Phoxy- Wow...last chapter was kind of a downer, ne? Well...it gets kinda
better...depends on your definition really...
AN: It came to my attention that I had a bunch of problems in this chapter, so I went back threw it and fixed the ones I spotted. Thank you psychotic. ^___^o Though I really didn't like the comment about me needing to ask a more experienced ff writer....but I wont go into that at the moment. **cough, cough** Thanks anyway though ^___^ If anyone spots any more problems in this please let me know. I'd like to hear them so I can correct them A.S.A. P. ^___^
Important!!!:: I did add to the end of this and changed things threw it!! Please read if you haven't already!
Disclaimer- no own it...except this idea...I think....
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Infinity 'Who am I'
"That..." breathed a tired monk, "is the last...time I ever...run an errand for her again" he continued to complain to the air as he trudged along a curvy mountain path at the base of some hill in which he had to walk all the way around.
It was a long walk, and that was giving him plenty of time to voice his opinion to the trees around him.
"Nothing! Not a single...blasted thing along...the stupid cliffs." He kicked a rock along the path trying to vent his anger before he returned to the house.
Trying...but failing.
"I swear she...was just trying to...get me out of the...house..." Miroku feigned a girly voice "'Oh Miroku, there was a huge big black bear by the bridge that crosses the vast canyon. Would you go and check it out for me?' "
He picked up a stick and threw it off a ways ahead of him still scowling after it as if fell like it was the twigs fault.
"Bear by the bridge my naturally white-" Miroku stopped grumbling as his gaze fell on to a pile of dirt and rocks covered by a not so gracefully placed body.
He stood there looking at the sight before him dumbly, and then the little old neglected dusty light-bulb clicked on in his head. "Oh no..."
Miroku rushed over to the girls body and knelt down by her side, "Hey! Are you alright."
Obviously not, but he might as well ask in the case of the chance that she was conscious enough to smack him. When the girl didn't move or answer he turned her over lightly so her head lolled onto his fore-arm. "Kikyou? What is she doing out here?"
He figured he already knew that answer to that not so hard question. Inuyasha must have pissed her off again, though last he knew the dog-half was keeping to the attic, but, knowing him he probably found the perfect opportunity to piss her off and send her on a rage-filled walk.
Stupid dog.
Without taking a second glance at the girls face Miroku picked up the unconscious 'Kikyou's' body bridal style in his arms to take her back to the twisted old creaky house, which, in his opinion, should have fallen and crashed to the ground many, many years ago.
Wow. He really holds his home in high respect doesn't he.
**~~...~~**
A door from somewhere down stairs closed with a 'kreeeeclunk'.
Inuyasha's ear flicked lightly atop his head of silver-grey hair as Kikyou left the house with a rather loud, slow, creaking door shutting soon behind her. This also meant that she was leaving him in the potentially condemned house alone, with once again, nothing to do.
The dog-half sighed to himself now sitting in a still silence and opened his eyes. The light from the window shone in on his face making him blink his eyelids rapidly before deciding it best to just keep them shut to shield his eyes from the sun's bitter and mocking rays.
The closing of the door down on the first floor had awoken him from his dreamless sleep. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but whether it was or not he was awake now.
"Gotta teach that twit to keep quite," Inuyasha mumbled tiredly to the glass of the window at his right. Surprisingly it didn't respond to his comment. Though, he wasn't completely sure if he wasn't expecting it to or not.
Inuyasha looked out the window with squinted sleep filled eyes, once more attempting to adjust them to the light of the blinding setting sun, and watched Kikyou enter the garden just off to the left of the house.
You could always tell it was the garden because everything around the squared off patch of ground was alive and in full bloom when everything inside of the fenced-off square of the so called garden was dead and barren.
What a lovely site Kikyou had made herself, after putting a lot of devotion and so much time into a load of nothing.
The sad thing was that she really did work her heart out in that garden, but the results were, as said before, horribly the opposite of what should have been.
The exact definition of irony, and yet an even better example of it.
Inuyasha sighed once again of boredom and got up from his window view, trotting off, heading for the door.
'BANG'
"Owwww" Inuyasha howled as he ran head-first into the hard oak door, obviously completely forgetting to open it before hand.
"Great, now the house is mocking me." He grumbled as he swung the door open, slamming against the wall to the right of him.
Inuyasha figured that since Kikyou was out he might as well get something to eat, he might not want to go down later if she came back into the house.
He trudged down the squeaky stairs not even attempting to keep the noise down. Not worth your time when your stomach is roaring at you...at least that's what he told himself.
He walked down the rickety hallway until he reached the kitchen. He trudged over to the refrigerator and, crossing his fingers, opened the door.
