THANK ALL OF YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! *sniff* you do NOT know how good it makes
me feel! 12 Reviews for a chapter is A LOT for me and I am absolutely
THRILLED *thank you thank you thank you!*
OH, I went to an anime convention! Ushicon! Very happy to find out that Inuyasha is DEFINITELY doing well in the anime world right now ^_^!
Uhh—well, I thought about it, and I really like it when people say things to me specifically after I review, so I'm going to start doing that too! If you don't want to read it, just skip over to below the stars.
joe: lol, I prefer swiss, but ok :-D
silver_punk: I know! Poor kag! :-( Imagine having Inuyasha and then LOSING him! Blech!
the insane orange kiwi: haha, yeah, cheesy is an awesome word ^_^!
InuyashaEarsLuver: I loved talking to you on aim! (other ppl should do this TOO!!!)
Runa: THANK YOU! I'm glad you liked it
SilverTailz: hahaha, the name definitely IS corny, but, eh what can you do? Couldn't think of ne thing other than Yashinu ;-)!
Lima Sqamosa: I'll def try to drop in and read a story of yours—keep reminding me, I can be kind of slow.
DarkHunter65: BEHOLD THE POWER OF CHEESE! hahaha
Amy: I will do what you say, master! *bows*
Divya: lol ok then
burningwater: I love carrots ^_^ but ramen is better, right Inuyasha?
Angel Expultion7: Yeah Poor Inu *cries*
ps- I'm really bad with the Japanese titles like "san" and "chan" so I'll put 'em in once in a while, but if I forget or use them wrong, don't get mad! ;-)
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Kagome flinched. She could feel a hot breath on her shoulder, but she did not really want to turn around.
"Wait...........WHO are you?" Kagome questioned, looking at her fingernails.
"Yashinu. Yamamoto Yashinu" the boy repeated with a smile in his voice.
Tears swelled in the bottom of Kagome's eyes and her lip pouted.
'No,' she thought, 'no. I'm not going to be put out of ease by his name. After all, what's in a name, right?'
Putting on her best and biggest fake smile, Kagome spun around and jut out her hand in his direction, waiting for a shake.
"Hi," she said in a voice a bit higher than she intended it to be, "I'm Kagome!"
She was smiling so widely that her eyes were clenched, she couldn't really see the person in front of her.
Not that she really wanted to.
She was scared.
Scared that he'd have a long, soft billow of silver hair, scared that he'd have those two pointy ears she had always wanted to secretly touch, and especially scared that he'd have two golden eyes that melted her inside out.
Their hands met.
Her hand felt incredibly warm to his touch, though her heart sped up with the cold fear that resided in her mind.
As a strong grip pumped her outstretched hand up and down, Kagome ventured boldly to look at him, starting from the top.
She opened her eyes, and an initial burst of white light sped around her, sending her heart aflutter.
As the light from the window behind subsided, Kagome was relieved to see a mass of thick black hair in front of her.
Her eyes shot up even higher.
No ears!
Though she breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't keep down the lump of disappointment in her throat from forming.
No, it wasn't her Inuyasha.
His hand, though definitely not soft to the touch, was not as calloused as Inuyasha's had been when he had held her. This was definitely not a sword- wielding hand.
Timidly, he pulled away his hand, and she could sense his smile.
"Well, shall we get to work, Kagome-san?" he questioned, cheerfully.
"Yes," Kagome responded sheepishly.
San.
It sounded so different, so utterly formal coming from his mouth. Of course, Inuyasha, the rude git, had never bothered with titles.
She couldn't help but think that she preferred it that way.
They sat down on a desk together, and Kagome immediately pulled out their "Theatre" textbook.
"Um, is this your first year in theatre, Kagome?" Yashinu questioned, laughter in his voice.
"Yes," she started, angry at her insistent use of monosyllabic words when she spoke to him.
She gulped in, telling herself to say something else.
"Why?" She asked, now feeling incredibly inarticulate.
"Well, um, I just figured you didn't know since we NEVER use our textbooks in this class. Mr. Sato thinks they're too 'conventional,' he explained, sighing dramatically.
"Oh," Kagome said, angry that she couldn't think of a more witty response to his comment.
Actually, she had kind of figured that books weren't used all that much in a theatre class. She had just gotten it out so she wouldn't have to look at him.
She still hadn't seen his face, and was a little scared to do so.
She didn't want to see those eyes again. Well, she did, but...............she didn't know what she wanted.
"Well, uh, Kagome, I guess the only way to begin this project is to get to know each other. So, what are your interests?"
"Well..........." Kagome began, casting about her mind for responses. She couldn't exactly say, 'shooting demons with arrows,' even though that was pretty much all she had been doing for the past two years.
