Disclaimer: Own Inuyasha? It's not happening. –Ten million years later– –sigh– Still not happening...
A/N Hello all! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! And Happy Second Birthday to King of the Hill! Yes, I know it's sad and that I've only updated this story like...once in the past year, but that will all change soon! I was just adjusting to my new home and lifestyle here at university these past four to five months and now I'm ready to get back in the saddle again. I had a hard time, and have decided to switch faculty and programs from Science–Physics to Arts–General to pursue areas of more interest to me. In any case, here I am.
Congratulations to harualea for being the 1200th reviewer and to Boylover929 for being the 1300th reviewer!
P.S. Praise and flattering comments get you further with people –cough–me–cough– than threats.
P.S.S. I can't believe I beat a certain author bearing a name starting with 'K' and ending in 'ealilah'. I am thoroughly ashamed of her. –pointed look–
A loud banging roused a groggy Inuyasha early the next morning. Cursing under his breath, he cracked open his bleary eyes and peered over at his alarm clock.
"... ... ... ...Bloody 'ell... Fibe dirty inh de mornin'..." was all he got out before his face slammed into his pillow again, preparing for another few hours of sleep.
But the sleep Gods were not smiling down kindly on Inuyasha that morning. The banging continued. "Goddamm–yyaaaahhh," Inuyasha yawned in the middle of his curse word. "S'not natural..."
With a grunt and a burst of willpower, Inuyasha succeeded in falling to the floor, tangled in his sheets. "S'not worth it..." he decided when his limbs refused to move anymore. But try as he might to ignore it, the noise persisted and increased in volume... It sounded like someone was trying to break down their condo door.
"DARESHI!" a voice roared.
"Not...here right now..." Inuyasha mumbled, half asleep. "Leave a message..."
"What the hell is that?" Kouga's voice drifted in, a little more coherent than Inuyasha's own, but no more awake.
"Sounds like we have a visitor," Miroku's wry voice piped up. "And it sounds that if one of us doesn't let them in soon, we'll also have a broken door on our hands."
"So go answer it," Kouga answered back, his tone making it very clear that he himself was going nowhere.
A sigh was heard and the shuffling footsteps of Miroku, who was ever more of a morning person than the other two, made their way towards the disturbance. The banging abruptly ceased as Miroku opened the door with a creak. "Why are–oh. What are you doing here at this time of the morning? And why do you have that?" Miroku's was heard, filled with strained politeness.
"Where is Dareshi?" a familiar voice snarled. There were sounds of Miroku being shoved out of the way as the intruder stormed into the condo and made his way towards the bedrooms. Inuyasha vaguely heard his door slam open and footsteps make their way towards him. "Inuyasha...where is your goddamned brother?" the same voice growled.
"Hhhnnn..." was all Inuyasha said as he rolled over, turning his back to the stranger.
"Really, what is the meaning of this?" Miroku asked, his tone no longer polite.
The intruder took a few deep breaths. "His...his brother... That...that...ugh, where is he, Dareshi?"
When a pillow slammed down on his face, Inuyasha finally decided he could no longer ignore the disruption, no matter how badly he wanted to go back to sleep. "What th' 'ell?" he demanded groggily as he opened his eyes once again. The sight of Naraku standing above him woke him up fully and he sprang to his feet. "Gah! What're you doing here? ...And why do you have pizza with you?"
"Got a new job as pizza delivery or sum'n'?" Kouga asked sleepily as he entered the room as well.
Naraku shook with barely suppressed rage. "No!" he snapped. Pointing at Inuyasha, he snarled, "Your brother had twenty-two of these delivered to my condo at two thirty in the morning! I want his head!"
Inuyasha blinked. "I think he's using it right now..."
"And it really wouldn't go with your outfit," Miroku piped up helpfully.
"Where is he?" Naraku demanded once again, slowly and meticulously, his lips twitching.
Inuyasha shrugged. "How should I know? He's always moving around... I haven't seen him since early yesterday afternoon."
"Hang on," Miroku cut in. "How do you even know they were from Sesshoumaru? Anyone could have sent these pizzas."
"Oh, it was him," Naraku said confidently. "Just look at this!" He shoved the pizza box towards Miroku.
Upon opening it, Miroku saw that there was writing on the top of the pizza via little cinnamon heart candies: OMG, we're so totally like your biggest fans ever! Enjoy!
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "Seems like it's from some fangirls... Where did you get the notion it was from Sesshoumaru?"
