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Chapter Three: What we have here is a situation! by Clara "Mr. Kagome Higurashi, we have called you to the infirmary for a reason." The principal paced around the large room, looking slightly nervous. "You're brother has several contusions and cuts, not to mention the horrid welts he has running across the length of his back. We've also noticed many old scars littering his torso." The nurse stopped suddenly, then kneeled in front of my chair, looking me in the eyes as if I were some type of child. "Answer me truthfully," the man took a deep breath. "Do.. your parents abuse you?" I blanched. What did he just ask me? "I-I don't just mean physical abuse, mind you... there are other types of abuse..." I, surprisingly, kept my cool. The guy was only looking for the best of our behalves, after all... "No, my mom and grandpa don't abuse us." I gave the man a level look. "I have noticed the other kids at this school hitting him, though..." "Well, now, you have to understand that that's just child's play!" the principal said nervously. Or maybe he wasn't looking so much to our behalves... He stood up, starting to pace again. I could almost read what was on his mind. 'This could become a whole legal dispute,' he would say, 'he might sue us!' "Look, mister, the fact is, it's not just child's play anymore. You yourself questioned the amount of past and present injuries my brother has, and now you're saying it's child's play?!" My voice held barely restrained anger now as I clenched my hands around the armrests, much like I had when Miroku had drove me to the ice cream shopp�. Only this time, I wasn't terrified for my life. I was terrified for my brother's. "If this continues, then it won't be bruises anymore. It'll be broken bones. And after broken bones, who knows what's going to happen! Part of the reason why I joined this school was for its well-known prestige, but the main reason was because of my brother." I stood up slowly, brushing my dark bangs from my forehead. "I don't want to get into the legal matters, but how do you think it would look to the world if this was brought up to the media? People will automatically think that this school is unsafe to go to, and not only stop sending their kids to it, but actually start taking their kids out as well! Sir, I don't want this to become a large thing, but if my brother continues to receive these beatings, then I will have no choice but to bring this matter up to the police." The man turned pallid, and he stopped, sitting heavily in a chair across from me. He dropped his head in his hands, looking for a moment broken. Letting out a deep sigh, he returned his gaze to my face. "I understand why you are so angry about this." He smirked weakly. "I even understand why he didn't immediately come to us about this problem." He sighed, then ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "I've been the principal in this school for several years now, and we have come across matters like this, if not more severe." He nodded to me slightly. "At the next board meeting, I will bring up this topic. You may visit your brother now." That was an excuse if I ever heard one. I bowed slightly to the tired looking man, then left the big room into a slightly smaller one. My brother was lying in the only bed in the room, eyes closed and apparently asleep. The sheets were drawn up to his back, tucked underneath the nape of his neck, protecting his small frame to the world. Carefully, I shut the door behind me, then walked to my brother's side. Right as the door clicked into place, my brother's eyes opened. "K-Kagome?" he asked, voice ridden with sleep. I dragged up a chair to his side, sitting down beside him, then dropped my boy-voice. "Hey there, Squirt. How're you feeling?" I asked, reaching over and carefully brushing his bangs from his forehead. He gave me a weak smile. "Like shit." "Hst!" I admonished, frowning. "Watch you're language�you're only twelve." Souta carefully and painfully pushed himself up, then launched himself unceremoniously off the bed and into my arms. He buried his face in my shoulder, hugging me tightly. I sat there in surprise for a few moments, before I returned his hug, aware of his tattered back. He pulled back after a few moments, reddening slightly from his unusual display of emotions. "Thanks, Kag-ga." I smiled slightly at his old nickname for me. He frowned slightly after carefully setting himself back into