Here goes Chapter 3! Thanks to Mystic-pip and FieryFoxDemon for reading
chapter 2 already! And, I don't think it really matters to Miroku about
what the woman looks like, but I think he just PREFERES hot chicks...lol. He
did say he was having thoughts about the Wind Witch, I forget her name, and
she was born of Naraku! GAH!
Road Trip Gone Wild!
Kagome stood in the parking lot of a large, brick mall. She sighed as she and Miroku looked back for Inu-yasha. He was slowly walking toward them, swaying back and forth as if he were drunk.
"Will you come on already?" Kagome yelled at him.
"Hey, you leave me be! My heads hurtin like hell, no thanks to that stupid chariot driver!" Inu-yasha yelled back at her. He held his hand on his head as if to stop his brains from falling out.
"Like it was his fault!" Kagome said. She grabbed his hand when he finally got to them to guide him. To her surprise, he didn't resist.
"To my recollection," Miroku started. "It was YOU, that stuck your head out the window..."
"With your tongue hanging out..." Kagome added.
"Yes," Miroku agreed. "With your tongue hanging out, and got your face smashed into a...a...what do you call them, Kagome?"
"A utility pole, you got your face smashed into a utility pole." She said, shaking her head. He was such a dweeb.
"Yeah?! Well, the chariot driver could have avoided the stupid pole, or something!" Inu-yasha mumbled.
"Whatever, lets go," Kagome said. "I'm anxious to max out this card!"
"A-aber-Abercrom...?" Miroku sounded out as they stood in front of the store.
Kagome was really enjoying herself. Except for the weird looks they were getting. But that was okay. When Inu-yasha growled at them, they didn't look so much anymore.
"Abercrombie and Fitch," Kagome told him. "Very popular for jeans and logo tees."
"Feh, I still don't see what's wrong with what we wear." Inu-yasha grumbled. But on the inside, he was actually happy that Kagome was picking clothes out for him. That way she was paying a lot of attention to him...and he liked it.
"Come on," Kagome pulled on his hand. He liked that, too. "Let's go get you some clothes!"
When they walked in the store, to the right, there was a rack with nothing but leather pants. It was as if the rack were a bug zapper, and Inu-yasha a fly, cause there wasn't anything that was going to stop him from getting to the display.
"Whoa," Inu-yasha said surprised. "I didn't realize your time sold armor, too, Kagome! I want these."
Kagome took the pants out of his hands. She didn't know his size, but from washing his clothes before, she guessed they were about the right size. She pictured Inu-yasha in the pants. She squealed. Oh the butt! The butt!
"Of course you can have them!" Kagome said happily, even giddy like. If only Inu-yasha knew it made HER happier than it did him to buy the pants.
"All right!" He said. "Is that it? Let's go."
He grabbed the pants back and started walking out the store. The security alarm started going haywire.
"What the?!"
"Excuse me young man!" A security guard yelled at him. "Please step back into the premises."
Kagome blushed. How was she going to explain THIS one?
"And where do you think you're going?" The security guard asked Inu- yasha.
Inu-yasha didn't say anything, he was very confused, and you could tell by the look on his face.
"Whaddya mean? I'm leavin!"
Kagome ran up to the security guard and put on her most innocent looking face.
"Sir," She started. "Please, forgive my friend here, he's never been here before."
The guard looked at her. "And where would he have come from that would allow him to grab something and just walk out of the store without buying it?!"
Kagome had to think quick. "You see, he's...ah, well...HE'S AMERICAN!"
The people standing around her stopped whatever they were doing. They stared for a moment, and then nodded as if they understood.
"He's from America, huh?" The guard asked, scratching his head. "Well, I guess I can give him a warning this time, but don't let happen again! Here in Japan, we PAY for the things we want, not just take them!"
He walked off, mumbling to himself. Kagome couldn't make it all out, but something about ignorant Americans.
"Feh, what the hell's American? Don't be using your big words, insulting me, Kagome!" Inu-yasha growled. He held the pants up. "So what am I suppose to do with these?"
