Disclaimer: I don't own him, her, or any of em... except for the two little old ladies... their mine!
A/N: Man, its been a while, huh? Sorry bout that... anyway... I'm back now! And I am so happy that people are reading this fic! Keep it up, ladies and gents! The more reviews I get, the happier I am, the better my writing is as well as the happier it will be... (my other fic is not a comedy by any stretch of the imagination so its nice to have a lighthearted story, too! Now, on with the shout-outs!
Erica6060: thank you for reading! You get a star sticker!
Midnight dancer: ooh, fun! I like the way you think! (which seems to be similar to the way I do, ergo...)
Ixchen: its funny—well, strange that you should say that, since I my other fic is very much a drama! I was scared that I wouldn't have any good ideas to make it funny, but my muse hasn't ditched me yet! (Aside from the whole total writer's block for two weeks almost... grumble, grumble...)
DramaQueenABZ: (stunned and happy silence) YAY for you! But I have to admit that I can't edit worth poo. Not even stole poo, I think... anyway, its my sis who is the grammatical genius, so I bug her and make her beta my stories.
Tigeris: thank you for still making the effort to find my second chapter! I hope this one doesn't cause you trouble... And I'm glad you liked the A-holes Anon thing... I almost didn't use it, but I thought, what the heck and left it in!
Ookay... enough stalling! On with the chapter!
02-23-06 A/N: Making some good progress here…
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4:35
Her alarm clock silently watched as Kagome creaked a red eye open for the millionth time that night.
Ugh... I can't live like this... stupid boys! First they take up all your spare time... then they keep you awake all night! ... ... NOT LIKE THAT! Bad me! Ice queen... Ice queen... sigh... why can't I stop thinking about him?
Kagome turned on the lamp and grudgingly began her morning ritual.
Careful not to wake Sango, she padded in her slippers out of their room and into the kitchen. Normally, she wasn't one to drink coffee, but somehow she had a hunch she'd need it today...
Stupid, stupid males! I don't have to be at class for another four hours... sigh... damn, he looked good in that leather...
While her mind explored that line of thinking, Kagome let herself spill the hot water on to the counter-top... where her hand had been resting...
"AAH! ITTAII!"
"OWIE!"
For the third time since she'd left her bed that morning, Kagome found herself cursing the opposite sex.
"...'Gome... wud's going on?" Sango stumbled into their kitchen, hands aimlessly scratching here and there.
Shoot!
"Oh! Sango-chan, I'm sorry! Go back to bed! I just burned my hand... I'll be fine... go back to bed, okay?"
Sango was instantly alert. "You burned your hand! Kagome! It's not even five o'clock in the morning! Why are you even awake!"
"Uh... hehe... probably because I never really fell asleep...?"
"And why is that, pray tell?" Sango seated herself at the table of their dinette set, yawning and pleasantly scratching at her drowsiness.
"Wha-Sango-chan, go back to bed. You need to sleep!"
"Like you don't? ...You were thinking about him, weren't you?" Sango already knew the answer, but it was just too much fun picking on her roommate.
The crash of the kettle said more than Kagome ever could have.
"N-no! I was not thinking of him, thank you very much!"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess I was wrong."
"Indeed."
"SO, who were you thinking about? Honestly, woman, you go through more men than anyone else I know..."
"What! Sango! Quit laughing! I mean it! That isn't funny!"
Through the tears and choked laughs, Sango managed to speak, "So... heh heh... what time is lover boy coming in today?"
"Same ti—DON"T call him that!"
"Ooh! Aren't we protective? This guy must be good if you're being so defensive of him! I think I'd like to meet him... noon, right?"
"Yeah... why?"
Sango rolled her eyes and shrugged innocently.
"Oh no you don't! I know that look! Don't you dare! I don't want you to play matchmaker for me, alright!"
"Why, Kagome! Whatever could you mean?"
After a moment, the two friends couldn't hold it in any longer. By the time they finished laughing and Kagome finally made her coffee, it was time for Kagome to catch her bus for her math class.
Staring out the window, she recapped the week's events to date.
Okay... Monday... class, (shudder)... then I came to work... ugh. The ladies left me for their "lunch" break... and Inu Yasha came in... Tuesday... class again, um... Inu Yasha again? Why is it that time goes so slowly while I'm waiting for him?
Why am I even thinking about this!
Frustrated, Kagome decided that was enough recapping for now.
