Chapter Two
As my best friend, my crush, and I huddled around the man of my dreams, Miroku, I took into my mind what we must look like. I mean, there are a punk, two odd balls, and a tall, dark, and handsome pervert wearing a purple and black robe walking down Coit road. I was too scared. What if Lisa found out? We had decided to meet at Dylan's house because Lisa was at my house and Sam's dad would get back at three. So we had a while to walk.
I was very; very curious as to why Dylan had so easily agreed to come with us. Was it the fact that he was too bewildered to say no? Or did he know who Miroku was? The funny thing was, Dylan had used to be my Miroku. I would refer to him as such when talking to my friends and imagined he liked me like I liked him but neither had the courage to tell the other. But now I knew I could go visit the real Miroku and my former self whenever I wanted. Therefore, the nickname ceased and desisted faster than cotton candy in the mouth of a two year old.
"How much further is it to your house, Dylan?" Sam asked as a car zoomed by.
"Not too far. It's about four blocks away from my house." I answered. Little did Dylan know I had been to his house on many, many occasions, but never inside the house. I guess you could call me a stalker, but I didn't have a single picture of Dylan, which was a key step into Stalkerdom.
Twenty minutes later, Dylan unlocked his front door and let us all in. His house smelled of smoke. Probably something that was smoked, I guessed. But then again, maybe not...
"Dad?" Dylan called.
No answer.
"Uh oh." Dylan ran into the kitchen and the three of us followed slowly. We heard it before we saw it.
"Damn it, he's dead again." Dylan shouted as we entered the kitchen.
"Oh my god. He's dead!?" I was seriously freaking out now.
Sam took it a bit less calmly and screamed. Dylan turned around and threw his hand over her mouth. "Shut up! No, he is just so stoned that he passed out" Dylan hissed, "If he wakes up and we are in the room, we are all dead. Do you understand?"
Sam nodded, a not-so-small blush creeping onto her face. I envied her in an odd way. Why couldn't I have been the one to scream? Then his hand would have flown over my mouth. Ah...
I was jolted out of my daydream when Sam nudged my shoulder. Dylan and Miroku were already out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs.
Sam and I followed him into his room(!), which was, naturally, painted black. How did I know? I am just a genius. We four sat on the bed and the eighth graders looked to Miroku expectantly.
"Oh, I suppose you are waiting for me to tell you the horrible news, am I correct?"
We all nodded. Dylan rolled his eyes. I almost rolled my eyes too, even though there was no reason to roll my eyes. I didn't.
"Well, I'll start at the beginning. Gabby," he looked to me. "You now know there is a portal into my time in your house now, don't you?"
"Well, I figured you didn't literally come out of the TV..."
"Good. Four and a half years ago, before your house was even built, there was a field. And on that field, was a set of five trees. The trees formed a circle and the branches grew so that they knotted. Those five trees started growing back in my time, and you could say they are just as old as The God Tree [correct me if I am wrong, that's the name of the tree in Kagome's time, right?]. When I was but a child, and Naraku was yet to become more than Onigumo, another demon existed, but not in Japan. He lived in America, and ruled over this part of, what did you call this state- Texas?" I nodded. "He ruled over this part of Texas. He lived all over, but his favorite place to stay was in the field, inside the protection of those five trees.
"One day, a very powerful miko, or Indian as you commonly call them, stumbled upon the demon's lair. She snuck back to her tribe and told them about the demon problem. The tribe attacked the demon the next morning and killed it. But not without suffering.
"The Miko was at the front, bow and arrow in hand, leading the tribe to the demon. She, by far, fought the hardest, even though she was the only woman. She flew arrows at the demon left and right, up and down, but the demon did not want to fall. She had one arrow left, and almost half her tribe was gone. The demon had a smirk on his face and he advanced upon her, grabbing her around the waist with one of his large, bony, scaly hands. She fired her last arrow straight through his left eye, just as the demon reached to tear her in half. Sadly though, the loss of one eye does not make a demon blind. He ripped the miko in half.
"Many days later, the Indian tribe buried the remains of their beloved miko in the circle of trees. With her, they buried all her medicines and herbs. They didn't know it, but the way they buried the herbs and medicines triggered a chemical and magical reaction, thus creating a time warp. Your house was built upon her grave, and your television is a gateway into feudal Japan." Miroku looked at me as if this was a bad thing, as if I was going to hate him for saying it. As if I didn't like this part of my fate.
"You are trying to tell me that Gabby's TV is sitting on an ancient Miko's grave?" Sam muttered, more to herself than to anyone in particular.
"That I am," Miroku paused, "That I am."
[AN: Thanks for all the feedback I'm getting! Its not much, but every review is like, a jumpstart to make me write more. Sorry this chapter took so long. I had it finished, I just couldn't find the time to proof read it and put it on floppy to send downstairs. Also, I had to change Ray's name to Dylan, incase any of my friends from the real world read this and get the wrong idea. Ya no? I updated the first chapter with the name change, as well. Bye ya'll! And make sure to tell me what you think!]
