A.N. Mikazuki Tsuki here, with chapter six of Delightfully Disastrous. Okay, now for my excuse this time for the late update. This becoming a weekly thing having to post some excuse! Well I always burn my chapters so I don't lose them or if they get deleted I have them backed up, and so I decided I would try a new burning program...One that was more faster than my previous one since I have the patience of a five year old. Well everything went all "fine" according to it and said that the information had been burned. Not checking it, I delete the files burned. I try the CD I burned to update the story on Sunday of last week, and I see that the CD is blank. I had a nice time screaming into a pillow for my stupidity. Well, that is why this is late. And the funny thing is...I used the same program to burn my power point for science. If that shows blank, I am in the worst kind of trouble. Lol I cannot help laughing though...But the important thing is there is some moral to be learned. Well I had to rewrite this chapter and it's not as good as the original -frowns- I'm still kicking myself for being so dim-witted. Thank you for your patience and reviews, here is the long awaited chapter six!
Summary: Who knew that all you had to do to become famous was drown?
Disclaimer: I may not own Inuyasha…or the characters …or any rights to any anime what so ever, but I own the shirt on my back!
Many thanks go out to KogasGirl from whom all corrections come! Thanks for taking the time to edit these chapters!
Happy Mother's Day! This chapter is dedicated to all you mothers!
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Delightfully Disastrous
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Chapter Six
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After Kagome had decided that crying was not helping her jii-chan recover, she stood and had prepared for the long morning ahead. Rubbing her head, she heaved a sigh. Kagome felt as if she had not awoken that morning. That she was still dreaming.
Kagome stared emptily at the room hardly taking in the light yellow of the room. The beauty of the simple décor of the guest room was lost to the teen.
Kagome walked carefully down the stairs enjoying the feel of the soft carpet on her bare feet. Her eyes were still a bit puffy but it was not too obvious that she had been crying. She had taken a warm bath and dressed in the previous day's apparel, muttering about her lack of a change of clothing.
She walked even slower than sluggish pace, and contemplated her grandfather's sudden illness, "He was in perfect health. How?"
The young woman sighed, "I should be there with him and Mama and Souta... not here."
Trudging past the living room, which she noticed was fairly large and had a 50" inch plasma screen television that was directly in front of three mocha colored couches. They had braided bullion linings and fringes on the bottoms of the rich fabrics. In the corners of each couch were medium sized over stuffed pillows. There was a coffee table made of solid oak in the center and a nice oriental rug covering a small portion of the floor. The uncovered section was glaze finished wood floor. Lamps stood on the center of two end tables, and a deep green, though fake, plant finished off the room.
The windows made half of an octagonal shape and were covered by flimsy white curtains.
Hand drawn pictures by obviously a young child decorated the room, and there was a long mirror that was framed by numerous crescent moons carved into the wood.
Kagome gaped, "Wow…"
She had to get the number of the interior decorator. Maybe they could do her dorm room...
Her stomach growled. Blushing, Kagome pried her eyes from the room, and started for the kitchen. Kagome paused then felt the sides of her shorts.
Kagome slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I left my cell phone in my room!" With an exasperated sigh she climbed back up the stairs. "I'll have to postpone my meal," She frowned as her stomach gave a growl of protest. "I'm hungry too you know, but you don't hear me complaining..."
Reaching the top of the stairs she put a hand on her head. Her mind felt so fogged... as if her head was filled completely with cobwebs. She looked at the doors.
"Which one is mine?"
Kagome shook her head, in vain, as if to remove the cobwebs clogging her mind. She picked one of the doors and hoped it was her room.
She turned the knob and was greeted by the sight of an office, "Unless I slept on that desk I really doubt that this is my room."
Kagome's gaze suddenly was caught by a glittering on the desk. She knit her brows together in curiosity. "Hmm..."
Going toward the desk, she saw that is was a watch, an expensive one at that. 'Well what would you expect from a rich guy...'
The desk was quick cluttered despite Sesshoumaru's obvious obsession with order. Her curiosity rose, as she noted the yellowed papers on the desk. On it she saw many times the words "Naraku". The words on the paper, other than names of people Kagome absolutely had no idea of who exactly they were, were in a language Kagome could not decipher.
