InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ French is Chic ❯ Rushing About ( Chapter 7 )

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Yeah, lots of music….

Tom Petty: Don't Do Me Like That, Two Gunslingers, King's Highway, The Dark Of The Sun, All Or Nothin', Too Good To Be True; Simple Plan: Addicted; My Chemical Romance: Welcome To The Black Parade; The Killers: Human; Katy Perry: Waking Up In Vegas; All-American Rejects: It Ends Tonight; blink-182: All The Small Things; Dana Fuchs: Helter Skelter; tick, tick, BOOM: 30/90, Johnny Can't Decide, Louder Than Words; Jenifer: Au soleil, Le long chemin; Hoobastank: The Reason; Yellowcard: Ocean Avenue; They Might Be Giants: SenSurround

 

We started a new show, Music of the Doors. Our last game, the Battle of the Ravine, is this coming Thursday!!! So OBU Watch has started! w00t.

 

P.S. You know the drill with the French…at the end.

 

Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Inuyasha or any characters therein.
I do own my very own French horn, and a euphonium!

 

 

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The door was shut. They had gone. Why did they need to question Inuyasha anyway, it's not like he was in any condition to kill anyone anyway.

 

“You owe me.” Kagome whispered as she stroked the bangs away from Inuyasha's forehead, revealing his sleeping, handsome face. “Ah, Tu es trop beau, pour des mots. Je t'aime beaucoup, et je veux avoir tes enfants.” She covered her mouth as soon as the word escaped her lips. She maybe French, but she wasn't that kind of girl! She would have to be steady dating someone for a good six to eight months before she would even consider doing that sort of thing. As she looked at his sleeping face she couldn't help but wonder what he would have thought of that statement had he understood French and been conscious.

 

“I'm gonna have to ask you to not talk those French-edy words you talk so often, they bother me.” Inuyasha groggily opened up one eye in order to look up at the girl who for the past twenty-four hours he has thought about nearly every minute. (except for the ones where he was being beaten, or forced to try and remember something that he never took part in.) “And you can imagine how I don't like not knowing what's going on.”

 

Kagome sighed and smiled thinking that the hanyou would simply pass out again as he had at random for the past hour or so.

 

“What are you staring at?”

 

“Oh! So you're up for good now, huh?”

 

“You could say that I guess.” Inuyasha tried to sit up and stretch, but the young woman placed her hand on his shoulder urging him to stay put.

 

“No, no. You are injured and need to rest, whether or not you are a hanyou makes no difference.” Kagome stood and walked towards what she assumed was the kitchen. Upon arrival there, she found herself in a small, squalid, cluttered kitchen that was poorly lit. She quickly attempted a search around for the different necessities for ramen (a meal her mother made for her when she was sick, or didn't feel well. She liked it more than chicken noodle soup, and hoped Inuyasha did too.)

 

Not being successful, Kagome walked back into the living room. “Inuyasha, I am going to run to the store down the road to get you something that will make you feel better ok? Keep the door locked, and do not open it unless you know that it's me, ok?” He merely grunted, making sure he heard her, Kagome flicked his ear.

 

“Ow!!! Jeez! I heard you! Go to the store already!” Inuyasha shot up and gingerly held a hand to his recently abused ear.

 

“Ok, fine. I just wanted to make sure. I'll be back in around fifteen minutes.” She walked to, then out the door, and immediately Inuyasha wanted to know why he felt so immensely lonely.

 

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“Prick! Who does he think he is! RUINING a live broadcast! He is not the fricking chief of police!” Throwing open the door to the station, Atsuko stormed to her desk. “Just because he wasn't doing his job, and we got the information first doesn't mean that he can do that!”

 

“Yeah, but he is the best homicide detective in Arakawa, maybe even all of Tokyo.” An older man walked up to Atsuko and placed a piece of paper on her desk.

 

“Pffft….right, Yaso…detective. I bet he couldn't even detect his way out of a paper bag with a flashlight and a very bright and intelligent dog on a leash.” She inwardly smiled at the image. “What's all this?” She asked picking the paper up.

 

“It's your next assignment--” Yaso was interrupted by Atsuko standing up

 

“What? I know you're my boss, but I can't take on another assignment! I must cover this case! Detective Subayai and the entire police department need to be put in their place!! As of this moment I am declaring war! The elite informative media against the chimps in cheap uniforms putting puzzles together calling it police work!” At that she got her coat, and left the station just as she had entered.

 

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“I'm not entirely sure how we have a basement in our apartment, but it sure is helpful to hide stuff in when we have company over!” Ayame stumbled over chairs and dirty laundry making her way to the back of her and Kouga's “apartment-basement.”

 

She got to the phone tracking system, and immediately started pressing all these buttons. The screen of one of the ten monitors lit up. Ayame then entered the number written on the note to Kouga. The system `brrrrr-ed' and `zzzzzz-ed' a bit before a map popped up on the monitor with one solitary blinking red light.

 

Quickly writing down the address, Ayame stumbled back out of the “basement” and out of her apartment, intent on confronting the trick trying to drive her and Kouga apart.

 

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“Dear, sweet, baby Jesus!” The clerk at the register whispered as she clutched her chest. Kagome had walked past her on the way to the soup aisle. The clerk, Tarinai (the name printed on her name tag,) quickly picked up the phone and dialed her manager. “She's not dead!”

 

“She's here! In our store!” Tarinai moved towards Kagome, and said, “My manager would like to see you in the back office”

 

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End Ch. 7

 

-A/N- I am so terribly sorry for the shortness! And the loose ends! If you all have any ideas, or speculations, please feel free to post them! I'm kinda stuck with writer's block. Thought I might not use any idea's you have, they might be helpful in the inspiration factory of my brain!

 

P.S. The character of Yaso in my mind is not unlike that of Pete Hornberger from 30 Rock (something else I do not own)

 

French:

“Ah, tu es trop beau pour des mots. Je t'aime beaucoup, et je veux avoir des bébésË® -- Oh, you are too handsome for words. I love you, and I want to have your babies.

 

Tarinai means dim-witted in Japanese.

 

 

Ch 8 will be coming soon!

 

 

 

Miyazaki Itou (ff.net) Tythe (mm.org)