InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Emo Diaries ❯ Muévete Rápido ( Chapter 6 )
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By: emocore_gurl 
Miroku surprises Inuyasha with plans for their day.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Miroku surprises Inuyasha with plans for their day.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
AN/: Well, I'm about to start on chapter 6. I'm not sure, but maybe this one will be based on more than one P.O.V. We'll see. I know this story is moving kind of slow. I'm really busy with school. Hope you guys liked the last few chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I didn't create them! I'm not GOD you know!!!
Emo Diaries
Chapter 6: Muévete Rápido
Inuyasha's P.O.V.
"Have you ever been somewhere... somewhere happy or fun, and the time seems to pass by like a speeding bullet? Have the long winter monthes ever felt like short summer days? Have the weeks ever felt like hours? The hours like minutes? Well, in my life, time doesn't seem to exist. The hours, the days, the weeks, and even the years seem to blend together into a continuous, monotonous blob. Time passes slowly is what I mean. The only way for me to pass the time is through writing. I could sit in my room for the entire day just writing poetry or writing songs. For some reason, it makes the clock spin faster. Maybe it's because it's something that I truely enjoy. Or... maybe I'm stupid. Maybe my entire life is pathetic. And maybe the only reason the everything moves so slow is because I don't have anything better to do with my time. I guess some things will just have to go unanswered. Or... Maybe they just won't be answered in my time at least."
11:34am
"Damn! I just can't figure out how to start on these stupid lyrics!"
I was beating myself up again.
"For you, I would.... no!", I crumpled up a piece of writing paper and threw it to the side. "You are my... this is the... the night is... no! Damn!", again, I threw another piece of crumpled paper to the side. Writing songs was something that I had to do, mainly because the fact was: If I didn't have any songs to perform, I was never going to get a gig. I had to perform every now and then in order to make a living. No show equals no money. No money equals no food. No food equals starvation, and you know what happens next. This was all routine to me. I've tried to get jobs in the past. You know, real jobs. Well... not real jobs actually. Just things like cleaning bathrooms and flipping burgers and all of that dumb stuff. But I always ended up getting fired. I always "screwed up". So often that I can't even count. Miroku and I used to go job hunting together. If we were lucky, we'd make it past shaking the manager's hand without doing something stupid. I guess we can't help but do stupid stuff. It's kinda' in our nature, you know. And even if we did get the job, there was still a huge chance of one of us screwing up, (Miroku in particular). When it came to playing the drums, he could be the biggest genious... But when it came to other things like keeping a job, he'd probably function better with the brain of a guinea pig. He'd do some of the dumbest stunts that left me in awe, (sometimes laughing), every time they were pulled ... like: Slacking on the job, stealing merchandise, stealing money, getting high on on the job, flirting on the job, matsurbating on the job, falling asleep on the job, being late for the job, forgetting to check in, forgetting to check out, harrassing the customers, giving poor service, getting caught out back with women (doing you-know-what), breaking merchandise, trying to glue them back together... basically for being a damn moron! If I had a dollar for every time the cunt has screwed up, I wouldn't be living in this shit-hole apartment! (And this is me being bitter).
The boss would usually figure that since I came in with this guy, I'm a trouble-maker as well, so I'd wind up getting fired along with him. I've tried getting jobs on my own, without Miroku, but I'm just not really cut out for the whole monotonous, manual labor thing. Not that I can't do it! But... why should I waste my time doing all of that crazy bullshit, that I hate doing, when I can be doing something that I enjoy? I sip some more liquor and I take another hit of my marijuana cig'. A strange combination I might say. But it gets me thinking.
My thoughts are quickly altered when something darts past my vision.
"Huh... what the was that?"... I turn around and look at the floor...
"Eeeeww!... What the hell is that thing! A spider!", I quickly jumped to my feet. I hated spiders!
"Gross! And it's a big one!", I stupidly danced around it. A big-fat-hairy-black spider... on my floor! Just perfect! I ran to get a shoe, or newspaper... or anything to kill it with! I found a beat-up flip-flop in the corner of the room.
"You picked the wrong house!", I raised my arm into 'spider assassinating position'. I sprung up into the air and proceded to attack!
"You're gonna die, you little bastard! DIE!!", I dived on it, attacking it with the almighty... the powerful... the invincible... Flip-Flop! I dodged from the left, then from the right. It put up good fight. It had an incredible defence system! I almost hit it, but it struck me to the ground!
