It didn't talk long for Inuyasha and Miroku to emerge from the room that pulse quickening shattering sound came from.
Miroku came out first, a good natured- although somewhat tight lipped smile on his face, one hand massaged the back of his neck.
"False alarm." He told the girls with a quick wink.
Kagome, Sango, and Shippo visibly sagged with relief. Shippo chuckled lightly. "I wasn't scared."
Kagome smiled down at him, and Sango tousled his orange sun-kissed hair and said, "Of course you weren't."
Inuyasha came quietly out of the room with a stormy expression, and something gripped tightly in his fists.
Shippo leapt from Kagome's shoulder to Inuyasha's. "What is that?"
"Squirrel." Miroku quipped from the kitchen where he was pouring a glass of tea.
"Squirrel?" Repeated Kagome, Sango and Shippo in surprised unison.
"Squirrel." Inuyasha affirmed as he walked towards the door.
Suddenly Inuyasha let out a loud yelp of pain, causing everyone else to spin on their heels. Inuyasha threw the squirrel across the room whilst yelling "It bit me!"
The small, furry creature made a mad dash for the girls, whom (even though later they would deny it) shrieked and nearly broke their ankles trying to move out of the way and to the couch.
It flashed by the spot where the girls had been just seconds before and ran right to Miroku who had a glass of tea poised ready at his mouth.
They all watched in slow motion as the squirrel leapt from the tiled kitchen floor to Miroku's tea glass. He gave vent to a yelp, much like a mix of Inuyasha's and the girls yells, and dropped the glass where it promptly shattered on the floor. The terrified animal quickly latched onto Miroku's face, using his long bangs much like reins.
Miroku yelled something incoherent, but it can be assumed it was something small children shouldn't be subjected to, and began dancing around the kitchen in an effort to get the squirrel off his face, and perhaps getting his foot lacerated by the broken glass.
Inuyasha moved forward, biting back laughter, and grabbed the crazed squirrel off his friends face, and put it in the trash can.
The newly occupied trash can tilted on its side while the animal inside fought savagely for its freedom.
Miroku was seated on the counter breathing deeply, his dark hair free of its elastic and hanging messily about his face.
"It's possessed!" He accused over his companions wild, unrestrained laughter.
Kagome and Sango had toppled off the couch and were rolling around on the floor holding their stomachs while Inuyasha was leaning against the refrigerator for support while he tried with conviction to cease his chuckling.
Shippo was under the couch watching the trash can with wide, frightened eyes. "What are we going to do?" He wanted to know, not seeing the humor at all.
When everyone quieted they all turned their eyes to the wiggling can.
Miroku, who had smoothed his clothes and re-fixed his hair told the rest of his party that in no uncertain conditions would he be disposing of the squirrel because, quite frankly, he'd had quite enough of it all ready.
Inuyasha simply picked it up and threw the whole thing outside. The lid fell off releasing the squirrel.
Happy ending for everyone.
Except for shippo, who had to make repeated trips to the freezer for ice to set on Miroku's feet, and forehead, as well as Inuyasha's hand, and Kagome and Sango's ankles.
The minor wounded were resting peacefully, Kagome and Sango on their respective beds along with Shippo while Inuyasha and Miroku were sprawled out comfortably on a large blue blanket on the floor.
The Tv was on, but no one was really watching. Inuyasha and Miroku were picking on each other about the...incident as they had decided to call it. Inuyasha was calling Miroku a sissy, faggot, cocksucker, while Miroku was trying to convince the dog demon that it hadn't been your average everyday squirrel - it had been a rabid, demonic, uncannily wise squirrel that desperately needed anger management and perhaps therapy and medication. Laying sideways on her bed, feet dangling off the end Sango was also trying to convince Inuyasha that he shouldn't be such a gay-basher because it was not nice.
Kagome was propped up on her pillows, her legs stretched out in front of her, one ankle resting on it's own pillow, while she read peacefully.
Shippo was on another ice run. Not because anyone really needed it, but Inuyasha was a dick, as Sango so poetically put it after he made shippo scamper off to the kitchen for about the fifth time.
