Author's Note: I have tallied the votes for whether there should be fluff or plot, and have come to the conclusion that it would be best to finish the party, and then have a lovely plotful bit closer to the end. So everyone's happy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies they look through. And, unfortunately, the zombie joke is from the Simpsons. Couldn't help but throw it in.
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Chapter 13: The Party Goes On
Inuyasha and Kagome were leaning against each other, both with large smiles on their faces, when Miroku and Sango descended the stairs, each trying to hide their glee. Sango was doing a much better job of it than Miroku was; the other boy had to stop and turn away sometimes in order to suppress a giggle.
"What's wrong with him?" Inuyasha asked, motioning towards Miroku. Sango shrugged.
"He's been like that since he came out of the bathroom," she answered, using her best innocent voice. "Quite frankly, I do -not- want to know what he was doing in there."
Kagome giggled and Miroku glared at Sango. "Hey," he said. "For your information, I was-"
"WE DON'T WANT TO KNOW," the three of them shouted, shocking Miroku into silence. He almost fell over, but caught himself at the last minute and looked sheepishly at his three friends.
"Okay, okay, no need to be so loud," he said, grinning. "Now...what's next? Movie? More Twister, perhaps? Or maybe another round of that oddly exciting game known as Truth-or-Dare?"
Sango elbowed him, but neither Inuyasha nor Kagome seemed to be paying much attention to Miroku's antics; their eyes were somewhat glazed over as they fell into one of their most recent memories. Sango rolled her eyes, now knowing how Kagome had felt when she had come home from her date with Miroku, ecstatic over the kiss. She made a mental note to talk to Kagome later and get all the details that she may have missed from her perch on the stairs.
"A movie, then?" Miroku said, interrupting their thoughts. "Hmm...well, what do we have?"
Sango cleared her throat. "Well, I've got a lot of movies, so we have to pick a genre before we go into actual titles." She walked over to a closet and opened it up, revealing a huge pile of DVDs and VHSs. "We've got Comedy, Action, Drama, Romance-"
"Chick flicks," Miroku and Inuyasha both said at the same time, rolling their eyes. Kagome and Sango glared at them.
"Suspence, Mystery, Horror...all that jazz," Sango finished, ignoring the boys' interruption.
"Horror!" Inuyasha exclaimed. "I love a good scary flick."
Sitting next to him, Kagome shivered. "Oh, those are so creepy," she said. "The sounds alone are enough to give me nightmares."
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on, I love a good scary movie. And it might give us ideas for revenge on Kikyou!"
"What, like sending an army of undead ghost people to pummel her into the pavement?" Sango suggested sarcastically. "You won't get many realistic ideas from a horror."
"The undead thing isn't such a bad idea, actually," Inuyasha said, standing up and holding his arms out in front of him like a zombie. "Need...brains..." he said in a low voice, approaching Kagome. "Brains..." He stood next to her and put his hands on her head.
"Brains?" he asked, shaking his head and moving on. "I need...brains..."
"Hey!" Kagome exclaimed, her hands on her hips. Sango laughed.
"Okay, okay, we'll do a scary movie," she said. Inuyasha did a celebratory jig and ran over to the cupboard, looking over the pile of scary movies, picking them up at random and discarding them if he didn't like them, and holding onto them if he did. He read their titles aloud as he scanned through them.
"The Ring...The Grudge...The Sixth Sense, what? You have that in horror?" he asked. "That's not a scary movie."
"I didn't sort them, my mother did," Sango said. "Just find one you like."
Inuyasha shook his head and turned back to the movie-pile. "Birds...Frankenstein...wow, these are old."
"Can we just pick one and get on with it?" Sango asked. "I'm going to go get the chips and pop. You three just pick something."
Inuyasha picked The Grudge. "This one's not too creepy, Kagome," he said, holding the movie and reading the brief description on the back. "The Grudge. Some dead kid's getting revenge...or something...yeah."
