Hey!!!! My aunt is visiting from CA today! So be grateful for an update,
lol! ;o) I'm glad I'm updating though, it's really nice to write sometimes.
I'm sitting here, listening to my music (Avril Lavigne, Linkin Park,
Staind, Three Days Grace, Evanescence and others. It's really REALLY
great!) I love it! Just me and my music and my computer. And my parents
wonder why I can spend hours in my room. *shakes head* honestly. Lol,
Anyway, enjoy the update!
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Inuyasha glowered dangerously as he strode down the halls of Tokyo's finest hospital. His so-called friends had ditched him as soon as Mr. Ishida had shown up. Apparently he needed to be 'escorted' to the patients rooms so as not to cause trouble. Okay, so the cherry bombs he and his friends had planned for the waiting room was out.
" . . . You'll be seeing Mr. Takashi first, instead of Mr. Myoga like I told you yesterday." His teacher was talking. Inuyasha struggled to focus on something other than his plans for the unsuspecting inhabitants of the hospital. "Apparently, the nurses have had some trouble getting him to accept a visitor, even though he has both the staffs and my assurances," He stressed the word. "That you will be on your best behavior. His condition other than the ailments that go with a man of his age, include an extreme fear of pretty much everything. We're hoping that being around another person for a prolonged period of time will prove therapeutic for him." He gave Inuyasha a warning look. "So don't mess this up."
"Who me?" He blinked his eyes innocently, flashing his teacher a mocking smile. "I wouldn't dream of it."
The look his teacher shot him was less than reassured, but before he could further rebuke his student they reached their destination. "Alright." Mr. Ishida adjusted Inuyasha's shirt, as if it would make the ensemble of baggy jeans and a skater T-shirt more presentable. "It's down this hallway, room 32B, got it?"
Inuyasha shrugged, noncommittally. "Yeah, sure."
"Inuyasha," He began, lifting his finger as if threatening the youth.
"I said I got it!" His amber eyes flashed. "I'll be a good little boy, now run along."
The teacher sighed and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "Against my better judgement, I leave you to your task."
"Do all teachers talk funny, or just you?" Inuyasha cocked his head, as if in deep thought.
"Ha ha." The expression on the older man's face was less than amused. "I'll be back to pick you up at seven thirty." He paused before continuing, to make sure Inuyasha was paying attention. "And you'd better have a glowing report from both the nurses and patients alike."
"Ooh. I'm so scared. Weren't you leaving?" If anything, the boy got ruder as conversations progressed. Maybe sticking him in a building full of sick people wasn't the best idea . . .
"Yes. Good luck." He tried to make the words as ominous as possible. The sneer on his student's face told him he'd failed miserably. With a sense of foreboding, he turned and walked out of the hospital, casting the personnel pitying looks that left them more than slightly confused.
Inuyasha peeked to make sure his teacher was really gone before starting down the hallway. The last thing he wanted was a stalker involved with the school system. Taking his time, he strolled down the halls, peeking into various rooms as he passed them. The sight of so many old people made him more uncomfortable than he cared to admit. It wasn't that he was really disgusted with them or anything, that was something Kouga would feel. He just didn't know how he was supposed to act around people who were pretty much just waiting to die. Their lives had to be SO boring, and if there was one thing Inuyasha Taishou couldn't stand, it was boredom.
Blinking his eyes, he forced himself to scan the room numbers. By the time he came to 32B he was already dying to get out of there. No pun intended. Schooling his features to be slightly less confrontational than normal, if only to get the 'glowing report' that would get him out of there for good, he knocked on the door.
"Mr. Takashi?" There was no answer and he growled in irritation. "Mr. Takashi! Are you there?" He banged the door a little harder than necessary.
"Are you family?" The voice was feminine, and decidedly younger than what he would have expected at a hospital. He turned around, not particularly caring whom he was talking to.
"No." He snorted, but stopped short as he caught sight of his companion. "Uh . . . do you work here?" He was at loss for words and didn't like it, but nothing could have prepared him for finding someone like her in a place like this. She stood just past his chin, her lithe form clothed in a modified white hospital gown that hugged her every curve. It was shorter than was standard, her long legs in full few, leaving her movements unimpeded.
