A/N: Omg omg omg! Hi. I was really excited today because I got my first review so yeah. It was really nice.

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ACTRIVI: Oh my Gawd, I know- I've checked almost every site and the Jakotsu/Inuyasha fics that are really good get discontinued all the time. Pout. But, aside from that, MUCHO thanks for the interview, love- yeah, it does suck being human. I hate eating. It makes me feel yucky. And thank you for saying it was good D.

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Chapter Three

"When's Dad getting home, Ma?" I asked my mother, who was making fried chicken. Fried chicken is my favorite- I guess that's why she makes it. She could never really find out what Sesshoumaru's favorite is because she's scared of him.

She sighed as she rolled a chicken leg in bread crumbs. The chicken was still raw, but it still looked good. Sesshoumaru says that my stomach is as undignified as my brain. "Ah, I don't really know, sweetie. Give your mom a hand and stir those mashed potatoes?"

I groaned, getting a spoon out from the kitchenware cabinet directly right from the sink. "Can't Sesshoumaru do it?"

She laughed nervously and I turned around and saw the frightened look on her face- this fake, nervous, sad smile that made her wrinkles show. I hated it when those wrinkles showed. "Sweetie, Sesshoumaru is…busy. Just be a dear and help me, alright?"

That just proves my point that she's afraid of him.

I didn't push it any further. I grumbled and searched the refrigerator for butter. "Ma? Where's the butter?" I asked, slamming the fridge door shut.

"I already put some in, hun," she hummed, preoccupied with her chicken.

"You never put enough in," I snapped, raiding the fridge some more.

I could hear her tired sigh. I immediately felt guilt overtake me. "Check in the back of the fridge."

Now any normal kid would've hugged her to make her feel better- but Inuyasha Miyazaki is just not the hugging type. I just bluntly said, "It's not that bad, it's just that me and Dad like a lot of butter. Don't be all depressed about it. Jeez. We're just future diabetics."

"Thanks, Inu," she replied.

I opened my mouth, about to say "Whatever," when the phone rang again. I didn't suspect it was that lunatic, because it was some ten hours after he'd called last. But I suspected wrong. I went into the living room to pick it up. "Miyazaki place, Inuyasha speaking."

"Yasha!" came a fan girl squeal on the other end.

I groaned. "What do you want from me?" I asked, agitated. I knew it was him- Kagome is the only other one who calls me that, and, quite frankly, no one is really ever that excited to hear me. Aside from this guy, I mean.

He thought for a minute. "Well, first of, some really dirty, kinky sex-"

"Forget it," I snapped. "Why the hell are you calling me?"

"Why not? Let's talk," he said, gently. I rolled my eyes.

"No thanks, Ja…" I searched for the name. Jack? Jackie? James? "Whatever your name is," was my solution.

"Ja-kot-su," he replied. "Himekawa."

"I'm sure it is," I said. "Could you leave me alone for now? I gotta finish helping my mom cook-"

"Ooh, whatchya cookin'?" he asked, too interested for his own good.

I sighed, over-exaggeratedly and loudly. He didn't get offended. "Fried chicken. And mashed potatoes. I dunno. Redneck food." I sounded awkward talking to him about regular stuff. The only way I could talk to him and not sound awkward is when I was yelling at him, I'd found out from our brief conversations. He made me uncomfortable. But he'd stop bothering me sooner or later.

"Cooking is sexy," Ja-kot-su said into the phone, like it was something he said every day, in that bored, preoccupied tone. Were he materialized in front of me, I would have smacked him. But, alas, he was too far away. So I got no violent satisfaction.

"Whatever."

"Cut yourself with something, okay?"

"What?"

"I dunno. I like blood."

With that comment, I realized that this guy was a freak. I swallowed silently. Okay, Inuyasha Miyazaki, get yourself out of this situation fast. Hang up the phone. Don't pick up next time. A real, genuine freak- not the normal kind of punk-freak. The real kind. "You're fucked-up in the head, you know that!" I cried, bluntly. "I gotta go. Don't call again, you freak! I mean it! I'll call the police next time you call me. I swear I will-"

"Aw, you're no fun," the other line said, all pouty-like. "Alright, Yashie, bye 'til next time."

"I am NOT your Yashie! And there will be no 'next time!'" I yelled into the phone.

"You're just shy," he replied cheerily. "Bye bye!"

Flustered, I muttered, "Whatever," and hung the phone up.

"Who was that, hunny?" my mom called from the kitchen.

I walked in. She was now frying string beans in the cast iron frying pan that my father had bought her for her last birthday. He said that people cook better with cast iron, even though it's really heavy. Something about minerals bringing out flavor. I dunno. "Just some person. It was the wrong number," I lied. I stood in the doorway. "Is there anything for me to do?"

"Nope," she answered, wiping her hands on a kitchen rag that hung on the stove handle. "I finished the mashed potatoes while you were on the phone. Thank you, sweetie."

I nodded. My mom acts kind of like Kagome, but they're different. My mom's actions are more subtle, her voice calmer and deeper. She has this way of moving around that's graceful and natural so it reminds you of a real mom. Kagome's voice is high-pitched and girly and feminine and so filled with love you can never expect anything bad from her.