Kagome smiled. "We have to pay for them. But let's find some other things for you first."
They turned around and started walking towards the jeans. Inu-yasha stopped.
"Where's-?" He started.
"Eeeeeee! Aghhh!" About five girls ran out of the dressing rooms.
"MIROKU!" Kagome screamed.
Inu-yasha and Kagome ran into the dressing rooms and looked around for Miroku. All the girls had ran out, so the wasn't much noise. The only noise they did hear was a girlish giggle coming from the last dressing room. They walked to the door and Inu-yasha pushed it open.
"What..."
"In the seven hells..." Kagome finished for him.
There was Miroku. Rolling around on the ground, on a pile of bras, bikinis, thongs, and underwear, laughing like a mad man. A bra was stuck to his small ponytail, but he didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Oh, ha ha, ha, wha ha...HA! Ha...haha...Wahh, the joy!" Miroku yelled. He held a bra up to his face. "This, now THIS, is truly heaven! As the Buddha writes! 'From the Hells to the Heavens, my spirit soars!'"
"You Lech!" Kagome yelled at him. She snatched the bra out of his hand.
Inu-yasha kicked him in the side. "Get up, Monk."
Miroku groaned. He pulled the bra out from his ponytail, and stood up.
The store manager walked in and glared at them.
Kagome sighed as she looked at him. "I don't think they want our business here."
"Thanks a lot, you lech!" Inu-yasha yelled at Miroku. "Now I can't have those armored pants!" He hit him on the back of his head.
Kagome grabbed both of them by the collar. "You guys need to redeem yourselves, so do me a favor and quit beating on each other!" They both nodded.
Kagome let go of their collars and turned around. Miroku hit Inu- yasha with his staff.
"Blasted Monk!"
"Okay," Kagome said. "You guys can NOT go anywhere without me, understood?"
They nodded in agreement. They were now standing outside GAP. Kagome, really wanted to get Inu-yasha in the leather, but GAP didn't have any. She was hoping he would find something just as well in there.
When they walked in, Inu-yasha just stared around him. "You have got to be kidding me."
Kagome should have known Inu-yasha wouldn't be much on the preppy clothes.
"What? You don't see anything you like?"
"Feh."
Miroku was a different story though. He went right over to the jeans. "Oh, my. They don't look like they give you much room to be...free...I guess. But I like them."
He grabbed a few pairs of jeans and walked over to the shirts.
He eyed them. "What's this? 'Sex is not the answer...it's the question. And the answer is YES'?"
He looked around and snatched the shirt of the rack.
After about fifteen minutes, Miroku has a stack of clothes in his arms. Inu-yasha wouldn't touch a thing in the store. He kept complaning about "This is shit my brother would wear..."
"Kagome," Miroku said. "I'm done."
"Did you try the stuff on yet? I know you're plenty aware of the dressing rooms."
He laughed. "Yes, I did. They all fit right."
Kagome looked at Inu-yasha. "There wasn't anything you wanted in here?"
"Feh."
"Okay," Kagome said, grabbing Miroku's arm. "Let's go pay for this stuff, and after that, you can go back in the dressing rooms and put an outfit on."
After about another ten minutes, we have a very impatient Inu-yasha on our hands and a hot, stylin Miroku walking out of the dressing room.
"Well?" Miroku asked.
Kagome's jaw dropped. Even though it shouldn't have, it did. Miroku was steamin. He had on stonewashed faded blue jeans, tight at the thigh, and boot cut at the bottom. His shirt was small, tight dark blue with a 'Quicksilver' logo going across it. With his robe on all the time, Kagome never really noticed how finely defined Miroku's muscles were. But she could definitely tell with the tight shirt that he had a nice set of abs, and not to talk about the pecs the short sleeves were showing! He was also wearing a pair of crisp white Birdman Lugz.
For this being his first time in a shopping mall, he sure does have good taste.
The thought of him being an underwear model crossed her mind as well... "You look awesome, Miroku." Was all she could say. He WAS lookin good!
