*So far I've only done Kagome's POV but there'll be plenty of scenes where
she's not present so I'll perhaps slip into third person*
Only Normal on the Average
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
I smoothed a comically awry piece of my hair down, just to have it stupidly spring up to life again. I groaned.. I had been in bathroom standing in front of the mirror for the last five minutes patting at my hair maintaining that the longer I swatted at it the more likely it would straighten and fall into place. Showering last night had been such a bad idea. After conquering the stairs, I felt I could do anything. I finished off what school work I had, ate dinner then stretched out on my bed trying to read the good old gov. textbook.
Showering though had given rise to an entirely fresh wave of drowsiness and I did the unthinkable.
Now I'm faced with the backlash of going to bed with my head sopping wet.
No time to shower again.. *sigh* I pulled on a clean pair of fitting jeans and a thick, tightly knit dark blue sweater. It was a gift from my mom. It was a nice sweater. I squinched my eyes at the sight of my offensive hair clashing with my otherwise neat appearance.
'Well, there's no help for it' I thought helplessly.
Picking up my backpack I hurried downstairs. Welcomed warmly by the sight of Souta, mom, and grandpa in a snug, cushy kitchen atmosphere. It was so charming I had the sudden urge to skip out on school and just sit there with them as long as possible.
I blew at my bangs. 'If only' I thought wistfully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ *****Earlier that morning*****
Inuyasha nearly ripped the door off its hinges, fully prepared to beat whoever the obnoxious knocker was, within an inch of their lives.
Huh?
He blinked. And then again. If the individual didn't push past him inviting himself in Inuyasha would have thought he was still sleeping.
Miroku?!
At... glancing at the wall clock, 7.00 am. Was he looking at it right? Inuyasha tilted his head a bit. Nope. Still seven in the MORNING.
"MIROKU!!" He all but roared. Stomping towards the direction his friend headed.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!?"
Miroku, hidden behind the safety of the fridge door was too gone already to pay heed to the fuming Inuyasha.
"breaafust," was the muffed sound. Accompanied by loud shuffling sounds.
The fridge door slammed shut. In the dazzling white and chrome kitchen stood a slightly rumpled, ok a very rumpled, shirtless, glowering Inuyasha with hair adorably troused and eyes lazily drowsy with sleep and an immaculate, unfazed Miroku with a ridiculous variety and amount of food piled up to his chin clutched protectively to his chest.
Miroku looked indignant, sticking his chin up snottily only to move it back to balance the small mountain of eats.
"Gee Inuyasha, I get up soooo early this morning, to help a buddy in need and this is my 'good morning'?"
"Miroku I'm warning you, you have two seconds to explain why the fuck you're pounding down on my door and sticking your fat head in my fridge this morning."
"I should have let you bang on, if Sesshoumaru had answered the door, he would have carved into you like tiny tim into a christmas ham." Inuyasha added absently.
Miroku visibly gulped. 'Now there's somewhere I never want to venture.... Hmm... soo old frigid is back?' When Inuyasha's parent's split Sesshoumaru went with his mother and Inuyasha with his father, but now that -he's- back.... well, things would certainly be different.
'I don't think I saw him yesterday...' But shrugged it off. Back to the issue at hand.
Miroku smiled widely. "Don't get your panties in a bunch man."
Inuyasha lost in thought snapped back at the drop of a dime; taking a dangerous step towards Miroku.
The glutton waved his weighed down arms slightly in surrender, never dropping his sunny expression. He carefully set down his precious foodstuff not taking his eyes off the cold lemon sage chicken.
"Thought I'd drop by, shoot the breeze.... You know, do the supportive palsy thing."
Inuyasha opened his mouth no doubt to threaten bodily harm once more.
"Chill man, look I've brought a peace offering." Serenely cut in. Suddenly his grin shot through the roof.
Bounding towards his discarded things he rummaged and victoriously came back with an off white manilla folder. Waving it in front of an aggravated, slightly curious Inuyasha, he motioned for him to sit down at the kitchen table.
Miroku delicately opened his 'peace offering' revealing a bulk of highly glossy photo résumés, of girls, obviously. In the bright kitchen the glare hurt Inuyasha's adjusting eyes.
Inuyasha looked at Miroku stupidly, thinking of how his poor friend finally flew off his rocker...um... stalker style ?
Miroku's smile fell a bit. Looking irritated, he took it upon himself to explain.
"I've got -the best- idea of how you can get Kikyo back (more like get over her... blech) buddy." Miroku drew out slowly.
Inuyasha's brows drew together. Frowny face becoming even more so.
