Chaos Ringing
Disclaimer: I own me, and my ring, and my drawings, and, currently, Kirara, cuz she jumped into my lap. n.n
Sango: Traitor cat! Why have you put her under a spell so you can control her? Hasn't that happened enough in my life?
Kitty (aka. Me): My dear Sango....wait...how did you get out of the closet? Erm...onto Chapter Two! beats a hasty retreat on Kirara, who is currently obeying becuase of the catnip mouse hidden in my pocket
A/N Sorries now for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference in the last chapter and the Star Wars one in this chapter. I can't supress myself sometimes, and you'll find that I make lots of references to other stories and/or movies in my stories. So if a character breaks into a song about bravely running away and you can't figure it out, blame Rachael, Liz, Lauren, Susannah, and Byron for corrupting my mind with Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Chapter Two
My legs collapsed beneath me as I screamed in pain. I looked at the bottom of my left foot and grimaced when I saw the bridge-sized sliver imbedded in my heel.
"Right, no more bare foot walking on wooden bridges...Fuck, how am I going to walk at all? I have no tweezers!" I sat on the bridge, thinking of my possibilities. I could crawl instead of walk, or I could hop on one foot. Or I could sit there and wait for someone to pass...But then a scene from a Holocaust movie I watched in Language Arts where the Jewish girl got raped and then went crazy and the stupid Hitler government had all those who were mentally ill or handicapped killed with carbon monoxide crossed my mind, and decided I didn't really want to stay there in Feudal Japan. Besides, I can't throw my knives sitting down. My knives. I could cut it out....No. I flat out refused. Not only could I not handle that mentally, I still wouldn't solve my transportation problem, just worsen it.
I sighed and decided something rather rash.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. There, at least I wouldn't get poked by any more freaky little green people. Hmm...Freaky little green people. A thought entered my mind and I drew a sharp breath. What if Jaken was descended from Yoda? I started to hum another song, and decided to sing.
"I met him in a swap down in Dagouba(sp?) where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda. S-O-D-A Soooda. I saw the little runt sitting there on a log. When I asked him his named and in a raspy voice he said Yoda. Y-O-D-A Yooooda." I continued singing and then decided to dig out my CD player and dug through my bag to see if I could find my cd. After dumping half of my shit onto the bridge and finding not only my CD but also a box of gauze bandages, which I knicked from the hospital where my mom works, I was a happy person. But not for long, so I opened a Cherry coke and THEN was a happy person.
So there I was. A fourteen old girl listening to The Very Best of Dr. Demento with random shit piled around me from my bag bandaging a fucking sliver in my foot and sipping my soda in the middle of a wooden bridge in Feudal Japan, which just so happened to be very far from her rural Iowa hometown wondering if it was possible that there was a Jedi Master roaming the woods. With the Splinter from Hell stuck in my foot, I didn't think things could worse that night. Knock on wood, which I did, thus scraping the skin off of my knuckles.
"If my feelings could be a color right now, they'd be shit. Just flat out shit." I sighed and pulled out a Seasame Street band aid and put it on my most injured knuckle. I decided to clean up my bridge, as I had claimed it, and did the best I could from my spot that I didn't feel like moving from, which just happened to be dangerously close to the edge. Not that I planned on falling anytime soon. But in my desperate search for my CD I had happened to toss my "salt box" way over on the other side of the bridge. Was I going to get up and retrieve it? Hell no. I was going to get it though. So I rumaged through my bag and grabbed my extending backscratcher, which is shaped like a fork. And I decided to get out my knives and belt them on, just in case I needed them. So I extended my fork and retrieved my trinket. Shoving it and my fork back into my bag and zipping it up, I did a little hopskippy thing from my sitting posistion....on the edge of the bridge. Before I fell off into the shallow but extremely cold water I saw a group of five people walking down the path.
"OH MY FUCKING MONKEY DOG! THIS WATER IS SO FUCKING COLD!" I screamed as my jeans and T-shirt soon became soaked through. I immediately started to shiver and I crawled out onto the bridge, most likely looking like a half drowned rat. The people came running towards me...Well, four of them did. Because I didn't pay attention to them, I didn't notice who they were. But when the monk spoke to me, I noticed, and my hand went to my favourite knife.
"My dear lady! Are you okay? Is there any way I can help you?" Miroku the monkey-I mean monk, said, rushing up to me. I stared at him. And, dammit, he stared back.
"Don't call me lady. Yes. No," I said, attempting at glaring him away to nothing. Not that I have anything against him, but I was cold and wet and thoroughly pissed off at everything. He just kept staring, mock worry etched in every lecherous, but rather handsome, feature of his face. I was going to tell him to shove off when I noticed that I had lost my salt box.
"Shit, fuck, hell, and Jaishia too. I lost it. Well, doesn't THAT just take the lembas." I started to look in the stream to see if I could see it. Ignoring the odd looks I was recieving and the sudden chill the air had taken on with Sango keeping a watch on Miroku, I rolled over on my stomach and looked under the bridge. Not surprisingly, I soon found myself with a hand on my ass. Suddenly remembering that I had shoved my salt box into my bag, I acted quickly, hoping to get to Miroku before Sango and or anyone else decided to deal with him. I sat up very suddenly and acted like the whole hand on my ass thing never happened and then stood up, wincing a bit at the pain in my foot. I chanced a sideways glance at Kagome and Sango, who looked rather surprised at the fact that I hadn't reacted to Miroku's advance. I grinned inwardly, and turned to Miroku, eyeing the staff he held in the hand that wasn't touching my arm.
