A/N: Wow, catlover55 updated? Really? She updated? Am I dreaming? Yes. I updated. Did you lose all faith in me? Because that would be totally deserved. You know, there's no way that I'm actually going to respond to all of your reviews. Some authors do because they really appreciate the feedback, and so do I... but let's face it: I'm going to flake. I am going to make a bit of an exception this time. I would like to mention that I did write the children's story, and to my knowledge there is no such person as Emily Hayes.
Inuyasha started down the sidewalk, gawking at the sea of people. He saw before him a myriad of stores. The stores sold things that ranged from practical to bizzare.
One store was particularly puzzling: Sanrio Suprises. Everything in there was brightly colored it had many cute little things. Bright, pastel colors were everywhere.
He picked up a large Kerope plushie and dangled it by the foot, staring at it.
A clerk came running up to him, afraid that he might destroy something. "Can I help you?"
"What's this?"
"A stuffed toy." The clerk told him while wondering what a grown male who didn't work there could possibly be doing.
"What's it do?" Inuyasha asked.
The clerk grinned. He was gladdened that someone else doubted that there was any purpose to these dolls. He would depart from this world of luminous plushies with beady black eyes, but he needed the money.
"It doesn't do anything." The clerk told him bluntly.
"Do people buy them?" Inuyasha asked him, still holding the curious thing.
"By the dozens."
"Why?" He asked, giving to poor frog plushie a little shake.
The clerk idly grabbed the Kerope doll and held it for a moment, before replacing it on the display. "I dunno. Girls like them."
"Should I buy one for Kagome?"
"Who's Kagome?"
"She's this girl who refuses to marry me." He told the clerky with a suddenly glum face. "She's about yea high, and she's got black hair that she wears in a bun, and some teeny glasses."
The clerk looked thoughtful for the space of a moment. "You wouldn't be talking about that mean old librarian from across the street?!"
"Actually, yes. Are you thinking she wouldn't be won over by this stuff?"
"I seriously doubt you could warm up that old bat..." The clerk told him ruefully.
"Why are you so sure?" He asked. "Don't tell me you tried something on her..."
"I won't tell you, then." The clerk confessed with a sigh.
"So what happened?" Inuyasha asked with genuine curiosity.
"Nothing," The clerk groaned. "She rejected me about thirty-nine times until I gave up..."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll try other things besides um... these things..."
"Bye... Goodluck..." The clerk told him rather distainfully.
Inuyasha took a deep breath of clean air, and then went for another swim in Tokyo's sea of people.
He wasn't paying too much attention to the people, he was simply walking down the sidewalk wondering how many other men Kagome had turned down. He was starting to wonder if she really was a lost cause. Inuyasha violently shook his head at the thought of giving up on Kagome. He mentally declared that after years of protecting her from others, it was time to protect her from herself.
Sadly, Inuyasha was not watching where he was going, and therefore tripped over a young lady. She was about nineteen, a truly lovely specimen. She was about five-seven, with an ivory tint of skin, and tiny, pink lips. Her eyes were rather sleepy looking; mostly closed, but the visible parts were truly beautiful... dark and gleaming. Her hair was relatively short. It extended only to the base of her ears, it was not particularly soft looking, but sort of powdery in texture. It seemed like a dolls hair. She wore the apparel of a business woman. She had a gray jacket on over a pristine white shirt, heavily starched...
She waited a few seconds for him to get off of her, but he seemed lost in thought... looking at something. She saw where he was looking... her chest.
"Hentai!" She screamed as she pushed him off of her.
"Hey!" He yelped as he came to his senses. "I'm not a..." but she had already taken to her feet and dashed off.
Inuyasha felt his cheeks hot from a blush that was surely visible. He wanted very badly to get out of there... He ran ahead, weaving through people; shoppers, cops, joggers, students, old people, children...
BAM! Inuyasha had carelessly knocked another person down. Before he could even mutter an apology the lower-middle-aged man shouted, "Watch it, Bitch!"
The man was about thirty-five. He was well groomed and wore rather nice clothes, but despite all of his worldly trappings, he was rather ugly. He had a full and drooping stomach. His eyebrows were thick and were growing almost close enough together to form a unibrow. His nose was cruelly and permanently pushed up. He would seem to a stranger like Inuyasha that as an unborn child he must have had his face pressed too deeply into his mother's uterine wall thereby smashing his nose in in such an unseemly way. It would seem that way to someone like Inuyasha... if someone like Inuyasha were to think on such a strange level.
"Don't call me bitch, bitch!" Inuyasha exclaimed, hopping up to his feet.
By this time, the strange man was also on his feet. He gave Inuyasha a violent push backward. "I'll call you whatever I please. Kiss my ass!"
Inuyasha was miffed beyond thinking. "You wanna fight, huh?" He delt the jerk a fierce right hook to the jaw.
The man did not actually dodge, he was only able to take just enough of a step backward as to lessen the blow. He would not have any broken bones. "I'd fight you, but they'd convict me with murder." The man commented, smirking.