"Whatever," Kagome said, lying on her back on the carpet and staring at the ceiling. "At least I won't be able to see all the creepy parts."
Inuyasha snickered. "Don't worry, I'll be glad to describe them to you in vivid detail."
Kagome smiled, still looking up at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought. Inuyasha walked over to her and poked her in the stomach. She didn't seem to care.
"Miroku, get your lazy ass over here and help me with the food," Sango called. Miroku obediently walked towards her voice, leaving Inuyasha and Kagome in the room.
"What's up?" Inuyasha asked, noticing her far-away expression.
"No, just...thinking," she said.
"Not more riddles again," Inuyasha muttered. Kagome smiled.
"Nah, I was just thinking about what'll happen when I can see everything," she said. "I won't have you guys to describe everything to me. I kind of like it just the way it is now, and although it's great to see colours and stuff, I can't help but wonder about how my life is going to change."
"What, you don't want to get your sight back?" Inuyasha asked, not quite understanding what he was hearing, He sat down next to her and poked her in the stomach again. She swatted his and away.
"No, that's not what I'm saying; it'll be great to be able to see you guys. Just...I don't know. People fear the unknown, right? The whole 'scary-movie' thing made me remember that. For me, the whole world is unknown. It's probably changed since I was younger. Or my memories have changed."
She sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest. Inuyasha smiled, finally understanding what she was saying.
"So it's scary, having your whole life change again?" he asked, moving closer to her. "You don't have to worry about that. You've got Miroku and Sango and me. We'll all help you through it. If you're scared, I'll still be here."
He put an arm around her shoulders and she smiled and leaned in to him. Inuyasha noticed there were faint tears in her eyes. "Don't worry about it," he said, his voice quiet, soothing. "Everything will be great."
"I know," Kagome said.
"We've got the food!" Miroku announced, striding into the room holding a ridiculously large amount of chip bags. "All kinds of junk to make your waist expand."
Inuyasha stood up and took Kagome's hand, leading her over to the television room. There was a large comfortable-looking couch with leg rests facing a relatively large television screen mounted on the wall.
"Oooooh, flatscreen," Inuyasha said, taking a place on the end of the couch. Kagome sat next to him, Sango next to her, and Miroku on the other end. "Is it plasma?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sango said, sounding confused. She loaded the DVD into the DVD player and turned on the television.
The good thing about watching scary movies when you're blind is that a lot of the effect is created by the sound alone; you'll have suspenseful, eerie music, and then when everybody else sees the monster jump out from behind a wall the music gets really loud and scary, so it's just as frightening and surprising if you have your eyes closed as it would be if they were open. So, by the end of the movie, Sango was holding on to Miroku's hand very tightly, and Kagome had moved closer to Inuyasha and buried her head in his shoulder. When the movie ended nobody moved for a bit; unlike other genres, horror films rarely have a comforting ending.
Kagome was the one to break the silence. "This one's not too creepy, Kagome," she said mockingly, quoting Inuyasha earlier on in the party. "Some dead kid getting revenge...or something...yeah." Her voice was muffled because her head was still on Inuyasha's shoulder. He laughed.
"Okay, okay, it was different from what I expected, but at least it's not so bad that you'll get nightmares," he said.
"We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?" Kagome answered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "There is no way that I'm going to be able to eat dinner after having so much horrible junk food."
"I bet that our parents aren't exactly expecting us to go home with appetites," Miroku commented. Sango smiled.
"I know my mom's not," she agreed, standing up from the couch and stretching. "It's been a long time since I've seen a thriller."
"But no ideas for Kikyou," Inuyasha noted, a sad tone in his voice. "Unless we hire some dead kids to go up to her and chase her around making that weird throaty noise..." He leaned over to Kagome and make the throaty noise that, in the movie, signified that the dead kid was going to come into play; Kagome shrieked and punched him in the nose. Shocked, Inuyasha raised his hands to his face.
