InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ Mama I’m Strange ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: hedgehogmadhatter 
I whispered a conspiratorial question into Rin’s ear, “So what kind of yokai is his lordly-ness over there?”
She smiled as he frowned trying to hear our words, “He’s the great yokai of the Inu family.”
Ah, dog yokai. That made sense. After all God spelled backwards is dog.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.25.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
I whispered a conspiratorial question into Rin’s ear, “So what kind of yokai is his lordly-ness over there?”
She smiled as he frowned trying to hear our words, “He’s the great yokai of the Inu family.”
Ah, dog yokai. That made sense. After all God spelled backwards is dog.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.25.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
Chapter Three
Mama I'm Strange
Damn it!
Why did I always have to be such a bitch?
If I'd kept my mouth shut then my sweater would still be white. I wasn't sure the sweater was even salvageable but whatever the outcome, the dry cleaning bill was going to be hefty. Usually under such circumstances I would demand that the offending party reimburse me; however this was mostly my fault so I decided to let it go.
The silver haired stranger watched the growing brown coffee stains.
“Your sweater…” was the only thing he said.
I shook my head and began blotting at the stain with a clean bar rag dipped in soda water. “Don't worry about it. If I hadn't screwed with you then this wouldn't have happened.”
For the briefest of moments he seemed horrified to have made a public spectacle of himself. Then after hearing my confession, his face returned to its usual stoic lack of expression and he went back to his coffee as though nothing had happened.
I foraged under the counter and found a café apron and tied it around my waist then began wiping the counter down. “Enjoy your coffee.”
The still nameless yokai sat at the end of my counter for a good thirty minutes and three free refills but didn't offer a word of conversation. After the coffee spitting incident I decided to leave him in peace.
_-_-_
I sat on the floor of my tiny one bedroom apartment twisted into a yoga style pretzel position. The small man on my TV seemed to think this was pretty easy but he was a damned liar.
My Christmas tree, I had gone all out and purchased a live one for my Mom, was now sitting dejected and lonely left out to die on my fire escape. I had no use for it now and the mere sight of the beautiful evergreen turned my stomach. It was a damned shamed too, because the tree had run me sixty five dollars.
I sincerely hope some of those crickets followed Miroku home and were now happily hopping in his nice warm bed.
_-_-_-_
When I confronted him over the injustice of revoking my Christmas vacation, he scoffed. “You're young it won't kill you.”
I spat back, “I haven't seen my mom since last May and I haven't spent Christmas with her in four years.”
His cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check the caller id. “Just spend the holiday in the soup kitchen, helping the less fortunate. It'll do you good to be involved in charity work; you're only one pair of shoes away from becoming Imelda Marcos.”
I stuck my finger in his skinny chest, “That was not fair! I only own maybe twenty pairs of shoes. She owned at least three thousand pairs for Christ sakes! How could you compare me with that cow?”
“Wow!” Miroku looked up from his cell phone. His short pony tail stuck out over his collar. “I'm surprised you even know who she is.”
I stood up from the cramped office chair, “You know what, screw you!” I slammed his door behind me as I stormed out.
Miroku opened the door and peered out, “You wouldn't know I'm the one who signs your paychecks!”
_-_-_-_
So here I sit two days before Christmas in this cramped apartment trying to learn yoga from a 13 inch TV screen.
My Christmas tree, I had gone all out and purchased a live one for my Mom, was now sitting dejected and lonely left out to die on my fire escape. I had no use for it now and the mere sight of the beautiful evergreen turned my stomach. It was a damned shamed too, because the tree had run me sixty five dollars.
I sincerely hope some of those crickets followed Miroku home and were now happily hopping in his nice warm bed.
_-_-_-_
When I confronted him over the injustice of revoking my Christmas vacation, he scoffed. “You're young it won't kill you.”
I spat back, “I haven't seen my mom since last May and I haven't spent Christmas with her in four years.”
His cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check the caller id. “Just spend the holiday in the soup kitchen, helping the less fortunate. It'll do you good to be involved in charity work; you're only one pair of shoes away from becoming Imelda Marcos.”
I stuck my finger in his skinny chest, “That was not fair! I only own maybe twenty pairs of shoes. She owned at least three thousand pairs for Christ sakes! How could you compare me with that cow?”
“Wow!” Miroku looked up from his cell phone. His short pony tail stuck out over his collar. “I'm surprised you even know who she is.”
