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Evil Thing O' The Day: Male deer. Big strong swift ones (courtesy of my director (let's just call him Sir Richard DiCrazy, if you know him it should be painfully obvious) on my explanation tapes). Actually, they're not evil, just the amount of memorizing I have to do. And then Sir Richard goes on and on comparing Posthumus (my character from Cymbeline) to Othello (Othello) and Leontes (The Winter's Tale). Well, I guess they are rather similar. But then he went into this weird thing that either Iago (Othello) or Hamlet (if you don't know which one he's from I hereby declare you a literary outcast) said about sex and animals—specifically monkeys and goats. Now, be honest, what do you think of when you hear monkeys and goats? Do you think about sex? I personally think about a petting zoo…I will give Richard one thing though, he does wonders for my drawing. You should see the one I did of Puck…he is HOT, if I do say so myself.
NONONONONONONO: oh I give up. See, I did post! Now you have to scan in my pics!
myinuyasha04: yeah, I think the relationship's moving a little too fast, but I really can't help it! If you read Ten Thousand Shades Of Yellow (my next project), it should move slower...after all they absolutely hate each other in the beginning and she's stuck in a machine...yeah...so...anyway, thanx for reviewing and glad you liked it!
Vixenme: glad you liked ch. 5
Me: I noticed you were only on ch. 2, but when you get here, thanx!
Vixen-s.m.f: don't worry, the plot llama has bitten me too many times for me to stop writing!
Er, ANYWAY, on with the insanity…
"This is the one."
Inu-Yasha nodded in acknowledgement and pulled into the driveway of a small white house with red trim. Kagome opened her door and slid out of the car, seeming startled when he followed her.
"I'm still responsible for you until I hand you over to Sango and Miroku."
Kagome rang the doorbell (A/N yeah it's her house but maybe Sango changed the locks or something) and raised an eyebrow. "I hardly think I'm going to be attacked in my own driveway."
"It's happened before," he said tersely.
He's been so tense since K called, Kagome thought. I guess that's his way of showing he's unhappy. This speculation faded into the oppressive silence.
Several minutes passed and Sango didn't answer the door. Kagome stared at her shoes, wishing for something to say to break the awkwardness between them. Suddenly she could stand it no longer and with an Inu-Yasha-like growl threw her arms around his neck.
Inu-Yasha took a startled step back. Not wanting to ask her why he snaked his arms around her waist and buried his face in her shoulder. He pressed her close against him, trying to find the right words. It should be so easy, it should be so simple—
"Sorry sorry sorry!" cried Sango, yanking open the door. "I was in the shower, and then I had to punish the monk—Oh. Sorry," she said again, finally noticing the crimson hanyou and his fuchsia charge.
"It's all right," Kagome said, pulling away from Inu-Yasha. "What's this about punishing Miroku?"
Sango turned to glare at the man standing behind her in the doorway. "Somebody couldn't handle the sight of me in a towel."
Miroku grinned sheepishly. "But Sango, you're just so—"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence."
That brought a laugh out of everyone but Inu-Yasha. "You two keep her safe," he said seriously.
Miroku opened his mouth to protest the insult to his skills as a spy, but Sango caught his hand and he thought better of it. "Er…don't worry, Inu-Kun, we will."
Inu-Yasha nodded and, with a last glance to Kagome that said so much to Miroku and Sango, got back in his car and drove away.
Sango closed the door and turned to the forlorn Kagome. "You all right?" The author nodded, but Sango wasn't so sure. "You look like you need a hug. I know I'm no Inu-Yasha, but—"
"Hey!" Kagome protested feebly, turning slightly pink again. She smiled sheepishly. "Although you do have a point. I think I'll just go to bed. I'm very tired." She went upstairs.
"Oh, dear," said Sango quietly after she left. "I do hope she isn't going to be like this all week. Kagome isn't the moping type, but still…"
"She'll get over it," Miroku said knowledgeably, leaning closer.
Sango caught his hand en route to one of her less public regions. "Now the towel I somewhat understand, but couldn't you at least handle a bathrobe?"
He smiled disarmingly. "I couldn't handle you in a snowsuit."
Sango wasn't sure whether she should be flattered or disgusted. "Yes, well, we have a job to do, and I expect you to concentrate on it and not on me."
"I shall try," Miroku said valiantly. He mad it sound as though it would be very difficult—which, knowing him, it probably would.
Sango rolled her eyes. "All right, hentai, you guard Kagome while I get dressed. And no touching!" she called after him.
"Aww…"
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As Inu-Yasha drove home all he could think was Shit! Why did Sango have to inturrupt us!? I wanted a make-out session! Damn it! Now I am going to have to resort to a make-out session with Serge!
Actually, no. But my BFF is evil and she stole my notebook. Serge is the fictional gay lover of a boy in our cast at YSP.
I am not evil I am mad! And if I don't get a chapter by Thurs 1:00 There will be pain, lots of pain. On to the story
Inu-Yasha feeling scared of Serge, turned the car around and drove back to Kagome's house. He parked his car and rang the doorbell. Sango and Miroku answered the door together with crooked clothes and ragged breath. Miroku was wearing lipstick in a color that really didn't suit him. Inu-Yasha suppressed a laugh and pushed through them into the house.