Suddenly Kagome heard footsteps and dropped the pages back on the desk. There was only one person that it could be and she was dreading being found going through his things by the owner of the room.
"Sesshoumaru..."
As the footsteps came closer, she noticed a hairline crack in the wall and a hand hold to open what could only be a closet.
Kagome slid it open and threw herself in the closet. Squeezing herself in with the coats that were in there, she slid the door close as the door knob jangled.
Kagome held her breath as Sesshoumaru walked past the door. 'He is probably just going to get something from his desk. I doubt he'll need a coat,' she assured her self silently, though it helped little to ease her fear.
She could hear her the beat of her heart pounding in her ears, 'I would not be surprised if all of Asia could hear my heart beat.'
However her assumption was right and the footsteps once again went by the closet door. But this time they did not walk away.
'Crap...!'
Thinking wildly, Kagome grabbed the inside hand hold of the closet, in a spur of the moment attempt to prolong her finding...just as Sesshoumaru slid the door open. The result was her falling out through the doorway and landing face first into the muscled chest of the very unhappy youkai.
'Maybe it's not Sesshoumaru...Maybe it's a maid. A very tone maid, but—'
"What may I ask are you doing in my office?"
Blushing, Kagome looked at anything but his face, she shook her head as a thought popped into head, "Um...I est désolé mais je ne parle pas Japonais?"
'Please don't know French, please don't know French, please—'
Sesshoumaru smirked, "Je vois... Que faisiez-vous dans mon bureau?"
Kagome paled and scrambled for a sensible excuse, "Admirer la vue de votre placard..."
Lifting a brow at the girl, who was reddening even more at the realization of what she said he snorted and drawled sarcastically, "Je suis sûr."
Shrugging Kagome laughed, "Oui, vous avez un beau placard là-bas!"
Clearing her throat she looked at her bare wrist. Groaning she saw that she had no watch. Running to the desk, she went to the surface of the small desk and picked up Sesshoumaru's watch, "Ferait vous regarde le temps! Je dois aller... au revoir!"
Replacing the watch, she sped out of the room and closed the door tightly behind her, with a sigh.
'That was the most embarrassing...'
Groaning, Kagome made a search of the other empty rooms until she found hers. She made a mental note of which one it was, and took in the light yellow and black theme.
Spotting her phone almost instantly she noticed it was beeping. It did that either when she had low batteries or she missed a lot of calls.
She decided it was more likely both options since she had yet to charge it that week and because she had not kept her promise to her friends and called with a day-by-day layout of well her day. Kagome was bound to have a dozen worried messages from Yuka, Ayumi, and Eri. Well Ayumi and Eri at least. Yuka had a lot to do to keep her busy for the moment.
'They really need to get their own lives,' Kagome could not help thinking. Her friends were more than reasonably obsessed with her life ...and this had gone on even before she had moved.
Pocketing the phone she gave in to her stomach and went towards the kitchen. She always had later to listen to her messages... Kagome also had to get the house number for her mother to call, incase ...in fact, when her phone died.
Looking down at her clothes once again, she sighed, "I really, really hope no one is expecting me to wear this for the rest of my stay..." She frowned at the thought.
Continuing on her previous trip to the kitchen, she made her descent down the stairs. She, short of running got to the kitchen, nearly running over two men who appeared to be gardeners. Mumbling a quick apology to them, she finally got to the kitchen.
Inside the room was a brown haired girl with a small cat on her shoulder. She had her back to Kagome and was making something, "How much crème should I put on these strawberry tarts, Kirara?"
Her manila mononoke mewed, and the woman giggled, as she poured on a generous amount of the homemade sweet concoction onto the strawberry halves that garnished the top of the circular pan of uncut tarts.
Kirara rubbed against her owner's arm, "Mew."
Sango laughed, "I see my helper wants a taste..."
She paused to grab a plastic spoon and put a small bit of crème on it. "There you go."
Happily the cat sat down to its treat.
Kagome watched the two with a growing smile, afraid to ruin their moment. Her stomach, however, rebuffed the idea of being ignored, and gave a loud growl.