"You fight well...", I complimented my enemy, while wiping my chin, "But not well enough!!" I sprung back up and performed my amazing triple-spin flip-flop attack! It tried to put up a blockade, but I struck it down before it could. It almost had me, but in the end, I was VICTORIOUS!! I left my enemy in ruins. All that remained was a dirty, ugly, nasty black and red spot on the ground. An EVIL spot!
"You were a worthy opponent..." I say, standing over my torn enemy, "But you were no match for...the mighty FLIP-FLOP!! Muahahahaha!! Muahahah!! Hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Well, there ya' go. I know what you're thinking. 'What in the seven-hells is the matter with this guy'!?! But to tell you the truth: this is me strung out. I guess the weed in my system made it seem as if I were fighting a fleet of Germans in World War Two! Well... maybe I sniffed a little something this morning as well. I try to keep it down to moderation. I don't consider myself an addict... Or a druggy... Or a 'pot-head'... Or a Drunkie... Or a crack-head... or any of those other dumb names for people who do more than they bargained for. I think I can control it pretty well.
I started drinking at a young age... I think I was about eleven years old when I had my first drink. I don't mean a taste, but I mean a whole drink all to myself. I can recall Miroku running up to me, telling me that he had stolen a full bottle of Scotch from a local liquor store. He didn't even wait until we got home to open it! (we were staying with our current employers at the time). Miroku was psyched and could hardly wait to satisfy his urge to walk on clouds, (or so he called it). I, however, became entranced by the idea, and I was looking for a more spiritual release. I can rememer how the first sip I took burned my throat and had caused me to cough and gag. I had almost called it quits, but Miroku persuaded me to keep at it. The second sip went down a little easier, though the taste was still horribly disgusting. At the time, I didn't really understand why people would want to drink something that tasted so horrible. The two of us walked up and down the nearest park, taking little sips as we went...Stumbling...falling. Miroku talked about how he'd be rich one day, and how the both of us were going to move into a huge dream-house with huge televisions, maids, cooks, tennis courts, movie theatres, giant pools, and a whole bunch of other sensless shit we didn't need. And for some reason, with the drink, I believed everything that he said. I felt that through his slurred speech and staggering walk, he was speaking the truth... all because of the drink. Maybe that's why he's still my best friend. He's too damn optimistic. Perhaps I had taken a wrong turn by meeting him. Or perhaps it's the best thing I've ever done with my life. That night at the park, me and Miroku had experienced our first hangovers. We had fallen asleep in the park, and when we woke up, we felt terrible! It made me never want to drink anything ever again. We were vomiting all over the place and laughing at eachother, and vomiting some more and laughing some more and aching all over.
We both felt great.
I looked at my watch. It was 12:00. 'Knock-knock-kn--!'.
"Huh?", My mind snapped! "Someone's at the door...". I got up to go answer it with little enthusiasm. I turned the knob and the door opened partially, due to the chain that was keeping the door from opening fully.
"Mirok--..." I yawned. "Miroku... what's up?".
"My pulse! That's what!", Miroku busted inside the door, harshly snapping and breaking the chain on my door! I was instantly surprised... and infuriated.
"Goddamnit you morin! Ya' broke my chain, now I've gotta get another one! Nice going!". I picked up the remains of my shattered door-chain. "And what the hell do you mean your pulse is up?", I made one last exaggeration. Mioku went on rambling...
"Oh God, oh God! Oh God! Oh Go--"
"What!", I immediately lost my patience. I couldn't stand when he did this stuff.
"We've gotta get ready to go!" Miroku was dancing around in circles.
"What do ya' mean, go? Go where?", I tried to catch on.
"Remember last night when I told you I had a date with that beautiful young lady from the club?", Miroku sounded as if he had ran all the way here.
"Yeah... What about it?", I crossed my arms.
"Well... Remember when I said that I wanted you to come with me?" He looked at me as if he were begging.
"What are you talking about!?! We can't leave now! It's only twelve-o-clock!", I explained, feeling as if Miroku was off of his rocker.
"Well, actually I wasn't planning on seeing her just yet. We're going to spend the day simply preparing for this blessed occasion", Miroku said, trying to sound as if he 'knew what he was talking about'. Personally, I didn't think he did.
"Prepare? How in the hell do we do that?", I didn't care to know. Miroku reached into his coat pocket and pulled out sevral pieces of paper.