the bed, then closed his eyes in the most serious manner I've ever seen on him. "I s'ppose you realize now that a lot of kids here don't like me, and, in fact, take out their anger on me." "Yeah, I kinda realized that," was my answer. "Why, though? Why do they do that to you, Souta?" Souta shrugged lightly, then winced as the large white bandage moved with his shoulders. "Well, Takeno just hates me for some reason. I think part of it is cuz me and Rin and Mayu are such good friends, and Takeno had the biggest crush on the two girls for awhile. I really don't know why, though. They treat another good friend of mine like this, too." He sighed, then shook his head. "I don't see why you had to come all the way down here, though. I can handle myself!" I gave my brother a dark look, and he shrugged. I could tell he didn't want to talk about this anymore, because he immediately changed the subject. "Hey. Are you going to the festival?" "Most likely," I answered. "I'll probably be going with Miroku and Inuyasha and Eiji and Kouga, along with a couple of the girls from the other school." Souta shook his head in slight disbelief. "I can't figure out how you so quickly made friends with some of the most popular guys in school." Then he blinked. "Hey, that reminds me. Why didn't you just go to the all girl school across the street?" I narrowed my eyes, cracking my knuckles dangerously. "That you have to ask the old man. After I punt him sky-high, that is..." Souta grinned broadly. * "Kagome! Wait up!" I stopped in the middle of the hall, turning around to face the Miroku who was running towards me a bit too fast for comfort. He ran like he drove, dodging around people or other inanimant objects. He had a couple close calls, and tripped over Professor Myouga twice. I'm not entirely sure how he did that, but the old teacher just sighed and continued on his way, most likely used to the rough treatment. "Hey, Kag! Where were you during Art? No wait, duh, you were at the infirmary. The question is... why?" Surprisingly, Miroku managed to shout out this question while careening down the hall. Right as he said the last word, however, he slammed on the breaks and skid in front of me, nearly bowling me over. He over-balanced, then fell on his butt. "Oi!" I sighed down at him in exasperation, and he just looked up at me with these big, questioning eyes. Letting out a groan of slightly exasperation, I grabbed his shoulder and hefted him up. "I'll tell you why, later. I'm still a bit ticked about it..." Miroku nodded, respecting my plea for privacy. "Hey, hey! The festival's tomorrow! Are you going to bring a girl?" Being as he was, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. I rolled my eyes. "Since I know SO many girls around here..." I said sarcastically, then nudged him in the shoulder. "What about you? Finally gunna work up the nerve to ask Sango or just continue groping her? She might file for sexual harassment..." Priest stuck his tongue out at me. "Hush, you. Anyway, our group never goes as dates. Inuyasha and Kikyo tried that scene a while back, and you don't even want to know how that turned out." Oh, believe me, I do.. "Whatever. Anyway, when is the festival, and what time is it right now?" "Well, it's already eight, and the others are already gone. But since I was such a good friend, I stayed and waited for you." For a moment, I thought he actually sounded kind of despaired. Then, well, it clicked. He stayed because he wanted to know why I got called away. Dummy. "We don't have any classes tomorrow, can you believe it?! I'm so glad Lady Kaede became the dean�she's always thinking up these awesome treats for us. We didn't get anything like this when the grouchy Mr. Haimitsu was the dean..." I somehow managed to derive from his worthless babble that the festival was going to start at the beginning of the day when third period normally began and lasted until the end of the day. The end of the day meaning around five p.m. He informed me that it was going to be just like a normal carnival, completely with the rides and the too-salty, too-sweet food and cheesy magic acts. "Don't get me wrong," he said reassuringly. "The beginning of the year festival is the best part of the year! It's so damn fun..." And here began yet another chatter session with Miroku Priest as we walked.. somewhere. I wasn't entirely sure at the time. So what did I do? I asked, of course. "Hey, Miroku, where're we going?" For a moment, my friend