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Lucky Number Seven
Chapter SEVEN: Dinner and a Broken T.V.
By: Mel-chan and Ali-chan
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It's a Monday night. School was the boring usual. Sango accidentally fell asleep in 'political science,' missed the entire speech, and got chewed out by the teacher afterwards.
Inside the girls' apartment, lightning flashed, followed by the roar of thunder. It ended up vibrating the walls around them. Rain made pitter-patter noises as it hit the windows, and then made tiny rivers, cascading down. The entire room was dark except a lamp over in the corner, by a chair, were Sango was reading a novel, and Kagome's Lab-top, as her fingers hit the keys. Sango sighed, followed by a blinding streak of lightning. After words, thunder rolled in, almost defining them. But, Kagome's computer screen all of a sudden blurred, but came back on. At the same time, Sango's light flickered and the clocks on the stove and microwave went out and then blinked 12:00. Sango turned off the light. Kagome watched as Sango's shadowy figure got up and put her book down on the chair."It seemed the power went out in the whole building." Sango said to Kagome.
Kagome sighed and shrugged. She then put the computer down, and sat on the couch with her legs crossed. Sango sat down beside her. Together, they listen to the rain outside. It was soothing.. until...
Miroku and Inu Yasha burst through the door."We need to use your T.V.!" Miroku shouted as he saw their shadows. They scanned the room together and jumped over the couch and pushed the girls out of the way before they could say a word.
"Our favorite show is on." Miroku began to explain, while Inu Yasha grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels."Why don't you use your own T.V.?" Sango yelled, outraged. Kagome just sat on the left, while Inu Yasha sat beside her, then Miroku, and then Sango at the end of the couch.
"Well, our T.V. was Inu Yasha's older brothers' left over. So it was pretty old." Miroku continued.
"Was?" Kagome butted in. Miroku showed the girls his hand. On it was red scorch marks.
"When the lights went out, the damn T.V. went off to, but never came on. Miroku here, being the idiot that he is, went behind the piece of crap to try and fix it. It sort of short-circuited on him. It was hilarious." Inu Yasha finished, laughing as he remembered what had happened.:: FLASHBACK::
fuzzy side view start
The lightning seared their vision. Miroku clawed at his eyes. The thunder following, shook the building. The lights flickered but remained on, but the television, remained black.
"NOOOOOO!!! SAILOR MOON!!! MIROKU! we're going to miss it!!!" Inu Yasha yelled."What!?" Miroku said blinking several times, trying to get his eyes to adjust.
"Oh Crap!!" Miroku jumped off the ratty futon and ran to the old T.V. He pushed it forward and only lightly touched the wires when a spark flickered. Miroku froze. He couldn't move his hand. His nerves stood on end as the electricity flowed through him. Inu Yasha tackled Miroku, attempting to get him away from the source. Miroku and Inu Yasha's hair stood on end. They stared at each other for a second before they cracked up, laughing.
"Ha! You got zapped!" Inu Yasha mused. Miroku didn't say anything. "Miroku!?!""I'm okay Inu. It's just... OUR SHOW!!!" Miroku panicked, but an idea struck him. "I've got an idea!""That's a first! I think the electricity finally turned on the light bulb in your head for once!" Inuyasha said with a smirk."Go to the neighbors!! HURRY!!" Miroku and Inu Yasha ran out of their room.fuzzy side view end
::END FLASH BACK::
"Ooo!! I found it!" Inu Yasha said as he found their 'favorite' show. Sango's jaw dropped."And this is!?!" She fell back laughing at the Sailor Moon show that was beginning."Shut up, wench! I'm trying to watch!" She ignored Inu Yasha and continued to laugh hysterically. Sango got up and went to the kitchen, still giggling."Well, while you invade Kagome's and my home, I'm going to make some food." She said stiffly. Kagome got up too, but moved to a bean bag chair. So engulfed in the show, Miroku only nodded, and Inu Yasha said nothing.
