Chapter 13: Lucky Seven
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Inuyasha beamed. "Yep. Isn't it great?"
Kagome stared at him in disbelief. That was his "deep and meaningful" poem? How could Inuyasha have spent three hours editing a five-lined poem when he didn't even play video games for three hours straight? (He played video games for an hour, Gameboy for the next, and had a snack for the last, but that was beyond the point...)
It's horrible, she thought. So she said the only thing that she could.
"It's great," she lied.
"And I also made another one," Inuyasha said. "Just now."
"Let's...um...hear it," Kagome replied, sounding like a kindergarten teacher and hoping that this poem was better than the other.
Inuyasha cleared his throat and began. "The first and third line rhyme and the second and fourth rhyme. Anyway..."
"There once was a fat little monkey,
Who lived in the middle of France.
He loved to dance and act funky,
For he danced with ants in his pants."
Kagome raised an eyebrow. Apparently, Inuyasha had a very different idea on the meaning of "deep".
She forced a smile. "That was wonderful, Inuyasha, but we really need more money. you send that in the mail quickly?"
He did as he was told. "You know," he said. "I have a great idea on how to make money fast."
Kagome stared at him, trying to look stern. "It better not be begging, Inuyasha. Remember when you did that? All you got was a dollar and a bubble gum wrapper."
"Or," Kagome continued, though she couldn't help but grin. "When you got kicked out of McDonalds because you ate all the fries, spilled Sprite on that customer's poodle, and then you decided to make fun of the fast food companies by asking, 'Want fries with that?'"
"Or," Kagome began, then stopped.
Inuyasha grinned sheepishly. Kagome looked at him suspiciously. Maybe his idea would actually be reasonable. For once.
"So," Kagome asked. "What is your idea?" She partly didn't want to hear the answer. Please let this be a good idea. Let it be a sane idea. Please...
"Well," Inuyasha began. When he had thought of it, it had seemed like a great idea, but now he wasn't too sure. Especially since it was difficult to manage, based on luck, could be more harmful than helpful, and it was illegal.
But other than that, it was a perfectly fine plan.
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"Well?" Kagome prompted. Inuyasha hadn't spoken for a while; he'd just stood there gaping like a fish.
Inuyasha seemed to come out of his reverie. His head snapped up and he replied, "Well. Um. See." Then he blurted really quickly, "there's this place that just opened up and we can go gambling!"
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After Sango had stopped imitating a tomato and after Miroku had stopped grinning smugly (it took him five minutes), Miroku turned to her. Her heart beat twice as fast as it normally did. She couldn't help staring at him, but blushed and looked away as soon as she realized what she was doing.
"Sango?" Miroku asked.
"Yeah?" Was he going to ask her out or something?
"Shouldn't we first pick a theme for the dance?" Miroku asked. [They will get together soon though!]
"Oh." Sango felt a bit disappointed, but she would get over it. Right now the dance was more important. "An end-of-the-year-ish theme? Or maybe a summer theme, or..."
"No, those are stupid," Miroku said. "We should have a video game theme!" After all, couldn't you imagine a formal dance with a video game theme? Then he abonded that idea when a thought flashed through his mind.
"Wait, if we have a summer theme, does that mean the girls have to wear swimsuits?"
Miroku didn't get to look at Sango's face before he fell to the ground with an abnormally large bump on his head.
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Kagome spit out her soda, the soda that Inuyasha had bought for her. Inuyasha jumped out of the way, scowling.
"What did you say, Inuyasha? Did you know that that is illegal? And we're probably going to suck at it, or get caught. Both ways end up as us paying lots of money. That's the opposite of what we want!" Kagome ranted.
"Please, Kagome?" Inuyasha whined, sounding like Souta. "Please, please, please? Besides, I'm very lucky. I could win something."
Then Kagome sighed. "However, it seems as if I have no choice."
"So you're gonna come?"
"Unfortunately."
"Come on, let's go!" Inuyasha said excitedly, like a hyper child. "We'll need disguises of course, so we'll look older." (Here, Kagome had scoffed, "Disguises? How childish.")
