I came up with this story while I was at a family reunion and bored out of my wits. I'm not very happy with my other fic. 'Thin Line' cause it didn't really come out the way I wanted to be. This story will have lots of OOC and lots Mirosan in it and not a lot of Inukag because they end up hating each others guts *lol* so...I'll stop talking and let you guys go on with the story.
Friends Don't Have To Know Everything, Do they?
Chapter 1: Get Over It!
Miroku walked into his apartment and close the door behind him. He sighed happily and put his bags down by the door. He just came back from a two-week photo shoot in beautiful Hawaii.
Despite his great photography skills he wasn't behind the camera. That's right. Miroku was a model. In a matter of fact he was one of the top male swimsuit models in the world.
The 24-year-old started to walk to his bedroom but was startled by what he heard from the main room.
"Kikyo, WHY?!?!" could be heard over the blasting 'How Can You Mend a Broken Heart' by Al Green on the radio. Miroku couldn't believe that he didn't realize the music before he walked in his home. He stepped in the room and there on the sofa was a crying figure laying there.
"Inuyasha?...don't tell me your still crying over that chick- wait, are those the same boxers you were wearing when I left?" Miroku began to step closer but a terrible smell hit his nose. "You haven't taken a shower in three weeks?!"
Inuyasha sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands. "Yeah, so what?"
"You stink, man! And my place is all messed up...what have you been doing all this time?" The short haired man picked up an empty ice cream carton and sniff at it, almost gagging.
The sniffling boxer-clad man got up from his seat on the sofa and snagged the carton from him and many messy plates and cups to the sink. "Mostly playing some Al Green on repeat and eating ice cream. and crying." Inuyasha replied, being very honest.
Miroku's handsome face faulted as Inuyasha walked past him. "And, uh, why aren't you doing this at your own place?"
Inuyasha's eyes shifted side to side.
"What happened? Did you get kick out of yours 'cause you didn't pay the rent again?" Miroku added. Inuyasha gave him a dead serious glance. His smirk faltered as he saw his friend's face.
"Wait. You did? Where's your stuff?"
"It's in storage...you know Kikyo used to but her stuff in storage." Inuyasha smiled sadly as he went on and Miroku rolled his eyes. "At the same place I put mine- we met there, ya know? I remember what she first said to me. I was holding a pipe and she said 'Nice pipe, you did that in college too?'" He started to smile but suddenly broke out in tears.
Miroku cringed and started backing away from him to his bedroom. He took his bags up in his hands. "Uh..um, I'm going to my room now so when I come out I really want you ready to go. I'm taking you out so you can cheer up." As he closed the door he added, "and so you can stop crying too...it's scary."
As Miroku was in his room, Inuyasha was still over the sink crying his eyes out.
"Kikyo, WHY?!?!"
~*~*~*~
"Congrads to both of us on our new jobs!" a young 23-year-old girl yelled happily as she rose up her glass up to tap her friend's.
She had her hair up in a high ponytail and was wearing a white blouse and a black flirty skirt. Her name was Sango Hiraikotsu. The girl beside of her was named Kagome. She had on a pinstriped knee high skirt with a slit on the side that went up to her thigh and a matching vest that zipped up.
Sango and Kagome had been friends since thier freshmen year in college and were very close. They did almost every thing together and whenever one of them needed something the other was there for them- most of the time the person that needed something was Kagome. But Sango didn't mind as long as they were still friends.
As the two girls sipped their drinks they took note of the music that was coming from upstairs.
"Oh god, Sango! When do you think that person will stop playing that song over and over again? It's a great song but can't they see they're wearing it out?!" Kagome rolled her eyes as she put her glass on the table in front of her, forgetting to put the coaster under it. Sango gave her a look and she put something under it.
Sango took another drink. "Maybe this person is just getting over a break up. A guy, perhaps?"
"Yeah, guys take break ups so hard sometimes, especialy if they really loved the girl. But anyone would be able to get over someone by three weeks." Kagome added, receiving small nods from Sango.
