Disclaimer: UGH! I have this sneaking suspision that Rumiko Takahashi goes on every day just to read the disclaimers in every fanfic! Well, hardy har har Takahashi-san, here's another...just for your enjoyment. blows a raspberry I don't own Inuyasha OKAY? Shessh. Stupid law.
A/N Well, after that wonderful...urm...Disclaimer, Its the author's note. Wheee... sarcastic cheer Well, I'm pleased to find that there are 31 (at least now) reviews. Whoots! non-sarcastic cheers Well, I like treating Author's notes as my own personal blog so listen to my jib jabberin. HAH. flicks reader's foreheads tauntingly
Newayz, I went to my Fwend's Partaeee/sleepover. Roasted Marshmallows in the microwave...watched "Man of the House (Insert "tm" symbol here)" and well, messed on the computer, totally cheated at this game...and slept at 5:30 am. Whoots. tired face
And now its back to schoolllllll...yawns I can't believe it. Its totally evil...EVIL. I know...I hate it too. But I still went totally insane-a-rific and scared all my fwends. cheers
Heh, that's a long enough blog (AKA Author's note) And well, I'll do the routine "thank-you-for-reviewing" now.
THANKS FOR TAKING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST MOMENT TO REVIEW! Lol, your reviews are making my head big. chuckles maniacally but don't stop reviewing! Cuz that's what keeps me from giving up on this fic. I'm so flattered. I can't believe that one person actually went on the search thing just to search for my story! And all you ppl sooo friggin rock!
Oh and if your offended because I flicked your forehead, don't be; I'm very sowwie-ful.
Oh and this is the answer to one of the questions in my reviews: Osuwari means "Sit".
Ugh, that was an UBER long A/N...too long perhaps, for your likings...Well, don't go away cuz the chapter's finally starting cheers and here we gooo...
In the immortal words of Bugs Bunny: (when was the last time I did this? Chpt 1?)
"On with the show this is it!"
Last time when we left off...
Inuyasha growled as he picked himself from the ground, Kagome footsteps had died away into the distance. He would make her go out with him, and he would have another trophy in his chest. And it would be Kagome.
He would do it tomorrow.
Chapter Six: She thinks, she faints.
Miroku winced as he felt a stinging pain on the back of his head. He turned around, his hands in his air in defence as he stared at the fuming woman in front of him. He rubbed his head softly, wincing as he did so; sure that part of his skin had been wacked off.
"Itai..."
Sango glared at him menacingly, "Miroku you hentai! I told you to KEEP THE FRIGGIN HANDS AWAYY..."
Miroku smiled innocently, "But Sango you're so beautiful and I can't keep my hands away from your-"
"Will you keep your hands away or do I have to rip them off?"
Miroku mentally winced as he pictured a life without hands. It wasn't worth it. "Al'right , you win. But how will I pleasure you when-" (a/n suggestive, but it isn't what you think...or is it?)
Slap.
Miroku fainted.
Sango huffled angrily and sat down on the couch. Footsteps decended down the stairs.
"Hey Haku."
Kohaku's head bobbed to the music of his cd-player as he casually stepped over Miroku lying unconcious on the ground.
Sango gave him a frosty glare as she ripped the ear phones out of his ears. "You're so spoiled Kohaku! You're supposed to bow and go, 'Konichiwa, Oh-nee san.' When I say Hi."
Kohaku sighed irritately as he bowed, "Konichiwa, Oh-nee san. Can I have my CD-player back noww?"
Sango opened her mouth to add to the fact that he was supposed to wait for her approving nod before saying anything else, but thought better of it. She glanced at the screen of the CD-player before looking at Kohaku. "Are you listening to those sissy songs again?"
Kohaku rolled his eyes, "Mika likes a sensitive man."
"Again with Mika?" Sango hesitated before handing back the disc-player. "Well, at least she doesn't like guys who listen to ballroom music or hillbillies..."
Kohaku sighed, "She does." He went to put on his shoes before warily adding, "And english love songs." He opened the door and left.
Sango stared after her retreated brother's back for a while before turning to the unconsious Miroku lying on the ground.
"Hmm...back yet?" Miroku stirred a slight bit before opening a slit of his eyes to check around for anyone who might've seen him in his...eh hem...delicate state.