Okay. Today is Wednesday. What's on tap for today... ugh. Math. ...math... oh my god! MATH! I have a test today! I was gonna study after that idiot had taken his test! How could I forget?
I am gonna kill him!
And she spent the remainder of her commute plotting to herself about what to do with the walking ball of confusion and leather.
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Kagome had to congratulate herself.. She truly was inspirational! To think, she had been worried about a little thing like this...
She had arrived to work in a foul mood to begin with. The test had not gone well, to say the least, and then she was greeted by her co-workers on their way to lunch. It was only 10:52...
So it happened that she was taking calming breaths when she noticed her mail.
That was odd. First, why was it here? Traditionally, mail is sent to the recipient's home...
She racked her brain for reasons as to why this letter was on her desk... come to think of it, when had she even checked her mail last? It had been almost a week, hadn't it? It was just so hard to find a good time to go without missing the bus, or this or that... It was last ...Tuesday that she checked her box last. She was on her way out of the apartment complex and had a minute to spare, so she checked the box and emptied the contents into her school bag for later examination.
But she didn't remember this one.
This was hand addressed. It looked almost familiar at first. But why was it on her desk today? And why did it look like it had been opened and closed again—
Wait. Those two old crones! They wouldn't stoop so low as to go through my mail! Would they?
She turned the envelope over in her hands again. It looked really... crumpled...
Ah. Steam! I bet this fell out of my bag last week and they thought it was a love letter or something, so they used steam to try and open it. Which would explain why it shows up now, obviously re-closed.
They had used a glue stick, most likely, she decided. Sighing, she opened her letter to see what all the hullabaloo was over. Inside the envelope were two things: a letter to her and another envelope also addressed to her, but in Japanese.
In poorly written English, she read the note addressed to her:
Dear Kagome-chan,
Sorry to take you by suprise! We just found out! Knew you would be happy to see a friendry face, so hope you can picking him up from the airport when he gets in Friday. Hope things are well with you!
Much love,
Mom, Souta and Grandpa
P.S. How is my English? Pretty good, isn't it? I have ben practicing so that when I come to visit I can speak with the Amelicans like you do!
She had to smile. Sometimes her mother was just too cute. It was a challenge getting through her writing, though!
Then it hit her: Who's coming to visit me? On Friday! Which Friday! Day after tomorrow? Oh my god...
Then it occurred to her to read the other letter in hopes of clarification.
This was written in Japanese in very nice penmanship. But there was no return address.
Oookay... whatever. The name will be at the end of the note, I'm sure.
Unfolding the letter was like rushing back home again. Looking at the characters, she felt a rush of emotion. She always was such a sentimentalist. But she really did miss Japan and seeing her native language brought a flood of memories back to her.
As she began to read, however, her private moment was shattered by the delicate tinkling of the bell which hung over the DMV door.
Time stopped dead in its tracks.
She was sitting in her desk, her hair disheveled, as that was part of her morning routine—after class, she'd come to work, the biddies would go to lunch for a few hours and she would clean herself up—brush her hair, even wash her face in the bathroom sink.
So there she was, in all her unkempt glory, eyes red and puffy from her interrupted moment, tears fresh on her face... starting back at the last person she wanted to see.
"Oi. What happened to you?" Inu Yasha sauntered over to her—trying to look like he wasn't concerned. Kagome couldn't help but notice the worry and confusion embedded in his gruff voice.
"...sniff... it's nothing. Just a letter from home." Kagome began trying to re-fold the letter and put it away before he could see. She had no clue why she was so embarrassed over some letter from home. Why should she hide it? Yet her hands made no stay.
Looking over her shoulder, Inu Yasha spotted the letter written in Japanese and snatched it away.
From where the Marys were watching in the window, Inu Yasha and Kagome looked very much like a pair of thirteen-year-olds.
"What? This from your boyfriend or something?" he said as he waved the letter out of Kagome's reach.
"No! Now give it back! That's mine!" She was jumping to grab it from him but he always was just out of reach.
Inu Yasha was laughing softly as he watched her struggle.
But he stopped laughing when she jumped on his back.
"GIVE ... IT... BACK!"
His hands went instinctively to cover his sensitive ears. Kagome took advatage of his weakness and grabbed the free half of her letter. She began to tug furiously, but nothing doing. The hanyou was not about to let her have it back.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing! Gedoffame!"
He shook her off and was pleased with his small victory for about a nanosecond until he heard the sound of paper tearing.
