|
Miroku dropped Sango and Kagome off late Friday night, and the other's came on Saturday in the afternoon. My grammar sucks. Sorry x.x; Chapter Six: Walk like a man, talk like a man.. By Clara Morning came and I found my self in a rather awkward position. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't curled up against Inuyasha with my arms around his waist and him with his arm around my shoulders or something cheesy like that. I could only wish. No, I had somehow squirmed my way half off the couch and was currently resting my head half way against Inuyasha's leg. Immediately, I turned bright red and pulled myself up, crawling underneath the blanket and onto the floor. Inuyasha stirred slightly, and Sango grumbled, curling the blankets closer against her and Miroku. Aww. I was going to give her hell for that, mind you. She deserved to be teased too, once in a while. After I somehow managed to untangle myself from the blanket, I just stood there for a minute, looking around. Somewhere in the middle of our movie marathon, I had left to change into a pair of sweats and a white short-sleeved shirt, since I had figured that it wouldn't be exactly comfortable sleeping on the same couch as Miroku and only wearing a yellow sundress. I yawned, stretched, then jumped so high I nearly hit the ceiling when the doorbell rang. Eiji's eyes snapped open, and he looked around in slight confusion until his eyes met mine. He blinked, then reached over to the side of the couch where he had left his glasses and slipped them back onto his nose. "'Morning, Kekki�" he mumbled around a wide yawn. "What time is it?" I looked around until I found the digital clock that somehow had been tossed across the room. I frowned, then tilted my head to the side, in order to read the upside down numbers. "Eight a.m." Eiji groaned in annoyance, dropping his head back against the cushions and not bothering to take off his glasses. "Wake me up in three hours." I shook my head slightly, walking over to the door. The insistent person rang the doorbell again, but this time didn't release it. Instead, he or she practically leaned on it, thus waking up the rest of our motley crew. Kikyo muttered something extremely unlady like, and extremely un-Kikyo like, then pulled the blanket over her head and ears. "I'm coming, for chrissakes!" I shouted at the door. I picked my way through the piles of chips and random shoes, then swung my door open, face clearly showing my annoyance. The boy on the other side of the door blinked back at me. "Hi," he greeted, and I blinked at him. For a moment I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The boy had silvery white hair. "Uh, hi," I answered so very intelligently. "Um, are you looking for someone?" Truthfully, the boy was unnerving me. Or perhaps I should call him a man. He looked like he was about in his early twenties and had very, very pretty features. Judging by the dark circles and the five-o-clock shadow on his face, though, it was pretty obvious he didn't get much sleep the night before. "Actually, I'm looking for my brother Inuyasha. He said he was going to be here tonight?" I blinked again, pulling the door open all the way. It was hard to believe those two were related. As attractive as Inuyasha was, he was nowhere near as pretty as this boy. Weeeellll� that's not entirely the truth. Inuyasha was as pretty as this boy, but in a different kind of way. He was a more� rugged type. This boy who was standing in front of me had more angular features, but at the same time softer. He looked womanly. "Uh, yeah, he's on that couch over there�" I waved my hand to where Inuyasha was sleeping. He had curled up slightly on his side, his hair falling over his face to hide it slightly. I firmly squashed the temptation of wanting to run over there and run my fingers through Inuyasha's hair. I had it bad. The boy nodded, then looked at me as if asking permission to come in. I blushed in slight embarrassment, then nodded and swung the door open all the way. He smiled slightly at me, then walked over to Inuyasha's side and sat down, right where I had been sleeping. Damnit, I had planned on returning back to that spot� "What happened?" Inuyasha asked, surprising me. I thought he was still asleep. "Dad left." Inuyasha froze for a moment, then made a small sound in the back of his throat. It sounded almost like a growl. "How's mom taking it?" The boy shook his head tiredly, white locks of hair following the movement. "Not very good. She kind of went into shock, then locked herself in her room. This was like at three a.m." "Sesshomaru..." "Look, Inuyasha, I know this is hard for you, but it's about ten times harder for Mom AND Dad to deal with." "Dad's a moron." "Yeah, I know. But you better go back home to Mom. As much as I love her, and she loves me, I think it would be better if her real son would come back." I glanced at Sango, who was watching this goings on with one eye. She gave me a look, then mouthed to me that she would explain everything later. I nodded slightly. Inuyasha sighed quietly, dropping his eyes closed for a moment. "Yeah, okay." He stood up and offered me a small smile. "Thanks for dealing with us for the night, Kekki." With that being said, him and his brother left my house, and I was left with a slightly empty feeling. As much as Inuyasha explained to me, he didn't tell me anything. * After the others left, and Sango stayed behind, I got a complete explanation on everything that was going on with Inuyasha's family. Well, actually, it was rather sketchy. We were sitting on my bed, Sango looking at an old photo album of mine with half-hearted interest. "Inuyasha told me everything yesterday." "I'm not surprised." Sango didn't even look up from my pictures. "I think he needed to get it out, yesterday. You know, have his own type of breakdown. 