Hope you noticed I changed my screen name. I was tired of the old one so I
changed it for the new year. Instead of Lil'Lyn713 I am now Strawberry Lyn
(though I'm not sure it's so much better -_-')
Disclaimer: Always forget to put one in. Anyways, would Inuyasha really belong to a thirteen-year-old black girl? Don't think so.
BTW: I think I've found out what that fluffy thing Sesshoumaru carries around is. Did anyone care to take into consideration that the "fluffy thing" my be some sort of cape. (his father had something like it in the movie, that's how I guessed)
***I wish I wasn't***
"Well, it seems you have all the qualities I have required. You've got the job!"
"Thank you Mrs. Takashi!"
"You begin on Thursday then."
The two shook hands. Just then, the door was heard opening and a loud "I'm home!" was heard through the large house. 'I know that voice.'
"Come on Kagome, I want you to meet my husband," Kikyo said and disappeared around the corner. Kagome let out a breath, brushed the wrinkles out of her clothing, and turned the corner.
'Inuyasha?!'
They were in a heartfelt embrace, they're lips locked together. Her heart sank, the shock hitting her so hard; she had to use the wall to keep her standing. They finally let go for air, Kikyo turning around. Inuyasha looked up at Kagome, his eyes suddenly widening in pure shock and horror.
"Kagome, this is my husband, Inuyasha Takashi."
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"He didn't tell me he was married, Sango! He doesn't even wear a damn ring!"
"It's alright Kagome," Miroku said.
"No it's not! I've become the hoar in some rich bastard's affair!"
Sango patted her friend on the back. "He doesn't deserve you Kagome."
"Men are scum of the earth."
Miroku let out a cough, then scurried off before Kagome tried to stab him with a pair of ice tongs.
"And he didn't say anything?"
"Nope, he just stared like I grew another head or something!" Kagome took another shot of vodka then slammed the glass on the table, squeezing it with all her might, pretending it was the hanyou's head. She usually didn't drink, but the alcohol was her sanctuary at the moment.
"Did you say anything?"
"I couldn't. I mean my boss, Kikyo, she seems nice. She didn't deserve that. Inuyasha doesn't deserve her! Plus, he comes here every night, what the hell am I supposed to say to him?"
"I hope you rot in hell and your manhood falls off sounds nice," Sango said.
"Why?" Kagome asked, "Why does a man do this and think he can get away with it?"
"The same reason a dog licks himself," Sango replied, "because he can."
"Speak of the dog..." Kagome turned away from him as he walked up to her.
"Kagome, I've been looking all over for you!" he said in an almost exasperated tone. She remained turned away from him, but replied, "You sure you don't have me confused with your wife?!"
"Oh yeah, that...."
"Oh yeah, that? Is that all you have to say? As many times as we have seen each other never have you ONCE given me a clue that you were married! And all you can say is OH YEAH, THAT?!" She was standing up glaring him by now, gaining the attention of everyone in the bar.
"I know, I can explain-"
"I don't wanna hear it! I am pissed off at the highest level of pissidity with you right now and I do not need you telling me what you THINK I need to know!"
"Pissidity?" Miroku whispered to Sango from the sidelines.
"Hey, she just had three shots of vodka," Sango replied.
Kagome brushed by him, heading towards the door. He reached to grab her arms, but she had managed to grabbed a tequila off of the bar table and splash it in the hanyou's face giving her just enough of a distraction to run out of the bar, hearing clapping noises of the customers hooting random phases like, "You go girl!" "Tell him!" and "I can treat you better!"
Meanwhile....*******************************************************
"Hmm...." Kagura inspected the small brown bottle in her hands, "Cover up? Not gonna ask..."
She pushed the vacuum with her foot, her eyes still scanning the room. She had a tendency of going through her employer's things while she worked. She never knew what interesting things you would find, plus the great things she learned about her employers. Including that fluffy thing under his bed, she had just found out that Mr. Sesshoumaru was a drag queen.
