Alright! An update! Woo hoo! YAY!
Okay, I'm done. Yes, I know, it's been ages. I'm a terrible person. But I have this whole long list of reasons that I'm NOT telling you, so you should be grateful! . if that made any sense. It probably didn't. I'm in a weird mood today, as anyone who's talked to me today will know. So I'm gonna spare you and shut up. Here's the chapter!
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Kagome stared at Inuyasha's motionless form with keen interest. She wondered how long he could hold his breath, or if he'd found a way to breathe while stuffing his face in her pillow. He was spread out across her bed, taking so much of it that she had to set across from him on a little rocking chair a nurse had once brought up for her mom.
As if sensing her eyes on him, he shifted uncomfortably, letting his face sink even deeper into the pillow as her stuffed his arms under it for levitation. At the end of the bed, his feet began to rub against each other, letting her know the full extent of his boredom. Stubbornly, he still refused to let even the teeniest bit of light find it's way into his line of vision.
Kagome was starting to get a cramp. She wasn't sure just how long she'd been sitting in that chair, but it wasn't designed for someone to lean forward for long periods of time. To maintain her position, she'd had to physically stop the chair from rocking backwards, putting even more of a strain on her back.
The clock was starting to get to her too. She hadn't noticed it before, but once Inuyasha had stuck his head in her pillow, every little thing had been more exaggerated than normal. It was driving her crazy. The clock wouldn't shut up. The light was making some incessant buzzing noise. The rocking chair creaked loudly every time her control on its position slipped. She couldn't take it anymore!
"Just because you're not looking at the clock doesn't mean it's not time for you to go to Myoga's room." She said finally, in an annoying sisterly way. "In fact, you're ten minutes late."
With some effort, he managed to lift his head out of her pillow. "You ruined it!" He glared. "If you hadn't opened your big fat mouth than I could have stalled for a bit longer and say I'd lost track of the time!"
She stared at him. "Is stuffing your ugly face in my bed THAT much better than talking to some old guy?" Her voice seemed to blend in a mixture of incredulity and annoyance. "Because I'VE been bored out of my mind for the past twenty minutes."
He groaned as he rolled over on his side, hugging the pillow to him. "You don't understand." He began, but stopped, staring at her contemplatively. "Well . . . Have you ever been so bored you just wanna scream? Or pick something up and throw it?"
"If the past half hour counts, than yes." She answered dryly. "Of course, I opted to talk rather than scream and throw my rocking chair at you, as tempting as that idea was."
"Thanks ever so." His response was just as dry. "I, on the other hand, don't HAVE your amazing sense of control. If I go into that guys room and he's not watching pro football or listening to something other than 80's, than I'm going to go postal on him."
She giggled at the image. "I can just see it. 'Teenage Boy Beats Poor Old Man Senseless: "I couldn't help myself," he claimed. "He was just so BORING."'." She laughed again. "That would be hilarious!"
"And it would do wonder's for my after school activities, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow and she got his point.
She smiled at him. "How about I walk with you. That way I can peek inside and warn you if he is just too boring. Does that sound fair?"
"Better yet," He jumped off the bed, letting the pillow fall, and grabbed both of her hands in his. "How about you go and make some excuse for me? Like, 'He'd love to come, but his mom called and his dog just got ran over' or something."
She rolled her eyes. "That's an old enough excuse that Myoga is SURE to have heard of it. He probably USED it at one point."
"Fine." He crossed his arms. "You come up with an idea than."
She waved her arms in front of her, as if pushing away his words. "No way. You're not getting me that easy. Why do I have to put ANY effort into getting you out of something?"
He hesitated. "Because I have more cherry bombs?"
Her eyes shone. "You do?"
"No." He hung his head. "But if I did, I bet you'd help me."
She shrugged. "But you don't, so what does it matter." He shot her a mock glare and turned towards the door. She waited until he'd left before racing to the door. At the sound of retreating footsteps she hurriedly opened the door and called out to him. "Fine, but only because I'm dying of boredom."
He surprised her by being right in front of her. He'd only been pretending to walk away. "Who says I'll hang out with you? What's to stop me from going home?"
She didn't even have to say anything. The look in her eyes was enough to make him change his mind. "OR, I could hang out for a couple hours. There's nothing to do at my house anyway."
She nodded, all threats gone from her eyes. "Sounds like a plan to me. So where's his room?"