The young woman whirled around, surprised at the sudden noise. She was slim and had chocolate brown eyes and long dark brown hair that was in a high ponytail. She was slightly tanned and appeared to be in her early twenties.
"Oh, hello! How can I help you?"
Her mononoke, Kirara as the woman called her, hopped onto her shoulder to get a better look at their visitor. She had a brown patch of fur on her forehead that was diamond shaped contrasted greatly with the rest of her coloring. Kirara had a split tail with brown fur at the tips of the appendage.
She cocked her head curiously.
Kagome blushed a dark red, "Sorry if I interrupted. My name's Kagome."
She held out her hand awkwardly. The older woman shook her hand earnestly. "I'm Sango, and this," She paused to pet the blissful demon cat, which had gone back to her creamy delight, fondly, "is Kirara. Totousai told us about you, yesterday."
Kagome's eyes lit with recognition, as she remembered what Mr. Totoki had said, 'Right, she's the cook.'
Sango smiled and started again on the large pan of tarts, "Let me just finish these up and I'll warm some breakfast up for you."
Kagome gave an "okay" as she sat down at high chair that was adjacent to a nice island table. It had different shelves filled with cookbooks and different utensils hung from the niches. It had a brown colored granite counter top and was for the most part bare, save a little cookbook opened to what Sango was making.
The island matched the nearby counters that wrapped around half of the room. The countertop was covered in scattered appliances, such as a microwave and toaster, and a small wooden box for napkins and the sweets Sango was finishing. Towards the center was a built in sink. The counters were filled with many drawers of various sizes. Above them were wooden cupboards, a light color. Behind the sink stood two square windows, closed and covered in curtains that were embellished with fruits and flower.
There was a sleek refrigerator parallel to the line of counters and a stove that was placed a foot or so from a glass sliding door that lead out onto a patio. The nearby sea water's salty scent drifted pleasantly to Kagome's nose.
A trash bin was located on the tiled floor by the doors and a pantry closed off by a door, seemed to be the object of the small cat desire seeing as she looked at it constantly.
After Sango finished applying the crème, she took a knife from a drawer filled with utensils, and divided the large pan of the strawberry tarts into at least twenty even cuts. Wiping her hands over her starch white apron, she turned her attention from the sweets and onto the microwave. Sango punched in a few buttons on the microwave. "Just give that a minute or so."
Kagome could see the electronic device light up and begin to whirl around in circles with a covered plate of what ever Sango had made. "I can wait but I'm not so sure about my stomach."
Sango's laugh turned to a yawned as Kirara began to encircle her legs. She plopped down on the high chair and took an apple from a near by bowl.
Kagome smiled, she gestured towards the crème filled bowl next to the pan. "Do you make everything yourself?"
Sango nodded, "For the most part everything is homemade. Sesshoumaru-sama prefers it that way," she bit into the apple with a frown.
"I usually have an assistant to help me, but she hasn't been it in since yesterday. So I've been swamped."
Kagome ran a hand through her damp her, and shot her a confused look. Sango understood immediately, "Many of the people who work around the house and such work long hours, especially those who live here. So I'm constantly making things like drinks and such. Ayame, my assistant has been no help what so ever, since she is either late or does not bother to show. We also are having company over today and Sesshoumaru is asking for a lot since he said one in particular, 'eats like a pi—'"
The conversation was interrupted by the ring of a doorbell. Sighing Sango quipped, "Let's hope they're not expecting a cooked meal."
The door bell was followed by the beep of the microwave. Kagome stood to get it before Sango could protest. She removed and uncovered the plate of scrambled eggs, placing the cover on the counter.
Kagome brought the plate back to the table and sat down. She got herself a cup and fork to eat the scramble eggs with Sango's directions to their locations. Sango pulled out toasted bread from the oven, and a jug of orange juice and butter from the fridge.
"Here you go." Sango said sitting it down. Kagome saw that the eggs were mixed with speckled dots of green herbs. Sango laughed, "Family recipe."
Kagome smiled and as she put a fork full of eggs in her mouth, "Delicious!"
Smiling, Sango stood, "Thanks. Let's hope that Ayame gets here soon. I need her help with lunch—"
"I'm here, I'm here! You can calm down now," a small voice said from the entrance. "I got a flat tire on the way here."
