InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ In Love with a Legend? ( Chapter 4 )

A/N : I do not InuYasha and company, however I DO own an overactive imagination...

 

 

FINDING KAGOME

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

“That dinner was awesome, I am so stuffed!!” Selene moaned as she laid back on the overstuffed sofa that was covered in pillows.

 

“Now all she needs is to be mounted...” Michael waggled his brows in imitation of Groucho, while waggling a chopstick like a cigar.

 

“Can it, monk” Selene looked toward the ceiling as she tried to suppress a grin. “Who the hell uses chopsticks to eat potato salad, anyway??”

 

“I do. . . You should try it. . .” he muttered while chewing his last bite.

 

“Thank you KFC!” praised Kagome as she brought a fresh pot of tea to the coffee table. “Sure beats cooking...”

 

“Sure beats the ramen I was planning on nuking,” added Michael. “I've been meaning to ask you, Selene my love. . . just why is it you refuse to cook for me?”

 

“I burn water,” she responded blandly.

 

“Good reason, dear. . . thank you for the update,” he turned to Kagome as she sat on the floor to pour the tea, “Excuse me, miss. . . are you spoken for yet??”

 

“OK, monk.. THAT'S IT. . . I am going to bean you!!” Selene gracefully flipped onto her feet, and cornered her wayward fiancée knocking against the table in the crowded sitting area as she straddled him, tickling him into near hysterics.

 

Michael, palms out to ward off the attack, wheezed, “My dear Sally. . . Surely you misunderstand my intentions!!”

 

“OK guys!!” Kagome called time out, “help me clean up this mess.” The tea had landed more on the table than in the cups, and Kagome grabbed for more napkins passing them around.

 

“Pervert. . .” muttered Selene, as she dabbed at a puddle.

 

“And you know you love it. . .” responded Michael in kind. It was a regular routine of theirs, and it still made Kagome giggle. A winsome expression brushed across her features as she thought about the happiness the two shared. Maybe she would one day find that kind of happiness.

 

“No damage done,” Kagome smiled brightly, “lets get our instruments!” She had been looking forward to this session for days.

 

“Ok Kagome, play that piece you played for the class today, I will follow with the drum and Sally can get a feel for what you are trying to convey.”

 

“First I have to set the scene,” she suggested.

 

“Which story is it, Kagome?” Selene picked up her shamisen, and began testing the tone, tuning as she listened.

 

“I decided on 'The Miko and the Hanyou'. But it's abridged for time.”

 

“I would think so, I love that story, but it's so long!”

 

“I really want Momma to narrate, though I know that's stepping pretty far from tradition.”

 

“This is a cultural fair, dear. . . if Dikes on Bikes can do their thing, so can you.” Selene smiled wanly at her adopted little sister.

 

“I suppose you're right. OK, here goes,” and she took a breath and began to play the antique instrument. Michael slowly tapped out an accompaniment, and within 4 measures, Sally joined in on the shamisen. All three pairs of eyes widened as they heard the distinctly Japanese blending of the sounds. Kagome could feel the leaves rustling on Goshinboku, and in her mind's eye, she saw the boy stuck to it with a sacred arrow. She became lost in the music and the feelings, as if she were the miko who had found him and taken pity on him, as she walked around the tree to examine his predicament. A strange chill ran up her spine as the melody finished, with Michael and Sally ending in unison. For several moments, no one spoke as the sound of city traffic hummed in the background.

 

“Wow” was Michael's only commentary.

 

“Ditto” added Selene.

 

“Was it me . . .” Kagome paused for second, “or did something just happen here?”

 

“Too bad we didn't record that, it was. . . amazing,” recounted Selene with awe, as she set her instrument to the side.

 

Kagome felt another strange chill slide up her spine, as goosebumps broke out on her forearms.

 

“Oi! Is this anything like those 'aftershocks' you talk about, Sal?” she held out her arms. Selene broke out into a fit of laughter.

 

“Those are after either earthquakes or great sex, 'Gome!! Granted that was. . . just wild. . . but I don't know if I could compare it to great sex...”

 

“Well, it's not like I have any experience there, it just seemed so . . . moving. And then the goosebumps came afterward. It's really weird, it's like. . . I saw the hanyou on the Sacred Tree, with an arrow in his chest. Like I was actually there!”

 

“Oh 'Gome, you're spending way too much time with these stories,” Selene warned, then aside to Michael, “I think she's losing it, monk.”

 

“Stop it, Sally, she's just fine.” chided Michael. “It was beautiful, and even though I didn't see a boy stuck to a tree, I was very moved by it. We need to set up a recorder for the next session I think. This piece is worthy of archiving.”

 

“No, she's right, Mikey. . . that was unnerving.” Kagome set the flute down on the table and glared at it. “Maybe I should go talk to Momma tomorrow. She seems to always have a reasonable explanation for things, she will help me get more grounded.”

 

“What you need, little sister. . . is a man. I don't see how you live like you do, you are so full of love for everyone, and no man to feed your heart. I think you are secretly in love with the Dog-Boy... you spend so much time on his story.” Selene sat back examining the increased rosiness of Kagome's cheeks. “I knew it! Hit the nail RIGHT on the head!” She proclaimed.