For a second he looked utterly confused. Than his entire face lit up. "I don't know!" He grinned wildly. "My teacher never told me!" He looked so completely happy that Kagome hated to burst his bubble.
Maybe hate's too strong of a word . . .
"Ask a nurse, genius." She tweaked the end of his hair for emphasis. "They keep records of that kind of thing."
He looked at her, and than stared some more. "You suck." He said finally. "You totally suck."
"I try!" She smiled warmly at him, her eyes dancing in mockery. "It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it. Especially when it comes to you and your ego."
He continued as if he hadn't heard her. "FIRST you tell me when it's time to go, thereby foiling my plans of being so late I wouldn't even have bothered to go! THAN you find ways for me to go out of MY way to get to a place I don't want to go!"
She placed one finger on her bottom lip, as if in thought. "Gee, when you put it that way . . ."
"I hate you." He said it so simply she didn't have to worry about there being any truth to it. "I really really hate you."
"That's good to know!" She smiled up at him before turning and walking down the hall.
"Hey!" She ignored him and kept walking. "HEY!" She stopped, turning around slowly as if he didn't even deserve that much attention from her. She raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Where are you going?" He hastened to catch up, glaring at her for leaving him mid rant.
"To the nurses station. To ask where your friend is staying." She whirled again, quickening her pace. "You're late as it is, you'd better hurry." He caught up enough to look her in the eye. Sure enough, she was laughing at him.
"You're getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to stop and meet his gaze.
"Yeah, so?" She grinned up at him impishly. "And I have to admit, I'm dying to see what this guy looks like." She paused. "You know, before you kill him and all."
He stuck his tongue out at her. "Maybe I'll kill you first." He said bitterly, crossing his arms as they both continued down the hall. She just winked at him, completely unfazed.
When they reached the desk, Kagome shot a glance at him to make sure he wasn't going to make the first move before approaching the counter. "Hi! Do you know what room Mr. Myoga is staying in?"
The nurse glanced at her. "Why do you need to know that, Miss Higurashi?" She asked, returning her attention to the monitor in front of her.
"Oh! It's not for me." If anything, Kagome's smile grew bigger. "It's for my friend."
The nurse glanced up sharply. "Friend?" Her voice was skeptical, sparking more than a bit of curiosity in Inuyasha. She gave him a cursory glance. "Room 39A" She said finally. "I gave him lunch today." She added, as way of an explanation for knowing his room number. "But be careful!" She called out as they started to walk away. "He doesn't like people much."
Inuyasha snorted, but Kagome looked curious. "Why would they send someone like YOU to someone who didn't like people?" She demanded, following him towards the hall labeled "A".
"Because of my charming personality?" He gave her his most fake smile.
"You don't fool me Mr." She retorted. "You don't have a charming bone in your body. They probably figure that after you, any other human being would seem like great company!"
"Ha ha." He said sarcastically. He looked at her, not bothering to phrase his question gently. "Why did the nurse seemed surprised that you had a friend?"
She shrugged. "People hate hospitals."
"So none of your friends visit you?" He was genuinely shocked. He figured someone like her, all clean cut and everything, ran a whole bunch of charity clubs. The kind of people who would be friends with her should LOVE hospitals.
"It's not a big deal." She shrugged again. He didn't push it. They reached Myoga's room and with a signal from Inuyasha, Kagome pushed the door open and peeked inside. Instantly she clapped a hand over her mouth, pulling her head back outside before shutting the door.
She bit her lip as she pulled her hand away from her mouth, laughter etched in every corner of her face. "He meets every qualification." She managed. Curious, he opened the door for himself and groaned.
"You could still save me." He pleaded.
"Oh no." Her eyes danced. "Not when he's such a perfect match for you." She gave him a little wave. "Have fun!" With that she was gone.
Inuyasha sighed and resigned himself to watching football and listening to music. That is, women's football and some screechy sound emitting from a radio that he 'assumed' was music.
"Hi." He opened the door. "I'm Inuyasha."
The scream that emitted from the occupant's mouth left serious doubts in Inuyasha's mind over whether or not Mr. Myoga was a Mr. at all.
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Okay, so it wasn't the most EXCITING chapter, but that's cuz I had to get it over with. The next chapter will have scenes with other ppl now. Anyways. SORRY again for the long time between updates! Do you like me spacing the paragraphs this way or not? I just thought I'd try it out.