A small woman walked into the room. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Ayame had an iris tucked behind her pigtails and a pair of sunglasses hung off her nose. An auburn tail flicked behind her.
Sango frowned, "Yes, yes a flat tire. I think you've over used that excuse Ayame."
The girl winced, as she put on an apron over her white spring dress, and mumbled, "Fine, I overslept a bit. But I'm here now."
Sango's frown deepened, "Boil some rice, Sesshoumaru-sama said we will be having company."
Ayame smiled and gave a mock salute, "Yes, ma'am!" She went into the pantry for a bag of rice. Sango rolled her eyes as she took out a large pot, and muttered to Kagome, "Mr. Totoki is really out to get me with these assistants."
(TSUKI)
Sesshoumaru frowned as the assistant cook, the ookami, Ayame, came into his house a few hours later than the workers were supposed to.
She had just simpered and had given a flimsy excuse as to why she was late for the fourteenth time since she was employed.
Two weeks ago...
'Such incompetence...'
It seems he was just surrounded by insipid yet overly animated woman—though an oxymoron in its self.
He sat down in the living room on the mocha colored couches. He moved a pillow aside and took up a novel. It was one written about the past years of decades before technology, and the civilizing of nations.
He had changed into a black shirt since his previous polo shirt radiated the scent of ache and tears, the latter which he thought to be distasteful.
Sesshoumaru growled suddenly as his line of thought went to that morning, frightening a maid. She scurried off, her preceding intent ignored for the moment. Mr. Totoki frowned at the run away servant as he walked into the room, "Eh, Sesshoumaru," he began.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, in silent irritation, the action went unseen to Totousai and he continued.
"That girl, eh, Kagome...where is she?"
"Admiring my closet..." Sesshoumaru said with a smirk.
Totousai blinked, "Why would she—never mind. There's a matter of clothing and such for the girl. I do not think she will be too happy to be stuck in the same clothes for the remainder of her stay."
Sesshoumaru gave a sharp nod, "I'll take care of it."
With that he turned to his forgotten novel from the night before.
Sighing, the old man took his leave, "You and Inuyasha will be the death of me...Why Inu-Taisho did you leave me to their care?"
His muttering was not responded to as Sesshoumaru concentrated on the words on the once starch white paper. His brow twitched as he heard a large splash of water and the rattle of a pan. The noises were followed shortly by a few dozen exclaims of "Ow!"
How many women did it take to get Sesshoumaru to lose his temper? Just three who seemed to be very good at it...
Sesshoumaru scowled at the shrill screams that came from the kitchen. Rising up he placed his book down and walked briskly to the kitchen intending to end the noise.
The site that greeted him was anything but pleasant. Rice and water spilled from the counters and a big pot lay sideways on the floor. Splashed around the walls and floods, were soaked, uncooked grains of rice.
Ayame shivered hair plastered the floor where she lay, "S-so c-cold."
She was soaked almost to the bone with water and rice speckled her clothing. Sango was less severely harmed but she stood glaring at Kirara and Ayame who seemed at fault. Kagome came out basically unscathed though was laughing her self breathless.
Sango sighed and a smile formed in place of her frown as Kagome giggled, "Well Sesshoumaru...I hope your guests like take-out."
(TSUKI)
After the incident in the kitchen, caused by Kirara tackling Ayame as she held the pot of rice to bring to the stove, Kagome had to leave the kitchen in order to let the maids clean after placing an order for at a popular fast food restaurant for Sango since she needed to get changed.
They in the least were not happy at having to clean up the vast mess.
Kagome walked into the living room only to find her self looking back at herself from the large television. Sesshoumaru looking less his cold guise was linked to her arm and she was smiling brilliantly. Kagome did not look like the same plain girl that was coming up behind the couch. 'That must be from the party...' She was a bit shocked to herself on television even though she knew it would be televised.
"Wow...people look so different on T.V. ... " She mused. Sesshoumaru gave her a side ways glance but was otherwise ignoring her presence as the camera shifted from the two to Mizumi Kendo and her soon to be husband.