"Feh," Inu-yasha mumbled. "You look like a pansy."
Well, that's it for this chapter! In Chapter 4, Inu-yasha's going to find the store that was made just for him! I can't wait to start on it!
Road Trip Gone Wild!
Kagome stood in the parking lot of a large, brick mall. She sighed as she and Miroku looked back for Inu-yasha. He was slowly walking toward them, swaying back and forth as if he were drunk.
"Will you come on already?" Kagome yelled at him.
"Hey, you leave me be! My heads hurtin like hell, no thanks to that stupid chariot driver!" Inu-yasha yelled back at her. He held his hand on his head as if to stop his brains from falling out.
"Like it was his fault!" Kagome said. She grabbed his hand when he finally got to them to guide him. To her surprise, he didn't resist.
"To my recollection," Miroku started. "It was YOU, that stuck your head out the window..."
"With your tongue hanging out..." Kagome added.
"Yes," Miroku agreed. "With your tongue hanging out, and got your face smashed into a...a...what do you call them, Kagome?"
"A utility pole, you got your face smashed into a utility pole." She said, shaking her head. He was such a dweeb.
"Yeah?! Well, the chariot driver could have avoided the stupid pole, or something!" Inu-yasha mumbled.
"Whatever, lets go," Kagome said. "I'm anxious to max out this card!"
"A-aber-Abercrom...?" Miroku sounded out as they stood in front of the store.
Kagome was really enjoying herself. Except for the weird looks they were getting. But that was okay. When Inu-yasha growled at them, they didn't look so much anymore.
"Abercrombie and Fitch," Kagome told him. "Very popular for jeans and logo tees."
"Feh, I still don't see what's wrong with what we wear." Inu-yasha grumbled. But on the inside, he was actually happy that Kagome was picking clothes out for him. That way she was paying a lot of attention to him...and he liked it.
"Come on," Kagome pulled on his hand. He liked that, too. "Let's go get you some clothes!"
When they walked in the store, to the right, there was a rack with nothing but leather pants. It was as if the rack were a bug zapper, and Inu-yasha a fly, cause there wasn't anything that was going to stop him from getting to the display.
"Whoa," Inu-yasha said surprised. "I didn't realize your time sold armor, too, Kagome! I want these."
Kagome took the pants out of his hands. She didn't know his size, but from washing his clothes before, she guessed they were about the right size. She pictured Inu-yasha in the pants. She squealed. Oh the butt! The butt!
"Of course you can have them!" Kagome said happily, even giddy like. If only Inu-yasha knew it made HER happier than it did him to buy the pants.
"All right!" He said. "Is that it? Let's go."
He grabbed the pants back and started walking out the store. The security alarm started going haywire.
"What the?!"
"Excuse me young man!" A security guard yelled at him. "Please step back into the premises."
Kagome blushed. How was she going to explain THIS one?
"And where do you think you're going?" The security guard asked Inu- yasha.
Inu-yasha didn't say anything, he was very confused, and you could tell by the look on his face.
"Whaddya mean? I'm leavin!"
Kagome ran up to the security guard and put on her most innocent looking face.
"Sir," She started. "Please, forgive my friend here, he's never been here before."
The guard looked at her. "And where would he have come from that would allow him to grab something and just walk out of the store without buying it?!"
Kagome had to think quick. "You see, he's...ah, well...HE'S AMERICAN!"
The people standing around her stopped whatever they were doing. They stared for a moment, and then nodded as if they understood.
"He's from America, huh?" The guard asked, scratching his head. "Well, I guess I can give him a warning this time, but don't let happen again! Here in Japan, we PAY for the things we want, not just take them!"
He walked off, mumbling to himself. Kagome couldn't make it all out, but something about ignorant Americans.
"Feh, what the hell's American? Don't be using your big words, insulting me, Kagome!" Inu-yasha growled. He held the pants up. "So what am I suppose to do with these?"
Kagome smiled. "We have to pay for them. But let's find some other things for you first."
They turned around and started walking towards the jeans. Inu-yasha stopped.
"Where's-?" He started.