It was a steamy romance novel that wasn't really all that well written, but it was still interesting enough to read to chapter eight, of which Kagome had just started on.
When Inuyasha was done insulting Miroku he turned his attention to Kagome who had been silent for the whole verbal exchange.
"What are you reading?" He asked.
"Not sure." She replied. "But it involves gum and whipped cream..."
They all gave Kagome a peculiar look, but decided to let it go.
"Right..." Said Sango. "Miroku, I was wondering why you brought us here."
"Yeah me too." Inuyasha added, turning over on his stomach so he could see Miroku better.
"I just thought a little vacation would be good for us. I hadn't been aware that their were ill-spirited possessed animals roaming the place." Miroku answered thoughtfully, glancing at his abused foot.
"Well." Sango stretched happily. "You may have done something right for once, Houshi."
Miroku smiled charmingly at her.
" I just wish we could have taken pictures." Sango added, stifling laughter as she recalled Miroku's wild dance with the squirrel. "Hey, Inuyasha. Why don't we call him dances with squirrels?"
Kagome laughed at that and agreed full heartedly, ignoring Miroku's pitiful protests, that the new name was all too perfect.
Inuyasha grinned wildly, fully intending to haunt Miroku with it for the rest of his life.
Kagome put her book down. "I can't wait to tell your grandchildren that story." She giggled.
Miroku brightened considerably. "If you really can't wait why don't we get started?" He reasoned logically.
Sango picked up Kagome's discarded cheap romance novel and aimed at his head. She missed and nailed Inuyasha squarely between the eyes.
Inuyasha picked up a pillow and hurled it at her. Miroku defended Sango by picking up the same pillow and tossing it back at the hanyou.
Just for the hell of it Inuyasha beat Kagome with a long, frilly pillow, which she immediately responded to by grabbing the one behind her head and beating him unmercifully with it.
It wasn't long before they had waged an all out pillow war. A broken lamp and five headaches later they all collapsed onto a random bed, laying short ways on their bellies.
Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo on one, and Miroku and Sango on the other.
"You suck." Kagome informed Inuyasha.
"I suck? Your not the one the lamp broke on." he retorted, hiding his uneasiness. She was laying a little too close to him, and her cheeks were flushed attractively, and her sweat was as loud in his nose as her labored breathing was in his ears.
He was devising the proper insult when she, so nonchalantly the others didn't give her a second glance, reached up with the hand closest to him and massaged one of his ears. He forgot how to speak while she traced the fuzzy outline of his ears.
This seemed to content her, so he tried to relax his tensed body and ignore her, although he was throughly enjoyed the massage.
Apparently Miroku had tried to do a little massaging himself, but not on Sango's ears. The resounding echo of flesh on flesh made Kagome drop her hand where it dangled off the edge of the bed.
Inuyasha tried to mentally move her hand back to it's previous position. And then he mentally tried to beat himself in the head with another lamp. He needed to come up with an excuse to move. His brain told his body to get up, he was too relaxed, but his body wasn't responding. It was too comfortable.
But luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, Sango stood up, glared at Miroku and then down at herself.
"Man, I'm all sweaty now. Come on Kagome let's go find the bath."
The space beside him was suddenly cold and empty when Kagome agreed happily and pushed herself up.
The baths were weird. No showers, just large tubs with bamboo like fences surrounding each one. Sango got in one, Kagome in the other.
When they finished with their baths, each girl was feeling good from the hot water therapy. When they entered their rooms, the boys were crashed on their beds, dead asleep.
Kagome glanced at the clock. It was ten P.M.
Sango must have been looking at the clock as well because she whispered, "Too early for me."
Kagome nodded and then grinned wickedly at her friend. She whispered for Sango to wait a minute, and then tip-toed out of the room.
When she returned she had markers and whipped cream, and an assortment of make-up with her.
She set her items down, letting Sango grab a select few before she took some and got to work on Inuyasha while Sango got Miroku.
When they were done they each admired the others work.
