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3-For
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Kagome's grandfather had produced a piece of equipment that, under any other circumstances, Sango would have attacked as a demon. It was large, black, had more lights than Sango though were needed, had too many wheels, and the large rubber hoses going out both ends looked like tentacles.
That was what Sango was thinking. Miroku was watching her skirt.
"Okay," said Grandfather. He flipped a switch and the thing began to make chugging noises. Wheels moved. Pumps went back and forth. Water began to shoot out the back of the machine, and hit Miroku squarely in the ankles, which knocked him over. It a reflex, he lashed out at with his staff, and suddenly there was a huge electric arc. It was blue, and blinded them.
They blinked. They were still next to the well, and nothing had changed. Except for one thing.
The pump had vanished.
"Oh DAMN it," said Grandfather. "I liked that one."
*
A few hundred years earlier, Inuyasha was just about done crying. He was hunched over, with his back to the well, and he suddenly realized that he had better find Kagome before she met the real Kikyo. This couldn't be good.
As he walked away, the well pump shot out of the well, and landed on the ground.
*
Inuyasha from before stared at Kagome. Kagome stared at Inuyasha.
"What are you wearing, Kikyo?" Kagome tried to think fast. She failed. "I like this outfit." It was the generic whiplash remark to make when your clothes were criticized.
This argument had successfully defended /lederhosen/, after all.
Inuyasha thought. "It's unusual," he said, but smiled and scrubbed Kagome playfully on the head.
She gasped, but quietly. He almost never touched her, unless he was about to drag her out of the way of a fireball.
And she gently reached up and patted his ears. He looked at her and smiled.
"Come on. Let's go sit on a hill and watch the sunset."
*
Sango's skirt was, in fact, dissolving, but whatever the hell 'toluene' was, it wasn't dissolving fast enough for Miroku's tastes.
They were now trying to suck the water out with Mrs. Higurashi's vacuum cleaner. Kagome's grandfather had gone through school in the years before the Second World War, and had absolutely no knowledge of electricity. Which was why, after flipping the circuit breaker for the fifth time, he had wedged a yen coin between the breaker and the contact and come Well or High Water, he was going to PUMP this thing.
The storm raged overhead as he flipped the switch.
*
"Stay."
"Dealer has 18, you have 19." Mrs. Higurashi got the pot.
The dealer dealt cards. Mrs. Higurashi looked at hers.
"I'll-"
There was a distant explosion, which, if the listener was alert, didn't sound quite right for thunder.
"Huh. Hit me."
*
The vacuum had been one of those hokey little apparatuses that had the face of an elephant on the front, with the hose being the trunk. If the vac was blue, the canister said 'Henry'. If it was green, it said 'George'. In this case, nobody was ever really sure because the top of the vacuum was now imbedded in the ceiling in the form of molten plastic droplets.
Miroku was the first to recover, but didn't say anything or move, because if he shuffled a bit this way, maybe he could see up Sango's skirt. Well, it was Kagome's skirt, but Miroku wasn't big on particulars.
*
3-For
*
Kagome's grandfather had produced a piece of equipment that, under any other circumstances, Sango would have attacked as a demon. It was large, black, had more lights than Sango though were needed, had too many wheels, and the large rubber hoses going out both ends looked like tentacles.
That was what Sango was thinking. Miroku was watching her skirt.
"Okay," said Grandfather. He flipped a switch and the thing began to make chugging noises. Wheels moved. Pumps went back and forth. Water began to shoot out the back of the machine, and hit Miroku squarely in the ankles, which knocked him over. It a reflex, he lashed out at with his staff, and suddenly there was a huge electric arc. It was blue, and blinded them.
They blinked. They were still next to the well, and nothing had changed. Except for one thing.
The pump had vanished.
"Oh DAMN it," said Grandfather. "I liked that one."
*
A few hundred years earlier, Inuyasha was just about done crying. He was hunched over, with his back to the well, and he suddenly realized that he had better find Kagome before she met the real Kikyo. This couldn't be good.
As he walked away, the well pump shot out of the well, and landed on the ground.
*
Inuyasha from before stared at Kagome. Kagome stared at Inuyasha.
"What are you wearing, Kikyo?" Kagome tried to think fast. She failed. "I like this outfit." It was the generic whiplash remark to make when your clothes were criticized.
This argument had successfully defended /lederhosen/, after all.
Inuyasha thought. "It's unusual," he said, but smiled and scrubbed Kagome playfully on the head.
She gasped, but quietly. He almost never touched her, unless he was about to drag her out of the way of a fireball.
And she gently reached up and patted his ears. He looked at her and smiled.
"Come on. Let's go sit on a hill and watch the sunset."
*
Sango's skirt was, in fact, dissolving, but whatever the hell 'toluene' was, it wasn't dissolving fast enough for Miroku's tastes.
They were now trying to suck the water out with Mrs. Higurashi's vacuum cleaner. Kagome's grandfather had gone through school in the years before the Second World War, and had absolutely no knowledge of electricity. Which was why, after flipping the circuit breaker for the fifth time, he had wedged a yen coin between the breaker and the contact and come Well or High Water, he was going to PUMP this thing.
The storm raged overhead as he flipped the switch.
*
"Stay."
"Dealer has 18, you have 19." Mrs. Higurashi got the pot.
The dealer dealt cards. Mrs. Higurashi looked at hers.
"I'll-"
There was a distant explosion, which, if the listener was alert, didn't sound quite right for thunder.
"Huh. Hit me."
*
The vacuum had been one of those hokey little apparatuses that had the face of an elephant on the front, with the hose being the trunk. If the vac was blue, the canister said 'Henry'. If it was green, it said 'George'. In this case, nobody was ever really sure because the top of the vacuum was now imbedded in the ceiling in the form of molten plastic droplets.
Miroku was the first to recover, but didn't say anything or move, because if he shuffled a bit this way, maybe he could see up Sango's skirt. Well, it was Kagome's skirt, but Miroku wasn't big on particulars.
*