I stood up from the cramped office chair, “You know what, screw you!” I slammed his door behind me as I stormed out.
Miroku opened the door and peered out, “You wouldn't know I'm the one who signs your paychecks!”
_-_-_-_
So here I sit two days before Christmas in this cramped apartment trying to learn yoga from a 13 inch TV screen.
Imelda Marcos my ass.
I wish.
I realized I could go see a movie. Going to the movies alone was a sign of maturity and self confidence. Wasn't it?
I stood and pulled out the newspaper I'd found abandoned on a park bench outside my apartment then ran through the movie selections reading them aloud to my Siamese beta fish Sushi. He saw me approach and swam to the glass to get a better view of what I was up to. See what kind of companionship I was reduced to? The fishy kind!
But that was unfair; as fish go Sushi was pretty cool.
“Hmmm… Okay Sushi we have King Kong. Gee, I wonder how that one will end. Next!” Big monkeys just aren't my thing.
“Aeon Flux. Oh please, next!”
“Flightplan, sounds too creepy…”
“Dreamer, Sushi you know how I hate horses.” I began to pace in front of the fish bowl.
“Cheaper by the Dozen, no way!”
This wasn't good; I was running out of flicks fast. Too bad the independent movie theater was closed for Christmas.
“Hey, Memoirs of a Geisha! “ I loved that book.
“Lookie here, there's a preview tonight.” Sushi swam about his bowl excitedly and I pretended he was happy for me. Hey, with fish you have to take what you can get.
Well that settles it. I was going to dig through my `massive' collection of shoes and go to the movies, alone and brave.
Screw Miroku. He was hardly a fashion expert with that stupid stubby pony tail of his anyway.
The movie started in two hours and I was still bored. I tossed the paper onto my couch then amused myself by creating a breeze that stirred the pages of the paper.
Hell, I wasn't Mistress of the wind for nothing.
_-_-_-_
I stood in an impossibly long line for movie tickets. Memoirs of a Geisha was more popular than I'd realized and now I was getting worried.
I muttered to myself, “Watch the stupid thing sell out before I even get to the booth.”
I realized I could go see a movie. Going to the movies alone was a sign of maturity and self confidence. Wasn't it?
I stood and pulled out the newspaper I'd found abandoned on a park bench outside my apartment then ran through the movie selections reading them aloud to my Siamese beta fish Sushi. He saw me approach and swam to the glass to get a better view of what I was up to. See what kind of companionship I was reduced to? The fishy kind!
But that was unfair; as fish go Sushi was pretty cool.
“Hmmm… Okay Sushi we have King Kong. Gee, I wonder how that one will end. Next!” Big monkeys just aren't my thing.
“Aeon Flux. Oh please, next!”
“Flightplan, sounds too creepy…”
“Dreamer, Sushi you know how I hate horses.” I began to pace in front of the fish bowl.
“Cheaper by the Dozen, no way!”
This wasn't good; I was running out of flicks fast. Too bad the independent movie theater was closed for Christmas.
“Hey, Memoirs of a Geisha! “ I loved that book.
“Lookie here, there's a preview tonight.” Sushi swam about his bowl excitedly and I pretended he was happy for me. Hey, with fish you have to take what you can get.
Well that settles it. I was going to dig through my `massive' collection of shoes and go to the movies, alone and brave.
Screw Miroku. He was hardly a fashion expert with that stupid stubby pony tail of his anyway.
The movie started in two hours and I was still bored. I tossed the paper onto my couch then amused myself by creating a breeze that stirred the pages of the paper.
Hell, I wasn't Mistress of the wind for nothing.
_-_-_-_
I stood in an impossibly long line for movie tickets. Memoirs of a Geisha was more popular than I'd realized and now I was getting worried.
I muttered to myself, “Watch the stupid thing sell out before I even get to the booth.”
That would be just my luck. No Christmas and now no crummy movie either. Well there are still starving children somewhere who had it worse than that so I decided not to drown myself in a hurricane of self pity. Yet.
I rocked back and forth in my rather modest brown furry clogs that matched my brown coat and purse as I waited my turn. The smell of popcorn wafted over to me.
Oh, I love popcorn and because I was by myself with no date to impress, I was going to buy the biggest tub they had and gorge. Extra butter? Yes please!
I made it to the hallowed ticket counter and the over stressed unenthusiastic teenaged boy informed me, “Mam…”
I hate it when they call me Mam, I mean I'm not that old.
