A/N: WOW, I got alot of reviews! Like frickin' seriously, six new reviews (because I am so fucking cool)…and that's a lot, at least for me. And of course I am planning on responding to every one of them. Because, I love you all so very much and I think we should all get married. Enough of that. Okay, onto review responses!

Review Responses

Pointy-Eared Archer (who should get married to me, hah) If they change Jakotsu's dialogue towards Inuyasha (sizzle), that'd screw everything up…HAHA imagine if they changed it so that he showed interest in, like, Kagome (whose voice also annoys me, yet it fits her) or something. HAHAHA. Anyway, yeah, they did do the whole-woman-man-hermaphrodite thing in a couple of other popular anime shows…namely Sailor Moon, and I remember that because when I was real little I used to love that show. It's a pretty nice show. Smile. All-out hatred is bad, we should all be hippies and love each other! Thanks for following the story, lover of mine. The constant support is always appreciated, and I heart you too. Grin.

Kitty Bun Bun: Yay! Jakotsu is the best. Period. Thanks for the compliment. Anyway, I'm not sick of InuyashaXKagome stories, per se (they're a cute couple, you gotta admit), I'm just sick of the same clichés over and over. So, yeah- thank you for reviewing and much love.

Actrivi: Yeah, I practically have no life- I update, like, every fucking day. Haha. But, I've never actually been to a cosplay thing…however, huffah! Go as Jakotsu! He's da best ever. And I'm glad to see someone likes me (haha), and, yes, you shall be my 'unofficial-reveiwer-to-author-penpal type thing'! Welcomed, of course. But don't read my other fics, they suck huge ass. I'll also list the songs, because music is to be shared, I'll do it at the end of this chapter. Smile. Hehe, foreign languages…you clever thing. I don't know any languages except European languages, though…so, byes!

Im.A.Hottie: Thanks for the compliment (on the story)! As for the other thing- honey, I'd be scared if you didn't say anything. Haha.Actually, I consider myself pretty normal.SO, enjoy the rest of this!

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Chapter Nine

It was a week from then, now a Sunday, and man oh man was I feeling good. Mainly because I didn't have to go to Church. My mother, a devout Christian, went to Church every Sunday, and usually took me with her. God'll probably thwart me even more than he already has for this, but Church is the most boring fiasco in the world. You sit there and sit and stand and kneel, and even though everyone around you knows their prayers by heart, nobody knows what they mean. It's this big congregation of contradictions that nobody questions because it's been in progress for hundreds of years. My mother only stopped dragging me along this year, because my father finally convinced her that I was becoming a "mature adult, capable of making my own decisions." I don't know how he thought that one up, but I'll thank him forever for it.

It was ten 'o' clock in the morning- the time my mother goes to Mass. She usually stays a bit after, to help with charities and stuff, so I had time to myself. I swung into the kitchen to grab a banana, where Sesshoumaru was sitting at the kitchen table, reading something. "What's got you so involved?" I asked, peeling my banana while craning my neck to see what he was reading.

"The news. Something brutish animals such as yourself wouldn't have the capacity to absorb, so don't bother," he replied, not taking his eyes off the paper.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, retard. I can't see why you're so interested in that shit- none of it applies to you. It's not like you'll grow up to be on public relations, anyway."

"I'm already grown-up, Little Brother," Sesshoumaru said, flipping the page. "It's a process most undergo around your age. That is, except for you."

I grunted something I can't remember and went into the living room to watch TV. Our TV is on the left wall- it's a wall TV. It's pretty big, considering most people have those box-like bulky retro televisions. Just after I had situated myself very comfortably on the couch, the phone rang. As if I didn't have anything to do other than answer a stupid phone. Straining myself to reach the phone from the comfortable position I was in, I picked it up. "Yeah. Hello."

"Is this Yashie?"

Great. Just fucking great. "Yea. Whaddya want now?"

"You're not too happy today," he replied, with a girlish giggle. He really liked other people's misery, didn't he? "Uhmm…"

"Well? Spit it out," I barked into the phone, far too impatient to deal with the likes of him right now.

"Uhh I need a ride," he said flatly.

I sat up, looking around me for something else to say. "Uhh…okay."

"'Cause I need to be someplace at, like, eleven thirty," Jakotsu said, without the slightest concern for what I was doing at the moment. "I need to be at the movies with Ban. And stupid bald Renkotsu just had to go to stupid Church. I don't see why he does it, he's goin' to Hell, anyway. Stupid, stupid-"

"Get to the point," I replied, cutting him short one more insult.

"-So I need a ride." Somehow noticing I was not pleased with this interruption on his behalf, he quickly added, in a sticky-sweet "I-get-what-I-want-if-you-want-it" tone, "If you don't mind, Yasha."

I paused. Well, I had nothing better to do, right? It was better than vegging out here alone, and possibly having to deal with my brother, right? I sighed heavily. "Whatever," I said. "Just don't bring any food. You bring food or anything messy into my car, I will slap you seven days from Sunday. You got that?"

