InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Sorta Fairytale ❯ Chapter III ( Chapter 3 )

"A Sorta Fairytale"

by

Batwings

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Chapter Three

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"things you said that day
up on the 101
the girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
with a bet about us
You said that
You'd take it
as long as I could
I could not erase it."

Based on the song, "A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos. I recommend listening to this song while reading this story.

Disclaimer: Bla bla bla, not mine, bla bla bla, you know the drill.

Note: OK guys… I now realize the first two chapters of this story are, well… they're crap. >-<' … So now I'm taking a few of your suggestions and adding them now, hopefully trying to improve this fic. I hope you like it. ^-^

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October 14th

Dear Diary,

It seems as if my life has just become one great oddity after another. I wish not to go into much detail, but I only hope that if someday, anyone finds this diary, the reader won't think of me as a lunatic airhead dreaming up crazy imaginings. . .

This character, InuYasha has me completely intrigued. Moreso than I've ever been my entire life. I can honestly say though, now I'm really afraid. I will admit, at first I thought I was going crazy. . . Hey, it's happened before! . . . But now that I realize this isn't some far out dream, it really does scare the living shit out of me. I have no way of knowing if he's telling the truth about him being a demon, or his life in feudal Japan, or if he's just some madman. I know the ears on his head are not fake - I kinda pulled them one night. . . really hard . . . he didn't enjoy that too much . . . So either he is some sort of "creature" or he's some weirdo that had them surgically attached.

Perhaps I would be less fearful if the creature would actually talk to me. I know relatively nothing about him except his little Japan story. I am currently keeping him hid in the toolshed outside. My parents never go in there and it's been sorta designated as my own little "personal area." I have no intentions of showing him to my parents. They're liberal, but I mean, not THAT liberal. So he stays in the shed all day while I'm at school and while my parents are at work, and at night he comes out to stretch his legs. I won't let him go farther than the back yard, as I don't want any passers-by to see him. I know he won't leave - He has no where else to go.

I have trouble feeding the guy, that's for sure. It's hard to sneak food out of the house and try to come up with an excuse when your parents are asking where the hell the food has gone. And damn, he eats. But I refuse to actually cook for him. One night he requested rice, and I told him no. He said he would cook it himself - Oh yeah, that would be quite interesting to see. He's probably never even seen a stove, and I could just imagine what the neighbors would think seeing dog-boy outside at 2 AM stirring a pot of Minute Rice over an open fire. If he sticks around much longer and decides to help me with chores, I'll buy him Chinese take-out one night.

Meanwhile, I'm still trying to find out who this Kagome character is. Every time I bring the name up, InuYasha just goes all crazy then crosses his arms and refuses to talk to me. Well, he does that whenever I ask him anything, but moreso when it comes to Kagome.

I guess I've spouted enough jibberish for tonight . . . it's half-past midnight and I should be getting into bed. I have a hellacious History test tomorrow. Bye bye for now.

Matt

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October 16th

Dear Diary,

I now know who Kagome is. She was this girl that InuYasha fell in love with. Not only that, Kagome is from the present. Well, to put it more simply, Kagome time traveled back into the past into InuYasha's time. And I'm 99% sure she's from this time. How do I know this? Well, I was bugging dog-boy with more questions about himself, and he screamed that if he told me about Kagome would I shut up, and I said yes, and he told me.

But now I wish he hadn't told me. His personality is now forever changed in my eyes. He is utterly heartbroken over this girl - apparently something happened between them. I now see him for the melancholy, solemn character that he really is. If it's possible for a person to cry without shedding any real tears, InuYasha did it that night. He stays mostly quiet now, and I don't pester him much.

I would much rather see the angry, violent, and highly confusing InuYasha now. I don't like it when people touch my heart . . . in that way. Eh, I should stop thinking like that.

Just because of that, I'm gonna buy him Chinese take-out anyway.

Matt

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October 17th

Dear Diary,

InuYasha does not like Chinese take-out. Or overseasoned garbage as he likes to call it. I went by the China Buffet after school and fixed him a carry-out plate fit for a king. And then I bring it home and give it to him, and he spits egg foo yung in my face. Guess that's what I get for trying to be nice.

So just a few minutes ago, I boiled him a bag of brown rice and carried it out to him. I think out of all the turkey sandwiches and cans of vienna sausages he's had while he's been here, he enjoyed that one bag of rice more than any of it . . . even the left over Domino's pizza.

He's still seemed heavy-hearted due to the Kagome issue. As he was scarfing down rice a while ago, I made a bet with him - I want to find out more about him and Kagome, but I don't feel right pestering him about it. So, I told him that if he could make it here one more week, I would tell him all about myself - He doesn't know I'm gay, yet and I really don't want to tell him to be honest. But, if he didn't make it here another week, he would have to tell me all about his self, which he seems even more reluctant than me to do. He grinned and said, "You've got yourself a deal," bearing those sexy fangs of his. . . . Oh my God, I can't believe I just wrote that.

But anyway, according to him, he's been through tougher situations, and he'll surely win the bet. It's not the fact that he wants to know about me, it's just that he doesn't want to reveal himself to me. And like I said before, I know he won't just pick up and leave as an escape, because he has no where to go.

I've realized that this diary is becoming an InuYasha diary. It seems as if this guy has taken over my life completely. I find it hard to think of anything else now, really. This situation doesn't seem any less strange, that's for sure, but I can't stop thinking about him. What is this hold you have over me, InuYasha?

Matt

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October 18th

Dear Diary,

I SAW INUYASHA NAKED!

I showed him how to use the waterhose outside, and he was bating with it, and I came out to bring his dinner, and . . . there he was, in all his masculine glory. I think his face turned nine hundred shades of red before he jumped behind the toolshed, screaming at me and calling me a Peeping Tom.

I left in a hurry so he would quiet down - don't need the parents waking up to a naked Japanese dog-demon do we?

But . . . that was . . . quite pleasant. He's definitely well built, and highly blessed, I can say that much. I'll definitely be using that mental picture during my "private time" from now on.

Matt

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TO BE CONTINUED . . .