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Chapter 9: A New Mr. Right, and Super Balls
Sango's POV
I wasn't too sure having Kagome-chan do my hair was such a good idea. For one thing, I didn't like curls, and another thing, I didn't like curls. That probably explains only 1/4 of my pain. The rest was. . .how much the woman pulled. Now, I noticed that after every appointment Kagome-chan had with this woman her face looked a little pulled back, but I had never experienced the cause of the face-pull-back-ing.
So I was ready to rip the black apron thing that keeps the hair she cuts off from falling down your shirt and Kagome-chan was just sitting there, reading a magazine (Rolling Stones) and holding her designer purse under her arm, her ballet shoes around her neck and down her back and a duffle bag filled with her equipment. My bag was next to hers, with my kendo uniform and bokken, which I had polished all last night.
My hair, which was currently being pulled, twisted, and burnt to form round curls, was sizzling from the heat and I thought my hair was about to turn into burnt noodles. Kagome-chan's hair never smelled burnt after her hair appointments.
But then I was turned to look into the mirror, facing my style-to-be. They weren't big curls, but close to the ones that Kagome-chan usually wore when she was in a ballet recital.
I stared at myself for a minute. I wasn't sure is it was me, some girl with my face, or a clone with curly hair. I looked like a girl straight out of one of Kagome-chan's InStyle magazines, and that's saying a lot.
"You look marvelous." Kagome-chan said as she came over and studied my hair. "You did well, Tsubaki-chan, arigato."
"Yep." Tsubaki said in a bored voice. "I'll double next time, she had too many spilt ends."
"You cut off. . .a lot. . ." Kagome-chan muttered. I hadn't really heard what she had said because I was marveling at Tsubaki-san's wonderful job. But then it clicked and noticed the new, ehem, length it was at.
Shoulder. . .I couldn't believe it. Shoulder length. Now. . .I couldn't wear it in a high ponytail with my hair falling to my back still. It would be a stubby little ponytail that has pokey ends.
I felt my hair for a moment then studied the style Tsubaki-san had put it in. Curls framed my face but the rest of my hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It looked good and that's all the mattered. . .I guess. . .
I couldn't wait. I was going to meet Yuu at Furui Café, and then we'll improvise from there. Maybe go out for some lunch and so on.
But my excitement came to halt as Kagome-chan cleared her throat. "Uh. . .Sango-chan. . .I think you might want to see this." She said quietly.
I walked over to the window, almost hoping that Yuu was standing out there, coming to pick me up instead of meeting.
But I was totally wrong. It wasn't Yuu at all, but the man I had been running away from for a week already. Houshi-sama.
I stared down at his upturned face, my eyes wide.
Kagome-chan stared at me and I could tell she was angry.
"Miroku-sama how dare you!!" she yelled as she pulled off her shoe and through it down. He dodged.
She growled and clenched her fists. Wires shot out of her wrists, wrapping around him and pulling his upward.
"Kagome-chan, stop it." I said quietly. I didn't really want her to stop. For all I cared she could've killed him after what he did to me.
Kagome-chan brought him closer so he was sitting on the windowsill.
"Get off." I pushed him but Kagome held him still.
I turned around angrily. The man I had been trying to avoid and forget about was sitting right there on my windowsill!!
"Sango. . ." he said softly. "I'm sorry."
"I see your alive and well, Houshi-sama." I said, not meeting his eye. "No more incidents with ODing and drugs?"
"It's not your fault I started up again. It's the situations at. . ."
". . .his home." Kagome-chan finished for him.
"Kagome-chan!" I glared at her.
"He's sick, Sango-chan--."
"Yeah, in the head!"
"—and his family isn't any help. I've seen how they act, those French speaking women. They treat him like a toy and have their pleasures whenever they want."
Now I was crouched down next to Kagome-chan, getting the scoop.
"Excuse me!" Houshi-sama yelled.
"Sorry. . ." Kagome-chan muttered. The wires in her wrists slinked back into their spots and she stood up once again, brushing off her skirt. "I'll leave you two. Don't kill anyone, Sango-chan." She winked and left the room.
And then I felt uncomfortable.
I waited outside Furui Café for Yuu. He came right on time and smiled at me. I wasn't excited anymore but I didn't let it show. I smiled back at him and linked my arm with his as he chattered to me. And to tell you the truth I didn't hear a word he was saying.
