Disclaimer: (slc) Yup! I own InuYasha. Movie 1 & 2. Hey, Sarah! What?! No!
NO!!! Don't take them! Gaaah . . .
AN: A-N-Y-W-A-Y, wassup everyone? For all you New Englanders out there, how are you liking the warm weather? GOD! I'm loving it! It's awesome after that ridiculously long winter. But anyway, I recommend staying inside if you're near the Boston area. All hell's breaking loose with the DNC, as you know. And I know that my friends are sick and tired of my anime talk but I just have to say I'm excited for two things:
#1: InuYasha movie one, dubbed and in theaters already (though they're select...and the closest one to me is in NYC...dammit...) #2: Come 2005, Neon Genesis Evangelion is going Live Action with the help of Peter Jackson (dude who directed LOTR). I know this is old news but it's getting closer!
God I'm a freak.
Oh well. I won't keep you held up any longer. :-)
Enjoy!
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Way Enough
--- (Kagome's POV)
"Hard on port . . ."
. . .
"Hard, port . . ."
. . .
"Port, row harder!"
. . .
"Harder port! Starboard, slow it down!"
. . .
"INUYASHA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I SAID ROW HARDER!!!" Shippo's voice echos over the river and he manages to squirm himself around his little coxswain burrow and catch a glimse of what is going on up here in the stern with Inu-Yasha and I.
I personally don't see anything wrong . . .
. . . the insignificant, insensitive, egotistical, insolent, arrogant, disrespectful jerk in front of me on the other hand, thinks differently . . .
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING! I WAS ROWING HARDER! IT'S THIS LITTLE WENCH THAT'S ROWING TOO HARD!" he screams harshly.
I can feel my blood boil. "ME?! I'm rowing too hard?! I was hardly rowing at all! And don't call me a wench, you jerk!"
"I'm only calling you what you are! And I'm not a jerk!" He practically stabs at me.
I growl threateningly. At this point, I really need to just make him ticked off. And I have the perfect weapon to do it –
". . . maybe you're just weaker than I am . . ."
I notice that Sango and Miroku have been watching our every move ever since Shippo wanted to warm up the stern pair. I hear them suck in their breath.
InuYasha shoots me the coldest glare that's ever been given to me by anyone. I can feel an undesirable shiver run up my spine.
"Don't get me started, bitch . . ." I can see his eye twitch a few times in frustration.
I can hear Sango's voice speaking from behind me. "You know, I was watching the whole thing and Kagome was hardly moving; she was rowing so light . . ."
"Who asked you?!" InuYasha shouts from in front of me. Then calls the perverted one's voice.
"You know, you should never underestimate the power of a woman."
"Miroku?" InuYasha says rather calmly.
"Yes?"
I can hear the amber eyed teen in front of me breathe in . . .
Oh god.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Suddenly, the birds from the near by trees disperse and flutter away, causing the trees to flow in almost a wind-like motion.
Then I hear Shippo over the cox-box. "KEEP the language DOWN!" All of the sudden, I can hear a soft and muffled 'help me' over the speaker followed by a sigh.
"Alright, way enough stern pair. Bow pair at the catch."
Sango sighs from behind me. I briefly hear her muttering something to Miroku- "I was hoping they wouldn't fight for at least another fifteen minutes."
"I was aiming for twenty-" he softly replies before Sango returns to her 'safe distance position'.
"Bow pair at the catch-"
'Why does InuYasha have to be such an asshole?! What did I ever do to him that would make him this upset at me? I think it's his ego . . . but maybe not . . .'
"Ready!"
'I mean, I've only known him for a day for god sake but I still feel like I've been arguing with him forever. It's weird . . .
I feel like . . .
"Row!"
. . . like I've known him forever . . .'
. . .
I shake my head lightly.
- - -
The boat is eerly silent as Miroku and Sango row.
InuYasha and I haven't spoken since our argument about an hour ago.
Shikon keeps leaning to one side on occasion, and then to the other, and then back again . . .
Oy.
Suddenly I hear Shippo-chan over the speaker. "Bow pair, way enough. Good job you guys . . ."
I can hear Sango and Miroku pant over the silence . . .
Shippo could have stopped there . . .
But no.
". . . at least some people can row decently without arguing. . ."
Ooohh, here it comes . . .
"Well MAYBE if a certain WENCH would do what she's TOLD to do, we'd be getting somewhere!!" the silver-haired boy in front of me shouts.
OH! Okay, you wanna play, puppy dog?! Let's play!
"Well maybe if the weak little dog in front of me would row harder instead of blaming the whole thing on someone who's stronger than him, THEN we'd be FINE!!"
There.
Judging by the look of kill he has on his face, I take it he's not done . . .
But before he can open his wide trap and shout back, we both hear a squeal and a slap that echoes across the sunset painted river.
