InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Egypt Bound ❯ Oh! What A Beautiful Morning! ( Chapter 15 )

 

Chp. 15 Oh What A Beautiful Morning!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inuyasha made his way down the Nubian staircase, finding Miroku waiting down in the lobby for him.

“What took you so long, old boy? Give her a kiss goodnight?” Miroku teased.

“Oh piss off you! Nothing of the kind! Unlike you, I'm not some love-sick Casanova!” Inuyasha replied, rather pissed at his friend's sickeningly correct assumption.

“Well, we might as well get back to the house…. although we could just get a room for the night here and get our things in the morning,” Miroku suggested.

“No chance, let's get back to Ismailia while we still have our notes----we do still have them, don't we?” Inuyasha narrowed his gaze on Miroku. Miroku grinned and offered the large leather satchel like a child shows off a good report card. Inuyasha let out a sigh of relief.

“Now if I could remember where I parked the car…” Miroku trailed off.

“ Oh Christ! Here we go again!” Inuyasha said, once again sending his curses heavenward.

 

 

 

 

 

The Next Morning

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep had not come so easily to Kagome and her companion, who was more shaken by the intrusion than she was. Fleeting bits of dreams came to her, and they all involved those kisses in the garden; she couldn't even get away from him in her dreams! After he had left, she and Sango managed to clean up the wreckage and repack the scattered items; this of course, tuckered out the already emotionally-taxed girls, and Kagome allowed Sango to sleep in her room, for fear of what might happen to her if she were victimized in the servant's quarters. Kagome rolled over and looked at Sango, who was curled up on her side of the bed. She saw the traces of freshly cried tears on Sango's cheeks and felt sorry for all the girl had gone through. ` No one should have to go through that much pain in their life---poor girl, she's been through so much, and yet she still remains strong…I wonder if she cries every night…' Kagome thought. It wasn't right to Kagome that Sango should have to bear not only the pain of the loss of her father, but also the nerve-wracking possibility that both of them could end up as crocodile food in the Nile if Naraku ever caught them. Kagome rolled over and glanced at the clock on the wall---it was 8 o'clock. She decided that a few minutes of sleep probably wouldn't hurt…that was until she heard some loud banging on her door.

“Kagome! Are you ready yet? Hey! Someone open up! Come on, daylight's burnin'! We've got lots to do today, so I suggest you---” the door swung open to reveal a very pissed nightgown-clad Kagome.

“Suggest I what, Inuyasha? I'm sure the whole bloody hotel woke up with that horrid racket of yours!” Kagome snarled. Inuyasha was taken off-guard by the fact that she was not fully clothed, or made-up for that matter. This was obviously a side of Kagome he didn't want to see again, or did he?

“Why the hell aren't you dressed?” He demanded, cocking his head.

“I had no idea that you would be giving us a wake-up call so early!” She countered sarcastically.

“Woman, do you know what a damn clock is?” Inuyasha said through gritted teeth.

“Of course I do, what kind of a stupid question is that?”

“Well, then, I suggest you use the goddamned thing! It comes in handy sometimes!” Inuyasha held his temper as best as he could. `Think about the money, think about the money…you want to keep the dig don't you?' The mantra filled his head as his fists balled at his sides.

“Well! If I had been properly informed, none of this mess would've happened, now would it?” Kagome needled.

“Keh! You two just get ready---Miroku and me'll be waiting in the lobby.”

“But we haven't even had breakfast yet!” Kagome whined. Inuyasha's patience was growing thinner by the minute.

“The hell with breakfast! If you would've gotten yer sorry butts out of bed in time---oh forget it! Just hurry up!”

“Fine!” Kagome slammed the door---right in his face. `That wench is going to be the end of me, so help me God! Sesshomaru better give me a big reward for putting up with this crap!'