"Is something wrong, Sango?" Yuu asked.
Ah, I thought happily, first name basis!
"Nothing, Yuu, I'm just thinking." Die Houshi-sama!!
I smiled a fake smile and I hoped it wasn't too transparent. But Yuu was so dense he didn't seem to notice.
As we continued to walk through the park (I had just found out after he had asked me what was wrong) I continued to stare at my feet, remembering the awkward conversation Houshi-sama and myself had.
"So. . .do you like Kendo, Sango?" Yuu asked.
"yes, very much."
"You're very good at it."
"Is that so. . ."
"And I think I'd like to go up against you once again."
"Right. . ."
"And I'm guessing your just humoring me because I'm being a fill in for your ex."
"That's great."
Oops. . . "Yuu. . ."
"It's alright Sango, I don't mind."
"Yuu. . .I'm really sorry. I'm glad I'm here with you. It relieves me of—eh?!"
I couldn't finish my apology. You wanna know why?
A large yellow super ball had just bounced into Yuu's mouth.
"Mmmmph!!" he cried out.
"I-Is it stuck?" I asked as I stared at it closely. "Looks like it. Where the heck did it come from?" I looked around.
Which might not have been just a good idea, cause I got a big red super ball lunged into my eye.
"Are you alright, Sango?" Yuu came over to me, holding his chin. The super balls were very large so I could understand, maybe it had cracked his jaw.
"yea, I'm fine."
"GET OUT!!" a high voice yelled.
I snapped my gave to the playground slide where a small boy with red hair sat, had face dirty and his clothes torn. He held a remote control and large super balls, all different colors, were hovering around him, emitting electricity whenever they came close to him.
"I said: GET OUT!!" he yelled as he pushed the red button on his controller. The super balls came forward at excruciating speeds and attacked.
"Damn. . .kid!!" Sango yelled as she dodged the quick attacks of the super balls. Glad I was a youkai taijiya back in Kyoto, she thought triumphantly as she dodged 5 at a time in different directions, I would've been lying on the ground crying like Yuu is right now—
"Yuu!!" I yelled, finally noticing that he was having a harder time protecting himself then I had.
I sighed as I stopped moving and the super balls backed off, heading toward Yuu.
I pulled out my bokken that I carried around with me everywhere.
"Yuu! Catch!!" I yelled, throwing my wooden bokken toward him.
He caught it and the magic started. His skills at kendo was even more impressive then his resemblance to Houshi-sama.
Mental kick in the eye for that one!!
(Other POV)
"Ne."
"What?"
"You think Sango-chan's alright?"
"Why wouldn't she be?"
"She's mentally unstable."
"Okay."
"And she's just met with her ex-Mr. Right. I'd be pretty teared up with I had to go on a date after that kind of encounter."
"Right."
"I mean, she isn't as mentally powerful as I am but she's got enough strength to go on."
"That's okay."
"And you're not listening to me are you?"
"Great!"
"INUYASHA!! Go to hell!!"
(Sango-chan's POV)
After the super balls had ceased to attack I went to Yuu's side.
"Are you alright, Yuu? You're hurt all over." I took back my bokken before putting my around his shoulders.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He said and smiled up at me.
And my heart leaped. It was like being asked out by Houshi-sama once again. That feeling was so strong.
"C-could you be. . .my. . ." Mr. Right? I couldn't' finish my sentence outloud. No way!! No way was some *man* gonna take advantage of me if I said my true feelings.
"Sango. . ."
"UGH!! Get out of my PARK!!!" Uh-oh, the crazed kid was still there.
He came over to us and he was almost as tall as us while we sat on the ground.
He wore blue overalls and a shirt that looked like it wad once red. His green eyes were frightening. His red hair looked almost orange and it was tied back with a blue bow.
"Who the hell are you, kid?" Can you tell I don't like kids?
"I'm Shippou." He said as he held his controller tight. "Who," he lifted a gun from his pocket to my forehead, "are you?"
"Uh. . ."
Now I REALLY hated kids!!
Sorry for the shirt chapter AND long not updating time. A lot's been happening. My father almost died, my parents have been fighting and getting a divorce, and I'm battling with my raging girlish emotions, really bad.
I hope you didn't hate this chapter, and I appreciate the reviews.
So onto the next chapter and I promise it'll come out sooner.