'Yasha's not a very emotional person, and when a thing like this happens, he just kinda... withdraws." She sighed quietly. "But I think yesterday it just all built up, and he had to talk about it, even to someone he didn't know, or you. After all, the rest of us were asleep and you were the only other one awake." "That still doesn't really explain it, though..." "Eh, maybe he just really liked you." I snorted and threw the pillow I had been hugging at her. She laughed and ducked, the pillow sailing over her head and hitting my wall with a resounding thump. We sat their for a few moments, utterly relaxed. I wanted my pillow back, though. "You know, Kagome, you suck at acting like a guy," Sango stated after a few moments. I glared at her, sliding down to lie on my stomach. "It's not as easy as it sounds. For one thing, I've been going to an all girl school all my life. The only 'boy-like' things I've done is play baseball and� and� well, nothing else, I guess. Not only that, but I don't have any brothers to instruct me on how to act or something like that. Well, besides Souta, but he's only eleven. And my grandpa's a freak." Sango snorted, grabbing the pillow I had previously thrown at her and pulling it under her head. "That's a suitable excuse, I guess." "Well, can you help me?" Sango fell silent for a second, then nodded. "I'm sure I can think of some ways to help you. For one thing, don't sit so primly when you sit down. I've noticed that. You kinda sit too� well� you're posture's too good." She pulled herself up into a sitting position, then slouched over, resting her elbows on her knees. Her feet were rather far apart; let's just say more than shoulder width apart. "See, and then you kinda gotta act like you don't care at all." I pulled myself up, using her feet as leverage, then sat down beside her. I mimicked her perfectly. "Awesome. Now burp." "Burp?" "Yeah! Guys burp all the time." Okay, so I hadn't drunk any soda that day yet, or anything else for that matter. Not only that, but I wasn't gassy. "*burp*" Sango looked at me for a few moments after I let out that pathetic belch, then burst out laughing. I glared evilly at her. "Excuse me if I don't know how to pass gas well through my mouth!" I grumbled. That just made her laugh harder, and after I thought about it for a second, I started laughing too. During the end of my little laughing fit, I slipped back down to the floor and repositioned myself with my head in my hands. After we got a hold of ourselves, Sango cleared her throat, pat her chest with her fist, then let out the loudest, longest burp I had heard in the long time. I let out an undignified sound, then stared at her with a faint look of amazement and disgust. She grinned ruefully. "I bet you were one of those kids who could burp the alphabet when you were younger, huh?" "How did you know?!" "Intuition." I shot her an amused look. "There is NO way I can do something like that." "How about f�" "THAT is out of the question. I don't want to be smelly." Sango laughed again. "I was just kidding. That's gross, anyway. No gassy asses here, please." "How long have you been hanging out with the boys, Sango?" "Hm, for about fifteen years now. I was practically born in the same hospital room with Miroku. How come?" "It's noticeable." Sango grabbed the pillow and threw it at my face, catching me by surprise and hitting me dead on. I pulled it off my head, then flipped it under my arms. "Okay, what else?" "Guys like to prove their strength to other guys, or even girls. Expect a lot of arm wrestling challenges when you're a boy, and guys trying to wrestle you when you're a girl. I privately think the guys like to wrestle us so much is because it gives them an excuse to lie on top of us. At least, that's Miroku's reason." She snorted. "Have you ever been drunk before?" "Um, well� not really�" "Expect a drinking match, then." I dropped my head from my hands and face first into my pillow, making small sounds of annoyance and disbelief. "Maybe� maybe I can say that 'Kagome' got killed in a car accident, fake a small funeral, legally change my name to Kekki, then move to your school." I pushed myself back up again, half heartedly glaring at her. Sango snorted at me. "I'd like to see how you'd explain that to all your other friends�" I wrapped my arms around my head. "Thanks for ruining my dreams!" I pulled myself up again to look back at her. "Hey, is their anyway I can get out of a drinking contest without looking like a total loser?" "No ma'am." Since I couldn't exactly answer that, Sango went on. "You gotta also remember not to talk so much. Don't ask