Bum-ba-da-bum! Here it is! The wonderful, beautiful, worship-worthy
fanfiction, by me, the Epitome of Distraction!
Okay, so it's not the best, but whatever; it's my first fic; I'll get better after a couple tries...
Inu-Yasha: Just how bad are you, wench? There are already enough crappy writers out there making me look like a fool. You better not be planning to make me Miroku-ish.
Miroku: Excuse me, Inu-Yasha, but I resent that. Though my behavior may, at times, be less than honorable, I deplore the thought that I cannot control my male, libidinal urges towards women that inevitably make themselves over-whelmingly known at random times throughout each and every day, making it hard to live a decent, respectable life, slowly and maddeningly deteriorating my self-control, and therefore, my self-esteem, until I finally can't take it any more and break down, causing my friends to abandon me, and my family line lost because I can't contain myself enough to have a mature adult relationship with a female presence, and therefore having my Grandfather and Father, and eventually myself, to have died without every being avenged!
Inu-Yasha: Uhh, what the heck was that?
Sango: Houshi-sama, is there something you would like to talk about?
Miroku: No, no, Sango. I apologize; I merely lost my composure for a moment. I'm perfectly fine now.
Sango: Uhh, okay...
Distraction: Well, let's just get on with the fanfiction, shall we:ignores the light bickering behind her: Here it is! Oh, and I don't own Inu-Yasha.
Inu-Yasha: Damn straight...
Truth or Dare or Blush til it Hurts
"That math test was terrible," complained Kagome. She was walking home with her friends after a day of horrifically longs mid-terms. She had come home to her time two days ago for them, but thinking now about the inevitably bad scores she must have gotten made her wish she hadn't.
"I agree," Yuka said, "but the exam on the Feudal Era was the worst." Eri and Ayumi nodded solemnly in agreement.
Kagome blushed slightly at this. "Oh no. That was the best one."
Her friends looked at her. "There were 15 essay questions on the excruciating details of everyday life 500 years ago. How can that possibly be easy?"
Kagome suddenly became very interested with a non-existent spot on her sleeve.
Yuka changed the subject for her. "Enough with that. Let's talk about something more interesting." Smiling, she looked at her and asked, "So, what's new with that guy. You know, the possessive two-timer?" Her words were sing-song-y and teasing.
Kagome looked up, blushing even harder. "Oh, him. He's fine. He hasn't mentioned that other girl for quite a while. And I haven't seen KO-that guy who wants me to be his mate for a long time, so things are going pretty smoothly. We haven't argued for, like, a week, either." She sighed. Miroku and Sango had been doing the yelling lately.
"What's wrong?" Eri asked. "Isn't it a good thing you aren't fighting?"
"Oh, it's not that. It's just that there are these two people, and I know they really like each other. It's just, they're being so stupid!" She violently punched a fist into her opposite palm.
Her friends raised their eyes eye-brows and exchanged glances. "Umm, Kagome? Would you like to tell us about it, maybe we can help."
Kagome sighed again. "Well, see, there's this guy who's a bit of a pervert. He hits on every pretty girl he comes across. Especially this one girl. She never liked it before, but lately, I think she's been having feelings for him, too. But she tries to ignore them, like the feelings will go away if she just doesn't act on them. She's probably worried he won't be faithful, and with good reason. He is the world's most womanizing monk. I just know she likes him, and he likes her, but what can I do? There just being so stupid. Ugh!" Her hands flew pinto the air. She had said this all very fast, and Eri and Ayumi stared at her like she had just grown a mustache before their very eyes. But, Yuka looked at her with her all-knowing grin.
"I know what you can do!" she said, clapping her hands together. Kagome blinked, "Huh? What?"
Yuka grinned at her. "Play a game of course! Like 'Spin-the-Bottle' or 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'!"
Kagome looked at her. "Umm, that would require me to play, me to KISS someone."
Yuka looked down-fallen. "Oh yeah." They walked in silence for a few moments.
Ayumi perked up. "I know! How about 'Truth or Dare'? It's pretty safe, right? Just say truth all the time, and if someone asks something that you don't want to answer, lie!"