She turned off the vacuum. The "Kid" as Kagura called her, was in her bedroom, which was shrouded in pink and Malibu Barbie. Sure, the kid was cute, but she seemed like a bit of an airhead, and WAY too perky and bouncy for her taste.
She heard the lock click on the door. 'The Ice Prince is home...' She locked up the vacuum and scurried out. The "Ice Prince" preferred everything in perfect order down to the hairs on his head. And disobedience paid a heavy price.
A pay deduction.
Kagura walked out into the living room, waiting the great one's orders. He came, as expressionless as ever, seeming to not to (or refusing) to take notice of the young woman before him. His little servant had followed him everywhere, like an annoying little shadow. Honestly she couldn't believe Sesshoumaru hadn't thrown the little green midget out the window of his 30th story apartment. "Where's Rin?" Sesshoumaru finally asked.
'He speaks,' she said to herself, "she's in her room. Can I go now?"
"You may leave."
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the apartment. "Bye Ru Paul!"
(AN: For those of you who don't know, Ru Paul is a famous transvestite/drag queen)
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"Ughhhh, shouldn't have had the *hic* alcohol..."
Kagome straddled down the street. This was definitely not the smartest things she had done in her life. Here she was drunk as a hobo on a good day, walking down the street of one of the biggest- not to mention one of the most dangerous- cities in Japan, not knowing where she was going. She had heard of young women being taken advantage of in the dark alleys of Tokyo. And right now she was pretty much easy prey at the moment, considering her "wonderful' motor skills and hand-eye coordination.
She stumbled, but luckily regained what was left of her balance on a street lamp. Her eyes were growing in and out of focus, and she felt like she had spun around from twenty-four hours straight. Kagome leaned against the pole and slowly slid to the sidewalk, the liquor taking full affect on her brain.
She managed to see a blurry figure hovering above her. "Do you need help?" It sounded further away than it actually was. All she could telll was that it was a male voice, of who did know. If she was in her right state of mind, she would have said no....
"Sure, *hic* thank you."
But unfortunately wasn't in her right state of mind.
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Bum, bum, bum!
Disclaimer: Always forget to put one in. Anyways, would Inuyasha really belong to a thirteen-year-old black girl? Don't think so.
BTW: I think I've found out what that fluffy thing Sesshoumaru carries around is. Did anyone care to take into consideration that the "fluffy thing" my be some sort of cape. (his father had something like it in the movie, that's how I guessed)
***I wish I wasn't***
"Well, it seems you have all the qualities I have required. You've got the job!"
"Thank you Mrs. Takashi!"
"You begin on Thursday then."
The two shook hands. Just then, the door was heard opening and a loud "I'm home!" was heard through the large house. 'I know that voice.'
"Come on Kagome, I want you to meet my husband," Kikyo said and disappeared around the corner. Kagome let out a breath, brushed the wrinkles out of her clothing, and turned the corner.
'Inuyasha?!'
They were in a heartfelt embrace, they're lips locked together. Her heart sank, the shock hitting her so hard; she had to use the wall to keep her standing. They finally let go for air, Kikyo turning around. Inuyasha looked up at Kagome, his eyes suddenly widening in pure shock and horror.
"Kagome, this is my husband, Inuyasha Takashi."
*******************************************************************
"He didn't tell me he was married, Sango! He doesn't even wear a damn ring!"
"It's alright Kagome," Miroku said.
"No it's not! I've become the hoar in some rich bastard's affair!"
Sango patted her friend on the back. "He doesn't deserve you Kagome."
"Men are scum of the earth."
Miroku let out a cough, then scurried off before Kagome tried to stab him with a pair of ice tongs.
"And he didn't say anything?"
"Nope, he just stared like I grew another head or something!" Kagome took another shot of vodka then slammed the glass on the table, squeezing it with all her might, pretending it was the hanyou's head. She usually didn't drink, but the alcohol was her sanctuary at the moment.
"Did you say anything?"