He heard the thud of Kagome hitting the hard floor and felt the hand holding the letter fall forward. He'd been holding the letter so tightly that when Kagome let go, his hand went flying from the released tension.
"...I-nu-ya-sha!" At the sound of her voice, he instinctively recoiled and slowly turned to face his punishment. She was pissed. And he was gonna get it.
When he was facing her again, she was still on the ground. She wasn't looking at him, but at the torn piece of paper in her trembling hand.
It was shaking, but not with fear or pain, his nose told him that much. Oh, no. it was trembling with anger.
He looked at the crumpled paper in her fist, then at his own hand, which was now holding only half of what should have been there. It took him a moment, but he finally put two and two together. His ears flattened against his head. This was not going to be pleasant.
At least he thought she had let it go...
Kagome was inarticulate with rage. Pure rage. He had taken what was hers, teased her, humiliated her, and destroyed her letter from home—which she hadn't even read yet.
She looked at him. He was cowering where he stood—it was obvious he knew he was in trouble. She didn't want to stand up, she was too tired, but she wanted to be on the same level as him... so as to better establish her dominance. It was a dog thing. In a pack, there is the alpha male and alpha female. This alpha female was about to open some whoop-ass on a certain alpha male.
Her fist clenched again around her half of the letter and anger boiled again in her blood. She began to berate him for all she was worth.
"How dare you! Honestly! This was the first letter from home I've gotten since I came here. Not only that, but I hadn't even read it yet when you barged in here and decided to play bully with me! Then, you tease me. Then you tear it in half! I can't even read it anymore! I didn't even get a chance to see who it was from! You... you..."
Kagome proceeded to turn red in the face and managed to call him every bad word she had ever heard before and that was quite a large number, seeing as how she was trilingual.
TEN MINUTES LATER
"huff... huff... So there!" and she promptly began crying. It really wasn't that big of a deal. At least, it shouldn't have been. But for some reason, the fact that it was him just made the situation unbearable.
She was tired from the lack of sleep, hungry just by cruel coincidence, looked like the living dead, and now was bawling her eyes out in front of the guy she was infatuated with.
Peachy. Lord only knows what he thinks of me now...
When she looked up, she expected to see him standing smugly with arms folded and a triumphant grin on his cocky face.
Instead, she saw him hovering unsurely over her, his arms prepped as if to ...embrace her!
"GAH! Whudder yoo doing?" Her nose had become stuffy from all the crying. Great... add it to the list...
But Inu Yasha looked almost as upset as she felt. Hmm... odd.
"Hey... look, don't cry..." He leaned over and extended a hand to help lift her off the floor.
Kagome looked into his eyes for any hint of ridicule or anything to show his true intentions. She almost started crying again when she couldn't find anything other than genuine concern and regret.
"Sorry... sniff..." Kagome rubbed her nose with one hand and tentatively reached for his with her other hand.
When she was safely on her feet again, Inu Yasha quickly turned his back on her and began nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"No, I should be the one to ... ah, ap... apolo... dammit, this is harder than I thought!"
He's apologizing! There is hope, yet!
Then it hit her. "harder than I thought"? ... you mean to tell me...
"You've never apologized before!"
"Don't rub it in! I said this was hard!"
His rising level of anger quickly dissipated to a sound pout as Kagome broke out in helpless laughter.
"Oi! It's not that funny..."
Through her tears, she managed to squeak out a "Yes it is."
Meanwhile, the old ladies cackled from their seats outside the DMV window. They were watching the two with great amusement and had began to discuss when the wedding would be.
When the two inside finally calmed down, Kagome went into the bathroom to clean up, since she hadn't had the chance to before.
In passing, she checked the time. 11:23... wait a minute... Kagome's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Inu Yasha?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you here?
"Are you that stupid! For my damn driving test, idiot!"
"WATCH IT, DOG-BOY! I meant, why are you here so early? Your appointment is for 12 noon! Same as the past two days." She called the last part as she sauntered into the small restroom and cracked the door to where she could still hear the hanyou's excuse.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean you said same time. That usually means just that, weirdo!"
"I'm not weird! And maybe I came early to get it over with, alright?"
"But if you don't have an appointment, I'm not giving you the test yet. It's the rules."
"... look, I have somewhere to be at noon today, so I can't come in at that time, alright!"
"Where do you have to be? Just tell them you have a prior engagement." She couldn't help but say that with a stuffy voice and a giggle at the end. He really was fun to talk to.
"Let's just say they don't know to expect me to begin with."
