InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ different shades of black ❯ rules and regulations of a contest called life ( Chapter 17 )

Disclaimer: *cries* I just found I don't own Inuyasha! How sad is that!? *wipes glistening, anime tear away*

A/N- this is chappie is dedicated to my absolutely wonderful beta, lonewolf. You rock. And ALL my reviewers. It's been hard. A few close friends have thought that fanfic writing is useless, as well a few of my friends' say I don't write well (and the are welcome to that opinion.) but without my reviews, I started to wonder if I should give up. But then I came and found 2 more reviews, and I decided to post. … but enough about me and life *sticks out tongue at life*… on with why you are here…~.^

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Inuyasha hefted the last of the boxes onto his shoulder and walked to the car.

Turning around he saw Kagome, with Shippo in her arms, walking toward the car. Her eyes were downcast, with her bangs in the way. But Inuyasha didn't have to see them.

He knew she was upset at the recent events. Although he thought she was over reacting a little bit.

She came to the car and set Shippo down on the ground.

Shippo had heard everything. It's not like he could have missed hearing it downstairs. And really, it's not like he was trying not to.

The tiny Kitsune felt the tension between all of the adults, and it tore at his heart. Not one of them disliked him. They treated him very well, so he didn't want to see the adults be mean to each other.

Kagome saw the confusion and saddened in Shippo, but refrained from trying to sooth the young demons pain.== 'I just don't want to. He'll ask the ever classic why? And I don't know why?' ==

"Um, Kags? That's everything. You remember what we talked about when we came downstairs?"