"Oh, it's from him alright!" Naraku insisted. "Who says 'OMG' and 'so totally like' in a message?"
"Um...crazy fan girls...?" Kouga took a stab.
"Oh, no... No, no, no... Only he could have done this..." There was a mad glint in Naraku's eyes.
"Rrrrriiiigghht..." Miroku said slowly, eyeing Naraku warily.
Inuyasha was just staring at his rival blankly. "You're messed up," he said finally.
Naraku let out another animalistic snarl before snatching the pizza back. "You'll see! Mark my words, it was him!" With that, he shoved his way past Kouga and made his exit out of the boys' condo.
"Sesshoumaru's really messing with his head, isn't he?" Kouga said while scratching his head.
"Yeah..." Miroku responded. "Remind me never to get on his bad side..."
"Anyways, Inuyasha," Kouga said. "We should probably just get ready for the day and get some early warmup skiing done."
Inuyasha yawned loudly. "Yeah, you're probably right. Man, what a horrific wake up call..." he muttered as he headed for the bathroom.
The boys quickly got washed and dressed before starting to suit up for the day. Once they were all bundled up, they grabbed their skis and poles and headed out so they could go collect the girls. They were just clunking down the stairs when Naraku rudely shoved past them with a haughty air. He looked smug about something. However, that expression changed as he opened the condo door at the bottom level to see a crowd of reporters standing outside. They were all focused on the man in front of them, Sesshoumaru, who currently had his back to them. But as soon as the condo door opened, all attention was turned to the new arrivals and Sesshoumaru greeted Naraku with an almost jovial air.
"And here is the generous fellow now!" he announced and then smoothly melted away into the crowd that quickly advanced and surrounded a now confused Naraku.
Naraku didn't have to wait long for someone to clear up his baffled thoughts. A pushy female reporter with frayed brown hair and star-studded glasses shoved a microphone in his face and asked hurriedly, "Is Sesshoumaru Dareshi correct? Is it true you have promised to donate five thousand dollars to a children's charity of your choosing?"
"I–er...WHAT?" Naraku shrieked, a look of absolute horror on his face.
Sesshoumaru reappeared at his shoulder without warning. "Mr. Querei here didn't expect his intentions to be made public so soon," he explained breezily to the press. "But I felt it absolutely essential that his fans truly know the greatness of his character. I'm sure anyone would agree with me."
As Naraku gaped at him like a fish, the reporters, if possible, crowded in even closer.
"What prompted you to suddenly contribute this generous donation?" asked a man with a bushy moustache and rather large bald patch on the crown of his head. "For a seventeen year old FIS racer with no time for an extra job, this is quite a sum you're letting go of, and yet you still found it in your heart to think of the children!"
"Uhh...yeah..." Naraku said wide-eyed, swallowing a few times to wet his dried-out throat. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to play along as he plotted Sesshoumaru's demise in his head. "I...like children... They're small...and then...they grow...um..."
"Naraku believes that the children are our future and we should cherish and love them, and aide their circumstances as much as possible," Sesshoumaru interpreted smoothly.
Tears sprung to a few of the reporters' eyes as even more questions assaulted the pair and no one noticed as three other boys squeezed through the crowd and left the scene behind them.
"That was...interesting," Kouga said for lack of a better word as the boys started making their way towards the girls' condo.
"Huh," was all Inuyasha had to say about the situation.
"Holy cow..." Miroku breathed, looking around. "The snow really came down hard last night! We'll be lucky if the race hill's groomed down in time... The ski racks over at the lodge are halfway buried!"
"Yeah, you're right," Inuyasha agreed. "That was quite a snowfall."
Miroku's look of awe turned sly in a blink of an eye as he shot a sideways glance at his friend. "Tch...not like you noticed. You were just a bit preoccupied, huh?" He noted with satisfaction that Inuyasha's cheeks immediately brightened to a rosy colour that he suspected had nothing to do with the cold day.
"I–I don't know what you're talking about," Inuyasha stammered while looking everywhere but at his friends.
"Oh, of course not," Miroku replied sagely. "You didn't kiss Kagome to near oblivion last night on the balcony and Kouga doesn't use bobby pins sometimes to keep his hair in check." At this comment, Kouga abruptly spun and made violent cutting motions across his throat in Miroku's face while delivering his deadliest glare. "Oh, what are you worried about?" Miroku questioned irritably. "You already caught a girlfriend; you don't have to worry about being manly."
