Running With Scissors
Disclaimer – I don't own Inuyasha and co. I just own their DVDs and three of their shirts.
Author's Note – I am so terribly sorry for the huge wait! Really, people . . . I've been going through a lot of shit. Just ask any of my friends. But, I got a spare night today, and it's Spring Break, so I might as well get this done. Enjoy! ^_^
P.S. – This chapter is dedicated to one of my reviewers, Miyu6, because of her understanding and support. Thanks, Miyu-chan!
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Chapter Five – Competition
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Miroku's violet eyes widened and he cowered behind Inuyasha, shuddering as Sango smiled innocently – her blindness causing her to overlook the young Death God's presence.
"Inuyasha," she spoke up, "I'm sorry to have startled you. Once again, my name is Sango Hiraki, and I am the Goddess of Love. So, who's the lucky woman?"
Silence.
"Um . . . Inuyasha? Hello?" Sango turned her head in all directions, feeling around with her cane. "Where'd you go?"
"Over here," the tired-eyed boy answered from the corner. "He won't stop cowering in fear . . ."
"Who?"
"Miroku."
Sango stopped dead in her tracks, her entire body tensing.
"Miroku . . . as in . . . the God of Death." The question came out as a bland statement.
Inuyasha nodded, then, remembering she couldn't see, answered. "Yeah. Kikuchi, I think."
Miroku coughed, his eye twitching as he looked away. "Yo."
The Love Goddess turned away from them, lowering her head. "Inuyasha . . . are you dying?"
"Uh-huh."
Sango nodded. "I see." She straightened up, composing herself as she turned and smiled brightly. "Well, then! Let's get this love thing rolling so you won't have to follow Death!"
"Hold up a moment!" Miroku shouted in protest, standing quickly, knocking the chair aside. "I had him first! He's gonna die whether you like it or not!"
The brown-haired girl smiled bitterly in the direction of his voice. "Well, we'll have to see about that, won't we, Kikuchi?"
Miroku backed away, eyeing her suspiciously. "When did you become so . . . evil?"
Sango laughed rather coldly. "Evil? No, no, YOU'RE the evil one, Mr. Death God. I'm simply doing my job."
"Your 'job' ruined my life!"
The Goddess growled, clenching her fist. "Well, how d'ya think I feel?! I never wanted to be a stupid Love Goddess! I didn't want to leave you that morning, but it's not like I had any choice, ya know!"
Inuyasha blinked. "Do you two know each other?"
Miroku turned away, folding his arms across his chest firmly. "Never met her in my life."
"How DARE you!" Sango screeched, chucking her red cane at the Death God's head. "After everything we shared, you have the nerve to say that you don't know me?!"
He growled, tossing the cane back to her, which she caught on reflex, huffing. Miroku twitched, simply falling silent as he rubbed his head, wincing.
"So, your temper got worse, huh?"
"Hey, you try dealing with 20 million pathetic lovebirds every friggin' day."
"Not lovebirds. Dead people."
"You're such a freak."
"That's my job."
Sango clenched her fist again. "So, you think your job's harder than mine, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Fine." She crossed her arms in a pouting manner. "I'll make you a deal. Whoever convinces this young man to follow them by the end of six months will get 3000 ((about 300 American dollars)) yen from the loser."
"It's a deal."
Inuyasha buried his head in his hands. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this . . . ?"
~
Later that evening, Inuyasha and Miroku entered the kitchen, with Sango following close behind, feeling her way around with her cane. They sat down at the table and Kagome glanced at them from the stove, smiling.
"Hello, everyone. Dinner's just about ready." She picked up a large pot of soup and set it on the table. "Oh, who's this?"
Inuyasha smiled back at her. "This is Sango, a friend of Miroku's. She'll be staying with us."
Miroku grumbled something about not being friends, only to yelp in pain after Sango's foot connected sharply with his knee under the table.
Kagome giggled, setting another pot down on the table before taking a seat next to Inuyasha. She focused her gaze on Sango. "So, Miss Sango, what brings you way out here?"