And there she goes again. I believe I shall leave the mechanical errors in there in retribution. I would also like to take this moment to inform one 'Alessio' of my BFF's longstanding crush on him.
I hate Myriadragon and would like to say in my own defence: If She Would Write I Wouldn't Have To!
Iza-Kahuza, if you would be patient then I would. If you feel such a need to write, why not work on your own story? You're killing me with the whole Lira/Olis thing. AND IF SHE ENDS UP WITH KERNOK I WILL KILL YOU.
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ANYWAY, back to our irritable hanyou.
A few blocks away from Kagome- and Sango's house he realized he was growling. This only caused him to growl louder in annoyance. With a sigh he flicked on the radio in attempt to drown out his unsettled thoughts.
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always—
Inu-Yasha growled again and switched stations.
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
click
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think—
click
…I guess I need you baby—
click
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut, A Pizza Hut
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
MacDonald's, MacDonald's
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
Inu-Yasha let out a bark of laughter. Depressing love, depressing love, depressing love, depressing love, and fast food. What has the world come to? He pulled into the lot behind his apartment building.
This is stupid, he thought as he climbed the stairs. You only spent a month with her and you think you're in love! You're a hanyou—demons don't fall in love. Just because she didn't reject you—Stop acting like a lovesick puppy!
He growled irritable (again…) and told his voices in his head to SHUT UP. They did, with a parting 'You're stupid'.
Inu-Yasha dug in his pocket and found his key. He entered his home and flopped down on the couch. All right, so I'm being stupid. Then why do I feel so…
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A few hours later Sango entered Kagome's room to find not a sleeping woman and a watchful man, as she had expected, but rather a watchful woman and a sleeping man.
"Kagome! I thought you'd be asleep," she said, kicking Miroku.
"I couldn't sleep," Kagome replied, laughing softly as the 'monk' woke with a "Hn?"
"If you're going to sleep, go to my room. I'll stay here with Kagome," Sango said, rolling he eyes. Once he left, she continued, "I don't really like the idea of him being in my room, but what can we do? One of us has to stay with you in here and the other gets the other bedroom."
"And nobody wants me to share a bed with Miroku."
"I should hope not. But anyway, it looks like we'll be rooming together for a while," Sango said, climbing into bed. "So why can't you sleep?"
"I—it's nothing," Kagome said, though her face clearly said it was more than nothing.
"Ooohh," Sango said, drawing the word out knowingly. "This is about Inu-Yasha."
"Well…"
"Come on, Kame, you can tell me."
"Yeah, but it just sounds so…stupid," Kagome protested.
"More stupid then letting the monk see you in a towel?"
"Well, no," Kagome admitted with a laugh. "All right, I'll tell you. When we were at the Ranch…well, you know there's only one bed…"
Sango raised her eyebrows. "And?"
"Well, so we shared it. And I…I guess I just got used to knowing he was next to me. He used to fall asleep with his arms around me, and I just felt so…safe. Not that I don't feel safe with you and Miroku," she said hurriedly.
"It's just not the same," Sango finished.
"Yeah…"
"I know what you mean," Sango said without thinking.
"You—what? You mean you and Mir—"
"I think we should go to sleep now," Sango said quickly.
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"Boss."
Nothing.
"Boss!"
"What?" he said dangerously. "Haven't I told you not to disturb me?"
"Sorry, boss," Kouga said quietly. Inwardly he cursed himself for being so stupid. Naraku had a legendary temper. "Yura's found her."
Naraku sat up in his chair. "She has? Finally! Now we're getting somewhere! Where is she?"
"She has returned to her home—657 Knicke—"
"You fool, I know where she lives. How soon can we capture her?"
"Well…we can't do a thing until she leaves the house. The walls are saturated with the miko energy she's been unconsciously emitting for years. We wouldn't stand a chance."
Naraku frowned—an expression that did not bode well for the wolf demon in front of him.
"But, sir, we do have this!" he said quickly, handing Naraku a photograph.
The demon studied the picture. It showed a black-haired woman standing on the porch of a white house hugging a man with silver-white hair. "Sessshomaru? No, he's too short, and I can't see his ears…Inu-Yasha!" he said suddenly. "Well done, Kouga! Set up a watch around the hanyou's house. She's bound to visit him someday, and that's when we'll spring our trap!"
"It shall be done, sir," Kouga said, bowing and leaving.
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dun dun DUN. Well, that didn't quite go right. I didn't mean to make Inu-Yasha seem so lovesick, because that's way too introspective for our extrovert hanyou. Oh well…and Miroku flirts on --;
Sorry that my chapter rate has been slowing down, but I've go so much memorizing…and my aunt is coming this afternoon and then we're going to my grandmother's this weekend…so I will try to write but don't expect anything until at least Monday.
Next Chapter: K does dishes, I and M overhear an interesting conversation, and the trap is sprung
As always, Remember, Elephants Very Intelligently Examine Windows.
The gods protect you, and bless the good remainders of your court. I am gone.
--Cymbeline, I.i
--Myriadragon