"I like art," she responded, furious with how dull she sounded. And STILL all monosyllabic words!
"Oh............" he replied quietly.
She couldn't read his tone. What did that "oh" mean? Without thinking of the consequences, her eyes shot into his eyes.
Her jaw dropped. Or at least, it should have.
His eyes were a deep shade of blue-purple, large and expressive, with a pair of heavy-set eyebrows overhead.
Even though they weren't gold, they still looked like a softer version of Inuyasha's expressive orbs.
'Inuyasha.........' she thought desperately.
His eyebrows were different, though. Instead of being drawn together, burrowed in that look of absolute insolence Inuyasha usually had, Yashinu's eyebrows were raised with anticipation and joy.
Her eyes dropped to his nose. It was the same nose.
The lips. The same, full lips she had wanted to...........
No! She couldn't think like this. This............this boy was NOT Inuyasha.
Plus, his hair was different! That accounted for something, right?
His bangs were long and messy, kind of covering his left eye with their fullness. His black hair was short though, only coming down to the nape of his neck.
When he moved, his messy hair shone with blue-shots of shine and made him look like he had just gotten out of bed. (a/n: I kind of picture his hair looking like Van from Escaflowne. For a reference-paste this- )
And, his skin wasn't as tan as Inuyasha's. It was obvious that he didn't spend all of his time outdoors.
Still..........his face............other than his eyes.........his face was Inuyasha's.
Or was she seeing things?
'I have to say something, quick. He can tell I'm staring at him. What should I say?'
"Uhh..........so, do you attend a dojo?" Kagome asked quickly, thinking of inuyasha's strengths.
"A dojo? Me?" the room filled with Yashinu's good-natured laughter, "no. I guess you could say I'm a lover, not a fighter," he grinned.
Kagome smiled back, weakly. Ok, this was NOT Inuyasha. He would never say something that corny.
And his voice. His voice wasn't as husky as Inuyasha's..........but, the same undertone still resided. He seemed so laid back and calm.
Definitely not Inuyasha.
"Actually," Yashinu started, interrupting Kagome's thoughts, "I really like poetry."
Kagome didn't realize that her mouth was open, agape at his assertion.
"Er, is something wrong?" Yashinu questioned.
Shaking her head, Kagome laughed nervously, looking at his broad shoulders and lean, muscular frame, "oh, nothing! You just don't seem to be the 'poetry' type," she paused, deliberating, "Uh, do you write for our school?"
He only smiled. "What, do you like poetry, too?"
Before she could answer, the bell rang.
"Oh, ok, so do you want me to meet you somewhere so we can figure out our project?" Yashinu questioned, picking up his backpack.
"Um...........how about today after school?"
"No good. I have some errands to run."
"Well, ok then, how about afterwards? Do you want me to meet you wherever you're doing your errands?"
"NO," Yashinu said immediately, "I mean, no don't go through all that trouble. Just meet me at Wacdonalds at five, ok?"
"Ok," she stuttered, a little shocked by his loud declination.
Oh, this Yashinu boy was definitely an enigma.
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Kagome glared at her watch inside of Wacdonald's, it was five-fifteen: Yashinu was late.
Suddenly, she saw it: a ruffled head of black running towards her, the wind blowing his hair around him.
He sat down and breathlessly muttered an apology.
"Erm, it's ok........" Kagome responded.
"Well, Kagome," he started off right away, "what do you like? What excites you? What do you want our play to be about?"
"What do I like.........." she asked herself out loud.
What DID she like? What excited her?
Her mind blared out the answer: Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha, but she muted it with her own speech saying, "I really don't know."
"Well, ok: let's get in deeper. What EMOTION excites you?"
Kagome cast about her mind, her thoughts turning once again to the silver- haired hanyou.
She saw him clearly, yelling, 'Feh! Stupid wench!'
He was so darn CUTE when he was angry.
"Anger," she whispered, "I think anger excites me."
Yashinu looked deep in thought: he rubbed his hand across the bottom of his chin. "Hmmm.......well, as I said, I'm a lover. Love excites me. So I wonder if we can use both of our ideas. Do anger and love ever mix?"
Kagome gulped in, trying not to scream 'YES!' at the top of her lungs. "I suppose they could," she murmured with an obvious strain in her voice, holding back bitter tears.
"How so?" Yashinu raised an eyebrow, "do you have an idea for a script? Any characters in mind?"
Kagome breathed in sharply. "Yes. Yes I think I do."
She paused as he drummed his fingers on the table.
With soft pleading in her eyes, she continued, "What do you think of something set in the warring states era*?"
*the era Inuyasha is set in
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*mwahahahaha*
Mmm...........i don't know about any of you girls (and some guys) out there, but I think Yashinu sounds kind of cute ^_^
Not as cute as Inu, OF COURSE!
