June 7
Having devoured the majority of the village—and even took pains to bottle up what I couldn't eat—, I long since went about my way to find my brother. It seemed that our kind were well-known, but humans outside Akaigawa seemed to think we were just "cosplaying freaks", as I heard one say. I had never been outside Akaigawa before, but a long ways away from the small village were much bigger things. Tall structures, paved roads—was this what my brother saw all the time?
He had been right about the clothes, at least. Many stopped and stared at my attire, which made me uncomfortable in the least, but then again, they may have been staring at the many silver flasks in my burlap bag, or perhaps at me writing in this journal. I can never truly tell with humans.
Inuyasha decided to go with what looked conventional and walked on the sidewalk with the other humans, looking around in awe. One man came alongside him, asking, "Dude, what's with the getup?"
"...Dude?" He blinked. "Getup?"
"Your clothes, man. You on your way to a comic book convention or something?"
"I come from Akaigawa-mura."
"Oh...that explains it. Yeah, that village is totally old-world. You need some real gear if you're gonna fit in around here."
"Well...thank you...?"
"Ah—Miroku." He grinned, holding out his hand for Inuyasha to shake, which he did. Both recoiled from each other a little quickly. "Damn, you're cold."
"I have hypothermia." Inuyasha explained quickly, using the excuse Sesshoumaru had taught him in case of such an event.
"Oh. That sucks."
"And actually, I'm looking for my older brother. He told me to come and find him once I was done eating."
"Yeah? Any idea where he might've headed?"
"Muroran is where he said he was going."
"Well, that's awesome!" Miroku laughed incredulously. "'Cause that's where I'm from! I'm going back this weekend. School's soon, you know."
"School?" Inuyasha's eyes glittered mischievously. "Where the females are?"
"Hehe, definitely." Miroku smirked, rubbing his palms together. "As gorgeous as they get, especially at the school I go to."
"I want to go to school." Inuyasha declared.
"Well, just hold on there, Jethro." Miroku chuckled. "We should get you some new clothes, and maybe some grub. You hungry?"
"I just ate." He snickered.
"Ah, still. C'mon, I'll show you where I'm staying first. You got any money?"
"My brother has it all."
"You can give me an IOU later." Miroku waved him off, and Inuyasha shrugged, trailing behind Miroku.
I just met a nice human boy named Miroku. He says he is from Muroran, and will be returning there this weekend, so I will soon find Sesshoumaru. Right now, however, he says he's going to b—
"Dude, what are you doing?" Miroku asked, peering over his shoulder at Inuyasha.
"I'm writing. I wish not to be a dunce like others, so I write to keep myself civilized." He explained.
"Right...man, you'll fit right in at school." The boy chuckled, and Inuyasha smirked.
"That's what I'm hoping for."
—uy me some better clothes, so I could blend in around here. He's also taking me to his home. I'm interested in how a modern home looks, and seeing how the city looks, it makes me wonder why Akaigawa-mura is so primitive.
Miroku told me that he also goes to school. I an anxious now more than ever to go, now that he's told me that the women there are gorgeous, and that I would fit in there. I absolutely can't wait!
"So what are you, about a nine in shirts?"
"..." Inuyasha blinked, confused.
"Oh, right." Miroku rolled his eyes, smacking himself in the forehead. "I forget you're totally living in the dark ages. Well, my cousin's apartment is just up ahead, and I assume you're my size, if not just a little bigger. You can stay there with her while I go clothes shopping."
"Her?" Inuyasha repeated, intrigued.
"Don't go putting any player moves on her, man." Miroku warned.
"I'll try, but I have what you would call a spot of tenseinobi—natural beauty. It might be hard to keep her away from me."
"Yeah, whatever." He snorted. "Do you think you could at least try? She doesn't feel well." Inuyasha grimaced.
Sick women...disgusting. No, thank you.
"Sure, now that I know she's sick." They entered the building and Inuyasha marveled at the steel doors that separated when Miroku pushed a button.
"This, my nameless friend, is called an elevator. It gets you to different places within a large building, especially when you're feeling particularly lazy." He informed, as they stepped inside.
"Nameless? ...Oh! I've yet to tell you my name. Uh, my brother calls me Inuyasha, so that's what I guess it is. Sorry for my lack of manners." He apologized.
"No matter. You seem nicer than a lot of these idiots around here."
"All a part of the whole civility bit." Inuyasha grinned, and the elevator stopped on the third floor. Miroku led him to a door marked 317, and as they walked in, Inuyasha couldn't help but marvel the modernistic interior. "Wow..." He breathed, his slightly pointed ears perking at the sound of music.
"Aw, man...Kagome's got that depressing Amy Winehouse playing again."
"Don't taunt the sick, itoko." A raspy female voice called, and Inuyasha's eyes drifted to the pale and sickly girl leaning in the doorway.
"Damn it, Kagome, you shouldn't even be awake!" Miroku spluttered, dashing over to her and trying to escort her back into her bedroom, but she scrambled out of his grasp, sleepily glaring at him.
"I'm not an invalid, dum-dum." She yawned. "I woke up and everybody was gone, so I figured I'd fill the house with the sound of music." The girl looked at Inuyasha, who fixed her with a disinterested gaze. "Who's the new guy?"
"Oh, this is Inuyasha. He comes from the Akaigawa village, and he's coming back to Muroran with us." Miroku explained.
"..." Kagome's disbelieving stare alternated from her cousin to the pallid stranger. "Miroku, may I speak to you for one moment, please?"
"Well, actually, I—"
"Now, Miroku!" Kagome trilled hoarsely, dragging Miroku by his wrist into the back room. With a shrug, Inuyasha sat down on the couch, smiling at its comfortableness, and withdrew his journal from his burlap bag.