looked positively evil. Complete with the devil horns and the pitch fork, and the nasty little scheming smile. I gulped nervously. "Why, where we always go!" The evil look became more pronounced, and I could almost imagine the little poison skulls flying around his head. Okay, I was scared now.. "To the ice cream shopp�." I gave him a nervous look, waiting anxiously for him to continue, but at the same time, dreading it. "But the thing is, since it took you soooo long to return, and the other's already left.." Oh no. "I'm.." Oh God Almighty please have mercy on me. "..driving." NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! * By some miracle, by some odd chance, we got to the ice cream shopp� in one piece. Don't get me wrong, this does not mean that Miroku was driving any better. Not a chance. In fact, being that he was probably still annoyed at me for playing that ("low down stinkin' no good bloody") trick on him, that he drove about ten times worse than usual! I swear to you, I had replayed my entire life throughout that frightening car ride.. Almost before Miroku slammed forcefully on the breaks and put the car in park, I flew from the vehicle and into the ice cream shopp�, throwing the door open and hiding behind... well... Sango. "I thought you guys liked me.." I whimpered pathetically, trembling from head to foot. Sango glanced at me over her shoulder and blinked, while my other "friends", laughed. "Oi, Kagome, what's wrong?" Inuyasha asked, snagging a fry from Kouga's tray and munching on it. The dark haired boy glared viciously at Inuyasha, the protected his tray by setting up his menu around it. Still hiding behind Sango like a coward, I shot Inuyasha a dark, accusing look. "Sure," I muttered. "It'd be a lot easier just to outright tell me you hated me, instead of trying to KILL ME!" Inuyasha choked on the fry he had stolen from Kouga, part laughter and part from.. well, surprise, I suppose. I glared at him, willing my eyes to inform them that it he died from choking on that fry, I wouldn't grieve. In fact, I would celebrate. I had no such luck, though. Eiji dislodged the food from his throat by solidly whacking him on the back between his shoulder blades. Miroku walked in a few moments later, grinning like the Cheshire cat and looking immensely pleased with himself. Sango, I'm sure, was still confused at the odd behavior we were expressing. Either that, or resigned. Good old Sango, always the most level headed in the bunch. That is.. I edged away from her, then took the only empty seat, which, fatefully (or would that be fatally?), was beside Kikyo. She ignored me. I didn't mind. And thus, another day as a boy ended. I wondered how long I'd survive. If trying to keep attraction unnoticed by a certain black haired boy didn't kill me, then Miroku's driving should. * "KAAAAAAAAA~GOOOOOOOO~MEEEEEEEE!!!!" "KYAAAA!!" Needless to say, I half-fell rather gracelessly from my bed. Somehow, in the middle of the large jump due to the extremely LOUD wake up call, my legs got tangled in my sheets. So when I fell from the bed, half of me stayed on, and the other half ended up sprawled in a mess across the dirty floor. Unfortunately, this half contained my head. "Nnn.." I plucked something undefinable from my hair, then glared dangerously and the upside down grinning moron. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed, looking as gleeful as a pixie. I wanted to claw his eyes out. "Could we be a LITTLE more subtle?" I was sarcastic. When I say sarcastic, I mean bitterly, wrathfully, furiously, caustically sarcastic. He completely missed this, of course, and just continued to grin blissfully. "Sorry, Kagome-kun! I just didn't want you to miss your first "Beginning of the Year" festival!" Hojou doesn't learn. That's obvious. What's probably not so obvious is that I don't learn either. "Omigod!" I managed to fit those three words into one single word, then kind of did a back somersault-twist. It was painful, as my legs were still tangled in my sheets. Therefore, I ended up dragging my entire bed-covering, mattress included, off my bed and on top of my legs. "I'm going to be late! Priest is gunna KILL me!" I reached underneath my mattress and attempted to free myself from my confinements. "Hoi! Kagome, don't worry! We still have two more hours until the festival actually starts.." I stared at him in disbelief for a few moments, still half under my mattress. "YOU WOKE ME UP TO TELL ME THAT?!" Innocent grin. There