"It's just not cool!" Kouga whispered frantically. "So be quiet!"
Inuyasha laughed at this...until Miroku turned back to him with that creepy all-knowing look on his face again. Then he abruptly choked on his laughs and jerkily looked away, showing an intense and sudden fascination in the sky. "You couldn't possibly think you're off the hook, could you?" Miroku asked him with a hint of amusement.
"I had kind of hoped so, yeah," Inuyasha replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"Then clearly you have not been in Miroku's presence enough when he's trying to make his friends as uncomfortable as all hell," Miroku retorted matter-of-fact.
"I'm quickly learning," Inuyasha replied earnestly.
"You're very good at avoiding the topic of discussion," Miroku told him amiably.
"I like that about myself," Inuyasha said, nodding.
"You need to stop," Miroku said pointedly. Inuyasha gulped. "So...how was it?" Miroku wiggled his eyebrows, his demeanor completely changed.
Inuyasha's blush grew brighter as the events of the previous night replayed in his mind. Kagome in his arms...her flowing hair...her shining eyes...her soft lips–
Kouga's cough brought him back from his reverie. At his friends' expectant looks, Inuyasha stammered, "Uh...i-it was..." A dreamy look slipped onto his face. "It was perfect. She was so–"
"Yeah, yeah," Kouga cut in, waving him off. "Are you going to ask her out though?"
Inuyasha gave him a blank look. "I have to ask her? After that? We aren't already...out?"
Miroku rolled his eyes and smacked his forehead. "Inuyasha...Inuyasha... Of course you have to ask her out! Otherwise you're just two friends that completely overstepped the friendship boundaries."
"So we're still 'in'...with like a foot 'out'?" Inuyasha asked, totally baffled.
Miroku sighed as if trying to deal with an extremely difficult child. "This isn't the Hokey Pokey, but if you wish to put in those completely ridiculous terms, then yes."
"Bottom line, Inuyasha...just ask her out," Kouga supplied. "Trust me, after what happened between the two of you last night, there's no way she'd say no."
"She'd say no?" Inuyasha asked frantically.
"No!" Kouga seethed, adopting the same expression as Miroku. "I said there's no way she'd say no."
"But what if she says no?" Inuyasha asked, suddenly uncertain of the whole situation.
"Gah!" Kouga yelled, totally frustrated. "Just ask!" With that, he and Miroku took off at a faster pace for the girls' building, leaving Inuyasha behind.
"But, guys...!" Inuyasha called feebly behind them. "What happens if she says no...?"
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"But guys...what happens if he doesn't ask me out?" Kagome whined as she grabbed a few more Fruit Loops out of the cereal box and ate them dry. The boys had told the girls their intentions to get some early skiing in before the race that day and so the girls had gone to bed extra early. Unfortunately, their bodies were now trained into getting a certain amount of sleep and so they had each woken up within a few minutes of each other around quarter after six. To wheedle away the time until a more normal morning hour came along, they were sitting in their living room, talking and passing a box of Fruit Loops around.
Sango rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. "I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about, Kagome. You damn near fainted during that kiss he gave you last night; I really don't think there's a question about where his intentions lie."
Kagome tried to ignore the fluttery feeling she received in her stomach when Sango mentioned that incident, but to no avail. Against her will, a small giggle escaped her. "I did almost faint, didn't I? But that kiss he gave me..." she sighed, "It was sooo gooooood...mmm..." She pressed her lips together as she recalled the sensation.
"Aaaaaand now she's unreachable," Sango noted as she popped a few more Fruit Loops in her mouth.
"Not coming back any time soon," Ayame agreed with a nod of her head.
The two friends leaned back and enjoyed the silence as Kagome was lost in her memories. But their moment of respite was soon broken when Kagome once more piped up.
"Do you think he'll ask me out?"
"Argh!" Sango cried, grabbing a pillow and smacking Kagome directly in the face with it. Kagome shrieked and cried in protest, soon grabbing her own pillow and whacking Ayame when she missed Sango. They were all on the verge of a great pillow pyjama war when a knock came on their door. Checking the clock which read six–thirty, the girls frowned at one another and then went as a group to see who it was.
Though they weren't thinking it could be anyone else, the girls were still surprised to see the boys standing on the landing outside their door, all suited up and ready to ski. Ayame looked at the other two girls, confused. "Is our clock broken or something? I could have sworn it said six-thirty..."
