InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ College Days ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters from the show. All I own are the original characters and my dog.

 

Mercy gratefully climbed out of Rosanna's Jeep, her heart still jumping out of her chest like always. Who knew how many times she had grabbed the `oh shit!' bar in that fifteen minute ride from Campus to AutoZone, where her mustang was having it's oil changed, something her parents had insisted on today. Mercy wasn't saying that Rosanna was a bad driver she just took risks. Mercy had to admit that she took the same ones; it was just scarier in the passenger seat than it was driving.

 

Rosanna stuck her head out the window. “I'll see you tomorrow, 8:30 sharp for Italian 101.” Rosanna said, making a slight face.

 

It had been their compromise, Mercy taking Japanese Mythology if Rosanna took Italian. It had worked out will for both girls. Mercy smiled and nodded.

 

“Right. Have funny baby-sitting. I shouldn't be here long. Hopefully, they're already done with it. Oh, and don't forget that Bobbie's party is tomorrow night, so try not to get stuck baby sitting again. It would suck if you had to miss it.” Rosanna agreed, waved, and then rolled her window back up, pulling out of the AutoZone parking lot. Mercy watched her go and then turned around, heading into the garage.

 

It was busy, cars were up on the lifts, mechanics working on them and her eyes immediately found her baby, which was also up on a lift. Her brown eyes narrowed. Why was her mustang on a lift? All she wanted was an oil-change; she hadn't wanted anything else don to it. Looking around, Mercy saw the man that she had talked to when she had left it there, and stalked up to him, taping him on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at her in confusion.

 

“Can I help you?” She glared at him and he gulped almost audibly.

 

“ Yes, you can help me by telling me why my mustang is having something done to it other than having it's oil-changed? Because I know that's all I wanted. And don't give me bull shit about there being a problem I don't know about, I keep my car in top condition, it's only three months old!” She was yelling, and the man took a step backwards. Mercy tapered her voice down, knowing that yelling would just cause problems. “I'm sorry, but I just want to know. I get paranoid about my car.”

 

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PS. Just to let you know, Mercy is a really person, although this isn't her real name, and she is very protective of her car. She wrote this chapter and a couple of the others.