How could she not? It was all of 10 minutes ago, and it was more tense then her first conversation with her mother. Her mother laid everything on the table, so to speak, and let them know she was not happy, but not mad.

~~~~~~~'Flashback'

"Alright. Well, I realize as soon as all those boxes are in that car, your basically out of my life, but I told Inuyasha some things that I have no clue if he passed on, or even remarked them to you. Whether he did or not, I am repeating them now."

"No he didn't mother." Kagome replied in a small, but angry voice.

"Well these are the rules. Number 1. You are to have your own room, I will not hear of a teenage girl sharing a room with either you, Inuyasha or Shippo. There are just things, children his age shouldn't have to deal with, and walking into his room one day with you in the middle of changing is not one of them."

Kagome's mouth opened in protest "But there isn't a... wait" Kagome turned to Inuyasha "Where am I sleeping anyways?"

Inuyasha fingered the one leather studded bracelet on his left arm "You're gonna take my room, and I'll sleep in the couch. It's a pull out, ya know."

Kagome's mother looked at the two in front of her from her seat on the couch "Well, I'm not super thrilled about that either, but it'll have to do. Number 2. Kagome, you have to come home at least once a week. Not for me, for heavens sake, but so your brother at least can remember what his sister looks like. Don't worry, it doesn't have to be a long visit. Mainly just come in the house, say hi,” Kagome's mother whispers under her breath “and I want to make sure you don't look like a druggie or pregnant and then you can leave."

Inuyasha started to get mad== 'That's uncalled for!' ==But he felt his aura becoming calmer. But not from himself, from an outside source==. 'Kagome must be sending a calming aura to me.'== He smiled, but didn't let go of hi anger fully.

"Uh huh, and the next one?" Kagome acted as if she was bored by the entire conversation, looking at the wallpaper, instead of the speaker in front of her.

Kagome's mother decided to ignore her daughters actions in front of her. " And Number 3. You need to contact me daily with what you're up to."

"Excuse me?" Kagome looked at her mother very calmly.== 'I thought I was out, I guess I counted those damned chickens before they hatched. Fucking poultry!'==

Inuyasha looked at Kagome "Um, yeah. I tried to get around that one earlier for you."

"I have to come home daily? I thought you just said I only have to come home once a week?!"

"This is true, but "contact me daily" can either be by phone or email. I don't care which. I would actually prefer email. But I want to know EXACTLY what you're up to. Names, places. All that crap."

Kagome started to pace slightly from across the room. Only about a foot or two then back, but it was driving Inuyasha nuts. "But that's more then we talk now?!"

"True, but I'll also be seeing your black heart, erm, black face a lot less. We have to make it up somehow. Especially since its illegal."

Kagome stopped and looked at her "What is?"

"What you two are doing. No adult supervision."

Inuyasha had to smile at her mother =='Riiiiight. No adult supervision. Even though, I'm about 460 odd years older then you are.'== he wasn't about to come out and say that aloud though, since that would open another kettle of fish.

She knew he was half demon, but Inuyasha highly doubted that she knew that half demons lived so long. Especially since he was in high school, she would never buy it.

Inuyasha thought for a second and then voiced his opinion slowly "So you're threatening us? Do this crap, and you won't call the police?"

Kagome sighed "My mother wouldn't phone the police on us."

"Yes, Inuyasha, that is exactly what I am saying." Her mother was calm, but her eyes had a fire in them that Kagome hadn't seen in a long time.

Kagome felt defeated "I see."

"And of course the rest of mothers rules. Kagome cannot be forced into staying with you, yadda yadda. She must be allowed to leave, crap like that."

Kagome gave a short "heh" "Wow, mother, you sound SO honest with the last one."

She smiled at Kagome. The smile was pure fiction. A paper smile pasted onto her face. One that was easily noticed as fake, and could just as easily, be ripped off.

"Now, that wasn't so kind, dear." her words were dripping with honey. But surely poisoned.

"Whatever. Can we leave now?"

Kagome's mother got up from the couch. "Of course dear. You're not going to wait for your brother?"

"I'll talk to him later. Unlike you, he would phone and care about seeing me." With that the girl walked out of the room to the kitchen to find Shippo. Leaving Inuyasha to take the last of the boxes to the car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'End of flashback'

Coming out of her thoughts, she shook her head of her flashback and came back to Inuyasha question. He was standing infront of her, waiting impatiently for an answer

"Yeah, I remember, what about it?"

"No, I mean about you emailing her everyday. Doesn't it seem odd to you?"

Kagome gave a start, and looked over at the stairs that led to the house up above.

"I guess. Um, Yash? Can we talk about this later?" Inuyasha nodded. "Sure. Why don't we drop this stuff off at my house, go pick up the lecher and Sango, and then go for food, or something?"

Kagome laugher "Ok, I'll call them at the apartment to let them know we're coming. I hope Sango isn't still upset over last night's dinner. Whatever actually happened, she might need some time. But artery-clogging food, is always a great way to get over problems, I think."

Inuyasha smiled and opened the door and moved the seat up to allow Shippo in the back seat. When Shippo had rushed out before he nearly tore the interior climbing over them. "Emotional issues, sure. I can see how Wacdonlads can help you calm down. Problems no. Naraku is a problem and I doubt he'll go away if we eat burgers and fries."

Moving the seat back to allow Kagome to get in he stepped aside "Yeah, well our ideas are somewhat different. I think Naraku is a holy terror, something that could destroy the world. I wouldn't put that under the 'problem' category. Maybe under 'possible apocalyptic issues', but not 'problem'

Inuyasha chuckled and closed the door. Getting in, he started the car and was about to turn on the radio, when a tiny voice from the back spoke up.

"Um, Gome? What's a Apoc,... Apocal, That really big word you just said, mean?"

~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere~~~~~~~

Miroku was at the back of his house. Working on projected aura seeking.

Ever since the ordeal with Ashley, they were down a spy. And Miroku was young with the idea of going in, in her place. They had always been around each other. Her dieing and he still being alive just didn't sit well with him.

And with those thoughts in mind he went into projecting the range of his powers to one spot to find a certain aura.

At the moment, his abilities weren't very acutely trained. He was able to find Kagome's aura just a few blocks away. He felt her changing moods, and made a mental note to ask why she had become panicky. He meditated on her aura until he felt her go even further from him =='no way I can project it that far.'==

Miroku knew, though, that if he was to become a spy he would need to get better then finding an aura, that he was familiar with a few blocks away. He wanted to be able to find any aura, nearly a city away, and be able to manipulate it.

Miroku sighed "I guess I shouldn]t worry about manipulating and auras right now. I could always use a basic spell. If I need to, but that still doesn't solve the question of how will I find people. How will I find Naraku? I'm not very familiar with his aura, and I wouldn't be able to find it unless it's very close."

Miroku thought about what he had just said. "Kami, I'm back to spells again. I'm going to die after all in this, I know it. Damned Karma and that fucking rule of three."

He sighed and got up from his lotus position. And walked away from the miniature Buddhist shrine, chanting the Wiccan rule of three in his mind. =='the rule of Karma, whatever you do, comes back to you three fold. 'The rule of Karma, Whatever you do, comes back to you three fold.'==

He went into the kitchen to make himself some green tea and to brood over the matters at hand. If he did put himself forward, he would most likely die. And he was prepared for that. Wasn't he? =='Do I have anything to live for? Sango, I guess. But she doesn't exactly return my feelings.'==

Miroku took the kettle and filled it up half way and set it on the gas stove. =='But I could always train to become a spy, and if I do find out Sango has any feeling, even the most miniscule amount, I don't have to go through with it. Training is just training. No commitment, until I talk to Sesshoumaru. And if somehow she finds out that I have feelings for her, and she laughs in my face, well I won't have to worry about finding a hole and die in it, since most likely Naraku would help me in that endeavor anyways'==

Nodding to himself and watching the flames on the gas stove, he came to the conclusion just before the phone rang and brought him from his stupor. =='I'll train.'==

~~~~~~~~~Elsewhere~~~~~~~

"HIRAIKOTSU!"

A whirring sound was heard as a giant boomerang shaped bone came crashing down on the dojo floor.

Splinters flying everywhere and snagged themselves into the young demon huntress's hair.

With a slight creaky sound of a paper door opening, Sango was finally taken aback at the damage she had done to the larger dojo training room.

