The Dating Game
Chapter 8
by. Brown Eyed Bakas
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Yet.
This is still SilverWolf-Ryuki. Dark Lavender is still stuck under an avalanche of homework. I don't know why. Maybe IB is really much harder than anything else. But anyhow, I hope she isn't actually running off with some guy while leaving me behind in a place called Houston, taking in all the evacuees of Hurricane Katrina, while getting ready for hurricane Rita, which didn't really hit.
I know that took longer than a week, and I'm really sorry. But the hurricanes had me abandon internet for quite a while.
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"Inuuu-yaaaaaashaaaa!"
Kagome's clear voice could be heard over the murmur – or rather, the screaming – of hundreds of excited people. Inuyasha's ears perked up. A sloppy grin spread across his face.
Kagome? Is she finally realizing what a person I am and coming over to declare her l–
"Win me a bear for me, please?" Kagome said sweetly, as soon as Inuyasha raced over to where she was. She handed him several hoops.
She could have apologized for bursting his bubble. Too bad he didn't know, eh?
"No," He ruffed, almost rudely, in a dog-like manner. "Win it yourself."
"Please, Inuyasha?"
It was awfully nice of Kagome to practice her pouting on the poor, heart-torn Inuyasha, wasn't it?
A minute later, Kagome was smiling with glee as she accepted a moronically big panda bear.
As a thank you, she kissed Inuyasha on the cheek and hummed to herself as she marched cheerily away from the stand.
Inuyasha, however, was glued to the spot, melted. His cheek blushed pink where Kagome had kissed him.
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Too bad Miroku saw everything that happened. He smirked. From simply the look on his face, one could tell all the dirty thoughts passing through his head like a frenzy of ants on a hot pot.
"Oh, Sango!" He called out in a sing-song voice.
"What is it?" Sango smiled.
Miroku grinned deviously to himself, while keeping up an innocent and earnest smile on the outside. "I'll win you a panda bear if you want to."
"Really?"
"Yep," Miroku stuck his hand into his pocket and brought out some change. He handed it to the annoyed guy who ran the booth. The guy handed him back some rings.
But, to everyone's dismay, (or rather, to everyone's mild predictions), Miroku didn't get a single one in. As a booby prize, he won a small, bright yellow pencil.
Nearby, Inuyasha had gathered his melted self and was laughing uncontrollably at Miroku's pathetic attempt. Joining him was Kouga, Ayame and Kagura. Beside Kagura was Sesshoumaru, watching mercilessly, which can prove to be even worse than embarrassment, humiliation and laughter.
"Aw, Miroku, having a bad day?" Sango smirked. She bought several rings herself, and with precise aim, won an equally moronic and even more exasperating stuffed animal, known as a giant giraffe. Of course, the neck was too long. So all Miroku could do now was to carry the neck of the giraffe and pretend he didn't just "Oops, where'd it go?" all his pride.
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(And for those of you that are slightly slower or less tolerant of my humor – "Oops, where'd it go?" means lose. I trust you all know how to replace a phrase with a word, when trying to understand a mad-woman's sentence?)
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Some idiot of the eight of them decided that they should all go on a Ferris wheel.
Of course, there could be a debate on whether the person's truly brilliant, or just even stupider than predicted.
Someone else decided it should be two people to a wheel, in order of the way they stood in line.
That second someone could be the first someone's partner in crime. But there are true suspicions that that second someone is actually Miroku.
But that's debatable too.
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"Wow, it's so beautiful," Rin gasped, standing up and rushing towards the window. The whole compartment shook with her sudden movement.
The night sky was a dark, cold color, dotted with warm sparking stars. The moon was nowhere in sight. Fireworks were scattered everywhere on the background of blue; red, orange, white, green… a shower of colors was everywhere.
"Yeah, it really is, isn't it?" Kohaku smiled, walking towards where Rin was pressed up against the window, trying to get a better view of the fireworks.
Rin turned away from looking outside to gaze at Kohaku. They both shared a small blush. Kohaku brushed a strand of hair from Rin's face before, in unison, looking out towards the night sky again.
Except somewhere along the process, their hands met in a comforting unity.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short too! I'm not in the mood of writing very humorous stories, nor very touching ones.
News to everyone who read Black and White Keys – Epilogue one-shot is up in my personal account. Of course, for those who are completely satisfied from the ending epilogue we provided in the story, I suggest you all not to read my one-shot. But to those who wanted something… brighter…
R+R!