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A/N: AHHH!! This chapter was like pulling teeth. I hate beginning a story I deleted what I wrote like TEN times! But now it's flowing. Finally!! Tee hee!! Enjoy my peeps!
INUYASHA'S POV
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Chapter 2: Accent : Inuyasha
I was actually dreading seeing her again. After punching her boyfriends' lights out I really didn't want to see how she was going to look at me. So I avoided her, gaining a weight of gossip bouncing off my head. Like: "Did they secretly go out and break up?" etc.
But avoiding her wasn't easy. She was in every friggen class I had! Plus she ate lunch at the table just behind mine. I ate tensely and my friends looked at me.
"Dude, you okay?" Miroku, my perverted best friend, asked. Though he's a major "Mind-in-the-gutter" kind of guy he's got a good heart. . .sometimes. He was looking at me with concern and that's the last look you want from him.
"I'm fine, shut up." I growled at him.
He already jumped off the topic and was leaning down to the ground as far as possible.
"Whoa a thong!" he whispered a little too loudly. She heard.
I rolled my eyes and stood, ready to throw out my trash, ignoring the loud smack I knew had been inflicted upon Miroku's face. What an idiot.
Something stopped me from my trek toward the school. A hand to my face. I stopped dead in my tracks and face. . .her.
She had tears in her eyes, I didn't know why. She stood there, her hand cocked for another slap. I grabbed her wrists before she could inflict any more pain.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, girl?!" I yelled, out of sheer surprise, not anger.
She wretched her hands out of my grip and kicked at me, luckily she missed. She had pointed shoes on.
She glared up at me and I a little startled by the fierceness. She hadn't ran and that surprised me even more then the slap.
"You jerk! How could you do such a thing?!" she yelled. I felt everyone's eyes on us but I was more intent on hearing what the hell I did.
"Wha--." I started to say but she got in my face. I felt very uncomfortable.
"You started a battle! Now I'll never get away form Naraku! All because you punched him in the nose!" she yelled. I swallowed. Shit! Just what I was trying to avoid!
But I kept my cool and took a step back. I really didn't feel like having my head bit off.
"Listen, I punched that guy out of defense, he was bugging me." Okay, maybe that really didn't make sense. Technically he hadn't done ANYTHING to me, just pissed me off.
She raised an eyebrow. I guess she noticed my blunder. "He was bugging YOU? I t-thought you said. . ." she trailed off and looked at the ground, totally unaware of the audience around her.
"That I was protecting you?" I asked, finishing her sentence. I received a nod. I swallowed again. My reputation was shot if our audience thought THAT of me. "Yeah right." I thought up something quickly. "You're just a loudmouthed annoying supermodel. Why would I want to save YOU?"
She looked up angrily. "I'm so sorry it had to be like that!" she retorted angrily. Tears were still in her eyes and I had the urge to dash them away for her. Why? I have no clue.
"And anyway, I can understand his lust for you. I mean, every guy's gotta break loose sometimes, right? I mean, since he thinks you're hot and stuff I guess he can't help but think like that." I think I just shot my mouth off.
She slapped me again, harder then before. My head snapped to the side and I could feel one of my teeth wiggle a bit.
Everything was silent and everything stood still, our positions, our expressions.
"Lust and torture are TWO different things!" she yelled and stormed away, a flock of her gang trailing behind her.
One girl stayed behind though and stood above me.
I was frozen in my shocked position. I hadn't been struck that hard for years, ever since the gang fights I used to get in with Miroku in Hiroshima.
The crowd cleared and it was just me and the girl, Miroku had gone apologizing to me and running off.
"Must hurt, Inuyasha-san." She finally spoke. She knelt by my stricken face, still in it's twisted form, only now I had slid to my knees. She poked my red cheek. "You deserved it though." She said and smiled.
I fell backwards. "Yeah, so what? It ain't my fault I was cursed with a pride that won't let me talk."
"What's that supposed 'ta mean?" she had an accent, a Kansai accent. I finally got a good look at her as she climbed on top of me and looked down at me, bleached blonde hair falling onto the grass right next to my ear, mingling with my own black hair. "Y'know, now I wonder why Kag-chan doesn't dump that Naraku fella and hook up with 'ya." She smiled a soft smile and I could see Kagome in her face. "But where would the consolation of her older sister come in?"
I was confused and embarrassed by the position she had me in. "I-I don't k- know what you're talking about." I stuttered unintentionally but my blush was making me screwed up.
She touched my tender cheek, lightly this time like a feather, and jumped up and away from me.
I sat up quickly and backed away from her. For some reason that position only brought embarrassment not lust. I hadn't noticed this revelation until way later.
I recovered, luckily, and looked suspiciously at her.
"Who are you anyway?" I asked.
She blinked then laughed. "I'm sorry, I just came onto you without telling you my name." She crawled over to me but I scooted back. She held out her hand. "I'm Fuuka, Kagome-chan's ex-stepsister." She smiled. "We keep in touch."