"Just great..." he grumbled to no one at all. All the shelves in the fridge were empty. Why would Kikyou even get a stupid fridge in the first place if she wasn't going to keep food in it. "So much for keeping up with the times then."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he grabbed the first thing that seemed semi- appetizing and headed back up to the room crunching down on potato chips.
"Stale potato-chips.... yummy..." Sarcasm drowned his words as he reached his attic and shut the door behind him, once more closing out the world as best he would ever be able to.
He sat down at a table which he had moved over to the farthest corner away from the window and sat the bag of chips next to a rather old looking bind of paper. Inuyasha opened the book to a new blank page, past a mess of written on ones and just a little over halfway threw it. Inuyasha reached for a pen, a pen which he had so graciously stole from Kikyou.
Did she know he took it? He couldn't care less if she did. It wasn't like she was using it for anything anyway, and if she was she could always go out and get a new one. He couldn't on the other hand so all is fair, right?
He began jotting down in the book like he'd done for so many years before. He wrote what ever came to his mind, and half the time he wasn't even sure what he was talking about. It was just first-thought babble. Inuyasha had forty-seven thick books of this.
For what reason?
No idea what so ever. He only did it to pass the time, which he had a lot of to pass. Inuyasha began to write, 'Stupid, stubborn, sinister, sly, sadistic, strange, sick, stingy, smelly, skunk, swarthy, scabby, scrawny, sychopath...' His pen paused as he thought out loud, "Does psychopath start with an 's'?"
When the air didn't answer him he shrugged and continued scribbling down words that begin with 's'. Why he was doing this, he had no idea, but he had great inspiration...Kikyou.
'snotty, stalker, stinky, stuck up, sneaky, self-indulged...'
A wonder how wide spread your vocabulary becomes when you live this long...
'scornful, scolding, scaly, scalping, scabby, sleazy'
Then again, when you lived such a sheltered eternity..."Shit...I'm already running out of words." Inuyasha tapped the end of his pen on the side of the old dusty table, and decided to start on 'r's.
'rangy, raggedy, ruff, rankled, rankly, raunchy ravenous, ravish ,raucous, rattled'
'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk' The door down stairs had been, once more, opened and shut again. It was a bit sooner than Inuyasha had thought, usually Kikyou stayed in the garden for at least two hours.
How long had it been? Forty-five minutes? Not even that.
Inuyasha just let it go, she probably got scared by a worm or something. That was highly unlikely. The woman wasn't scared of five inch spiders, let alone worms, but better to not wonder about it. What did he care...
'rancid, rampaging, rag tagged, rong...'
Did wrong start with an 'r'?
**~~...~~**
'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk'
Miroku slowly shut the door behind him as he stepped into the house. He had been trying to keep the door from creaking, but had only managed to make it worse.
Go figure.
It wasn't helping matters that he was carrying a girl in his arms. After walking a while with the girl he had noticed that this wasn't Kikyou he had found. There were slight differences that could were noticeable. For one Kikyou didn't have a birthmark on her right hand in the lopsided shape of a heart.
Her raven black hair was also a bit shorter as well, and even though she looked pale, there was no way she was as pale as Kikyou was and always has been.
How observant of him.
Miroku took her to a spare bedroom in the house. It was the only real decent spare bedroom that was suitable for a guest. The room had originally been Inuyasha's. Up until seven years ago he had stayed in it for hours on end, and then, for some odd doggy-dog reason he just decided to move to the attic.
Why?
Miroku had not a clue, and figured it better to not ask the temperamental dog-half. But right now he just had to get this girl into a warm bed. He set her down in the bed gently and drew the blankets up over her. There was a rather nasty looking bump on her forehead which also had trails of dried blood spreading away from a messy scabbed over gash.
Miroku left the room and came back minutes later with a bowl of warm water and clean rag. He dressed her wounded forehead and bandaged it.
He was about to lean over her and do a full body scan...just to make sure there weren't any other wounds, but he heard another someone coming into the house and stepped away from the bed's side.
The last thing he needed was someone finding him and telling him off for bringing another strange girl home, he was still being scolded for bringing Sango. Though, he knew that this new girl was going to get him scolded again.
Miroku left the room, shutting the door behind him quietly. It was probably the only door in the house that would close with out making any loud creaking fusses. Miroku made his way to the front door to great who ever just walked in. Go figure it had to be the one person he really didn't want to see.
"Miroku?" The girl said in surprise, "You're back so soon?"
"Don't sound so down about it. There was no bear at all. Not a single track or sign that there ever was one." The monk struggled to keep his cool, and he managed rather well besides the pressing fact that this girl had just sent him on a wild goose chase when he should have been working on the house.
"Well that's odd." The girl said as she flipped a bit of her black hair off of her shoulders, not meeting his piercing gaze.
