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I couldn't update soon enough because I had to do homework. Yes, you read correctly, it's no typo. Homework. Had to read the book, "Tuesdays With Morrie" and take out 25 quotes, describing their meanings in a double entry and turn it in on the first day of school. I'm not sure if us freshmen had to do it, because my sister Keaten who is in 10th said that they had a month extra to complete it, but I just wanted to get it out of the way.
But before all that happened, I had viruses in my computer (168 without Norton Anti-Virus) and it took about three days to get everything completely out with AVG. Now I'm stuck with the rest of my damaged files and a virus-free computer. Congratulations, to me.
And I got a cell phone. It's an old model, but it's still got me singing to Gary Jules, baby.
One more thing that actually concerns this story… well, in a way. The reason this chapter came out earlier than I thought it would (I R idle a-hole) came from inspiration by staring at a Hershey's Nuggets with Almonds wrapper. So while you're on your way out of your house to wherever you're heading, why don't you stop at your local Walgreen's and thank a nice piece of chocolaty goodness today? Wouldn't cause you no harm. Go get fatter, because who the hell actually cares what you look like in a bikini?
Now enough of my over-excessive wordplay, let's get this sucker rolling.
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Disposable Soul
Chapter 3: Bouncy Soul
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"It's been a while since InuYasha has gone in search for Lady Kagome, hasn't it?" Miroku asked. Sango and Shippou paused in their game of Patty Cake, a little game Kagome taught Shippou as Sango caught on, and turned their attention to the monk who leaned against the frame of the uncovered entrance. The reserved food, long since gone cool, sat by the fire pit in the middle of the hut.
"Don't worry so much about it, Miroku," Sango said. "The fog has moderately cleared up from the previous night and I'm sure InuYasha has found Kagome by now. InuYasha's feelings run deep for Kagome, you know this as much as I do. No doubt they're as right as rain."
Shippou hurriedly jostled past Sango and Miroku and sat outside on the floorboard porch-like steps, peering out and over the murky holy grounds.
"No matter what, I'm keeping look out for Kagome and that scruffy pooch. Who knows what he's doing to torture poor Kagome! I'm the strongest person here now, and since I'm demon I have to replace InuYasha's position in command and keep you two in line." Shippou crossed his little fox legs Indian-style, nose held high and spirit unbreakable.
Sango gave a little smile, "We are fortunate to have you around to protect us, Shippou. What would we do without you?" She was rewarded with a smirk and a boastful snort from the small fox.
"It still makes me wonder." Miroku said, his face sewn in a dazed complexion.
"What's on your mind, Miroku?" Sango asked, hoping not to get a quite unnecessary answer about the opposite gender. She looked at Miroku's face, and then followed his eyes to where his gaze ended.
"Something in the air is unsettled." He stated. "I can't put my finger on it, but there is definitely a shrewd essence that lingers here."
Sango gasped. "You don't think that the story was true, do you?"
Miroku turned to face Sango. "It's a possibility. What I told you about the doll and its control over females is a factor to this conniving mist that surrounds this shrine. If Kagome reached that one shed that contains the doll, than who knows what could've happened over night. We'll just have to wait and see if there are any apparent changes to Kagome's attitude."
Sango saw Shippou stand up and wave to get InuYasha's attention as he came leaping through the fog to where the three stood. "Looks like we'll find out soon enough."
InuYasha landed on the porch with an almost perfect posture, Kagome in his arms as she usually almost always is after every rescue mission. The reason was obvious why the dog boy could not score a perfect landing. His ruby-colored fire rat coat and chemises underneath it were pulled down from his right shoulder as Kagome's flimsy hands wandered hastily over his exposed skin, trying her best to take all of his shirts off while kissing him senseless. InuYasha's balance was unsurprisingly wobbly, of course. His honey-smothered eyes were glazed over, his hair in a messy tangle, ears shot straight up and vigilant, and a silly toothy grin substituting the typical frown upon his face.
And only one person can turn that frown upside down.
Kagome.