"What?" Kagome popped her head out of the door to look at him. That was not a normal answer.
"Never mind. Will you just give me my damn test so I can be on my way?"
"Hey! I am the one who will decide when things will happen here, alright? I am the employee!"
There was a moment of silence between them as she finished rinsing her face. She didn't really bother with makeup, except for special occasions. She put away her towel in the locker she had in the back of the office and went back to Inu Yasha.
"Fine. But you owe me—BIG time!" As if to put extra emphasis on the word "big," Kagome poked his nose with a slender finger.
That definitely took him off guard.
"Keh. Whatever, wench."
"Kagome!"
"Huh?"
"Do we have to go through this every day? Or should I just wear a name tag and help you out?"
"Keh."
Kagome threw her hands up in exasperation. "Let's just get this over with! I can't believe it's taken you this long to even take the test!"
"Shuddap! Hmph."
Kagome giggled as Inu Yasha pretended to be upset, folding his arms frumpily across his chest.
"Oh, knock it off. Do you have your permit?"
Inu Yasha rolled his eyes as he plopped down in the chair across from Kagome's desk. She took that for a yes.
"M'kay... do you have your updated registration?"
"Ye-ess..." He opened his leather jacket, dug around and procured the updated sticker. Kagome noted that this meant he was just too lazy to put it on the car himself... but decided to let it slide.
"Alright... and do you have your insurance with you?"
"YE—oh... hold on, lemme go get it." And he jumped up and ran out to his car.
Kagome sat there, twirling her pencil around her fingers, idly wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship with this odd boy—er, man, um, thing... whatever he was, it was decidedly attractive!
Cue daydream:
Inu Yasha suddenly burst through the DMV door and stood standing in a very manly way, while a random breeze teased his gossamer hair. His eyes locked on hers and held them tightly.
My darling Goddess... he called to her... Come and run away with me. Please! I am begging you my sweet, stunning salvation! I must have you!
And he scooped her tiny frame up in his rippling arms, his chest suddenly bare and shining inexplicably...
Just one... kiss... he leaned closer to her waiting, anxious lips. Her bosom was swollen with her passion as it heaved... Closer... closer...
"OI! Wench! Pay attention when a man speaks to you!" A pair of clawed hands firmly gripped her arms and shook.
"AAH!" At the first note of her scream, he removed his hands to protect his sensitive ears.
"What the HELL is the matter with you! I came back to tell you I don't have my insurance and you just sit there, looking comatose! I half expected you to start drooling! AND... you were staring at me—again! Gods, woman, try to control yourself!" And he began a cocky laugh.
Her cheeks turned beet red. I cannot believe I let that happen—again! Ugh! Wait!
"You don't have your insurance!"
"Huh? Oh, nope. But that's just a technicality, right? I mean, c'mon!" he had stopped laughing and was trying to be charming.
But it wasn't going to work. Not today, at least.
"Sorry, bub. Rules. Are. Rules!"
"You've got to be joking! I need to be driving—today!"
"Hey! That isn't my fault! None of this has been my fault! Quit crying about it and go get your stupid insurance! By the time you get back, it'll be your scheduled appointment anyway!"
"Keh. You just don't get it do you? I told you already. I can't be here at noon. I have to be somewhere else!"
"Then shouldn't you be going?" Kagome pointed to the clock.
With growing dread, Inu Yasha followed her finger to where it pointed and read: 11:56.
"SUNNOVA!"
He ran out of the door, actually tearing it out of its hinges.
"Hey! You're gonna pay for that, you jerk!"
But she doubted he had heard her, as he was already on his motorcycle. Wait. How did he do that? He couldn't have gone all the way to the parking garage, gotten the bike and gotten this far on the road again... could he?
This was just too weird for Kagome.
Why can't I just find a nice boy to date for once in my life!
As if on cue, the two old ladies waltzed in, jabbering away like a pair of squirrels. It seemed as though they didn't even notice that the door was torn off of the wall, or that the office was a total wreck.
Kagome just sighed and proceeded to clean up the mess that wasn't hers... she just shook her head and thought of how many times she had to pick up after her brother and grandfather back at the shrine...
Some things never change...
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A/N: well? (looks hopeful) did you guys like it? I liked it. It was fun! For me, at least... anyway, I know I didn't get all the way through the day, but hey... its already twelve pages! Wow. Hey! Man, I love my sis! She just got me a crap-load of goodies on my FF vii file! WOOT!
(clears throat)
So, I will see you guys later!