Hola all. Welcome to chapter two. . . which I hope will be significantly funnier then the last chapter; if I failed. . .
Shove it up your ass. I don't care.
XD anyways I'm not going to bother writing review responses. I have hardly any reviews anyway so I'm just gonna skip that. No one reads these authoress' notes anyway, but I still loooove reviews anyway ^_^
ON TO THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I take pride the fact that you don't either.
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"Psst! Hey! Kagome!"
"zzzz. . .Huh?" Kagome blinked sleepily, yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Have a nice nap, Higurashi?"
Kagome yelped and looked up into the face of her teacher, who was staring at her disapprovingly. To her side, she heard Ayame sigh and Kouga smack his forehead; they had both undoubtedly tried to wake her up and failed in the process.
"Gomen, Kyoko-sensei. I didn't get very much sleep last night." It also didn't help that she had a very curious half-demon living in her house, poking all sorts of items and yelling in surprise when the reacted, causing him to almost destroy the toilet, microwave, oven, washing machine, and TV with his claws.
Kyoko shook her head and returned to the board, shutting off the slide projector that had generously provided the back of the room with plenty of darkness and began wiping clean the blackboard, coughing slightly on the white chalk dust that floated off its smooth black surface.
Kagome sighed and rubbed her face, where she now had notebook rings imprinted in her cheek. That boy was gonna pay. Oh, he was gonna pay. The bell rang and she slammed her notebook shut in irritation. She'd been woken up from a perfectly good nap, had notebook rings forced into her face, and now she'd missed a class worth's of notes.
"Good morning, Higurashi-san. Nice nap?" Kagome turned around at the mild-sounding voice and faced Miroku, who was gathering up his books and supplies and stuffing them messily into his backpack.
"Shut up," she grumbled, stuffing her pencil into its case and shoving it in with the rest of her stuff in her backpack.
"Just an innocent question," He said, smiling pleasantly.
"Anyway. . ." Kagome continued, eager to change the subject, "Where's Sango? Is she sick?"
"N—I mean, yes she is sick. She got a bad cold," Miroku replied hastily, attempting to cover up his mistake. He ducked under his desk to pretend to retrieve a fallen eraser and hide his face, which would have given him right away. 'Damn you Sango,' he through, lifting his head and promptly banging it on the underside of the desk 'I can't deal with this. . .'
"But it's only September, and it's still pretty warm," Kagome asked suspiciously.
"Eh. . ." 'God damnit she's fast. . .' he thought, thinking of ways to torture Sango when school got out. "She was working for awhile in the freezer of that supermarket," he said, smiling as innocently as he could.
"That supermarket?" Kagome asked, clearly still curious.
"Yeah. THAT supermarket."
"Oh, right, I understand," said Kagome, clearly not understanding.
"C'mon Kagome, hurry up," Ayame said impatiently. She grabbed her backpack and hurried out of the room with a wave of her hand.
Miroku slumped against the wall, sighing in relief, glad that Kagome had asked no more questions and left peacefully. Sango owned him big time. Sighing again, he looked at the clock. The bell rang.
"SHIT! I'm late!"
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Inuyasha wandered the Higurashi shrine grounds.
It was strange what fate planned out for people's lives; if someone had told him that he'd be pinned to a tree for 500 years, then woken up by some girl in an extremely short skirt and then go off to live with her, he'd have said they were bullshitting him.
Right now, if someone really had asked that, they'd be laughing their asses off in his face.
Inuyasha sighed and leaped into the nearest tree, a good fifteen feet from the ground.
His life was a total mess.
The first thing he knew was seeing a girl in an exceptionally short skirt that would not leave his mind; the next he was living in her house. He understood he was no longer in his time after three hours of panic and cussing. What was worse was he couldn't remember anything before seeing that girl, Kagome. The last thing he remembered was an arrow coming out of nowhere, but as soon as he began thinking about it his skull felt like it was going to crack in half.
So, having no place to go, he went with the girl to her home.
And her home was chock full of things that disturbed him.
The first time he poked one of the strange items, it had made a gigantic flushing noise that hurt his ears and made it feel like he'd attempted to cut them up with a pair of dull scissors. After that, he'd been told to stay away from all items that scared him—
--which was basically everything in the house.
It got even worse when Kagome introduced him to the rest of the household; hell, it wasn't bad; it was a nightmare.
*~F~L~A~S~H~B~A~C~K~*
Kagome crept into the house, letting the silver-haired dog demon shoot into the hall before her. She carefully closed the door behind her and shrugging her light jacket off before hanging it up on the wooden coat rack.
Inuyasha was already prowling the hallway, sniffing various items as he went, poking them with a questioning claw.