Anyway he said, “Mam, that movie is sold out.”
Damn it. I knew this would happen. I thought fast and scanned the electronic billboard. “One for Chronicles of Narnia then.” I hadn't seen that one yet.
He nodded and his short spiky gelled hair didn't move. “Just one?”
For God sakes! He was going to make me say it. “Yes just one.”
“Eight dollars then.”
I rocked back and forth in my rather modest brown furry clogs that matched my brown coat and purse as I waited my turn. The smell of popcorn wafted over to me.
Oh, I love popcorn and because I was by myself with no date to impress, I was going to buy the biggest tub they had and gorge. Extra butter? Yes please!
I made it to the hallowed ticket counter and the over stressed unenthusiastic teenaged boy informed me, “Mam…”
I hate it when they call me Mam, I mean I'm not that old.
Anyway he said, “Mam, that movie is sold out.”
Damn it. I knew this would happen. I thought fast and scanned the electronic billboard. “One for Chronicles of Narnia then.” I hadn't seen that one yet.
He nodded and his short spiky gelled hair didn't move. “Just one?”
For God sakes! He was going to make me say it. “Yes just one.”
“Eight dollars then.”
I slid the money under the glass and he presented me with a ticket. I snatched it up and bolted inside. I only had ten minutes to movie time and I was still getting popcorn.
Of course the concession stand line wasn't any shorter than the ticket line so I was stuck. Again. But it was unlikely they were going to run out of popcorn so I was cool with it.
The tall man in front of me was wearing a long coat that was made out of some kind of fluffy white fur. Hmm this was different. It'd been years since I'd seen a man in a fur coat much less one a girlish as this one.
I busied my over active imagination trying to envision what kind of man would own a coat like this. I could only see the top of his head and it was white so maybe he was really old. Perhaps the coat belonged to his deceased wife and he missed her so much he wore her old coat everywhere he went. That would be sweet, creepy but sweet.
Or what if he was using it to smuggle outside snacks into the movie, but seeing how we were standing in the concession line this seemed unlikely.
He could be an undercover agent hiding weapons under that coat searching for an Al-Qaeda operative hiding in the theater. Nahh, the coat was too ostentatious for that.
The line moved up but the theater was still so crowded I wasn't able to get a glimpse of his face. Maybe he was really a woman unfortunate enough to have broad shoulders. She might be one of those hugely tall aggressive Russian models. But that didn't explain the hair; shouldn't it be dark brown instead of white?
God this line was so long I might retire here and start receiving a social security check. But social security would be long dead by then so I might just have to live off random pieces of popcorn found on the floor. Yum.
A young girl in darling Mary Janes stepped out beside the mysterious person in the fur coat and tugged on the fluffy sleeve.
“Sesshomaru-sama can we get candy and popcorn?” She pouted her lips as she looked up to the figure who was easily twice her own short stature.
The head turned and a male voice answered, “Rin, you just had McDonalds; its popcorn or candy not both.”
Ah so there was a man under that outrageous coat. I waited for the girl to whine and cry but she didn't. Instead she smiled brightly. “Okay.”
I hate children but this little girl was so adorable; even the Grinch would have thought she was cute. She had waist length shiny brown hair, held back in plastic flower barrettes and wore an ankle length dark wool coat.
She swung around and looked me straight in the eye, in that unabashed way that only children are capable of getting away with. I smiled shyly and she narrowed her dark eyes at me before turning back to face the front of the line.
I saw her tiny hand tugging on the coat again. The man knelt down beside her and she whispered to him. Now my eyes sight stinks, hence my glasses, but my pointy ears are still top notch.
“That lady was staring at you.” She hissed behind her tiny hand.
“Rin.” Was the only answer he gave before turning his head to face me.
And damn it was the very same guy from the bookstore. And now I know why he'd bought children's books. So maybe he wasn't gay but with that coat it was still questionable.
He stood up. I shrugged, waved and waited to see what, if anything he'd say. Of course he said nothing but he didn't turn away either so I forged on ahead, “Hey, fancy meeting you here.”
“I see they let you out of that bookstore on occasion.”
Wow. Was that a joke? Who knew he was capable. “Yeah but only on the even numbered days. So you are Sesshomaru?”
He frowned but gave in, “When it suits me.”
Rin giggled at this and I asked, “So?”
“So what?” he answered my question with one of his own and hit upon one of my major pet peeves.
