A/N: Someone told me today it was St. Patrick's Day and I started cracking up. I don't know why.

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Pointy-Eared Archer: Yeah, he seems like a dickwad…but it's from Inuyasha's point of view, so that's how he'll seem. But, yeah, I like him better when he's not kissing Kagome's ass. And,also, exactly- swearing guys turn me on. Grin. The characterization's only good 'cause I watch the show more than is healthy. Haha. Kidding. I actually can't watch it because I have to go to bed at ten and stuff. So yeah. Merci beaucoup for the review, love, and for the constant support- mucho appreciated.

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Chapter Six

We walked in the chill some feet apart from each other, him ahead and me behind. I shivered just looking at him- no jacket or nothing. Just that stupid t-shirt. I was happy for once that I had my jacket with me- usually I found it an annoyance. But looking at Jakotsu, I figured I was much better off. His cheeks were tinged a pink that made him look like he had rosacea and he was shivering.

I walked slowly, kind of wishing he's sort of forget about me and try to have a race with a pigeon and get run over by a car. That was just me, though. I looked up from the cement, realizing my dreams would never work out. "Where the hell are we going?"

"I dunno…where is there to go around here?" he asked. As if I knew- that idiot. I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets, looking up at the buildings.

The city we live in is called Bayside, obviously because it's by the side of the bay. Side of the bay Bayside. Well, you get it. Anyway, it's not all that great of a place. Not like it's bad or anything but it's kind of boring. The only place to go is the marina, and it's damn cold during the fall. No way was he going to drag me around in the cold. If he thought that, he had another thing coming.

"Let's go eat," I suggested, wanting to get out of this as fast as I could, seeing as I had a shitload of homework.

"Hate eating," he replied airily. "Makes me feel yucky."

I growled at him. Wrong thing to do. "Well, you're NOT helping!"

He giggled. "You're sexy when you're all angry like that."

I blinked slowly, for a second. I then sighed angrily. "I will never have a serious conversation with you."

"Well, it's not like you've ever tried," he pointed out, looking around at the various stores. He looked back at me, grinning. "Go on, try! I'm smarter than I look, Yasshaaa."

I rolled my eyes and searched for something to talk about. I smiled, feeling victorious. "Alright, fine then, you bastard! Let's talk about school!"

A long pause ensued. It only seemed even more silent when the wind blew through the trees. "Well!"

He sighed. "Don't like school. I'm failing everything- hey, Yasha, you wanna go eat?"

Now, if I had had a weapon on me, preferably a very large and powerful gun, I would've blown his brains out. I would have shot him straight to holy Hell. But I didn't. So instead, I settled for my scowl. I could feel my eye twitching. His…personality…irritated me to no end. I would never learn to like this guy.

"Hey, Yasha, why's your eye twitching like that?" he asked me.

"Because you. Are. An. IDIOT!" I screamed. Some little girl snickered and pointed. Her blonde, flippy-haired mother ushered her away as I stuck my tongue out at her. During the months that would follow, I would discover that I really, really did not like little girls at all.

"Oh, Yasha, don't be like that," he said with a small, cheery laugh, too cheery for my liking, "you'll learn to like me. Sooner or later. Let's get Chinese or something."

"I will never like you, ya dirty stalker," I snarled. "And I hate Chinese. Choose something else."

He paused for a bit, pointer finger held up to his chin as if in deep thought, eyes looking up to the sky. "Uhmm, McDonald's?" I grunted- that was enough response for him. "Taiwanese?" he suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "The hell you'll make me eat that shit. They keep the heads on fish, for God's sake."

He sighed. "Well, then, how about…" He sparked up, smiling. "Mongolian?" I grunted again. "Spanish? Filipino? Or how about some French…French food is good. Hmm…" I don't know where he got the idea that Bayside held a wide variety of exotic restaurants- the only thing slightly exotic about Bayside is those futuristic doors at the St. Midroko's CVS. That and the Korean bar/grill near Staples.