"Omigosh, Kagome," Sango said, leaning over Kagome to see that there was a bit of blood coming out of Inuyasha's nose. "I've been dying to do that for the longest time. No fair that -you- should break his nose before I got a chance to."
"I...I what?" Kagome asked, looking up at Inuyasha. "Oh, no, I couldn't have...did I really?"
"No, no, it's okay," Inuyasha said, wiping the blood on his sleeve. "You just made me bleed a little bit. Nothing's broken."
Sango swore under her breath. "Aw, and here I was getting my hopes up."
"Well, you deserved it," Kagome said defiantly, looking at Inuyasha with a grin on my face. He growled at her.
"Well, maybe -you- deserve a punch in the face as well," he said threateningly. Kagome shrieked again and scooted across the couch as far as she could, ending up next to Sango and Miroku.
"Oh, there's no way -I- am getting involved in this," Miroku said, standing up from the couch and going on to the other side of the room. Sango followed him, leaving Kagome on her own. She scooted over so she was on the very far side of the couch.
"Noooo...I've been abandoned!" she exclaimed. "Sango, how could you?"
Inuyasha laughed, advancing on Kagome, still making the throaty noise.
"I'll punch you again!" Kagome said.
"No you won't," Inuyasha corrected, grabbing her arms and wrapping them behind her so that she couldn't move. "Got you!" he exclaimed. Kagome squirmed but couldn't get away.
"Go Inuyasha!" Miroku cheered.
"Go Kagome!" Sango shouted. "Come on, Miroku, cheer for the girls!"
"No way," he said. "I'm cheering for the winning team."
"Oh, that makes me feel so much better," Kagome said. She stopped squirming for just enough time for Inuyasha to let his guard down, then violently turned to the right so that Inuyasha, still holding on to her arms, was flung off the couch and onto the floor. However, he hadn't let go of Kagome, so she was dragged down with him, and ended up on her back, looking up at the ceiling, with Inuyasha beneath her. He pushed her off of him.
"That was so not fair," he said, standing up and helping Kagome do the same.
"What are you talking about?" Sango interrupted. "She so creamed you."
"Feh, whatever," Inuyasha said, flapping a hand at Kagome. "She wins."
"Yay!" Kagome exclaimed, dancing a little on the spot. "What's my prize?"
"A climb all the way to the top of the tree at school," Inuyasha replied. "Unfortunately you'll have to get down on your own."
"I don't like that prize," Kagome answered, smiling. "Give me a different one."
"Well, since you seem to hate me so much, I could go and get myself kidnapped," Inuyasha mused. Kagome gasped.
"I don't hate you!" she said, hugging Inuyasha to prove her point. Sango and Miroku laughed.
"Come on, you two lovebugs," Sango said. "We've still got one more game we can play."
"What game?" Miroku asked, clueless as always.
"Trunk," Sango replied.
"There is no way in hell I'm wearing that...that...abomination," Inuyasha said. And he had been so happy when he had pulled the lucky number 7 out of the hat! But no, of course, the so-called 'lucky' number had to link to the most horrible, disgusting outfit that could be dreamed up. "The Devil himself wouldn't use this as punishment."
"You picked the number, you wear the clothes," Sango said, holding the pink tutu at Inuyasha. "Be thankful that it's only the skirt and the tiara, and not the whole outfit."
"I want a new number."
"That's not how the game works," Sango said, laughing. "Look. You wanted to go first, you got to go first."
"You rigged the game, didn't you?" he accused. Sango raised her hands in the air.
"I'll admit, I was thinking about it, but I actually didn't," she answered. "You chose this outfit all on your own." She held it out to him again. "Go get changed."
"There is no way in hell."
"I'll get Kagome to scratch your ears," Sango threatened. Inuyasha grumbled.
"It'd be better than having to wear -that- thing," he answered. Sango paused, trying to think of a different alternative. Suddenly her face brightened,as she thoughtof the perfect thing.