"Inuyasha, stop that!" she hissed, just as he poked a delicate crystal vase filled with beautiful silk roses over. "AHHHH!!" she screamed, diving and saving the vase just in time, before it hit the polished wooden floor. She sighed in relief, glad that the vase hadn't cracked from its fall down the chestnut table and reflecting mirror. It would be oh-so ironic if right now the half-demon knocked the reflecting mirror off the wall.
"Kagome-chan?" Her mother walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on an old white rag dishtowel and staring at her daughter with quirked eyebrows.
"Mom?" Kagome mentally killed the hanyou as many times possible in her head. She didn't even want to think what it looked like to the outside eye; her laying flat on her stomach, clutching a crystal vase in outstretched hands with silk roses falling out of the neck.
"Oh, Kagome! Aren't you supposed to be at Ayame's?"
"Yeah, but. . . you see. . . We had a fight. . ."
"Oh, Kagome. Are you alright? Come into the kitchen." Kagome carefully got up and set the delicate vase back on the table, rearranging the fallen roses before following her mother into the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Inuyasha drop down from the ceiling and eye the vase from the other side of the hall.
"Fine mom. Except. . ."
"Except. . .?"
"I'd like you to meet Inuyasha." At this she'd beckoned him forward and waited for the bombs to go off.
"Oooh, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend Kagome!" she squealed. She almost bowled her daughter over to reach him and was instantly mystified by his ears. "Are those real?" she asked curiously, tweaking the ears.
Inuyasha flinched at her touch and took a step back. "What the. . .?" he asked weakly. He looked at Kagome, who had expected yelling and god-knows-what, but certainly not this.
"Ooooh, I'm going to have grandchildren with cute little dog ears!" Kagome's mother squealed giddily. Kagome could almost see the wedding bells ringing off in her head.
"Mom, it's not like that!" She yelled, blushing furiously.
"Why does he have the ears, though?" Kagome's mom asked curiously.
"Well. . .You see. . .He's a half-dog demon."
"WHO SAID DEMON?"
Kagome's grandfather popped out of nowhere, carrying his latest brand of the latest, greatest, and fakest demon-warding scrolls out of nowhere that he would exhibit to the other gentlemen with his non-existent spiritual powers. Besides him, Souta popped out.
"AHH! A DEMON IN OUR SHRINE!" Grandpa yelled. "DEMON BEGONE!" he continued, plastering a scroll on Inuyasha's forehead.
Inuyasha stared cross-eyed at the scroll. "You call this a scroll?" he asked curiously, peeling the thin parchment off his face and shredding with a single swipe of a single claw. "Bullshit. In my time scrolls can dissolve a demon instantly."
"Your time?" Souta gawked at Inuyasha, impressed by the dog demon.
Kagome rubbed her temples; the entire ordeal was aspirin-sized. Two tablets, she reminded herself. If not more. "Yes, Inuyasha isn't from this time," she said slowly. "I found him in an enchanted sleep he's been in for 500 years. And he doesn't remember anything either."
"As if that's my fault bitch," he muttered under his breath.
"INUYASHA! Watch you language!" Kagome yelled reproachfully. "There's a little kid in the--"
"COOL!" Souta screamed from behind the now-crying Grandpa. He lunged at Inuyasha and hugged him around the waist. "Are you going to be my big brother? Moms can Inuyasha stay with us? Huh?"
Kagome was speechless, but her mom certainly wasn't. "Inuyasha, don't you have a home?" She asked.
"No," he said. "Both my parents died when I was six."
"Oh, you poor thing! Of course you can stay with us! You can share Kagome's room," she said, smiling in a way that Kagome didn't like one bit.
"Mom you. . ." she growled but never got to finish as her Grandpa ran out of the room crying hysterically and Souta grabbed Inuyasha's hand and pulled him off.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!" Kagome's mother laughed Tomoyo-style (A/N: cardcaptor sakura! wOOt) and scooted into the kitchen. She had many devious plans filling her devious mind, that she did. . .
Kagome growled to herself and stomped up to her room, leaving Inuyasha to suffer alone the hyperactive wrath of her younger bother.
*~E~N~D~F~L~A~S~H~B~A~C~K~*
Inuyasha sighed, leaning against the tree trunk. His thoughts drifted as he stared at the brightly lit sky through the green canopy above him. It was very peaceful. He would be completely happy for the first time in his life if. . .
. . .if he hadn't got this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he was forgetting something important. Something that had once been an important part of his life before.
Besides the fact he had no life.
Sighing in annoyance, he flicked a tree branch he'd broken off the tree at a bird to make it shut up. He hit the poor bird, making it screech in startled agony and take off. 'Stupid birds. . . Too damn cheerful all the time. . .' he thought, which only served to make his mood even worse.
But that still didn't change the subject, nor the facts.
