Boys of Summer
Chapter 6: Of Splinters and Would-Be Confessions
-Note-
Sorry for the late update! But my mom has forbidden me from writing any more fanfiction. I'm basically risking my butt by still writing it! But, as long as I keep Maroon 5 pumped up on my CD player, and if Dark-pyro-Angel-2 don't drop dead by some freak of nature, all is well! Now on with the chapter!
-Slight Warning-Miroku is slight OOC due to the midnight thirsties and pain!
The writing on the paper was growing to be less and less readable. InuYasha's eyelids were growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment as he wrote down the fragments of a song he was composing. "Nobody on the road...Nobody on the...Beach..." He murmured sleepily, the black pen beginning to slip from his grasp.
Finally giving in to sleep's persistent caress, the would-be song writer grabbed his very worn pillow and buried his face into it, then proceeded to stick his rear end up in the air. The rain continued to fall outside in a misty sheet, setting the hazy layout for the early morning risers of California.
He didn't feel like getting up early in the morning. Maybe he would sleep in, just once. After all, it was the summer and he deserved a break from his fatherly duties. Cleaning up after Shippo and sometimes even Miroku went on a lazy streak... Cooking.
Doing laundry.
Shopping. If anyone ever found out that InuYasha took care of the two boys living with him like he was a husband, his 'bad boy' reputation would be screwed into the wall. He squeezed his eyes together as he remembered last week's shopping trip when the cashier asked him if Shippo was his son.
He took a deep breath, and the faint, sweet scent of Zen lavender spray filled his nose.
Memories flashed across his brain of Kikyo standing in her bath room spraying a gentle mist of the perfume over her body after her shower, the two of them sharing a moonlit kiss under an oak tree, the sounds of shattering glass, and the feel of blood as it seeped through Kikyo's shirt and slipped through InuYasha's fingers as he held her while she took her last breath.
He looked down at the faded ivy pattern on his pillow and sighed. Only two heads had touched that pillow since Miroku's mother made it for him when he was five years old.
Stopping his trip down memory lane, InuYasha finally attempted drifted off to sleep while listening to the rain outside his window. Then he started to think of Kagome.
The day before, he noticed that Kagome had streaks of black in her eyes, and her hair shone blue when ever the sun hit it. She was so...Cute when she got angry...Wait, what he thinking?
InuYasha groaned and threw his pillow over his head, never taking his butt out of the air. ............................................................................................................
Miroku stood in front of the open refrigerator, looking for his missing carton of pineapple and orange juice. Broken eggs, broken jars of apple butter, grape and muscadine jelly, torn milk jug, and Shippo's furry experimental mixture of wild mushrooms and buttermilk lay on the floor around him as he dug through the random food items looking for his juice.
Ten minutes later when the juice was no where in sight, Miroku stamped his foot and screamed.
"Butt monkeys! What fagga-muffin stole my juice?!" In the distance, a dog started barking which started a chain reaction and several more joined in.
He picked up the last thing that could satisfy his midnight thirst; the bottom end of the milk jug.
He raised it to his lips and took a sip, but quickly spat it back out. The milk had a thick cream already forming on the top and the liquid was way too thick to be natural. He looked at the top of the jug and found it uncapped. Miroku groaned and pulled a chair over from the table and sighed. Everyone else had the midnight munchies, but oh no, he had to have the midnight thirsties! Miroku wasn't even sure if his condition was a real condition. Several moments later, the dark haired boy felt the chair under him give way, plummeting him to the kitchen floor.
Miroku sat there for a moment reviewing his options. One, get up and go pull the large splinter out of his butt by himself.
Two, wake InuYasha up and tell him to pull a hard piece of wood out of his butt without getting punched.
Three, wake Shippo up and tell him the same without him freaking out and telling InuYasha and getting punched.
Or four, running over to the girl's house and convincing Sango to get it out without being called a lecher and getting slapped. Smiling to himself, he got up and sent a sharp pain ripping through his butt. Gritting his teeth, he dropped his pajama pants to the floor and started out the door when a mischievous idea crossed his mind.
He ran out the house pulling off his t-shirt and black Labrador house shoes. He barely cleared the small pond and ran across the length of Kagome, Kanna, and Sango's yard butt naked.
Miroku finally made it to the front door, his chest and legs glistening from the rain, his hair darker and hanging across his forehead in dark strands. But instead of ringing the door bell, he curled up on the porch and decided to wait for morning. ............................................................................................................