The dinnerlight cast a small shadow across the dinner table as three Higurashies (Lol, Funny plural...I totally ruined the "dinnerlight" mood didn't I?) sat at a dinnertable, quietly eating the only sounds were the slight crunch of the munching on the food and the occaisional light conversation.
Kagome looked at her mother suspiciously, her mom was itching to tell her something horrible, she could feel it in her bones.
"Ahem."
Souta and Kagome exchanged suspicious glances before looking back at their mother who had set her chopsticks carefully beside her soup. They both tensed up, not knowing who Korari was targetting at this time.
"So...Kagome, how'd you like Rin that other day?" Souta released a sigh before leaning back comfortably, it was Kagome at target.
Kagome cast a strange look at her mother and made her answer light and careful. "Umm...she was nice."
Korari gave a wide smile, and released a nervous breath. "Well, that's wonderful!" She exclaimed gleefully.
Kagome looked at Souta strangely before shifted her gaze back to her mother. "It is?"
"Well, Obaa-san phoned today; she wants me to go to Canada to visit her and to finalize the will plans..."
"Oh cool! We get to miss school!" Souta piped up, dropping his chopsticks into the soup.
"Umm...not really, so well...umm well, I'm leaving tomorrow and well...eh hem...well...Rin offered to take care of me for you."
Kagome eyed her mother warily. "So we're living in Rin's house."
Korari bit her lip before answering in a quiet voice. "No...her fiance's...my good friend Izayoi's house."
Suddenly the whole house became silent as Souta and Korari both looked at Kagome, waiting for her answer. She closed her eyes and opened them again. (Also known as blinking... ;) "For-for how long?"
"A month."
Thud.
Souta chuckled nervously, "You totally killed Kagome with that one."
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Sango sat on the sofa as she sucked the last bit of orange juice out of her cup. It was night and again, Sango was left alone; her father at a demon-slayer's meeting and Kohaku, at another school party. She was alone, or partially, if you count Miroku who was attacking a piece of chocolate chip, rather viciously; you could say.
Sango looked outside the window, deep in thought. Miroku made another go at the chocolate chip, the chocolate piece slipping from his fingers again and rolling onto the table. He sighed before attempting to grab it again.
Sango looked a Miroku before shaking her head sadly. "I've been thinking...about Inuyasha and Kagome..."
"Oh?" Miroku looked up quickly before looking down again at the chocolate chip.
"Yeah, about them. I think...well, I think they're meant to be together...really."
"How so?" Miroku took a stab at it again before it slipping gracefully out of his fingers again. He huffed; fustrated.
"Well, for one..." Sango tapped her chin as if to tap her lost thought back into her brain again. "Kagome's beautiful and Inuyasha's not-that-bad looking either."
"Uh...well, duh."
Sango glared at him before replying. "Yeah, and well...I just think that Kagome's the one person who will be able to change Inuyasha's playboy habits."
"Oh, well, how will you go about bringing them together?"
"Well, I don't know really...I want to lock them into a closet and hope they'll reconcile or something...But I guess I'll just convince Kagome to go out with Inuyasha..." She trailed off, looking up just in time to see Miroku miss again at the crumb again. "Butterfingers." Sango reached over and picked up the crumb from the table and dropped it into her mouth.
"Hey...!" Miroku glared frostly at Sango who was deep in thought. He shrugged and went into the kitchen to get himself another cookie.
Sango watched Miroku's retreving back for a moment before sighing. "Besides, they're already betrothed." She sighed and rested her head onto her chin. "Aunt Korari, how long do you think you can keep this fact away from them?"
A/N: DUNN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...lolz. Cliffffyyyyy...Well, sorta...Well, the best cliffy yet... Newayz. How'd you like it? Well, personally I'm happy with this chapter. I made something happen! Like its not like before...where it's all...guy-bashing and fun stuff with NOTHING important. Newayz, you're all probably wondering, 'oh geez, another plot where two people are forced to marry and then fall in love. yawn' Well, all I can tell you is; you're in for a hell of a ride. This isn't your typical 'arranged marriage' fic.
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Bee. (hope you don't crush me cuz Yash didn't appear in this chpt.)
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