"Sango, Sango. If you wanted me out of the house, you should have at least let me finish the floor-boards on the third floor." Miroku tutted.
"But I really did see a bear by the bridge! Honestly." The girl now identified as Sango protested a bit flustered.
Miroku didn't seem to notice her tone though as he sauntered past her and feigned a rather convincing sigh as he walked out the door and shut it with yet another long 'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk'
Sango stood there a few moments and then cursed herself that she hadn't sent him farther away. It would have given her a bit more spare time to sit around and do absolutely nothing in comforting solitude, but alas, he was back after only four days.
She half wished that he had been attacked by a bear and disappeared for many, many, many months, but someone up there didn't seem to think he deserved that just yet.
Sango sighed to herself and went to her room and locked the door behind her. With Miroku back she had to, other wise he could surprise her, and yelling really isn't something you want to be doing in the middle of the night.
It was quiet as she drifted off to sleep. It wasn't this quiet seven years ago, she remembered when Inuyasha had his room right next to hers. He would be bumping around moving furniture and other objects at one in the morning, maybe it was best he was now cooped up in the attic...
...even if it might not be good for his mental health.
**~~...~~**
Kagome stretched out as she sat up holding her head. "What a headache..." She complained out loud to the sandman, who she figured wasn't really there. She blinked her eyes around the room she found herself in.
It was dark, and she could just make out the dim outline of where she was, but where she was she had no idea. She knew she should have been somewhere else entirely...
But she seemed to have forgotten that as well.
Her head pounded heavily against her skull, as if her brain was jumping around attempting to get out of the think bone imprisonment. She put her hand to her face and felt a bandage plastered to her forehead.
"What the..." Well that hadn't been there before, had it? Kagome crawled out of the bed and waddled towards the door, she figured it was late at night. All things considered everyone in the house would be asleep so she could at least find out where on earth she was, but even after opening the door and peeking around the hall she couldn't even remember seeing it before.
Maybe she had sleep-walked all the way into a strange house and fell asleep on the first bed she had found...kind of like Goldie-locks...only she had been shooed away by bears, and she had been awake, that didn't seem like such a likely scenario anymore after that thought.
Kagome edged her way out to what looked to be the main room in the house. By what she could see she was in an old rather small mansion. There were many doors leading to side rooms, probably much like hers had been.
The main room was a slightly large entry hall. That lead to four different cut off halls, and one door she guessed lead to the outside. The thought about leaving the house had crossed her mind, but she was more hungry than bold at the moment and decided to find the kitchen instead, even if it might take her a few hours to do so.
The floor boards creaked with ever step she took as she searched the dim lit rooms praying to find some trace of a kitchen set up in one of them.
She found herself wondering if the people who lived here could put up signs, like in a hospital, or at an amusement park. There could be some at the corners and they could read something along the lines 'Kitchen' and then have an arrow pointing down the right hall.
Though she highly doubted they would need the signs since who ever they were lived here, and then her tired, pounding brain was struck with another idea. Then again, what if no one lived here and someone had dropped her off in this house planning to hunt her down in this mess of a tangled maze to kill her off like some wild animal?
Oh great, now she was scaring herself.
Kagome wondered around for a long while exploring the house. After the first half-hour she had given up on finding the kitchens figuring she would stumble across them eventually if she kept looking, and as long as she didn't start going in circles, though she figured she already was. It was too dark to tell really.
She had attempted to open may of the doors, but had found that most of them were locked, another thing that brought her back to her 'Someone's hunting me down' theory.
He head still was pounding in agony. It was starting to affect her vision as well, though that might be the fatigue that was heavily pressing down on her.
"What are you doing up?" Came an irritated boyish voice from behind her. Kagome spun around and saw a silver-haired boy standing at the exit of one of the stair wells she hadn't yet explored.
"Uhh..." She managed intelligently.
"You're not usually up this late, I told you to lay off the all night partying with the monk."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She said with a yawn added on the end.
"You've been keeping me awake for the past hour with your heavy stomping around. What the hell are you doing anyway?" This boy was starting to sound even more irritated than before.
"Sorry for keeping you up. I was actually just exploring the house and-"
"Exploring the house?" The boy raised a brow at Kagome like she was insane or something, "You've lived here for how many years now and you have to explore it?"
"Huh?" She asked a bit bluntly.
"Crazy Kikyou still isn't use to her creaky house..." The boy mumbled under his breath.
"I think...You're confused." Kagome said hesitantly.
"You're the one who's up at ungodly hours of the night sneaking around the house like you were a lost child in the woods." He snapped back. His long silver hair confused Kagome a bit more. No one had their hair that long now a days did they? Maybe he was dropped on his head when he was a child...from the top of the stairs.
