A/N: Yes, people, the mysterious absence of two stories on my profile page is not a glitch in the FF system...I have now deleted Money in My Hands and A Lust Unparalelled. (sniffles) To be honest, it was like an execution; I had to do it really quick so I wouldn't feel too much pain...or was it indigestion?
The reason for deletion was the fact that both of the stories just plain sucked. They sucked, especially with Money In My Hands because I let it drag on for so long. I had to cut that umbilical cord real quick.
And A Lust Unparalleled...plotless. Just plain plotless. It was really more of a PWP--porn without plot--than a real story, so I apologize to everyone who shall miss these historical stories (historical, at least, for me).
Well, anyways. I'd like all Money in My Hands and A Lust Unparalelled readers to...bow your heads in a moment of silence.
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Okay, that's fine. I would say rest in peace, but I'm gonna delete them from my hard drive in a few days, so that won't be much of a rest for them.
September 8
Yet another reason I like and respect Miroku is that he's a man of his word. I dropped the sickie off at the hospital and even waited until she got better after all those shots, and in return, I never saw her again! It was so great I even took it upon myself to ask Miroku just where she was exiled, and he told me she went to stay with her mother. That kind of soured me on the whole sex thing, but I gotta admit, just to be out of the wench's presence was enough for me.
I write this as I walk with Miroku to school. It's my first day, of course, but I'm still fairly confident everything will be fine.
I revealed to Miroku that my brother wanted me to settle down with some woman, to which he replied with nothing but sympathy for my plight, another reason I like him. Even so, I haven't done a thing to start looking for a mate, and frankly, I don't much intend to. I'll probably just find some girl, bribe her, and keep my manhood throughout.
Inuyasha looked up at his somewhat sullen friend. "What's your problem?"
"Man...I don't feel like going to school today..."
"So you came because...?"
"'Cause I have to." He mumbled. "I mean, it's my first day as a senior—I'm not missing any days that I can't contribute to serious illness." As they walked through the gates of the schoolyard, all eyes fell onto Inuyasha, who remained impassive to the attention he seemed to attract as he followed Miroku.
School has been boring thus far. Extremely boring.
He bumped into a girl coming out of the cafeteria with a bunch of friends and apologized on instinct, but wanted to retract the apology as soon as the girl shoved him back.
"Stupid bastard!" She scowled and Inuyasha mirrored the expression.
"Do I know you?"
"Kagome, who's your friend?" The girls giggled, and Inuyasha squinted his eyes, looking carefully at the face of the girl he'd hated ever since his departure from his home village.
"Wench?" He laughed in disbelief, looking up and down at her. "They finally let you out of the sick ward? I gotta say, I thought you'd be dead by now."
"Piss off, wanker."
"Any particular reason you tailed us to school?" Inuyasha drawled, crossing his arms.
"Excuse you, asshole, but this is my school, too!"
"...What?!" He ground his teeth together indignantly, glaring pointedly at Miroku, who gave a guilty grin. "You—come here!" Inuyasha grabbed Miroku by the sleeve of his jacket and dragged him into the cafeteria, as Kagome and her amorous friends walked off.
"Okay, before you—"
"No. Don't even bother. What you will explain, however, is just why the fuck I was not informed that that disgusting bitch would be here, contaminating the air that I have to breathe with her bitchiness!"
"Inuyasha, come on, now, seriously! Why can't you two just let bygones be bygones?!"
"My people hold grudges." Inuyasha huffed shortly. "We don't know the definition of the word bygone. Besides, things would've been fine if she hadn't pushed me right after I apologized and called me a stupid bastard! She didn't have to say that! She did not have to say a goddamn thing, yet she did, and thus brought a barrage of insults upon herself!"
"Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic?" Miroku sighed wearily.
"No, I don't think so." The two sat down at a small round table, where Inuyasha pettily ignored Miroku's pleas for him to just leave Kagome alone.
You know, Miroku might be a man of his word, but he's also a loophole man as well. The fucking wench is going to this school, and I wasn't told a goddamn thing! He told me she would be living with her mother, yet her mother lives upstate and she's going to this school! I'm so pissed now, I can barely see.
And what makes it even worse is that Miroku seems to think that just because the bitch isn't sick anymore, I'm supposed to automatically like her. What kind of cliche bullshit is that?! When you hate somebody, you hate that motherfucker all the way, no matter what they look like, or it's not real hate, and I really hate that wench.
