A/N: I really am on a roll today. And I am very proud of myself. Anyways, more reviews! I fregin' heart you guys.Read!
Review Responses
Pointy-Eared Archer: First off, merci beaucoup for the review- it was very well-written. Actually the three reviews for this fic are pretty well-written, so it's good to know intelligent people have good opinions of my fic -D. But, anyway, I have to agree with you- I HATE Arwen. There's actually a very funny story- I was seeing The Return of the King in the theatre in December. When the wedding scene between Aragorn (hotness) and Arwen (iciness) came up, and the elves "unveiled" her, I screamed, "EWW PUT THAT THING BACK BEHIND ITS CURTAIN!" HALF THE AUDIENCE LAUGHED IT WAS A SCREAM. Hahaha.
Dragon Pearl1: Yeah, no? I think he's very pretty -D. Hee hee. Oh, yeah, I am going to include them- in fact, they're in this very chapter! I'm so gay. But, thanks for the compliment. I love the Shininchitai- they're scrumptious.
Sorry if my smiley-faces look like big retarded "D"s.
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Chapter Four
Do you know how many times that bastard called me that day?
Do you have any idea how many messages he left for me?
One-hundred and fifty. On my house and cell phone. In one day.
I stopped during the school day several times to consider how seriously fucked-up this guy was. I mean, a guy who told me I was hot and left a million messages saying how I'd better call him back, "or else I'll come to your house and take a gun and blow your brains out. But actually I prefer a slow kind of sadist sex, if that's okay. Okay gotta go call back bye." (Actually I kind of wanted to call him back and tell him that obviously he really didn't have to go because he didn't have a life and he kept calling me, Great Mother of all Holy Jesus Christ I was going to kill myself.)
That was what I was dealing with, I had said to myself that day. I didn't say anything to anyone because I kept telling myself that this guy wasn't a problem and that sooner or later he'd just give up.
Stupid me.
Anyway, after school I went to CVS to go buy my Dad some more cigarettes and maybe get some more Orange Crush. Now, I don't particularly like going to the CVS down near St. Midroko's. Actually I rather hate it. The first reason I have for not liking that particular CVS is that Kouga Kurasama works there. And that should be reason enough, but I have to explain to you about Kouga Kurasama.
Kouga is in the Sophomore grade at Shikon Public High, like me, except he's one year older than everyone else- the idiot failed Freshman year. I'd like to take a moment to let you reflect on what kind of moron fails Freshman year. Even kids like Kyoukotsu Shu, an extremely stupid world-champion hot dog eater, passed Freshman year. Ask yourself again: What kind of idiot fails Freshman year?
Kids who enjoy playing a lot of football, picking on other guy's girlfriends, and have really, really high black ponytails that are probably too tight, making them the pricks they are. Kouga is a complete asshole. He's a jerk, really- stupid as a rock, proud, cocky, moronic, bigmouthed, and two-faced. He acts like such a big fuckin' saint around Kagome but when she's gone he's "one of the guys." I mean, the shit he does at parties- he knows that Kagome ever saw him pull that crap, she'd be hesitant to talk to him. And, plus, she's my girlfriend, and he goes around calling her his "woman." There is no bigger way to say "HEY, I'm an asshole!" than to pull shit like that.
The second reason I don't like going to the CVS down by St. Midroko's is because it's way too overpriced. I mean, there's a CVS by my house where everything is much cheaper, but they don't sell cigarettes there so I have to go to the other one and often pay two or three dollars more.
And the third and final reason I don't like going to the CVS down by St. Midroko's is because it's down by St. Midroko's. And I really. Really. Do not. Like Catholic school kids.
But I had to go anyway. I walked inside, snorting in repulsion at the "futuristic" sliding doors. They had special doors at this CVS and they thought they were special or something for it. Feh. Special. "Special in a bad way," I muttered to myself, as I made my way over to the cigarette section.
I walked in and noticed a couple of girls with gray plaid skirts and white button-up shirts with navy blue vests standing at the cash register (which Kouga was not at today- whew). Their skirts were all hiked up way too high, and their tights were all way too easy to see through. But I guess that was the effect they were aiming for. They were all blondes, speaking with each other, except one girl behind them with a knee-length skirt and opaque tights. I glanced at her, and gasped. If not for the whole schoolgirl getup, I would've sworn she was Kagome with red lipgloss. I'm serious- this girl was the mirror image of my girlfriend. It was creepy. The only thing different about her was those eyes- cold and penetrating.
I shrugged and picked up a pack of Kool cigarettes, when she said, "You know they'll never sell that to you."
I looked over my shoulder and grimaced. "Oh? Yeah? You've tried to buy?"
She shrugged. "I'm only warning you. You might not really think I know, but I do."
"I'm sure Jesus told you," I replied, throwing it in a red basket I picked up off the floor.
"You don't have to be an intolerant asshole about it," she sneered.
"Look, girly," I said, holding up the package to her face, "tell Jesus to find me a discount on this shit. Then maybe I'll be a little more 'tolerant.'" She rolled her eyes and reached for a pack herself. I scowled. Bitch. In no way was she like my Kagome- this girl was not innocent and girlish. She was the opposite- tainted and womanly. I thought about how much they were different as I walked towards the drink isle.
I saw a figure standing in front of me, looking pensively at the many plastic liter-bottles of carbonated beverages. He was short, really short, with hair probably a quarter of his height, black and braided like a girl's. He was tanned and wore a scowl. Him and his friend behind him were wearing the St. Midroko guy uniform- gray slacks with navy blue ties and white button-up shirts.