"Oh...my god..." she breathed as her eyes caught sight of his ears, it was so dark she hadn't noticed them at first, but she was sure that they were...but no that can't be right. Were they dog ears?
"What now?" the boy asked really starting to get annoyed with 'Kikyou's' sudden case of blonde-idus. Before he could react 'Kagome had rushed over to him and was lightly touching his ears. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"They're real?" She squeaked as she tugged on them, waiting for them to come off like the fake ones she had used for Halloween last year, but they didn't.
"What the hell is your malfunction?" He asked irritated, and he pushed her away a few feet. "Of coarse they're real you idiot."
Kagome just blinked at him like she had no idea what so ever. Which she really hadn't now had she.
"Stop being such a dits Kikyou."
"Who?"
The boy just blinked at her like she was a complete moron. "That's your name. Did you hit your head in the garden or something?"
"That is not my name." She protested, "And I hate gardens"
The boy leaned against the wall casually and crossed his arms, "Oh really. If that isn't your name then who are you?"
"My name is....my name is...", Kagome strained to remember, but for some odd reason she just couldn't.
"Well?" The boy asked dully obviously oblivious to her current situation.
"I...I can't remember..." She said bewildered at the fact. She knew what two plus two was, and she knew she hated math as well. She knew she was six- teen. She knew she was lost in a stupid old house, but she didn't know who she was per-say.
"You really did hit your head in the garden didn't you..." The boy said in the same monotone voice as before.
Kagome reached her had up to the bandage on her forehead, "Look I don't know my name, but I know I'm not who ever this Kikyou is."
"And how is that?" He asked shooting a 'what-are-you-on' look.
"I...don't know but I'm not her." The girl protested.
"Don't be stupid."
"In fact...who are you?" She asked just now realizing she had no idea who she was talking to.
"Inuyasha, the one you managed to curse to annoy you for the rest of eternity," He said bluntly with a roll of the eyes.
"Umm...ok. Great, now I know who you are, but who the hell am I?"
"You're Kikyou." Inuyasha said still sticking with his previous argument.
"I am not!" Kagome said furiously waving her arms out in frustration.
Inuyasha watched her once more like she was insanely stupid and caught sight of something he hadn't noticed before, "What did you do to your hand?"
"Huh?" Asked the slightly shaken girl. She looked at her hands and saw a light red almost pink scar, "Umm...I think it is a fading birthmark." She wasn't quite sure what it was.
"You never had that before." Inuyasha said unfolding his arms and half glaring at her.
What did she do now?
"I've never met you before...at least, I don't think I have." She said trying to remember if she had ever seen a dog-eared boy before. Nope, that would be something she was sure she would have remembered.
"You're not Kikyou." The dog-half said still looking at the girl.
She just rolled her eyes, "Now he gets it..."
"So who the hell are you?" Inuyasha asked. He was now confused a bit more than he would admit, and that means it was a bit more than he wanted to be.
"I don't know. Kag...Kago-something." Kagome rubbed her temples trying to think clearly.
"Kago?" Inuyasha asked looking at her smirking, "That's a weird name, guess it suits you then."
Kagome raised a brow of her own, "And what does that mean?"
"That you're weird."
"That's not any way to treat someone you just met!" Kagome said as she folded her arms.
"It is if that someone is a trespasser in my house." Inuyasha shot back. This wasn't what he wanted to be doing at this time of night.
Kagome turned and headed back down the hall she only hoped was the one that had the room she woke up in along it. "Where are you going?" The boy, labled as Inuyasha called after her.
"To bed." She answered back with out stopping.
"Not in my house you're not." He called back to her.
Kagome stopped and turned to face the dog-boy again, "Oh come on. Your just going to kick me out in the middle of the night? Knowing fair well I have no idea where I am."
"Yes." Inuyasha answered bluntly.
"You really have no courtesy do you?"
"Probably not." He said back with a shrug.
"I figured as much." Kagome said as she turned and took off down the hall again at top speed and dived into the first open door she saw. She knew she had left it open, and was happy to find she was back in the original room. She shut the door and locked it behind her.
She heard Inuyasha jiggle the door handle before knocking a bit louder on the door than what was really necessary. "Open this door!"
Wow, he sounded mad, "No way! I'll see you in the morning. Then you may kick me out!"
She heard a huffed growl from outside the door and then creaky stomping feet storm away from the room. Well, looks like she won that battle. Kagome lay back in the bed and closed her eyes. Her stomach growled as she lay there, reminding her that she never did find the kitchens. Kagome groaned as she rolled over onto her side, and closed her eyes. She was too tired to care about that right now. On top of that she didn't know where she was, she didn't know who she was, and she was talking with an arrogant pin-head, all of this on top of a pounding head-ache...
Lucky, lucky her...