were times I wondered if Hojou is as moronic as he led people on to be. This was one of them. What if he just wanted to make the innocent people of St. Bernard's School for Special Boys a living hell? Maybe he had some bitter resentment towards the school. Maybe he never originally wanted to go to this school, and had wanted to be home-schooled so he could be secluded in a basement with only cockroaches as his friends! Okay, so I was a little bitter. Maybe he really was just a moron. "I am going back to sleep," I informed him tightly, then pulled the mattress up all the way over my head. I won't even sicken you and tell you just what was on the floor that I was currently lying on. "On the floor?" Hojou asked, appalled. "Kagome-kun, that must be uncomfor�" "Hojou?" "Yes, Kagome-kun?" "Shut. Up." "Yes, Kagome-kun.." I woke up an hour and a half later to someone jumping cheerfully on my stomach, on top of the mattress I was using as a blanket. This person was heavy. Well, considering my state of mind at the moment, heavy meant around the 130-140 pounds. It wasn't hard to deduct that the person who was jumping up and down on top of me was Miroku, since after the third jump he started singing a Tom Petty song, and it was pretty damn obvious who's voice it was. Being that it was Miroku, I wisely decided to comment on his weight problem whilst he crushed several of my ribs into oblivion. "Ugh... we better... ack, my ribs.. stop going to the ice cream sho--WATCH THAT KNEE!--pp�.. because DAMN, Miroku.. OWWWW!!!.. YOU'RE GETTING FAT!!!" Miroku stopped bouncing, then practiced the WWF Smackdown on me. I yelped, muttering all sorts of colorful curses and four letter words, then glared dangerously at the brightly smiling boy. "You're as bad as Hojou," was my biting remark. He smothered me with a pillow. "Do not speak the blasphemous name!" I muttered something incomprehensible, even to my ears. I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I know it wasn't suitable for even the most vicious of sailors. My name is Kagome Higurashi, and I have a potty mouth. Well, ever since I became a boy. After a while of struggling to breathe, due to the fact that Miroku was sitting on my solar plexus AND had the pillow on top of my face, I decided that, well, I was uncomfortable. So, somehow, I rolled out from underneath him and the mattress, then glared at him for all I was worth. He grinned innocently. I spat something very unwoman like (which is fine, seeing that I was a man at the time), then stood completely to my feet, wincing slightly. I was going to have some nasty looking bruises tomorrow. "I'm going to go get changed," I grumbled, grabbing my bag and a pillow. "Make my bed, will ya?" With that, I threw the pillow I was holding against his face. Since he wasn't expecting it, it smacked him right on the nose. "Kaaaa~gooommeeee!!" I walked out a few minutes later, face freshly scrubbed clean, and dressed in a pair of jeans and a large, baggy sweatshirt. The dummy Miroku was sitting on my mattress, which was still on the floor. I mock-pouted at him. "I thought you were going to make my bed!" "Bull crap!" was Miroku's so sophisticated answer. "Come on, we gotta go." Once again, I was subjected to Miroku Express as he dragged me through one of the many halls. I sighed and resigned myself to fate. Nothing was normal when it came to Miroku, anyway. While he dragged me towards the front of the school, Miroku informed me that I wouldn't have to worry about his wild driving, since the festival was only a few blocks from our school and we would be walking. At this, I let out a sigh of relief, and in turn received an elbow to my gut. Stupid Miroku. * We met Kikyo and Sango at the front of the festival instead of at their school. I'm not entirely sure why, but I had no objections. Apparently, I made a decently attractive boy, according to the looks I was getting from some of the girls. That, mind you, was HIGHLY disturbing and just as embarrassing. Me, though, I was ignoring everyone around me, and instead was just staring at the festival with wide eyes. I hadn't been in a festival for years, ever since I was five, actually. My family had a blast reminiscing about that story, actually. I guess I had taken one of those mallets that they use for those strength tests and started chasing around one of the clowns who had startled me, causing me to drop my cotton candy. That had been my first and last time. 