Sango blinked, trying to follow the direction of Kagome's voice. "Oh, you know. Just passing through. So, are you the one who Inuyasha lo – "
Inuyasha coughed loudly. "Sango, Kagome's the owner of this inn."
The Love Goddess smirked. "Ah, I see. Hidden feelings. Well, not to worry, Miss Kagome – I'll hook you two up just fine . . . you'll be married in no time!"
Kagome blinked. "Married?"
Inuyasha groaned to himself, resting his head on the table.
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Wow, you're tactless, Sango."
"Shut up, Kikuchi."
Kagome shrugged it off casually. "Well, I don't know about marriage. Aside from the fact that I hardly know Inuyasha, I'm going through a very hectic time . . . what with my grandfather being sick and everything . . . besides, Inuyasha told me yesterday he was dying, right?" She looked at him sadly. "That would only cause more pain on his part."
Miroku snickered, disguising it quickly as a cough.
Sango simply smirked again, ignoring Miroku as she stared in the direction of Kagome's voice. "Well, I don't know about that. There are certain measures we can take to allow Inuyasha to live."
The Death God glared at her from across the table. "Actually," he began loudly, "in this case, I think Inuyasha's death is inevitable."
Kagome looked back and forth between them, laughing. "Wow, you two sound like you have some sort of bet on Inuyasha's life or something!"
"We do," they answered in unison.
Inuyasha shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh, his left eye twitching. It was going to be a long, long night.
~
Miroku peeked over Inuyasha's shoulder, grinning wickedly. "Aw, is Inuyasha keeping a diary during his last precious months on earth?"
Inuyasha growled, snapping the book shut. "For your information, they're my memoirs. And no, you cannot read them."
Sango leaned back on the bed casually, tapping her foot. "Oh, don't mind him, Inuyasha. Miroku's always been a nosy little bastard."
"Oh, don't mind her, Inuyasha," Miroku said in a mocking, high-pitched voice. "Sango's always been a whiny little bitch."
Sango scoffed and chucked her cane at him again. For a blind woman, she had pretty good aim.
Inuyasha sighed, shaking his head as he turned in his chair to look at them. "Guys, could we lay off the fighting for one night? I know there's a crapload of sexual tension between you two, but it's best if you actually DO something about it. I'm going for a walk." He stood and exited the room without another word.
Miroku glanced at Sango, smirking as he sat beside her, putting an arm around her waist. "Inuyasha has a point. We should do something about it."
His only response was another whack to the head and a, "Shut up, Kikuchi."
~
Inuyasha sat down on the porch of the inn, staring up at the night sky with a wistful look on his face. He vaguely wondered if Sango would actually win the bet so that he could live. Then he wondered what would happen if Miroku won, and he were to actually die. He shuddered at the thought, lowering his gaze to the dust-covered ground, sighing.
"Mind if I join you?"
Kagome's soft voice interrupted his musings and he glanced up, smiling. "Sure . . . have a seat."
The young girl smiled back at him as she sat, gathering her knees up to her chest. "It's nice out, isn't it?"
Inuyasha nodded. "Yeah," he said softly, "though I have to wonder how much time I have left to enjoy it."
Kagome's eyes softened and she sighed. "It's a shame what you're going through," she murmured. "I couldn't begin to imagine what you must be going through . . . "
He shrugged. "It's not that bad."
She shook her head. "It makes me think of what my grandfather must be feeling. I know he doesn't have much more time to live, either."
Inuyasha shrugged, glancing away. A moment of silence passed and he frowned to himself. "Miss Kagome . . . what would you say if . . . if the only way for me to live was to fall in love?"
Kagome smirked softly. "Is that what Miss Sango was saying? Does she believe love will help you live?"
He chuckled softly. "Well, not just any love . . ." He tilted his head to look at her. "What I meant was . . . falling in love with you."
Kagome blinked, a lovely blush spreading across her face. "Me? But . . . why me?"
Inuyasha smiled. "Who knows? I guess it's fate . . . "
She shivered a little, whimpering as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Inuyasha . . . what are you saying?"
He smirked. "Kagome . . . would you be willing to fall in love with me?"
