This chapter is not complete, but I posted it anyways for multiple reasons:
I figure that you who actually enjoyed my work of incompetence (in my view) have suffered too long a wait.
I'm eager to present to creatures other than Snow Ball (my fuzzy, and obiese kitty) and myself my improved writing skills.
I WILL post a completed chapter soon.
In the living quarters of the Sunset Shrine an epic battle takes place: the battle of wills between doctor and patient.
"Please!" He pleaded (for the hundredth time), "Just answer the God forsaken question!"
A simple-and childish, "Uh-uh," was her retort.
"I'm begging you, Kagome! (he got down on his knees and interwove the fingers of his fisted hands for emphasis) Just one more. After that, I'll go away." The object of the poor psychiatrist's woes was perceptively swayed by his pleas. But just barely.
Seeing he was making some headway, Miroku decided to whip out the big guns. Shamelessly, he donned an obviously perfected puppy-pout. "Pwease?"
That had done it…
With a nearly inaudibly grumbled, "Damn it," Kagome finally relented (about damn time too, Miroku thought, It's been three hours!).
The teenager sighed. "What was the question again?"
"What emotions were you feeling that compelled you to draw these…unique (more like satanic) pictures?"
"What emotions?" Now he was getting frustrated.
"Yes, Miss Higurashi. 'What emotions compelled you to draw these unique pictures'?"
She raised an eyebrow at the "moronic" psychiatrist. "What are you babbling about? I meant 'what emotions'. As in 'I have absolutely no problem admitting I'm a psychotic lunatic whom feels no emotion other than anger, brought on by past trauma'."
"…"
Poor Dr. Miroku's lack of speech was accompanied by a lack of facial expression as well.
"Why (Oh, why)-Dear God-did I take this job!"
Suddenly, a bright light encased the mental professional's twitching form. A deep-and obviously forced-voice answered his question; "Because you needed the cash, Young disapal of the Lord!" The performance would have been a beautiful work of art, had a giggle not erupted from the boy leaning over the stair railing causing him to drop his flashlight.
…
Right on Miroku's head.