“Does it suit you today?”
He looked down to the tiny girl with the huge smile who was clutching his hand. “Today it does.”
I bent down to the girl's level. “What are you going to see?”
She confided in me freely, “Narnia. There's a big lion in it but Sesshomaru-sama say's he's friendly.”
“Ah, he's right. The lion is a good guy. And guess what?”
“What?”
“I think there is a unicorn in the movie too.”
Rin's eyes widened and now I know where the expression `eyes as wide as saucers' comes from. “Really?”
Sesshomaru said, “Yes Rin, really.”
The girl decided if I was an ogre than I must be a friendly one and ventured, “I'm Rin!”
“Hello Rin.” She stuck out her small hand and I shook it.
Her human eyes squinted at my ears. “Are you a yokai?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind?” She pressed.
Sesshomaru admonished, “Rin!”
I laughed because it was highly amusing and I love talking about myself. Don't judge me for being honest, most people love talking about themselves; they just don't like to admit it. I answered with a flourish, “I am Kagura mistress of the wind, at your service Ms. Rin.”
I willed a small gust of wind to whip around her head and shoulders lifting her hair up into the air. Rin gasped in surprise and delight.
Sesshomaru commented dryly, “A wind yokai, I should have known.”
We wind demons have a reputation for being free spirits; we love a good joke, good books, traveling, and the arts. We don't usually hold steady jobs and we never remember to vote as opposed to Sesshomaru who doesn't look like he's missed a day at the polls yet.
Some consider us to be frivolous; Miroku was certainly one of those. But then he was probably still at home searching for any hitchhiking crickets. That was one of my weaker efforts but still pleasing none the less.
I whispered a conspiratorial question into Rin's ear, “So what kind of yokai is his lordly-ness over there?”
She smiled as he frowned trying to hear our words, “He's the great yokai of the Inu family.”
Ah, dog yokai. That made sense. After all God spelled backwards is dog.
I knew better to ask the girl if he was her father. She was so human she reeked of it. No yokai blood there. Though it was odd such a powerful taiyokai would cater to a human girl. But his title did explain that coat he was wearing. It was probably a sign of his rank.
“Hello Rin.” She stuck out her small hand and I shook it.
Her human eyes squinted at my ears. “Are you a yokai?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind?” She pressed.
Sesshomaru admonished, “Rin!”
I laughed because it was highly amusing and I love talking about myself. Don't judge me for being honest, most people love talking about themselves; they just don't like to admit it. I answered with a flourish, “I am Kagura mistress of the wind, at your service Ms. Rin.”
I willed a small gust of wind to whip around her head and shoulders lifting her hair up into the air. Rin gasped in surprise and delight.
Sesshomaru commented dryly, “A wind yokai, I should have known.”
We wind demons have a reputation for being free spirits; we love a good joke, good books, traveling, and the arts. We don't usually hold steady jobs and we never remember to vote as opposed to Sesshomaru who doesn't look like he's missed a day at the polls yet.
Some consider us to be frivolous; Miroku was certainly one of those. But then he was probably still at home searching for any hitchhiking crickets. That was one of my weaker efforts but still pleasing none the less.
I whispered a conspiratorial question into Rin's ear, “So what kind of yokai is his lordly-ness over there?”
She smiled as he frowned trying to hear our words, “He's the great yokai of the Inu family.”
Ah, dog yokai. That made sense. After all God spelled backwards is dog.
I knew better to ask the girl if he was her father. She was so human she reeked of it. No yokai blood there. Though it was odd such a powerful taiyokai would cater to a human girl. But his title did explain that coat he was wearing. It was probably a sign of his rank.
I wondered what kind of dog he turned into. What ever kind it was, I'm sure it was big and fluffy. I was going to have to Google dog breeds once I got back home.
I just bet he's some kind of giant poodle.
Finally it was our turn at the popcorn counter and I watched as Sesshomaru ordered the kiddie combo with a medium popcorn and two drinks. Rin whittled out of me that we were going to see the same movie, and then she ran to Sesshomaru.
I stepped up to the popcorn counter; before I could order Sesshomaru barked at me, “Rin has asked that you sit with us.” Then he thrust the popcorn and a coke at me.