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Phoxy- Wow...that was longer than I had planned. ^___^
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AN: It came to my attention that I had a bunch of problems in this chapter, so I went back threw it and fixed the ones I spotted. Thank you psychotic. ^___^o Though I really didn't like the comment about me needing to ask a more experienced ff writer....but I wont go into that at the moment. **cough, cough** Thanks anyway though ^___^ If anyone spots any more problems in this please let me know. I'd like to hear them so I can correct them A.S.A. P. ^___^
Important!!!:: I did add to the end of this and changed things threw it!! Please read if you haven't already!
Disclaimer- no own it...except this idea...I think....
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Infinity 'Who am I'
"That..." breathed a tired monk, "is the last...time I ever...run an errand for her again" he continued to complain to the air as he trudged along a curvy mountain path at the base of some hill in which he had to walk all the way around.
It was a long walk, and that was giving him plenty of time to voice his opinion to the trees around him.
"Nothing! Not a single...blasted thing along...the stupid cliffs." He kicked a rock along the path trying to vent his anger before he returned to the house.
Trying...but failing.
"I swear she...was just trying to...get me out of the...house..." Miroku feigned a girly voice "'Oh Miroku, there was a huge big black bear by the bridge that crosses the vast canyon. Would you go and check it out for me?' "
He picked up a stick and threw it off a ways ahead of him still scowling after it as if fell like it was the twigs fault.
"Bear by the bridge my naturally white-" Miroku stopped grumbling as his gaze fell on to a pile of dirt and rocks covered by a not so gracefully placed body.
He stood there looking at the sight before him dumbly, and then the little old neglected dusty light-bulb clicked on in his head. "Oh no..."
Miroku rushed over to the girls body and knelt down by her side, "Hey! Are you alright."
Obviously not, but he might as well ask in the case of the chance that she was conscious enough to smack him. When the girl didn't move or answer he turned her over lightly so her head lolled onto his fore-arm. "Kikyou? What is she doing out here?"
He figured he already knew that answer to that not so hard question. Inuyasha must have pissed her off again, though last he knew the dog-half was keeping to the attic, but, knowing him he probably found the perfect opportunity to piss her off and send her on a rage-filled walk.
Stupid dog.
Without taking a second glance at the girls face Miroku picked up the unconscious 'Kikyou's' body bridal style in his arms to take her back to the twisted old creaky house, which, in his opinion, should have fallen and crashed to the ground many, many years ago.
Wow. He really holds his home in high respect doesn't he.
**~~...~~**
A door from somewhere down stairs closed with a 'kreeeeclunk'.
Inuyasha's ear flicked lightly atop his head of silver-grey hair as Kikyou left the house with a rather loud, slow, creaking door shutting soon behind her. This also meant that she was leaving him in the potentially condemned house alone, with once again, nothing to do.
The dog-half sighed to himself now sitting in a still silence and opened his eyes. The light from the window shone in on his face making him blink his eyelids rapidly before deciding it best to just keep them shut to shield his eyes from the sun's bitter and mocking rays.
The closing of the door down on the first floor had awoken him from his dreamless sleep. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but whether it was or not he was awake now.
"Gotta teach that twit to keep quite," Inuyasha mumbled tiredly to the glass of the window at his right. Surprisingly it didn't respond to his comment. Though, he wasn't completely sure if he wasn't expecting it to or not.
Inuyasha looked out the window with squinted sleep filled eyes, once more attempting to adjust them to the light of the blinding setting sun, and watched Kikyou enter the garden just off to the left of the house.
You could always tell it was the garden because everything around the squared off patch of ground was alive and in full bloom when everything inside of the fenced-off square of the so called garden was dead and barren.
What a lovely site Kikyou had made herself, after putting a lot of devotion and so much time into a load of nothing.
The sad thing was that she really did work her heart out in that garden, but the results were, as said before, horribly the opposite of what should have been.
The exact definition of irony, and yet an even better example of it.
Inuyasha sighed once again of boredom and got up from his window view, trotting off, heading for the door.
'BANG'
"Owwww" Inuyasha howled as he ran head-first into the hard oak door, obviously completely forgetting to open it before hand.
"Great, now the house is mocking me." He grumbled as he swung the door open, slamming against the wall to the right of him.
Inuyasha figured that since Kikyou was out he might as well get something to eat, he might not want to go down later if she came back into the house.
He trudged down the squeaky stairs not even attempting to keep the noise down. Not worth your time when your stomach is roaring at you...at least that's what he told himself.
He walked down the rickety hallway until he reached the kitchen. He trudged over to the refrigerator and, crossing his fingers, opened the door.