"So right you are," Kouga said as he breezed into the condo, delivering a good morning kiss to his girlfriend that left her dazed.
"Was someone caring about the time?" Ayame asked vaguely with a dreamy smile on her now-red lips.
Sango snorted as she looked at her friend before turning and seeing Miroku directly in her face. She stood stoically under his intense gaze for a moment or two before he suddenly spread his arms and gave her a huge hug. "Saaangooo! Good morning!" he chirped with a huge grin on his face.
Sango hugged him back uncertainly as a blush stole across the bridge of her nose. It intensified as he left a kiss on her cheek as he drew back. "G–good morning, Miroku. What brings you guys here so early?"
Kouga glanced over to Inuyasha and Kagome who were both as red as tomatoes and determinedly not looking at each other or anybody else in the room and decided that neither would be of any help to any part of the conversation. "We probably should have called first... We thought you guys would still be sleeping... We got woken up a little earlier than expected and decided we might as well take advantage of the day while she's still young."
Sango nodded for a moment before a slight frown marred her features. "What woke you up?"
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Stupid ass Naraku barged in at five-thirty claiming Sesshoumaru sent twenty-two pizzas to his condo at two-thirty in the morning."
Ayame snickered. "Did he?"
Miroku shrugged. "Who knows? Knowing Sesshoumaru, probably, but I doubt you'll ever find a connection back to him."
"Know what he did as we came down from our condo this morning?" Kouga cut in.
"What?" Ayame asked.
"He told the press that Naraku was intending to donate five thousand dollars to a children's charity. So of course he then tosses Naraku right into it and Naraku can't say no, right? That would make him out to be a total bastard, you know? So now Sesshoumaru has effectively forced Naraku into donating that money," Kouga finished with a hint of amusement.
The two girls looked caught between amusement and horror. "But..." Sango ventured. "Isn't that a bit too far...? I mean five thousand dollars? That's a lot of money."
Kouga waved her off easily. "Nah, Naraku's family is stinking rich. They've got a ton of money, but they never do anything good with it. So Sesshoumaru's just done everyone a huge favour, and irritated the hell out of Naraku, to boot."
Ayame grinned. "Nice."
Miroku looked around at the three pyjama-clad girls. "So. You bums gonna lounge around in your PJs all day or are you going to get ready so we can ski?"
"Who you calling a bum?" Sango retorted as she stepped away from him.
Thinking of no way to respond to that without receiving pain in some form, Miroku instead gave her a boyish grin, the kind that would get an extra cookie for dessert when he was young. In response, Sango gave him a small smile as she and Ayame dragged a fidgety Kagome back up the stairs.
The girls showered and dressed as fast as they could while the boys' occupied themselves with the TV downstairs. Then, before they descended, the girls held a brief conference.
"So how do I act around him?" Kagome asked her friends frantically. "We're not 'just friends' anymore, right? But we're not going out yet! What do I do?"
Sango and Ayame were silent for a few minutes as they contemplated this. Finally, Sango blurted out, "You know, I think you were doing a fine job when you were just standing there, blushing and avoiding all eye contact!"
"I concur!" Ayame declared. Kagome rolled her eyes as her "helpful" friends dragged her back towards the stairs.
"Ready!" Sango chirped as the three girls presented themselves before the boys once more. "Let's go do some skiing!"
"Finally!" Kouga let out a frustrated sigh as he rose from the couch. "Girls!"
"It's like they're asking for it," Ayame said pointedly to Sango as she glared at Kouga out of the corner of her eye.
Kouga gulped. "Skiing, was it? Let's go, shall we?"
"We still need to grab some chow so the lodge will be the first stop, 'kay?" Miroku told them.
"Yeah, sounds good," Sango agreed. "We only really had some dry Fruit Loops too...we could do with a proper breakfast."
"Um... T-to the lodge, then," Inuyasha spoke up for the first time, still furiously avoiding Kagome's gaze, which was far from focussed on him anyways.
"Oooh, Inuyasha one, Kagome zero," Ayame whispered to Kagome as they all tramped out the door. "Think you can muster up the courage to say something to the group too, Kagome?" She winked as Kagome gave her a flat look.
The group of six made their way through the deep snow to the lodge where they quickly grabbed breakfasts of toast, bagels and muffins and gobbled them down. They didn't dwell in the building, eager as they were to hit the slopes and they soon reemerged into the dazzling sunlight. No sooner had they taken five steps when Naraku rushed up to them from seemingly nowhere.