"Really, Yashie?" he squealed. "Yay! Y'know, I like spending time with you. I dunno why. Probably 'cause you're so damn hot."

"Yea yea yea," I grunted. "This isn't some wild attempt to rape me, is it, you sick freak!"

He laughed on the other line. "Naw, Yashie- I'll try that later. Right now I just need a ride."

I paused, before saying: "You're…sick. Okay, should I pick you up or…" I winced at saying that- I sounded like I was going on a date with him, for Christ's sake!

"I can walk over to your house," he said, too cheerily for comfort. His voice dropped to a lower tone. "Or, you could come over to my place, and we can just forget about Banko-"

"Bye Jakotsu!" I said quickly, and slammed down the phone. Fucking freak…I was now thoroughly convinced that, and I might've said this before, God hated me. Sighing to myself and feeling sorry that I was such a pushover, I called into the kitchen, loudly in order to irritate that excuse for a brother I have:

"SESSHOUMARU! I'M GOING SOMEWHERE OKAY!"

"Would you be quiet about it!" he called from the kitchen table. His annoyed tone made me snicker. "I could give less of a care where you're going, you obnoxious little runt. As long as you're not bothering me about it."

"THANKS A BUNCH, FAVORITE BROTHER!" I screamed, enjoying this all too much. It was one of the things I lived for. "AND TELL MOM, WOULD YA?"

"I would advise that you be quiet!" he exploded.

"SURE THING!" I replied. Before he could further the conversation, I got my jacket and opened the door. I sat on the stoop, waiting for Jakotsu. Looking around, you can tell that the neighborhood I live in is one of those preppy, yuppie American family-type neighborhoods. Not rich, exactly- more like privileged. If you go to Shikon Public High, you can discern the difference between "rich" and "privileged." And it's a pretty big difference.

A familiar figure was walking toward my house, from across the street- Jakotsu. Again, even in the biting cold, he wasn't wearing a jacket- that was the first thing I noticed. He was wearing a sky blue hoodie for a shirt, a screen hoodie with the Jetsons on it. His jeans were tight, but not too tight as for people to actually suspect he was gay. For a gay kid, he dressed pretty normal.

"Where's your jacket?" I called as he ran across the street.

"Jackets are for squares," he replied, running quicker towards me. Of course- anything conventional, to him, was for squares. His face now came into full view, and he was grinning. "You've been waiting for me?"

"Don't flatter yourself," I grunted, getting up and reaching into my jacket pocket for the car keys. Dad had gone with Mom to Church in the black Buic, so I had the minivan to myself. Oh the joy. I clicked the car open and got into the driver's seat.

"Seatbelt yourself," I demanded. There are three rules in my car: 1) I choose the music. 2) No messes. 3) Seatbelts are required. I couldn't have more trouble than needed- I chose not to get arrested, me already being an under-aged driver as it were.

"Seatbelts are lesbian," he whined, folding his arms.

"Seatbelt, Jakotsu. I'm not moving unless you fucking seatbelt yourself."

He sighed, and rolled his eyes, proceeding to- very reluctantly- buckle up. I rolled my eyes at the way he made a big show of it when he was irritated. He was such a goddamn kid about everything.

We weren't half a minute down the road before he started being annoying. "Soooo Yasha, what were you doing before I called?"

"None of your damn business," I said.

"Was it private?" he asked, poking me.

"No! Why the Hell are you interested anyhow!" I exclaimed. "Don't poke me, idiot- I'm driving. And if I get into an accident, you're paying for the damage."

"Oh, you're no fun," he said. "You never take any risks."

"I do too," I protested. All of a sudden, with a maniac grin, he lunged toward me, grabbing hold of the wheel and turning it to the left, causing the car to move towards the next lane. I panicked, punching him in the arm and swerving to the right, narrowly avoiding a girl in a green Volkswagen Beetle. I looked towards him, and, in a Three Stooges fashion, smacked him right hard on the back of the head. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"

"Owch! You're mean!" he said. He sighed again, looking immensely proud of himself. "I told you so- you don't take risks. You panicked. You're cute but you're uptight. I could change that, though-"

"NO THANKS!" I exclaimed. "Pull one more stunt like that, and, I swear, you're out of this car. And I won't even slow down to do it."

"Uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight," he started to chant, like it was some boy scout anthem. I ignored him, listening to his little rant of "uptight"- he'd change tones sometimes, going from shrieking high to bass low, changing the melody from Jesus Loves Me to The Star Spangled Banner, changing accents. You really had to hear it to believe it.

"Alright, it's not funny," I snapped, making a right at some incoherent intersection.

He didn't respond, instead changing the tune from Amazing Grace to Mary Had a Little Lamb. "Inuyasha is uptight, is uptight, is uptight!" he shrieked, "Inuyasha is uptight and everybody knows it-"

"Okay, stop," I said, "I get it."

Instead of listening to me, he paused and grinned, opening his mouth to sing, to God Bless America, "Inuyasha Miyazaki/ Is really uptight/ God help him/ He's so bad-tempered/ Even though he is really hot-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I screamed, and sent him into his own little fit of hysterics. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, laugh it up now- someday it's not gonna be funny."