I shook her hand then looked away, I didn't want to look into her eyes. They looked too much like Kagome's.
"Oh! Y'know Kag-chan's boyfriend?" she asked in a very gossipy, accented, high-pitched voice.
"Unfortunately." I said as I folded my arms and stared off into space, any place AWAY from those eyes.
"The match is on Sunday, no weapons, weigh-in is at 12:00, fight is at 3:00." She informed me.
I whipped around to meet her closed-eye smile. "What do you mean fight? You mean against that Naraku bastard?" I growled his name.
"Yep. A boxing match 'ta be more specific. Man, you gotta lose some weight if 'yer gonna make the weigh-in." she stood and wiped her tan colored vest, adjusted her red and black plaid pleated skirt and twirled the red tie around the collar of the white button down shirt she wore under everything around her finger. "You better be there or Kag-chan'll murder someone." She winked and turned on her heel. "By the way, read Minus the Drama Mag. You'll see my sis on the cover." She waved and went on her way.
I sat still and tapped my fingers to my arms, wondering if I should run from the fight or just lose the weight and be done with it. I chose the courageous option.
Oh well, here's to a ramen-less week!
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I picked up the magazine Fuuka had told me about and sure enough there was Kagome looking 25 and sexy instead bratty and 17. She was holding her hair up in a bun with one hand, bobby pins sticking out of her mouth, and her other hand was near her hip hugging jeans, a finger hooked through the belt hooks.
"The guy's a master. Caught her great essence, don't you think, sir?" an old voice asked next to me. I turned toward the old woman that was looking over my shoulder at the cover. She looked 90, but I wasn't complaining, so did my cousin.
"Right." I said made to put the magazine back. The granny grabbed my hand and shoved it into my jacket and pushed me down the street, forcing me to run. "Wha-What the hell do you think you're going, granny?!" I yelled at her.
She jumped on my shoulders and I wobbled a bit. "On ward hoe my good fella! Off to the stupid of my idol!" and she kicked me! She kicked me like I was a friggen horse!
And thus started my journey with the Number 1 fan of Kagome the supermodel.
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Hee! This was fun to write! Crazy granny has entered the story! And thus the startling model shoot begins!
Don't know what I'm talkin' bout, just wait till the next chappie ^^
Next chapter:
Chapter 3: Playboy? : Inuyasha
A/N: AHHH!! This chapter was like pulling teeth. I hate beginning a story I deleted what I wrote like TEN times! But now it's flowing. Finally!! Tee hee!! Enjoy my peeps!
INUYASHA'S POV
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Chapter 2: Accent : Inuyasha
I was actually dreading seeing her again. After punching her boyfriends' lights out I really didn't want to see how she was going to look at me. So I avoided her, gaining a weight of gossip bouncing off my head. Like: "Did they secretly go out and break up?" etc.
But avoiding her wasn't easy. She was in every friggen class I had! Plus she ate lunch at the table just behind mine. I ate tensely and my friends looked at me.
"Dude, you okay?" Miroku, my perverted best friend, asked. Though he's a major "Mind-in-the-gutter" kind of guy he's got a good heart. . .sometimes. He was looking at me with concern and that's the last look you want from him.
"I'm fine, shut up." I growled at him.
He already jumped off the topic and was leaning down to the ground as far as possible.
"Whoa a thong!" he whispered a little too loudly. She heard.
I rolled my eyes and stood, ready to throw out my trash, ignoring the loud smack I knew had been inflicted upon Miroku's face. What an idiot.
Something stopped me from my trek toward the school. A hand to my face. I stopped dead in my tracks and face. . .her.
She had tears in her eyes, I didn't know why. She stood there, her hand cocked for another slap. I grabbed her wrists before she could inflict any more pain.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, girl?!" I yelled, out of sheer surprise, not anger.
She wretched her hands out of my grip and kicked at me, luckily she missed. She had pointed shoes on.
She glared up at me and I a little startled by the fierceness. She hadn't ran and that surprised me even more then the slap.
"You jerk! How could you do such a thing?!" she yelled. I felt everyone's eyes on us but I was more intent on hearing what the hell I did.
"Wha--." I started to say but she got in my face. I felt very uncomfortable.
"You started a battle! Now I'll never get away form Naraku! All because you punched him in the nose!" she yelled. I swallowed. Shit! Just what I was trying to avoid!
But I kept my cool and took a step back. I really didn't feel like having my head bit off.
"Listen, I punched that guy out of defense, he was bugging me." Okay, maybe that really didn't make sense. Technically he hadn't done ANYTHING to me, just pissed me off.
She raised an eyebrow. I guess she noticed my blunder. "He was bugging YOU? I t-thought you said. . ." she trailed off and looked at the ground, totally unaware of the audience around her.