"These were given to me by a friend of mine", Miroku said happily.
"What are they?", I said, snatching most of them out of his grasp. They were colorful, like coupons. I read the writing on them.
"A free spa treatment at the Walnut Creek Spa and Hottub center? You mean you plan to go all the way to Walnut Creek for a Goddamned spa treatment? Why?", I wanted to get everything straight. Miroku cleared his throat and began.
"Well, Inuyasha, I find it only reasonable, that before a big date, a guy should always freshen himself up, you know, so he's in a good mood. I've heard that guys who pamper themselves and look good attract chicks like magnets! Besides, I thought you could use the extra attention. You've been looking kinda' down these days, buddy. I thought this would be good for you. Have you even got a girlfriend yet, Inuyasha?". I just wanted him to shut the hell up!
"Whoa, Whoa! What do ya' mean 'I could use the extra attention? Are you my mother or something?", I didn't really mean it.
"No...", he began, "But I'm your friend, Inuyasha, and I think that this would do you good. So just trust me, okay?", then he looked at me with those puppy eyes.
"Willya' stop looking at me!?!".
"Allright", he stopped suddenly.
"Alright, Miroku! Fine...", I growled, "I'll go with you to your damn beauty parlor".
"--Spa treatment--".
"--Whatever!".
"Great!" Miroku clapped his hands together. "Get dressed, and we'll be on our way. And don't forget to bring---",
I stomped into my room and slammed the door to get dressed!
"--a possitive attitude...", Miroku hopelessly finished.
In my room, I opened the closet door, and all of my clothes were piled on the floor inside of it. I carelessly searched through them, tossing clothes over my shoulders until I found a pair of blue-jeans, a brown t-shirt, and a black button-up over-shirt. I hurridly put them. Then I began to loosly braid the bottom half of my hair as well as I could.
"Hey dude, you wanna go get some coffee on the way!?!", I could hear Miroku yell from the front room. I grabbed a rubber-band and tied the end of my hair.
"Yeah... yeah, we could stop by a coffee shop or something", I replied, knowing that he was probably still tired from last night. Coffee sounded pretty good. I walked into the front room and presented myself.
"Ready to go?", said Miroku.
"No, I'm just standing here waiting for it to snow in San Francisco", I replied in a horribly sarcastic manner. I can't help but be sarcastic a lot. It's just what I do. Miroku knows, and that's why he can take it so well. We started out the door, and I began to make conversation.
"So, how do you plan on getting us there anyway, Miroku?", I asked. My temper was cooling down. I shut the doo behind me and we began to walk down the stairs to the side-walk.
"Well...", he said, "I guess we're going to have to take BART (*Bay Area Rapid Transit*)".
"So tell me about this place. Is it some type of 'chick parlor' or somethin'?", I asked.
"Well, no. It's a place where people go to, you know, relax, unwind, get masages... the whole sha-bang! I though it would do us both some good before we went out tonight for our... erm... double date. I know you, Inuyasha, and I can tell you're stressed out, man!", He gave me a hard couple of pats on my shoulder. I guess I have been pretty stressed out lately. My mind suddenly snapped back to what Miroku had said a few seconds before.
"Whoa, whoa! What do you mean our 'double date'? I'm not the one who's going out on a date, you are! You just asked me to come along, and that's it. What's this, some type of set-up?" I asked.
"Well... not exactly. Let's just call it... a bonus to your stress-free day!", Miroku was smiling as if he made any sense.
"Oh you're stressin' me out!"
"Easy, Inuyasha. Calm down and just trust me. It'll be fine, and you end up thanking me later", Miroku was annoying the hell outta' me today. But I backed off.
"Fine, Miroku, I'll go with it", I said sounding slightly annoyed still, "but I still think this is a set-up".
"Good, good. Now c'mon, dude, or we'll miss our train and have to wait a whole twenty minutes for the next one", Miroku said happily, pacing himself in front of me.
Miroku's P.O.V.
'Oh, it's a set-up alright..... But just not one you'd expect'. Your in for a big surprise, buddy. I began laughing out loud to myself as we walked. And all Inuyasha could do was wonder why... all the way to the BART station.