"YOU PERVERT!!!"
InuYasha sighs as he speaks. "Miroku, can't you see I'm trying to show this wench who's boss?! Can you PLEASE keep your hands to yourself?"
Miroku chuckles and shrugs before cracking open an eye at us and widening every facial movement he can at the sight.
"Look who's talking." He replies slyly.
. . .
What is he talking about?
. . .
That's when I realize the situation InuYasha and I have gotten ourselves into.
I have no idea how it happened but apparently InuYasha got so mad that as he was leaning forward, I was leaning back to the point that he was on top of me . . .
. . .
We both blush furiously before flying backward. "GAAAHH!!!" we both scream in unison, panting as we're a good seven feet away from each other.
Which, in a crew boat, is quite a long distance.
Sango giggles as Miroku leans up and whispers something in her ear which I can barely catch a hint of since I'm so far back . . .
Something about 'we' and 'do that too' . . .
. . .
"WHY YOU LITTLE LECH!!! LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMMIT!!!"
This is when Miroku goes flying out of the boat.
- - -
"Alright, alright. This is how it works." Shippo says rather loudly now that he's turned off his cox box. He is currently helping me wrap a blanket around the very wet Miroku.
Sango currently doesn't have the heart to do it right now . . . no one would for that matter . . .
Shippo coughs. "You each must keep watch over the boat for two hours during the night. I will start off. When my shift is done, I will wake up Miroku and have him stay awake for two hours, then he will wake up Sango, and Sango will wake up Kagome when she's done, etc. We clear?"
I nod along with Sango. InuYasha doesn't even bother and Miroku's shivering too much, I don't even know if he's nodding or not.
Sango and I switch back to our assigned seats as Miroku gives her an apologetic look. I know she wants to stay mad, but she can't. I can see her smile briefly back at him.
I wish InuYasha and I were that easy to patch up . . .
But he's just such a jerk! I can't stand it sometimes . . .!
I bet deep down he's just a little puppy . . .
I'm so deep in my thoughts, I didn't hear myself giggle.
"What's so funny, wench?"
I bolt upward. "N-nothing!" I reply as I examine his golden-amber orbs staring back at my own.
It's almost unnatural . . . I've never seen eyes like that . . . god, they're gorgeous . . .
?!
Where the hell did that come from?!
"Keh," is all he replies. Talk about a wide vocabulary . . .
I mentally sigh for the umpteenth time today.
Home never seemed so good . . .
- - -
Ria
AN: A-N-Y-W-A-Y, wassup everyone? For all you New Englanders out there, how are you liking the warm weather? GOD! I'm loving it! It's awesome after that ridiculously long winter. But anyway, I recommend staying inside if you're near the Boston area. All hell's breaking loose with the DNC, as you know. And I know that my friends are sick and tired of my anime talk but I just have to say I'm excited for two things:
#1: InuYasha movie one, dubbed and in theaters already (though they're select...and the closest one to me is in NYC...dammit...) #2: Come 2005, Neon Genesis Evangelion is going Live Action with the help of Peter Jackson (dude who directed LOTR). I know this is old news but it's getting closer!
God I'm a freak.
Oh well. I won't keep you held up any longer. :-)
Enjoy!
---
Way Enough
--- (Kagome's POV)
"Hard on port . . ."
. . .
"Hard, port . . ."
. . .
"Port, row harder!"
. . .
"Harder port! Starboard, slow it down!"
. . .
"INUYASHA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I SAID ROW HARDER!!!" Shippo's voice echos over the river and he manages to squirm himself around his little coxswain burrow and catch a glimse of what is going on up here in the stern with Inu-Yasha and I.
I personally don't see anything wrong . . .
. . . the insignificant, insensitive, egotistical, insolent, arrogant, disrespectful jerk in front of me on the other hand, thinks differently . . .
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING! I WAS ROWING HARDER! IT'S THIS LITTLE WENCH THAT'S ROWING TOO HARD!" he screams harshly.
I can feel my blood boil. "ME?! I'm rowing too hard?! I was hardly rowing at all! And don't call me a wench, you jerk!"
"I'm only calling you what you are! And I'm not a jerk!" He practically stabs at me.
I growl threateningly. At this point, I really need to just make him ticked off. And I have the perfect weapon to do it –
". . . maybe you're just weaker than I am . . ."
I notice that Sango and Miroku have been watching our every move ever since Shippo wanted to warm up the stern pair. I hear them suck in their breath.
InuYasha shoots me the coldest glare that's ever been given to me by anyone. I can feel an undesirable shiver run up my spine.
"Don't get me started, bitch . . ." I can see his eye twitch a few times in frustration.
I can hear Sango's voice speaking from behind me. "You know, I was watching the whole thing and Kagome was hardly moving; she was rowing so light . . ."