Suddenly she said slyly as she took a seat next to her, "I'll bet you're not saying anything 'cause I looked way much better than you in that clip."
Sesshoumaru lifted a brow, "I thought you only spoke French."
Kagome blushed, but pretended not to hear his comment, as the scene changed back to the reporters. A smaller picture of them from the party was placed in the upper left corner. "Some girls just have all the luck," said a woman with a cropped black hair. Names flashed at the bottom of the screen. 'Ms. Yura Yamida and Mr. Todi Yen'
The man laughed, "Jealous, Ms. Yamida?"
She sighed as she reclined into her seat, and retorted bitterly, "Who isn't, Todi? He's a young, hot, rich author, who got bagged by some college girl..."
The man smiled stiffly as Yamida went off the prewritten cue card dialogue.
Yura put her hands on the desk and looked at her co-anchor. "But that dress she's wearing is not a smart choice for someone like her."
Yen turned to her rigidly and improvised speech, "Oh? Care to explain?"
"Yes. ...I just don't like it on her."
Clearing his throat, the man, picked up some papers, "Okay... well that's all for the entertainment scene. Here is the weather for this week."
Sesshoumaru changed the channel as Kagome frowned. "You write books?" Her question went unanswered as the chime of the doorbell sounded. Kagome stood up and walked to the door, automatically saying, "I'll get it!"
She laughed, and murmured to Sesshoumaru as she saw him come up behind her, "Old habits die hard, I guess."
Sesshoumaru just gave a vague nod, and opened the door. His eyes hardened a bit more as he let in a small group of people.
'They must be staying for a while...' she mulled over why as she saw that the group was carrying suitcases.
Kagome instantly recognized one of the men as Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru's half-brother. He was a popular actor in many Japanese movies. There was allegedly no lost love between the two brothers but by the looks they were giving each other it was apparently actual fact.
Inuyasha was a hanyou as where Sesshoumaru was a full blooded demon. It was assumed that that was a factor in the brother's quarrel or that their father had left Sesshoumaru's mother for Inuyasha's human one. What ever the reason, the two had a deep seeded hatred.
The three other people in the group of four were unknown to her save for one black haired woman with soft brown eyes that were a shade darker than her own, who looked vaguely familiar.
Inuyasha crossed his arms, "Sesshoumaru."
The aforementioned responded with a cool tone, "Little brother."
It suddenly clicked in Kagome's mind. She clapped her hands together.
"Wait! You're Kikyou Tamida! I absolutely love your clothes line," gushed shaking the young woman hands enthusiastically. Everyone turned to stare at her for her outburst.
She laughed rubbing the back of her head, "They are a little expensive to buy, but great to look at."
Kikyou gave a soft smile, and Kagome blushed as she noted everyone's eyes turned onto her. "Hey! Don't look at me...Go back to ...what ever you were talking about!"
She was not the type of person who liked to be in the lime light for long. It unnerved her to no end.
Inuyasha frowned at her, "And who are you?"
Kagome slapped her forehead, something that was becoming quite a habit, and extended her small hand, her bracelet that she had received from her friends glistening in a streak of sunlight, "How rude of me, I'm Kagome."
Sesshoumaru sent a frown her way, one that she ignored. A tanned man with shoulder length dark hair that was held back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck stepped forward. He had deep indigo colored eyes.
He smiled and took her hands took her hands.
"Such a beautiful name. I am a humble manager named Mirouku. If you ever have any problems, needs, or wants to bear children, feel free to come to me."
Kagome blushed and looked at him strangely, "Excuse me, what was that last one!"
Mirouku smiled, "Wants?"
Detaching her hands from his, she laughed a bit warily, "Um, I think Sango needs help cleaning the kitchen. I should go...help her ...or something. It was nice to meet you all."
She walked hurriedly from the overly friendly man. Sesshoumaru frowned, "Your father would be disappointed."
Mirouku laughed, "I can't help it if you keep such tantalizing company."
Inuyasha glared, "There are children here you know!" Sesshoumaru sneered, "Yes, it seems you have forgotten Inuyasha's presence."
Inuyasha sniffed disdainfully, "Very funny."