"Aw, crap..." Miroku's grumble drew Inuyasha from his malicious musings and he looked up to see a group of burly guys at their table all of a sudden. He cocked an eyebrow at them in boredom, his palm supporting his head.
"Hey, Miroku, who's your pretty friend?" The ringleader, naturally the dumbest and burliest of the group, sneered.
"Shouyou, not today, dude." Miroku sighed. "It's the first day of school, man."
"Hey, if I wanted to consult a calendar, I'd look at one, Higurashi." The idiot drawled, and Inuyasha got the impression that this boy would make the most intelligent of words sound like something at a brothel. The thought made him smirk, if only faintly, but Shouyou saw it and his own sneer widened. "Somethin' funny, pretty boy? What's this?" Before his fingers could come within reach of Inuyasha's coveted journal, they were grasped tightly and twisted a little in warning. Inuyasha's smouldering tangerine eyes bored into Shouyou's angry and bewildered caramel ones.
"I'm going to say this once, and hopefully, the first time, it will sink through your thick skull." He said calmly. "Touch this book and I'll wring the blood from your obese body as easily as if you were a rotten orange." Inuyasha slowly released the jock's fingers and he hissed, shaking the crumpled digits with a small wince.
"Fucking gay-ass weirdo..." He grumbled and they all left the table. Miroku stared in awe at Inuyasha, who remained unfazed.
"Damn, dude, you're extremely protective of that thing." He looked down at his own hands, about a foot away from the journal, and quietly slid them onto his lap, as if he were a reprimanded child.
"This is a special gift from my brother. It's one of the only things that kept me alive when I had nothing to eat and was about to go insane."
"What? But dude...your brother's obviously not broke, and you two seem like...well, hell, typical brothers! So how is that?"
"You're right. He's not broke, but I am. He feels it was necessary to leave me hanging onto life by the skin of my teeth, and just when I was on the brink of death, he would return and I could eat. Until then, though, I stayed locked up in whatever crappy hut we were living in at that time." Miroku gaped at him.
"Your brother's fucked up." He concluded, and Inuyasha chuckled.
"No, not fucked up, but harsh. He would never intentionally leave me to die. And after all, I did come out of it stronger than ever."
"...I guess..." Miroku mumbled, and the bell rung. The two gathered up their books and headed out of the cafeteria. "Need some help finding your first period?"
"How hard can it be to find the...gym?" Having committed his entire schedule to memory, all he needed was to know where his classes were.
"Did you say the gym?" A girl bounced up alongside him and he grinned at her. "I've got P.E. first period—you can come with me."
"That's very kind of you." Miroku chuckled with a shake of his head and headed for his math class.
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The girl, whose name he discovered was Kimiko Hasagawa, turned out to be less athletic than he would've liked. In order to measure their levels of athleticism, the gym teacher, Aikawa-san, had them doing a rather intense obstacle course. They had to run a mile on a continuous track, then once they'd crossed the line eight times—eight times around was about a mile—, they then had to run off of the track and onto a long line of military-type obstacles, including scaling a tall wooden wall, climbing across a series of pull-up bars, and burrowing beneath barbed wire.
Inuyasha was doing pretty well for himself, going at a slower pace than normal if only to challenge himself, and the other students, generally humans, were having a hard time doing the mile. Only one person followed behind him when he ran off the track and got onto the wall, and it was the one person he hated in all the world.
"Wench?!" He gawked, nearly falling off the wall. She smirked maliciously at him.
"Didn't expect to see me, did you, asswipe?" Seeing that she was getting a little ahead of him, Inuyasha picked up the pace a bit more, dismayed that she still seemed to be neck and neck with him.
"Of course not. I thought you would be too far gone on your meds to even know how to spell your name." He scoffed, coming to the top of the wall and jumping down from there, quickening his dash. Much to his annoyance, Kagome never even broke stride.
"You know, that might have pissed me off back when I was sick with hyperpyrexia, but now...yeah, it just seems really childish." Inuyasha growled angrily, seeing her sprint ahead of him, and he surged forward, getting closer and closer to full speed.
"I'll fucking show you childish! No steroid-pumped slut is going to show me up!" He formicated beneath the barbed wire, paying no heed to the barbs cutting his skin, but even so, Kagome remained in the lead, gloating all the while with her self-confident rapidity when they came up from the barbed wire. Inuyasha's anger reached record heights when he saw that, despite his many bloody cuts, Kagome's ivory skin remained unmarred, and he fought not to snarl aloud as they came to the final course, several ropes hanging high above a pit of artificial quicksand. He immediately leapt onto the ropes, pushing his body to the limit, but upon looking behind him, he saw that Kagome was taking her time, carefully swinging from rope to rope like a fastidious monkey, and strangely enough, this pissed him off all the more.