She laughed and shook her head, causing several dark strands to fall across her eyes. "You couldn't pay me to work here." She scrunched her nose. "Well, you probably could, but it would have to be a lot."
"Yeah." He stepped away from the door, moving closer to her. She was standing in the center of the doorway of room 33A he noticed distractedly. "Do you know where he is?" He was glad there was someone normal he could pump for information.
"Yeah." She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "But if you're not a relative, why do you need to know?" He glanced at her sharply, relaxing once he was sure that she wasn't trying to make him look stupid.
"My stupid school thinks I'll 'value life more' if I spend time with old people." He snorted, letting her know just what he thought of that idea. "So I have to spend time with both him and a Mr. Myoga."
She nodded slowly, as if deep in thought. "You sound really happy about it."
"I'm ecstatic."
The dryness of his voice made her laugh out loud and he felt unreasonably pleased with himself. He had always been popular with the girls at his school, but it was more of a 'smile' equals 'swoon' deal. He kinda liked having a normal conversation with a girl.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but Takahashi transferred hospitals this morning. We're going to have to manage our poor meaningless lives without him." She added, placing a hand over her heart in mockery.
"You didn't like him." He was guessing, but was pretty sure he knew the answer.
She rolled her eyes. "The man insulted everyone and everything, and if you actually did everything right the first time, he'd take it as a personal insult. I'm surprised the staff isn't throwing a party now that he's gone."
Inuyasha chuckled, comfortably enjoying himself. "He was that bad, huh?"
"Yes." She said decisively. "He was that bad." She cocked her head. "So what exactly did you DO in high school? If they tried to load you with Takahashi you must have been evil incarnate."
"To the principal, I probably was." He grinned back at her, shrugging as he continued. "The clincher was when I let off fireworks from the school roof. Apparently, that makes me suicidal."
Her eyes widened, but not for the reasons he had expected. "That's so awesome! Did you do it at night or during the day?"
"Day." He continued hurriedly, glad to have someone new who appreciated his accomplishments. "It was during the lunch hour, and they went everywhere!" He gestured with his arms, throwing them as far as he could manage and she clapped her hands delightedly.
"I'd have died!" She laughed, shaking her head. "I'd have laughed so hard it'd kill me."
"Why weren't you there?" He questioned, eyeing her critically. "What high school do you go to?"
"Oh." She flushed slightly, almost guiltily. "I home school. If I let off fireworks from MY roof, I'd be stuck with worse than hospital duty!" He laughed with her and ran a hand through his hair.
"So what about Mr. Myoga? Has he transferred too? If I luck out maybe I can just ditch this place." He glanced around the hospital in obvious distaste.
"Am I boring you that bad?" She teased. "He's actually here still, but good luck with that, the man's scared of his own shadow . . . like it'll talk back to him or something."
Inuyasha groaned. "Is there anyone 'normal' in this hospital?"
"Me?" She made it sound like a question, but managed to avoid waiting for his answer. "What do you expect, you're supposed to be getting punished."
He glared at her. "Whose side are you on?" He demanded, smiling slightly with the corners of his mouth.
"My own." He laughed at the tone of voice she used. "Myoga's still in therapy though, so what are you gonna do for the next couple of hours? Hang around here?"
His face immediately took on a panicked look as he glanced around furtively. "I don't suppose you have any plans for the next few hours?" He gave her the grin that melted most girls.
She didn't melt, but she did laugh. "Wow, I feel SO special. As a matter of fact, I am bored out of my mind, which is why I came up to talk to a complete stranger."
"That's dangerous you know." He admonished in a fatherly voice. "I could have kidnapped you."
She nodded wisely. "Yes. There's no way a building full of doctors, nurses, and security guards would stop you as I kicked and screamed in your grasp. How foolish of me."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were mocking me." His voice held a false note of severity in it.
"What grade are you in again?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
"You're not funny." He informed her, hiding his smirk.
"You're just too stupid to get the joke." She replied, placing a hand on his arm to pull him with her back into her room. "I need to get out of the hallway before the nurses see me." She explained, shutting the door behind him.
He nodded condescendingly. "It's okay if you just wanted to be alone in a room with me. All the girls do."
She gaped at him for a full minute before smacking him. "You're horrible!" But she was laughing.
He rubbed his arm. "Wench! That hurt!" It didn't, but oh well.