So, it appeared that whatever Rin wanted, with the exception of candy, popcorn and MacDonald's she got it. I wondered what exactly Sesshomaru wanted and if he was as indulgent with himself as he was the girl. That led to an interesting series of R rated thoughts. Now that I knew he was royalty so to speak, I understood why he dressed like he just walked off the set of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and his sexuality was no longer in question. Much.
I just bet he's some kind of giant poodle.
Finally it was our turn at the popcorn counter and I watched as Sesshomaru ordered the kiddie combo with a medium popcorn and two drinks. Rin whittled out of me that we were going to see the same movie, and then she ran to Sesshomaru.
I stepped up to the popcorn counter; before I could order Sesshomaru barked at me, “Rin has asked that you sit with us.” Then he thrust the popcorn and a coke at me.
So, it appeared that whatever Rin wanted, with the exception of candy, popcorn and MacDonald's she got it. I wondered what exactly Sesshomaru wanted and if he was as indulgent with himself as he was the girl. That led to an interesting series of R rated thoughts. Now that I knew he was royalty so to speak, I understood why he dressed like he just walked off the set of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and his sexuality was no longer in question. Much.
And with an invitation like that how can I resist. “Okay, then.”
I accepted the popcorn and followed them into a theater so crowded we were packed like sardines into our seats.
Rin insisted I sit between her and the huffy Sesshomaru. I was beginning to wonder if I was mistaken about her. Perhaps she wasn't human at all but an imp.
I was humming during the horrible commercials waiting for the previews, trying not to get caught staring at Sesshomaru.
Rin heard me and asked, “What song is that?”
“It's the Bumble Bee Tuna Song.”
“I don't know that one, how does it go?”
Umm, it was a funny song by a SKA band that was famous for being dark and kinda evil. They were the exact kind of people the Harry Potter haters feared their kids would turn into. But the song was innocent enough so I softly sang the chorus for her.
“Yum! Yum! Bumble, Bumblebee Tuna
I Love Bumblebee, Bumblebee Tuna
Yum! Yum! Bumble, Bumblebee Tuna
I love a sandwich made with Bumblebee”
And Rin loved it. Sesshomaru leaned over and some of that glorious silver hair spilled over and brushed against my bare hand. He spoke softly, “Thanks. Now I will be hearing that day and night.”
“Well,” I offered, “I can burn you a copy of the song if you like.”
He answered quickly, “That won't be necessary.”
But it was too late because Rin had heard my offer. “Oh please Sesshomaru-sama. Please….”
“Okay.” He grumbled, the asked, “Just tell me who sings it and I'll buy her the album.”
I bit my lip, “They're a punk SKA devil band, trust me you don't want the album.”
He pulled his long hair free from the collar of his white shirt. “You would listen to a band like that.”
I protested, “Hey just the Bumble Bee Tuna song! It's famous don't cha know?”
Sesshomaru grumbled, “No apparently I don't. I'll be by the bookstore in the next couple of days for the CD then. Presuming you still have a job there that is.”
“You're welcome.” I added in a perky tone. Miroku wouldn't fire me. I was a business genius and knew all his numbers better than he did, that was how I got away with half the crap I pulled. The big question is why I hadn't quit?
The commercial for the US army recruiters came on and we watched as attractive men in uniform scaled a large stone mountain with their bare hands. I was forced to wonder how mad Sesshomaru would be if the local recruiter somehow got the idea he wanted to join and needed more information in the form of many early morning phone calls.
See what I mean about being a wind yokai?
It's a curse. Sometimes I can be just as bad as a kitsune except I'm way too cynical for that and prefer carrying a tiny stylish pocket book, much too small to carry all those fox gags. I also possess a dark side that likes to rear it's ugly head on occasion or once a week which ever comes first. Some days it's a struggle not to give in to the shadows that walk in my head.
As if he could read my errant thoughts Sesshomaru whispered into my ear, “Whatever nonsense you are plotting against me over there, you can forget it.”
How in the hell did he know what I was up to? I shot back, “I'll have you know, I'm doing no such thing.”
He hissed, “Liar.” His breath was warm against my ear and left a pleasant tingle. Oh please, please, please don't be gay.
“How did you know?” At this point I saw no reason in continuing the lie.
“Your eyes are glowing.”
“So?”
He leaned even closer to me and his elbow bumped mine. After that happy contact I was more interested in elbow rubbing than talking but still I waited to hear his explanation. “They were glowing when you told me about the crickets and again when you mentioned the roaches. Try as hard as you might, I am now immune to your petty games.”