Okay, I'm done. Yes, I know, it's been ages. I'm a terrible person. But I have this whole long list of reasons that I'm NOT telling you, so you should be grateful! . if that made any sense. It probably didn't. I'm in a weird mood today, as anyone who's talked to me today will know. So I'm gonna spare you and shut up. Here's the chapter!
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Kagome stared at Inuyasha's motionless form with keen interest. She wondered how long he could hold his breath, or if he'd found a way to breathe while stuffing his face in her pillow. He was spread out across her bed, taking so much of it that she had to set across from him on a little rocking chair a nurse had once brought up for her mom.
As if sensing her eyes on him, he shifted uncomfortably, letting his face sink even deeper into the pillow as her stuffed his arms under it for levitation. At the end of the bed, his feet began to rub against each other, letting her know the full extent of his boredom. Stubbornly, he still refused to let even the teeniest bit of light find it's way into his line of vision.
Kagome was starting to get a cramp. She wasn't sure just how long she'd been sitting in that chair, but it wasn't designed for someone to lean forward for long periods of time. To maintain her position, she'd had to physically stop the chair from rocking backwards, putting even more of a strain on her back.
The clock was starting to get to her too. She hadn't noticed it before, but once Inuyasha had stuck his head in her pillow, every little thing had been more exaggerated than normal. It was driving her crazy. The clock wouldn't shut up. The light was making some incessant buzzing noise. The rocking chair creaked loudly every time her control on its position slipped. She couldn't take it anymore!
"Just because you're not looking at the clock doesn't mean it's not time for you to go to Myoga's room." She said finally, in an annoying sisterly way. "In fact, you're ten minutes late."
With some effort, he managed to lift his head out of her pillow. "You ruined it!" He glared. "If you hadn't opened your big fat mouth than I could have stalled for a bit longer and say I'd lost track of the time!"
She stared at him. "Is stuffing your ugly face in my bed THAT much better than talking to some old guy?" Her voice seemed to blend in a mixture of incredulity and annoyance. "Because I'VE been bored out of my mind for the past twenty minutes."
He groaned as he rolled over on his side, hugging the pillow to him. "You don't understand." He began, but stopped, staring at her contemplatively. "Well . . . Have you ever been so bored you just wanna scream? Or pick something up and throw it?"
"If the past half hour counts, than yes." She answered dryly. "Of course, I opted to talk rather than scream and throw my rocking chair at you, as tempting as that idea was."
"Thanks ever so." His response was just as dry. "I, on the other hand, don't HAVE your amazing sense of control. If I go into that guys room and he's not watching pro football or listening to something other than 80's, than I'm going to go postal on him."
She giggled at the image. "I can just see it. 'Teenage Boy Beats Poor Old Man Senseless: "I couldn't help myself," he claimed. "He was just so BORING."'." She laughed again. "That would be hilarious!"
"And it would do wonder's for my after school activities, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow and she got his point.
She smiled at him. "How about I walk with you. That way I can peek inside and warn you if he is just too boring. Does that sound fair?"
"Better yet," He jumped off the bed, letting the pillow fall, and grabbed both of her hands in his. "How about you go and make some excuse for me? Like, 'He'd love to come, but his mom called and his dog just got ran over' or something."
She rolled her eyes. "That's an old enough excuse that Myoga is SURE to have heard of it. He probably USED it at one point."
"Fine." He crossed his arms. "You come up with an idea than."
She waved her arms in front of her, as if pushing away his words. "No way. You're not getting me that easy. Why do I have to put ANY effort into getting you out of something?"
He hesitated. "Because I have more cherry bombs?"
Her eyes shone. "You do?"
"No." He hung his head. "But if I did, I bet you'd help me."
She shrugged. "But you don't, so what does it matter." He shot her a mock glare and turned towards the door. She waited until he'd left before racing to the door. At the sound of retreating footsteps she hurriedly opened the door and called out to him. "Fine, but only because I'm dying of boredom."
He surprised her by being right in front of her. He'd only been pretending to walk away. "Who says I'll hang out with you? What's to stop me from going home?"
She didn't even have to say anything. The look in her eyes was enough to make him change his mind. "OR, I could hang out for a couple hours. There's nothing to do at my house anyway."
She nodded, all threats gone from her eyes. "Sounds like a plan to me. So where's his room?"