PLEASE REVIEW? YES? Yes! Cheese me! lol
OH, I went to an anime convention! Ushicon! Very happy to find out that Inuyasha is DEFINITELY doing well in the anime world right now ^_^!
Uhh—well, I thought about it, and I really like it when people say things to me specifically after I review, so I'm going to start doing that too! If you don't want to read it, just skip over to below the stars.
joe: lol, I prefer swiss, but ok :-D
silver_punk: I know! Poor kag! :-( Imagine having Inuyasha and then LOSING him! Blech!
the insane orange kiwi: haha, yeah, cheesy is an awesome word ^_^!
InuyashaEarsLuver: I loved talking to you on aim! (other ppl should do this TOO!!!)
Runa: THANK YOU! I'm glad you liked it
SilverTailz: hahaha, the name definitely IS corny, but, eh what can you do? Couldn't think of ne thing other than Yashinu ;-)!
Lima Sqamosa: I'll def try to drop in and read a story of yours—keep reminding me, I can be kind of slow.
DarkHunter65: BEHOLD THE POWER OF CHEESE! hahaha
Amy: I will do what you say, master! *bows*
Divya: lol ok then
burningwater: I love carrots ^_^ but ramen is better, right Inuyasha?
Angel Expultion7: Yeah Poor Inu *cries*
ps- I'm really bad with the Japanese titles like "san" and "chan" so I'll put 'em in once in a while, but if I forget or use them wrong, don't get mad! ;-)
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Kagome flinched. She could feel a hot breath on her shoulder, but she did not really want to turn around.
"Wait...........WHO are you?" Kagome questioned, looking at her fingernails.
"Yashinu. Yamamoto Yashinu" the boy repeated with a smile in his voice.
Tears swelled in the bottom of Kagome's eyes and her lip pouted.
'No,' she thought, 'no. I'm not going to be put out of ease by his name. After all, what's in a name, right?'
Putting on her best and biggest fake smile, Kagome spun around and jut out her hand in his direction, waiting for a shake.
"Hi," she said in a voice a bit higher than she intended it to be, "I'm Kagome!"
She was smiling so widely that her eyes were clenched, she couldn't really see the person in front of her.
Not that she really wanted to.
She was scared.
Scared that he'd have a long, soft billow of silver hair, scared that he'd have those two pointy ears she had always wanted to secretly touch, and especially scared that he'd have two golden eyes that melted her inside out.
Their hands met.
Her hand felt incredibly warm to his touch, though her heart sped up with the cold fear that resided in her mind.
As a strong grip pumped her outstretched hand up and down, Kagome ventured boldly to look at him, starting from the top.
She opened her eyes, and an initial burst of white light sped around her, sending her heart aflutter.
As the light from the window behind subsided, Kagome was relieved to see a mass of thick black hair in front of her.
Her eyes shot up even higher.
No ears!
Though she breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't keep down the lump of disappointment in her throat from forming.
No, it wasn't her Inuyasha.
His hand, though definitely not soft to the touch, was not as calloused as Inuyasha's had been when he had held her. This was definitely not a sword- wielding hand.
Timidly, he pulled away his hand, and she could sense his smile.
"Well, shall we get to work, Kagome-san?" he questioned, cheerfully.
"Yes," Kagome responded sheepishly.
San.
It sounded so different, so utterly formal coming from his mouth. Of course, Inuyasha, the rude git, had never bothered with titles.
She couldn't help but think that she preferred it that way.
They sat down on a desk together, and Kagome immediately pulled out their "Theatre" textbook.
"Um, is this your first year in theatre, Kagome?" Yashinu questioned, laughter in his voice.
"Yes," she started, angry at her insistent use of monosyllabic words when she spoke to him.
She gulped in, telling herself to say something else.
"Why?" She asked, now feeling incredibly inarticulate.
"Well, um, I just figured you didn't know since we NEVER use our textbooks in this class. Mr. Sato thinks they're too 'conventional,' he explained, sighing dramatically.
"Oh," Kagome said, angry that she couldn't think of a more witty response to his comment.
Actually, she had kind of figured that books weren't used all that much in a theatre class. She had just gotten it out so she wouldn't have to look at him.
She still hadn't seen his face, and was a little scared to do so.
She didn't want to see those eyes again. Well, she did, but...............she didn't know what she wanted.
"Well, uh, Kagome, I guess the only way to begin this project is to get to know each other. So, what are your interests?"
"Well..........." Kagome began, casting about her mind for responses. She couldn't exactly say, 'shooting demons with arrows,' even though that was pretty much all she had been doing for the past two years.
"I like art," she responded, furious with how dull she sounded. And STILL all monosyllabic words!
"Oh............" he replied quietly.
