Hey everyone...
I know it's been an absurdly long time since I last updated, and I'm sorry. School has taken over, and I hate everything. But good news! I have the first Inuyasha movie on DVD and have watched everything. (In English, Japanese, and all the special features) I've also seen the second movie, and I love them!
And my birthday is coming up! I'm gonna be a whole year older, and it's gonna be great, because I'm gonna get Gravitation on DVD and the world will be wonderful!
You know what? I have to say that I love everyone who has commented on this story, and the ones who are just reading this and not saying anything. I've had sort of a tough year this time around in the real world, and it's always felt so good to have friends who I don't know to fall back on. And every little thing you guys have said has made me smile, from having "Continue" written five hundred times to one of those smiles you find prevailing all over this website. Thank you so much. It really helps when you're down to know that some things I create are liked.
Sorry for the absurdly long A/N. I know you just want to read one of my evilly short chapters, so go ahead.
Love and Hugs!
Sugarsprite.
"That was great, Dr. Higurashi." I sign after finishing the sumptuous breakfast the older woman prepared.
"Thanks!" cries Sango.
I jump up. I just understood what she said! She said in sign language: bring your hand down from your mouth!
"What is it, Inuyasha?"
"I," I take a moment to collect myself, as I'm moving my hands about in such a disorganized way that no one can understand what I'm trying to say. "I just understood that thing!!"
"What thing?" asks Miroku, cocking his head to the side.
"That thank you thing!!!"
"What?"
Sango grins, "Did you just understand the word..." she stops signing and actually says, "Thanks?"
I nod, bouncing around the small kitchen.
"Great, Inuyasha!" I see Kagome sign.
Dr. Higurashi points to me, "You," she signs and says at the same time, "Shoo. Out of the kitchen. You'll break things."
I obey her. I make it my policy to always obey women yielding spatulas.
I pad outside of the western-style summer house and flop on the beach next to the house, getting sand in my hair...
Kkchhhhhhhthhhsnnnnssss
Uh oh... that doesn't sound good.
Looks like I got some sand in my implant.
Crap.
CRAP CRAP CRAP! I'M SO SCREWED!!! AHHHH!!!!!
I rip the implant off my head, making me literally deaf to the world again. I sit up, brushing the sand out of the life-changing machine. I'm about to put it back when I feel someone's vibrations coming down the beach. I stiffen, trying to figure out who it is without looking out at them.
Tlump tlump tlump
It's no use, I can't discern who it is. I look over my back to see Kagome padding along the shore.
She looks slightly surprised to find I knew someone was coming. I smile at her, and she smiles back.
"Hey," she signs, "how are you doing?"
"Okay, but I think I might have gotten some sand in my implant."
She grins. "I know how to work with these things." She takes the machine out of my hands and fiddles with it.
I lean back onto my elbows, enjoying deafness. It's funny really. I had wanted so much to be normal, yet sometimes, all these sounds overwhelm me, to the point where I'm so inundated with noises I want to break the implant and go back to the old deaf me.
I smell the post-storm lake, the sand, myself, and Kagome's sweet, kitchen-y scent. These senses are natural. I understand what smell, and sight, and touch, and taste mean, and better than other people understand theirs. Hearing gives me a headache.
"You know what, Kagome, leave it."
"What?"
"Leave the implant. I think I'll go deaf for the day."
She looks surprised, "Are you sure?"
I grin, "Yes."
Kagome smiles, "I like you deaf. I can have you all to myself."
"Want to go for a walk?" I ask her, hopefully.
She nods.
Hopefully I can take this little escapade as an excuse to find some way to kiss her.
As we walk along the softly lit path, I go over the plan in my head. We'll walk to the clearing near the Gods Tree, I'll help her climb the tree, then, when we reach the top, and we're sitting in the dappled light with the fresh breeze that comes after a storm blowing in her ebony locks, I'll kiss her. And our first kiss will be glorious, a movie star kiss that makes most teenaged girls squeal with delight when they see it on cassette.
Kagome stops moving alongside me.
"What is it?" I ask, wondering if my little fantasy had somehow become apparent to her. Let's hope not.
"Someone just said something."
Now that it comes to my attention, I do think I sense someone.
"What did they say?" I ask, confused.
"It was more like laughter."
"That's really weird," I sign, a furrow forming on my brow, "Do you want to go back?"
"Yeah, okay," she also looks worried. The little attempts at romance can wait. We walk hurriedly through the woods, when someone dashes across the path.
Kouga?!
That bastard!
Kouga is the bane of my summer existence. The stupid jerk knows a little bit of sign language from summer courses and school things, which he learned for the sole purpose of tormenting me. He likes to call me things like, 'dog turd' and 'dog breath.' And the other signs he doesn't know, he fingerspell them out.
"Yo, Puppy-boy!"
There he goes, making fun of my name. It's not my freaking fault my stupid parents named me 'Dog-Demon,' after some ancestor from feudal Japan.
He comes up to me, his awful smell overpowering me for a while.
"Do you not wash, or do you just stink like that naturally?" I ask him, signing slowly and fingerspelling some words that he won't understand.
He ignores me and walks over to Kagome. MY Kagome.
He says something to her, which makes her face go all pink. How DARE he?!
"This is a beautiful sister you hold there." he signs, "I want it."
Kagome gives me a look, then signs behind his back, "He's been slacking off in is sign language courses, hasn't he?"
I laugh at her joke. "Come on Kagome," I sign "let's go back."
She and I walk by Kouga, ignoring him.
I wave over my shoulder. Kouga growls and runs up to us, but I give him such a bone chillingly fierce look that he runs off like a wounded puppy. Who's the dog turd now?