Oh now that was a challenge. Petty though they may be, no one was immune to my games. I am an expert. “Oh really?”
His answer was curt, “Yes really.”
Well, well, my beautiful metro-sexual, yokai prince, we shall see about that, now won't we. I leaned back in my seat as the previews began in earnest.
_-_-_
I accepted the popcorn and followed them into a theater so crowded we were packed like sardines into our seats.
Rin insisted I sit between her and the huffy Sesshomaru. I was beginning to wonder if I was mistaken about her. Perhaps she wasn't human at all but an imp.
I was humming during the horrible commercials waiting for the previews, trying not to get caught staring at Sesshomaru.
Rin heard me and asked, “What song is that?”
“It's the Bumble Bee Tuna Song.”
“I don't know that one, how does it go?”
Umm, it was a funny song by a SKA band that was famous for being dark and kinda evil. They were the exact kind of people the Harry Potter haters feared their kids would turn into. But the song was innocent enough so I softly sang the chorus for her.
“Yum! Yum! Bumble, Bumblebee Tuna
I Love Bumblebee, Bumblebee Tuna
Yum! Yum! Bumble, Bumblebee Tuna
I love a sandwich made with Bumblebee”
And Rin loved it. Sesshomaru leaned over and some of that glorious silver hair spilled over and brushed against my bare hand. He spoke softly, “Thanks. Now I will be hearing that day and night.”
“Well,” I offered, “I can burn you a copy of the song if you like.”
He answered quickly, “That won't be necessary.”
But it was too late because Rin had heard my offer. “Oh please Sesshomaru-sama. Please….”
“Okay.” He grumbled, the asked, “Just tell me who sings it and I'll buy her the album.”
I bit my lip, “They're a punk SKA devil band, trust me you don't want the album.”
He pulled his long hair free from the collar of his white shirt. “You would listen to a band like that.”
I protested, “Hey just the Bumble Bee Tuna song! It's famous don't cha know?”
Sesshomaru grumbled, “No apparently I don't. I'll be by the bookstore in the next couple of days for the CD then. Presuming you still have a job there that is.”
“You're welcome.” I added in a perky tone. Miroku wouldn't fire me. I was a business genius and knew all his numbers better than he did, that was how I got away with half the crap I pulled. The big question is why I hadn't quit?
The commercial for the US army recruiters came on and we watched as attractive men in uniform scaled a large stone mountain with their bare hands. I was forced to wonder how mad Sesshomaru would be if the local recruiter somehow got the idea he wanted to join and needed more information in the form of many early morning phone calls.
See what I mean about being a wind yokai?
It's a curse. Sometimes I can be just as bad as a kitsune except I'm way too cynical for that and prefer carrying a tiny stylish pocket book, much too small to carry all those fox gags. I also possess a dark side that likes to rear it's ugly head on occasion or once a week which ever comes first. Some days it's a struggle not to give in to the shadows that walk in my head.
As if he could read my errant thoughts Sesshomaru whispered into my ear, “Whatever nonsense you are plotting against me over there, you can forget it.”
How in the hell did he know what I was up to? I shot back, “I'll have you know, I'm doing no such thing.”
He hissed, “Liar.” His breath was warm against my ear and left a pleasant tingle. Oh please, please, please don't be gay.
“How did you know?” At this point I saw no reason in continuing the lie.
“Your eyes are glowing.”
“So?”
He leaned even closer to me and his elbow bumped mine. After that happy contact I was more interested in elbow rubbing than talking but still I waited to hear his explanation. “They were glowing when you told me about the crickets and again when you mentioned the roaches. Try as hard as you might, I am now immune to your petty games.”
Oh now that was a challenge. Petty though they may be, no one was immune to my games. I am an expert. “Oh really?”
His answer was curt, “Yes really.”
Well, well, my beautiful metro-sexual, yokai prince, we shall see about that, now won't we. I leaned back in my seat as the previews began in earnest.
_-_-_
Notes:
Merry Christmas! Isabel's card and photo are still up on my website. Go to Hedgehogmadhatter dot com and click on the Christmas card link!
Imelda Marcos is the former first lady of the Philippines from 1965-1986, the regime was toppled and her huge collection of shoes and jewels was used as an example of how well the Marcos family lived while their country starved.
The Bumble Bee Tuna song is very obscure but they play it on the college radio station here all the time and I love it. I am afraid to find out more about the band in case the rumors are true.