Kikyou led in front of her a small girl about the age of eight. The girl had shoulder length hair that was held up partially in a side ponytail.
She suddenly brightened at the sight of Sesshoumaru, and curtsied. "Sesshoumaru-sama!" The small girl skipped over to him and smiled brightly, "I drew you another picture for your wall!"
Kikyou smiled sadly at the girl and sighed, "I think we are going to leave Rin officially in your custody instead of just having her visit you during the summer. Since we adopted her last year she has only showed less than one fifth of the enthusiasm you receive the whole time she was with us and it would be better for her if she was with you."
Rin smiled up at Sesshoumaru with big melted chocolate eyes and a gap toothed grin. Sesshoumaru suddenly thought back to the time at the community center. 'Those two share the same eyes...'
Kagome's eyes looked so much like Rin's when he had first had seen the fragile child. He lightly patted her head as he brought himself back to the matter at hand.
"I see. That would be acceptable."
Mirouku gave a smile, "Good. But that's not really the only reason for why we came here." He became grim, "Inuyasha has reason to suspect that Naraku is back."
Sesshoumaru nodded solemnly, "I am very aware of that."
Inuyasha sputtered, "Well if you knew why didn't you say anything!"
"I did not think it concerned you."
"Don't be such an idiot, Sesshoumaru, you know as well as I do that you can't take Naraku by yourself. I don't care how strong you thing you are."
"I do not need help from a hanyou such as your self." Sesshoumaru all but spat out.
Kikyou put a hand up, "There is no harm in letting us just stay for awhile to just be cautious. If there is no trouble by the end of the week, we'll leave. Is that aright?"
Sesshoumaru frowned, "Fine. But stay as far from me as you can, pup."
Rin suddenly held her stomach, twirling she sighed dramatically, "Sesshoumaru-sama, I'm hungry... Can I have something to eat?"
Kikyou took hold of the small girl's hand, "Let's head to the kitchen, I'm sure there will be something there." Mirouku lifted a hand, and grinned eagerly, "I'll come too!"
Inuyasha griped the back of his manager's shirt, "You're staying here you skirt chasing pervert."
Mirouku sighed but conceded with a longing glance at the kitchen door, "Fine."
Sesshoumaru pushed a strand of silvery hair back into place and glared in annoyance at his brother and company, "Get to the point of your speech."
Inuyasha crossed his arms, "Well if you're gonna be such a jerk about it then—" Placing a hand over the younger man's mouth, the dark hair manager sighed, "Can't you go five minutes with out picking a fight? If I have to I'll hose you down..."
Keeping his hand in place, Mirouku continued, "I think he is looking for the Shikkon no Tama, that he had your father steal—"
Sesshoumaru frowned, "And he thought Inuyasha had it?"
Inuyasha nodded mutely. Mirouku started to say something but paled, looking horrified, he pulled away his hand, "You licked me!" He held his hand away from him as it was diseased.
"You sick bastard!"
(TSUKI)
Sango stretched her limbs, as she sat a top the island in the kitchen, "I'm so tired!"
Ayame looked incredulous, "Tired? You did absolutely none of the work!" Sango shrugged, "I guess it's tiring watching your exertion."
She leaned against the wall and muttered indignantly, "And why isn't that mononoke of yours doing any work? She basically tackled me and created this mess!"
Kagome and Rin were seated up top the counter with Sango to avoid slipping on the uncooked half bag of rice and the few some gallons of the water that had not been mopped up yet.
Kikyou sat on a chair by the island counter, with an amused glint to her eyes. Sango sighed and pushed her damp bangs from her face. Changing the subject, she asked, "Now where is that delivery man? I'm sure everyone here is well past starved."
As if on cue the doorbell rang. Ayame leaned on her broom her anger forgotten, "Finally! I didn't get a chance to eat this morning, I did not want to be any later than I was so I got ready and sped here."
Sango jogged towards the front entrance with Kagome and Ayame practically on her heels. Kikyou and Rin came at a slower pace.
Sango sighed, "That better be the food."
Sesshoumaru had already opened the door and was greeted with several large bags of food. After paying the hefty sum, he carried the bags to a long table in foyer. Setting them down, he replaced his wallet back into his pocket.