"At least you're in the right place!" He looked up and grinned as he met her gaze.
"I wonder if I'd get a discount for getting injured on hospital grounds." He mused, pretending to be deep in thought.
"Idiot." She teased, heading over to a counter. "Do you want to listen to some music?"
"You're allowed to do that in a hospital?" He was surprised. He'd thought you weren't allowed to do anything fun at all around sick people.
"Nope!" The smile she flashed him was positively devilish. "But if I stick a chair under the door," She gestured behind him with her hand. "Than it'll take a full five minutes and about twenty seconds before the nurses can force their way in. Plenty of time for at least one song."
He gaped at her before laughing out loud. "Alright, what do you have?" He strode across the room and positioned himself beside her so he could read the labels over her shoulder.
"Practically everything. I guess you could say I'm obsessed. I think I'm in the mood for some Linkin Park." She decided, pulling out the CD and climbing under her bed. Inuyasha watched in confusion as she pulled out a rectangular shape and opened it up to reveal a boom box. "They'd have taken it from me by now if I didn't hide it." She explained, grinning impishly.
He nodded, in perfect understanding. "Makes sense. Do you have the new Linkin Park?"
"Yup!" She held up the case proudly. "My favorite song on there is 'Run Away'. Do you like them?"
"Who doesn't" He answered, taking the case from her as she popped the CD into the player. She was about to press play but stopped when her finger was a mere inches away.
"Oops!" She quickly strode across the room. "I almost forgot the chair!" He watched in amusement as she positioned the chair behind the door, studying it until it fit just right. "There we go!"
She found the right number and hit play, not even hesitating before cranking the volume to as loud as it can go.
He listened in enjoyment, watching her take in the music out of the corner of his eye. "What are you going to do when they catch you with a guy in your room?" He vocalized the question as soon as it occurred to him.
"I've already thought of that." She dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. "There's a ledge outside my window you can wait on."
He nodded, not really believing her. "Cool."
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THE END! Of the chapter. Could have been longer, but in case I didn't let you know, I've just started a job. I'm a full time college student AND I'm working 27 and a half hours a week. I'm going CRAZY! I'm so busy I can't even eat all the time. I've lost like 8 pounds just from my now hectic schedule. I DID eat today (a lot, I might add) and even had time to update! I wish every day could be like this *sigh*. Oh well, until the next time I get some free time!!!! I love y'all! And let me know what you think!
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Inuyasha glowered dangerously as he strode down the halls of Tokyo's finest hospital. His so-called friends had ditched him as soon as Mr. Ishida had shown up. Apparently he needed to be 'escorted' to the patients rooms so as not to cause trouble. Okay, so the cherry bombs he and his friends had planned for the waiting room was out.
" . . . You'll be seeing Mr. Takashi first, instead of Mr. Myoga like I told you yesterday." His teacher was talking. Inuyasha struggled to focus on something other than his plans for the unsuspecting inhabitants of the hospital. "Apparently, the nurses have had some trouble getting him to accept a visitor, even though he has both the staffs and my assurances," He stressed the word. "That you will be on your best behavior. His condition other than the ailments that go with a man of his age, include an extreme fear of pretty much everything. We're hoping that being around another person for a prolonged period of time will prove therapeutic for him." He gave Inuyasha a warning look. "So don't mess this up."
"Who me?" He blinked his eyes innocently, flashing his teacher a mocking smile. "I wouldn't dream of it."
The look his teacher shot him was less than reassured, but before he could further rebuke his student they reached their destination. "Alright." Mr. Ishida adjusted Inuyasha's shirt, as if it would make the ensemble of baggy jeans and a skater T-shirt more presentable. "It's down this hallway, room 32B, got it?"
Inuyasha shrugged, noncommittally. "Yeah, sure."
"Inuyasha," He began, lifting his finger as if threatening the youth.
"I said I got it!" His amber eyes flashed. "I'll be a good little boy, now run along."
The teacher sighed and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "Against my better judgement, I leave you to your task."
"Do all teachers talk funny, or just you?" Inuyasha cocked his head, as if in deep thought.
"Ha ha." The expression on the older man's face was less than amused. "I'll be back to pick you up at seven thirty." He paused before continuing, to make sure Inuyasha was paying attention. "And you'd better have a glowing report from both the nurses and patients alike."
