InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Medium or Extreme Aggravation ❯ Sighs and Screams Part II ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to another. . . I feel like Kagome when I say this.

 

(Man I hate turkey. Good thing my man makes a mean steak. Yum. Now I've returned to my work in front of the comp. I hope you all appreciate that I have been ignoring my dog Kira for your sakes, but she's asleep right now n-e-ways. So enjoy)

 

Chapter 3- Sighs and Screams part II

 

(at Bob's Beatdown-a-torium)

 

Sesshoumaru walked past InuYasha and Miroku's relieved forms and into the gym. If any woman were to look at Sesshoumaru right now, they would probably admit that he is one of the most handsome men in the history of handsome men. His hair and eyes are identical to InuYasha's but his hair is finer and cut into a dashing style that frames his thin face perfectly. And his eyes are a battleground of violent temper and caring friendship. He is tall and wiry but no one would be foolish enough to mistake him as weak. It is in the line of his body, his stride and proud carriage; he is strong without being ostentatious. He fairly oozes sophistication. Some might say that he nearly appears homosexual, but then again, some people have a death wish. The two brothers are known for their tempers and their intelligence. Sesshoumaru is known for his control, though at this moment it was taking every ounce of self control that he could muster to keep himself from beating his little brother into the ground.

 

It seemed that both brothers were itching for a fight because as they were changing in the locker room, InuYasha blurted out “So you got kicked out of your apartment so that a bunch of girls could take over huh? Man Rin's got you in check. You're going soft on me Fluffy. Wait till father hears about this, he's gonna have a coronary.”

 

InuYasha missed the death glare that Sesshoumaru sent his way, but Miroku didn't I guess we're not out of the woods yet. If InuYasha could just keep his big mouth shut for once we may make it through the night alive. But Miroku knew as well as anyone that when without even trying InuYasha had the special ability to push Sesshoumaru's buttons rather violently. Trying to keep the evening civil Miroku struck up a benign conversation (at least he thought so) while they were walking to the stationary bikes to warm up “So InuYasha been to any good concerts lately?”

 

InuYasha flinched slightly at the question. He didn't really want to talk about his problems with Kikyou but right now he felt like he was going to explode. “Actually I was at a bitchin concert earlier with Kikyou but I left. She decided to be a one woman drinking party. I think that she was trying to break her own record. She'd had like four beers in the first half hour of the show.” InuYasha looked dejected. He'd never been one to drink much or do any drugs at all. He was almost a straight-edge.

 

“Trust you little brother to fall for a lush. It's pathetic.” Sesshoumaru stared straight ahead as he pedaled faster and faster.

 

“Oh leave him alone Lord Fluffy. Can't you see he's in pain? Small wonder he hasn't started crying right now. Its okay InuYasha let it all out. We're all friends here (he shot one doubtful glance towards Sesshoumaru then looked back at InuYasha who was practically steaming) Uh, well, um. . .” Miroku must have realized that he was skating on thin ice because he suddenly developed an urge to go to the bathroom.

 

“Get back here Miroku. I'm gonna finish what Sango started and make your brain damage permanent. And YOU Fluffy (InuYasha now rounded on Sesshoumaru who merely raised one eyebrow) at least I'm not pussy whipped into submission.”

 

Sesshoumaru nearly let his indifferent mask slip at InuYasha's outburst. Instead he muttered “Let's go to the heavy bag. Will you spot me?”

 

“Yeah sure whatever.” InuYasha looked warily at his brother. As they made their way to the heavy punching bags Miroku reappeared and had a whispered conversation with InuYasha.

 

“What's going on?”

 

“Sesshoumaru wants to use the heavy bags. I think that I'm in trouble. I might have said somethings that I shouldn't have.”

 

“InuYasha sometimes your mouth is too big for its own good.”

 

“Shut up prick-ass. Help me figure out a way outa this.”

 

“I'm out of ideas my friend.”

 

“Figured you'd say that. Let's get this over with.”

 

The two caught up with Sesshoumaru at the punching bags. InuYasha nervously took up his position behind the bag to keep it from swaying too much.

 

After a few minutes of nothing happening InuYasha began to relax. Sesshoumaru seemed to be taking his anger out on the inanimate object hanging from the chain. He punched it with enough force to injure or maim anyone who might be unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of one of his punches.

 

“Fuckin A Fluffy how much do you work out?” InuYasha asked.

 

“I don't. Rin has me lug the groceries up five flights of stair because she gets claustrophobic in the elevator. And I can't take the elevator on my own because she insists on having company while she walks up the stairs. But it does build up my strength and stamina.”

 

“Damn Fluffy, Rin has you wrapped around her little fing. AHHHHH!” InuYasha soon found himself in a heap on the floor clutching his right eye.

 

“Oops, I missed the bag” Sesshoumaru calmly resumed punching the heavy bag.

 

“That's gonna leave a mark.” Miroku was staring incredulously at the writhing InuYasha.

 

“Fuck that hurt like a bitch. Whadja do that for?”

 

“Don't call me Fluffy again.” Sesshoumaru said in his cold, bored voice.

 

InuYasha and Miroku exchanged a meaningful glance. The meaning was That son of a bitch is really scary sometimes.

 

Sesshoumaru finished his workout while InuYasha went in search of some ice for his eye. “So since Rin has forbidden me from returning to the apartment I must find someplace else to stay tonight. What are you doing this evening pervert?” (“pervert” in this case is a term of endearment)

 

“Nothing I was already asleep when InuYasha tried to break my door down. If you want you can crash on my couch I guess. Hey InuYasha wanna stay at my place tonight?”

 

InuYasha had returned pressing a bag of crushed ice to his face.” Yeah I guess so I don't feel much like driving home without any depth perception. Is Flu. . . er Sesshoumaru stayin too?”

 

“Yup, nothing like a little brotherly love to warm up an evening eh?”

 

So the three left Bob's Beatdown-a-torium and headed back to Miroku's apartment to bitch about their girlfriends some more.

 

 

 

(There ya go part II of chapter 3. Sorry if it's a bit short it is 2am after all and I have to get some sleep. Hope ya'll enjoy it. Read and review if ya feel up to it. Ja ne (I'm trying this one out) Hope, peace and chicken grease. Neko out.)

 

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