He lifted a brow at all the food, "Is all this really required?"
Kagome cheerfully walked over to the table, "Probably not, but I didn't know how much to order."
Sango laughed, "It should be enough. The only thing I was able to make today was breakfast and strawberry tarts; so I should think a few people can eat at least half their weight in food. We did eat at nine and it is well past one."
Ayame glowered at the suddenly appeared Kirara and drawled sarcastically, "I wonder why Sango wasn't able to make anything, Kirara." Her down turned lips quivered upward, into a smile. "Ugh, Kirara, I just can't stay mad at you!"
She picked up the neko who licked her cheek. "Don't think that you're off the hook though, I can still be annoyed."
Kagome reappeared with plates and other utensils, and Sango quietly herded everyone to the dinning room.
Kagome carried the plate and the males the bags of food. She pushed her back against the dinning room door and it swung inward. "Sesshoumaru, don't be surprised if I steal this house from you..."
Sesshoumaru snorted, "Donc vous pouvez regarder mes placards toute la journée?"
Kagome put the plates down, stuck out her tongue as she took a seat, "That is really getting old." Inuyasha cast a sly look in their Sesshoumaru's direction. At least during the visit if nothing exciting happened, he could at least screw taunt his beloved brother...
Sango served the food with a delighted grin, "Hamada of Japan! I love that place." She pulled out a few foil wrapped items and distributed them, "They make the best hamburgers."
Mirouku shook his head and smiled, "I'm sure, from what I've heard of your cooking, that it is second only to yours."
Sango blushed and floundered her words, "No I don't...I'm not that good a chef...!" She was nearing his place at the table and as she put his down his foil wrapped hamburger, she felt something stroke her rear.
Her face burning red, she swung her hand and caught the right side of Mirouku's cheek in a resounding slap. "Pervert!"
(Tsuki)
October 1847
"Inu-Taisho, do we have a deal? I get half of the jewel and you get the other. I should think that would be acceptable."
A figure sat at a small table. He looked regal and had long silvery hair held up top his head in a ponytail and amber eyes that looked calmly at a darkly clothes man with crimson eyes and a pale pallor who sat across from him.
"You know quite well that if I wanted it I could simply get it myself, Naraku, why would I want half of it when I can get all of it? Try and steal it but I will stop you. Our clan is in alliance with theirs."
Naraku chuckled, "Of course. But I am not going to get it."
"You know I do not like to soil my hands, Inu-Taisho." He continued, "It is distasteful. I would rather you do it, so half of the jewel is quite generous of me." He purred in a smooth voice his lips upturned in a sneer.
Inu-Taisho frowned, "And why is that. I have built an allegiance with the humans, as I have said. It is one I am not going to break."
A small figure burst through the door. White hair and amber eyes symbolized that he was Inu-Taisho son. Their features were almost exactly the same. Sesshoumaru's normally steeled eyes were less cold in his young age but shown with fear and anger.
Inu-Taisho frown deepened, "Sesshoumaru is something wrong? You were told not to enter this room."
"Father! It is Mother...She is not in her room, nor anywhere I looked. I cannot find her."
Inu-Taisho stood up and grabbed Naraku tightly by the neck, he growled out, "If this is your doing, punishment will great."
Naraku sneered, "Then your precious mate will die."
"Where is she, hanyou? What have you done?"
The hanyou laughed, "Think of it as an added incentive, if you will. I want that jewel, youkai and I will get it."
Inu-Taisho snarled, "I will get you the Shikkon no Tama...But know, if she is harmed know your death will slow and torturous at my hands."
With blood red seeping into his eyes, the inu-youkai swiftly severed the laughing head of the hanyou. Still laughing it fell to the ground.
The body slowing was reduced to ashes and a small wooden doll was left in its place. Inu-Taisho cursed the ashes, "You will pay Naraku and by my hands."