A/N: Ah-ha! Miroku's planning somehting. lol. (did that sound corny?) Well, that's my weird-assed chapter. I don't know how the hell I came up with the spider thingy! I know that chapters are short. It's sooo hard to make them long.Pleeeeaase review! it's thie ooonly way I know How I'm doing. Hope it was an o.k. chappie, and I hope you guys read the next one :) Review and Thanx :p.
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I didn't create them! I'm not GOD you know!!!
Emo Diaries
Chapter 6: Muévete Rápido
Inuyasha's P.O.V.
"Have you ever been somewhere... somewhere happy or fun, and the time seems to pass by like a speeding bullet? Have the long winter monthes ever felt like short summer days? Have the weeks ever felt like hours? The hours like minutes? Well, in my life, time doesn't seem to exist. The hours, the days, the weeks, and even the years seem to blend together into a continuous, monotonous blob. Time passes slowly is what I mean. The only way for me to pass the time is through writing. I could sit in my room for the entire day just writing poetry or writing songs. For some reason, it makes the clock spin faster. Maybe it's because it's something that I truely enjoy. Or... maybe I'm stupid. Maybe my entire life is pathetic. And maybe the only reason the everything moves so slow is because I don't have anything better to do with my time. I guess some things will just have to go unanswered. Or... Maybe they just won't be answered in my time at least."
11:34am
"Damn! I just can't figure out how to start on these stupid lyrics!"
I was beating myself up again.
"For you, I would.... no!", I crumpled up a piece of writing paper and threw it to the side. "You are my... this is the... the night is... no! Damn!", again, I threw another piece of crumpled paper to the side. Writing songs was something that I had to do, mainly because the fact was: If I didn't have any songs to perform, I was never going to get a gig. I had to perform every now and then in order to make a living. No show equals no money. No money equals no food. No food equals starvation, and you know what happens next. This was all routine to me. I've tried to get jobs in the past. You know, real jobs. Well... not real jobs actually. Just things like cleaning bathrooms and flipping burgers and all of that dumb stuff. But I always ended up getting fired. I always "screwed up". So often that I can't even count. Miroku and I used to go job hunting together. If we were lucky, we'd make it past shaking the manager's hand without doing something stupid. I guess we can't help but do stupid stuff. It's kinda' in our nature, you know. And even if we did get the job, there was still a huge chance of one of us screwing up, (Miroku in particular). When it came to playing the drums, he could be the biggest genious... But when it came to other things like keeping a job, he'd probably function better with the brain of a guinea pig. He'd do some of the dumbest stunts that left me in awe, (sometimes laughing), every time they were pulled ... like: Slacking on the job, stealing merchandise, stealing money, getting high on on the job, flirting on the job, matsurbating on the job, falling asleep on the job, being late for the job, forgetting to check in, forgetting to check out, harrassing the customers, giving poor service, getting caught out back with women (doing you-know-what), breaking merchandise, trying to glue them back together... basically for being a damn moron! If I had a dollar for every time the cunt has screwed up, I wouldn't be living in this shit-hole apartment! (And this is me being bitter).
The boss would usually figure that since I came in with this guy, I'm a trouble-maker as well, so I'd wind up getting fired along with him. I've tried getting jobs on my own, without Miroku, but I'm just not really cut out for the whole monotonous, manual labor thing. Not that I can't do it! But... why should I waste my time doing all of that crazy bullshit, that I hate doing, when I can be doing something that I enjoy? I sip some more liquor and I take another hit of my marijuana cig'. A strange combination I might say. But it gets me thinking.
My thoughts are quickly altered when something darts past my vision.
"Huh... what the was that?"... I turn around and look at the floor...
"Eeeeww!... What the hell is that thing! A spider!", I quickly jumped to my feet. I hated spiders!
"Gross! And it's a big one!", I stupidly danced around it. A big-fat-hairy-black spider... on my floor! Just perfect! I ran to get a shoe, or newspaper... or anything to kill it with! I found a beat-up flip-flop in the corner of the room.
"You picked the wrong house!", I raised my arm into 'spider assassinating position'. I sprung up into the air and proceded to attack!
"You're gonna die, you little bastard! DIE!!", I dived on it, attacking it with the almighty... the powerful... the invincible... Flip-Flop! I dodged from the left, then from the right. It put up good fight. It had an incredible defence system! I almost hit it, but it struck me to the ground!