"Feh. I don't want her back."
--; "Yes you do, you were chanting it yesterday."
'besides this is the only way to get you out and about' Miroku added as a silent afterthought.
"....." --;
Inuyasha looked everywhere but Miroku and his photos. Appearing a little more miffed, a little less certain. 'ah, time to move in for the kill' Miroku mentally rubbed his hands together.
"You know that she's going to be hanging all over that bastard, Naraku from now on, right?"
"Shut. Up."
Inuyasha's fists balled furiously, turning his knuckles white. His eyes were positively blood thirsty.
'Ekk' Miroku internally winced. Well it had to be done.
"Look man it's simple really, find some chick, shower her with tender affections; shove her right under Kikyo's nose. The plan practically works itself out..... plus think of all the fun you'll get out of it from both parties."
"Miroku you dim-witted pervert. You're plan isn't even thought out."
Snort. "Things like these square off better than you'll ever let yourself think."
"Besides, I'm a pro, I've got you covered." Miroku crowed.
"Don't you 'owe it to your relationship, to bring in new experiences'" Miroku continued silkily before Inuyasha could take a jab.
Inuyasha grit his teeth. Miroku looked like a cat that swallowed the cream, the photos were still beaming, everything sounded more tempting than Inuyasha would have liked to admit.
"Fine." Was all that was said.
Miroku didn't need to be told twice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ *Lunch*
Miroku had a rare grim glint in his eyes. Damn. Bitch. She anticipated our move. Kikyo had gotten to all of the painstakingly hand picked girls,
and then the plan 'B's
AND THEN everyone else that was eligible.
'I underestimated her total control over the others,' Miroku mused silently.
Inuyasha looked undeniably irate and... determined.
"Miroku, find someone." Was the command.
Miroku glared.
"I'm not your lap dog, you could ask nicely."
"It was your stupid idea, fix it."
Miroku sighed, that guy was impossible. 'If I were I girl I'd never fuck him.' Miroku smiled. 'too much excess baggage.'
'hmmmm what now...?' There really was no one, Kikyo was grossly meticulous.
Then as the fates ordained.....
Kagome walked by.
*OK...phew there see, a little longer^^ ne? eh.maybe not (read bio. note-- ;) what do you think? The plot thickens and YES Sesshoumaru has a MAJOR role and he'll be introduced SOON.* r&r. ja.
Only Normal on the Average
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
I smoothed a comically awry piece of my hair down, just to have it stupidly spring up to life again. I groaned.. I had been in bathroom standing in front of the mirror for the last five minutes patting at my hair maintaining that the longer I swatted at it the more likely it would straighten and fall into place. Showering last night had been such a bad idea. After conquering the stairs, I felt I could do anything. I finished off what school work I had, ate dinner then stretched out on my bed trying to read the good old gov. textbook.
Showering though had given rise to an entirely fresh wave of drowsiness and I did the unthinkable.
Now I'm faced with the backlash of going to bed with my head sopping wet.
No time to shower again.. *sigh* I pulled on a clean pair of fitting jeans and a thick, tightly knit dark blue sweater. It was a gift from my mom. It was a nice sweater. I squinched my eyes at the sight of my offensive hair clashing with my otherwise neat appearance.
'Well, there's no help for it' I thought helplessly.
Picking up my backpack I hurried downstairs. Welcomed warmly by the sight of Souta, mom, and grandpa in a snug, cushy kitchen atmosphere. It was so charming I had the sudden urge to skip out on school and just sit there with them as long as possible.
I blew at my bangs. 'If only' I thought wistfully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ *****Earlier that morning*****
Inuyasha nearly ripped the door off its hinges, fully prepared to beat whoever the obnoxious knocker was, within an inch of their lives.
Huh?
He blinked. And then again. If the individual didn't push past him inviting himself in Inuyasha would have thought he was still sleeping.
Miroku?!
At... glancing at the wall clock, 7.00 am. Was he looking at it right? Inuyasha tilted his head a bit. Nope. Still seven in the MORNING.
"MIROKU!!" He all but roared. Stomping towards the direction his friend headed.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!?"
Miroku, hidden behind the safety of the fridge door was too gone already to pay heed to the fuming Inuyasha.
"breaafust," was the muffed sound. Accompanied by loud shuffling sounds.
The fridge door slammed shut. In the dazzling white and chrome kitchen stood a slightly rumpled, ok a very rumpled, shirtless, glowering Inuyasha with hair adorably troused and eyes lazily drowsy with sleep and an immaculate, unfazed Miroku with a ridiculous variety and amount of food piled up to his chin clutched protectively to his chest.