"Ooh. I'm so scared. Weren't you leaving?" If anything, the boy got ruder as conversations progressed. Maybe sticking him in a building full of sick people wasn't the best idea . . .
"Yes. Good luck." He tried to make the words as ominous as possible. The sneer on his student's face told him he'd failed miserably. With a sense of foreboding, he turned and walked out of the hospital, casting the personnel pitying looks that left them more than slightly confused.
Inuyasha peeked to make sure his teacher was really gone before starting down the hallway. The last thing he wanted was a stalker involved with the school system. Taking his time, he strolled down the halls, peeking into various rooms as he passed them. The sight of so many old people made him more uncomfortable than he cared to admit. It wasn't that he was really disgusted with them or anything, that was something Kouga would feel. He just didn't know how he was supposed to act around people who were pretty much just waiting to die. Their lives had to be SO boring, and if there was one thing Inuyasha Taishou couldn't stand, it was boredom.
Blinking his eyes, he forced himself to scan the room numbers. By the time he came to 32B he was already dying to get out of there. No pun intended. Schooling his features to be slightly less confrontational than normal, if only to get the 'glowing report' that would get him out of there for good, he knocked on the door.
"Mr. Takashi?" There was no answer and he growled in irritation. "Mr. Takashi! Are you there?" He banged the door a little harder than necessary.
"Are you family?" The voice was feminine, and decidedly younger than what he would have expected at a hospital. He turned around, not particularly caring whom he was talking to.
"No." He snorted, but stopped short as he caught sight of his companion. "Uh . . . do you work here?" He was at loss for words and didn't like it, but nothing could have prepared him for finding someone like her in a place like this. She stood just past his chin, her lithe form clothed in a modified white hospital gown that hugged her every curve. It was shorter than was standard, her long legs in full few, leaving her movements unimpeded.
She laughed and shook her head, causing several dark strands to fall across her eyes. "You couldn't pay me to work here." She scrunched her nose. "Well, you probably could, but it would have to be a lot."
"Yeah." He stepped away from the door, moving closer to her. She was standing in the center of the doorway of room 33A he noticed distractedly. "Do you know where he is?" He was glad there was someone normal he could pump for information.
"Yeah." She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "But if you're not a relative, why do you need to know?" He glanced at her sharply, relaxing once he was sure that she wasn't trying to make him look stupid.
"My stupid school thinks I'll 'value life more' if I spend time with old people." He snorted, letting her know just what he thought of that idea. "So I have to spend time with both him and a Mr. Myoga."
She nodded slowly, as if deep in thought. "You sound really happy about it."
"I'm ecstatic."
The dryness of his voice made her laugh out loud and he felt unreasonably pleased with himself. He had always been popular with the girls at his school, but it was more of a 'smile' equals 'swoon' deal. He kinda liked having a normal conversation with a girl.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but Takahashi transferred hospitals this morning. We're going to have to manage our poor meaningless lives without him." She added, placing a hand over her heart in mockery.
"You didn't like him." He was guessing, but was pretty sure he knew the answer.
She rolled her eyes. "The man insulted everyone and everything, and if you actually did everything right the first time, he'd take it as a personal insult. I'm surprised the staff isn't throwing a party now that he's gone."
Inuyasha chuckled, comfortably enjoying himself. "He was that bad, huh?"
"Yes." She said decisively. "He was that bad." She cocked her head. "So what exactly did you DO in high school? If they tried to load you with Takahashi you must have been evil incarnate."
"To the principal, I probably was." He grinned back at her, shrugging as he continued. "The clincher was when I let off fireworks from the school roof. Apparently, that makes me suicidal."
Her eyes widened, but not for the reasons he had expected. "That's so awesome! Did you do it at night or during the day?"
"Day." He continued hurriedly, glad to have someone new who appreciated his accomplishments. "It was during the lunch hour, and they went everywhere!" He gestured with his arms, throwing them as far as he could manage and she clapped her hands delightedly.
"I'd have died!" She laughed, shaking her head. "I'd have laughed so hard it'd kill me."
"Why weren't you there?" He questioned, eyeing her critically. "What high school do you go to?"
"Oh." She flushed slightly, almost guiltily. "I home school. If I let off fireworks from MY roof, I'd be stuck with worse than hospital duty!" He laughed with her and ran a hand through his hair.