Next chapter:
Chapter 10: I Can't Take It Anymore
Chapter 9: A New Mr. Right, and Super Balls
Sango's POV
I wasn't too sure having Kagome-chan do my hair was such a good idea. For one thing, I didn't like curls, and another thing, I didn't like curls. That probably explains only 1/4 of my pain. The rest was. . .how much the woman pulled. Now, I noticed that after every appointment Kagome-chan had with this woman her face looked a little pulled back, but I had never experienced the cause of the face-pull-back-ing.
So I was ready to rip the black apron thing that keeps the hair she cuts off from falling down your shirt and Kagome-chan was just sitting there, reading a magazine (Rolling Stones) and holding her designer purse under her arm, her ballet shoes around her neck and down her back and a duffle bag filled with her equipment. My bag was next to hers, with my kendo uniform and bokken, which I had polished all last night.
My hair, which was currently being pulled, twisted, and burnt to form round curls, was sizzling from the heat and I thought my hair was about to turn into burnt noodles. Kagome-chan's hair never smelled burnt after her hair appointments.
But then I was turned to look into the mirror, facing my style-to-be. They weren't big curls, but close to the ones that Kagome-chan usually wore when she was in a ballet recital.
I stared at myself for a minute. I wasn't sure is it was me, some girl with my face, or a clone with curly hair. I looked like a girl straight out of one of Kagome-chan's InStyle magazines, and that's saying a lot.
"You look marvelous." Kagome-chan said as she came over and studied my hair. "You did well, Tsubaki-chan, arigato."
"Yep." Tsubaki said in a bored voice. "I'll double next time, she had too many spilt ends."
"You cut off. . .a lot. . ." Kagome-chan muttered. I hadn't really heard what she had said because I was marveling at Tsubaki-san's wonderful job. But then it clicked and noticed the new, ehem, length it was at.
Shoulder. . .I couldn't believe it. Shoulder length. Now. . .I couldn't wear it in a high ponytail with my hair falling to my back still. It would be a stubby little ponytail that has pokey ends.
I felt my hair for a moment then studied the style Tsubaki-san had put it in. Curls framed my face but the rest of my hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It looked good and that's all the mattered. . .I guess. . .
I couldn't wait. I was going to meet Yuu at Furui Café, and then we'll improvise from there. Maybe go out for some lunch and so on.
But my excitement came to halt as Kagome-chan cleared her throat. "Uh. . .Sango-chan. . .I think you might want to see this." She said quietly.
I walked over to the window, almost hoping that Yuu was standing out there, coming to pick me up instead of meeting.
But I was totally wrong. It wasn't Yuu at all, but the man I had been running away from for a week already. Houshi-sama.
I stared down at his upturned face, my eyes wide.
Kagome-chan stared at me and I could tell she was angry.
"Miroku-sama how dare you!!" she yelled as she pulled off her shoe and through it down. He dodged.
She growled and clenched her fists. Wires shot out of her wrists, wrapping around him and pulling his upward.
"Kagome-chan, stop it." I said quietly. I didn't really want her to stop. For all I cared she could've killed him after what he did to me.
Kagome-chan brought him closer so he was sitting on the windowsill.
"Get off." I pushed him but Kagome held him still.
I turned around angrily. The man I had been trying to avoid and forget about was sitting right there on my windowsill!!
"Sango. . ." he said softly. "I'm sorry."
"I see your alive and well, Houshi-sama." I said, not meeting his eye. "No more incidents with ODing and drugs?"
"It's not your fault I started up again. It's the situations at. . ."
". . .his home." Kagome-chan finished for him.
"Kagome-chan!" I glared at her.
"He's sick, Sango-chan--."
"Yeah, in the head!"
"—and his family isn't any help. I've seen how they act, those French speaking women. They treat him like a toy and have their pleasures whenever they want."
Now I was crouched down next to Kagome-chan, getting the scoop.
"Excuse me!" Houshi-sama yelled.
"Sorry. . ." Kagome-chan muttered. The wires in her wrists slinked back into their spots and she stood up once again, brushing off her skirt. "I'll leave you two. Don't kill anyone, Sango-chan." She winked and left the room.
And then I felt uncomfortable.
I waited outside Furui Café for Yuu. He came right on time and smiled at me. I wasn't excited anymore but I didn't let it show. I smiled back at him and linked my arm with his as he chattered to me. And to tell you the truth I didn't hear a word he was saying.