"I can't wait," Kagome muttered dryly.
Inuyasha dragged Kagome to his house, her sarcasm lost on him.
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Kagome gasped in wonder as she entered Inuyasha's mansion. It was old-fashioned, the ceilings so high up, a glass sparkling chandelier hanging down from them. The perfect light pink walls were decorated with Renaissance styled paintings. The room was too perfect, too neat, but still gave a sense of homeliness.
A marble statue sat near the kitchen and a large fireplace burned nearby. A winding staircase led upstairs.
Kagome was even more amazed as she climbed up. Even the bathrooms seemed bigger than Kagome's whole room.
"So what are we going to dress up as?" Kagome asked, hoping that this would make some sense.
"As my mom and dad, of course," Inuyasha smiled, proud of his brilliance.
And I was half expecting him to pick up a clown outfit, Kagome smirked to herself. Hold it. We have to act like a couple? She scowled.
Fifteen minutes later, Kagome found herself in a very long and fancy purple dress that probably costed more than all of her clothes put together, and a hairstyle that looked like a beehive on her head.
Inuyasha was wearing a suit that made him look quite nice actually. He was wearing a black tie and kept pulling at it.
"This is how your parents dress, every single day?" Kagome asked, her high-heels already hurting her feet.
"Yes," Inuyasha replied, tugging the tie. "We should act proper and elegant too; that's how my mom and dad act."
Kagome snorted. Inuyasha acting like a gentleman was a bit hard to believe.
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After deciding the theme [which you guys, my reviewers, are going to do!] and buying the materials, Miroku and Sango took a break at the food court.
"So...how's Inuyasha?" Sango asked, sipping her soda quietly.
Miroku took a huge bite out of his burger. "He's still trying to help Kagome with the money thing." He let out a burp, making Sango wince and hit him with a napkin.
Sango frowned. She had felt so guilty. Her best friend's mom was dying and she hadn't helped a single bit. Miroku shifted in his chair, and Sango knew he probably felt the same way.
"We should do something to help them," Sango suggested, hoping she was right about what Miroku was feeling.
"Like what?" Miroku wanted to know. So she was right.
"I don't know...a fundraiser?"
"A bake sale?" Miroku blurted.
Sango's eyes sparkled. She loved to cook. And she loved to bake even more. "Miroku, you are a genius!" she exclaimed, and she resisted the urge to hug him. "Since we are at the mall, we can get all the supplies we need."
Miroku nodded, pleased that he had done something right. "Although, I have to warn you that I'm not the best baker." Especially since I don't even know how to bake...
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Kagome pranced into the casino. Though she was nervous inside, if someone was looking at her, they would've seen Inuyasha's famous and rich mother, snootily entering a casino.
Inuyasha was acting as though he owned the place. With his arm linked through Kagome's—it wasn't his idea—he walked up to that guy in the counter. How was he supposed to know what that guy was called (if he had a special name)? It wasn't like he was an expert on gambling anyway. [Neither am I, so this will sound like a grown-up's arcade.]
"Some coins, please," Inuyasha stated coolly.
The guy stared at him, his mustache twitching. "Who are you?" he grunted, reminding Kagome of a hog that she'd seen in a farm once.
Kagome gasped, pretending to be offended.
"He doesn't recognize us," Inuyasha scoffed. "honey," he added, choking on the word.
"How could he not, dear?" Kagome coughed, looking sick.
"Who are you?" he demanded, peering at them suspiciously.
[Pretend Inuyasha's last name is Takahashi, cuz I'm too lazy to think of another.]
"I," Inuyasha said proudly, "am Mr. Takahashi."
The pig man's attitude changed at once. "Oh, sir, Mr. Takahashi, I am so very sorry, so very sorry indeed. You and your lovely wife, have a nice time," he said, practically groveling at their feet. "And here's your coins, sir."
Inuyasha smirked and winked at Kagome, who rolled her eyes at him.
He walked up to a slot machine and looked at it, staring at it up and down, not knowing what to do. "Um. Okay. I guess I'll start...playing."
