All right readers. As I'm sure you've noticed, that first update was really short. So, here come those highly biased opinions I mentioned. Anyway, you will note that this chapter will contain totally irrational cussing. And I mean totally irrational. You'll see why.
"What the hell, Kagome? You're three hours late and when I show up you scream to me? It's your own damn fault I have to come get you, let alone that you even have to come back all the time and fetch the damn shikon jewel shards anyway. I should leave you to collect them yourself, but you so helpless, not to mention useless, and you'd never leave me alone…" Inuyasha leaned against the doorway, drumming his long, sharp, iron-hard claws against the wall and making small holes in it. Vaguely he realised that Kagome hadn't noticed him there, and that made him angrier. Glaring, Inuyasha waited for Kagome to acknowledge him standing there, still, Kagome raced around the room, grabbing anything she could and ramming it into her morbidly obese backpack. A hairbrush, a romance novel, a game console, a dirty pair of socks. She muttered inaudible things under her breath, never once showing any indication she knew Inuyasha was four feet away. Inuyasha flicked his left, dog-like ear with a soft 'pwik' sound. This was his chance to try something he hadn't done in years. Taking a breath, the hanyou tried to remember his last record. Twenty-one. Checking that no one but Kagome was around, he began. "Shit. Ass. Damn. Bastard. Crap. Bitch. Cunt. Uh… fuck-tard." listing curses was Inuyasha's favourite Pastime. However, of late, the opportunity never seemed to arise. Sango and Kagome would undoubtedly hit him for it, Shippo would tattle, and the one time he tried it around Miroku, the black-haired youth had put on some outrageous fanfare about how Inuyasha was tainting his "monkish-ly virgin ears." As if anything about miroku was virgin. Inuyasha was at sixteen swears and counting… "Crapfuck, fuck-face … ass-face, ass-hat…. er…. buttmunch…. BUTTOCKS!"
"SIT BOY!" BAM. It was unfortunate for Inuyasha (who's face was now firmly lodged into the floor) that Kagome had tuned in at just that moment, for Kagome had been about to change, and had her jeans pulled halfway down her butt, exposing several inches of pale cheek. Immediately she assumed that Inuyasha's proclamation of 'Buttocks' had been in direct relation to her own. Quickly she re-covered her nakedness, and stammered, "How DARE you- I was just- and you- when I- SIT! BAM. When Inuyasha's brain popped out of the back of his head and settled back into his skull, he slowly extracted his face from Kagome's rosewood floor and glared up at the girl tapping her foot impatiently by his left, pointed ear. She glared back. Neither moved. Finally, Sota sauntered into the room.
"Kagome? Inuyasha's been here for like…two and a half hours. Are you going back through the well today or what? You really shouldn't yell at him. Kagome crossed her arms and turned her back on the boys, her nose held high in the air.
"Sota? Please take Inuyasha to the kitchen. I'm getting dressed. Then, and only then, will we leave." As soon as Kagome's brother had led the Silver haired demon out of the room, Kagome locked the door and leaned against it, resting her head in one hand. She did like Inuyasha well enough, almost loved him, although she couldn't imagine why. With a sigh, Kagome crossed the room and began braiding her hair as she picked out something to wear into the feudal era. It was getting colder nowadays. She decided upon a sun-yellow woollen skirt that brushed the floor, and a tight, white cotton sweater with a hood and one large pocket on the stomach. The sleeves were patterned with a rose vines twisting up to her shoulders. Distantly she wondered why she never wore a durable pair of pants, which would be smart, and always ended up wearing her school uniform, but she dismissed the thought. She liked this outfit. From the depths of her dresser drawer, Kagome unearthed her Diary. And looked at the photo-booth style pictures between her two most recent entries. Her and Inuyasha. The pictures had been taken two weeks after this whole feudal era mess got started. She smiled at the images. Inuyasha Trying to catch a butterfly that had flown into the booth, Inuyasha trying to sniff the camera lens, Inuyasha Recoiling from the flash, Inuyasha trying to murder the camera. They were not the best pictures, but they were well enough. And they were cute. Kagome closed the book and threw it into her overflowing, beastly backpack. It was bound to be an interesting day.