I know; this is the third chapter I've written at my grandparents. And my stomach was killing me while I wrote it, so it's short, too! That means you can take time out of your busy schedule to read it, because it's only half as long as some of the chapters. But, I'd APPRECIATE it if you would review it…do you hate me? Tell me.
Inuyasha doesn't belong to me. You want me to say something funny?
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Pa-link.
The stone sank quickly. Inuyasha scowled. Fifth rock in a row that wouldn't skip. What's with these rocks? He picked up another relatively smooth and flat rock, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it skipping across the lake. The sight of the rock, getting a good ten skips before sinking, didn't manage to alleviate his mood, though.
Inuyasha had always skipped stone when he was frustrated. Smashing rocks and getting them to skip across the water had always been relaxing for him, because he could remember having done it with his mother when he was young. Before she had died. His mother had enjoyed skipping rocks, and seeing her so happy had always relaxed him. The feeling still remained when he skipped the rocks, even though she wasn't with him anymore.
He frowned. He didn't get it. He didn't even know that girl too well, and her situation was upsetting him enough that the usual feeling he got from skipping the rocks wasn't coming. Instead of calming down, he was just thinking about the situation. Biiru was definitely a kind person. Nicer than he could ever be. He constantly gave her compliments, but not too often. He knew exactly how to act.
He was bothering Miroku, because Megan had, at first, been rather flirty with him. Miroku had always been that way with Sango, getting jealous whenever she even dared to talk to another guy. Of course, he had hid it from Sango, and taken it all out on Inuyasha, spending up to ten minutes ranting about it. Of course, Sango would always have a reason that had nothing to do with what Miroku ranted about, but he didn't seem to accept that.
Biiru had nicely-but firmly-told Megan he wasn't interested in her. She didn't seem to care at all, and Inuyasha had caught her whispering to Angela-which he could hear from fifty feet away-that her "attempts to distract him," had failed. So she wasn't interested in him at all. She merely was trying to help Ang.
But Miroku had still complained about it. Bitched and bitched about it until Inuyasha just couldn't take it anymore. He had left the small town, and come to try to calm himself with the rock-skipping. Which was failing.
He snarled. Damn girl! Even when I'm not there, she's so eminent that I can't get her out of my head! His snarl softened into a thoughtful frown. She reminds me of Kikyo. Not the way Kagome does. Kagome looks like her, and even if she doesn't know it, sometimes she acts the way Kikyo did before…before the Shikon jewel got caught in this. Before her spirit began to wander the world, looking for me. The Kikyo that I…
His snarled returned. No. What's gone is gone! I can never have Kikyo back unless I agree to let her soul drag me to hell! And…although, maybe that's what I want, it's not what I want as long as I could have Kagome or-
He blinked in confusion, all earlier signs of the anger in his face gone. Where did that come from? Kagome hates me. I think. And Angela…well, I don't know. She hasn't really…been reacting to me at all the past week. No matter what I do, it's like I don't exist. But I've caught her eyes when I'm saying something to her, or about her. She's been hurt from something. Either from Biiru being her, or something I did…must be Biiru. All I've done is mutter threats about the Shikon shard, and…and tell her that if Biiru bothers her so much, to make him go away.
He sighed. It was too confusing to deal with. To him, losing Kikyo was still a fresh wound. Yes, it had been fifty years to the rest of the world, but he had slept. Time had stood still for him. To him, no time had passed. The girl he had loved had sealed him, and then he was awoken by her re-incarnation. It had been a bitter blow from life.
If Kagome had at least tried to be nicer to him, to not sit him so often, and treat him like something other than a dog, than he would have been fine. But Kagome had been almost scared of him, and had abused the power of the rosary to humiliate him. She had acted nothing like Kikyo, who had been gentle and caring towards him, after he stopped mercilessly attacking the Shikon shard.
After all, Kikyo…we're the same, aren't we?
She had said that, once. That they were really the same people. Both lost and alone. He swallowed another lump in his throat. "Guess we were the same, Kikyo…damn it, why do I have to miss you so much?"