He sat on the seat, put in a few coins, and turned the crank.
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Sango grabbed a whole bunch of cookie dough, sugar, and every other baking supply that she saw and tossed it to Miroku. Fortunately for him, she was an expert in the kitchen.
Miroku stood nearby, just about covered in the brown sugar and flour boxes that Sango had shoved to him. He could barely see where he was going and walked where he thought was the cash register.
"That'll be twenty-two dollars and fifty cents."
Sango reached into her purse but Miroku grabbed his wallet and paid first.
She smiled at him. "Thanks."
He grinned. "To return the favor, you can carry all the bags," he said, shoving three of them to her.
Sango rolled her eyes but took the bags, thinking about how nice Miroku had been.
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An hour later, Kagome had enough of the slot machines. She closed her eyes and saw nothing but spinning cherries, sevens, and random bars.
She walked over to Inuyasha, showing him her winnings, which, fortunately, were more than what she had started out with.
Counting the coins, she accidentally bumped into a policeman, who was patrolling the area.
"Whoops, sorry," Kagome said quickly. The policeman gave her a suspicious look. That wasn't what Inuyasha's mom would say, was it? Then, mentally slapping herself, she amended, "Pardon me, sir," with a cool and curt nod.
The policeman nodded and let her go. Whew.
"Inuyasha," she hissed. He was gaping at the screen of his machine, which was whirring loudly with clinking coins dropping from it. Kagome waited for the coin-dropping to stop, but it didn't.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome asked.
His finger shaking, Inuyasha pointed to the slot machine.
Kagome gasped.
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Sango hummed while taking a few cupcakes out of the oven. Miroku, whom she didn't trust in the kitchen (he had burned himself three times in a minute and then spilled sugar all over himself), was counting everything that she had made.
"You've got fifty cupcakes, thirty brownies, and a cake," he informed her. "And we should sell soda and lemonade too," he added.
An hour later, they had made a stand and a sign that read "Bake Sale For a Good Cause—Buy something and help a cancer patient" and was selling rapidly.
Miroku wondered what kind of people lived near Sango, as one man had bought five cupcakes for his bulldog, and one woman bought a can of soda to water her lawn.
Miroku watched as money piled up in his box. Sango beamed brighter with each customer and soon had to go back inside her house to bake more things, leaving Miroku to earn money.
"Umm..." Then he had an idea. It was stupid, but little kids would like it.
"Okay, you kids wanna play a game?" Miroku asked. Every kid in the line nodded.
"Umm...we're going to play...'Dunk the Monkey'!" he announced, grabbing an ugly plastic monkey he randomly found in his pocket. "You try to hit the monkey with a quarter and if it falls into this box..." Miroku picked up the money box. "Then you win a free cupcake!" Thank God I'm good at making things up as I go along...
Then, as an afterthought, he quickly added, "but I get to keep your quarter." So it's not exactly a free cupcake, is it?
Miroku found himself with hundreds of quarters all over the booth. Just like a metal detector, he picked up every single one and dumped them into his now overfilled box.
And soon Sango found a bunch of kids throwing coins at a monkey.
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"Inuyasha," Kagome began slowly. "Is that really..."
Inuyasha came out of his stupor. "Yep! It really is three sevens! 777!"
This can't be happening. You can't get a 777 in these slot machines. You just can't, Kagome thought, though she wanted it to be true.
"Oh yeah!" Inuyasha cheered. "I rule! I'm lucky! Muahaha! Bow down to me, inferior gamblers!"
Kagome looked at him. She was excited too, of course, but the policemen kept staring at them.
"I think we've had enough gambling for today, dear," she said pointedly.
Inuyasha caught on. "Right. I mean," he whispered, "now that I won one million dollars..."
Kagome dragged Inuyasha away.
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Meanwhile, two policemen walked to the slot machine Inuyasha had been playing on.
"Isn't this the broken one?" one asked another. "The one that gives you three sevens each time you play?"
The other policeman nodded.
"And that guy, the one playing on it...wasn't Mr. Takahashi, was it?"
The policeman shook his head. "Get them!"
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