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"Kagome, which one do you want!"

"Ooh, I don't even know- all of these are so cuuute! I guess one of these two…"

"Oh my God, I agree, but I especially like the purple one. Choose the one you like best."

"I don't know, I can't decide," Kagome Higurashi, who, of course, can't decide, replied. She looked particularly pretty today- tight, dark blue jeans and a black tank top that said, "Tell Your Boyfriend to Stop Calling Me" on it in white letters, both of which Inuyasha Miyazaki would have liked to help her take off. Oh well. "Which do you say, Inuyasha?" she asked, holding up two identical blue cotton shirts with pink sashes tied somewhere around the waist.

"I say, 'Don't shove shit in my face,'" I grumbled, pushing them out of my view. "Besides, what's the difference? They look exactly the same to me."

"Oh, shut up Inuyasha, you stubborn brat!" Kagome snapped, loudly. Even though I really can't stand how annoying and womanly she could be, it was a good sign that she was yelling at me; that therapy had done wonders for her. A few months ago she wouldn't even say anything when I talked to her.

Sango, the girl beside her, herbest friend,laughed, her athletic shoulders shaking. "Kagome, he's just tired. You know Inuyasha. He doesn't shop too often."

"Well, he doesn't have to be such a moron about it," Kagome said, smiling a little bit. I snorted.

"Feh. Real nice way to treat someone, Kag," I said sulkily.

Kagome frowned, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, you can't complain! You treat people like that all the time!" I stuck my tongue out at her, and she returned the gesture with a raspberry.

"You two are so cute," Sango giggled as I wiped the spit off Kagome and tackled her against a store window. She sighed. "Makes me kind of wish Miroku was different…"

Kagome yanked my shirt collar and pushed me into a fake plant. "You and Miroku just have a different relationship with each other," she pointed out with an optimistic smile. "My therapist told me that people deal with each other differently according to how deep they are connected. At least you don't have to deal with a stubborn pig all day!"

"Oh, I'll show you pig, you little-" The muffled sound of Green Day's Warning came from someone's bag or purse or pocket. I reached into the cell phone holder on my back pocket, retrieving my cell phone and looking at the caller ID:

Private

17185601294

"Who is it?" Sango asked. "Is it Miroku! Because that shitface has been avoiding me ever since-"

"Can it, Sango," I replied, cautiously lifting the cover. It better not be who I thought it was…

"Yeah?"

"Hi," came the familiar voice on the other line. Shit. It is- was- him…I grunted. "Whassamatter? Not too happy to hear from me?"

"Quite frankly, no," I grumbled. "How the Hell did you get my cell phone number! What is with you! I thought I told you not to call me again!"

A giggle. I grated my teeth together. "Well, I called your house and you weren't picking up. So. I kept calling until your hot-sounding brother picked up, and then I asked where you were, and he gave me your cell number." He paused. "Soooo how are you?"

My teeth were going to shatter in a matter of seconds. My "brother"…That bastard…I'd kill him when I got home… "I'm with my girlfriend."

"Tch. Figures. Why do you hang around that kind of filth?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about but I've gotta go bye-"

"Wait! Yasha!"

"Gotta go bye!" Clumsily, I hit the END button on the phone and stuffed it in its holder.

"Who was that?" Kagome asked.

"Kouga," I said. Jeez- lying again. I don't know why I didn't come out and just say, "That weird freak I met at your psychiatrist, ya fucked-up sentimental bitch." I should've. But I didn't. "He wants some uh homework."

Kagome frowned. "You shouldn't be so mean to Kouga. He might have a crush on me, but you shouldn't be so mean to him."

Sango nodded as we approached the food court, a round area decorated with flashy neon signs that were just begging for you to stop by and try some of their sickeningly perfect, greasy delicacies. "He's a nice guy, it's just-"

My phone rang again. As said before, I should have just not picked up. I have no explanation as to why I did keep picking up. I guess I shouldn't really blame Jakotsu for everything that happened because I brought everything on myself.

I didn't even say "Hello" this time. I knew it was him.

"What do girls have that I don't?" he asked, to no one in particular. "I mean I'm better-looking than any girl and I'm nicer too. Like, it doesn't make sense that-"

I hung up the phone and turned it off, holding onto the END button for about half a minute before finally convincing myself that, yes, he would not call again because, yes, the power was off, and got it out of my sight. I smirked to myself- the first really good decision I'd made in days. Feeling really good about myself, I caught up to Kagome and Sango.

Before I opened my mouth to lie about who it really was, Kagome bonked me straight on the head.

"You've got some nerve, Inuyasha Miyazaki! To just hang up on someone like that! I should make you call back and apologize."

I sighed. Good- one less lie, one less thing to tell the priest.

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A/N: This chapter wasn't as good as the others, kind of rambling and boring. Uhmm,…the reason that there's not really any JakotsuXInuyasha action happening is 'cause I have to "foreshadow" Inuyasha's relationships with the other characters or something like that.

Listening to 40 Oz. To Freedom. Really, really good CD- seriously, it's great. Alright, tah-tah! Review, even if it's bad- I want to know your opinions. Seriously. No shitting. I love you guys (cough can anyone say "kiss ass?" haha cough).