"Just great..." he grumbled to no one at all. All the shelves in the fridge were empty. Why would Kikyou even get a stupid fridge in the first place if she wasn't going to keep food in it. "So much for keeping up with the times then."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he grabbed the first thing that seemed semi- appetizing and headed back up to the room crunching down on potato chips.
"Stale potato-chips.... yummy..." Sarcasm drowned his words as he reached his attic and shut the door behind him, once more closing out the world as best he would ever be able to.
He sat down at a table which he had moved over to the farthest corner away from the window and sat the bag of chips next to a rather old looking bind of paper. Inuyasha opened the book to a new blank page, past a mess of written on ones and just a little over halfway threw it. Inuyasha reached for a pen, a pen which he had so graciously stole from Kikyou.
Did she know he took it? He couldn't care less if she did. It wasn't like she was using it for anything anyway, and if she was she could always go out and get a new one. He couldn't on the other hand so all is fair, right?
He began jotting down in the book like he'd done for so many years before. He wrote what ever came to his mind, and half the time he wasn't even sure what he was talking about. It was just first-thought babble. Inuyasha had forty-seven thick books of this.
For what reason?
No idea what so ever. He only did it to pass the time, which he had a lot of to pass. Inuyasha began to write, 'Stupid, stubborn, sinister, sly, sadistic, strange, sick, stingy, smelly, skunk, swarthy, scabby, scrawny, sychopath...' His pen paused as he thought out loud, "Does psychopath start with an 's'?"
When the air didn't answer him he shrugged and continued scribbling down words that begin with 's'. Why he was doing this, he had no idea, but he had great inspiration...Kikyou.
'snotty, stalker, stinky, stuck up, sneaky, self-indulged...'
A wonder how wide spread your vocabulary becomes when you live this long...
'scornful, scolding, scaly, scalping, scabby, sleazy'
Then again, when you lived such a sheltered eternity..."Shit...I'm already running out of words." Inuyasha tapped the end of his pen on the side of the old dusty table, and decided to start on 'r's.
'rangy, raggedy, ruff, rankled, rankly, raunchy ravenous, ravish ,raucous, rattled'
'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk' The door down stairs had been, once more, opened and shut again. It was a bit sooner than Inuyasha had thought, usually Kikyou stayed in the garden for at least two hours.
How long had it been? Forty-five minutes? Not even that.
Inuyasha just let it go, she probably got scared by a worm or something. That was highly unlikely. The woman wasn't scared of five inch spiders, let alone worms, but better to not wonder about it. What did he care...
'rancid, rampaging, rag tagged, rong...'
Did wrong start with an 'r'?
**~~...~~**
'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk'
Miroku slowly shut the door behind him as he stepped into the house. He had been trying to keep the door from creaking, but had only managed to make it worse.
Go figure.
It wasn't helping matters that he was carrying a girl in his arms. After walking a while with the girl he had noticed that this wasn't Kikyou he had found. There were slight differences that could were noticeable. For one Kikyou didn't have a birthmark on her right hand in the lopsided shape of a heart.
Her raven black hair was also a bit shorter as well, and even though she looked pale, there was no way she was as pale as Kikyou was and always has been.
How observant of him.
Miroku took her to a spare bedroom in the house. It was the only real decent spare bedroom that was suitable for a guest. The room had originally been Inuyasha's. Up until seven years ago he had stayed in it for hours on end, and then, for some odd doggy-dog reason he just decided to move to the attic.
Why?
Miroku had not a clue, and figured it better to not ask the temperamental dog-half. But right now he just had to get this girl into a warm bed. He set her down in the bed gently and drew the blankets up over her. There was a rather nasty looking bump on her forehead which also had trails of dried blood spreading away from a messy scabbed over gash.
Miroku left the room and came back minutes later with a bowl of warm water and clean rag. He dressed her wounded forehead and bandaged it.
He was about to lean over her and do a full body scan...just to make sure there weren't any other wounds, but he heard another someone coming into the house and stepped away from the bed's side.
The last thing he needed was someone finding him and telling him off for bringing another strange girl home, he was still being scolded for bringing Sango. Though, he knew that this new girl was going to get him scolded again.
Miroku left the room, shutting the door behind him quietly. It was probably the only door in the house that would close with out making any loud creaking fusses. Miroku made his way to the front door to great who ever just walked in. Go figure it had to be the one person he really didn't want to see.
"Miroku?" The girl said in surprise, "You're back so soon?"
"Don't sound so down about it. There was no bear at all. Not a single track or sign that there ever was one." The monk struggled to keep his cool, and he managed rather well besides the pressing fact that this girl had just sent him on a wild goose chase when he should have been working on the house.
"Well that's odd." The girl said as she flipped a bit of her black hair off of her shoulders, not meeting his piercing gaze.
"Sango, Sango. If you wanted me out of the house, you should have at least let me finish the floor-boards on the third floor." Miroku tutted.