A.N. I feel as if someone jammed a piece of sandpaper down my throat. I hate colds with a passion. And this rainy weather has helped none. Well I'm heading back into the past, so italics signify that. I'm sorry if this was not too long but if you make the window half the size of your screen, you have just doubled my chapter. Thanks for reviewing! I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter. Well I am very happy to say that I am going to be less swamped in school so that means longer chapters and weekly updates I should think. I think I did absolutely well on my extensive power point for science if it got handed in and test for confirmation. I had to switch from a model and simple presentation to a more in depth one because the model would have taken way too long for a procrastinator such as me. I am thanking the person who created cough drops. My throat feels terrible without the soothing, immediate relief of the patented vapor action that makes nasal passages feel cooler. Thank you Halls...
Reviewer Responses:
DeathIsntTheEnd, iLuvJaeWon, ashley41791, BlueMonkey89 (Note that those who do not have some kkind of response please do not think I did not bother to read your reviews or that they mean less to me than the others)
fluffy li- -gushes- Your story Finding Relationships is so cute -blushes- I read my reviewers stories sometimes when I have the time...heh but thanks for reviewing!
Flame of the Miko- Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, and sorry! This is a week late once again and I'm terribly sorry! But yes Kagura put jii-chan in the hospital ...how will be mentioned later.
Mirei Nochi- Thanks, this chapter is a bit longer than last so I hope you enjoyed it
Hesushika- As long as you read it, I'm content lol! Yes I am extremely happy to say that he is doing better than at the being of this year.
Skitzoflame- Yes, she was. Naraku won't make an official appearance until later on, so Kagura left doing all the killings and what not, kukuku
Blue Rhapsody3 –grins happily- thanks lol! He is doing extremely better but is on chemo, last year we found out that he had lung cancer so he was treated and it went away but I am really not sure why he is back on it. Yes school is very evil! Bad school, bad! He will don't worry! I could never kill off jii-chan. Well I've said a bit too much lol so you have to wait and see!
SnowAngelYuki- I'm happy to hear you love my story! I think that I wil now update within a week or so...I hope! Yes I have AIM though I'm hardly on it I'm afraid, but it's MikazukixTsuki
PippetJimmy- Don't worry about it! Lol I forgive you. I'm glad you love it so much -smiles- Aww! I made you cry, sorry for the sadness in a humor fic... Yes, hugs are cute! Yup Inuyasha was in now in the story—But he's taken, so no lol, because I'd have to do a love square, lol thanks for reviewing
Evil Goddess- Sorry, no murder mystery... It's really sad how I read them all the time yet I do not know how to put one together properly –sigh- Lol I have to sympathize... I have my own set of keys and am ALWAYS forgetting them, so a few times me and my younger brother are locked out of our house after school.
Lady-Crymsyn- Thanks a bunch, I'll try, though computer software seem out to get me, it's completely maddening.
Moonscout11- A lot is going to happen, because Naraku is scheming and his detachments are all over the place. Lol!
horse-crazy-gurl- I'm not that evil lol I think every class has a person like that or at least yours and mine. No problem! I don't know how I could have left you out of the responses, but now I am thoroughly rereading them so it shouldn't happen again.
AlwaysBeingMe- Kikyou is in this story I hinted at her kind of but didn't really bring her in. Inuyasha is staying with Sesshoumaru because he feels that if Naraku is loose his elder brother will need some help. Very considerate of our little hanyou, ne lol?
Noacat- Lol yea, I'm usually adjusting the brightness level on my monitor so my eyes last at least a few minutes longer before having to take a break from the screen. Mischief is abounding with flying rice and water! Let's see what more there will be...
Inu Youkai Gurl- Lol thanks for halting the assail! cautiously comes out from behind a wall I'll try to be more cautious of where I put my chapters
Translations:
(If I missed any please tell me)
Um...I est désolé mais je ne parle pas Japonais. - Um...I am sorry but I do not speak Japanese?
Je vois. - I see.
Que faisiez-vous dans mon bureau? -What were you doing in my office?
Admirer la vue de votre placard... -Admiring the view of your closet...
Je suis sûr- I am sure...
Oui, vous avez un beau placard là-bas! - Yes, you have a beautiful closet there!
Ferait vous regarde le temps! Je dois aller. Au revoir- Would you look at the time! I have to go, Bye
Donc vous pouvez regarder mes placards toute la journée? - So you can look at my closets all day?
Ookami- wolf
Now, review!