"Who asked you?!" InuYasha shouts from in front of me. Then calls the perverted one's voice.
"You know, you should never underestimate the power of a woman."
"Miroku?" InuYasha says rather calmly.
"Yes?"
I can hear the amber eyed teen in front of me breathe in . . .
Oh god.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Suddenly, the birds from the near by trees disperse and flutter away, causing the trees to flow in almost a wind-like motion.
Then I hear Shippo over the cox-box. "KEEP the language DOWN!" All of the sudden, I can hear a soft and muffled 'help me' over the speaker followed by a sigh.
"Alright, way enough stern pair. Bow pair at the catch."
Sango sighs from behind me. I briefly hear her muttering something to Miroku- "I was hoping they wouldn't fight for at least another fifteen minutes."
"I was aiming for twenty-" he softly replies before Sango returns to her 'safe distance position'.
"Bow pair at the catch-"
'Why does InuYasha have to be such an asshole?! What did I ever do to him that would make him this upset at me? I think it's his ego . . . but maybe not . . .'
"Ready!"
'I mean, I've only known him for a day for god sake but I still feel like I've been arguing with him forever. It's weird . . .
I feel like . . .
"Row!"
. . . like I've known him forever . . .'
. . .
I shake my head lightly.
- - -
The boat is eerly silent as Miroku and Sango row.
InuYasha and I haven't spoken since our argument about an hour ago.
Shikon keeps leaning to one side on occasion, and then to the other, and then back again . . .
Oy.
Suddenly I hear Shippo-chan over the speaker. "Bow pair, way enough. Good job you guys . . ."
I can hear Sango and Miroku pant over the silence . . .
Shippo could have stopped there . . .
But no.
". . . at least some people can row decently without arguing. . ."
Ooohh, here it comes . . .
"Well MAYBE if a certain WENCH would do what she's TOLD to do, we'd be getting somewhere!!" the silver-haired boy in front of me shouts.
OH! Okay, you wanna play, puppy dog?! Let's play!
"Well maybe if the weak little dog in front of me would row harder instead of blaming the whole thing on someone who's stronger than him, THEN we'd be FINE!!"
There.
Judging by the look of kill he has on his face, I take it he's not done . . .
But before he can open his wide trap and shout back, we both hear a squeal and a slap that echoes across the sunset painted river.
"YOU PERVERT!!!"
InuYasha sighs as he speaks. "Miroku, can't you see I'm trying to show this wench who's boss?! Can you PLEASE keep your hands to yourself?"
Miroku chuckles and shrugs before cracking open an eye at us and widening every facial movement he can at the sight.
"Look who's talking." He replies slyly.
. . .
What is he talking about?
. . .
That's when I realize the situation InuYasha and I have gotten ourselves into.
I have no idea how it happened but apparently InuYasha got so mad that as he was leaning forward, I was leaning back to the point that he was on top of me . . .
. . .
We both blush furiously before flying backward. "GAAAHH!!!" we both scream in unison, panting as we're a good seven feet away from each other.
Which, in a crew boat, is quite a long distance.
Sango giggles as Miroku leans up and whispers something in her ear which I can barely catch a hint of since I'm so far back . . .
Something about 'we' and 'do that too' . . .
. . .
"WHY YOU LITTLE LECH!!! LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMMIT!!!"
This is when Miroku goes flying out of the boat.
- - -
"Alright, alright. This is how it works." Shippo says rather loudly now that he's turned off his cox box. He is currently helping me wrap a blanket around the very wet Miroku.
Sango currently doesn't have the heart to do it right now . . . no one would for that matter . . .
Shippo coughs. "You each must keep watch over the boat for two hours during the night. I will start off. When my shift is done, I will wake up Miroku and have him stay awake for two hours, then he will wake up Sango, and Sango will wake up Kagome when she's done, etc. We clear?"
I nod along with Sango. InuYasha doesn't even bother and Miroku's shivering too much, I don't even know if he's nodding or not.
Sango and I switch back to our assigned seats as Miroku gives her an apologetic look. I know she wants to stay mad, but she can't. I can see her smile briefly back at him.
I wish InuYasha and I were that easy to patch up . . .
But he's just such a jerk! I can't stand it sometimes . . .!
I bet deep down he's just a little puppy . . .
I'm so deep in my thoughts, I didn't hear myself giggle.
"What's so funny, wench?"
I bolt upward. "N-nothing!" I reply as I examine his golden-amber orbs staring back at my own.
It's almost unnatural . . . I've never seen eyes like that . . . god, they're gorgeous . . .
?!
Where the hell did that come from?!
"Keh," is all he replies. Talk about a wide vocabulary . . .
I mentally sigh for the umpteenth time today.
Home never seemed so good . . .
- - -
Ria