"Oops."

"I would say 'oops' is about right. Oh, my dear Sango, you're so much like your mother. You get wrapped up in the fighting and don't notice much of whatelse going on around you. That can be very dangerous. Luckily your mother learnt to curb that problem later on, but you need to learn how to fight without emotions."

"I see sensei Myouga, but how can I? Naraku destroyed my family, and I'm not talking just about death. Emotionally as well. And and, I just...."

"You are filled to the brim with sarcasm and hate. That's all you know. That's all you feel safe with. But, I think I know how to get you over that."

Sango, went over to her weapon that was now lodged about 5 feet into the floor, and started to tug at it "Umph… And how do you propose …ooof… propose to do that *sigh* ..umph….anytime soon, or at least …fuck… in enough time for me to fight properly …damned weapon… properly against Naraku?"

With the last tug, Sango and her boomerang bone went flying across the room.

"Well, actually I was thinking of two different ways. You may choose. But choose wisely."

"Please spare me any deep Buddhist stuff, just give me the options old man."

Myouga frowned and looked around

"Well, firstly, before options there are two things you must do. These are not options. One of which is I'm banning the use of your boomerang bone for a month. Secondly, you must repair all these damages yourself, and smile while your doing it, since your so happy to help this old man repair the dojo,== 'that'll teach her to call me an old man, I would have repaired this all myself.'==

Sango gasped then bowed her head. "Hai, Sensei Myouga. Now for my choices?"

"Alright, well to help you curb your heightened emotions, you have two choices. Well, really it's the same choice in general..."

"And they would be?" Sango was really getting annoyed at him beating around the proverbial bush.

"You may train with another. Your first choice would be to train with your brother, since I know you won't take out any hard feeling of Naraku on him."

"But that means I have to tell him I'm back in training, and I doubt he ever wants to train again. I don't think I could put him through that. What's the other choice?"

Myouga smiled. He had just gotten off the phone with two people. One as being Sango's friend Kagome. She was the reason he had originally come into the dojo training room in the first place. To let her know her friends wanted to go to Wacdonalds for food.

Myouga had been worried she was keeping to much to herself. And the added time she's been spending with her friends from school made her life just a slight glimmer of what it was before. He was happy for her. Not for the fact Naraku was around again, but that she could find happiness, even though he was there. It showed great maturity in her. An amount of maturity he didn't realize she possessed until recently.

The second phone call was from a certain monk and Wiccan, whom he had dealt with previously.

He had told him about his wish to train. And was going to do anyways, but with Sango in need of a little Buddhist wisdom, and a little bit of Seneca-nian philosophy***

"The other choice being..." Myouga started to inspect a little more thoroughly the damage that was done, but this way he was able to turn his back on her, so she wouldn't be able to see the smirk that plastered his face. "You must train with another one of my students. He is new to the dojo. He has to learn some fighting skills. But, well, lets just say, that's not really his style. He is a monk, per say. A Buddhist monk. .. Well among many other things. This way, he can help you, and you him."

Sango thought it over quickly. To her, it seemed the lesser of the two evils. It didn't even register that this new student to her 'uncle's dojo, could be a man that she was already familiar with. Nobody knew about her relation with it. right?

"Hmm, well it seems you leave me no other choice. I take it you'll teach him, and I train with him once a week or something like that?" Sango set down her boomerang bone. And started to lift pieces of wood that were near her feet =='Better start clearing this place now. It'll take me at least 2 weeks to finish cleaning and fixing this place.'==

"No. you will train and teach him completely. And his payment will be he teaches you the ways of the stoic fighter, as well as some tricks of Budda. And of course meditation, something that you have been sorely lacking in your training, and the ever wonderful relaxation tips."

Sango raised an eyebrow. "I don't really see how relaxing will help me kick Naraku's ass, erm, butt."

Myouga let her swear slide but cleared his throat at her " Ah, yes well, trust this old man. He knows what he's talking about."

Sango nodded and went to leave the room, so she could throw out the wood she had in her arms.

"Oh, and Sango, Kagome called. She wants you to come over to a Mr.Inuwasha's house for food, of some sort. Apparently they are going for hamburgers. You may go, but remember, now that you're in training, burgers aren't really a choice food for fighting."

Sango smiled "His name is InuYasha, not Washa. And sure. I guess I'll have a salad or something. Did she leave a time?"== 'damn rabbit food'==

"She said in half an hour. Which was about 10 minutes ago." Myouga followed the girl out of the dilapidated room.

"Um, ok. Thanks unc.. I mean Sensai." Sango bowed. And went off to drop the wood at the corner, and then go get changed.

=='That girl will be fine. I know it. She just needs to realize, she can cry if she wants to.'== Myouga shook his head and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. He was starving.

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*** Seneca, Lucius Annaeus. Known as “the Younger.” 4 B.C.?-A.D. 65. Roman Stoic philosopher, writer, and tutor of Nero

 

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