Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-chan and co.oh well, let's shoot for Ranma.
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Chapter 8: Mr. Right Turned Left
". . .and then he said, "I'm sorry Sango but. . .I can't date you anymore. I d-don't want to. . .h-hurt you." And then he showed me drugs and. . .Oh, Kagome-chan! I hate all men!" Sango wailed as she hugged her best friend tightly.
Kagome stroked her friends hair through the story. Motherly guidance was what she thought Sango needed and she gave, happily.
"Now. . .did he try to give them to you?" she asked calmly.
"Of course not! He said he didn't want to hurt me!" Sango yelled as she pushed away and wiped away her tears. "But I'll never date another man, never again! I don't want to go through this kind of pain!" she growled.
"You're in pain?" Kagome asked as she walked over to the window and leaned against the sill, looking out over the city from the top room in Sango's three story house. "but you've never felt pain like I have, Sango-chan."
Sango wiped the last of her tears away on her sleeves and stared at her friend. "Kagome-chan. . ."
"Do you think. . .it'll be soon?" Kagome asked, looking down at her hands for a second before smiling and turning her head toward Sango.
"Uh. . .oh course! He was so considering it when you lost your memory." Sango was relieved to exit the issue of the houshi. She knelt next to her best friend, both leaning against each other and putting their arms around their shoulders.
"But.I'm scared, Sango-chan, I'm scared. What if. . .she comes again." Kagome said so softly and calmly that Sango almost missed the plead in her best friends voice.
"Who's she?" Sango asked.
"The one the shut me down at the concert and the one that wiped my out. I don't want to know her anymore and for a while. . .I was glad. . ." Kagome's voice was so quiet Sango had to strain to hear passed the mumble she heard. "I was glad she erased my memory. . .even for that little time. Because. . ." she as getting choked up.
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I walked down the street, carrying three bags for dinner and a larger burden on my shoulders. I had found this burden after Kagome had left, and no it's not an object or person.
"Who could 'she' be?" I asked myself out loud. "Kagome is so vague." I sighed.
"Look at that girl. Is she schizophrenic? Don't make eye contact." People said around me.
I blinked and looked around and noticed all the eyes looking but not looking at me. Man did it freak me out!
I jogged most of the way toward my home and slowed by the all purpose recreational gym. The door was open because it was a warm day today. I could see gymnastics and kendo.
I walked toward the gym, curiosity getting the better of me. I peeked into the room, looking around and finally spotting the whole kendo club. They were marvelous in a matter of skills and each was in time and step with the other.
I was amazed and drawn into their movements that I didn't notice the body hovering over my back. Finally, a large hand clamped on my shoulder and, out of self-defense I clamped down on it and flipped whoever it was over my shoulder and onto the gym floor.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I give!" the man cried as e scrambled away.
I stopped my anger rage and looked the man up and down (spy like though!). He wore his hair in a stubby high ponytail and his face was unshaven giving him a gruff look. He wore a leopard-patterned bandana around his forehead and he looked like he had just been working out. He wore baggy black sweatpants and. . .nothing else.
I stuttered which was pretty common for me around hot looking guys (like this one or. . .houshi-sama).
He stood and wiped himself off. "Anyway, I saw your interest in the kendo club. Would you like to join?!" he seemed to pounce on me and I think he did because I was on the ground with him over me.
"A-are you begging for money?" I asked, incredulously.
"Uh.not really." He stood away from me, letting me stand. "But our club isn't doing too good. And you look like you have a lot of tension in those shoulders. This may help you." He was right. I had been accumulating tension in my upper body. I rolled my shoulders subconsciously and looked at the practicing kendo club. I thought about it, houshi-sama, Kagome-chan, Inuyasha, my brother, my family, and then the kendo club. Doing something productive may clear my mind. Especially of Houshi-sama
"I'll join. How much does it cost?" I asked, knowing the price would be more then a little pocket change.
"No charge. It's open to everyone." The guy said as he started to walk toward the group.
"Koiji-kun! Where have you been!" one of the gymnasts draped herself all over him. "You know not to go working out without me! I'm supposed to spot you, y'know."
