku home." Yura continued in her low, seductive voice.
Kikyo threw her an impatient, disgusted look.
"No."
"You don't touch a hair on his head." (a/n: omg I couldn't resist) "Do you understand Yura?" she asked slowly as if talking to a child, with a raised eyebrow. Ugh, she was doing the 'looking down at you' thing again.
"Touché, I was just joking you know." Smooth as glass. But didn't push it.
Kikyo glared. Then brightened.
"It is kind of a pity I'll have to let him go through, we've been together for soo long now."
Wait, what? If she hadn't said the last part I would have thought she was talking about a -pet- of hers or something.
She gave a small half sigh, then brightened some more.
"It'll be worth it though...It'll be for Naraku, he'll make it worth my while.....blah blah blah."
Ew... I really didn't want to hear anymore, she was almost as bad as Yura. I shuddered. Mental note to self: No more eavesdropping.
But, -really- wait...she was going to break up with Inuyasha.
I was kind of happy. I grinned. This means..... 'No more public scenes of indecency in front of my locker!!' I thought gleefully. Well, -that- was one less problem I had to worry about.
Hmm..I should have been more sympathetic though, the guy, despite his jerkiness, would be pretty broken up about it. See the only time Miroku didn't talk about himself was to quickly state his buddy was completely and happily whipped by, "that bitch" [Kikyo].
'Hn, but then again' I thought, 'he'll be completely devastated and with my luck he'll bump into me every five minutes and chew me out about his problem.' He seemed the kind of guy to do that.
No matter I'll deal with it later. Right now I had an engagement with a set of bow and arrows.
*whoosh* ....*twang*
Nice..music to my ears. The clean sound of an arrow reaching it's mark. It was loud outside but I could still hear it. Archery, lets see I don't even know how to start with this one. I guess you could say it was my calling. I know I said I had no talents. Well, let me clarify, I meant I had no -useful- talents. (Two things I can do reasonably well are shoot arrows, I have great aim, and play the violin, --; the latter is even weirder but I'll get to that.)
My grandpa got me started when I was really young, it was purely accidental. I'd been known to my family have unnaturally good aim for child, but when I picked up this toy-ish (it wasn't exactly a plastic toy or anything) bow and arrow set, left at my house from visiting cousins. I strung it (god knows how I knew) and shot it (almost hitting my grandfather) and it was -embedded-, I swear clearly sunken into the wooden door. It wasn't the hardest door ever nor was the arrow in deeply but, I was a -kid- (w/ no upper body strength) and it should have been some miracle. No one made a big deal of it, except my grandpa and he was so *determined* I should learn. He usually wasn't seriously firm on many things, but he was firm on me doing this. So, I did.
And here I am today. I can't thank him enough for it. I love archery,
it's relaxing,
it brings about inner peace,
it's wonderfully meditative....
and it's earning me one hell of a death look right now..
Kikyo looked from the target to me and back to the target, which had two arrows deep-seated at it's center; one nearly splitting the other in half.
I looked over at her target. It looked like mine except her two arrow points were so close together it only -appeared- that they were on top of each other.
I turned away and hid a smirk. I bit my tongue to stop the small chuckle rising in my throat. Oh yes, PE is decidedly my favorite period.
A/N: sooooooo *twiddles with thumbs* how was that?? I think it was longer than any other chapter and the rest will probably be this long. Ahhh.I can't figure out how to make bolds and italics work when I post..err..help?? (total newbieness) Also I'd like to sincerely thank everyone that's been reviewing. You're soooo nice. Oh yea...also I'm having a hard time thinking of a name for Kikyo's first hunchwomen. Yura's Kikyo's right hand but the other one's still tight with both of them, it just don't have a good name for her....^^* Any suggestions??? Reviews are good, criticisms and comments are welcome! Until next time! lol guess what's going to happen at lunch? =D Ja.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Well....that was interesting, actually no I wasn't. Talking with Miroku that is. More like hearing about Miroku from Miroku. He would have sounded more natural throughout the entire one-sided conversation if he had referred to himself in third person. If he could have magically changed all the "I"'s he used in his life narrative into something more substantial like corn or wheat or whatever there'd be no need to wish for ending world hunger.
So, maybe it wasn't as bad as I like to make it sound but I was in an antsy mood, a period of government isolated in the back of the room with a pervert will do that to you. Oh and did I mention that in between breaths he'd be trying to cop a feel? Yeah, well I did give in to my initial desire hit him but would a few bruises slow HIM down, nooo, of course not. At the very least, he said nothing further of my famed morning escapade, more like I stopped nodding and saying 'huh' to his comments if he mentioned -it-.
As I entered my next class, I visualized little Miroku's crawling all over the place. But, to my relief, (....disappointment? naw...) all was quiet and time was spent resourcefully. I'm finally able to catch a break and I feel a tiny resentful..? Agh...no way I've just been exposed to Miroku too long.
The bell rang for dismissal and I felt a bit of excitement coiling around my gut. I had PE next, this term we had archery.
In the locker room I was fiddling with my lock when in glides (yes, glides) Kikyo; rightfully flanked by... well, I didn't know exactly who, but definite mindless cronies material. Ah, just the conformation I needed, someone up there does hate me.
There a few feet away dressing for PE and chatting away were the three most powerful (I say 'powerful' because high school is terribly medieval and structured thusly) girls in the student body.
Not acknowledging my presence.
For the first time that day I felt glad.
