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Chapter 3: Tickle fights!

I remember waking up to hear peace and quiet. It was the weekend and I had no reason to put my alarm clock on. And to my displeasure; the sound of typing came riding to my ears like small title waves crashing against the sand as my ears woke up to reality. Damn. I was enjoying that quiet thank you very much.

I grumbled as I turned around to meet the predictable seen in front of me, like I've seen oh so many times. Kikyo, on my computer… again. Oh how I hated having a computer in my room most times. Or having a computer period!

I really didn't mind her on my computer much. I mean I only use it to write stories and update things or read. But it's the fact that she uses it to put her slutty pictures in MY files and talked on msn for hours. And at the beginning, she was the one who told me I should get off the computer and start walking around with her. What sense was that? And she never asked. Not even at the beginning. Just came over here and ran on it quickly to chat with people. "But I need to tell them I won't be on for a few weeks." She said one time when she was grounded for skipping. Whoopee… you're going to talk to them here anyways, what's the point? "But, we're sisters. We share everything." Ha! That's bull. I forgot to tell you.

When we met we found out that we had the same interests as one another. But our personalities, body shape, and social files were all but opposite. She started saying that I was her twin. Sure it was fun when it was then. But this is now. And things are getting real old. And she keeps talking about the same things over and over again. And another thing… she's too girly for my liking.

My eyelids were still heavy and I opened them to get rid of the blurriness from sleep. Blinking about eighty times my vision came more clearly to see the back of Kikyo's head. Gah… why must I always put up with her? I guess it's because I'm a nice person? I have a problem with that sometimes. I hate being too generous. But I can't help it. I think it's because I don't want to loose any friends. But that's kind of hard when I snap at them sometimes. That's probably the only mean thing I'll ever do.

I just don't understand myself most times. I don't even think anyone else knows what I'm really like. I'm really complicated. My mom gets frustrated with me because I'm so stubborn. All I have is unexplained theories of how and why I'm like this.

I was suppose to be a boy when I was in my mothers whom. And somewhere along the lines I came out a girl. I think that's why I'm not as girly as I should be. And I almost died from heart failure at birth. Which wouldn't be so bad. I mean, it could have been a good thing. And I was a surprise baby. Almost like baby Jesus. But I eventually found out that it was because my mother's pregnancy pills didn't work. Well that's comforting. She didn't even want me in the first place. I don't even believe in Jesus anyways. And I guess she loves me anyways, because she's so protective of me now. I'm sixteen and she still doesn't want me to grow up. Well I hate to break it to her now but I've basically grown up over the past few years of total frustration and stress.

Sango was a surprise baby too. Her mother is now about thirty-three today and she was on the pregnancy pill with her. She even used a condom. I guess that's why Sango's such a tough fighter.

It is now 10:34 AM and I am in the kitchen eating a beagle. I asked Kikyo if she wanted to come down and eat one with me but she had to refuse because, you know, she's anorexic. Not really. People think she's anorexic because she so damn skinny. But she's on medication because of AD/HD. And those pills make her full. Come to think of it, she takes a lot of pills. Ritalin, Lack toss in tolerants, and the AD/HD's that I don't even know the name of. That's a lot of drugs. And add that stupid weed she does "Marijuana", "Mary Jane", whatever you'd want to call it. And cigarettes. Yeah that's a lot of stupid drugs right there. And the worst part of it is, she knows what she's getting into.

But anyways, she refuses to eat. I kinda think she's faking it. Or it could be because she's so used to the food her mom makes from scratch.

11:00 AM. I guess I could go back up and tell her to get off now. I bet she's been on there since six o clock this morning. She gets up earlier than me. And some people I know would probably wake up to her moving around. But knowing me, I sleep like a rock.

I opened the door to my room and met de ja veu again. "Kikyo, time to get off the computer now." I said as I walked over to my dresser.

"Kay, Kay just one sec." She said as she waved her hand. I knew what that meant. "No, I'm talking to people."

I started to feel hot bubbling sensations in my stomach as I glared at her back, "I said get off, Kikyo!" I yelled.

"Hold on!" She said, almost as loud as I was a moment ago. That's when I lost it. I ran over to the computer and threatened to turn it off.

"Ok, ok, I'm getting off. Do you mind if I say goodbye to everyone first?" She stared at me in annoyance. I sometimes wondered how she dared to do that when it was my property in the first place. I kept my finger hovering over the off button, watching her to make sure she got off.

"Thank you." I said after she got off and I walked back over to my dresser. She went to her bag and took out all her bracelets that she had took off the night before and started to put them on.

It was random to know just what Saturdays she'd choose to want to spend with me after our little sleepovers. Usually when she was packing up like that it meant that she had to go home because her mother wanted her back. But sometimes I'd guess wrong and she was only packing to get her things ready for when she went home. And stayed here with me, and we'd go out for a walk or something.