"But I really did see a bear by the bridge! Honestly." The girl now identified as Sango protested a bit flustered.
Miroku didn't seem to notice her tone though as he sauntered past her and feigned a rather convincing sigh as he walked out the door and shut it with yet another long 'cpluurreeeaaaaeeerrrclunk'
Sango stood there a few moments and then cursed herself that she hadn't sent him farther away. It would have given her a bit more spare time to sit around and do absolutely nothing in comforting solitude, but alas, he was back after only four days.
She half wished that he had been attacked by a bear and disappeared for many, many, many months, but someone up there didn't seem to think he deserved that just yet.
Sango sighed to herself and went to her room and locked the door behind her. With Miroku back she had to, other wise he could surprise her, and yelling really isn't something you want to be doing in the middle of the night.
It was quiet as she drifted off to sleep. It wasn't this quiet seven years ago, she remembered when Inuyasha had his room right next to hers. He would be bumping around moving furniture and other objects at one in the morning, maybe it was best he was now cooped up in the attic...
...even if it might not be good for his mental health.
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Kagome stretched out as she sat up holding her head. "What a headache..." She complained out loud to the sandman, who she figured wasn't really there. She blinked her eyes around the room she found herself in.
It was dark, and she could just make out the dim outline of where she was, but where she was she had no idea. She knew she should have been somewhere else entirely...
But she seemed to have forgotten that as well.
Her head pounded heavily against her skull, as if her brain was jumping around attempting to get out of the think bone imprisonment. She put her hand to her face and felt a bandage plastered to her forehead.
"What the..." Well that hadn't been there before, had it? Kagome crawled out of the bed and waddled towards the door, she figured it was late at night. All things considered everyone in the house would be asleep so she could at least find out where on earth she was, but even after opening the door and peeking around the hall she couldn't even remember seeing it before.
Maybe she had sleep-walked all the way into a strange house and fell asleep on the first bed she had found...kind of like Goldie-locks...only she had been shooed away by bears, and she had been awake, that didn't seem like such a likely scenario anymore after that thought.
Kagome edged her way out to what looked to be the main room in the house. By what she could see she was in an old rather small mansion. There were many doors leading to side rooms, probably much like hers had been.
The main room was a slightly large entry hall. That lead to four different cut off halls, and one door she guessed lead to the outside. The thought about leaving the house had crossed her mind, but she was more hungry than bold at the moment and decided to find the kitchen instead, even if it might take her a few hours to do so.
The floor boards creaked with ever step she took as she searched the dim lit rooms praying to find some trace of a kitchen set up in one of them.
She found herself wondering if the people who lived here could put up signs, like in a hospital, or at an amusement park. There could be some at the corners and they could read something along the lines 'Kitchen' and then have an arrow pointing down the right hall.
Though she highly doubted they would need the signs since who ever they were lived here, and then her tired, pounding brain was struck with another idea. Then again, what if no one lived here and someone had dropped her off in this house planning to hunt her down in this mess of a tangled maze to kill her off like some wild animal?
Oh great, now she was scaring herself.
Kagome wondered around for a long while exploring the house. After the first half-hour she had given up on finding the kitchens figuring she would stumble across them eventually if she kept looking, and as long as she didn't start going in circles, though she figured she already was. It was too dark to tell really.
She had attempted to open may of the doors, but had found that most of them were locked, another thing that brought her back to her 'Someone's hunting me down' theory.
He head still was pounding in agony. It was starting to affect her vision as well, though that might be the fatigue that was heavily pressing down on her.
"What are you doing up?" Came an irritated boyish voice from behind her. Kagome spun around and saw a silver-haired boy standing at the exit of one of the stair wells she hadn't yet explored.
"Uhh..." She managed intelligently.
"You're not usually up this late, I told you to lay off the all night partying with the monk."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She said with a yawn added on the end.
"You've been keeping me awake for the past hour with your heavy stomping around. What the hell are you doing anyway?" This boy was starting to sound even more irritated than before.
"Sorry for keeping you up. I was actually just exploring the house and-"
"Exploring the house?" The boy raised a brow at Kagome like she was insane or something, "You've lived here for how many years now and you have to explore it?"
"Huh?" She asked a bit bluntly.
"Crazy Kikyou still isn't use to her creaky house..." The boy mumbled under his breath.
"I think...You're confused." Kagome said hesitantly.
"You're the one who's up at ungodly hours of the night sneaking around the house like you were a lost child in the woods." He snapped back. His long silver hair confused Kagome a bit more. No one had their hair that long now a days did they? Maybe he was dropped on his head when he was a child...from the top of the stairs.
"Oh...my god..." she breathed as her eyes caught sight of his ears, it was so dark she hadn't noticed them at first, but she was sure that they were...but no that can't be right. Were they dog ears?