He had no point of existing here; hell, he should have died long ago. He couldn't even remember where he used to be or where he used to go, or even what he used to do. There was nothing in life to just lounge around, picking off annoying feathered creatures that wouldn't shut the fuck up. It was obvious he had place in this world; that he was never destined to do anything at all. It was like there was a huge, gaping hole in the fabric of his life's timeline; the age after his mother died and he'd grown up to now was ripped out and most likely eaten by the pink flying monkeys from the fiery depths of hell.
Even worse, it was obvious he didn't have a place in this time either.
You would think it 500 years, the world would get better, and recognize people with half-animal like characteristics as a notch above the mindless beings that did tricks in a Zoo. But no, old habits died hard. 500 years ago, people disrespected him and his mother, calling them dirt and trash for no apparent reason. He'd been so naive then, and didn't understand why people were mean to him. But then, one day the villagers killed his mother, and the next morning a young Inuyasha woke up in a pile of ashes with blood on his claws and no memory of where his mother went or where'd the village gone.
At least in that time, if people disrespected him, he could have killed them. In that time, he was spat on but feared at the same time.
It was all about THAT time.
In THIS time, he couldn't go anywhere with the human eye. It just went to show that even with a girl that was kind enough to share her home with him could, at the same time, be a royal hell-bitch that didn't want to bother explaining why he had a certain fucking pair of white ears attached to his fucking skull, or long silver hair and golden eyes, or fangs and fucking elongated nails.
(A/N: I wrote about Inuyasha's childhood in another one-shot, called Aftermath, about Inuyasha's reactions in the aftermath of his mother's death, but I took it off the site due to no reviews, hoping that I can edit it. It's stuck in my archives for now, but I'll eventually pull it out and repost it.)
Ready to scream his god damn brains out, Inuyasha leaped to his feet and swiped his claws into the nearest object they could come into contact with. . .
Just then, Fate woke up at her desk and realized she wasn't making Inuyasha's life a total hell bitch. So she got back to work.
So, Inuyasha sliced through the nearest tree branch he could reach. . .
. . .Which happened to be the tree branch he was standing on.
Cussing to make a sailor blush, Inuyasha picked himself up from the tangle of tree branches that had saved him from what would have been one nasty smack down.
"Does Fate have nothing better to do then make me life a fucking pain in the ass?" he grumbled as he scaled the tree once more and leaped off deep into the forest.
It would have been so, so ironic if he found out he hit the nail on the head.
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Sango sipped her soda thoughtfully, tapping away on her laptop quickly. Words sped across the formerly blank white document, looking like a rapidly growing black worm wiggling across the page.
With a sigh, she saved the document and shut her laptop down, snapping down the top and inserting it into her black bag. She looked around the café, slapped down her bill on the iron table and hurried out of their. She rushed down a alley, and as soon as she was out of sight disappeared in a flash of light.
She reappeared at the Higurashi shrine. Pulling out a pair of dark glasses, she set them on her face to help conceal her identity. She walked across the courtyard, stepping through a couple yards of forest growth before reaching the goshinboku, the god tree, where Kagome had found Inuyasha. Kagome didn't know that it was the same God Tree; she must have had a really bad sense of direction to not notice that the school was on the other side of the shrine; or that the field and forest she'd gone through was the exact same on next to her shrine.
Sango knelt next to the ancient tree's roots, a sad smile taking place over her features. She placed her hands together in prayer to the old tree, closing her eyes and bowing her head. Please protect them, my Mistress, protect them so that this world will live to see the next future. Give him the ability to protect her; give the other two the ability to praise their Mistress and help her when the time is right. A wind whistled through the trees, rustling their emerald beauty as if in affirmative to her prayer.
"Who are you?"
The rough voice startled her out her prayer, and she quickly slipped her glasses back on before turning to see the intruder. Inuyasha stood behind her in a defensive stance, a low growl rumbling from his throat.
"I'm sorry," she said smoothly, her voice gliding over the silence of the deep forest. "I was visiting here." She didn't understand how she hadn't foreseen him coming. "I will leave now," she said, smiling pleasantly.
"Oh no you. . . don't. . .?" Inuyasha had lunged forward, claws now stuck into the bark of the old tree, the sharp dagger-like nails digging into the heartwood. The weird bitch was gone; all that was left was her scent wafting around the goshinboku and a trail through the underbrush.
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Horror of horrors, more mysterious-ness. When will it ever end?
Dunno, even though I'm writing this fic.
I don't have anything else to say, accept this might have been the most in-depth chapter of a new story I've ever written; considering it's the second chapter of the second Inuyasha fic I've written.
I'm gonna go eat some of my Halloween candy.
Can anyone say Jackpot?
Falcon