He continued to list food choices while I looked at nothing in particular, listening to the droning of his pointless chatter. I thought about Kagome and my stupid brother and what it would look like if Kouga and Kagome had kids…shuddering at this horribly gruesome idea, I shook my head. I suddenly came back to earth as he was saying, "Arby's? Sonic? Quizno's?"

"Arby's," I muttered, quickly.

"What?"

"Arby's."

"Okey-dokey, lemon pokey!"

"Never do that again."

"Oh don't be like that. C'mon, Yashie, let's go!"

Arby's wasn't too far from where we were, thank the Gods. I would have hated walking with him more than I needed to.

After some trouble with the takeout woman's accent (her saying, "What sauce?" and him screaming, "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT ANY SIDES, WOMAN! GAWDS!") and me taking over, we emerged from Arby's with curly fries and some disgusting processed chicken.

"Let's go to Tiger Schulmann's and watch the karate kids!" he exclaimed, bubbling over with excitement. Before I could tell him how retarded he was, he death-gripped me by the wrist and started to bolt towards the Tiger Schulmann's near my house.

I knew where it was because I used to go there when I was little- you tell anyone, I will kill you. But it's true- that's where I first met Kouga. We fought so much until it got to the point that I got kicked out for "causing disturbances amongst the students." Tch. To hell with that- that Sensei Toutousai could've just stuck his lessons up his old, wrinkly wazoo for all I cared. Anyway, situating ourselves right in front of the front window, he sat us down and started to eat.

I couldn't believe him. I mean, we weren't allowed to- really, it wasn't…I scowled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I do this all the time," he said, popping a curly fry into his mouth. His eyes widening, he seized my wrist and pointed to the window, almost gagging on his fry. I pulled him off me.

"What?" I grumbled, looking over. An instructor entered the room, and all the little kids bowed, like we were in Japan or something. I hated all this karate bullshit- it was so fake and so beside the point. The sensei was a tall, pale guy with shaggy, long black hair and blue eyes. "So? What's your point?"

"He's the only hot instructor there," Jakotsu replied. "My, my, he's hot…I'd really like to rough him up…" He went into his insane cackle as he shoveled more curly fries into his big trap.

"What is wrong with you!" I exclaimed.

He started to laugh again. "There's nothing really wrong with me. I don't think so."

I paused, and said, my voice muffled from the chicken in it, "So you do this a lot?" I dipped my chicken in more barbecue sauce and continued to eat.

"Yeah, but it's funner now," he replied, watching the kids do various exercises. He never looked at me when he talked- just always kept his eyes on the kids, to see if they were doing anything worth laughing at.

"Oh myah? Why's that?" I grunted.

He smiled, sincerely. "'Cause you don't let me do whatever I want. Usually I go with Bankotsu and he always seems like he has no opinion about what I do. It's good to have a nice, cute guy who's challengi- HAHA, look at those kids! they're such squares! HAHAH!" Obviously a kid saw him laughing his head off- a few moments later, the sensei came out and told us to get out.

He was still laughing as he walked away, almost tearing with laughter. "Oh, that was too rich," he said, breathless. "Well, Yasha, what d'ya wanna do next?"

"I gotta go home," I replied. He pouted.

"Aw, come on, the fun's only just begun-" he started to say, pulling on my jacket sleeve.

I shook my head, pushing him off. "No, I gotta go home. I have stuff to do. Homework. Just shit to do."

He sighed, over-exaggeratedly. "Alright…"

I kind of felt bad. But more of me felt relieved that this was going to end today- actually, I was ecstatic. Finally ridding myself of him would give me a lot more time to think about more meaningful things. Like exams. And college. And my girlfriend.

We reached my house- the front lawn hadn't been raked. That would probably be my job…I rolled my eyes at the thought. My house is big- it's got a huge front lawn and a walkway surrounded by these real tall hedges…it's brick, and the windows are these Monticello-style white ones. It's big, but in a way that's pretty average for the kids who go to school around here.