He could feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. No! I don't cry! I didn't cry when I heard Kikyo chose death over life, and I won't cry now because of that. I don't cry…
But all the same, he could feel the tears in his eyes.
Furious with himself, he dunked his head in the lake, in one fluid motion. When he pulled it back out, he took a deep breath. The shock of the cold water was definitely enough to jolt the tears right out of his eyes. Of course, the water was also cold enough to have given him a cold if he had been a human.
He sat back down, his wet hair dripping water all over his dry cloak. Well, it'll be wet soon enough. He shook his head, unconsciously acting just like a dog would. Although he didn't really dry off, it did get rid of some of the water that had been dripping into his eyes. So, what am I going to do? Obviously, all this un-action is making me emotional. So, we've got to do something. I don't even care what, but if I have to spend one more day with these people, I'll go crazy. And all I want is to…
He stood up, suddenly deciding what it wanted. "I'll get Kagome. She can come with me on a shard hunt."
He turned, and began walking to the well. It'll be something to do. Maybe I can convince Kagome to stop hating me. And…I don't know. But Angela is weighting on my mind too much. Being with someone else would be better.
The way she's been looking at me…I could start thinking she liked me if I wasn't careful. And if Shi tells her that she has to merge with Biiru, then she'll…she'd do it. She'd absolutely do it. She loves Shi too much to refuse to do anything she asked. It's best for her if she gets used to the idea. Better if she doesn't hope for anything between us.
Better for me.
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"Biiru…" Ang sighed. "Look, if Shi and Issey haven't made a deal yet, then there is no need for you to be hanging around. So, if you don't mind…"
"You know all that's stopping them right now is basically the fine print."
"…That really doesn't mean that you have to hang around. The deal could fall through. And if it does, then I'm not staying with you."
Biiru smiled a little. "Well, I suggest you give me a chance. Because, Issey and Shi have been working on a deal for…well, he said that they're tried to make a deal in the past, but it hadn't worked because of certain problems with the two Priests, because…well, at the time, they were both male, and the one had instable genes that couldn't be duplicated."
Ang's face managed to stay neutral. "How sad. Now I have to put up with the result?"
Biiru nodded. "Of course, you could always tell Shi you won't do it…"
"You know I won't do that."
"Well, if it's that important to you, you could. You've always said Shi is kind and merciful…"
Ang gulped. Shi was unusually kind for a goddess. Most gods were rather cruel at times to their Priests, since it was an honor to be allowed to be a Priest in the first place. Shi had always been nice to Angela, but she had never actually opposed her openly. Refusing to be with Biiru wouldn't be taken well by the black goddess. If she said she won't do it…Shi could either force her to, or, if she didn't want to force her, Shi could remove all of her Priestess powers, and let her resume life as a normal mortal, exactly the way she was now.
She shook her head. "I'd need a better reason than not liking you to go against My Lady's word."
Biiru shrugged. "Well, if that's what you want…"
"I didn't say I wanted it!"
Megan stirred her soup around with her spoon. Almost every time Biiru brought up the subject of the merger, Ang got angry and started only denying whatever he said, and saying she couldn't stand him. She, personally, thought Biiru was nice, and would have been fine with him…if it wasn't for Miroku. The thought of the monk drew a faint smile to her lips, even as she had to listen to Biiru try to calm Ang down.
Miroku had been weird, too. Megan could understand that, since she had been trying to get Biiru to stop following Ang by trying to get his attention in the best way she could think of-by flirting with him. It hadn't worked, though, because Biiru was too attracted to her. Don't know why. If some guy kept pushing me away, I wouldn't like him. Or if I did, I'd stop pretty quickly. Biiru must be really patient. And Ang is being just plain idiotic about pushing him away non-stop like this. He isn't going to be deterred by something like this. Why is she so opposed to this?
She spooned some of the soup Kaede had made into her mouth, and looked at the two. Biiru was trying to have a normal conversation, asking her about what she had been doing for the past few months. Ang was answering, but with mainly two or three words at a time. Megan sighed to herself.