"I couldn't. I mean my boss, Kikyo, she seems nice. She didn't deserve that. Inuyasha doesn't deserve her! Plus, he comes here every night, what the hell am I supposed to say to him?"
"I hope you rot in hell and your manhood falls off sounds nice," Sango said.
"Why?" Kagome asked, "Why does a man do this and think he can get away with it?"
"The same reason a dog licks himself," Sango replied, "because he can."
"Speak of the dog..." Kagome turned away from him as he walked up to her.
"Kagome, I've been looking all over for you!" he said in an almost exasperated tone. She remained turned away from him, but replied, "You sure you don't have me confused with your wife?!"
"Oh yeah, that...."
"Oh yeah, that? Is that all you have to say? As many times as we have seen each other never have you ONCE given me a clue that you were married! And all you can say is OH YEAH, THAT?!" She was standing up glaring him by now, gaining the attention of everyone in the bar.
"I know, I can explain-"
"I don't wanna hear it! I am pissed off at the highest level of pissidity with you right now and I do not need you telling me what you THINK I need to know!"
"Pissidity?" Miroku whispered to Sango from the sidelines.
"Hey, she just had three shots of vodka," Sango replied.
Kagome brushed by him, heading towards the door. He reached to grab her arms, but she had managed to grabbed a tequila off of the bar table and splash it in the hanyou's face giving her just enough of a distraction to run out of the bar, hearing clapping noises of the customers hooting random phases like, "You go girl!" "Tell him!" and "I can treat you better!"
Meanwhile....*******************************************************
"Hmm...." Kagura inspected the small brown bottle in her hands, "Cover up? Not gonna ask..."
She pushed the vacuum with her foot, her eyes still scanning the room. She had a tendency of going through her employer's things while she worked. She never knew what interesting things you would find, plus the great things she learned about her employers. Including that fluffy thing under his bed, she had just found out that Mr. Sesshoumaru was a drag queen.
She turned off the vacuum. The "Kid" as Kagura called her, was in her bedroom, which was shrouded in pink and Malibu Barbie. Sure, the kid was cute, but she seemed like a bit of an airhead, and WAY too perky and bouncy for her taste.
She heard the lock click on the door. 'The Ice Prince is home...' She locked up the vacuum and scurried out. The "Ice Prince" preferred everything in perfect order down to the hairs on his head. And disobedience paid a heavy price.
A pay deduction.
Kagura walked out into the living room, waiting the great one's orders. He came, as expressionless as ever, seeming to not to (or refusing) to take notice of the young woman before him. His little servant had followed him everywhere, like an annoying little shadow. Honestly she couldn't believe Sesshoumaru hadn't thrown the little green midget out the window of his 30th story apartment. "Where's Rin?" Sesshoumaru finally asked.
'He speaks,' she said to herself, "she's in her room. Can I go now?"
"You may leave."
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the apartment. "Bye Ru Paul!"
(AN: For those of you who don't know, Ru Paul is a famous transvestite/drag queen)
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"Ughhhh, shouldn't have had the *hic* alcohol..."
Kagome straddled down the street. This was definitely not the smartest things she had done in her life. Here she was drunk as a hobo on a good day, walking down the street of one of the biggest- not to mention one of the most dangerous- cities in Japan, not knowing where she was going. She had heard of young women being taken advantage of in the dark alleys of Tokyo. And right now she was pretty much easy prey at the moment, considering her "wonderful' motor skills and hand-eye coordination.
She stumbled, but luckily regained what was left of her balance on a street lamp. Her eyes were growing in and out of focus, and she felt like she had spun around from twenty-four hours straight. Kagome leaned against the pole and slowly slid to the sidewalk, the liquor taking full affect on her brain.
She managed to see a blurry figure hovering above her. "Do you need help?" It sounded further away than it actually was. All she could telll was that it was a male voice, of who did know. If she was in her right state of mind, she would have said no....
"Sure, *hic* thank you."
But unfortunately wasn't in her right state of mind.
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Bum, bum, bum!