I'm now in Miroku's home. His cousin is very unattractive, and so sick, not even a newborn would drink from her. Her skin is as white as my own, and she's the most brazen female I've ever had the displeasure of sighting. Then again, perhaps brazenness is now the custom with these females. I haven't been here long, so I wouldn't know. I suppose I'd have to ask Miroku.
He paused, withdrew one of his many flasks, and took a swig from it, the taste warming his insides. Inuyasha took some time to listen to the music flowing throughout the apartment, and found he liked it, though he'd never really had a penchant for music before.
This music they have here is nice, though. The singer seems to be speaking a different language that I've only ever heard my brother use, and even that was limited.
His musings were interrupted by the noise coming from the back and he looked at the door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He heard Kagome yelling. "Bringing a complete stranger in my Okaa-san's house! You don't know what he could be!" Inuyasha chuckled at this.
Though the girl is ugly, she's definitely not stupid. I have to wonder if she can sense what I am...no, of course not.
"Listen, I'm not stupid, Kagome!" Miroku retorted. "I wouldn't've brought the man in here if I thought he'd harm us!"
"It doesn't matter what you think, you doofus! What matters is how you brought a complete stranger in my mother's house!"
I don't know why they're so worried. As long as the girl remains ugly and sick, and my policy about only drinking from females withstands, they've got nothing to worry about. It's going to be tiring, but if I'm to find Sesshoumaru, it seems I'll have to gain their trust somehow.
"Well, hell, you know the number for 911! Now listen, I'm gonna be back, okay?"
"YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME IN THIS—" Her words were punctuated by a sneeze and a sniffle. "...Excuse me. HOUSE BY MYSELF WITH THAT POTENTIAL MANIAC!" Inuyasha rolled his eyes, more amused than offended.
The girl's obviously suspicious of me. It would be very amusing to see what would happen if I...humored her misgivings for a little while...no, no. Maybe later, but right now, I have to remain on my best behavior.
"Just go to sleep, okay? You're sick. You don't even have to leave the room." Miroku sighed, opening the door and walking out of the room. Inuyasha smiled calmly.
"Hello again."
"Sorry about that, Inuyasha." Miroku scratched his head sheepishly. "My cousin's a total head case." Inuyasha only chuckled. "Well, I'll be back in a few hours. Do you think you could maybe stay out of her way and stuff? I mean, no offense or anything. You can make yourself at home, raid the fridge or whatever if you want."
"None taken." Inuyasha waved him off, and Miroku smiled gratefully before leaving the apartment. "It's not as if it would be a problem, anyway..." He murmured to himself, his eyes roving sideways at the cracked door from which Kagome peeked at him with her narrowed eyes. Inuyasha snickered and put away his journal, looking around casually, as if he didn't notice Kagome.
How about a little game anyway? He thought mischievously, getting off of the couch and heading into the kitchen, hearing the sound of hasty footsteps behind him. So she's following me. What, does she think I'm a thief? Inuyasha shrugged, curiously surveying the kitchen.
"So strange. Wench, what is this cold metal box here?" He asked, running his hand down the slightly grainy surface of the refrigerator and chuckling when he scented a mix of fear and indignation.
"What did you just call me?"
"I don't think I'll repeat myself." Now that she was caught, the sick girl had no choice but to come out of hiding and into the kitchen, standing akimbo.
"My name is Kagome, and it's a refrigerator. Duh much?"
"Interesting. What does it do?"
"What are you, some kind of trog?"
"...?"
"Troglodyte?!"
"Oh. No." Inuyasha scoffed. "So stop being such an annoying wench and tell me what this thing does."
"It cools food! And I'm not a freaking wench! SO STOP CALLING ME—" Kagome paused to have a coughing fit that ended up making her eyes water. "Excuse me." She sighed. "THAT!"
"Shouldn't you rest or something? You're gonna make yourself even sicker."
"Like you care." Kagome snorted. "You're probably just waiting for me to pass out, so you could kill me!" Inuyasha stared straight into her eyes, dim with sickness.
"Do you have a projectile lodged into your brain or something? Don't you think that, if I really wanted to kill you, I would've already done it by now?" He quirked his eyebrow.
"I don't care. Maybe you just get your sick kicks from...this kind of thing."
"Oh? What kind of "thing"?" Inuyasha drawled sarcastically.
"Just shut up and stop interrogating me!" Kagome snapped. Inuyasha shrugged and walked past her out of the room, back onto the couch. He took out his unfinished flask and drank from it, boredly watching Kagome glare at him from the kitchen threshold.
"Wench, do you have some kind of eye problem? Because you're really ticking me off now." He sighed in annoyance, finishing off his flask and stowing it back into the knapsack.
"I don't trust you, nor do I like you."
"Oh, that's good; I'm not the only one." Inuyasha said in mock relief, taking out his journal.
This girl and her annoying suspicions have flawed my best behavior into only moderate behavior. It's hard to gain their trust when this wench is so damned irritating. I have honestly never met someone so infuriating in my life! I never thought I could actually hate a woman, but this one is well on her way to my blacklist. I feel that even if she weren't so hideous, I still wouldn't l—
"What are you doing?" Kagome demanded, wobbling over and trying to peek in his journal. Scowling, Inuyasha shoved her face away.
"Do you think you could mind your own business, wench?" He huffed. "It's called a journal. Duh much?" Kagome sucked her teeth and stomped off into her room. Inuyasha glared after her and continued writing.
—ike her. That bitch just tried to read my journal! I can't believe her nerve—
A loud snap sounded over the Amy Winehouse music and he sighed, running his hand down his face.
"Damn it...time to sacrifice my pride now." He mumbled sullenly, getting up from the couch. "Kagome, do you have a pencil?"
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