"Is something wrong, Sango?" Yuu asked.
Ah, I thought happily, first name basis!
"Nothing, Yuu, I'm just thinking." Die Houshi-sama!!
I smiled a fake smile and I hoped it wasn't too transparent. But Yuu was so dense he didn't seem to notice.
As we continued to walk through the park (I had just found out after he had asked me what was wrong) I continued to stare at my feet, remembering the awkward conversation Houshi-sama and myself had.
"So. . .do you like Kendo, Sango?" Yuu asked.
"yes, very much."
"You're very good at it."
"Is that so. . ."
"And I think I'd like to go up against you once again."
"Right. . ."
"And I'm guessing your just humoring me because I'm being a fill in for your ex."
"That's great."
Oops. . . "Yuu. . ."
"It's alright Sango, I don't mind."
"Yuu. . .I'm really sorry. I'm glad I'm here with you. It relieves me of—eh?!"
I couldn't finish my apology. You wanna know why?
A large yellow super ball had just bounced into Yuu's mouth.
"Mmmmph!!" he cried out.
"I-Is it stuck?" I asked as I stared at it closely. "Looks like it. Where the heck did it come from?" I looked around.
Which might not have been just a good idea, cause I got a big red super ball lunged into my eye.
"Are you alright, Sango?" Yuu came over to me, holding his chin. The super balls were very large so I could understand, maybe it had cracked his jaw.
"yea, I'm fine."
"GET OUT!!" a high voice yelled.
I snapped my gave to the playground slide where a small boy with red hair sat, had face dirty and his clothes torn. He held a remote control and large super balls, all different colors, were hovering around him, emitting electricity whenever they came close to him.
"I said: GET OUT!!" he yelled as he pushed the red button on his controller. The super balls came forward at excruciating speeds and attacked.
"Damn. . .kid!!" Sango yelled as she dodged the quick attacks of the super balls. Glad I was a youkai taijiya back in Kyoto, she thought triumphantly as she dodged 5 at a time in different directions, I would've been lying on the ground crying like Yuu is right now—
"Yuu!!" I yelled, finally noticing that he was having a harder time protecting himself then I had.
I sighed as I stopped moving and the super balls backed off, heading toward Yuu.
I pulled out my bokken that I carried around with me everywhere.
"Yuu! Catch!!" I yelled, throwing my wooden bokken toward him.
He caught it and the magic started. His skills at kendo was even more impressive then his resemblance to Houshi-sama.
Mental kick in the eye for that one!!
(Other POV)
"Ne."
"What?"
"You think Sango-chan's alright?"
"Why wouldn't she be?"
"She's mentally unstable."
"Okay."
"And she's just met with her ex-Mr. Right. I'd be pretty teared up with I had to go on a date after that kind of encounter."
"Right."
"I mean, she isn't as mentally powerful as I am but she's got enough strength to go on."
"That's okay."
"And you're not listening to me are you?"
"Great!"
"INUYASHA!! Go to hell!!"
(Sango-chan's POV)
After the super balls had ceased to attack I went to Yuu's side.
"Are you alright, Yuu? You're hurt all over." I took back my bokken before putting my around his shoulders.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He said and smiled up at me.
And my heart leaped. It was like being asked out by Houshi-sama once again. That feeling was so strong.
"C-could you be. . .my. . ." Mr. Right? I couldn't' finish my sentence outloud. No way!! No way was some *man* gonna take advantage of me if I said my true feelings.
"Sango. . ."
"UGH!! Get out of my PARK!!!" Uh-oh, the crazed kid was still there.
He came over to us and he was almost as tall as us while we sat on the ground.
He wore blue overalls and a shirt that looked like it wad once red. His green eyes were frightening. His red hair looked almost orange and it was tied back with a blue bow.
"Who the hell are you, kid?" Can you tell I don't like kids?
"I'm Shippou." He said as he held his controller tight. "Who," he lifted a gun from his pocket to my forehead, "are you?"
"Uh. . ."
Now I REALLY hated kids!!
Sorry for the shirt chapter AND long not updating time. A lot's been happening. My father almost died, my parents have been fighting and getting a divorce, and I'm battling with my raging girlish emotions, really bad.
I hope you didn't hate this chapter, and I appreciate the reviews.
So onto the next chapter and I promise it'll come out sooner.
Next chapter:
Chapter 10: I Can't Take It Anymore