As my best friend, my crush, and I huddled around the man of my dreams, Miroku, I took into my mind what we must look like. I mean, there are a punk, two odd balls, and a tall, dark, and handsome pervert wearing a purple and black robe walking down Coit road. I was too scared. What if Lisa found out? We had decided to meet at Dylan's house because Lisa was at my house and Sam's dad would get back at three. So we had a while to walk.
I was very; very curious as to why Dylan had so easily agreed to come with us. Was it the fact that he was too bewildered to say no? Or did he know who Miroku was? The funny thing was, Dylan had used to be my Miroku. I would refer to him as such when talking to my friends and imagined he liked me like I liked him but neither had the courage to tell the other. But now I knew I could go visit the real Miroku and my former self whenever I wanted. Therefore, the nickname ceased and desisted faster than cotton candy in the mouth of a two year old.
"How much further is it to your house, Dylan?" Sam asked as a car zoomed by.
"Not too far. It's about four blocks away from my house." I answered. Little did Dylan know I had been to his house on many, many occasions, but never inside the house. I guess you could call me a stalker, but I didn't have a single picture of Dylan, which was a key step into Stalkerdom.
Twenty minutes later, Dylan unlocked his front door and let us all in. His house smelled of smoke. Probably something that was smoked, I guessed. But then again, maybe not...
"Dad?" Dylan called.
No answer.
"Uh oh." Dylan ran into the kitchen and the three of us followed slowly. We heard it before we saw it.
"Damn it, he's dead again." Dylan shouted as we entered the kitchen.
"Oh my god. He's dead!?" I was seriously freaking out now.
Sam took it a bit less calmly and screamed. Dylan turned around and threw his hand over her mouth. "Shut up! No, he is just so stoned that he passed out" Dylan hissed, "If he wakes up and we are in the room, we are all dead. Do you understand?"
Sam nodded, a not-so-small blush creeping onto her face. I envied her in an odd way. Why couldn't I have been the one to scream? Then his hand would have flown over my mouth. Ah...
I was jolted out of my daydream when Sam nudged my shoulder. Dylan and Miroku were already out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs.
Sam and I followed him into his room(!), which was, naturally, painted black. How did I know? I am just a genius. We four sat on the bed and the eighth graders looked to Miroku expectantly.
"Oh, I suppose you are waiting for me to tell you the horrible news, am I correct?"
We all nodded. Dylan rolled his eyes. I almost rolled my eyes too, even though there was no reason to roll my eyes. I didn't.
"Well, I'll start at the beginning. Gabby," he looked to me. "You now know there is a portal into my time in your house now, don't you?"
"Well, I figured you didn't literally come out of the TV..."
"Good. Four and a half years ago, before your house was even built, there was a field. And on that field, was a set of five trees. The trees formed a circle and the branches grew so that they knotted. Those five trees started growing back in my time, and you could say they are just as old as The God Tree [correct me if I am wrong, that's the name of the tree in Kagome's time, right?]. When I was but a child, and Naraku was yet to become more than Onigumo, another demon existed, but not in Japan. He lived in America, and ruled over this part of, what did you call this state- Texas?" I nodded. "He ruled over this part of Texas. He lived all over, but his favorite place to stay was in the field, inside the protection of those five trees.
"One day, a very powerful miko, or Indian as you commonly call them, stumbled upon the demon's lair. She snuck back to her tribe and told them about the demon problem. The tribe attacked the demon the next morning and killed it. But not without suffering.
"The Miko was at the front, bow and arrow in hand, leading the tribe to the demon. She, by far, fought the hardest, even though she was the only woman. She flew arrows at the demon left and right, up and down, but the demon did not want to fall. She had one arrow left, and almost half her tribe was gone. The demon had a smirk on his face and he advanced upon her, grabbing her around the waist with one of his large, bony, scaly hands. She fired her last arrow straight through his left eye, just as the demon reached to tear her in half. Sadly though, the loss of one eye does not make a demon blind. He ripped the miko in half.
"Many days later, the Indian tribe buried the remains of their beloved miko in the circle of trees. With her, they buried all her medicines and herbs. They didn't know it, but the way they buried the herbs and medicines triggered a chemical and magical reaction, thus creating a time warp. Your house was built upon her grave, and your television is a gateway into feudal Japan." Miroku looked at me as if this was a bad thing, as if I was going to hate him for saying it. As if I didn't like this part of my fate.
"You are trying to tell me that Gabby's TV is sitting on an ancient Miko's grave?" Sam muttered, more to herself than to anyone in particular.
"That I am," Miroku paused, "That I am."
[AN: Thanks for all the feedback I'm getting! Its not much, but every review is like, a jumpstart to make me write more. Sorry this chapter took so long. I had it finished, I just couldn't find the time to proof read it and put it on floppy to send downstairs. Also, I had to change Ray's name to Dylan, incase any of my friends from the real world read this and get the wrong idea. Ya no? I updated the first chapter with the name change, as well. Bye ya'll! And make sure to tell me what you think!]
