Prince Charming

Sometimes we need to overlook what we think to be the most likely choice, and follow our heart

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or themes associated with Inuyasha. Too bad, though...

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Grabbing a handful of potato chips absentmindedly from the blue bowl beside him, and soon shoving them into his mouth, the young boy completed this action without ever moving his eyes away from the television screen. Chewing the food, his chocolate eyes followed the characters on the small screen, growing every once in a while with anticipation. The black-haired boy lay flat with his belly against the floor, his elbows propped on the carpet holding his head, legs sprawled out behind him.

Once more without looking the young boy reached over to grab another handful of chips, before he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Could you get that, Souta?" He could hear his mother call from the kitchen, over the gentle sound of running water and of plates clinking together.

Souta gave an exaggerated sigh at being interrupted in the middle of his show, reluctantly pushing himself off the ground. Standing, he brushed a few crumbs off his shirt before running down the stairs leading to the family room, and then to the door. Maybe if he hurried he could return just as the commercial break ended?

"Hello Souta." He was greeted after opening the door and revealing a familiar face.

"Hello Hojo-san." The boy replied, forcing a smile. It was the same kid that seemed to come by everyday.

"Is Kagome-chan around?" He would ask the same question, and receive the same answer.

But unlike most days, Souta took the time to eye the older boy. His brown hair lay neatly atop his head, bright eyes wide and shining. He held an eager smile on his face. A bit too eager, in Souta's opinion. But, that wasn't what had most caught his attention. With his ironed khaki pants and blue button down shirt, Hojo held a small bouquet of flowers firmly in his grasp.

From his sister's girl friends, Souta had quickly come to learn that this was a boy that many girls flocked after, and were eager to receive attention from. Who wouldn't want this boy's attention? He had a nice attitude, a nice smile, and from what he know was always polite and eager to please. He was perfect in every way.

"Nope. She's still sick." Souta's answer was the same as any other day.

"Oh, that's a shame. Would you mind giving these to her, Souta? And please, tell her that I send my well-wishes and hope she is better soon."

Taking the bouquet, a mix of wild flowers and some other things he didn't recognize, Souta closed the door, turning towards the living room. Sighing, he exited the house through the back door and headed to where the garbage cans lay.

"Oi, runt." He heard a familiar voice a few feet off.

"Inuyasha!" Souta broke into a bright smile, turning his head to look at the hanyou.

"Where's the wench?" The dog-eared boy asked, running a dirty hand through his tangled hair. By the looks of it, Inuyasha had either been fighting demons not too long ago, or just went through a tornado. His red jacket made from the fur of a fire rat, or so he had been told, was covered in dirt and some other things he would rather not know about. The slivery hair was a wild, tangled mess, and the hanyou looked most inpatient, standing with his arms folded over his chest while he tapped his foot against the ground.

Souta's smile grew, as he nodded to Inuyasha, who was picking his teeth with a claw. Taking a second to throw the flowers into a garbage can, he answered without hesitation, "She's in her room."

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