 

Miroku sat on one of the regally upholstered sofas that lined the walls of the lobby and waited for his good friend to come down the imposing staircase with two of the most loveliest ladies he had ever seen, arm-in-arm and smiling. But when he heard Inuyasha's bellowing, the sweet little thought vanished, and was replaced with a grim reality---that Inuyasha and Kagome were in for a battle of the wills. And while the two of them were appointed as the girls' protectors, it was he who would have to babysit and smooth things over when it got rough. Of course, the “cover-your-ass” game was symbiotic; when Inuyasha got in a scrape or blurted out something he shouldn't have, Miroku would use his charm and distract the angry party so much that they would forget why they wanted to wring Inuyasha's neck in the first place. Inuyasha would save Miroku from the father or brother (or uncle) of a deflowered maiden (most of the maidens Miroku got into trouble with had already lost their prized virginity, unbeknownst to their male relatives). But with this Kagome girl, Inuyasha had met his match---and Miroku saw no reason to interfere on this one. No, Miroku had his sights set on her companion, the lovely, plucky Sango.

As Miroku was lost in his thoughts, and Inuyasha was raising hell upstairs, a woman approached the concierge desk.

“Good morning Mademoiselle! How may I assist you?” The bubbly concierge entreated. She gave the tubby man a half smile and continued her inquiry.

“I have come to check out and pay my bill, “ she said plainly.

“Your key Mademoiselle?” the concierge tweaked his already curling moustache as he flipped through the reservations. She produced a brass key with the numbers 2-1-6 engraved on the matching metal tag.

“How did you find your stay? Was the service acceptable? Was your room to your liking?” The concierge asked in a habitual way.

“Yes, the service was…excellent. The room was very nice, I especially enjoyed the view of the gardens, quite lovely, “ she replied. At that moment, the shouting from upstairs had reached its climax, and now all of Shepheard's heard the words `clock' and `goddamn' in rapid succession. The concierge rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

“What on earth is going on up there? A lover's spat, I suppose?” the woman inquired.

“No, mademoiselle, sorry to disappoint you, but that ungodly sound you just heard was none other than Mr. Inuyasha Tomuri---he is quite rough around the edges, but we've learned to deal with his unsightly behavior over the years.” The concierge said resignedly.

“Why would such an upstanding hotel put up with such nonsense? Why not bar him from entering?” she asked.

“Because he and his brother are, well, rather influential around here. Their work attracts dignitaries and officials. Many of the Oxford and Cambridge set winter in Cairo just to get a glimpse of Inuyasha's work. His older brother has made use of Shepheard's for many of his parties and banquets…” he put up a hand to hide his mouth and said lowly, “only the best people are allowed to attend, you do understand, of course.”

“Oh yes, completely. So, what does the foulmouthed one do?”

“He's an archaeologist. You wouldn't know it from his awful behavior, but they say he's brilliant,” the concierge tweaked his moustache into place once more.

“I see…” the woman said as she adjusted her hat over her dark hair.

“All that aside, your bill is seventy-five pounds total.” He announced in monotone. The woman reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred pound note, folding the bill into her hand.

“Do you have any idea where this Inuyasha chap might be digging this season? It would be interesting to see a real archaeologist at work.” She hinted.

“I'm afraid I can be of no use there, madamemoiselle, “

“Perhaps if I overpaid my bill, by oh, say twenty-five pounds, and made a few good comments to your superiors, you might have an idea…” she smirked. The concierge gave the lobby a quick glance around and took a deep breath.

“Saqqara. He's at Saqqara this season, but you never heard it from me!” The dark-haired woman smiled and handed over the large bill with her key.

“Your help is much appreciated, Mister…”

“Stewart. William Stewart, mademoiselle. You have been too generous,” he slightly bowed his head in appreciation.

“Indeed…” she replied as she fiddled with her hat once more before she left.

Out of the corner of his eye, Miroku caught a glimpse of the woman, who strangely enough resembled Kagome. When he turned to get a better view, she was gone; and he found a flustered Inuyasha standing in front of him.

“So? Are they ready yet?” Miroku asked innocently, not letting on that the whole hotel had heard Inuyasha's outburst.