Miroku looked indignant, sticking his chin up snottily only to move it back to balance the small mountain of eats.
"Gee Inuyasha, I get up soooo early this morning, to help a buddy in need and this is my 'good morning'?"
"Miroku I'm warning you, you have two seconds to explain why the fuck you're pounding down on my door and sticking your fat head in my fridge this morning."
"I should have let you bang on, if Sesshoumaru had answered the door, he would have carved into you like tiny tim into a christmas ham." Inuyasha added absently.
Miroku visibly gulped. 'Now there's somewhere I never want to venture.... Hmm... soo old frigid is back?' When Inuyasha's parent's split Sesshoumaru went with his mother and Inuyasha with his father, but now that -he's- back.... well, things would certainly be different.
'I don't think I saw him yesterday...' But shrugged it off. Back to the issue at hand.
Miroku smiled widely. "Don't get your panties in a bunch man."
Inuyasha lost in thought snapped back at the drop of a dime; taking a dangerous step towards Miroku.
The glutton waved his weighed down arms slightly in surrender, never dropping his sunny expression. He carefully set down his precious foodstuff not taking his eyes off the cold lemon sage chicken.
"Thought I'd drop by, shoot the breeze.... You know, do the supportive palsy thing."
Inuyasha opened his mouth no doubt to threaten bodily harm once more.
"Chill man, look I've brought a peace offering." Serenely cut in. Suddenly his grin shot through the roof.
Bounding towards his discarded things he rummaged and victoriously came back with an off white manilla folder. Waving it in front of an aggravated, slightly curious Inuyasha, he motioned for him to sit down at the kitchen table.
Miroku delicately opened his 'peace offering' revealing a bulk of highly glossy photo résumés, of girls, obviously. In the bright kitchen the glare hurt Inuyasha's adjusting eyes.
Inuyasha looked at Miroku stupidly, thinking of how his poor friend finally flew off his rocker...um... stalker style ?
Miroku's smile fell a bit. Looking irritated, he took it upon himself to explain.
"I've got -the best- idea of how you can get Kikyo back (more like get over her... blech) buddy." Miroku drew out slowly.
Inuyasha's brows drew together. Frowny face becoming even more so.
"Feh. I don't want her back."
--; "Yes you do, you were chanting it yesterday."
'besides this is the only way to get you out and about' Miroku added as a silent afterthought.
"....." --;
Inuyasha looked everywhere but Miroku and his photos. Appearing a little more miffed, a little less certain. 'ah, time to move in for the kill' Miroku mentally rubbed his hands together.
"You know that she's going to be hanging all over that bastard, Naraku from now on, right?"
"Shut. Up."
Inuyasha's fists balled furiously, turning his knuckles white. His eyes were positively blood thirsty.
'Ekk' Miroku internally winced. Well it had to be done.
"Look man it's simple really, find some chick, shower her with tender affections; shove her right under Kikyo's nose. The plan practically works itself out..... plus think of all the fun you'll get out of it from both parties."
"Miroku you dim-witted pervert. You're plan isn't even thought out."
Snort. "Things like these square off better than you'll ever let yourself think."
"Besides, I'm a pro, I've got you covered." Miroku crowed.
"Don't you 'owe it to your relationship, to bring in new experiences'" Miroku continued silkily before Inuyasha could take a jab.
Inuyasha grit his teeth. Miroku looked like a cat that swallowed the cream, the photos were still beaming, everything sounded more tempting than Inuyasha would have liked to admit.
"Fine." Was all that was said.
Miroku didn't need to be told twice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ *Lunch*
Miroku had a rare grim glint in his eyes. Damn. Bitch. She anticipated our move. Kikyo had gotten to all of the painstakingly hand picked girls,
and then the plan 'B's
AND THEN everyone else that was eligible.
'I underestimated her total control over the others,' Miroku mused silently.
Inuyasha looked undeniably irate and... determined.
"Miroku, find someone." Was the command.
Miroku glared.
"I'm not your lap dog, you could ask nicely."
"It was your stupid idea, fix it."
Miroku sighed, that guy was impossible. 'If I were I girl I'd never fuck him.' Miroku smiled. 'too much excess baggage.'
'hmmmm what now...?' There really was no one, Kikyo was grossly meticulous.
Then as the fates ordained.....
Kagome walked by.
*OK...phew there see, a little longer^^ ne? eh.maybe not (read bio. note-- ;) what do you think? The plot thickens and YES Sesshoumaru has a MAJOR role and he'll be introduced SOON.* r&r. ja.