Hi! I'm finishing this at 1:53 in the morning! Exams are OVERRRRR!

And, surprisingly, I didn't bomb any of 'em...

Mostly because my parents banned me from Fanfiction for two weeks...

But the 4th chapter is done. And I've decided, since you guys have been waiting for two weeks for this chapter, I'll just post it in two parts. I'll have the next chapter up within three days, I promise!

And to the two of you reading Mara and Robin also, I'm halfway finished with that beast of a next chapter.

Whoever says Robin Hood fanfiction is bad, you're meeeean. Because it's awesome once you kill all the stories with Mary-Sues... boo!

Sorry... I'm rambling. It's 2:00 now. I'm allowed not to have a focused train of thought.... Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (which I saw tonight) is distracting me.

ANYWAYS:

Inu-Youkai 911: I checked my reivews, but you didn't ask me any questions... but i'm glad you like it!

Sakuli: I can say "F you, you ugly b whore-monkey." in ASL. It amuses me. I call me friends that a lot... for fun.SEE WHAT EXAMS DO TO ME?!

KharmaSmack: Thankie kindly for the info. And feel free to tell me if i screwed anything up in this fic... because I hate inacurate fics, and therefore I would be a hippocrate if I did... which is BAD.

The doctor and her family get out of their car and walk to the door, pressing the little button next to the entrance to our house.

I don't get how the thing on the door works, yet somehow, whenever anyone presses the little thing, everyone jumps to attention and runs to open the door. I guess it's just another phenomenon of the hearing world that I don't understand.

I watch the twin girls rub their hands against the cold. It's already March, but the weather is still chilly, and the girls are only wearing thin fleeces. I'm sitting on the window seat of the west tower room, where my old playroom used to be.

No one uses this room anymore. It's not in very good condition, as it was my playroom.

I have bad memories here.

This was my punishment room.

I sit crossed legged on the floor, even though I should be attending to my guests. I reach over to the bookshelf of the circular room.

I find a copy of The Adventures of Robin Hood that was mine when I was about seven, and I skim through the pages, looking for the excitement I used to feel when I first read this.

"Robin Hood is a good archer. He shoots arrows with his bow. He can hunt deer with his bow and arrow. But in England, it is bad to hunt deer. Robin Hood wants to eat. He shoots a deer. The Sheriff is mad. He does not like it when Robin Hood shoots deer. He makes Robin Hood an outlaw. Robin Hood is sad. He is sad because he can not marry Maid Marian..."

How could I ever have enjoyed that?! I flip to the next page.

"Robin Hood..." a black pen has eradicated all the other text. The next page is ripped out.

Ah... My angry phase.

When I was thirteen I was not happy with anyone who could hear. Or anything at all for that matter....

I went up here and found all the books I could that mentioned sound, and destroyed all of them.

I feel the floor vibrate underneath me... Kaede wants me downstairs, presumably to meet the guests. I push out my breath very hard, a thing that is called sighing by the hearing population. These things confuse me. I 'sigh' to show exasperation and excitement, yet how can the people tell if I am exasperated or excited? Kaede says you can hear a sigh, but I don't know what a sigh sounds like, nor do I know what a bubbling brook in springtime sounds like, nor birds chirping in the morning. The only thing I know is the faint, high pitched ringing sound that I only hear when doctors are testing my screwed hearing.

I get up and kick the already-ruined copy of Robin Hood across the room.
"Hello." signs a twin.

"Hello." signs the other twin.

"Hello." signs Souta.

I raise my eyebrow sarcastically. I flick my hand down from my forehead, "Hello." I reply to the siblings. I sit at the table, noticing how out of place I am.

Everyone in the Hirgurashi family is dressed up, like they were going to the opera or something. I shudder in memory of an opera I was dragged to last Christmas... so...dull... I can't fathom why Sessho-maru and my parents would want to watch fat women in Viking suits open their mouths for hours at a time, even if they can hear the music.

My parents are still in their work clothes, having (miracle of miracles) come home early to me my prospective doctor.

Even Sessho-maru wears a dress shirt.

I on the other hand, haven't changed out of my red houri-style pajamas.

I resist the urge to sigh again. I was the one who pushed for this meeting... so, of course, I give the worst impression. Gods, I'm stupid.

Mother talks to Dr. Hirgurashi, while I sniff the air... Escargots and caviar are for the appetizer again, with the entrée being chicken cordon-bleu. My parents are going through a European phase. Sometimes I want to go to a plain old sushi bar and order everything in the restaurant, I'm so sick of foreign food.

One of the twins taps me on the shoulder. "I'm Kikyo."

"Inuyasha." I reply, dipping my finger in my drink with my hand that's not occupied in finger spelling. I taste it. Blegh. Chocolate milk. If there's one food I can't stand, it's chocolate. Father always said we had demon blood from his side of the family... perhaps it is dog. Dogs can't eat chocolate.

"So, is this all yours?" she asks, glancing around the hall. I nod, and attempt to flag down the waiter, who is currently occupied in buttering up mother, presumably for tips.

"Wow." She signs, looking at me like I'm already a bag of money ready for her collection.

I smile and nod; hoping she'll stop and go bother her twin or something. The waiter arrives, looking annoyed. Apparently mother has been cheap tonight.

'Seltzer-water. No chocolate milk.' I write on my napkin in my felt-tip pen. Too bad it's a cloth napkin.

Kikyo leans over me suggestively, trying to read what I've written on the napkin. I hand it to her to stop her breasts from falling out of her strapless dress as she leans over me. She reads it and takes a fluffy pink gel pen from her purse and writes on the napkin, 'Ur cute!'

I 'accidentally' drop the napkin onto the floor.

She retrieves the napkin and hands it to me.

She just can't take a hint, can she?

Time for the ultimate turn-off... I take the napkin and write, 'Yes, I know, you don't need to tell me.' I hand it to the expectant teenager.

Her eyes widen as she reads it. She then quickly excuses herself from the table, closely followed by her twin.

All in a days work. Gods, I'm evil.