'Once was enough,' mom had said. So, granted, I was filled with that childish excitement. I mean, come on! Mid-life crisis here, already.. "It's a Ferris wheel!" I down right squealed. I looked at the ride for a few moments with starry eyes, before I noticed the extremely odd looks I was getting from my friends. Major blush. "Uh.. uhm.. sorry.." I cleared my throat, shifting from foot to foot and willing the blood to go away from my cheeks. "I.. uh.. ahem.. haven't been t-to.. uh.. a festival since I was.. well, five.." Blink blink. "...." I shot them each a deadpan look, then stomped off towards one of the stands. "Feh! If you guys are just going to stand there and gawk all day, I'm going to go.. uh.. to the hypnosis tent! Yeah, that's it..." This is where life got interesting. "Did Kagome just squeal?" Sango whispered to Miroku (as if I couldn't hear her), who, in turn, shrugged. Sango paused, then suddenly slapped Miroku's hand away. "PERVERT!" Miroku pouted and rubbed his poor offended hand. It had been edging towards her butt. "Oi! Sango! I'm sorry! My hand just sometimes has a mind of it's own!" I rolled my eyes as Sango came running towards me, an annoyed expression on her face. "Kagome! Wait up! I prefer your company over Priest's, any day!" "Saaaangoooo! Hold on! I'm sorry, you're butt was, well, just there! It was calling out to meee!" I sighed and wondered how I got trapped with this bizarre group. * The hypnosis tent was huge. I kid you not, it resembled St. Bernard's School's gym, it was so big. Idly, as I watched some stage crew set up the props, I wondered if my house could fit in this tent. Actually, to be a bit less vitriolic, the people who had set up the tent had actually done a pretty good job. Rows and rows of seats surrounded a small and neatly decorated stage. Kids of all ages were already scattered amongst the chairs, talking quietly or throwing popcorn kernels at each other. My friends and I took our seats in the middle of the stadium, having a perfect view of the stage. "I can't believe we actually came here," Inuyasha grumbled. "What the hell is with all this magic shit? Do you guys actually believe this..?" "Hey," Miroku said easily, draping an arm around Sango's shoulders. "We'll just have to suffer through it for the girls.." Sango elbowed him again, and he winced and dropped his arm to his side, pouting at her. "Well," Kikyo drawled almost bitingly to me. "You look like you're enjoying yourself.." I opened my mouth to shoot a just as biting remark to her, but was beat to it by Sango. "Hst, Kikyo, let's not make this an unpleasant experience, okay? Have fun!" Kikyo frowned and Sango and slumped back into her chair, pouting like a child. I, so maturely, stuck my tongue out at her, briefly wondering why the girl hated me so much. I mean, I hadn't done anything to her, that could be oh-so-offending, and yet she treated me as if I was the worst guy on the planet. Guy. Oi, I don't think I'll ever get used to that.. "Hey, Kagome?" Miroku asked from over Sango. She was seated between us, and I had the slightest feeling that she wished I was sitting between her and Miroku. Fat chance. "Yeah?" My eyes never strayed far from the stage in front of me. I was unconsciously excited about the fact that some guy or girl would hypnotize someone, and for some reason, slightly uncomfortable. I wasn't about to say anything to the friends, but I had an uneasy feeling about this. You know, the kind of feeling where the hair stands up on the back of your neck, and you get goosebumps? Yeah. I just had the feeling that something was going to go so very wrong. "What do you think about this kinda stuff? D'ya think it's a whole bunch of fake shit?" "Well.." I paused, thinking over my answer. "The thought creeps me out, yanno? I wouldn't want anyone controlling me.." "Oh please," Inuyasha snorted, tossing up a popcorn kernel and catching it in his mouth. I snatched one and tried to do the same. It hit my nose then bounced to the ground. Inuyasha smirked triumphantly at me, tossing up another and once again catching it in his mouth. "You know the people who get 'hypnotized' are just faking it for the publicity. I wish I could go up there and prove to them how dumb they are.." What we didn't notice was a pair of bright red eyes staring at our group from behind a curtain. It didn't take long for the tent to get filled with chattering teenagers and kids, and once in awhile a few adults. They sat eagerly, chittering about the amazing "Yura of