to have any deep and meaningful conversations with the boys, they'll.. well, automatically they'll thing you're either gay or brought up in an atmosphere surrounded by girls." "But I was!" "That's irrelevant right now, isn't it? Anyway, some other things is that you gotta eat a lot, and fast..." "Aren't you being pretty stereotypical?" "AND... we really got to do something about that burp. Spit a lot, too." "Spit?" "Yeah, yanno, hock loogies and stuff." "Are you actually suggesting for me to spit snot?" "Well.. yeah." "That is the most unsexy thing I�ve ever heard." "For a girl, maybe, but for boys it's just a natural every day occurrence." "So, you want me to be flatulent, piggy, drooly, and a drunk?" "Yep. And... even though you have boy uniforms, I haven't seen you in any regular clothes, except at the festival. Where do you keep your clothes?" "In my closet." I paused, then shook my head. "It's a wonder that guys can still be so attractive after they do all this kinda stuff..." Sango nodded, then got up and walked over to said area, pushing my door open. She looked around for a few moments. "Well, yeah, but Inuyasha and the other's are a bit more classy than that... unless they're drunk." I shot her a deadly glare, which she couldn't see because she was in my closet. Oh well, it was the thought that counted. "Uh, where?" "The left side." "Where?" I blinked at the closet where she was at. "Don't you see it? The khakis, the shirts, the..." "Good GOD girl, do you have a sense of taste at all?!" came Sango's disbelieving cry. I bristled slightly. "What's wrong with those clothes? My grandpa helped me pick them out..." "Let me tell you, girl, your grandpa's still living in the nineteenth century or something. Man, these outfits are tacky. Did you actually plan on wearing floral print shirts?" "Well, what do I know about fashion?! For boys, that is." Sango came out of my closet, holding a large bundle of my male clothing. She gave me a look that clearly stated I was insane, then dropped all my clothes on the bed. "These are all going to Goodwill. Or Salvation Army." "Those cost money, though!" "Well, they're going to the needy. Think of it as a donation. That is, if anyone will take them..." She grabbed my by my arm, then hauled me to my feet. "C'mon. We're going shopping." Sango shook her head in disbelief as she dragged me out of my room. "I swear, girl, didn't you ever crush on boys? "Well, yeah, but I wasn't exactly paying attention to their clothing. I mean, jeez. Besides, I've never had any time for boys. I'm pretty bogged down with school, yanno..." "Yeah, yeah." She paused, then turned around and winked at me. "So, I guess you're getting more interested now, huh? Too bad you couldn't get roomed with Inuyasha..." I kicked the back of her foot lightly. "Shut up!" * I hated shopping. I always have, and I always will. Number one, malls get very crowded, and people talk really loud. Not only that, but they also walk SO. FREAKING. SLOW. It's like, they have no destination what's so ever, so they just walk super slow to look at all the pretty shops they could go in to. What am I talking about? That IS what they do! And it drives me insane! So there Sango and I were, walking behind an elderly lady who had to pause every five seconds to look at the 'darling shop'. I probably wouldn't be so vitriolic towards her, but with every step she took, she swung a huge bag behind her, managing to smack me in the stomach every time. Believe me, I did try to dodge that evil bag, but it didn't matter. It was almost as if I were a magnet, and the bag was a paper clip. Every step I took, it followed. I was near positive that I was going to have a couple new bruises added to the pretty patchwork I had on my stomach due to Miroku. "You have money, right?" "I gotta fifty in one of my pockets here..." Sango stared at me for a moment, then sighed, abruptly turning around. One guy had to dodge around us, since he was walking so close behind us. "Forget it. I guess we will be going to Good Will for your clothes." "What? Why?" I turned around too, quickening my pace in order to keep up with her. "What's wrong with fifty bucks?" "With that, hun, you'll be able to buy a pair of pants, and maybe a shirt. That's it." I frowned. "Well, that's dumb. Where's the Good Will?" So, there we were, wasting gas and driving back and forth between location A to location B, grumping about this and that. No, I didn't have a car, and yes, I WAS using my mother's. It didn't take us that long to get to Good Will... what we really got stuck on was after we got inside Good Will. "Wow, this is so cute! Here, try it on." Sango paused for a second, then grabbed about five million more items and tossed them into my arms. "Here! The dressing room is in the back of the store..." Good Will has dressing rooms? I mused, meandering around large racks brimming with clothing. Sure enough, as I reached the back of the store, there was a large sign with the words "Lady�s Dressing Room" printed over the doors. I shook my head, then pushed my way in, locking the crummy door behind me. As soon as I entered this tiny room, I was flooded with a rather annoying muzak. I scowled at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to