I was almost jealous. That skimpy girl with highlights in her hair and a leotard on didn't deserve such a lovely specimen as him.
"Leggo of me, Miki, you're gettin' all touchy-feely again." He said as he walked toward the bleachers on the far end of the gym. He wiped his face on a towel and I watched as he took his hair out, letting it fall to his shoulers. I think that's the length of houshi-sama's hair. Ahh!! I'm doing it again!!
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So the kendo instructor told me how to hold a shinai, how to move my arms and all that stuff, and by then end of class I was able to beat half of the class without even thinking of how I was moving my arms. I was exahausted but the practice had done the trick. I felt much better.
"Oi! Fuatari-san!" one of the other kendo students called over to me.
I was toweling down my face and chest after practice and had only my undershirt on. "What?!" I called over, slipping on my red sweatshirt I had been wearing. I turned toward them.
"You did pretty good today. You wanna spar?" said one. I forgot his name but he beat me. "You don't gotta change, just get a bokken and we can duke it out right here." He said as he stood. He looked like houshi-sama. . .but then again. . .just about every guy looks like houshi-sama to me now.
"Uh. . .sure." I said as I turned toward my grocery bags. I didn't have anything that could spoil in it so I hadn't taken it home. My bokken was in the bag with the bread. It had cost me all the money in my pockets but I got it.
I faced off with the houshi-sama look-alike and swallowed. I've never really fought with a. . .bokken. I must hurt more then a shinai if it pokes you in the eye, I thought. C'mon, they looked like friggen swords with dull tips!
The guy was wearing black shorts that came up to his knees, they were sweat pant material and had orange pockets on the sides. He took off his white "Wife-beater" (A/N: you all probably know what it is. If you don't it's like a tank top only really thin. You usually wear it when your working out or something.) and damn did he have muscles!
I blushed alittle and shook my head, my hair, which was in a high ponytail, flopping around. "Ready?!" I called.
"Right." He smirked and I knew right then and there that I shouldn't've taken his battle invitation.
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"Oww!" I cried as I poked another bruise on my face. "You didn't have to go all out." I whined.
Yuu laughed. "You did good, girl, better start workin' on your blocking though. Can't win a battle if your always dodging. "But I wanna know. . .whats with all the grunts?" he asked as he sat next to me, wiping his face on my towel. I ignored it and stared at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
"Well, I was watching you before you came to class. You seemed kinda bummed out. And while you were beating the other kids you didn't have a very pleasant look on your face."
It was showing, I thought and panicked. "I. . .uh. . ."
"What'd ya do, break up with your boyfriend or sumthing?" he said absent mindedly.
"Yes!" I growled through gritted teeth. I had him in the air in an instant. "You get it! Me dumped me! All because he's a retarded OD'd idiot who only cared about. . .me. . ." I came to a realization. Houshi-sama wasn't being selfish. He was only trying to protect me. I guess that's what he was saying.
"So. . .he left you for his drugs?" Yuu asked as I let him slide down the wall. He seemed unaffected by my outburst and how I had slammed his head against the lockers in the locker-room.
""My Mr. Right. . .turned left." I muttered as I flopped down on the bench next to him, once again. I guess I hadn't heard how funny it sounded because Yuu stated cracking up.
"You're one funny girl, Fuatari-san!" he said and wiped tears from his eyes. "If you're lonely I could always go out with you, I don't mind being a back-up."
I stared at him. Yuu was sweet, sweeter then his grammar let on. "Okay, Yuu- kun, I'll go out with you." I shook his hand and I knew this was going to be fun.
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"Wow, a new one already?" Kagome-chan asked from the other side of the phoneline. "Damn you pick up guys faster then me! I guess your not such an old fuddy-duddy like I thought you were."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I growled.
"Kag, your such a bitch somethings. "I heard Inuyasha's voice in the background.
"Shut up, you jerk." She growled at him.
"I'll yank your wire!" he yelled.
"Just you try it! And finish the dishes! I want dinner!"
Kagome-chan can be a bitch at times. But I was glad the two of them were fighting like normal.