The keyboard and mouse of Shippo's laptop had taken major abuse as the red head searched the whole Internet for cheats on Gran Turismo 3 A-Spec. He hated himself for lowering himself down to this level! Especially because a girl kicks his butt no matter what car he drives.
Twelve hundred web pages later, Shippo had seven pages of cheats he planned to conduct into one big Beat-Kanna scheme.
When he finally gave up Onimusha for a while, the short hour and a half Kanna played, she got further than he did in three hours. Maybe the tale about the sections between their brains was true...No, no, no, no!
Furiously, he began to search for more cheats...Until a thought came across his mind about how pretty Kanna looked when she looked determined. Strands of her white hair caressing her face, her pale cheeks flushed with furious determination...Ah...
He finally realized what he was doing and slapped himself, and continued to perfect his scheme. ............................................................................................................
Thursday morning, 7:34:
Sango stepped out on the front porch, clad in her purple tank top and running shorts. The birds were singing, the grass was glittering with the remainder of last night's rain. The scent of the magnolia's and jasmine had been released at the rain's gentle calling, and it was going to be a beautiful day.
She looked around and saw some little children riding their bicycles, an elderly couple walking hand and hand down the street, a husband helping his pregnant wife into the car, a snoring Miroku's butt... (DPA: And a very nice butt, if I may add!)
What she saw, sent her into a flurry of mixed emotions. Rage.
Nervousness.
Embarrassment.
Happiness...Err...Yeah...
While trying to decide on which to act on, Miroku rolled over, covering himself with his hands.
His eyes were wide and filled with tears...Or maybe it was just sleep... "I got a splinter in my butt! Get it out! Please!" Sango just stared blankly.
"Please! It hurts!" She chose rage.
Smiling sweetly, she bent down like she was going to remove the splinter, and just when Miroku was least expecting it, Sango's hand sliced the air like a knife through hot butter and right on the red area around the splinter.
Miroku jumped up, and bolted off the porch, making sounds like a wounded dog.
The brown hair girl looked down at her hand and blushed. She had just touched Miroku's butt!
Sango stood there in a daze for a couple of moments before Kanna and Kagome stepped out the door and started stretching their legs.
Kanna looked at Sango who was staring down at her hand like it was a sacred object. Oh, if she only knew. "Sango? Are you ok?" Kanna asked before she started waving a hand in front of Sango's face. Kagome stood in front of Sango and popped her on the forehead with the palm of her hand. Sango lost the dazed look in her eyes and looked back and forth between Kagome and Kanna. "Huh? What? Who?" She realized she was still staring at her hand and dropped it quickly as her cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink. Kagome just shook her head and laughed.
"Sango, Sango, Sango. You really need to get Miroku out of your head for a little while!" Infuriated, Sango crossed her arms across her chest and took a deep breath. Then a thought streaked across her mind and she smiled evilly.
"I need to quit thinking about Miroku? What about you and InuYasha? I don't see you over their confessing your love to him!" Kagome blushed and stopped herself from almost falling face first onto the concrete walkway.
"You...You read my diary!"
"I'm sorry! The purple and blue furry cover was just too cute to ignore!"
"Kanna! You too?!"
"Nice, Kanna!" This time, it was Kanna who was on the receiving end of Kagome and Sango's teasing. "Well, Kanna you can't talk because of your little obsession with Shippo!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I'm just saying that when you roll over in your sleep and mumble, 'Shippo', you're obsessed!"
Kanna just glared at the two older girls and stomped off the porch, followed by a giggling Sango and Kagome. ............................................................................................................
"Smooth move, Ex-Lax." InuYasha and Shippo walked out of the hospital waiting room with a slightly limping Miroku. The doctor, known as Kaede, had just yanked the splinter from Miroku's butt and slapped a Band-Aid over it. Now, the poor fellow was limping away.
InuYasha let Shippo help him into the car and he's teasing didn't end there.
"Why were you sleeping over there with your butt all up in the air anyways?" He mumbled, rubbing his sore lower back from his own little night long butt salute to the world.
Miroku carefully sat down in the front seat and sighed as a quick wave of pain ceased. "It was my only option! Besides waking you or Shippo up and asking for one of you to remove a hard piece of wood from my butt without getting socked in the face!"
"What?! You pervert!" Shippo's head darted back and forth between the two boys bickering like two pregnant women. He sighed and kicked back with his headphones and drum sticks and started playing the air drums.
END- Sorry about the long update! BTW, WhiteRabbit5, you may use the idea for Kaoru's parents from Kaoru on Call, just remember to give credit where credit is due! Love ya!