"Eeeeeee! Aghhh!" About five girls ran out of the dressing rooms.
"MIROKU!" Kagome screamed.
Inu-yasha and Kagome ran into the dressing rooms and looked around for Miroku. All the girls had ran out, so the wasn't much noise. The only noise they did hear was a girlish giggle coming from the last dressing room. They walked to the door and Inu-yasha pushed it open.
"What..."
"In the seven hells..." Kagome finished for him.
There was Miroku. Rolling around on the ground, on a pile of bras, bikinis, thongs, and underwear, laughing like a mad man. A bra was stuck to his small ponytail, but he didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Oh, ha ha, ha, wha ha...HA! Ha...haha...Wahh, the joy!" Miroku yelled. He held a bra up to his face. "This, now THIS, is truly heaven! As the Buddha writes! 'From the Hells to the Heavens, my spirit soars!'"
"You Lech!" Kagome yelled at him. She snatched the bra out of his hand.
Inu-yasha kicked him in the side. "Get up, Monk."
Miroku groaned. He pulled the bra out from his ponytail, and stood up.
The store manager walked in and glared at them.
Kagome sighed as she looked at him. "I don't think they want our business here."
"Thanks a lot, you lech!" Inu-yasha yelled at Miroku. "Now I can't have those armored pants!" He hit him on the back of his head.
Kagome grabbed both of them by the collar. "You guys need to redeem yourselves, so do me a favor and quit beating on each other!" They both nodded.
Kagome let go of their collars and turned around. Miroku hit Inu- yasha with his staff.
"Blasted Monk!"
"Okay," Kagome said. "You guys can NOT go anywhere without me, understood?"
They nodded in agreement. They were now standing outside GAP. Kagome, really wanted to get Inu-yasha in the leather, but GAP didn't have any. She was hoping he would find something just as well in there.
When they walked in, Inu-yasha just stared around him. "You have got to be kidding me."
Kagome should have known Inu-yasha wouldn't be much on the preppy clothes.
"What? You don't see anything you like?"
"Feh."
Miroku was a different story though. He went right over to the jeans. "Oh, my. They don't look like they give you much room to be...free...I guess. But I like them."
He grabbed a few pairs of jeans and walked over to the shirts.
He eyed them. "What's this? 'Sex is not the answer...it's the question. And the answer is YES'?"
He looked around and snatched the shirt of the rack.
After about fifteen minutes, Miroku has a stack of clothes in his arms. Inu-yasha wouldn't touch a thing in the store. He kept complaning about "This is shit my brother would wear..."
"Kagome," Miroku said. "I'm done."
"Did you try the stuff on yet? I know you're plenty aware of the dressing rooms."
He laughed. "Yes, I did. They all fit right."
Kagome looked at Inu-yasha. "There wasn't anything you wanted in here?"
"Feh."
"Okay," Kagome said, grabbing Miroku's arm. "Let's go pay for this stuff, and after that, you can go back in the dressing rooms and put an outfit on."
After about another ten minutes, we have a very impatient Inu-yasha on our hands and a hot, stylin Miroku walking out of the dressing room.
"Well?" Miroku asked.
Kagome's jaw dropped. Even though it shouldn't have, it did. Miroku was steamin. He had on stonewashed faded blue jeans, tight at the thigh, and boot cut at the bottom. His shirt was small, tight dark blue with a 'Quicksilver' logo going across it. With his robe on all the time, Kagome never really noticed how finely defined Miroku's muscles were. But she could definitely tell with the tight shirt that he had a nice set of abs, and not to talk about the pecs the short sleeves were showing! He was also wearing a pair of crisp white Birdman Lugz.
For this being his first time in a shopping mall, he sure does have good taste.
The thought of him being an underwear model crossed her mind as well... "You look awesome, Miroku." Was all she could say. He WAS lookin good!
"Feh," Inu-yasha mumbled. "You look like a pansy."
Well, that's it for this chapter! In Chapter 4, Inu-yasha's going to find the store that was made just for him! I can't wait to start on it!