"You want me to come over there and give you one four?!" she continued threatening him.
"I'll clean your mouth out with the dishes." Inuyasha countered.
"Ugh!! You piss me off sometimes!" Kagome-chan growled and I heard the door slam.
"Bitchy robot!" Inuyasha yelled.
Kagome-chan ignored him. "So. . .Sango-chan. . .whens the date?" she asked finally.
"Tomorrow. I need you to come over. Bring your Glamour magazines and do my hair, make-up, the works."
"You wanna go shopping again?" Kagome-chan asked hopefully.
"I don't think so, Kag-chan." I said.
"Aww. . .no fair. Daddy hasn't let me go anywhere! He's been running all these back-up tests and stuff, I can't even study!"
"Who would want to?" I muttered as I picked at one of my fingernails. "But a good thing is I got my highest grade last week."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a 12."
"Oh, I got a 6." Kagome-chan laughed. "But I had to do a memory analysis all that week so I couldn't study and my brain was scrambled."
"I remember, you tripped over the bench and fell into the pond." I said and laughed as well.
"Wait!" I jumped at her sudden outburst.
"What?!" I said, panicked.
"You got off topic on purpose didn't you?" Kagome-chan interrogated. "What's up, are you scared I might find out something you don't want me to? Did you do something with him? Where were on the night of January 12th?"
I laughed. "Kag-chan, you got a twisted mind. Anyway, come over and we'll look through your magazines."
"'Kay." And we hung up. I sighed and stared at the wall opposite my bed. There hung my Hiraikotsu, my training weapon from our village in Kyoto. Under it was a new addition: my bokken and a small picture of my dear Houshi-sama. . .with my brothers darks through his eyes and heart.
I hated him!! Keyword hated. You'll see, I'll despise him after this date.
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So a new chapter!! Are people pissed at me yet? Oh well, it's my fault. I've been having family probs.
So Sango-chan's got a new catch. Let's see how this goes! Tee hee!!
Next chapter:
Chapter 9: A New Mr. Right, and Super Balls
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Chapter 8: Mr. Right Turned Left
". . .and then he said, "I'm sorry Sango but. . .I can't date you anymore. I d-don't want to. . .h-hurt you." And then he showed me drugs and. . .Oh, Kagome-chan! I hate all men!" Sango wailed as she hugged her best friend tightly.
Kagome stroked her friends hair through the story. Motherly guidance was what she thought Sango needed and she gave, happily.
"Now. . .did he try to give them to you?" she asked calmly.
"Of course not! He said he didn't want to hurt me!" Sango yelled as she pushed away and wiped away her tears. "But I'll never date another man, never again! I don't want to go through this kind of pain!" she growled.
"You're in pain?" Kagome asked as she walked over to the window and leaned against the sill, looking out over the city from the top room in Sango's three story house. "but you've never felt pain like I have, Sango-chan."
Sango wiped the last of her tears away on her sleeves and stared at her friend. "Kagome-chan. . ."
"Do you think. . .it'll be soon?" Kagome asked, looking down at her hands for a second before smiling and turning her head toward Sango.
"Uh. . .oh course! He was so considering it when you lost your memory." Sango was relieved to exit the issue of the houshi. She knelt next to her best friend, both leaning against each other and putting their arms around their shoulders.
"But.I'm scared, Sango-chan, I'm scared. What if. . .she comes again." Kagome said so softly and calmly that Sango almost missed the plead in her best friends voice.
"Who's she?" Sango asked.
"The one the shut me down at the concert and the one that wiped my out. I don't want to know her anymore and for a while. . .I was glad. . ." Kagome's voice was so quiet Sango had to strain to hear passed the mumble she heard. "I was glad she erased my memory. . .even for that little time. Because. . ." she as getting choked up.
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I walked down the street, carrying three bags for dinner and a larger burden on my shoulders. I had found this burden after Kagome had left, and no it's not an object or person.
"Who could 'she' be?" I asked myself out loud. "Kagome is so vague." I sighed.
"Look at that girl. Is she schizophrenic? Don't make eye contact." People said around me.
