Catse: Hello everyone! It's me! Catse! This is a story I wasn't exactly planning on writing,but it popped into my head one day and I just figured, what the hell, it's short, it's funny, and it'll work. So here is the first chapter of, Inu Gets a Job. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Cat: I do not yet own the wonderful story of Inuyasha or it's characters, but I will search, and dig, and look for the copyright deeds ofit! I will! Hahahahahahahahah!
Me: Oops...sorry about that. My alternate personality just had chocolate an now she's running wild.
Cat: Am not. Hahahahahahahaahaha!
Me: Right...Yeah, I know. I'm crazy. But anyways, let the story begin!
"Get back here Kagome!" Inuyasha shouted with a mouth full of dirt as he watched the green fuku skirt disappear over the well.
"Be back in two weeks Inuyasha!" The well replied, as a brilliant glow erupted from it and she disappeared.
"I do believe that you broke your last record of forty-five seconds to get into an argument and end it with a sit." Miroku added the obvious, smiling from his seat on a fallen tree log. Shippo sat near him on the ground, sucking on a lolly pop Kagome had left him, with Sango on the other side of the log, cleaning her boomerang.
Inuyasha pulled himself off the ground, displeased to find his face had made a clone of itself in the hard clay ground, and marched away to sulk.
Miroku sighed and shook his head, knowing what would happen next. The hanyou would sulk, think about things, probably wonder how he could possibly have been stuck in a situation where his lover's reincarnation had the power to make him do tricks like a dog, and then go through the well when no one was looking in order to retrieve his so called "shard detector". Miroku had seen it many times before. In fact, he had actually gotten into the habit of counting down the time to Inuyasha's disappearance, having even created his own hiding spot to watch the hanyou from without being seen. Of course Shippo and Sango found out about it, and told him that if they couldn't join him there at the right time, then they would tell Inuyasha of their findings. Miroku was still not sure how the two were able to blackmail a smart monk like him so easily. It had to be a womanly quality that could be passed down to the children if they were around them too long. How he loved women! So perplexing! So confusing! Such nice hips!
"Houshi you hentai!" The screech echoed across the plain, and Shippo had to cover his ears to protect them from deafening.
Miroku reached up and touched the reddening slap mark on his cheek with the same hand he had touched the softest area of Sango with.
The demon exterminator herself had risen and left, leaving heavy little foot holes in the ground where she had practically beaten in the clay with her feet.
"Miroku. Will you ever learn?" Shippo inquired, shaking his head as he returned back to tinkering with his spin top. It had broken yesterday, and he was hoping to have it finished so he could come up with a few more tricks to show Kagome with.
"My dear boy, learning is for the able. Therefore, I must learn all the time. Excuse me while I go to continue my lessons in the village."
The monk stood and left, leaving Shippo with a sort of annoyed look on his face. 'Better run for cover Sango. He's coming.' Then another thought graced his head, and his lips turned up in a smile. 'On second thought. You better run Miroku. I have a feeling it's not going to be pretty if you come to her now.' With that, Shippo continued his spin top, not even noticing, except for the soft smell of ramen, that the hanyou had disappeared from his sulking spot, and had jumped over the well after the girl from the future.
Kagome sighed as she lugged her huge yellow pack into the house, dropping it heavily on the living room floor as she worked on emptying it of it's heavy contents. Her brother came in and noticed her burden, and then, feeling sorry for his sister, began to help her in taking the items out. Grandpa Higurashi came in a moment after and walked by Kagome completely, not even noticing she was there.
It was a few minutes later when Mrs. Higurashi came out of the kitchen and announced dinner was ready.
Kagome sat, eyeing the meal set before them with watering tastebudds. It wasn't Oden, as she had wanted, but the tempura her mother had fixed wasn't displeasing.
She ate enthusiastically, receiving strange glances from her grandfather as he wondered when she had arrived home.
Then, once finished, she marched her now empty yellow sack up the stairs, and into her room. The previous argument still rang in her ears, and because of her headache, she wasn't exactly in the mood for talk.
"But we have to find the shards Kagome! Have you forgotten about Naraku!" Inuyasha had shouted, arousing an anger in Kagome that was always there for her use.
"How dare you say that Inuyasha! I haven't forgotten! I can't forget! I hate Naraku just as much as you do! But I can't stay here all the time! I have a life in my time, and school, and duties I have to take care of there! I can't keep staying here for such long periods!" Kagome shouted back.
"Forget all of that. You should stay here. Then you wouldn't have to worry about that stupid school, or those stupid exams you say you always have to take. Stay here and you won't have to worry anymore!"
"Inuyasha! Here isn't any better! I'm always pressured in either finding the jewels or running from Demons! I need a break!"
"You broke it in the first place! You have to deal with it! Stop running away!"
"Inuyasha…Sit!"
Why had he said that? Of course she knew it was her duty to find the shards. That was one of the main reasons she kept on going back and forth between the well. But she wasn't a machine. She couldn't keep on going night and day, looking for shards that probably no longer existed in weak demons. Naraku most likely had the most of it, Kouga had a few, and then her and her party had the rest. It wasn't like she was missing anything. They hadn't located a weak demon in weeks that possessed a jewel shard, and she really doubted there would be anymore.
"Inuyasha…you butthead. Why can't you be a little more understanding for a fifteen year old that holds the fate of the times on her shoulders, huh? Why can't you?" A tear traced her cheek and she wiped it away, cursing herself for being so weak as to cry about nothing.
Then, figuring a shower would help clear her depression, she disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom.
Catse: Yeah I know. Compared to my usual, this was short. But, compared to my usual, each chapter after this will most likely get longer and longer the farther into the story I get. But anyways, I will try to update the next chapter as soon as I can, and I will not delay on the weekly updates to Dance of Swords 2. I will not, I will not, I will not. (Excuse that, Cat went wild again...heheheheheh)