"I'm willing to risk that!" Inuyasha declared as he moved in for his next strike.
A crowd slowly gathered round. This busy sidewalk became full of silent, gawking, spectators.
Inuyasha started down the sidewalk, gawking at the sea of people. He saw before him a myriad of stores. The stores sold things that ranged from practical to bizzare.
One store was particularly puzzling: Sanrio Suprises. Everything in there was brightly colored it had many cute little things. Bright, pastel colors were everywhere.
He picked up a large Kerope plushie and dangled it by the foot, staring at it.
A clerk came running up to him, afraid that he might destroy something. "Can I help you?"
"What's this?"
"A stuffed toy." The clerk told him while wondering what a grown male who didn't work there could possibly be doing.
"What's it do?" Inuyasha asked.
The clerk grinned. He was gladdened that someone else doubted that there was any purpose to these dolls. He would depart from this world of luminous plushies with beady black eyes, but he needed the money.
"It doesn't do anything." The clerk told him bluntly.
"Do people buy them?" Inuyasha asked him, still holding the curious thing.
"By the dozens."
"Why?" He asked, giving to poor frog plushie a little shake.
The clerk idly grabbed the Kerope doll and held it for a moment, before replacing it on the display. "I dunno. Girls like them."
"Should I buy one for Kagome?"
"Who's Kagome?"
"She's this girl who refuses to marry me." He told the clerky with a suddenly glum face. "She's about yea high, and she's got black hair that she wears in a bun, and some teeny glasses."
The clerk looked thoughtful for the space of a moment. "You wouldn't be talking about that mean old librarian from across the street?!"
"Actually, yes. Are you thinking she wouldn't be won over by this stuff?"
"I seriously doubt you could warm up that old bat..." The clerk told him ruefully.
"Why are you so sure?" He asked. "Don't tell me you tried something on her..."
"I won't tell you, then." The clerk confessed with a sigh.
"So what happened?" Inuyasha asked with genuine curiosity.
"Nothing," The clerk groaned. "She rejected me about thirty-nine times until I gave up..."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll try other things besides um... these things..."
"Bye... Goodluck..." The clerk told him rather distainfully.
Inuyasha took a deep breath of clean air, and then went for another swim in Tokyo's sea of people.
He wasn't paying too much attention to the people, he was simply walking down the sidewalk wondering how many other men Kagome had turned down. He was starting to wonder if she really was a lost cause. Inuyasha violently shook his head at the thought of giving up on Kagome. He mentally declared that after years of protecting her from others, it was time to protect her from herself.
Sadly, Inuyasha was not watching where he was going, and therefore tripped over a young lady. She was about nineteen, a truly lovely specimen. She was about five-seven, with an ivory tint of skin, and tiny, pink lips. Her eyes were rather sleepy looking; mostly closed, but the visible parts were truly beautiful... dark and gleaming. Her hair was relatively short. It extended only to the base of her ears, it was not particularly soft looking, but sort of powdery in texture. It seemed like a dolls hair. She wore the apparel of a business woman. She had a gray jacket on over a pristine white shirt, heavily starched...
She waited a few seconds for him to get off of her, but he seemed lost in thought... looking at something. She saw where he was looking... her chest.
"Hentai!" She screamed as she pushed him off of her.
"Hey!" He yelped as he came to his senses. "I'm not a..." but she had already taken to her feet and dashed off.
Inuyasha felt his cheeks hot from a blush that was surely visible. He wanted very badly to get out of there... He ran ahead, weaving through people; shoppers, cops, joggers, students, old people, children...
BAM! Inuyasha had carelessly knocked another person down. Before he could even mutter an apology the lower-middle-aged man shouted, "Watch it, Bitch!"
The man was about thirty-five. He was well groomed and wore rather nice clothes, but despite all of his worldly trappings, he was rather ugly. He had a full and drooping stomach. His eyebrows were thick and were growing almost close enough together to form a unibrow. His nose was cruelly and permanently pushed up. He would seem to a stranger like Inuyasha that as an unborn child he must have had his face pressed too deeply into his mother's uterine wall thereby smashing his nose in in such an unseemly way. It would seem that way to someone like Inuyasha... if someone like Inuyasha were to think on such a strange level.
"Don't call me bitch, bitch!" Inuyasha exclaimed, hopping up to his feet.
By this time, the strange man was also on his feet. He gave Inuyasha a violent push backward. "I'll call you whatever I please. Kiss my ass!"
Inuyasha was miffed beyond thinking. "You wanna fight, huh?" He delt the jerk a fierce right hook to the jaw.
The man did not actually dodge, he was only able to take just enough of a step backward as to lessen the blow. He would not have any broken bones. "I'd fight you, but they'd convict me with murder." The man commented, smirking.
"I'm willing to risk that!" Inuyasha declared as he moved in for his next strike.
A crowd slowly gathered round. This busy sidewalk became full of silent, gawking, spectators.