"You fight well...", I complimented my enemy, while wiping my chin, "But not well enough!!" I sprung back up and performed my amazing triple-spin flip-flop attack! It tried to put up a blockade, but I struck it down before it could. It almost had me, but in the end, I was VICTORIOUS!! I left my enemy in ruins. All that remained was a dirty, ugly, nasty black and red spot on the ground. An EVIL spot!
"You were a worthy opponent..." I say, standing over my torn enemy, "But you were no match for...the mighty FLIP-FLOP!! Muahahahaha!! Muahahah!! Hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Well, there ya' go. I know what you're thinking. 'What in the seven-hells is the matter with this guy'!?! But to tell you the truth: this is me strung out. I guess the weed in my system made it seem as if I were fighting a fleet of Germans in World War Two! Well... maybe I sniffed a little something this morning as well. I try to keep it down to moderation. I don't consider myself an addict... Or a druggy... Or a 'pot-head'... Or a Drunkie... Or a crack-head... or any of those other dumb names for people who do more than they bargained for. I think I can control it pretty well.
I started drinking at a young age... I think I was about eleven years old when I had my first drink. I don't mean a taste, but I mean a whole drink all to myself. I can recall Miroku running up to me, telling me that he had stolen a full bottle of Scotch from a local liquor store. He didn't even wait until we got home to open it! (we were staying with our current employers at the time). Miroku was psyched and could hardly wait to satisfy his urge to walk on clouds, (or so he called it). I, however, became entranced by the idea, and I was looking for a more spiritual release. I can rememer how the first sip I took burned my throat and had caused me to cough and gag. I had almost called it quits, but Miroku persuaded me to keep at it. The second sip went down a little easier, though the taste was still horribly disgusting. At the time, I didn't really understand why people would want to drink something that tasted so horrible. The two of us walked up and down the nearest park, taking little sips as we went...Stumbling...falling. Miroku talked about how he'd be rich one day, and how the both of us were going to move into a huge dream-house with huge televisions, maids, cooks, tennis courts, movie theatres, giant pools, and a whole bunch of other sensless shit we didn't need. And for some reason, with the drink, I believed everything that he said. I felt that through his slurred speech and staggering walk, he was speaking the truth... all because of the drink. Maybe that's why he's still my best friend. He's too damn optimistic. Perhaps I had taken a wrong turn by meeting him. Or perhaps it's the best thing I've ever done with my life. That night at the park, me and Miroku had experienced our first hangovers. We had fallen asleep in the park, and when we woke up, we felt terrible! It made me never want to drink anything ever again. We were vomiting all over the place and laughing at eachother, and vomiting some more and laughing some more and aching all over.
We both felt great.
I looked at my watch. It was 12:00. 'Knock-knock-kn--!'.
"Huh?", My mind snapped! "Someone's at the door...". I got up to go answer it with little enthusiasm. I turned the knob and the door opened partially, due to the chain that was keeping the door from opening fully.
"Mirok--..." I yawned. "Miroku... what's up?".
"My pulse! That's what!", Miroku busted inside the door, harshly snapping and breaking the chain on my door! I was instantly surprised... and infuriated.
"Goddamnit you morin! Ya' broke my chain, now I've gotta get another one! Nice going!". I picked up the remains of my shattered door-chain. "And what the hell do you mean your pulse is up?", I made one last exaggeration. Mioku went on rambling...
"Oh God, oh God! Oh God! Oh Go--"
"What!", I immediately lost my patience. I couldn't stand when he did this stuff.
"We've gotta get ready to go!" Miroku was dancing around in circles.
"What do ya' mean, go? Go where?", I tried to catch on.
"Remember last night when I told you I had a date with that beautiful young lady from the club?", Miroku sounded as if he had ran all the way here.
"Yeah... What about it?", I crossed my arms.
"Well... Remember when I said that I wanted you to come with me?" He looked at me as if he were begging.
"What are you talking about!?! We can't leave now! It's only twelve-o-clock!", I explained, feeling as if Miroku was off of his rocker.
"Well, actually I wasn't planning on seeing her just yet. We're going to spend the day simply preparing for this blessed occasion", Miroku said, trying to sound as if he 'knew what he was talking about'. Personally, I didn't think he did.
"Prepare? How in the hell do we do that?", I didn't care to know. Miroku reached into his coat pocket and pulled out sevral pieces of paper.
"These were given to me by a friend of mine", Miroku said happily.
"What are they?", I said, snatching most of them out of his grasp. They were colorful, like coupons. I read the writing on them.