I walked up to my front door, him in tow. I took out my keys and turned around. "Okay, bye."

"See you!" he replied.

"No, don't you remember- you promised to stop bothering me," I answered, opening the door. The smell of cooked something-or-other exploded from inside.

"Oh, yeah." This time he didn't pout, and he didn't whine. He just let out this cracked, tired smile. For some reason it made me feel guilty. "Uhmm, well bye forever."

"Yeah, bye," I said, my want to get rid of him overcoming my previous guilt. I walked inside and shut the door behind me. "Ma, I'm home!" I called to the kitchen. I knew she was there- always was. So predictable.

She came out, wiping her hands free of grease with a green kitchen rag. "Oh, honey! Where were you? You're two hours late-"

"I was staying after school," I lied, hurriedly. If I answered too late, my conscience might take me over. "What time is it?"

"Four thirty-seven," she replied, glancing at a clock. "Well, as long as you were in school, it's alright."

I paused guiltily. "Uhmm. Yeah." I hung up my coat on the coat rack in the living room. Through the large bay window by the window seat, I could see Jakotsu still looking up at my house. Hesitantly, he walked away.

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Seven twenty-six and I still hadn't finished. Usually I'm done with my homework by five 'o' clock. "Well, usually I'm not off gallivanting with fags and getting punishment assignments," I grumbled, irritated, shifting over to my Spanish homework.

I jumped when the phone rang. "Sesshoumaru! Pick that up!"

"I'm busy," was the calm reply from the other room.

I rolled my eyes. Busy doing what, checking his inventory of cologne to see if I'd used any? I got up, huffing like a madman, and picked up the phone on the end table in the hall. "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Oh, Yasha! I know I promised but I just can't do it, I can't forget about you for some reason…I just wanna be your friend I won't stalk you, please don't make me stay away from you…I promised but I uhmm lied…Yasha you've gotta understand, after today I just want to be your friend…I don't know…please, Yasha, please let me talk to you again!"

Flustered by the hysterical sobs and tornado of torn words, I was silent. He sobbed and cried and talked into the phone some more, while I just stood there. "Okay, okay, just…just stop crying,…" I stammered.

"Oh-okay…" he said, voice shaking. He sounded like a scared little kid on his first day of school.

"Okay, now what were you saying?" I asked.

He started to cry again. "CALM THE HELL DOWN!" I yelled into the phone. "JESUS, JUST SPEAK SLOWLY!"

He sniffled. "Look…I know I promised and stuff…but I like you a lot Yashie…and I wanna be friends…well actually I want to fuck you, hard, but I can uhmm compromise…Yasha…, can you please talk to me again? I just like you a lot, Yash-"

I scrunched up my nose, confused- why did this kid like me so much? Who in their right mind could like someone that much as to cry over it? I mean, what was his reason? "Okay…okay…but just…" I paused. Saying "okay" wasn't the best thing to do,…but it would get him off my back. And I was confident that he'd forget all about me if exposed to piles upon piles of pictures of Brad Pitt, so it didn't seem too dumb. "Give me the reason."

"The what?" he sniffled into the phone.

"The reason," I answered, staring up at my ceiling, homework not done and time wasted. "I mean, like, why the hell you like me so much."

He paused. "I dunno. I just do. I don't have a reason."

Silence. There had to be a reason…but I was too tired to figure that out at the moment. "Alright then. Goodnight, Jakotsu."

"'Night, Yashie," he said, trailing off. I hung up the phone, and sighed.

I felt like screaming from frustration, but nothing ever came out.

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A/N: Jakotsu's crazy. Mahahaa. And Inuyasha's hot. And I guess I should shut up. So, bye! And review, if you're kind- creative criticism, good stuff, bad stuff, I don't care. Whatever. Bye.

P.S.: Has anyone ever seen those Tiger Schulmann's kids doing karate in the display window? I mean, they work hard, and they're pretty good, but I find it hysterical- maybe it's just me. I dunno. Anyway, Happy St. Patrick's Day...