He finished the rope course and ran along the short path back to where they had started, realizing that the course had been a very long loop. His fellow classmates cheered, exhausted though they were, and Inuyasha was inwardly embarrassed about his irregular respiration. His breathing returned to normal when Kagome strode onto the scene, arms swinging as though she hadn't a care in the world. She smiled at him, no doubt putting on a show for the class, and held out her hand for him to shake.
"I guess the best man really did win." She chuckled evenly and Inuyasha glared at her.
"Now that's what I call good sportsmanship. Very mature of you, Kagome." Aikawa-san smiled, and Kagome beamed proudly, her eyes smug. Though it sickened Inuyasha to touch the skin he knew from experience to be unsmooth and sweaty, he brought himself to smile and shake her hand. This time, it wasn't as he thought, but cold and callused, as was his own.
She's still a fucking bitch.
"That was the best competition I've seen in years, you two! A military course run completely in the course of only four minutes and 39 seconds! The rest of you could learn something from these two about athletics! Now get on that track and run me another mile!" The class groaned tiredly, trudging to the track and running less than half-heartedly. Aikawa-san turned back to Inuyasha and Kagome and grinned, "As for you two, I'd like to offer you both a place on the track team. I know it's short notice, but I could really use the speed."
"I'll consider it." Inuyasha mumbled.
"Sorry, Aikawa-san, but I can't. I'm a cheerleader, and I'm on the volleyball team...and chorus, of course. So my schedule stays packed." Kagome smiled apologetically, and Aikawa-san sighed miserably.
"Alright...you can sit on the bleachers." She waved them off and went to watch the other students. Inuyasha stalked up the bleachers and sat at the very top, staring angrily at the cuts on his pale arms. Kagome laid on the bottommost row, her fingers flowing endlessly over the buttons of a cell phone. Inuyasha longed to write of this injustice in his journal, but he didn't want to break the pencil...again.
A girl with long platinum blonde hair and the feline ears and slender tail to match trekked up the bleachers and sat beside him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Skanks piss me off." He huffed. The cat girl blinked.
"Who, Kagome?"
"If you can call it that."
"What'd she do? I thought you beat her in that race thing."
"The bitch knew what she was doing. She could've won, but she wanted to come out looking like the better person, so she lost on purpose." Inuyasha looked at her a little strangely. "Aren't you supposed to be running?"
"Uh, in these?" She lifted her toned leg, revealing the blue high heel on her foot. "I don't think so." Inuyasha was still spellbound to her bare legs, his eyes moving from her pedicured toes to the point of connection where her legs crossed each other.
"You've got nice legs...?" He trailed off, obviously wanting to know her name.
"Gingitsune." She smiled, and Inuyasha took her delicate hand, kissing it.
"Inuyasha. But you don't look like a fox to me."
"Kitsune ancestry."
"Are you a runner?"
"Not much of one. I mean...it's not that I don't lack the ability, but...I can't stand it."
"So how did you slip past Aikawa-san?"
"I just got in here. Shh." She put a finger to supple pink lips that made Inuyasha inadvertently lick his own. "I've never seen you around here before. New?"
"...Yeah." He blinked, after having shaken from his daze. "I, uh, came from the village Akaigawa a few months back."
"Really?" Her silver eyes sparkled with interest. "I have a younger cousin who comes from there, though more recently, he dwelt in Sapporo."
"What's his name?" Inuyasha asked curiously, though he felt he had an idea already.
"Shippou."
"I know him." He smiled. "I've been looking for him for a while, though..."
"He's staying with some woman there named Nanako...he says she's nice and one of him, so they get along well."
"I know her as well. Is he still there?"
"Sure. You can call him on my cell phone if you want." Inuyasha stared at her for a long time, then she grinned sheepishly. "Sorry—I forgot you were...you know...like...from a village. Don't worry, I'll do it for you..."
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Black Ice: Yeah, so, yeah. This was slightly difficult to write, but damn it, we trudged through it! Mainly me.
Blood Rain: Don't you start that crap!
Black Ice: You may find it...coincidental that we're posting this on the same day we deleted A Lust Unparalleled and A Body She Couldn't Control.
Blood Rain: It's a distraction tecnique. Review and tell us if it worked!