"That I was protecting you?" I asked, finishing her sentence. I received a nod. I swallowed again. My reputation was shot if our audience thought THAT of me. "Yeah right." I thought up something quickly. "You're just a loudmouthed annoying supermodel. Why would I want to save YOU?"
She looked up angrily. "I'm so sorry it had to be like that!" she retorted angrily. Tears were still in her eyes and I had the urge to dash them away for her. Why? I have no clue.
"And anyway, I can understand his lust for you. I mean, every guy's gotta break loose sometimes, right? I mean, since he thinks you're hot and stuff I guess he can't help but think like that." I think I just shot my mouth off.
She slapped me again, harder then before. My head snapped to the side and I could feel one of my teeth wiggle a bit.
Everything was silent and everything stood still, our positions, our expressions.
"Lust and torture are TWO different things!" she yelled and stormed away, a flock of her gang trailing behind her.
One girl stayed behind though and stood above me.
I was frozen in my shocked position. I hadn't been struck that hard for years, ever since the gang fights I used to get in with Miroku in Hiroshima.
The crowd cleared and it was just me and the girl, Miroku had gone apologizing to me and running off.
"Must hurt, Inuyasha-san." She finally spoke. She knelt by my stricken face, still in it's twisted form, only now I had slid to my knees. She poked my red cheek. "You deserved it though." She said and smiled.
I fell backwards. "Yeah, so what? It ain't my fault I was cursed with a pride that won't let me talk."
"What's that supposed 'ta mean?" she had an accent, a Kansai accent. I finally got a good look at her as she climbed on top of me and looked down at me, bleached blonde hair falling onto the grass right next to my ear, mingling with my own black hair. "Y'know, now I wonder why Kag-chan doesn't dump that Naraku fella and hook up with 'ya." She smiled a soft smile and I could see Kagome in her face. "But where would the consolation of her older sister come in?"
I was confused and embarrassed by the position she had me in. "I-I don't k- know what you're talking about." I stuttered unintentionally but my blush was making me screwed up.
She touched my tender cheek, lightly this time like a feather, and jumped up and away from me.
I sat up quickly and backed away from her. For some reason that position only brought embarrassment not lust. I hadn't noticed this revelation until way later.
I recovered, luckily, and looked suspiciously at her.
"Who are you anyway?" I asked.
She blinked then laughed. "I'm sorry, I just came onto you without telling you my name." She crawled over to me but I scooted back. She held out her hand. "I'm Fuuka, Kagome-chan's ex-stepsister." She smiled. "We keep in touch."
I shook her hand then looked away, I didn't want to look into her eyes. They looked too much like Kagome's.
"Oh! Y'know Kag-chan's boyfriend?" she asked in a very gossipy, accented, high-pitched voice.
"Unfortunately." I said as I folded my arms and stared off into space, any place AWAY from those eyes.
"The match is on Sunday, no weapons, weigh-in is at 12:00, fight is at 3:00." She informed me.
I whipped around to meet her closed-eye smile. "What do you mean fight? You mean against that Naraku bastard?" I growled his name.
"Yep. A boxing match 'ta be more specific. Man, you gotta lose some weight if 'yer gonna make the weigh-in." she stood and wiped her tan colored vest, adjusted her red and black plaid pleated skirt and twirled the red tie around the collar of the white button down shirt she wore under everything around her finger. "You better be there or Kag-chan'll murder someone." She winked and turned on her heel. "By the way, read Minus the Drama Mag. You'll see my sis on the cover." She waved and went on her way.
I sat still and tapped my fingers to my arms, wondering if I should run from the fight or just lose the weight and be done with it. I chose the courageous option.
Oh well, here's to a ramen-less week!
*--*--*
I picked up the magazine Fuuka had told me about and sure enough there was Kagome looking 25 and sexy instead bratty and 17. She was holding her hair up in a bun with one hand, bobby pins sticking out of her mouth, and her other hand was near her hip hugging jeans, a finger hooked through the belt hooks.
"The guy's a master. Caught her great essence, don't you think, sir?" an old voice asked next to me. I turned toward the old woman that was looking over my shoulder at the cover. She looked 90, but I wasn't complaining, so did my cousin.
"Right." I said made to put the magazine back. The granny grabbed my hand and shoved it into my jacket and pushed me down the street, forcing me to run. "Wha-What the hell do you think you're going, granny?!" I yelled at her.
She jumped on my shoulders and I wobbled a bit. "On ward hoe my good fella! Off to the stupid of my idol!" and she kicked me! She kicked me like I was a friggen horse!
And thus started my journey with the Number 1 fan of Kagome the supermodel.
*--*--*--*
Hee! This was fun to write! Crazy granny has entered the story! And thus the startling model shoot begins!
Don't know what I'm talkin' bout, just wait till the next chappie ^^
Next chapter:
Chapter 3: Playboy? : Inuyasha