But this manner the schoolgirl was displaying with the brightest of flying colors was not of her usual nature. In fact, it was just the opposite.
"See any changes?" Sango questioned Miroku sarcastically. He had the goofiest smirk on his face, almost as goofy as InuYasha's, but not quite.
"Indeed there is, Sango. Indeed there is."
InuYasha managed to coax Kagome out of his arms and steadily onto the porch. However, it wasn't smooth sailing as she was suddenly clinged to by a package of fluff that had the scariest jade eyes she'd ever seen…
"WAAAAAAAAH! GETITOFF, GETITOFF, GETITOOOOOOFF MEEEE!" Kagome ran around frantically, wailing her arms about madly. InuYasha smirked. He had so waited for this moment all his life. Sango and Miroku just watched on curiously to Kagome's reaction to Shippou. This had not been the reaction they were expecting to witness from Kagome. Yes, maybe just a little perplexity. But Kagome was crying, for the love of—! It was just crooked.
"You heard her, half-pint, get off of her!" When he did nothing to move, maybe because he was just too scared to, InuYasha jerked the upset Shippou off of Kagome's bosom and threw him into a wooden beam with a grunt. "And stay off!"
Kagome ran to InuYasha and cried into his shoulder more than she would if she found out if Souta was going to bring Micheal Jackson to WacDonald's and play in the ball pit together ("Marco!" "Polo!"). InuYash tried to comfort Kagome to the best of his abilities, but being the typical male, all he could do was hold her and whisper soothing words in her ear as she wailed hysterically. Sango saw InuYasha's discomfort, and walked up to Kagome, placing a friendly hand upon her shoulder.
"Kagome," Sango said, noticing the way her friend had stiffened by the call of her name. "What's wrong? Why are you so scared of Shippou?"
"What… did… you… say…?"
Dead slow, Kagome turned her body robotically out of InuYasha's grip and craned her head up to look into Sango's eyes. Sango gasped and took a steady step backwards just when Kagome bellowed a loud war cry and launched herself at Sango. They both fell backwards, Kagome's fingers latching over Sango's neck in a death squeeze as they hit the ground. The demon annihilator's eyes widened significantly as she began to breathe with difficulty, scratching at Kagome's arms, squirming around desperately trying to remove her hands from around her neck.
"Lady Kagome—what do you think you are doing?!" Miroku ran over to Sango's side, whil InuYasha pulled Kagome off of Sango harshly, her mood changing into a cuddly format like she did not even remember throttling her best friend out of the blue just seconds ago. Miroku held Sango's rasping frame to his chest with care.
"Kagome, why did you do that?!" InuYasha yelled, tilting Kagome's chin upwards to meet his eyes. Her happy grin faltered.
"I had to take her down before she got to me." Kagome frowned. "She was going to get rid of me to get to you, Inu-chan."
"If that's not one of the most dumbest things you've ever said, Kagome—!" InuYasha growled as he smacked his hand to his forehead. He saw Kagome's lip quiver.
"You think I'm dumb…?" Kagome sniffled, her eyes dewy and doe-like. InuYasha was about to protest, but Miroku spoke up first before an awkward fight broke in between them.
"Lady Kagome," Kagome swiftly stared at the monk, her eyebrow twitching now and then. "What has gotten into you? What has led to you to have fear of Shippou and violently attack Sango like she was your mortal enemy?"
Kagome just frostily stood there, folding her arms across her chest. "Excuse me?"
Miroku helped Sango to stand as she rubbed her neck, her breathing going back to normal.
"I asked you—"
"Don't you get snappy at me!" Kagome yelled, shaking her fist in the monk's direction. "I've done nothing wrong to deserve that tone of voice, so go give it to someone who'll actually put up with it! Good day to you, sir." With that, Kagome turned her back domineeringly to the group, stomping her way into the room she was assigned to.
"I get it," InuYasha stated. "Something is wrong here."
Everyone within a 2-mile radius proceeded to face plant into the ground.
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"So she was like this when you found her?" Miroku asked the bewildered crossbreed.
