Chapter 7: Confrontation
Okay, I'm veeeeeerry sorry, people!! I didn't update for such a long time... And I know I'm a loser, so you don't have to tell me... ::sniffles:: Erm, anyway, on to the next chapter!!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me....
Once again, a reddish-white blur shot from the well house. But unlike prior times, this one didn't go for a certain window. Instead, it deviated towards the highway, pounced to and from assorted vehicles, and disembarked upon reaching the mall…
Meh, Inuyasha thought, perched precariously on top of a beauty shop overhang. Thanks to all the fripperies covering it, the fact that it tended to curve upward, and that the people rushing in, out, and by weren't very interested in the ceiling, he managed to escape notice
He hoped.
Frankly, he found this place a bit overwhelming. All the sights, the smells, the sounds, were intermixed so densely that he had trouble adjusting. Blinking rapidly, he overheard a girl coming out with a middle-aged woman say, "Don't you just LOVE the mall, Mother? The sights, the smells, the sounds, they are all so dear to my heart. OOO, let's go in…"
Well whoopee for you, Inuyasha thought, simmering
But pouting wasn't what he was here for (Not that he'd ever pout. Pouting was for weaklings, and he was not a weakling). He was here for more personal reasons; a dangerous mission; one that he must accomplish.
And the entrance to the store labeled Beat Trends was his destination.
He leaped, ran, knocked over some hapless fool, grabbed the first thing he set hands on, got tangled in something thin and strappy, knocked over something else that let out a loud BONG, and then was out of the mall before anyone could see what had happened.
There was a stark silence. The store was in disarray.
"Wh-what in the name of…" the clerk stuttered. Then she screamed, "HELP!!! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!!! AAAUUUGHH!!!! POLICE ANYBODY AAUUUGGGHH…"
One of the salesgirls fainted, but that might have been due to the fact that a clothes rack teetering on three wheels fell on her just then.
Hojo was staring moodily at the therapeutic lavender arm bands in his trash bin.
It hadn't worked. He had failed. The greatest girl on earth had slapped him good and walked out forever.
What had he done wrong? Okay, maybe he should have invited her to a big restaurant like his friends had said…
But I don't have any money, he thought dismally Maybe the "make her feel sorry for you and act more motherly and concerned" tack didn't work, then.
I probably should have just gotten her flowers or candy or something, Hojo thenthought for the first time. But she seemed in such discomfort whenever I saw her I thought that the other stuff might've been more appreciated…
Suddenly his attention was diverted to the window as it abruptly slid open.
His jaw dropped.
A surly looking guy wearing black leather pants with little chains hanging from the belt loops, black biker boots, a dark gray T-shirt emblazoned with "Damn you stalkers…", a black leather jacket, and a Harley Davidson cap over strikingly long, silvery-white hair had climbed in. He stood with his hands in his pockets, glowering at Hojo with warning amber eyes.
"Wh-who are y-you?!" Hojo stammered, scrambling away.
"Feh," the biker responded irritably. "You know a girl named Kagome?"
"Yes, yes, I do. She's my girlfriend… or was my…"
Biker Dude slammed his fist into his palm with a resounding SMACK! Hojo flinched and made a sound like a mouse having its tail trodden on. "Listen up, Hobo… " he growled. "If I ever catch you near her again, I'm going to beat you up so bad your mother's going to put you out with the trash. Got that?"
"Are you… threatening m-me??" Hojo practically squeaked in fear.
"Yeah, I am. Got a problem with that?"
And upon giving Hojo a few solid clouts on the head, just to show him he was serious, Biker Dudejumped rightout the window.
At first Hojo was justglad that Kagome's tempermental boyfriend was out of his room. Then it started to dawn on him: But... we live in a two-story house! Oh my God, he's going tokill himself!!
Hojo threw on a bathrobe and rushed downstairs. Not answering his mother's cheerful hail, he wrenched open the front door and ran down the steps. But when Hojo reached the spot under his window, no one was there. He frantically searched all around the house, but failed to turn up anything except a few empty soda pop cans.
KNOK! KNOK! KNOK!
"Kagome! Are you there?! Let us in!!"
KNOK! KNOK! BAM! BAM!
"We know you're there! Let us in now! We want to hear all about it!"
Eri and Yuka were pounding on the door to Higurashi Shrine, hollering at the top of their lungs and growing more indignant with every passing moment. Arimi was hovering anxiously nearby.
"KA-" BAM! "GO-" BAM! "ME!!" BAM!
Suddenly the door opened and Kagome looked out. "Oh," she said unenthusiastically. "You guys."
"What d'ya mean, 'You guys'! We've been waiting for half-an hour at Wacdnolds! You never showed up, and we want the whole story before we're leaving!" Eri exploded.
"Oh, that? I guess I kind of forgot."
"Well, that's just dandy! But now we're here and you're not getting away."
Kagome shrugged. "Nothing much to tell, actually. I helped him work, he hit on me-"
"HIT ON YOU?!!!" all three girls shrieked.
"-and I walked out. That's all that happened."
She stood gazing at her audience, who in turn were gazing into space and shivering hard. Then she fought the sudden urge to break out giggling.
"Nothing's funny! Kagome, Hojo, decent, clean, top-grade, ultra-cool, sweet, HOJO, actually hit on you?! I can't believe it!!" Eri cried.
"Wait a minute, was the cold thing all a ruse?" Arimi said, dismayed.
"Like, totally! Probably he knew you-" Kagome jabbed her finger at her friends, "well enough to know what you'd do to me!"
Eri huffed, "Don't blame us for what that creep did to you! We thought it was for your own good!"
"I'm calling Hikaru," Yuka exclaimed angrily. "No way he's going to keep disillusioning the girls at our school. What if he keeps doing… it?"
"No, wait guys! You didn't let me finish… It wasn't really like that!..." But it was too late.
"Let us use your phone, Kagome," Eri said, shoving past her with Yuka and Arimi at her heels.
"H-hey!" Kagome put a hand on Eri's shoulder, but she angrily shrugged it off. "Don't try to stop us, Kagome! Now that we know Hojo for what he really is, justice must be served!"
"Yeah!" Yuka chimed in, a liberating fist raised in the air. "Um... yeah, justice!" Arimi said.
Eri had reached the phone. Raising the receiver to her ear and dialing a number, she was soon talking with someone... and judging by the fierce grin on her face, the message was getting through.
"And tell everyone else, okay? I'm going to call May..."
Kagome sat down, put her face in her hands and groaned. What had she done?
Yeah, it sucked. And I know it was short, but I've been having long-term writer's block (if you couldn't tell) and I finally decided to just get it up and over with. Please R&R, flames welcome! Any questions or comments, you can e-mail me.