the Hair" and how she could so easy manipulate people to do her liking. However.. It was twenty minutes after the show was supposed to start, and this awe-inspiring "Yura" was no where to be seen. People were starting to get antsy, shifting around and shouting unpleasant words at the empty stage. Still, there was no sign of Yura. "Maybe we should just go," Miroku muttered to Sango. "I mean, it's a waste of mon--" There was an explosion coming from the stage, startling some shrieks from the audience, and almost conjuring one up from me. I bit my tongue, though, keeping in my yelp. "WELCOME!" a booming voice howled through the speakers, creating an eerie echoing sound. I jumped, unconsciously grabbing Sango's arm, as the lights dimmed to nothing. Sango gave me a thoughtful look in the dark, and I snatched my hand away. All at once, the stage burst into glittering light. The platform practically shone with hues of oranges and yellows, earning some pleasantly surprised gasps from the group. Well, I had to give the audience credit. They screamed and clapped and gasped at the appropriate times. Smoke wisped around the stage, heavier than the air and therefore spilling from the stage and creeping against the ground towards the audience�s feet. However, before it could touch anyone, it dissipated into nothing. This earned a couple 'ooh's' and 'ahh's', and an unimpressed grunt from Inuyasha. Me, on the other hand.. "Oi, Kagome.." Sango whispered, poking me in the ribs. "You look like you just saw a ghost!" "Th.. there's h-hair.." was my stumbling response. Yes, people, there were glowing, shimmering strands of hair littered all over the stage, creating a type of intricate web. This hair was what was emanating the eerie light, shooting reflections of the dazzling colors everywhere. But it was hair.. "Where?" Sango asked, sounding slightly confused. I turned my stunned gaze from the stage and on to Sango's puzzled expression. She was studying the stage just as hard as I was, but apparently, she didn't see it. I blanched. A young, scantily clad lady stepped into the misty smoke, and looked at the audience with a happy expression. She smiled and bowed, revealing way too much cleavage. Miroku was having a field day, while Sango was obviously restraining herself from bashing our overenthusiastic friend over the head. "Thank you for coming to my show," the girl lilted out, smiling and showing a row of perfect teeth. I could even see it from where I was sitting, though I was concentrating more on the hair. Privately, I wished her a cavity. "To get down to business, may I have two volunteers?" Several hands shot up, mostly males, but occasionally a couple females. Miroku was one who raised his hand, thus bringing Yura's attention to our group. She saw, well, me, and grinned viciously. "You! Young man, in the green sweater, please come down!" Her gaze traveled to my right, and the grinned broadened. "Bring your friend with you. The one with the long black hair." It was Inuyasha's turn to blanch, and my turn to blink in astonishment. After a few moments of confusion, I stood up and grabbed Inuyasha's arm. He gave me a freaked look, and I shrugged. "Hey, you said you wanted to go there and prove everyone how dumb hypnosis was.. well, here's your chance!" Inuyasha continued to give me the slightly scared expression, and I shrugged, releasing his arm and squeezing around him to the aisle leading to the stage. "Well, it's up to you," I muttered. "Chicken." "Hey!" I got my desired reaction, and Inuyasha leapt to his feet, following me. "I ain't a chicken! Hell, I'll prove to you just how not chicken I am!" With that statement, he stomped ahead of me, then leapt onto the stage with agile grace. I blinked, then hurried after him and followed his example, though I just sort of clambered up onto the stage. Hey, no one's accused me of being more graceful than Inuyasha.. Yura smiled creepily at us, and for a moment I swore I saw her eyes flash red. I shuddered and edged around the strands of hair towards her. Inuyasha didn't see them and walked straight towards the vicious looking hair. Surprisingly, before he could run into them, they parted and allowed him through, before once again entangling themselves into their previous position. I blinked in fascination, and the lights moved with the hair. The audience gasped appropriately. "Your name?" I jumped, then looked down at the microphone that had been shoved into my face. "K-Kagome," I said