Since Kagome was re-introduced, so to speak, to the gang her attitude towards each and every one of them changed. Apparently, she was very quixotic, not to mention exotic as well, with InuYasha. But there were more changes. She was now strewn with fierce anger like ruthless rainfall whenever eye-to-eye with Sango. Maybe thinking that when she turned her back to the demon annihilator, she'd snatch InuYasha from her grasp at any second.
Shippou sat in a corner facing the wall in confusion because of earlier actions. When he was glomping onto Kagome as InuYasha put her down on the porch steps, too bouncy to contain his joy of seeing her again, he did not catch the smell of fear that was rolling off of her in waves. Immediately Kagome had burst into tears.
Yet near Miroku, well, Kagome was definitely not a row of sparkly cheerleaders. In fact she acted capricious and offended at everything he said. If it were a gracious compliment, or a question directed to her she'd immediately blow up in rage of offense and had to be held back by InuYasha before she clouted the hankie stuffing out of him.
This you already know of, yet it's hard for anyone to understand. Especially InuYasha, I mean, it took him a few hours fully understanding the concept that something was actually wrong with Kagome, and that is wasn't just stress or too much fog inhalation.
"Feh, isn't that what I've been saying, monk?" InuYasha barked. Kagome was asleep in InuYasha's lap, for she refused to let him go anywhere out of her grasp. So for now InuYasha was slouched against the hut partition as one of his hands abstractedly combed itself through her inky hair as the other held her body securely to him.
"All right. Tell me InuYasha," Miroku rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Did you happen to see a doll by Kagome's feet? Perhaps an old woman nearby that warned you to shy away from the premises of the shed?"
InuYasha hoisted a brow. "Where's this going, Miroku?"
"I am just trying to say that it could be a possibility Kagome is possessed by the spirit of the doll the old woman had explained to Shippou and I." The monk began. "And as she seems harmless now, well not for Sango, this process could develop into something more dangerous. We need to find the doll and possibly the old woman and it's best we leave as soon as we can."
The fresh zephyrs of early sunup blew in through the glassless window frames. Shippou took his time on getting up from his corner and walking over to where Kagome lie snoozing. His tiny hand reached out and patted Kagome on the head as he sat in front of her, observing her pokerfaced veneer. InuYasha watched as Shippou just stared longingly at Kagome's face and decided to lay-off of insulting him for once. Shippou most likely thought of Kagome as his surrogate mother, and having his own mother break into tears at the sight of him must be causing him some sort of inner chaos.
"Miroku, why do you need to hunt down an old lady anyways? Didn't she tell you more than enough information you need to know about the stupid toy?" InuYasha spat. Shippou crawled into Kagome's lap, but didn't have the chance to settle in. InuYasha successfully socked him on the head making the poor kit fly into a wall across the room.
"Hey! What did you do that for?!" Shippou hollered as he sat up and rubbed the aching goose bump on the side of his head.
"You know what's going to happen when she wakes up, don't you?! She's going to cry and claw at me like I'm a breathing cat scratch post!" InuYasha yelled back. Shippou sat in his corner with his back to InuYasha, probably so no one can see his moping.
"It's not like you don't like it…" The fox mumbled darkly.
"What did you say, runt?!" Shippou was too busy murmuring to himself to hear InuYasha's rants and spats of rage.
"If you would like to get back on the urgent topic at hand, InuYasha, I'm waiting." Miroku shook his head. He was being ignored and there was no use in getting between two demons while they bickered uselessly. Miroku stood and left the hut.
As he stepped outside he saw that Sango was sitting to the far left of the small veranda, staring at a small purple plant as she stroked the sleeping Kirara lovingly in her lap. He made his way next to the drab Sango and sat beside her. They sat in silence, just looking at the small purple flower.
"You know it's funny." Sango spoke. The tough exterior of hers just seemed to melt away each fleeting moment only to reveal a soft-cored young woman. Miroku was caught off guard by her current state of vulnerability. The word was a weakness in itself, not the right way to describe a person such as she, even when her barricade of robustness was up, you could see her liability gain way. Fading scratches around her neck added to the effect.