"A free spa treatment at the Walnut Creek Spa and Hottub center? You mean you plan to go all the way to Walnut Creek for a Goddamned spa treatment? Why?", I wanted to get everything straight. Miroku cleared his throat and began.
"Well, Inuyasha, I find it only reasonable, that before a big date, a guy should always freshen himself up, you know, so he's in a good mood. I've heard that guys who pamper themselves and look good attract chicks like magnets! Besides, I thought you could use the extra attention. You've been looking kinda' down these days, buddy. I thought this would be good for you. Have you even got a girlfriend yet, Inuyasha?". I just wanted him to shut the hell up!
"Whoa, Whoa! What do ya' mean 'I could use the extra attention? Are you my mother or something?", I didn't really mean it.
"No...", he began, "But I'm your friend, Inuyasha, and I think that this would do you good. So just trust me, okay?", then he looked at me with those puppy eyes.
"Willya' stop looking at me!?!".
"Allright", he stopped suddenly.
"Alright, Miroku! Fine...", I growled, "I'll go with you to your damn beauty parlor".
"--Spa treatment--".
"--Whatever!".
"Great!" Miroku clapped his hands together. "Get dressed, and we'll be on our way. And don't forget to bring---",
I stomped into my room and slammed the door to get dressed!
"--a possitive attitude...", Miroku hopelessly finished.
In my room, I opened the closet door, and all of my clothes were piled on the floor inside of it. I carelessly searched through them, tossing clothes over my shoulders until I found a pair of blue-jeans, a brown t-shirt, and a black button-up over-shirt. I hurridly put them. Then I began to loosly braid the bottom half of my hair as well as I could.
"Hey dude, you wanna go get some coffee on the way!?!", I could hear Miroku yell from the front room. I grabbed a rubber-band and tied the end of my hair.
"Yeah... yeah, we could stop by a coffee shop or something", I replied, knowing that he was probably still tired from last night. Coffee sounded pretty good. I walked into the front room and presented myself.
"Ready to go?", said Miroku.
"No, I'm just standing here waiting for it to snow in San Francisco", I replied in a horribly sarcastic manner. I can't help but be sarcastic a lot. It's just what I do. Miroku knows, and that's why he can take it so well. We started out the door, and I began to make conversation.
"So, how do you plan on getting us there anyway, Miroku?", I asked. My temper was cooling down. I shut the doo behind me and we began to walk down the stairs to the side-walk.
"Well...", he said, "I guess we're going to have to take BART (*Bay Area Rapid Transit*)".
"So tell me about this place. Is it some type of 'chick parlor' or somethin'?", I asked.
"Well, no. It's a place where people go to, you know, relax, unwind, get masages... the whole sha-bang! I though it would do us both some good before we went out tonight for our... erm... double date. I know you, Inuyasha, and I can tell you're stressed out, man!", He gave me a hard couple of pats on my shoulder. I guess I have been pretty stressed out lately. My mind suddenly snapped back to what Miroku had said a few seconds before.
"Whoa, whoa! What do you mean our 'double date'? I'm not the one who's going out on a date, you are! You just asked me to come along, and that's it. What's this, some type of set-up?" I asked.
"Well... not exactly. Let's just call it... a bonus to your stress-free day!", Miroku was smiling as if he made any sense.
"Oh you're stressin' me out!"
"Easy, Inuyasha. Calm down and just trust me. It'll be fine, and you end up thanking me later", Miroku was annoying the hell outta' me today. But I backed off.
"Fine, Miroku, I'll go with it", I said sounding slightly annoyed still, "but I still think this is a set-up".
"Good, good. Now c'mon, dude, or we'll miss our train and have to wait a whole twenty minutes for the next one", Miroku said happily, pacing himself in front of me.
Miroku's P.O.V.
'Oh, it's a set-up alright..... But just not one you'd expect'. Your in for a big surprise, buddy. I began laughing out loud to myself as we walked. And all Inuyasha could do was wonder why... all the way to the BART station.
A/N: Ah-ha! Miroku's planning somehting. lol. (did that sound corny?) Well, that's my weird-assed chapter. I don't know how the hell I came up with the spider thingy! I know that chapters are short. It's sooo hard to make them long.Pleeeeaase review! it's thie ooonly way I know How I'm doing. Hope it was an o.k. chappie, and I hope you guys read the next one :) Review and Thanx :p.