Behind him was someone slightly taller than him but slightly shorter than me, with wavy, messy black hair tied up into a complicated loop at the back of his head. He was jabbering excitedly about nothing in particular. I raised an eyebrow. Something about his voice was familiar…I took an Orange Crush from the bottom rack in front of the short guy.
All of a sudden, the pointless chatter ceased. I heard someone go:
"Ouch, Jakotsu, why're you holding onto my shoulder like that?"
Wait.
Did he just say…
"Ban-chan! O-M-G, Ban-chan! Lookit, it's him, the one I was telling you about!"
My eyes shot wide open. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Shit. Feeling like Mission Impossible, I threw my bottle of Orange Crush into the basket, and, quite literally, tucked and rolled out of the isle-
But for a gay kid, this Jakotsu was strong. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt collar, and, before I could do anything in the way of fatally injuring him, drew me into the tightest hug I had ever received in my entire life. It was so disgustingly tight that I couldn't breath, partially because of his surprising strength, partially because of the smell of him- peachy shampoo and dog. I knocked him off me with all the strength I could muster up and thus forth sent him flying into the small rack of Doritos behind him. He landed in a massive heap of clumsy, twisted limbs and Catholic school uniform. "Jeez, you're cold," he said, rubbing the back of his head. He got up quickly, not bothering to fix the rack he just knocked over. He drew a deep breath in and exhaled, "Oh boy. Look at him, Bankotsu. He's perfect. Jeez."
"Perfect's hardly the word," this "Bankotsu" character said with a cocky smirk. I could've socked him in the face for that smirk. As you can tell, most people's smiles bother me. I don't know why. "Looks a little like a weakling."
"You shouldn't be talking, Shrimpy McSmalls," I snarled.
Jakotsu laughed lightheartedly. "Don't be so mean, to each other, you lesbian seagulls. But…" He lunged at me again, this time wrapping his arms tight around my neck. Sounding more than a little malicious, he whispered into my ear, "I've been waiting to see you again, Yashie…except a little more…privately."
I have to tell you now: any attempt Jakotsu makes to be seductive usually ends up in him knocking into something.
I pushed him off. "Get a life," I retorted, grimacing.
"Oh, don't be like that," he said to me, now rubbing his back. "We should get together and…uh,…what's the word," he thought. All of a sudden, he started cackling like mad, the laugh of a lunatic. "Boom-boom in the back room. HAHAHAH. No wait I've got a better one-"
"I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR SICK SAYINGS RIGHT NOW!" I yelled. My voice lowered to a menacing growl. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: fuck. Off. I am serious. I don't want anything to do with you!"
As I was picking up my basket and leaving, I heard a brief conversation between them:
"You want me to beat him up for you?"
"No, Ban-chan! He's just shhyyy. Besides if anyone's beating him it'll be me."
"Whatever…pick that thing up?"
"Tch, why should I?" An obnoxious laugh. "Cleaning is for squares. Besides, that's what they have a janitor for."
After dumping twenty dollars on the counter and telling the cashier to "keep the change," I walked outside and heaved a heavy sigh. Those were the most tense moments I had experienced since…I couldn't even remember. Perhaps there wasn't any moment as tense as that. But I could still feel my body tightened and shaky with anger and annoyance. He really agitated me. To an irrational extreme. I'm not just being funny. I really didn't like this guy.
I breathed slowly. I hoped I wouldn't have to run into him again- I prayed I wouldn't. I stood there at the crosswalk saying silently to any higher deity: "Oh, God, please don't make me have to deal with him again. I'll do anything. I'll be nice to Kouga. I'll ask before I use Sesshoumaru's cologne. I'll save the whales and stop pollution and find a cure for cancer if you just get rid of him. I don't care how. Let him get run over or something. Just get him out of my life."
Seemingly from out of nowhere, I heard: "Yashie! Yashie!"
I whipped myself around and was immediately drawn into a warm embrace, again smelling that peaches and dog smell. "Don't wear cologne next time- if I liked people smelling like women-filth, I'd date women-filth. Okay?" I stood there, staring blankly, as he ran back to the CVS down by St. Midroko's like some sort of crazy squirrel. He turned around at the door, and, cupping his hands over his mouth, screamed, "BYE YASHA!" A girl behind him knocked into him. He pushed her to the floor and told her to "keep away from me, bitch." He ran inside.
I just stood there, staring. I saw that girl who looked like Kagome snickering and waving. I flipped her off and walked across the street.
By that scenario, God had personally told me: "Hah hah. You imbosel. Screw you."
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Exhausted, I threw myself on the bed and again became enveloped in The Brothers Karazamov. My phone rang. I looked at the number: 17185601294. I shut the phone off; I didn't want to deal with him. Especially not him.
That night I had a dream. I had dream Kagome and Sango were tossing me into a pit full of snake bones, and then out of nowhere, Jakotsu popped up in the pit with me. "What're you doing here?" I asked. "Swimming," he replied, and swam, pulling me underneath the snake bone ocean with him. "Come on, Yasha, swim with me. It'll be fun. C'mon Yasha." I started screaming and yelling and flailing around, but Kagome and Sango just laughed. And I didn't think it was very funny. I really didn't.
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A/N: This chapter was sort of weird to write. I don't know why, it just was. It also seems weird that I update, like, every second. I seem like I have no life. Truth be told, I had no homework today, and don't really have a life. Lesbian seagull…
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