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Yuka and Eri practically jumped with excitement at the ingeniousness of the idea. A smile slowly spread across Kagome's face. "Yeah, I can do that." She didn't like the idea of lying, but she was willing to do just about anything for her friends.
They continued walking until they got to Kagome's house. They said their good-byes and parted. Kagome smiled. She was going back tomorrow...
Miroku stood by the well that would take Inu-Yasha to Kagome's time. "I don't think you should go there, Inu-Yasha. Lady Kagome said she would be coming back today, and I doubt she needs to be reminded."
"I don't care. She'll stay there forever if I don't go, I know it. Her and her 'exams'. Feh! Why does she like them so much?" Inu-Yasha stood a short distance from the well, trying to shake Shippo off his leg.
"Inu-Yasha, no!" the kitsune squealed, hanging on tighter. "If you go, Kagome will get mad, and you two will start fighting again."
Miroku and Sango watched the tug-o'-war for Inu-Yasha's pants for a few minutes until the Hanyou gave a particularly hard kick, sending Shippo flying to land on his head ten feet away. Without bothering to see if he had caused any harm to the young demon, Inu-Yasha quickly sprinted over to the Bone Eater's Well and jumped in. He landed hard on all fours, then immediately jumped out again. Inu-Yasha was no longer in the green field outside of Kaede's village, but in a small shrine behind Kagome's house. He ran out the door, then to the strange building Kagome called home. He bounded up the side of the house to the girl's open window, letting himself inside.
Even though the sun had been up for over two hours, Kagome was still asleep in bed. He sighed and grumbled at himself. Why didn't this girl have the decency to get up early and get back to him? Umm, him and the rest of her friends. Inu-Yasha blushed very slightly. 'I didn't mean it like that,' he told himself firmly.
Looking to distract himself and let Kagome sleep, Inu-Yasha took to exploring the room. He opened drawers and examined the strange items on her tables. There was one device that was shaped like a box, but had a circular thing on the front and button at the top that, if pressed, made the box flash light. He played with that until he became bored, then sat down in the chair by Kagome's desk and looked at the sleeping girl. Her black hair fanned out over the pillow in a carefree sort of way. Her mouth was open just the slightest bit, and her hand lay next to her cheek in an innocent fashion that Inu-Yasha decided suited her well. Her head was turned flat on the pillow, elongating her neck in a very elegant, very feminine way. Her other hand came to rest at the base of her neck, so that one of her bare shoulders was covered by her wrist.
Inu-Yasha blinked. Bare shoulders? Was Kagome wearing anything under those blankets? The hanyou got up and went to the side of the bed. He stared at her, arguing with himself about whether he should check to see or not. He was still standing there when the bedroom door slammed open suddenly. Kagome's kid brother stood there.
"Kagome! Mom says breakfast's- oh! Hey Inu-Yasha! How long have you been here?"
Inu-Yasha stood there, shocked, by Kagome's bed, unable to move. Kagome quickly stirred. She blinked her eyes open, then saw Inu-Yasha standing over her. She shrieked and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Get out! Get out!" She picked up the alarm clock on the table next to her and chucked it hard at Inu-Yasha's back as he tried to get out of the room as quickly as he could. "Pervert!" He slammed the door shut.
Inu-Yasha stood in the hallway outside of Kagome's room with a shocked look on his face. The way she had reacted seemed to answer any questions he had about what she was wearing. Her brother giggled, bringing Inu-Yasha back to his senses. He crossed his arms and glared at the kid, but that just made him laugh more. From the bottom of the stairs, Kagome's mother's voice called up to them, "What's all the noise up there? Is everything all right?"
"Sure, Mom! It's just Inu-Yasha!"
"Oh, hello, Inu-Yasha," came the voice. "Souta, come set another place at the table for him."
"Comin'," Souta replied, and scampered down the stairs. Inu-Yasha shook his head.
The bedroom door opened, and Kagome came out, looking mad. She faced Inu-Yasha, and said, "What the heck were you doing? What are you even doing here? I thought I told you not to come!"
Inu-Yasha glared back. "I didn't think you'd come back without me making you! And I wasn't doing anything; I was just looking!"