Disclaimer – I don't own Inuyasha and co. I just own their DVDs and three of their shirts.
Author's Note – I am so terribly sorry for the huge wait! Really, people . . . I've been going through a lot of shit. Just ask any of my friends. But, I got a spare night today, and it's Spring Break, so I might as well get this done. Enjoy! ^_^
P.S. – This chapter is dedicated to one of my reviewers, Miyu6, because of her understanding and support. Thanks, Miyu-chan!
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Chapter Five – Competition
***
Miroku's violet eyes widened and he cowered behind Inuyasha, shuddering as Sango smiled innocently – her blindness causing her to overlook the young Death God's presence.
"Inuyasha," she spoke up, "I'm sorry to have startled you. Once again, my name is Sango Hiraki, and I am the Goddess of Love. So, who's the lucky woman?"
Silence.
"Um . . . Inuyasha? Hello?" Sango turned her head in all directions, feeling around with her cane. "Where'd you go?"
"Over here," the tired-eyed boy answered from the corner. "He won't stop cowering in fear . . ."
"Who?"
"Miroku."
Sango stopped dead in her tracks, her entire body tensing.
"Miroku . . . as in . . . the God of Death." The question came out as a bland statement.
Inuyasha nodded, then, remembering she couldn't see, answered. "Yeah. Kikuchi, I think."
Miroku coughed, his eye twitching as he looked away. "Yo."
The Love Goddess turned away from them, lowering her head. "Inuyasha . . . are you dying?"
"Uh-huh."
Sango nodded. "I see." She straightened up, composing herself as she turned and smiled brightly. "Well, then! Let's get this love thing rolling so you won't have to follow Death!"
"Hold up a moment!" Miroku shouted in protest, standing quickly, knocking the chair aside. "I had him first! He's gonna die whether you like it or not!"
The brown-haired girl smiled bitterly in the direction of his voice. "Well, we'll have to see about that, won't we, Kikuchi?"
Miroku backed away, eyeing her suspiciously. "When did you become so . . . evil?"
Sango laughed rather coldly. "Evil? No, no, YOU'RE the evil one, Mr. Death God. I'm simply doing my job."
"Your 'job' ruined my life!"
The Goddess growled, clenching her fist. "Well, how d'ya think I feel?! I never wanted to be a stupid Love Goddess! I didn't want to leave you that morning, but it's not like I had any choice, ya know!"
Inuyasha blinked. "Do you two know each other?"
Miroku turned away, folding his arms across his chest firmly. "Never met her in my life."
"How DARE you!" Sango screeched, chucking her red cane at the Death God's head. "After everything we shared, you have the nerve to say that you don't know me?!"
He growled, tossing the cane back to her, which she caught on reflex, huffing. Miroku twitched, simply falling silent as he rubbed his head, wincing.
"So, your temper got worse, huh?"
"Hey, you try dealing with 20 million pathetic lovebirds every friggin' day."
"Not lovebirds. Dead people."
"You're such a freak."
"That's my job."
Sango clenched her fist again. "So, you think your job's harder than mine, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Fine." She crossed her arms in a pouting manner. "I'll make you a deal. Whoever convinces this young man to follow them by the end of six months will get 3000 ((about 300 American dollars)) yen from the loser."
"It's a deal."
Inuyasha buried his head in his hands. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this . . . ?"
~
Later that evening, Inuyasha and Miroku entered the kitchen, with Sango following close behind, feeling her way around with her cane. They sat down at the table and Kagome glanced at them from the stove, smiling.
"Hello, everyone. Dinner's just about ready." She picked up a large pot of soup and set it on the table. "Oh, who's this?"
Inuyasha smiled back at her. "This is Sango, a friend of Miroku's. She'll be staying with us."
Miroku grumbled something about not being friends, only to yelp in pain after Sango's foot connected sharply with his knee under the table.
Kagome giggled, setting another pot down on the table before taking a seat next to Inuyasha. She focused her gaze on Sango. "So, Miss Sango, what brings you way out here?"