I blinked and looked around and noticed all the eyes looking but not looking at me. Man did it freak me out!
I jogged most of the way toward my home and slowed by the all purpose recreational gym. The door was open because it was a warm day today. I could see gymnastics and kendo.
I walked toward the gym, curiosity getting the better of me. I peeked into the room, looking around and finally spotting the whole kendo club. They were marvelous in a matter of skills and each was in time and step with the other.
I was amazed and drawn into their movements that I didn't notice the body hovering over my back. Finally, a large hand clamped on my shoulder and, out of self-defense I clamped down on it and flipped whoever it was over my shoulder and onto the gym floor.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I give!" the man cried as e scrambled away.
I stopped my anger rage and looked the man up and down (spy like though!). He wore his hair in a stubby high ponytail and his face was unshaven giving him a gruff look. He wore a leopard-patterned bandana around his forehead and he looked like he had just been working out. He wore baggy black sweatpants and. . .nothing else.
I stuttered which was pretty common for me around hot looking guys (like this one or. . .houshi-sama).
He stood and wiped himself off. "Anyway, I saw your interest in the kendo club. Would you like to join?!" he seemed to pounce on me and I think he did because I was on the ground with him over me.
"A-are you begging for money?" I asked, incredulously.
"Uh.not really." He stood away from me, letting me stand. "But our club isn't doing too good. And you look like you have a lot of tension in those shoulders. This may help you." He was right. I had been accumulating tension in my upper body. I rolled my shoulders subconsciously and looked at the practicing kendo club. I thought about it, houshi-sama, Kagome-chan, Inuyasha, my brother, my family, and then the kendo club. Doing something productive may clear my mind. Especially of Houshi-sama
"I'll join. How much does it cost?" I asked, knowing the price would be more then a little pocket change.
"No charge. It's open to everyone." The guy said as he started to walk toward the group.
"Koiji-kun! Where have you been!" one of the gymnasts draped herself all over him. "You know not to go working out without me! I'm supposed to spot you, y'know."
I was almost jealous. That skimpy girl with highlights in her hair and a leotard on didn't deserve such a lovely specimen as him.
"Leggo of me, Miki, you're gettin' all touchy-feely again." He said as he walked toward the bleachers on the far end of the gym. He wiped his face on a towel and I watched as he took his hair out, letting it fall to his shoulers. I think that's the length of houshi-sama's hair. Ahh!! I'm doing it again!!
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So the kendo instructor told me how to hold a shinai, how to move my arms and all that stuff, and by then end of class I was able to beat half of the class without even thinking of how I was moving my arms. I was exahausted but the practice had done the trick. I felt much better.
"Oi! Fuatari-san!" one of the other kendo students called over to me.
I was toweling down my face and chest after practice and had only my undershirt on. "What?!" I called over, slipping on my red sweatshirt I had been wearing. I turned toward them.
"You did pretty good today. You wanna spar?" said one. I forgot his name but he beat me. "You don't gotta change, just get a bokken and we can duke it out right here." He said as he stood. He looked like houshi-sama. . .but then again. . .just about every guy looks like houshi-sama to me now.
"Uh. . .sure." I said as I turned toward my grocery bags. I didn't have anything that could spoil in it so I hadn't taken it home. My bokken was in the bag with the bread. It had cost me all the money in my pockets but I got it.
I faced off with the houshi-sama look-alike and swallowed. I've never really fought with a. . .bokken. I must hurt more then a shinai if it pokes you in the eye, I thought. C'mon, they looked like friggen swords with dull tips!
The guy was wearing black shorts that came up to his knees, they were sweat pant material and had orange pockets on the sides. He took off his white "Wife-beater" (A/N: you all probably know what it is. If you don't it's like a tank top only really thin. You usually wear it when your working out or something.) and damn did he have muscles!
I blushed alittle and shook my head, my hair, which was in a high ponytail, flopping around. "Ready?!" I called.
"Right." He smirked and I knew right then and there that I shouldn't've taken his battle invitation.