She's so stubborn. Biiru would probably be good for her. So why can't she just open her eyes to the idea? She needs to get used to the idea of being with him. He's a good guy. He wouldn't just make sure the child would live and spilt. He has the decency to want to marry her if he actually does this. So what the hell is shutting her eyes to this? I can't think of a single reason that's wrong with it. Unless…
She looked closer at Ang. Her face would have seemed void of emotion if it wasn't for her eyes. They were…mixed. Anger was clear, probably directed at Biiru. But then…there was a look of sadness in her eyes. Like she was longing for something, and even though she missed it, it wasn't coming back. Or maybe…someone?
Does she already love someone? If that look is any indication of her true feelings, then he obviously didn't love her. I wonder who…she hasn't been giving anyone here looks. So, is it someone from her time? And if it is, why didn't she just stay in her time, where she had a chance?
She rolled her eyes. "No wonder guys don't get girls."
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Author: Uh…today, we're going to use our imagination…
Inuyasha: Wuzzat?
Author: …You're smarter than that, baka.
Inuyasha: I'm not a cow.
Author: Nani?! You're Japanese, you know that means idiot. Baka.
Inuyasha: Actually, it means cow. But it's generally accepted as idiot.
Author: …Shut up.
Inuyasha: So, why were we supposed to be using our imagination?
Author: Because, I'm too lazy to write anything funny. Not all of us have had their blood drawn recently, making them see things…
Inuyasha: …You and your complicated future technologies!
Author: *blink* Huh?
Inuyasha: First there's the gene thing, and now there's the blood drawing thing…I can draw my own blood, damn it!
Author: Don't curse.
Inuyasha: Give me a bunch of raspberries, something white, and stand back.
Author: …Demo…Inuyasha, matte.
Inuyasha: I will not wait for you!
Author: Drawing blood in this sense means losing blood.
Inuyasha: …Why didn't you say that earlier? Stupid all-seeing author…
Author: Be nice.
Inuyasha: Why?
Author: Because I don't think you'll enjoy being turned into a cute little puppy again.
Inuyasha: At least I bit you!
Author: …You're very luck you're cute. -In case anyone is wondering-and I know you're not-I say that to my dog all the time.-
Inuyasha: *smirk* I knew you thought I was cute.
Author: *re-reads what she just wrote* Uh…I guess I'll delete that.
Inuyasha: Na-uh. *grabs Author's hands and holds them behind her back* Maybe you'll think before you write now, ne?
Author: *blinks in surprise* I've just been scolded by a character in a story. And no wonder my thermal visor picked up the most body heat from you. How many freaking layers of clothes do you have?
Inuyasha: *blinks in confusion-yes the difference is important* Uh…just the cloak and the thing under it…
Author: Real-ly?
Inuyasha: Yes.
Author: Okay!
Inuyasha: …Acting out of my best interest, I find myself wondering-why did you want to know that?
Author: Maybe I'm going to do something sick and perverted with the information. -Once again. Anyone who knows who I am, or even my personality, knows I can't write anything sick or perverted. I just curl up into a little ball and start shaking if I try…-
Inuyasha: *who has just read this vital information* Uh-huh. What are you really going to do with it?
Author: *face gets red with annoyance* Probably nothing. I just like annoying you.
Inuyasha: Nani?!
Author: It is fun to annoy, torture, and confuse Inuyasha…and Miroku…Megan on occasion…and Angela can be dealt with that way when there are no other available characters!
Inuyasha: *glowering* Just because she's your character…
Author: *shrug*
Inuyasha: *whining* And why is it so fun to annoy torture and confuse me?
Author: Well, we've written a full page of nothing. I think it's time to go…
*a big black amoeba appears, and the Author becomes a chibi and jumps on it*
Author: Whee!
Inuyasha: Come back here!
*the amoeba begins to…move, and Inuyasha chases her*
Random voice: And so ends, another day…
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R&R. As always, I review whoever reviews me. As long as I know who they are, and they have at least one story…