Sango blinked, trying to follow the direction of Kagome's voice. "Oh, you know. Just passing through. So, are you the one who Inuyasha lo – "
Inuyasha coughed loudly. "Sango, Kagome's the owner of this inn."
The Love Goddess smirked. "Ah, I see. Hidden feelings. Well, not to worry, Miss Kagome – I'll hook you two up just fine . . . you'll be married in no time!"
Kagome blinked. "Married?"
Inuyasha groaned to himself, resting his head on the table.
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Wow, you're tactless, Sango."
"Shut up, Kikuchi."
Kagome shrugged it off casually. "Well, I don't know about marriage. Aside from the fact that I hardly know Inuyasha, I'm going through a very hectic time . . . what with my grandfather being sick and everything . . . besides, Inuyasha told me yesterday he was dying, right?" She looked at him sadly. "That would only cause more pain on his part."
Miroku snickered, disguising it quickly as a cough.
Sango simply smirked again, ignoring Miroku as she stared in the direction of Kagome's voice. "Well, I don't know about that. There are certain measures we can take to allow Inuyasha to live."
The Death God glared at her from across the table. "Actually," he began loudly, "in this case, I think Inuyasha's death is inevitable."
Kagome looked back and forth between them, laughing. "Wow, you two sound like you have some sort of bet on Inuyasha's life or something!"
"We do," they answered in unison.
Inuyasha shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh, his left eye twitching. It was going to be a long, long night.
~
Miroku peeked over Inuyasha's shoulder, grinning wickedly. "Aw, is Inuyasha keeping a diary during his last precious months on earth?"
Inuyasha growled, snapping the book shut. "For your information, they're my memoirs. And no, you cannot read them."
Sango leaned back on the bed casually, tapping her foot. "Oh, don't mind him, Inuyasha. Miroku's always been a nosy little bastard."
"Oh, don't mind her, Inuyasha," Miroku said in a mocking, high-pitched voice. "Sango's always been a whiny little bitch."
Sango scoffed and chucked her cane at him again. For a blind woman, she had pretty good aim.
Inuyasha sighed, shaking his head as he turned in his chair to look at them. "Guys, could we lay off the fighting for one night? I know there's a crapload of sexual tension between you two, but it's best if you actually DO something about it. I'm going for a walk." He stood and exited the room without another word.
Miroku glanced at Sango, smirking as he sat beside her, putting an arm around her waist. "Inuyasha has a point. We should do something about it."
His only response was another whack to the head and a, "Shut up, Kikuchi."
~
Inuyasha sat down on the porch of the inn, staring up at the night sky with a wistful look on his face. He vaguely wondered if Sango would actually win the bet so that he could live. Then he wondered what would happen if Miroku won, and he were to actually die. He shuddered at the thought, lowering his gaze to the dust-covered ground, sighing.
"Mind if I join you?"
Kagome's soft voice interrupted his musings and he glanced up, smiling. "Sure . . . have a seat."
The young girl smiled back at him as she sat, gathering her knees up to her chest. "It's nice out, isn't it?"
Inuyasha nodded. "Yeah," he said softly, "though I have to wonder how much time I have left to enjoy it."
Kagome's eyes softened and she sighed. "It's a shame what you're going through," she murmured. "I couldn't begin to imagine what you must be going through . . . "
He shrugged. "It's not that bad."
She shook her head. "It makes me think of what my grandfather must be feeling. I know he doesn't have much more time to live, either."
Inuyasha shrugged, glancing away. A moment of silence passed and he frowned to himself. "Miss Kagome . . . what would you say if . . . if the only way for me to live was to fall in love?"
Kagome smirked softly. "Is that what Miss Sango was saying? Does she believe love will help you live?"
He chuckled softly. "Well, not just any love . . ." He tilted his head to look at her. "What I meant was . . . falling in love with you."
Kagome blinked, a lovely blush spreading across her face. "Me? But . . . why me?"
Inuyasha smiled. "Who knows? I guess it's fate . . . "
She shivered a little, whimpering as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Inuyasha . . . what are you saying?"
He smirked. "Kagome . . . would you be willing to fall in love with me?"
