My Nephews Will Have Dog Ears!
Chapter Two: The Evils of Arts And Crafts
Disclaimer: I'm working on owning the Inuyasha characters, but Rumiko Takahashi doesn't respond well to bribes...
"Are you really going with InuYasha?" said Sota, barely able to contain himself.
"Yeah," said Kagome, "I'm just going to hope he doesn't kill anyone."
"This is AWESOME," said Sota. "What if you two actually start liking each other? Ooh, what if you get married? What if you have kids? That would be so awesome! My nephews would have dog ears!"
"Or," said Kagome, "We can just keep hoping he doesn't kill anyone." And with that cheerful comment she was down the well to retrieve her prom date.
"Iron Reaver, So-" started Inuyasha, hurling himself towards a car going at least thirty miles per hour, hat flying off he his head.
Kagome had a firm hold on his hand and was pulling him down bellowing, "It's not a demon! It's a car! They're everywhere! Say it with me, Ca-are."
"It's not a demon?" The hanyou looked disappointed.
"No," said Kagome giving the most innocent smile she could muster to the owner of the car who was staring at the guy with ears arguing with some girl. "Oh!" she said, facing the owner, "He...uh...doesn't get out much. He...just got out of a mental hospital!"
The guy just kept staring at her before driving off as fast as the car would go.
"Inuyasha, let's go into the house and get something to eat," said Kagome. Inuyasha grinned happily, picked up Kagome, and bounded off towards the house at full speed.
MEANWHILE AT THE HOUSE IN QUESTION
"So what's this stuff again?" said Sango, eyeing the white tube suspiciously.
Sota sighed and began to explain again. "It's called superglue (A/N- oh, what fun!), you can put bits of paper together and stuff with it. It's really fun!" He seemed quite happy and shoved glue, scissors and paper towards Sango, Miroku, Kirara and Shippo.
"What do we do with these little knives?" said Miroku, stabbing the carpet curiously with the scissors.
"No," said Sota, taking the scissors from a thoroughly bewildered monk. "You do this." He cut glued bits of paper together, and then proudly displayed his work to his pitifully small audience.
Understanding was beginning to show in their eyes and they began to mutilate the paper enthusiastically.
"What's this stuff called?" asked Miroku. This was his first visit to modern Japan, while doubtlessly interesting these people had some incredibly alarming rituals. Like the one in which they would stare at a shining colorful moving screen for hours. However, plenty of these things, chocolate for instance, were quite good. "Supper-glow?"
"Superglue," said Sango covered with a pile of little bits of paper.
"It won't give me any," said Miroku, squeezing the tube as he had seen Sota done, but he wasn't having much luck. What happened next was one horror after another. In slow motion, or at least it seemed as such to the occupants of the upstairs hallway, Miroku sat the tube down and pounded it with his staff.
"That might not," was all Sota got out before the horribly abused tube finally gave way and started spewing white goo everywhere. Shippo was drenched and started stumbling around trying to find something to wash all this stuff out of his tail and got in the direction of the bathroom.
"My eyes!" shrieked Sango, this stuff hurt like hell and she clawed at her eyes. "It got in my eyes! Get it out!" She too stumbled towards the bathroom grabbing for the whatcha-ma-callums, facets, that was it, and grabbed the doorknob instead.
Sango accidentally slammed the door instead of running water and Shippo's cries of "My tail! OW!" joined her own.
Miroku found Sango and dragged her in the direction of the sink, he was undamaged aside from the fact he had something that was much more permanent that hair gel all over his head. He whacked the facets until the shiny thing starting spouting clean water and shoved her head under it.
Sango, still thoroughly alarmed, was convinced she was drowning (though at least the glue was out of her eyes and they would remain red for hours). She whacked her unknown captor in the chest, heard a muffled grunt and ran towards the door.
"Sango!" yelled Miroku, "The stairs!" He ran after her and tried to hold her back, but...THUMP! Too late. Sango was at the bottom of the stairs and he was in the process of tumbling down them. THUMP! Hey, at least he had a little, if thoroughly pissed off, padding.
"The only way you can get this stuff off is to wash it before it dries!" said Sota, doing much better than anyone else in that group (he was behind Miroku at the time of the 'explosion'). "Get outside where I can hose everyone off!" Shippo and Kirara nodded and took off down the stairs, stepping on a groaning set of disgruntled people.
"Sota!" yelled Kagome as Inuyasha watched, laughing. "What the hell did you give them?" She them proceeded to hose all of them off, even getting the top half of Miroku and Sango.
Sango shoved the semi-conscious monk off of her, muttering "Hentai," even though she knew full well he couldn't help. The monk in question stood up and Sango glared at him, still blushing.
"Well," she demanded, "aren't you going to help me up?"
The monk offered her his left hand, his right started to turn black and purple. He pulled her up, and there they stood, soaking wet and indignant.
"You can let go of my hand now," she said, trying to tug her hand away from his.
"I wish I could," he said, pulling hard, unable to even pry his fingers away from her palm.
"Oh, no," she said trying to pry hid fingers away. "I want to change out of these cloths and I'm NOT doing it in front of you."
"You think I like this?" he said, trying to act innocent.
"Probably do lech," was Sango's sarcastic reply, "Probably do."
A/N-hehe, poor Sango and Miroku. Aw, well. I didn't think I'd be updating this for a while. I guess I proved myself wrong. Anywho REVIEW!