The two girls cringed as they heard something being yelled and sobs from above them. Kagome chuckled and took up her glass to be sipped. "I'm really glad we decided to live together." The other girl smiled.
"Well, we would have been living together sooner but *someone* wanted to live with there boyfriend but ended up hating his guts afterwards." Sango repided with a smirk.
"What? He was *so* annoying! It would be like, eleven in the morning and he'd be like, 'Good morning, Kagome!', 'Would you like me to cook you something, Kagome?', 'Stop hitting me, Kagome!', 'You shouldn't throw books at people, Kagome!'." She spoke in a mocking voice of her ex-boyfriend. "Goodness, I wanted to beat him up so bad! He was too nice! He needs it- just asking for it."
Sango rolled her eyes at her and laughed out loud. She got up and took the plates on the table to the sink in the kitchen. "Kag, you can be so immature sometimes. Hey do you want to go out for a few more drinks to celebrate our new modeling jobs?"
Kagome was about to rant about how un-immature she was but she heard the rest of what her friend had to say. "Yeah! Lets go some place where we can walk. I hate driving when I'm drunk." Kagome walked her self to the kitchen bar and leaned against it as Sango rolled her eyes.
'I swear she must be a blond...'
"Sango, you're so lucky, though." Kagome stated before taking a swig of her wine. "I'd love to have a job like yours. You get all those hot sexy guys allover you at some of the shoots and all I do is play 'dress up'." She ended with a long full sigh.
"Oh, but think about it. You get to play 'dress up' with all those hot sexy guys. They'll wear what ever ya want them too." She grinned.
"Ooh, that's right. Maybe I can get the chance to put that fine Miroku Miyazaki in a shiny speedo with rhinestones stars on the cheeks." Kagome licked her lips as Sango gave her a high five.
"If you did that every woman would adore you."
The two glanced at each other before busting out in a fit of laughter.
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Did I enjoy writing this? Oh yeah. Was there lots of OOC? Ohh yeah. Did I warn you? Yeppers, I did. But this is my AU so if you don't like it oh well- but don't leave before giving me a little review! I'll give you a cookie- no, pocky! Wait, what am I saying? I can't just give way pocky...cookies it is! Well, see ya next chapter if there is one. Ja!
-Kitty
Friends Don't Have To Know Everything, Do they?
Chapter 1: Get Over It!
Miroku walked into his apartment and close the door behind him. He sighed happily and put his bags down by the door. He just came back from a two-week photo shoot in beautiful Hawaii.
Despite his great photography skills he wasn't behind the camera. That's right. Miroku was a model. In a matter of fact he was one of the top male swimsuit models in the world.
The 24-year-old started to walk to his bedroom but was startled by what he heard from the main room.
"Kikyo, WHY?!?!" could be heard over the blasting 'How Can You Mend a Broken Heart' by Al Green on the radio. Miroku couldn't believe that he didn't realize the music before he walked in his home. He stepped in the room and there on the sofa was a crying figure laying there.
"Inuyasha?...don't tell me your still crying over that chick- wait, are those the same boxers you were wearing when I left?" Miroku began to step closer but a terrible smell hit his nose. "You haven't taken a shower in three weeks?!"
Inuyasha sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands. "Yeah, so what?"
"You stink, man! And my place is all messed up...what have you been doing all this time?" The short haired man picked up an empty ice cream carton and sniff at it, almost gagging.
The sniffling boxer-clad man got up from his seat on the sofa and snagged the carton from him and many messy plates and cups to the sink. "Mostly playing some Al Green on repeat and eating ice cream. and crying." Inuyasha replied, being very honest.
Miroku's handsome face faulted as Inuyasha walked past him. "And, uh, why aren't you doing this at your own place?"
Inuyasha's eyes shifted side to side.
"What happened? Did you get kick out of yours 'cause you didn't pay the rent again?" Miroku added. Inuyasha gave him a dead serious glance. His smirk faltered as he saw his friend's face.
"Wait. You did? Where's your stuff?"
