By Psychocynic
...and her younger sister SexyBod
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and it's characters do not belong to me, though everything else (including Potato Palace and the original story) belongs to me.
Happy Easter! Me and my sister managed to churn out this chapter (that's why it's shorter) the day after the first! -insert whoop- Hope you like it, and please review! And without further ado, we proudly present the second installment of Potato Passion; "So Crazy!"
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Chapter Two
So Crazy
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On the highway, in another section of town, where it was not raining...
"Chikusho! WHY CAN'T THIS CAR GO ANY FASTER!?"
Inuyasha was speeding and cursing at 357 miles an hour on the highway. He reallly wanted to see his brother's shrieking face. He was sure that it was him. After all, he knew that Sesshoumaru was calling from the telephone booth next to the appointed restaurant, as this (Inuyasha being late) happened quite often. If it was a scream from outside, it shouldn't have been heard from inside the telephone booth, let alone carry on to the phone itself. And Inuyasha really really really wanted to see what could make his Mr. High-and-Mighty brother scream like a woman.
Up ahead, there was a train intersection and a dreadful, mile long line of vehicles.
"SHIT!!!" Inuyasha furiously pounded his foot on the gas lever and his red convertible jerked, and flew up and over five cars.
With a crazy white-knuckled grip on his steering wheel and his white mane of hair and red polka-dotted tie whipping wildly in the car's slipstream, his designer shades blowing away along with his flashy red dinner jacket and a hoop earring, sporting insanely twitching eyebrows and wide flaring nostrils and gritted teeth and psychotic disproportional bulging yellow eyes with popping red and blue veins and a scary, fanatical, extremely outrageous murderous expression on his face (previously described), Inuyasha started madly twisting the wheel, hunched and leaning over and completely devoid of any sense or reason, causing the car to suddenly rear up, fly swiftly through the air for a few long seconds, bounce and skid dangerously on the roofs of other cars and flying over some, flipping forwards multiple times with the car driving upside down in the air for most of it, before soaring over the fast-moving train. (AN: This was meant to be a run-on sentence)
Yaseishin Inuyasha had truly gone crazy.
A beautiful blood-red sunset graced the sky as an equally red convertible zoomed beyond the horizon.
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Kagome stared, hypnotized.
The man named Sesshoumaru's blue-pupiled red eyes were fading into a brilliant shade of sun. Such a penetrating gaze...
"Get off of me, woman." Sesshoumaru reiterated.
Kagome was frozen. How did his eyes...?
"I will not repeat myself again."
Kagome's arms seemed to be refusing to let go.
Sesshoumaru let out a barely audible sigh and the little potato peeler found herself being plucked off. She didn't wanna!
The black suited man raised an eyebrow at the slowly shrinking-away bundle, which he was still lifting by the scruff of its neck. He was quite used to females suddenly grabbing him screeching, "Sessho-chan!" He was a heterosexual guy, but he cringed whenever females pounced on him, even though most of whom were very busty, beautiful, and rich. But there were also mixed with the ugly, fat, and disgusting, which he gagged just thinking about it, especially the old ones. They'd all try to feel him up and press their breasts into his back.
He puked mentally.
But speaking of this little pipsqueak, who was still looking him over, she seemed to be rather... plain. He dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, and without further ado, he picked up his suitcase and a black umbrella, pushed open the smoke blackened phone booth door, and walked out.
The rain miraculously ceased the moment Sesshoumaru stepped outside.
'So graceful... So elegant...' Kagome thought admiringly, still not moving from where she was rudely plopped.
But suddenly...
Kagome had thought that all of the potatoes had flown away.
But somehow, one potato had managed to find itself under the foot of one Yaseishin Sesshoumaru.
One wet, squishy, slippery, potato.
"OOF!"
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In the aftermath of the Hurricane Inuyasha...
Behind him (Inuyasha), the victims of the younger Yaseishin brother were shouting angrily after him and shaking their fists threateningly, cursing. Their cars were crushed, ripped, dented, torn, bruised, and crumbling, with amputated wheels, bumpers, side mirrors, etc. Most were on fire.
Thick, greasy smoke billowed through the air.
A siren sounded as police cars rushed to the scene. Ambulances were hurling people in and taking them to the hospital. (most of them were just in shock). Firefighters were fighting fires with large tree-trunk-like hoses and newspaper reporters were feverishly taking pictures and recording and reporting the whole thing. The people who weren't sent to the hospital were being interviewed, every scrap of information extracted and picked through with a fine-toothed comb.
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Snippets of the reporter's talk could be heard here and there.
"Any dead?"
"None, sir."
"Suprising... Now, really? Are you sure? Positive?"
(Young assisstant nods vigorously) "Yessir."
"Any injured?"
"A few, sir."
"Very interesting. I shall look into this." (Reporter strokes beard thoughtfully)
"Any in shock?"
"All of them, sir."
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A helicopter roared overhead.
Officers, firefighters, reporters and other official-looking people were communicating through two-way radios and blasting out commands through megaphones. People were running around, screaming, hollering, shouting, crying, weeping, yelling, roaring, sobbing, complaining, tirading, sighing, screeching, shrieking, groaning, moaning, ranting, bellowing, threatening, cursing, wailing, howling, bawling, yelping, whining, protesting, criticizing, fuming, grumbling, raging, seething, thundering, popping, earthquaking, exploding... (the list could go on and on...)
Screaming, chaos, and confusion plagued the battlefield.
It was almost comical.
But Inuyasha was oblivious to all this, concentrating every fiber of his very being into the thought of seeing his screaming bro.
Electric waves were crackling around his body. Fire was flaring in his eyes. A cheesy grin graced his face. He was going to see his brother, all-mighty, cool, sophisticated, unemotional brother, screaming. Caught in the act. And he, Inuyasha, will be triumphant!
(But... ...too bad... ...'cause it wasn't Sess...)