Thankfully she was packing to go home. And I walked her to the door. Normally I wouldn't walk her to the door and was being too lazy, so she called me. But it was really because I was too relieved to get rid of her I didn't want to spend another second in her presence.

While she started down my shrine steps I waved from my door and yelled my goodbyes and went back into the house. After closing the door I stood in the hallway staring at nothing. I had to think about what I was going to wear today.

I ran up to my room and searched my clothing.

My white shirt from Stitches looked cool enough for today. With the word "Angel" written in sparkly pink. With the same color rose underneath it that had big angel wings on each side of it, which were also glittery but a more bluish color. Decorated with a gray ribbon that writes "Peace" and "Love" on each side of the rose. And my pretty black cotton jeans with its many pockets decorated all over. Giving it a unique flavor that matches my personality.

I decided to wear a few studded bracelets (the only bracelets I owned). And my gothic-like necklace with a greenish hue marble stuck in the center. Revealing a lovely fairy sitting on top of the marble. While I got ready, I danced around my room and rocked out as I listened my play list that was on my computer that included Sum41, Pearl Jam, System of a down and Puddle of Mudd. Always got to get pumped up before leaving the house.

11:42 AM. Perfect.

I walked to WacDonald's in fifteen minutes. Just in time to arrive the same time Sango did. I laughed. She was wearing her black shirt that had a silver skull on the front. The same one I owned. And as always, she never left the house without her leather jacket. And same as me she would never leave the house without her black eyeliner.

"Nice shirt." I said as I grinned. Sango grinned back. "Thanks." She said, as sarcastic sounding as I was a minute ago. One day at school I ran into her and we realized that we both were wearing that shirt that day. We said the exact same words that day from then on every time we wore it.

"So is Miroku going to meet us here or are we suppose to go to his house?" I asked. She looked at me, "He wants me to grab him a WacDeal. Told me he'd pay me back for it. So we're going to get him his 'treat' since he's actually been a good boy this week and we'll just have see what I might have to do to his ass if he doesn't pay me back." She said as she rolled her eyes. I laughed, "Ok. Let's go then." I said as I pulled her stubborn ass into the restaurant. We grabbed the WacDeal and walked the five-minute walk to his house.

"Hello, Ladies." Miroku's famous sly grin worked its way trough his perverted face as he greeted us.

"Don't ever call me a lady, Miroku," I glared at him as I threw the WacDeal into his chest, hard. He grunted from the collision of my fist nearly sacking him in the ribs, if it wasn't for the WacDeal that saved his day. "I thought I already told you that." I said as I walked into the house. Sango came in behind me and threw her fist in his face, pointing accusingly at him, "You'd better pay me back bouzo." She whispered harshly at him. He just gave her another one of his sly smiles. But went to his earlier state of rubbing his chest and making a sour face, "That hurt you know." He slightly yelled back my way.

"Good." I said, turning my head to look at him and sat down on the couch.

"So what do you want to do?" Sango said after we all sat down on the couch. Miroku sat in the middle of us. And Sango and I both glared mischievously over at Miroku. Giving each other glances in approval and understanding Miroku gripped his WacDeal for dear life.

"I'm not going to like this, aren't I?" He said, making both of us grin deeply.

"Nope!" We both said as we clobbered him. Sango took lead of course. Holding him down with her weight as she tickled him in his sensitive spot. I didn't have the strength to help her because I couldn't stop laughing at how hilarious his girlish cries were. I was rolling on the ground holding my stomach as I watched Sango tickle him to death. I came to realize that his WacDeal wasn't going to survive the fight as it lay almost underneath him when he dropped it. While he struggled to break free of Sango's wrath he rolled over it. I grabbed it quickly and set it on the coffee table, still unable to get rid of the giggles crashing in my throat.

Then suddenly, Miroku found a way to finally break free of Sango and pushed her off and attacked me. Sending me to fall on my back he went on the same position Sango went on him and started tickling me in MY sensitive spot. I hate being tickled. But look what I get for helping to plot a tickle fest. Revenge was my penalty.

Sango tried to pull him off me, and I secretly pitied her for doing so. It helped him in HIS plot of revenge. He let her pull him back to that he could throw her back down on her back. He then fell on top of her and something happened. Or something didn't happen. Because to my astonishment they just sat there. He wasn't tickling her. I sat up to see them gazing at each other with serious faces. My curious stare turned into an amused smirk. I've always known they liked each other.

"Ahem…" Someone's voice had interrupted the silence between the three of us. We all suddenly looked to the left to see Miroku's Uncle Mushin standing behind the couch gazing down at the couple with a smirk hanging from his baggy old skinned lips. Which hid underneath that mustache of his.

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Ahaha, funny funny. Lol just felt like putting something humorous in there. Got nothing else to say but to make sure you review if you liked it.