In this Chapter: Racist InuYasha… (I plan to dull it down) and a field trip. And maybe strawberry panties. Ichigoooo!
Inu Kaiba: Wai, I'm late on a new chapter. Sorry guys, updates may be slow until summer… I'm a bit busy and I really don't have many holidays coming up. The first week of May is expected to be a very fun week for meh, but you guys really don't care what goes on in the life of me. Anyways, here's an update. And hopes to a new Naruto story or two. :P I'm also totally sidetracked, I just spent a whole twenty minutes doing Naruto related stuff… and naming the chapter… And I have new page breaks! And they don't show up...
Ima Made Nando Mo, Nan Toka Akiramezu Ni
Things were just a little too crazy for Kagome. Correction. Everything going on in her life was way too crazy.
This new girl, Sango, she was just so odd. I mean, this Miroku kid sounded much to fabricated for her. He was obviously imaginary… That or she was reading into things way to much.
It wasn't until her Aunt Kaede tapped her on the shoulder that she snapped back to reality.
"Kagome, your friend InuYasha is here to see you. He says it's important."
"Oh… If you don't mind, could you please tell him to join me upstairs?"
"Alright, he'll be up in a moment."
I heard faint voices downstairs and the scraping of a chair; proving that InuYasha had invited himself in like he tended to do and followed shortly by the thumping sound of what was obviously InuYasha's footsteps. He had to be the only boy I knew who walked like he weighed 10,000 pounds; especially on stairs. He pounded away on them like they were drums.
'He always used to dream of becoming a drummer… He'd hum little melodies and bank sticks on walls, creating his own patterns and rhythms. He says it's his dream… Woah, more focus, less thinking of InuYasha, Kagome. InuYasha isn't the only thing in your life… Weren't you supposed to be thinking of other things... Like your new friend Sango…'
"Why is my life such a total drag?" I practically screamed out extending my arm on the surface of my desk and sinking my head into it.
"Kagome… Ka-go-me…… K-a-g-o-m-e!"
"What?" I snapped pulling my head up and bashing InuYasha in the chin. "OH FUCK!" he cried out sticking his tongue out and holding it between his thumb and index finger and making a high pitched whine to prove he was in pain.
"What are you doing here?" I practically screamed at him.
"Well thank you very much for being so bitchy when I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. God! Instead I end up with a tongue which happens to be bleeding."
"Well I'm sorry I was so surprised that I fucking hit you when you scared the shit out of me by practically screaming in my ear."
"Are you on crack or something? Because the Kagome I know is too much of a saint to say words like that…."
"Well just because I decided to do something spontaneously doesn't mean I'm on drugs, thank you very much."
"You wanna be different?"
"What'll it take to prove you I am?"
The smile on InuYasha's face was a bit too wide to be natural and I knew he had something devious in mind.
"Then we're prank calling India."
"WHAT! Kaede-baba and Jii-chan will kill me if they find out I called India let alone told them anything racist."
"Well you wanted to prove you were different then the saint I knew…"
"Yes, but not like this."
"Do it, or you're the stupid freaking saint you've proved to be."
I gulped and picked up the sheet of paper with the area code for India and reached over for the phone. As I reached for it, it seemed to get farther away when it was really getting closer. I blamed I ton the fact that I was extremely nervous about doing this and being racist, for I knew InuYasha would want me to insult these people when I really saw nothing wrong with Indians though the majority of white people, mostly Americans and Canadians seemed to hate them.
I carefully picked up the phone in my hands and pushed in (425) 345-6780. InuYasha told me to put in a specific area code but choose any set of numbers I wished.
After a few rings, someone picked up and began speaking in Indian, which sort of surprised me. I mean, it shouldn't have; but I was so used to a 'hi', 'hello' or 'hey' that an Indian greeting did in fact surprised me.
"Tell her she smells like curry." InuYasha whispered to me. He was so racist it was incredible. He acted like he was so much better than those people, but really he wasn't.
"No that's rude!" I practically screamed at him, covering the ear piece so the lady wouldn't hear me. She sounded middle aged and I was still incredibly ashamed at what I was saying to her.
"That sounds like something a saint would say…" he muttered.
"Y-you s-s-s-mell l-ike c-c-curry…" I said into the phone a bit nervous.
The woman who had probably most likely understood only the part about curry began questioning me, probably asking something like, "Are you asking about my famous curry recipes dear? Please speak in Indian."
At that point InuYasha ripped the phone from my hands and said, "And your husband's a fag." Then he placed it back in it's cradle and turned on me.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You couldn't even say your line right you stupid saint!"
"Get the fuck out of my house you racist bastard." I whispered so low that it gave InuYasha the shivers. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled as loud as I could, throwing a stool at him.
As he ran down the stairs, dodging and ducking the flying items he ran into Kaede.
"Hello InuYasha, are you ready for your field trip tomorrow? I heard you're going to a museum in Canada. I think it's a great idea, I mean getting to learn more about a different country, and getting to see famous historical objects, especially since this museum is supposed to have a lot of interesting stuff."
"Mm-hmm, I can't wait." InuYasha said getting smacked in the head by a package of pads. He figured Kagome was throwing whatever the hell she could get her hands on now. His hands grasped the doorknob which had seemed so far away before but was now so close and he practically ripped it out of where it lay trying to get out of the house.
When he slammed the door shut and slid down to the pavement trying to assess everything that had happened, only one thing came to mind. "Canadians suck."
"Hey Sango! How're your strawberry panties today?"
This had to be the worst thing I'd ever had to live down. I'd worn a skirt to that stupid Karaoke bar. And later when I stood up leaving Miroku laying there on the ground, he'd gotten a nice look up my skirt. And no, I couldn't have been wearing plain whit underwear. And some how, some way, he'd been sober enough to remember it.
I had to be wearing strawberry panties, which happened to be my favourite pair as well. Shame. I'd burned them with a maniacal grin and a cackle to get my revenge at the evil they had done to me.
I was happy though. In two days we were going on a trip to The Royal Ontario Museum, The ROM for short, and if Lady Luck was upon me I'd be paired with Kanna and without Miroku.
Inu Kaiba: I'm sorry it was so short you all deserve more, but I'm stuck, and I want to get this out since the faster it's up the better for you guys since then you get to read it. I promise I'll write the museum chapter soon.
Oh and made up area code folks, I'm not sure what it really is. If you know what it is, tell me, and I'll correct it.
Ima Mande Nando Mo Nan Toka Akiramezu Ni - You've done this many times, You never gave up with yourself.