"What is?" Miroku asked, collecting himself together as he hugged his staff to his shoulder, folding his legs criss-cross-applesauce and willing to talk Sango through whatever inner mayhem she was going through.
"Life."
The monk blinked. "Why is life so funny, Sango? I'd like to see if from your view."
"That's the thing, you can't." Sango gave a cold laugh then ran her fingers over Kirara's right ear. "Some people are not willing to accept life the way it is, so they shy away, stay in the dark, notice everything in the world that's going on and yet miss out on everything. There are those who don't notice a thing, yet they live life to the fullest. Then there's everyone in between. But the thing is, no one can rate themselves on a level from can't getting enough of life to not wanting it anymore. You can try, but you'll only end up confused or you'll only be lying to yourself."
Miroku nodded sagely. "Very true, indeed. It sounds like you've been dwelling on the subject for quite sometime."
"You learn a lot when you've been living in the dark."
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And the crowd says, "And how much fog have you've been sniffing?"
Yeah, well, STFU, all of you.
I was kidding, don't look at me like that.
School is Monday! And according to the staff members, if they referred to this school in any other descriptive detail all they'd have left is "hell" and "barb wire shoved up your anus daily, as opposed to any other pointy object we can shove up there without crossing the border of meeting you in court".
So I honestly don't know when I'd produce another chapter. Yeah, sure, we have no school on Fridays. But don't just automatically think, "Oh happy day!" They don't give you Fridays off because they're nice people. They give you Fridays off because there's so much homework shoveled out it involves you taking a day off of school to complete it. I'm really excited about working again, though. I really feel useless during the summer because I have nothing to do. But soon enough, you'll hear me bitching about it, I'll soon grow a beard, wear jail breaker uniforms accompanied with shackles, and scratch at cement floor yelling, "Help me!" in which you will just turn and walk away.
So I'm just going to respond reviews now to get over the heartbreak.
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Airwalk55 :: Your smiles melt my soul. Thanks for your big smile!
eX Driver Liz :: His eyes could have noticed the doll, but let's face it, if he noticed it than he probably would have thought it was 3vil and smash it repeatedly into the wall until the dust disappeared into the cracks of the floorboards. That would have proved righteously for the crappiest story of the month (until another one of them truth or dare/house party/group orgy fics comes out then they take the spot at #1).
Dr. Tomwe :: My fingers are Vienna Sausages when it comes to typing. You know how us teens just like to do things fast, or do things correctly. I'd like to get a BETA reader like you suggested, but I'm just worried I'd piss them off. I get computer viruses by the dozen weekly and I don't think many people are willing to risk their data files for my sake of them reading anything I write. Can't ask my mom either, she doesn't even know I write anything else besides poems, much less post them on a website. I'd like to thank you for your compliments. I don't always get many inspiring reviews because many of them writing some find it amusing to bitch at me and dunk my head in scolding hot nacho cheese before totally biting it off. And don't worry; this story won't get too lemony. Sure, they'll be a lot of sugar bombs, but nothing too indecent.
CreepyKikyo :: To be honest, when I visited your Bio you scared the hell out of me. But you were nice enough not to full out insult my typos, but in place of my being frazzled by being corrected, I was glad to know that you found my typos amusing. I know they're good for something now. My writing style just blends in with the typos, so without them, it wouldn't be my style. Or maybe I'm being stupid. The world may never know.
Kaze no Kizu :: You should read some Ranma ½, because if this fic r0x0rs your b0x0rs, Ranma will knock your socks off. But all I really got from it was the doll possession idea. The rest was God's rim-shot proving just how far I can go to be a complete and total dumbass—in style, of course. Stick around; things just might get a little wishy-washy in chapters to come.
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Thus ends another complete chapter of "Disposable Soul". Don't forget to review for your gal, here! If you don't review I'll cry. And you don't want to see me cry because I can take down your entire country, son.
So the only logical thing to do besides die drowning is to… review!
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From the girl who is trying to finish writing before her mom comes home,
Hirari the 9th