She couldn't read his tone. What did that "oh" mean? Without thinking of the consequences, her eyes shot into his eyes.
Her jaw dropped. Or at least, it should have.
His eyes were a deep shade of blue-purple, large and expressive, with a pair of heavy-set eyebrows overhead.
Even though they weren't gold, they still looked like a softer version of Inuyasha's expressive orbs.
'Inuyasha.........' she thought desperately.
His eyebrows were different, though. Instead of being drawn together, burrowed in that look of absolute insolence Inuyasha usually had, Yashinu's eyebrows were raised with anticipation and joy.
Her eyes dropped to his nose. It was the same nose.
The lips. The same, full lips she had wanted to...........
No! She couldn't think like this. This............this boy was NOT Inuyasha.
Plus, his hair was different! That accounted for something, right?
His bangs were long and messy, kind of covering his left eye with their fullness. His black hair was short though, only coming down to the nape of his neck.
When he moved, his messy hair shone with blue-shots of shine and made him look like he had just gotten out of bed. (a/n: I kind of picture his hair looking like Van from Escaflowne. For a reference-paste this- )
And, his skin wasn't as tan as Inuyasha's. It was obvious that he didn't spend all of his time outdoors.
Still..........his face............other than his eyes.........his face was Inuyasha's.
Or was she seeing things?
'I have to say something, quick. He can tell I'm staring at him. What should I say?'
"Uhh..........so, do you attend a dojo?" Kagome asked quickly, thinking of inuyasha's strengths.
"A dojo? Me?" the room filled with Yashinu's good-natured laughter, "no. I guess you could say I'm a lover, not a fighter," he grinned.
Kagome smiled back, weakly. Ok, this was NOT Inuyasha. He would never say something that corny.
And his voice. His voice wasn't as husky as Inuyasha's..........but, the same undertone still resided. He seemed so laid back and calm.
Definitely not Inuyasha.
"Actually," Yashinu started, interrupting Kagome's thoughts, "I really like poetry."
Kagome didn't realize that her mouth was open, agape at his assertion.
"Er, is something wrong?" Yashinu questioned.
Shaking her head, Kagome laughed nervously, looking at his broad shoulders and lean, muscular frame, "oh, nothing! You just don't seem to be the 'poetry' type," she paused, deliberating, "Uh, do you write for our school?"
He only smiled. "What, do you like poetry, too?"
Before she could answer, the bell rang.
"Oh, ok, so do you want me to meet you somewhere so we can figure out our project?" Yashinu questioned, picking up his backpack.
"Um...........how about today after school?"
"No good. I have some errands to run."
"Well, ok then, how about afterwards? Do you want me to meet you wherever you're doing your errands?"
"NO," Yashinu said immediately, "I mean, no don't go through all that trouble. Just meet me at Wacdonalds at five, ok?"
"Ok," she stuttered, a little shocked by his loud declination.
Oh, this Yashinu boy was definitely an enigma.
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Kagome glared at her watch inside of Wacdonald's, it was five-fifteen: Yashinu was late.
Suddenly, she saw it: a ruffled head of black running towards her, the wind blowing his hair around him.
He sat down and breathlessly muttered an apology.
"Erm, it's ok........" Kagome responded.
"Well, Kagome," he started off right away, "what do you like? What excites you? What do you want our play to be about?"
"What do I like.........." she asked herself out loud.
What DID she like? What excited her?
Her mind blared out the answer: Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha, but she muted it with her own speech saying, "I really don't know."
"Well, ok: let's get in deeper. What EMOTION excites you?"
Kagome cast about her mind, her thoughts turning once again to the silver- haired hanyou.
She saw him clearly, yelling, 'Feh! Stupid wench!'
He was so darn CUTE when he was angry.
"Anger," she whispered, "I think anger excites me."
Yashinu looked deep in thought: he rubbed his hand across the bottom of his chin. "Hmmm.......well, as I said, I'm a lover. Love excites me. So I wonder if we can use both of our ideas. Do anger and love ever mix?"
Kagome gulped in, trying not to scream 'YES!' at the top of her lungs. "I suppose they could," she murmured with an obvious strain in her voice, holding back bitter tears.
"How so?" Yashinu raised an eyebrow, "do you have an idea for a script? Any characters in mind?"
Kagome breathed in sharply. "Yes. Yes I think I do."
She paused as he drummed his fingers on the table.
With soft pleading in her eyes, she continued, "What do you think of something set in the warring states era*?"
*the era Inuyasha is set in
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*mwahahahaha*
Mmm...........i don't know about any of you girls (and some guys) out there, but I think Yashinu sounds kind of cute ^_^
Not as cute as Inu, OF COURSE!
PLEASE REVIEW? YES? Yes! Cheese me! lol