So, they were sending strong vibes of I-can't-even-be-bothered-by-the-likes- of-you. They could send off enough vibes to set the whole school on edge, I really couldn't care less. I just hoped to never cross paths with her again. Not that I was afraid for my reputation or what not. What could they do? Have the entire school hate me? I didn't even KNOW 1/1200 of them. Vicious rumors? Catty comments? Please. THEY (as in all of them together) wouldn't be so bad.
But, -Kikyo- I admitted, gave me the creeps. Her aura was just -scary-, like if I met her in a dark alley I'd have reason to fear for my life scary.
But avoiding her forever...? 'Yeah that's likely' I thought pessimistically, 'your locker happens to land you in their favorite make out spot.'
Looking tediously engrossed in the task of dressing; their conversation drifted my way.
"Goddd..did you *see* Naraku today?!?" the one with the light hair let out, in a presumably practiced high-pitched voice.
"It was hard not to.." the other, with short black hair murmured sultrily.
"Speaking of hard, I just wanted to run my fingers down his rock, hard..."
Ahhh, I soo did not want to hear this. Luckily, she was cut off by Kikyo.
"Yura." She commanded in a quiet, icy tone. "Don't be such a slut."
The one named Yura, pouted innocent. Playing with a piece of her hair.
"I -was- going to say stomach...but, I see -you- were thinking of -other- things." She replied lightly. Then let out peals of little giggles.
Kikyo looked a wee frazzled, but recovered nicely.
"Kikyo's right Yura, but you have to admit it's difficult (you could see it was a big word for her, trying to avoid the word 'hard' and all) not to stop your mouth from watering at the sight of him and wishing you could just wrap him up and take him home with you." Was the insightful creed of nameless girl #1.
"We understand it's hands off, Inuyasha must not be doing a very good job, for this sudden change of heart. I could take him off your hands, then you -could- take Naraku home." Yura continued in her low, seductive voice.
Kikyo threw her an impatient, disgusted look.
"No."
"You don't touch a hair on his head." (a/n: omg I couldn't resist) "Do you understand Yura?" she asked slowly as if talking to a child, with a raised eyebrow. Ugh, she was doing the 'looking down at you' thing again.
"Touché, I was just joking you know." Smooth as glass. But didn't push it.
Kikyo glared. Then brightened.
"It is kind of a pity I'll have to let him go through, we've been together for soo long now."
Wait, what? If she hadn't said the last part I would have thought she was talking about a -pet- of hers or something.
She gave a small half sigh, then brightened some more.
"It'll be worth it though...It'll be for Naraku, he'll make it worth my while.....blah blah blah."
Ew... I really didn't want to hear anymore, she was almost as bad as Yura. I shuddered. Mental note to self: No more eavesdropping.
But, -really- wait...she was going to break up with Inuyasha.
I was kind of happy. I grinned. This means..... 'No more public scenes of indecency in front of my locker!!' I thought gleefully. Well, -that- was one less problem I had to worry about.
Hmm..I should have been more sympathetic though, the guy, despite his jerkiness, would be pretty broken up about it. See the only time Miroku didn't talk about himself was to quickly state his buddy was completely and happily whipped by, "that bitch" [Kikyo].
'Hn, but then again' I thought, 'he'll be completely devastated and with my luck he'll bump into me every five minutes and chew me out about his problem.' He seemed the kind of guy to do that.
No matter I'll deal with it later. Right now I had an engagement with a set of bow and arrows.
*whoosh* ....*twang*
Nice..music to my ears. The clean sound of an arrow reaching it's mark. It was loud outside but I could still hear it. Archery, lets see I don't even know how to start with this one. I guess you could say it was my calling. I know I said I had no talents. Well, let me clarify, I meant I had no -useful- talents. (Two things I can do reasonably well are shoot arrows, I have great aim, and play the violin, --; the latter is even weirder but I'll get to that.)
My grandpa got me started when I was really young, it was purely accidental. I'd been known to my family have unnaturally good aim for child, but when I picked up this toy-ish (it wasn't exactly a plastic toy or anything) bow and arrow set, left at my house from visiting cousins. I strung it (god knows how I knew) and shot it (almost hitting my grandfather) and it was -embedded-, I swear clearly sunken into the wooden door. It wasn't the hardest door ever nor was the arrow in deeply but, I was a -kid- (w/ no upper body strength) and it should have been some miracle. No one made a big deal of it, except my grandpa and he was so *determined* I should learn. He usually wasn't seriously firm on many things, but he was firm on me doing this. So, I did.
And here I am today. I can't thank him enough for it. I love archery,
it's relaxing,
it brings about inner peace,
it's wonderfully meditative....
and it's earning me one hell of a death look right now..
Kikyo looked from the target to me and back to the target, which had two arrows deep-seated at it's center; one nearly splitting the other in half.
I looked over at her target. It looked like mine except her two arrow points were so close together it only -appeared- that they were on top of each other.
I turned away and hid a smirk. I bit my tongue to stop the small chuckle rising in my throat. Oh yes, PE is decidedly my favorite period.
A/N: sooooooo *twiddles with thumbs* how was that?? I think it was longer than any other chapter and the rest will probably be this long. Ahhh.I can't figure out how to make bolds and italics work when I post..err..help?? (total newbieness) Also I'd like to sincerely thank everyone that's been reviewing. You're soooo nice. Oh yea...also I'm having a hard time thinking of a name for Kikyo's first hunchwomen. Yura's Kikyo's right hand but the other one's still tight with both of them, it just don't have a good name for her....^^* Any suggestions??? Reviews are good, criticisms and comments are welcome! Until next time! lol guess what's going to happen at lunch? =D Ja.