"Inuyasha, either you wear this outfit, or I get -Miroku- to scratch your ears, and goodness knows he'd enjoy it."
Inuyasha's face blanched and he stared at Sango. "You couldn't be sohorrible as to actually give me such abad choice."
"Pick the lesser of two evils," she said. "The tutu or Miroku."
Inuyasha glared at her, grabbed the disgusting outfit, and put it on over his clothes. Sango had to suppress a giggle at the sight.
"And the tiara," she said, holding out the silver crown-like object. Inuyasha jammed in onto his head.
"I'd rather have Kagome actually break my nose," he said.
"Oh, but imagine how guilty that would make her feel," Sango said, leading him out of the trunk room to where Miroku and Kagome were sitting. When Inuyasha entered their line of sight, Miroku almost fell over laughing.
"Oh...my...gosh," he said between bouts of hysterics. "Kagome...omigosh...Sango...explain..."
"Gladly," Sango said, a malicious grin on her face. "Kagome, Inuyasha stands before you with his silver hair held in place by a lovely silver tiara with inset blue rhinestones and a floral design. Above his ordinary, everyday clothes is a lovely pink tutu with sequins sewn onto it in yet another pretty flower-ful design. The tutu itself is approximately three feet in diameter, and I think it would look much better in yellow, because then it would match his eyes, which are currently giving me death-glares."
"Give me liberty or give me death," Inuyasha muttered, throwing off the outfit. Miroku was still hopelessly lost in giggles. "Let Miroku go next."
The three of them were much more lucky than Inuyasha had been; Miroku had to wear a martial artist's outfit that actually didn't look half bad, Sango had to wear an angel outfit complete with a long, flowing white skirt and fluffy, feathered wings, and Kagome had to wear a sailor outfit with a miniskirt and hat with anchor designs.
"That's so unfair, you guys all got better numbers than me," Inuyasha grumbled. "You're so evil."
"Hey, that's Trunk," Sango said. "I'm never going to forget this day."
"Me neither," Kagome agreed. "I may be blind, but that mental picture was the funniest thing I've seen in years. Sango, I must compliment you on your descriptive abilities."
"Anytime, my good friend, anytime," Sango said, clapping a hand on Kagome's shoulder. Inuyasha growled at them, still fuming.Kagome walked over tohim and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "Think of it this way. If you were still popular, -everybody- in the school would know about this!"
"That's small comfort," he said dryly, but he felt better now that Kagome was hugging him.
"But comfort nonetheless."
The doorbell rang and Sango's mother shouted down the stairs that all three of their parents had come to pick them up; unfortunately, the party was over.
"See you guys on Monday," Sango said, waving farewell to the three of them. "Bye-bye, Mr. Ballerina."
"I'll get you back at school," he said, making a very rude hand gesture in Sango's direction before she closed the door, laughing.
Every day was an eventful one when one had friends like that.
The phone was plugged in, this time. He was sitting on his desk, glaring at it. The girl had called again, going over a long list of plans. Everything was so basic; embarrass him, scare him, but don't actually hurt anyone and do any permanent damage. So very basic.
If Inuyasha was at that school, then he was going to make his -own- plans, and that stupid girl wouldn't be able to stop him.
"Sir?" the whimpering voice said, the figure it belonged to standing in the doorway. "Sir, I have Sesshoumaru's phone number, since you asked for it, and...um...yes, I have his phone number."
"Bring it here," he said, holding out his hand. His servant put the little slip of paper in his palm and he closed his fist over it, feeling it crinkle. "Good. I'm sure our Sesshoumaru will want to hear about the events that will soon be unfolding."
"Right, sir," the pathetic voice said. "I'll just be leaving now, sir."
"You do that."
Author's Note: To all you people who thought it was Sesshoumaru who was the Agency guy...ha! Sorry, I just had to throw in this lovely little plot twist.
Anyways. Thanks so much for all your reviews, and keep 'em coming! You're all so awesome. :P