locate the speaker that I just knew was directly over my head. I gave up after a few moments, then stripped down to my bare essentials (I did not take off my undies, thankyouverymuch) and grabbed the first outfit. Sango has interesting taste. She doesn't go for the normality, let me tell you. I found myself trying on several different types of outfits, all of them attractive in their own ways. After going through each outfit and discarding the ones I didn't like, I pulled on the last outfit. It was rather attractive in its own, strange way. Black slacks and a white button up shirt... Good for my, well, girlness. So I waltzed out of the dressing room, glittering, excited eyes. Here I had about ten great new outfits, and altogether everything cost less than fifty bucks. So I thought. I didn't exactly realize how much less it was... "You look happy," Sango said, snorting. I nodded cheerfully. "After we buy these, I'm going to put on one of these outfits. I wanna try it out." * After I dropped Sango off at her house, I stopped by the ice cream shopp� to grab a burger and some fries. I was wearing one of my new outfits, so therefore, at the moment, I looked like a boy. Pop Jordan greeted me with her usual smile. Yes, Pop Jordan was a girl. During my stay at St. Bernard's School for Special Boys, and because of the many after school stops at the ice cream shopp�, Pop Jordan and I got acquainted like old friends. Mainly because she was so close to my 'group', and a new friend of theirs would always be a new friend of hers. It's cheesy, but cool. We get discounts. "Hey, Kagome," Pop Jordan greeted, wiping one of the glasses dry. "What would you like today?" "Chocolate malt and a burger, please," I ordered, my usual order. "Oh, and a side order of onion rings... and, well, a BLT, an extra order of fries, and a.." I paused, tapping my chin. "A glass of water." Pop Jordan nodded, a slightly disbelieving look on her face, and I meandered off to where I usually sat. Hey. I was hungry. Surprisingly, a familiar head of long black hair was seated at the farthest corner of our booth, looking out the window with what I imagined the most desolate expression. "Hey, 'yasha." Inuyasha looked quickly at me. "Oh, hey Kagome." I slid across of him, folding my arms on the table. "Kekki said all you guys crashed at my house last night. Sorry I wasn't there, but my grandpa was really sick." "I thought it was your grandma who was sick.." "Uh, her too." "That sucks. Uh, did she.. tell you anything I said?" "Well, no, but she told me you would probably tell me when you saw me again." Inuyasha nodded quickly, then ran his fingers through his long hair. "Actually, I kinda had a favor to ask of you..." "Yeah?" "There's a lot of stuff that's going on in my house right now... my dad left last night again, but he came back later in the afternoon..." "That's good, isn't it?" "..to get his stuff." I fell silent. Ouch. "Anyway, my parent's are going through a really rocky divorce right now, and well..." He paused nervously, grabbing a fry from his try and popping it in his mouth. At the same time, Pop Jordan brought my burger and malt to me. She took stock of the serious look on Inuyasha's usually scheming face, then walked off quietly. I loved Pop Jordan. She knew when to start idle chitchat, and when not to. "Well what?" "Well..." he stopped again, abruptly, the curtains drawing over his face again. "Nevermind. I'll probably ask you later. It's not important, now." I opened my mouth, probably to demand an explanation, then snapped it shut again. I could have pried into his rather misleading question, but... well, I was, after all, trying to break the habit of sticking my foot as far as it could go in my mouth. So instead I just nodded understandingly. Unknowingly winning some more of Inuyasha's trust. Inuyasha pushed around his last fry with halfhearted interest, then sighed. "Hey, I'll see you later, okay? I got some stuff I need to do and whatnot." I nodded, my mouth to full of burger to respond, then waved. Inuyasha didn't say any other form of goodbye, just turned around and walked out of the restaurant. I made an ugly face at his back., partially because of annoyance, and partially because my cheeks were inflated wither burger, largely resembling a chipmunk's cheeks. Sure, he treated 'Kekki' like an old friend, but 'Kagome' like... well... not like how he treated Kekki. I swallowed convulsively at that thought, nearly choking in my burger. Did that... well, did that mean something? I sighed, then took a sip of my drink. Damn Inuyasha, always making me think. As I took the last bites of my feast, Pop Jordan slid across from me in the empty booth and placed the bill in front of me. I smiled at her, then glanced down at the bill. And gasped. Pop Jordan sighed knowingly. "You don't have enough, do you?" I shook my head, making a small sound in the back of my throat. "You know, Kagome, we don't have tabs here, and as much as I like you..." I looked up at her dreadingly. "Looks like you got yourself a new job, hun." I dropped my head on the table. .:end chapter six:. Psst! People! I'm not saying all boys fit the description of Sango's... Bear with me, m'kay? ^^ Thanks to everyone, btw! |