"It's in storage...you know Kikyo used to but her stuff in storage." Inuyasha smiled sadly as he went on and Miroku rolled his eyes. "At the same place I put mine- we met there, ya know? I remember what she first said to me. I was holding a pipe and she said 'Nice pipe, you did that in college too?'" He started to smile but suddenly broke out in tears.
Miroku cringed and started backing away from him to his bedroom. He took his bags up in his hands. "Uh..um, I'm going to my room now so when I come out I really want you ready to go. I'm taking you out so you can cheer up." As he closed the door he added, "and so you can stop crying too...it's scary."
As Miroku was in his room, Inuyasha was still over the sink crying his eyes out.
"Kikyo, WHY?!?!"
~*~*~*~
"Congrads to both of us on our new jobs!" a young 23-year-old girl yelled happily as she rose up her glass up to tap her friend's.
She had her hair up in a high ponytail and was wearing a white blouse and a black flirty skirt. Her name was Sango Hiraikotsu. The girl beside of her was named Kagome. She had on a pinstriped knee high skirt with a slit on the side that went up to her thigh and a matching vest that zipped up.
Sango and Kagome had been friends since thier freshmen year in college and were very close. They did almost every thing together and whenever one of them needed something the other was there for them- most of the time the person that needed something was Kagome. But Sango didn't mind as long as they were still friends.
As the two girls sipped their drinks they took note of the music that was coming from upstairs.
"Oh god, Sango! When do you think that person will stop playing that song over and over again? It's a great song but can't they see they're wearing it out?!" Kagome rolled her eyes as she put her glass on the table in front of her, forgetting to put the coaster under it. Sango gave her a look and she put something under it.
Sango took another drink. "Maybe this person is just getting over a break up. A guy, perhaps?"
"Yeah, guys take break ups so hard sometimes, especialy if they really loved the girl. But anyone would be able to get over someone by three weeks." Kagome added, receiving small nods from Sango.
The two girls cringed as they heard something being yelled and sobs from above them. Kagome chuckled and took up her glass to be sipped. "I'm really glad we decided to live together." The other girl smiled.
"Well, we would have been living together sooner but *someone* wanted to live with there boyfriend but ended up hating his guts afterwards." Sango repided with a smirk.
"What? He was *so* annoying! It would be like, eleven in the morning and he'd be like, 'Good morning, Kagome!', 'Would you like me to cook you something, Kagome?', 'Stop hitting me, Kagome!', 'You shouldn't throw books at people, Kagome!'." She spoke in a mocking voice of her ex-boyfriend. "Goodness, I wanted to beat him up so bad! He was too nice! He needs it- just asking for it."
Sango rolled her eyes at her and laughed out loud. She got up and took the plates on the table to the sink in the kitchen. "Kag, you can be so immature sometimes. Hey do you want to go out for a few more drinks to celebrate our new modeling jobs?"
Kagome was about to rant about how un-immature she was but she heard the rest of what her friend had to say. "Yeah! Lets go some place where we can walk. I hate driving when I'm drunk." Kagome walked her self to the kitchen bar and leaned against it as Sango rolled her eyes.
'I swear she must be a blond...'
"Sango, you're so lucky, though." Kagome stated before taking a swig of her wine. "I'd love to have a job like yours. You get all those hot sexy guys allover you at some of the shoots and all I do is play 'dress up'." She ended with a long full sigh.
"Oh, but think about it. You get to play 'dress up' with all those hot sexy guys. They'll wear what ever ya want them too." She grinned.
"Ooh, that's right. Maybe I can get the chance to put that fine Miroku Miyazaki in a shiny speedo with rhinestones stars on the cheeks." Kagome licked her lips as Sango gave her a high five.
"If you did that every woman would adore you."
The two glanced at each other before busting out in a fit of laughter.
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Did I enjoy writing this? Oh yeah. Was there lots of OOC? Ohh yeah. Did I warn you? Yeppers, I did. But this is my AU so if you don't like it oh well- but don't leave before giving me a little review! I'll give you a cookie- no, pocky! Wait, what am I saying? I can't just give way pocky...cookies it is! Well, see ya next chapter if there is one. Ja!
-Kitty