For a second he looked utterly confused. Than his entire face lit up. "I don't know!" He grinned wildly. "My teacher never told me!" He looked so completely happy that Kagome hated to burst his bubble.
Maybe hate's too strong of a word . . .
"Ask a nurse, genius." She tweaked the end of his hair for emphasis. "They keep records of that kind of thing."
He looked at her, and than stared some more. "You suck." He said finally. "You totally suck."
"I try!" She smiled warmly at him, her eyes dancing in mockery. "It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it. Especially when it comes to you and your ego."
He continued as if he hadn't heard her. "FIRST you tell me when it's time to go, thereby foiling my plans of being so late I wouldn't even have bothered to go! THAN you find ways for me to go out of MY way to get to a place I don't want to go!"
She placed one finger on her bottom lip, as if in thought. "Gee, when you put it that way . . ."
"I hate you." He said it so simply she didn't have to worry about there being any truth to it. "I really really hate you."
"That's good to know!" She smiled up at him before turning and walking down the hall.
"Hey!" She ignored him and kept walking. "HEY!" She stopped, turning around slowly as if he didn't even deserve that much attention from her. She raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Where are you going?" He hastened to catch up, glaring at her for leaving him mid rant.
"To the nurses station. To ask where your friend is staying." She whirled again, quickening her pace. "You're late as it is, you'd better hurry." He caught up enough to look her in the eye. Sure enough, she was laughing at him.
"You're getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to stop and meet his gaze.
"Yeah, so?" She grinned up at him impishly. "And I have to admit, I'm dying to see what this guy looks like." She paused. "You know, before you kill him and all."
He stuck his tongue out at her. "Maybe I'll kill you first." He said bitterly, crossing his arms as they both continued down the hall. She just winked at him, completely unfazed.
When they reached the desk, Kagome shot a glance at him to make sure he wasn't going to make the first move before approaching the counter. "Hi! Do you know what room Mr. Myoga is staying in?"
The nurse glanced at her. "Why do you need to know that, Miss Higurashi?" She asked, returning her attention to the monitor in front of her.
"Oh! It's not for me." If anything, Kagome's smile grew bigger. "It's for my friend."
The nurse glanced up sharply. "Friend?" Her voice was skeptical, sparking more than a bit of curiosity in Inuyasha. She gave him a cursory glance. "Room 39A" She said finally. "I gave him lunch today." She added, as way of an explanation for knowing his room number. "But be careful!" She called out as they started to walk away. "He doesn't like people much."
Inuyasha snorted, but Kagome looked curious. "Why would they send someone like YOU to someone who didn't like people?" She demanded, following him towards the hall labeled "A".
"Because of my charming personality?" He gave her his most fake smile.
"You don't fool me Mr." She retorted. "You don't have a charming bone in your body. They probably figure that after you, any other human being would seem like great company!"
"Ha ha." He said sarcastically. He looked at her, not bothering to phrase his question gently. "Why did the nurse seemed surprised that you had a friend?"
She shrugged. "People hate hospitals."
"So none of your friends visit you?" He was genuinely shocked. He figured someone like her, all clean cut and everything, ran a whole bunch of charity clubs. The kind of people who would be friends with her should LOVE hospitals.
"It's not a big deal." She shrugged again. He didn't push it. They reached Myoga's room and with a signal from Inuyasha, Kagome pushed the door open and peeked inside. Instantly she clapped a hand over her mouth, pulling her head back outside before shutting the door.
She bit her lip as she pulled her hand away from her mouth, laughter etched in every corner of her face. "He meets every qualification." She managed. Curious, he opened the door for himself and groaned.
"You could still save me." He pleaded.
"Oh no." Her eyes danced. "Not when he's such a perfect match for you." She gave him a little wave. "Have fun!" With that she was gone.
Inuyasha sighed and resigned himself to watching football and listening to music. That is, women's football and some screechy sound emitting from a radio that he 'assumed' was music.
"Hi." He opened the door. "I'm Inuyasha."
The scream that emitted from the occupant's mouth left serious doubts in Inuyasha's mind over whether or not Mr. Myoga was a Mr. at all.
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Okay, so it wasn't the most EXCITING chapter, but that's cuz I had to get it over with. The next chapter will have scenes with other ppl now. Anyways. SORRY again for the long time between updates! Do you like me spacing the paragraphs this way or not? I just thought I'd try it out.