"So what about Mr. Myoga? Has he transferred too? If I luck out maybe I can just ditch this place." He glanced around the hospital in obvious distaste.
"Am I boring you that bad?" She teased. "He's actually here still, but good luck with that, the man's scared of his own shadow . . . like it'll talk back to him or something."
Inuyasha groaned. "Is there anyone 'normal' in this hospital?"
"Me?" She made it sound like a question, but managed to avoid waiting for his answer. "What do you expect, you're supposed to be getting punished."
He glared at her. "Whose side are you on?" He demanded, smiling slightly with the corners of his mouth.
"My own." He laughed at the tone of voice she used. "Myoga's still in therapy though, so what are you gonna do for the next couple of hours? Hang around here?"
His face immediately took on a panicked look as he glanced around furtively. "I don't suppose you have any plans for the next few hours?" He gave her the grin that melted most girls.
She didn't melt, but she did laugh. "Wow, I feel SO special. As a matter of fact, I am bored out of my mind, which is why I came up to talk to a complete stranger."
"That's dangerous you know." He admonished in a fatherly voice. "I could have kidnapped you."
She nodded wisely. "Yes. There's no way a building full of doctors, nurses, and security guards would stop you as I kicked and screamed in your grasp. How foolish of me."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were mocking me." His voice held a false note of severity in it.
"What grade are you in again?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
"You're not funny." He informed her, hiding his smirk.
"You're just too stupid to get the joke." She replied, placing a hand on his arm to pull him with her back into her room. "I need to get out of the hallway before the nurses see me." She explained, shutting the door behind him.
He nodded condescendingly. "It's okay if you just wanted to be alone in a room with me. All the girls do."
She gaped at him for a full minute before smacking him. "You're horrible!" But she was laughing.
He rubbed his arm. "Wench! That hurt!" It didn't, but oh well.
"At least you're in the right place!" He looked up and grinned as he met her gaze.
"I wonder if I'd get a discount for getting injured on hospital grounds." He mused, pretending to be deep in thought.
"Idiot." She teased, heading over to a counter. "Do you want to listen to some music?"
"You're allowed to do that in a hospital?" He was surprised. He'd thought you weren't allowed to do anything fun at all around sick people.
"Nope!" The smile she flashed him was positively devilish. "But if I stick a chair under the door," She gestured behind him with her hand. "Than it'll take a full five minutes and about twenty seconds before the nurses can force their way in. Plenty of time for at least one song."
He gaped at her before laughing out loud. "Alright, what do you have?" He strode across the room and positioned himself beside her so he could read the labels over her shoulder.
"Practically everything. I guess you could say I'm obsessed. I think I'm in the mood for some Linkin Park." She decided, pulling out the CD and climbing under her bed. Inuyasha watched in confusion as she pulled out a rectangular shape and opened it up to reveal a boom box. "They'd have taken it from me by now if I didn't hide it." She explained, grinning impishly.
He nodded, in perfect understanding. "Makes sense. Do you have the new Linkin Park?"
"Yup!" She held up the case proudly. "My favorite song on there is 'Run Away'. Do you like them?"
"Who doesn't" He answered, taking the case from her as she popped the CD into the player. She was about to press play but stopped when her finger was a mere inches away.
"Oops!" She quickly strode across the room. "I almost forgot the chair!" He watched in amusement as she positioned the chair behind the door, studying it until it fit just right. "There we go!"
She found the right number and hit play, not even hesitating before cranking the volume to as loud as it can go.
He listened in enjoyment, watching her take in the music out of the corner of his eye. "What are you going to do when they catch you with a guy in your room?" He vocalized the question as soon as it occurred to him.
"I've already thought of that." She dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. "There's a ledge outside my window you can wait on."
He nodded, not really believing her. "Cool."
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THE END! Of the chapter. Could have been longer, but in case I didn't let you know, I've just started a job. I'm a full time college student AND I'm working 27 and a half hours a week. I'm going CRAZY! I'm so busy I can't even eat all the time. I've lost like 8 pounds just from my now hectic schedule. I DID eat today (a lot, I might add) and even had time to update! I wish every day could be like this *sigh*. Oh well, until the next time I get some free time!!!! I love y'all! And let me know what you think!