Kagome was flustered. "At what, exactly, were you looking?"
This made Inu-Yasha blush. Kagome scowled at him. "You're as bad as Miroku sometimes, I swear!" She went downstairs, leaving a very indignant Inu-Yasha behind.
"When will they be back?" whined Shippo for the fifteenth time in as many minutes.
Sango impatiently replied, "In a little while. Now stop asking!"
Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and Kirara were relaxing in a grove of trees a little ways away from the well. The monk was sitting against a tree, gazing at his covered hand. Kirara was asleep next to him, oblivious to anything but the dream she was currently having. With Kagome and Inu-Yasha gone, that left Sango to watch after Shippo. The little demon was very impatient and restless, wanting Kagome to come back, and wasn't easy to keep occupied.
"Hey, Shippo. Why don't you go see if you can get through the well again? Maybe it'll work this time." The kitsune brightened and ran off to try. Sango knew it was useless, but at least it would keep him busy, maybe he'd even get stuck...
Sango looked around and spotted Miroku, still staring at his hand. Her mood changed suddenly; she felt a wave of sorrow came over her, the way it always did when she thought about him and his situation. How horrible would it be to be cursed with a weapon so powerful it would eventually kill you? And since childhood dent on a wild goose chase to kill the person responsible for the curse, the one way you could be rid of it forever? And knowing that you would not likely slay that person, and to have to sanely plan for the future, knowing you only had a few years left, and having to plan to have a child to carry on your mission, but knowing that the child would also be cursed to bear the weapon as well? It was a lot to handle; Sango knew she would fall apart if she were in his place. But whenever she tried to comfort him or get him to talk about it, he would rush off somewhere, or ruin the moment by touching her butt.
She sighed, and went and sat down between him and Kirara. He looked up at her, letting his hand fall. Suddenly unnerved, she turned towards Kirara, positioning herself against the tree so her rear was out of range of his wandering hands. Somewhat embarrassed, though she didn't know why, she asked him, "How long do you think Inu-Yasha and Kagome will be?"
Miroku tilted his head back against the tree and gazed at the leafy ceiling. "I don't know. Inu-Yasha may hasten Lady Kagome's return a little, but I doubt he would make much difference in her arrival time. I don't know why he bothered to go."
Sango nodded. Kirara yawned, and Sango started petting her. "Then again, he might even slow her down. If it were me, he'd just be in the way." She looked over her shoulder at the monk. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. She stopped stroking Kirara. His lips were slightly parted, enhancing the illusion that he was napping. Much to her own embarrassment, she thought they looked soft. "Temptingly soft," a voice that sounded a lot like Kagome's said in the back of her head. She blushed. Biting her own lip, she reached out for Miroku's mouth. When she realized what her hand had been doing, she quickly pulled it back, blushing profusely.
A loud bang from right next to her made her cry out in surprise, and knock her off her balance. Much to her dismay, she fell right into Miroku's lap. He opened his eyes and looked at her, startled, then turned his head to where Shippo had appeared and was now cackling insanely. "That wasn't very nice to scare lady Sango like that, Shippo." The only response was more laughter.
Sango was staring at Shippo, half surprised and half angry. She knew she was blushing, and therefore couldn't bring herself to look at Miroku, but couldn't bring herself to get up either. So she just sat there and stared at Shippo laughing until she heard Miroku say to her, "Umm, Sango?" She looked at him. He was blushing too. Sango looked down and saw that one of her hands had come to a rest on his chest, and the other, she noticed with a gasp, fallen on his upper thigh, dangerously close to... she drew her hands back sharply and stood up, her face so hot she swore it was radiating heat.
More to get away from Miroku than anything else, she snatched Shippo up and dragged him over to the well, yelling about startling her, and promptly smacked his rear-end as punishment, ignoring his wails.
She looked over at Miroku, who was now rummaging through their bag of food. As she dropped a whimpering Shippo into the well, a thought occurred to her. Even though she had presented an easy target, Miroku hadn't tried to touch her. What did that mean?
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I'll put up the next chapter in a little bit; I have most of written already, but I still need to do my thirteenth proof-read. So, yeah, expect it shortly!