"Aw, Yasha, you're so funny," he said, through laughter.

"I'm sure, Jakotsu, I am so sure," I grunted.

He sighed. "Well, if you're not happy with my music, we should turn on the radio!" he said. He pushed the power button- W6.7 FM, the pop station, turned on to Mario's Let Me Love You.

"Ugh," he grunted, sinking sulkily into his seat.

"What? I thought this was the kind of shit gay guys liked," I pointed out. "The sappy kind of stuff."

He shrugged. "I guess I'm not into this kind of 'I-love-you-more-than-life-itself' stuff…it's insincere. I don't love anything more than life. I don't think anyone does."

"I thought gay guys were into love," I retorted.

"I'm not," he said. He stuck out his tongue. "Takes too much effort. Now, I'm more into-" he ran his tongue over his mouth- "lust." He laughed maniacally. His voice dropped down to a lower, more serious tone, still in his feminine, gentle voice. "But…I don't want all that commitment stuff. I'm just looking for someone I can have fun with. I guess that's why I like you. I dunno."

I shrugged. Uncomfortable topic…if anything more uncomfortable than talking about love, it was talking about the future. Both the future and love were favorite topics of some of the people I associated with daily. He changed the radio station- Personal Jesus blared into the car.

"This is good makeout music," he commented, in that weird preoccupied tone he talked in when trying to start up a conversation.

I stared at him and grunted, "You're insane. You are really the most messed up person I know."

"Well, I know that," he replied, like it was common knowledge. He changed the radio station, obviously not satisfied even with the stuff he liked. I watched him change the channels restlessly.

"Jesus, you're so inconsistent!" I exclaimed, knocking his hand away from the control pad. I sighed, stopping at the red light. I rubbed my temples- so fucking annoying.

Cautiously, he changed the radio to CD mode.

Oh no.

His CD came blasting into earshot I closed my eyes. He'd never let me live this down.

"Well, well, well," he said, slowly. "My CD!"

"Don't get all smug about it you stupid faggot!" I burst out, keeping my eyes steadily away from him and on the road.

"I like this song," he said, turning it up. He looked at me. "Do you like it?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"The CD," he repeated. "Do you like it?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, it's okay. It's just…"

"Just what?" he urged.

"I don't know," I replied. He shrugged it off, and for a couple of moments, we sat there in total silence. He drummed his fingers on the dashboard; I made a couple of right turns.

"Hey, Yasha," he asked cautiously, breaking the silence, "Did I tell you where we were going?"

I paused, blinked for a second. Idiot. I'd been taking this for no reason, just driving around pointlessly and having to listen to him? If there was anything I hated more than his annoyingness, it was his pointlessness. I sighed. "No. You didn't."

"Yay! I got to spend extra time with you!" he squealed, feeling the exact opposite about the situation. "You see, things work out okay, right?"

"Shut up and tell me where we're going," I replied. I was in a foul mood.

"It's the plaza in Douglaston," he said. He stretched his arms out, in a vague attempt to make me visualize what he was talking about. "Y'know, the one with the Toys R Us and the big Macy's or J.C. Penny's or whatever that big department store is? With the theatre on the bottom? You know, Yasha, you've got the cutest angry face- you seem angry but it's a dead giveaway to your real feelings."

I stayed silent. I was angry- maybe not as much as I liked him to think, but I still was angry. So what was all this "real feelings" shit he was talking about? I changed the song.

"Children are innocent, and/ Teenagers are fucked-up-in-the-head/ Adults are even more fucked-up/ And elderlies are like children."

That whole verse was true in its own right, I decided, as I made a u-turn and headed towards the plaza.

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I stopped in front of the movie theater, letting him out on the side. "Thank you for the ride Yasha," he said, politely.

"Whatever," I answered, watching him fix up his hair into a loop.

He got out of the car, and just as I was about to drive off and go back home, he turned to me, hands folded, smiling sweetly.

"My folks wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with us," he said.

I blinked. "Uhmm, they know me?"

"They just wanted to know that. I don't know why," he replied. He got all excited again. "Anyway. Thanks for the ride, Yashie!" After waving, he ran into the movie theater, glass door slamming behind him.

I sat there for a while. Dinner with his "folks?" The very people that raised that monster? Why would they want me to come to dinner? Even more important, how the hell did they know I existed? The questions plagued my mind as I sat there in flat confusion.

Someone behind me honked their horn, long and hard. "C'mon, you idiot! I can't believe this guy! Other people are driving, too!"

I shifted gears and gave the world my middle finger as I sped off back towards my safe haven which was not very safe at all.

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A/N: Alright, that's it! I'll update tomorrow, I guess- again, I have no life. Now go away. Haahahahahahhaa. The songs, in order of mention, are:

1) Up the Neck- The Pretenders (it's a hot song, really)

2) Bullet With Butterfly Wings- Smashing Pumpkins

3) Boys Don't Cry- The Cure

4) Pets- Porno For Pyros

Bye-bye lovers!