"Ha!" he crowed triumphantly. "Let's see how that Sesshoumaru likes this!"
Miroku looked at Naraku as one might look at a crazy person. "What have you done now, Naraku?"
"Here he comes now! See for yourself!" Naraku retorted.
Six heads obediently swivelled in the direction Naraku indicated and soon stared in disbelief.
"A Barbershop Quartet?" all six cried out in shock.
Naraku nodded proudly. "Having one of THEM follow him around for the day has GOT to get under his skin. Sometimes I amaze even myself."
"Where did you–?"
"But how did you–?"
"Why on earth would you–?"
No one seemed to be able to put their absolute astonishment into words.
But as Sesshoumaru drew nearer to the group, the Barbershop Quartet trailing in his wake, they noticed he did not have an irritated look on his face, but rather quite a genial one, or as close to one as possible. They heard him call back to them as he passed, "Sing Goodbye My Coney Island Baby one more time; I never tire of it!"
Promptly, the quartet began singing and the whole group trooped past the dumbfounded group of seven in front of the lodge.
"Well!" was all Ayame had to say.
"Huh," was Inuyasha's response.
"I think I've seen everything," Miroku piped up slowly.
"This is a very strange morning..." Sango agreed.
"I think I should start a scrapbook," Kagome said.
"I'm with you," Kouga added.
"T-that wasn't supposed to happen!" Naraku cried in outrage. "Urgh!" With that, he spun around and stomped back into the lodge.
"Yeeeeaaaaahhh... Sooo. Who's up for skiing?" Kouga asked the rest. A show of five hands shot up in the hair. "Good then; let's get out of this crazy place!"
"You know, I think we're half of what makes this place crazy most of the time," Miroku commented thoughtfully as the troop headed for a chairlift. "And the people we know make up the other half..."
The others thought on this for a moment before conceding and nodding in agreement.
There was a twenty minute delay at the chairlift due to the large amount of snow that had fallen the previous night. A few mechanisms had to be unburied and it was a challenge at first to even get the lift going, but after everything was in order, the group got on it three by three and rode to the top. They took their first few runs easy, just generally warming up their limbs and watching Inuyasha show off his Tetsusaiga skis so that they could 'ooohhh' and 'ahhhh' at them.
After their third run down, they were met with a sight so comical they thought their eyes must be playing tricks on them. Sesshoumaru and Naraku faced each other at the bottom of the hill, one looking as if nothing were amiss and the other one seething. Behind Sesshoumaru, his hired Barbershop Quartet stood, singing away. And behind Naraku...
"A Mariachi band?"
A Mariachi band was indeed positioned behind Naraku, playing away and totally engrossed in their music, despite how it clashed with the singing coming from a short distance away.
"What is THIS?" Naraku practically bit out.
Sesshoumaru gave him an innocent look. "Why, when you hired my splendid Barbershop Quartet to follow me around for the day, I simply couldn't neglect to return the favour! Such a generous fellow as yourself must have an equally superb gift, I said to myself! And so I hired this amazing Mariachi band to follow you around. No need to thank me." And then, to the surprise and horror of everyone present, Sesshoumaru delivered an award-winning smile. Only Naraku didn't quiver under the grin, not quite understanding the significance of the emotionless, stoic Sesshoumaru smiling.
"No. I want to take back my earlier statement," Miroku spoke up shakily. "Now I've seen everything."
Quick as a flash, Inuyasha produced a camera from some hidden pocket of his snowsuit and snapped a picture before the smile faded from Sesshoumaru's face. "I might have to frame that one," he muttered to himself.
"How the hell did he manage to get that band here like that? Does he have them on speed dial or something?" Kouga joked.
"Do you want an honest answer?" Rin piped up as she appeared out of nowhere to stand beside him.
The grin slid from Kouga's face and then he pondered for a moment. "You know...I really don't think I do..."
"I'm definitely starting that scrapbook now," Kagome spoke up. "And I think I'll publish it."
"You'll make millions," Ayame added helpfully.
Meanwhile, Naraku glared for a few more minutes at Sesshoumaru before finally scoffing, turning heel and stomping off in a huff. His Mariachi band trailed along behind him playing ever more on their guitars and vihuelas, harps, and violins.