"My sweet beauty, may I inquire to your name? I am the monk, Miroku, and these are my friends, the ladies Kagome and Sango, and Shippo and Inuyasha." I groaned in my mind. What the hell was I about to do? Something very stupid, but, highly amusing to me. Absently I wondered why no one had bothered to comment on my clothes yet.
"Erm...Oh...My name? Tora. Just Tora." He smiled sweetly and I returned it, but in my mind I was crying and begging forgiveness of Sango for what I was about to do. Miroku took a step closer to me, and I didn't move back, which is what I would normally do when someone moved so close to me. I knew what was coming, and obviously, so did Sango, because she made a sudden move towards Miroku, but stopped when I glanced at her, mentally saying I had it under control. Not that I really did, but I was about to do something I had wanted to do for ages. Miroku stared into my eyes, and I easily held the stare.
"Lady Tora, this may seem sudden, but, will you consider being the mother of my children?" Another quick subduing glance at Sango, hoping she wouldn't ruin my moment, and I stared back at Miroku. I took a deep breath and took a shot at my plan. I myself took a step closer, and grabbed his hand, the one holding his staff.
Hoping my malicious twinkle wasn't showing in my eyes, I replied, "Oh sir monk! I would be deeply honoured to. But first, I think you need a bath." And with a quick snatch I had the staff in my hands, shoved Miroku into the stream, grabbed my bag, and ran off, laughing maniacally. I only ran a short ways, but I ducked behind a large tree and waited at I heard Miroku ran past, screaming for me to come back with his staff. I grinned evilly and walked calmly back to the bridge.
Sango, Kagome and Inuyasha were standing there, looks of shock on their faces. Holding the staff very tightly, I bowed to them.
"Katie Hoobler, at your service. Exactly how far will he run before he gets smacked in the face with the pinata stick of realization?" I had said all of this while bowing rather low, and I fell over, made top heavy from my large bag. "Ouch. That hurts...and shit, so does my foot!" The pain in my foot had been pushed from my mind with the theft of Miroku's staff, but now was threatening to eat my leg alive. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the evening sky, but my view was soon blocked by an angry looking Miroku, which made me extremely happy, since I remembered something from the PS2 game where he said he didn't get angry.
"Ummm...Would you like fries with that?" I said, hoping I wasn't going to get hurt. I heard a giggle from Kagome and I sat up, grimacing with pain.
"Give me my staff!" I hugged the staff close to me.
"No. My Staff of the Shiny Gold Bangles. Tis your own fault you can't keep a hold of your things. And I asked you a question. How rude, you didn't answer me. Hmmm, another bath, shall it be, Miroku? Or a makeover? I think I still have my makeup bag in my bag....I think a bit of Antiqued Blue eyeshadow with Spice Sachet lipstick...Or maybe Rose Gold eyeshadow..." I grinned maliciously through my pain. Kagome decided it was time to stop before I broke poor Miroku's brain, and pulled me to my feet.
"Where are you from, and how did you get here?" she asked. I frowned at my pain.
"Iowa. Fell through a hole after smacking into a tree..." I blinked. Kagome stared at me. I stared at Inuyasha, who was also staring at me. Shippo jumped up onto Kagome's shoulder and looked at me closely.
"Your clothes are like Kagome's!" I stared. The little fox demon twitched at my gaze, and then decided to sit on Sango's shoulder instead. Inuyasha snorted.
"Okay, well, now that we've been delayed enough, let's go, Kagome. I want to get my hands on the Jewel Shards tonight, not next week." I looked at him. I decided to do another rash thing. And I glomped him. It caught him off gaurd, and we tumbled to the ground. I scrambled up quickly and held Miroku's staff in front of me defensively.
"Umm...Katie? Do you think you could stop attacking us and give Miroku his staff back so we can leave?" Kagome asked, tapping me on my shoulder so I'd turn to her.
I stared at her like that was the stupidest idea ever. "No. My staff. And I think I'll go with you on your hunt for the funky broken marble. Can't stay here, and apparently Sesshomaru didn't feel like letting me babysit Rin... Besides, I don't know how to get home." I grinned hopefully. Miroku was behind me, probably thinking up some way to get his staff back. I sat down, surrounded by the five. Inuyasha was about to say something when he turned suddenly, sniffing the air.
"What's up, Inuyasha? What do you smell?" Kagome asked, looking slightly worried. I rolled my eyes. I didn't have super Inuyasha senses, but I knew what he smelled.
"Rain. There's a storm brewing in the southeast. Not a good combination, the south and the east. So...when are we leaving?" Everyone stared at me.
Inuyasha said, "How in the hell would a crazy wench like you know that?" Rather angry at being called a wench for the second time today, and also being ignored, I gave him a "Duh?" face and replied, "I'm a witch, not a wench, and I spend lot of time practicing spells that have to do with the rains. And the moon. Remember, the new moon is only four days away." THAT turned everyone's attention on me. Uttering a small 'meep', I gathered my bag, and tried to walk away, but Inuyasha grabbed my arm and turned me to him.
"How in the hell do you know about that?!" he growled, and I shrugged, thwapped him in the head with Miroku's staff, and walked away.
Well. That wasn't so hard. twitch It only took me two hours to write that, with no sleep in the last 24 hours. I have a permanent eye tic now. Damn ff.n.
So...How did you like that chapter? I, to be frank, had lots of fun writing it, even if I'm going to need a lot of therepy afterwards. Please review. I'm off to find my box of fruit loops, which my mother says I shouldn't eat because it makes me sound like a canible. Dumbass parents. . Oh yes, I'm lovely with no sleep. Please review. I'll give of Miroku's staff. And I still need suggestions for Lord Sesshomaru's lordship. I think he needs a tic to match mine, so please, spare him no mercy! Talk to you all later. Buhbai.