“Of course not! Stupid wench was still in her nightclothes when she answered the door!” he slumped down onto the couch. Miroku looked at Inuyasha with surprise.

“Really? Nightclothes, hmm? My, my… and you've only known each other for a day! What next? Midnight rendezvous?” he chuckled.

“Can it Miroku! It's nothing like that! She's a bloody hellcat and that's all there is to it!” Inuyasha hated when Miroku made those insinuations of his.

“I'm sure she is, Inu. But isn't that what they say about all women: lady in the street, tiger in the bedroom, or something to that effect?” Inuyasha could feel his face getting as hot as the noonday sun. At this point, he could only stare at the marble floor of the lobby---he could tell Miroku was having too much fun with this. Miroku glanced over at Inuyasha and was thoroughly pleased with his work.

“Hey Inuyasha?”

“What?”

“Kagome didn't happen to come down early or anything, did she?”

“I don't think so, why?”

“Because I swore I saw her in the lobby just a minute or so before you came down,” Miroku said.

“I don't think so, when she slammed the door in my face, I swear that she was still in her nightgown,” Inuyasha answered back.

“Hmm, I must have been imagining it then,” Miroku discarded the nagging vision as he saw the real Kagome descending the stairs, with Sango in tow. He stood up and took her hand.

“Miss Kagome, I am truly sorry for the mishap this morning, Inuyasha is most impatient whenever it involves sticking to a schedule,” Miroku apologized, kissing the said hand.

“I see, Mr. Hendsler. Will Lord Sesshomaru be accompanying us this morning? “ Kagome looked at Inuyasha, who was making every effort to avoid Kagome's gaze.

“No, ma'am, I'm afraid that he is occupied at the moment with his investigation— you understand, he is a busy man.”

“That I do not doubt in the least, Mr. Hendsler. However, I would ask that we be informed when you and Inuyasha over there, come to call. You must know how awful it is to answer the door in your pyjamas in front of a stranger!” Inuyasha stood up at Miroku's side. He could almost see the visions of half-naked women dancing through Miroku's head.

“Don't you dare answer that you pervert!” Inuyasha warned.

“Why, Inuyasha, I couldn't possibly answer such a question…but I'm sure you could!” Inuyasha clenched his fists and reminded himself to punch Miroku later. Kagome felt her cheeks warm up.

“Enough of this garbage! Let's just get outta here! It'll be as hot as hell before we get to Giza!” Inuyasha commanded as he led the group out of the hotel. Kagome and Sango fell slightly behind the men, and Kagome turned to Sango.

“Do you have it with you?” she whispered.

“Yeah. It's safe. Don't want a repeat of last night!”

“That's for sure.”

“Oy! Quit giggling back there, and hurry up!” Inuyasha yelled over his shoulder.

“Impatient sod, isn't he?” Sango observed.

“You have no idea, Sango. No idea at all. More of a brute really,” Kagome replied. They giggled at their observations as they both slid into the back seat of the Daimler.

 

 

 

A/N: A BIG Hug to everyone who gave me a review or more! I'm sorry I haven't been updating as often as I should, but I've had a case of the “fuck-it” syndrome. I'm about to graduate soon and I'm soooo burned out! Not to mention the idiots I deal with at work (retail sucks, kids, just so you know) on a daily basis! So, the personal life has been a bit harried as of late, and the updating has been…well, late. But I am working on some new chapters and trying to sort out all of the plot in my head!! But good news minna! I got accepted to the field school in New Mexico that is sponsored by my archaeology professor! YAY! I've been waiting to go for 4 long years! Now I have to save up $$…that's gonna be a challenge in itself! Wish me luck! Just remember: my willingness to write depends on how many reviews I get---and those who are faithful reviewers get major props from me….Oh yes, and a shameless plug: Read Sabichan's “Bus Stop Fairytale” and “Metamorphosis” by Sueric---these stories are AMAZING---you will not be disappointed!

 

*****For all of you fluff addicts out there---it's coming (cue Jaws music) soon!