The smell of food arouse from the kitchen area. Although, it wasn't a very lovely smell. The show was over, and Sango laid out on the coffee table, a tray of fish slices. It was decorated and covered with a home-made shoyu sauce. It looked delicious, but smelt horrible. Since Kagome knew Sango, she didn't dare take a bite. She should have realized what Sango was doing from the start. Ever since they were little, Sango's cooking had sucked. That's why Kagome normally cooked, or they went out to eat. Of course the boys were not informed of anything. Inu Yasha greedily grabbed a piece and began to chew. It took him more than a moment to catch the taste. He started to gagged and spit it back out.
"What the HELL is THAT! Are you TRYING to poison me!?!?!" Inu Yasha yelled sticking his tongue out.
Sango's eyes narrowed dangerously. She thought she did a pretty good job.
"Apparently, you've never had very good cuisine." Sango said dangerously calm back.
"Miroku, Get your ass in that kitchen and cook something decent!" Miroku obliged, not wanting to make Sango mad, and yet, not wanting Inu Yasha mad either. Miroku set to work. He made a regular easy bowl of udon noodles spiced with rosemary and others. To add to it, he made a small cabob of sautéed vegetables.Together, they sat in the living room, silently eating. Sango occasionally grumbled, and Inu Yasha growled right back. They seemed to be having a contest. Kagome occasionally complemented the food, and Miroku just shrugged and grinned.
"This is nice. It's like we're best friends!" Miroku said.
"Ya! I like it. We should do it more often." Kagome said. It was fun, but she wished that Sango and Inu Yasha would stop staring at each other menacingly."Ok... That's it. Would you please, just duke-it-out now, so I don't have to stand this!?" Kagome said exasperated. Sango blinked.
"Sorry..." She said sheepishly."Hey I know, why don't we go for ice cream tomorrow?" Miroku said cheerfully. He must have said it to the entire group, but his eyes were fixed on Sango."No thanks, I hate ice cream." Inu Yasha mumbled.
"Sango?" Miroku said, gazing into her eyes.
"If I say yes..." Sango started stiffly, "will you remove your hand from my thigh!" She grumbled warningly. Miroku broke into an innocent smile.
"Wonderful."
"Move it.. NOW!":::Slap:::
"Ooo.. perdy stars." Miroku's eyes became swirly."But Sango... Remember the canoeing trip!? I already paid for it, I can't cancel now." Kagome said."Oh, that's easy. Inu Yasha can go with you. Right Inu!?" Miroku said, nudging Inu in the ribs. Miroku then leaned into Inu Yasha's ear and whispered, "Pleeease... I'll do anything you want afterwards...""Anything?" Inuyasha gave a mischievous smirk directed at Miroku.
Miroku gulped, and shook his head slightly afraid of the consequences to come.
"Oh alright," Inu Yasha said regretfully. "We will discuss your debt later." Inuyasha replied eyeing the girls that were watching them with some interest.
'A whole day, stuck in a boat, with a girl, how horrible.' Inu Yasha thought, grumbling. 'But, Kagome is sorta cute, and- Wait! What am I thinking!!!!'
"Oh thank you!" Kagome said cheerfully.
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Note: okay... We're back from NY and surrounding Area. 7 is complete. How dya like!?Ali-chan: So now we're back, from outer space... (Starts to sing the song)
Mel-chan: (sings along)
Inu Yasha and Miroku: (Scuttle to the far end of the room)
Miroku: What's outer space?
Inu Yasha: Umm.. Is that where they get their hair done!?
Miroku: I dunno... I asked you!
Shippou: HOW COME I'M NOT IN THE THIS STORY!! wines
Ali-chan: err... Shippou... right.. Well... hopefully you will be!
Mel-chan: later...
Kikyo: What about me eh? Can't forget about me! strikes pose
Ali-chan: Ya... oooookay cough dead corpse womancough
Mel-chan: You know you stink.. Really bad!?
Kikyo: How dare you! disappears into burning fire hole in the ground
Mel-chan: Hey Ali, I didn't know you had one of those in your house..
Ali-chan: starts to cackle evilly
Everyone: stares 0.o
Ali-chan: er... panics Well, Once in awhile, Jaken comes around and I have to resort to throwing the damn toad down.. there. good excuse