clearly. There were some catcalls, and I glared at Miroku and Eiji. They smiled innocently at me, and the catcalls ceased. "Inuyasha," said character remarked when the microphone was shoved into his face. He was giving Yura and faintly annoyed look. Yura circled around him in a predatory manner, looking over his body and his hair. "Ah, Inuyasha, tell me. What do you think about hypnosis?" "It's a load of bull crap," he stated, then took a step back. She was suddenly in front of his face, standing on her tiptoes so that her eyes were level with his. "Oh, really?" Inuyasha blinked again, looking faintly confused, then just.. well, fell asleep. I kid you not. He fell asleep, standing in the middle of the stage, with his eyes wide open. About here was where I started to get creeped out. The hypnotizer turned to me, smiling humorlessly. Her eyes weren't brown anymore, in fact, they were blood red. ::you're getting sleepy..:: a voice whispered. Her words flashed across my mind in blinding clarity, and slowly my eyes drifted shut. I swayed on my feet, wondering where I could lie down and take a nice nap.. ::now, now, keep your eyes open,:: On cue, my eyes opened. I was in a trance. ::when you wake up, you will remember nothing about this conversation. however, when i clap, i want you to say a subduing spell to your friend. i don't care what, just say it. you won't feel the urge to say the word whenever someone claps.:: I nodded sleepily, ready and willing to do everything she said. Yura peered more closely at me, looking thoughtful. ::how amusing. you're a girl disguised as a boy.:: there was a pause, then a gleeful sounding giggle. ::laa, i can do so much with this! hmm..:: Another pause, and Yura paced inside my mind. I shifted. That was uncomfortable. ::but now that i have the opportunity, what do i do?! hmm, hmm, hmm.. oh, damn! i can't think of anything right now!:: At this, a single strand of hair unwound itself from the web and wrapped itself around my wrist. ::i'll just keep tabs on you until i can think of something perfectly heinous. now, wake up!:: I woke up, then blinked at Yura. "Aren't you supposed to be.. uh.. trying to hypnotize us or something?" Inuyasha mirrored my confused look, completely awake. I had already forgotten mine and Yura's mental conversation. The crowd 'oohed' in appreciation, and I shared and puzzled look with Inuyasha. He shrugged, and, well, Yura clapped. "SIT!" B-TAAAAANNG! I blinked. Yura blinked. The crowd, as one, blinked. Inuyasha embedded himself face first into the ground. Yura glanced at me, looking disbelieving. "La? You used 'sit' as a subduing spell?" "Sub-wha?" The audience was going wild. After a moment, Inuyasha pried himself from the ground. He rubbed his face and groaned, then turned to me and glared. "BITCH!" "Hey!" I shouted back, annoyed and confused. "I didn't mean to! All I said was 'sit'.." WHACK. Once again, Inuyasha was personally introduced with the stage, face first. "Oops.. sorry! Sorry!" The crowd cheered louder, and I got a nervous twitch in my right eye. Oh boy. Inuyasha was going to kill me.. * "I must say," Miroku said, grinning at the pissed off Inuyasha. I was walking as far away as possible from him, just as he was me. "I've never known someone who used their face to 'sit'.." Inuyasha winced at the last word, then glared dangerously at the pigtailed boy. Miroku just grinned. "It's not funny!" Kikyo cried, smacking Miroku upside the head. "How would you like it if you fell face first into the ground after Kagome said 'sit'?" Once again, Inuyasha winced. "Well, what do you think, Kagome?" Kouga asked. "I think what we have here is a sit--" WHACK!! "--uation.." "BIIIIIITCH!!" .:end chapter 3:. Up next, the gang is still walking around the festival, this time with much more tension in the air. How is this new situation going to affect Inuyasha and Kagome's friendship? What happens when they get stuck together on the Ferris wheel, much to Kikyo's demise? And what's up with Sango? Yes! Finals are over! About the Yura and sit thing, well.. I couldn't resist. My all time favorite part of the manga is that Kagome has the power to flatten Inuyasha with a single word, and Yura was just creepily cool. Expect to see more of Yura. *throws a FIT* Man, there's just something wrong with me today. Many, MANY apologizes for my htmling mistakes (if anyone saw them), but I write all my html by hand (since I don't have mword). Anyway, hopefully it'll work right, this time.. |