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Alright!!! I'm sorry I didn't update in three days... I'm sorry! I just had things to do... like write a Robin Hood parody... SORRY. This little jerk of a chapter was giving me the worst writers block.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me.

Anyways, this one was comparatively long...

Question Time!

Samurai Katagi: No way am I gonna fall in that hole. Though there is no love lost between Kikyo and I, it would be ridiculous to overbash her. I shall keep the quality of this story up by just being a little mean...

ACDCchicky: Whoa. You must be wicked good at sign language if so many people around you speak it. If I screw up tell me. (I most likely will, don't worry.) And I'll make sure not to get Beer and 'Drink' messed up. But seeing as I've only been studying it for a month or so, I don't think it will pose a problem for a while.

remix-69er: Kagome can't talk, but she can sign really well. And erm... I dunno how long it will take of them to develop a relation ship. You see, I write my stories out on the fly without an outline. It's all in my psychopathic little head, because if I were to make an outline, I would probably get really bored with it and discontinue it for a while... and I don't want that!!
When Kikyo returns to the table, she sits in the place her twin sister, Kagome was eating.

Great. I have to deal with another annoying whore.

But much to my surprise, the signing twin doesn't pay the slightest bit of attention to me. I don't mind. I can figure out what my parents are talking about.

Such a pity I have no idea how one goes about lipreading.

I sigh and lean back in my chair, drumming my fingers on the table top. I've always loved doing this, the interesting vibrations it makes on the counter, and the looks of irritation I always get from my father all make finger tapping a worthy pastime.

Kagome looks over disdainfully at me. I wink at her and drum harder.

She sits very still and erect until something seems to snap in her. Quick as a wink, her hand shoots over to mine and stops the drumming.

She's touching me...

She's touching me.

Well, that's rather unexpected.

I notice how much more attractive she is compared to her twin sister. She wears a pretty red kimono with her long dark hair piled expertly atop her head. Around her neck is a black velvet choker with a beaded pattern upon it, made to look like a water lily. She looks very pretty.

Embarrassed, she removes her pale hand from mine. "Sorry." She signs, her face going rather red, "I can't stand that noise."

"Noise?" I ask, confused.

"I'm not deaf, Inuyasha, just mute."

"Really?" I ask, then decide to drop it. She probably doesn't want to talk about it "That's interesting." I continue lamely, as the dinner finally arrives. Damn foreign food.

I struggle through two abominable courses before I give up and sit back in my chair again, remembering not to drum my fingers against the table.

Sessho-maru catches my attention by throwing a pea across the table. He brings his hand up to his forehead, gripping an imaginary cap, and then brings his fingers together in a word meaning 'brother'.

"Yes?"

"Take the twins on a tour of the house. They've been finished for a while."

I shake my head no. Who is Sessho-maru to be giving me advice?

"Do it NOW."

I notice he has been sitting next to Kikyo.

"Fine, bastard." I decide to humor him. He sometimes has pretty good influence over my parents.

"Just get this whore away." He signs, looking disgusted at the sight of Kikyo.

I roll my eyes. My older brother isn't the best signer; though he's far better than my parents... he studied ASL in his first two years in college so his comes jerkily and broken up, like most second languages. But he's very good at insults. "Whore, F---, B----, Bastard..." he can sign like a natural when he's using those words.

I ask Kaede if I can take the Higurashi girls on a tour of the house.

"You would do that, Inuyasha?" asks Dr. Higurashi, her eyes shining.

"That's so nice." Says Kaede, looking suspicious, "What do you want, child?"

"Nothing," I lie, "I just thought they would like to see the house."

Myoga says something skeptical to Kaede, then signs to me, "Is it empathy I am sensing in young master Inuyasha?!"

I roll my eyes, and nod. "I'm being polite. Is that so rare?"

"Yes."

"Shut up." I sign, "Tell them I'll take them on a tour before I have you fired."

Knowing I wouldn't fire him for his life, Myoga informs the girls of my plan.

Kagome gets up with grace, and moves an outstretched palm down from her lips. "Thank you." Kikyo does the same, but with less perfection, and they both follow me through the doors of the dining hall. We walk to the grand staircase, and Kikyo and Kagome both look amazed at the size of the thing. I smile awkwardly, attempting to look humble.

"Shall we go upstairs now?" I ask, wanting them to stop looking at my house in wonder.

They follow me, and we pass the suits of armor and impressionist paintings at a painfully slow rate. The twins keep stopping to look or touch or converse in a mixture of Japanese and Sign Language. I decide to take them to a place where they won't be able to ask me awkward questions about the date this was made or why this Renoir has purple crayon on it...

We go to the games room. It's filled with old arcade games, pinball machines, and a pool table. It also has a mini movie theatre where Sessho- maru often watches porn with his university buddies. The room was a birthday present for Sessho-maru. He was fourteen and I was six, and he wouldn't let me play in there for the longest time. I eventually gave him a bloody nose and locked myself in there for a whole night.

I grin fondly at that memory. Sessho-maru had thrown such a tantrum that I could feel the vibrations of his head hitting the floor two stories up.

We enter the room, and both the girls stand in awe for a few moments, then after a confirming look from me, they engage in a stunningly intense game of Foozball.

I watch, amused, as the girls exchange glares and insults over a petty game of table soccer. Eventually, Kagome falls behind, letting more and more plastic soccer balls get into her plastic net, her plastic players standing useless. When the game ends, she flops onto a couch, looking tired as her twin does a victory dance around her. They seem to have forgotten I was here.

Well, I don't like to be ignored. I sit next to Kagome on her couch, and ask her if she would like to play a game of it with me.

She goes red, but she nods.

Kikyo goes red also, but for different reasons. "Can we play later?" she asks, her eyes alight.

"You can play winner," I sign, looking over at Kagome. She smiles at me, and something stirs in my chest.

She has a beautiful smile.

We reach the table and the game begins. It all goes well until... Kagome scores.

She was supposed to be BAD!

I can't be beaten by a girl? Especially a girl who just had a humiliating loss at the hands of her twin sister! And I have Foozball access whenever I want...

I get much more aggressive. Vibrations come from inside my throat. Kikyo asks me why I'm growling.

"I'm not growling!" I sign angrily.

Damn.

I took my hands off the controls. Damn damn damn.

Kagome scored again. Not just once, but twice.

By the end of the goal, Kagome's the clear winner. She beat me, 1-15.

She cheated. I don't know how she did it, but she cheated.

I resist the urge to growl again. Suddenly both twins' heads perk up as they hear something. The floor vibrates. They want us downstairs.

I exit the game room, pocketing Sessho-maru's "Hentai Party: Porn All Night Long!!" DVD.

It shall serve its purpose. We descend the staircase to the main hall. My mother and Dr. Higurashi are hugging... that's always a good sign.

"Say goodbye to your new friends, Inuyasha," orders Kaede.

"Goodbye, Kagome. Goodbye Kikyo." I sign, grinning.

They both wave, and enter their mother's car.

I smile at them, and wave, always the courteous host.

As soon as the doors close, I remove the veil of politeness off my face and turn to my mother. Fingerspelling at a painfully slow rate, so I know she'll understand it perfectly, I ask my question.

"So. Can I get the implant or not?"