Both Inuyasha and Miroku were sporting painted lips, and eyeshadow according to what they were wearing. Inuyasha was done up with eyeliner, and Miroku's cheeks were a nice rosy pink color.
On Inuyashas's forehead the words: I love miroku, was written.
On Miroku's were the words: I love Inuyasha.
Whipped cream was placed in their hands quite neatly, and they were both rocking bright pink nail polish.
The girls stifled laughter that was dying to get out while they snapped mental pictures and then left quietly.
When they were back in the living room, they collapsed on the couch and giggled insanely.
"I do not want to be around when Inuyasha wakes up." Kagome smiled.
"I just want a camera. Really, really bad." Sango chimed in.
When their laughter died down to occasional spurts of giggles they turned on the Tv and watched old black and white movies (Or more like laughed, and made fun of them) until two in the morning.
Kagome yawned and asked Sango where they were gonna sleep since the guys were in their beds.
"I guess we'll just take their room for tonight." Sango suggested, running her fingers through her long, still damp hair.
"My hairs gonna look like crap in the morning." Kagome informed Sango, but she didn't feel like drying it, so she just pulled it into a messy bun.
"Yeah, mine too. But who cares?" Sango pulled hers into a low ponytail just before she collapsed into Miroku's bed.
Kagome climbed into Inuyashas.
"Hey, Sango?" Kagome called hesitantly in the dark.
"Mmm?" Sango murmured back, signaling Kagome that she was listening.
"What's the story with Inuyasha?" Kagome propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at Sango's form buried beneath the dark red comforter. "Like, what happened to his parents? Did they...did they die protecting my family too?"
Sango was silent for a while, and Kagome wondered if she had fallen asleep.
"Inuyasha's dad was a very well respected person. But...he took a human wife, and it's weird, you know? Stupid shit like that matters to people, even though it shouldn't. No one really liked it that a human and a demon were together. Inu's dad made a lot of enemy's simply by falling in love." Sango rolled over and adjusted her pillow.
"Especially since he was in such a high position of power. The Higurashi's didn't mind though. Even though it bothered people, no one did anything about it except talk. Until Inuyasha was born, that is. Humans and demons alike talked about killing Inuyasha and his parents, but it was Naraku that finally did it, he or one of his followers killed Inuyashas dad because he was trying to protect Inuyasha." Here Sango paused and sighed sadly. Kagome waited fir the rest of the story with wide eyes.
"You see, Naraku had this idea planted in his head that he was going to marry your older sister, Kikyou...but she and Inuyasha had this thing for each other, even though they were only like fourteen. And well...things progressed from there. It was all pretty complicated." Sango finished off sadly.
Kagome felt like crying, but instead she whispered "Good night." to Sango and turned over and forced her eyes shut and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Sango laid back down and whispered back, "Sweet dreams Kagome-chan."
Unfortunately for the girls, they slept late, and the boys didn't.
A/N:
Hey you guys! I'm not dead and I haven't given up on this fic. I am SO, SO, SO sorry for being such a slacker. Ahaha...? This was pretty much a silly, frivolous chapter because I wanted friendship bonds to strengthen with the characters. That and I kinda wanted to write something a little silly and frivolous. You might want to skim over earlier chapters to refresh your mind a little. I had to...
Thanks so freaking much for all the reviews! I could hardly believe that I broke a hundred reviews. I seriously went into shock. That's why I couldn't write! You guys sent me straight to the hospital! Ha. I feel so bad I'll probably write and post the next chapter really soon, but if you want to see what's going on with my fics go see my profile page, I explained everything there.
And so no one asks me anymore: Yes! I borrowed the basic plot line from the animated movie Anastasia! I thought I made that clear but I guess I must not have. Again, I am so sorry for such a long absence! I really appreciate all the reviews and I read them all and take them all to heart. I hope I didn't loose any readers...that would be sad. Anyways, I heart you guys and I really hope I hear from you soon! If I had the time I would personally respond to all of them...but I don't so I hope that doesn't offend anyone? Later!
--Squeaky