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"Oww!" I cried as I poked another bruise on my face. "You didn't have to go all out." I whined.
Yuu laughed. "You did good, girl, better start workin' on your blocking though. Can't win a battle if your always dodging. "But I wanna know. . .whats with all the grunts?" he asked as he sat next to me, wiping his face on my towel. I ignored it and stared at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
"Well, I was watching you before you came to class. You seemed kinda bummed out. And while you were beating the other kids you didn't have a very pleasant look on your face."
It was showing, I thought and panicked. "I. . .uh. . ."
"What'd ya do, break up with your boyfriend or sumthing?" he said absent mindedly.
"Yes!" I growled through gritted teeth. I had him in the air in an instant. "You get it! Me dumped me! All because he's a retarded OD'd idiot who only cared about. . .me. . ." I came to a realization. Houshi-sama wasn't being selfish. He was only trying to protect me. I guess that's what he was saying.
"So. . .he left you for his drugs?" Yuu asked as I let him slide down the wall. He seemed unaffected by my outburst and how I had slammed his head against the lockers in the locker-room.
""My Mr. Right. . .turned left." I muttered as I flopped down on the bench next to him, once again. I guess I hadn't heard how funny it sounded because Yuu stated cracking up.
"You're one funny girl, Fuatari-san!" he said and wiped tears from his eyes. "If you're lonely I could always go out with you, I don't mind being a back-up."
I stared at him. Yuu was sweet, sweeter then his grammar let on. "Okay, Yuu- kun, I'll go out with you." I shook his hand and I knew this was going to be fun.
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"Wow, a new one already?" Kagome-chan asked from the other side of the phoneline. "Damn you pick up guys faster then me! I guess your not such an old fuddy-duddy like I thought you were."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I growled.
"Kag, your such a bitch somethings. "I heard Inuyasha's voice in the background.
"Shut up, you jerk." She growled at him.
"I'll yank your wire!" he yelled.
"Just you try it! And finish the dishes! I want dinner!"
Kagome-chan can be a bitch at times. But I was glad the two of them were fighting like normal.
"You want me to come over there and give you one four?!" she continued threatening him.
"I'll clean your mouth out with the dishes." Inuyasha countered.
"Ugh!! You piss me off sometimes!" Kagome-chan growled and I heard the door slam.
"Bitchy robot!" Inuyasha yelled.
Kagome-chan ignored him. "So. . .Sango-chan. . .whens the date?" she asked finally.
"Tomorrow. I need you to come over. Bring your Glamour magazines and do my hair, make-up, the works."
"You wanna go shopping again?" Kagome-chan asked hopefully.
"I don't think so, Kag-chan." I said.
"Aww. . .no fair. Daddy hasn't let me go anywhere! He's been running all these back-up tests and stuff, I can't even study!"
"Who would want to?" I muttered as I picked at one of my fingernails. "But a good thing is I got my highest grade last week."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a 12."
"Oh, I got a 6." Kagome-chan laughed. "But I had to do a memory analysis all that week so I couldn't study and my brain was scrambled."
"I remember, you tripped over the bench and fell into the pond." I said and laughed as well.
"Wait!" I jumped at her sudden outburst.
"What?!" I said, panicked.
"You got off topic on purpose didn't you?" Kagome-chan interrogated. "What's up, are you scared I might find out something you don't want me to? Did you do something with him? Where were on the night of January 12th?"
I laughed. "Kag-chan, you got a twisted mind. Anyway, come over and we'll look through your magazines."
"'Kay." And we hung up. I sighed and stared at the wall opposite my bed. There hung my Hiraikotsu, my training weapon from our village in Kyoto. Under it was a new addition: my bokken and a small picture of my dear Houshi-sama. . .with my brothers darks through his eyes and heart.
I hated him!! Keyword hated. You'll see, I'll despise him after this date.
*--*--*--*
So a new chapter!! Are people pissed at me yet? Oh well, it's my fault. I've been having family probs.
So Sango-chan's got a new catch. Let's see how this goes! Tee hee!!
Next chapter:
Chapter 9: A New Mr. Right, and Super Balls