"What now?" the boy asked really starting to get annoyed with 'Kikyou's' sudden case of blonde-idus. Before he could react 'Kagome had rushed over to him and was lightly touching his ears. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"They're real?" She squeaked as she tugged on them, waiting for them to come off like the fake ones she had used for Halloween last year, but they didn't.
"What the hell is your malfunction?" He asked irritated, and he pushed her away a few feet. "Of coarse they're real you idiot."
Kagome just blinked at him like she had no idea what so ever. Which she really hadn't now had she.
"Stop being such a dits Kikyou."
"Who?"
The boy just blinked at her like she was a complete moron. "That's your name. Did you hit your head in the garden or something?"
"That is not my name." She protested, "And I hate gardens"
The boy leaned against the wall casually and crossed his arms, "Oh really. If that isn't your name then who are you?"
"My name is....my name is...", Kagome strained to remember, but for some odd reason she just couldn't.
"Well?" The boy asked dully obviously oblivious to her current situation.
"I...I can't remember..." She said bewildered at the fact. She knew what two plus two was, and she knew she hated math as well. She knew she was six- teen. She knew she was lost in a stupid old house, but she didn't know who she was per-say.
"You really did hit your head in the garden didn't you..." The boy said in the same monotone voice as before.
Kagome reached her had up to the bandage on her forehead, "Look I don't know my name, but I know I'm not who ever this Kikyou is."
"And how is that?" He asked shooting a 'what-are-you-on' look.
"I...don't know but I'm not her." The girl protested.
"Don't be stupid."
"In fact...who are you?" She asked just now realizing she had no idea who she was talking to.
"Inuyasha, the one you managed to curse to annoy you for the rest of eternity," He said bluntly with a roll of the eyes.
"Umm...ok. Great, now I know who you are, but who the hell am I?"
"You're Kikyou." Inuyasha said still sticking with his previous argument.
"I am not!" Kagome said furiously waving her arms out in frustration.
Inuyasha watched her once more like she was insanely stupid and caught sight of something he hadn't noticed before, "What did you do to your hand?"
"Huh?" Asked the slightly shaken girl. She looked at her hands and saw a light red almost pink scar, "Umm...I think it is a fading birthmark." She wasn't quite sure what it was.
"You never had that before." Inuyasha said unfolding his arms and half glaring at her.
What did she do now?
"I've never met you before...at least, I don't think I have." She said trying to remember if she had ever seen a dog-eared boy before. Nope, that would be something she was sure she would have remembered.
"You're not Kikyou." The dog-half said still looking at the girl.
She just rolled her eyes, "Now he gets it..."
"So who the hell are you?" Inuyasha asked. He was now confused a bit more than he would admit, and that means it was a bit more than he wanted to be.
"I don't know. Kag...Kago-something." Kagome rubbed her temples trying to think clearly.
"Kago?" Inuyasha asked looking at her smirking, "That's a weird name, guess it suits you then."
Kagome raised a brow of her own, "And what does that mean?"
"That you're weird."
"That's not any way to treat someone you just met!" Kagome said as she folded her arms.
"It is if that someone is a trespasser in my house." Inuyasha shot back. This wasn't what he wanted to be doing at this time of night.
Kagome turned and headed back down the hall she only hoped was the one that had the room she woke up in along it. "Where are you going?" The boy, labled as Inuyasha called after her.
"To bed." She answered back with out stopping.
"Not in my house you're not." He called back to her.
Kagome stopped and turned to face the dog-boy again, "Oh come on. Your just going to kick me out in the middle of the night? Knowing fair well I have no idea where I am."
"Yes." Inuyasha answered bluntly.
"You really have no courtesy do you?"
"Probably not." He said back with a shrug.
"I figured as much." Kagome said as she turned and took off down the hall again at top speed and dived into the first open door she saw. She knew she had left it open, and was happy to find she was back in the original room. She shut the door and locked it behind her.
She heard Inuyasha jiggle the door handle before knocking a bit louder on the door than what was really necessary. "Open this door!"
Wow, he sounded mad, "No way! I'll see you in the morning. Then you may kick me out!"
She heard a huffed growl from outside the door and then creaky stomping feet storm away from the room. Well, looks like she won that battle. Kagome lay back in the bed and closed her eyes. Her stomach growled as she lay there, reminding her that she never did find the kitchens. Kagome groaned as she rolled over onto her side, and closed her eyes. She was too tired to care about that right now. On top of that she didn't know where she was, she didn't know who she was, and she was talking with an arrogant pin-head, all of this on top of a pounding head-ache...
Lucky, lucky her...
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Phoxy- Wow...that was longer than I had planned. ^___^
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