A ghost of a smirk crossed Sesshoumaru's face before he turned to the group acting as his audience. "Good day," he greeted them almost cheerfully, before turning back towards the lodge. "Coming, Rin?"
"Yup! See you guys later! Good luck on the race, Inuyasha and Kouga! We'll be rooting for ya!" Rin said as she gave them a wave and ran off after her ice dance partner.
"Um...bye..." Inuyasha said long after the two had disappeared.
Sango shook her head as if to clear out the scene they'd all just witnessed. "Er...maybe we should get back to skiing..."
"Good idea..." Ayame agreed. As the group started towards the gondola, she spoke up again, "So guys... What's involved in the race today?"
"This is the slalom," Kouga said grimly as they all loaded and boarded the gondola. "That means the gates will be closer together – we have less time to turn. It takes a lot of manoeuvrability and skill. It's slower than the GS, but more fun at the same time 'cause we get to bash the gates."
"You mean like hitting?" Sango asked. "Why would you do that?"
"Sometimes you cut in so close to the gates when you're turning around them that it's either hit or be hit," Kouga explained.
"It's great as a therapeutic technique," Inuyasha said, rolling his shoulders and cracking his back. "Really let's out the stress. And today, I'm going to imagine that every single gate is Naraku's head..." He let out a dark chuckle and everyone edged slightly away from him.
Miroku coughed. "Well, how about this, guys? We'll take this one last run and then we'll head for the chalet to collect these guys' bibs."
Sango nodded. "Sounds good to me. Lead the way! Find us a fun hill!"
Miroku saluted. "No problemo! I know just the one." Once the gondola reached the top of the mountain, Miroku skated confidently towards a less populated section. "I'm taking you guys to a hill called Donald's Dip–"
"Great name," Sango snorted.
"Yes, well, the founders of the hill may not have been the most creative fellows of their time, but it gets the point across. The run is basically a dip in the mountain – both sides are totally rock so it feels like you're isolated or boxed in a bit. I dunno, it's kind of hard to explain, but trust me; it's cool."
Ayame shrugged. "Sounds good to me."
The group came to a halt at the top of the run Miroku had led them to. As they gazed down, it looked like the mountain kept going, but this run had cut its way down through it. Mountain walls curved up on either side of the narrow run and it didn't look very groomed from the snowfall the night before.
"Looks like we can't go down all at once," Kouga commented. "Ayame, how about you and I go down first?"
"Sure!" the redhead chirped, pushing off immediately and leaving the racer to chase after her.
After the first two were a good ways down, Miroku indicated the hill with a gentlemanlike flourish to Sango and she obligingly launched off as well, her boyfriend beside her.
Inuyasha and Kagome stole brief glances at one another, blushing brightly, before Kagome gave a small smile while looking at her silver-haired crush through her lashes. Inuyasha returned her nervous smile as he indicated the hill with a jut of his head. Kagome nodded slightly and took off down the run with him at her side.
Only half a minute after the last couple had gone down the run, an official of the mountain, having not noticed their presence, came walking up. He hastily put up a few signs to block off the entrance of the run and then quickly hurried off again. The signs read: Danger – Run Closed.
Meanwhile, the group that had already gone down were oblivious to this and were thus enjoying themselves thoroughly. Ayame and Kouga were far ahead of the group, almost at the bottom, when it happened.
Miroku's ski caught in the snow abruptly and before he could react, he was flung to the ground, hard. His arm made brutal contact and then was twisted aside as his body rolled. A sickening 'crack' was heard and he shrieked out in pain. The sound echoed up into the mountain above them.
Sango came to a sloppy halt where she was a ways below him. "Miroku!" she cried out.
Inuyasha and Kagome had also come to an abrupt stop, but before any of them could react, a loud rumbling sound was heard and a trembling sensation passed under their feet. In horror, the three still standing glanced at each other before turning their heads to gawk at the mountain behind them. White clouds of snow were rising up in the distance and sheets of snow were rolling towards them at breakneck speeds.
When Inuyasha could find his voice, all he could shout was, "Avalanche!"
A/N Sorry about the shortness, but as of now, I'm on a King of the Hill marathon. I'm focussing solely on this story until we get this sucker finished. So you won't be kept waiting TOO long in suspense as you wonder what will happen to them all!
Anymewho, I estimate there's about four to six chapters left to this...just to give you all an idea. And I have a special surprise at the end so stay tuned! Hope you liked this chappie, and I'll talk to you all later!
George Carlin Philosophy: If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?