Kay. I actually have a valid explination for why this wasn't posted on the weekend.
My internet died.
I'm posting this at school where the internet is still alive.
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Water hits my closed eyes, and I blink them drowsily. It's an early morning rain shower. Damn it. I try and roll over, to avoid the unpleasant wetness, but fail. Rain manages to soak my pajamas through, so I pull up the sleeping bag around me, but then I feel like a fish in an oven, the thermo-heat sleeping bag keeping in all my body heat and making me unbearably hot. If I remove the sleeping bag, I'll get wet and die of pneumonia. If I keep it on, I'll die of heatstroke. A lose-lose situation. Just perfect. The story of my life.
I roll out of bed, so tired I feel like I've been hit repeatedly by a brick with sharp iron spikes. I don't believe it's physically possible for any normal teen to actually enjoy waking up in the morning. It's not in our nature. I, personally, MUCH prefer to wake up around noon. But it seems I've deeply insulted someone up above, as usual.
I rummage around for the exterior parts of my implant to protect it from water damage, and slump inside, dragging my feet and feeling like the living dead. I flop onto the couch, hoping to catch a few thousand more 'Z's. I almost do too, my eyes closing, my head falling into that meditative state, my body completely relaxed...
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Why does someone have to come downstairs now?! And why do I have to feel it? GAH.
Reason # 645 why I want to be a 'Hearing': NO GODDAM VIBRATIONS WAKING YOU UP AT SIX O'CLOCK IN THE FREAKING MORNING!!!
I open my eyes groggily. It's Kagome, looking vaguely guilty for arousing me. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asks, looking exhausted but apologetic, her hands moving slowly and haphazardly.
"I was already awake," I lie, "What're you doing up so early anyways?"
"The sound of the storm woke me."
I nod affirmatively.
"Hey," she signs, the shifty look on her face changing the tone and murdering an awkward pause, "Do you like coffee?"
Coffee.
The magic word. The elixir of life. Who needs a holy relic, who needs religion when you're got COFFEE?!
I nod happily. "Do you want me to make some?" I ask.
The eager smile on her face vanishes. I can tell she's remembering my antics with the ramen noodles last night.
"Or would you prefer for us both to do it?"
The smile returns and she makes a fist and bobs it up and down repeatedly, the sign for 'yes.' I notice she keeps it nodding for longer than needed for me to understand.
"Or would you prefer to make it yourself?"
She smiles delightedly, "That would be wonderful, Inuyasha!" she bustles into the kitchen.
I grin and put my implant on my head, switching it on.
BOOM.
I jump about five feet into the air. Where did that noise come from?! Is the house collapsing? Is there a tsunami in the lake? Have the dinosaurs returned? Are we being attacked? Are we all going to die?!
I have to save Kagome from the danger!!
"Quick!! To the bomb shelter!!" I sign at her rapidly, grabbing her at the waist, tossing her over my shoulder and pulling her down the convenient hatch in the floor of the kitchen.
"Emergency brake positions!" I sign to her once we're veritably safe, "hands over your head, now!"
BOOM.
Just in time. We could have died...
But my other guests!
Sango...
Miroku...
Dr. Higurashi...
Souta... Kikyo...
They're gone now, the poor, poor things. The house was flattened, probably.
I clutch at Kagome as the danger makes its terrible noise again.
"What, exactly are you doing?" asks Kagome, looking extremely puzzled.
"Don't you hear it?" I reply, "I saved your life!"
"What?!" she replies, "How did you save my life?"
"I saved you from that thing that's attacking us!"
"What?!!"
"That noise!"
BOOOOOOM!!
I make a pathetic little cry and bury my head in Kagome's lap. If we weren't about to be ripped apart by whatever has it in for us, I would be both mortified and excited by my position...
"You're afraid of the thunder?" asks Kagome, trying not to laugh but failing, succeeding in making throaty spluttering noises.
"Thunder?"
BOOM.
I make a noise I've never heard myself utter before, something like, "Eeeeks!"
She's no longer attempting to conceal her laughter.
"Is this the first time you've heard a thunderstorm?" she asks, quizzically.
I nod.
"IT'S NORMAL, INUYASHA."
I cock my head to one side, surely such horrible noise as this wouldn't be 'normal.'
"Is it aliens? Have they possessed you?" I ask, concerned as another paranoid thought fills my head.
"No." she signs.
Ah. From the look she's giving me, I guess that it's not aliens.
Maybe I'd better be subservient for a while.
"Are you sure there's no danger?"
"Positive."
I follow her up the hatch. To my astonishment, the house is still intact, and everything is pretty much normal.
BOOM.
I jump again.
"Oh Inuyasha, you're really just one big baby, aren't you?"
I grin embarrassedly. "Sorry."
"Oh look!" she signs, going over to the coffee machine, "It's ready. I assume you want yours black, right?"
I nod. God, I'm dumb. I'm really dumb.
I take my coffee and slurp it down. Mmm. Caffeine. It sort of dulls the pain of humiliation.
"Inuyasha?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you have a bomb shelter in your kitchen?"
Oh... that.
"It's a long story." I sign, smiling, "My father's a little paranoid."
We both laugh for a little longer than we should.
"You know, Inuyasha," she signs, sipping her coffee, "You're kinda cute when you're frightened out of your wits."
"Thanks... I think..."
So she thinks I'm an idiot. I'm CUTE!!!
Damn.
I'm cute.
"I don't want to be cute!" I sign, vehemently.
"Well, how about pathetic? Do you prefer that?"
"...no."
"Oh well... you're pathetic-ness is cute."
I try to put on a very insulted face.
"Hey, do you want to watch some early morning crap TV?" I ask, hopefully after sulking for about thirty seconds.
"Sure, why not?" she signs, "the normal population won't wake up until at least ten."
"We have three and a half hours." I smile, "Why don't we get to it?"
"I'll make more coffee."