 

“Oh geez, Sally!! Give the girl a break, huh? She didn't tell you about her new suitor??” Michael bounced up, in her defense, “Why just today he practically asked her out, I think he was a little shy with my being there. . . You didn't tell Sally about. . . Connor??” he winked surreptitiously.

 

Kagome glared at the man, a momentary flash of disbelief crossed her features, then it registered what he was trying to do. He was trying to save her face with this revelation.

 

“Oi, Michael, he's cute and smart, but I just don't know that he's my type, really,” she giggled, and looked at her hands still holding the flute. “I mean you did kind of scare him off. I'm not so sure that I want to get too chummy with someone who runs off at any hint of competition, you know?”

 

“True, true. . . but the point is, you have taken some time to consider what he has to offer you, which is certainly not how a woman in love with a legend would behave, am I right, Sally?”

 

“I suppose you have something there, monk. I swear one minute you're a total perv, and the next you come up with a piece of wisdom that marks you as a sage.” Selene moved down to the floor to sit on Michaels lap, “am I a lucky girl or what?”

 

“I am the lucky one, my dear Selene,” and he leaned around her for a kiss.

 

Kagome sighed, “One day my prince will come. . .” she watched her two best friends fondly. Again she felt the chill crawling up her spine, and looked on her forearms to find the goosebumps. Rubbing her arms, she leaned over and took the teapot, “anyone want more tea?”

 

“I'm good,” responded Michael, “Hey, were you serious about going to see your mom tomorrow?”

 

“Sure, I think it's time. I haven't been out to the retreat in a couple of months, and it's vacation now.”

 

“Want some company?” he asked hopefully.

 

“What have you got up your sleeve, monk?” his fiancée tugged at his collar, looking suspiciously into his eyes.

 

“Why nothing. . . I merely wanted to go see Momma Higurashi. . . maybe get a reading. . . soak in the spa. . . you know, play the 'starving student' and get her to make some Oden...”

 

“Oh, man. . . That sure beats the nuked ramen I am going to get to eat while you are off luxuriating, monk.”

 

“You can come too, Sally! We'll make a weekend of it!” piped Kagome.

 

“Bad luck, I have to do weekend duty. I'm the new guy, remember?”

 

“Oh,” Kagome looked crestfallen. “I forgot, gomen nassai.”

 

“Aw, it's no big deal really, I am supposed to spend some time with my little brother, anyway. I thought I would take him to the zoo, he really loves the animals.” She stretched, and glanced at her watch, catching Michael's eye then glancing to the door she signaled that it was time to end the visit.

 

“What time will you be leaving, tomorrow Kagome?” Michael asked, as Selene rose off his lap. His eyes followed the curve of her rear end appreciatively.

 

“Oh, I don't know... should I rent a car since we both are going?”

 

“Sure, and we can bring the pipe and drum show with us, show off to Momma. It's all too much to carry on the transit.” He rose, taking his fiancée's hand.

 

“Ok, I will pick you up around 10. Please. . . don't stay up all night.”

 

“Whatever are you talking about, Kagome-chan? Of course I will be ready for you when you arrive in the morning,” his eyes wide with boyish innocence.

 

“That's what you said last time, and it was 2 before we actually got on a train, baka.”

 

“Sally, did you just hear that??? She called me baka!”

 

“I heard. It's better than calling you a tool...” she smacked his butt, “Get a move on lil doggy.”

 

“Hey!! That's mine!!” he whined grabbing his behind as she herded him to the door.

 

Kagome stood looking confused, then suddenly her face brightened and she started laughing.

 

“Oi!! I just got it!! baka and vaca. . . move along lil doggy. . . you guys are such a hoot!!” slapping her knee. Her own southern drawl was such a poor imitation, it made even her wince.

 

“What's she talking about??” Michael whispered urgently in Selene's ear.

 

“Vaca in Spanish is a cow,” she informed him.

 

“Oh. . . Now I really am insulted!!” He moved like the wind, to grab Kagome around the waist, hugging her tight, then tickling her mercilessly, till her laughter was causing her to gasp.

 

“Eeeeeee!! Mikey!! Mikey!! I gotta pee!!! Eeeeeee!!”she cried, collapsing onto the floor, writhing.

 

“I'm not a cow!!” He triumphantly pronounced, raising his right arm into the air, as Kagome gasped for breath on the floor.

 

“But you are an idiot,” she heaved as she pushed herself up. “Now I gotta go change clothes.” she made a snarling face at him, as his eyes, wide with shock were suddenly hidden behind his hands.

 

In a tiny voice he apologized. “Gomen, gomen, gomen!” he squeaked, hunching his shoulders protectively around his ears.

 

“Go home!” she commanded, pointing at the only exit and they both obediently turned toward the door. “10 o'clock, don't forget!”

 

“Yes Higurashi-sama, I won't forget,” and he pushed Selene through the door, turned and stuck out his tongue, then successfully dodged the thrown pillow by dashing through and slamming the portal with a loud 'THUD'.

 

“That baka is going to get me evicted, yet,” mused Kagome smiling and shaking her head.

 

 

 

 

~ooOO0OOoo~