InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

“If you find somebody to love you, you can’t let that get away”*


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Do you have any bug spray, Sango?" Kagome asked, as she slapped Miroku's wayward hand for what must have been the hundredth time.

Sango, who had been busy in her closet, waded through the pile of outgrown clothing she had thrown out onto her bedroom floor and whacked the back of Miroku's head. "He is like a pesky fly, isn't he?"

"More like a mosquito. His pinches hurt!" Kagome rubbed her thigh, sure there would be a bruise.

"Who could blame a man for lacking restraint when tempted by such an abundance of feminine beauty?" Miroku batted his eyelashes at the girls.

"Sesshomaru Taisho is the first name that comes to mind." Sango folded her arms across her chest. "You know, the guy with the poison fangs and claws?" Her rant was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone going off. "Speak of the devil."

"My house. No, we haven't seen InuYasha. Finding some clothes for Kagome to wear. No. Will do, but don't you think you are being a little paranoid? Sesshomaru? Sesshomaru?" She stared at her phone for a moment before she flipped it shut and dove back into closet. After a little mild cursing, and quite a bit of thrashing around, she emerged carrying a huge canvas knapsack. She began cramming the pile of clothes into the faded, musty-smelling bag. She threw a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt with a built-in shelf bra, and a pair of bright pink bikini panties on the bed, "You can change out of that school uniform in the bathroom..." She saw that the panties had made their way into Miroku's hands. She snatched them away from him and handed them to Kagome. "Sesshomaru wants us to go to the temple and wait for either him or his mother to show up."

"Didn't he even want to speak to me?" Kagome asked.

Sango looked at the younger girl. "You attract the attention of some pretty strange men. Naraku, Kouga, InuYasha. My creepy little brother. But I'll say this for you, you picked out the cream of the crop."

Miroku took pity on their younger friend. "Sesshomaru is just goal oriented. Once the dust settles, Kagome will have plenty of time to teach him to be romantic."

Sango snorted.

A few minutes later, Kagome stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in Sango's old clothes. Sango heard a whimper and turned to see Miroku staring at Kagome, a glazed look in his eyes. "Down, boy." She snapped, her voice like an icicle. Though she worked out like a gorilla, Sango's hips were already spreading, while Kagome, a couch potato who spent most of her time sitting around a shrine with her nose in a book had developed a shape that would make Jessica Rabbit turn green with envy.

They decided to leave InuYasha's SUV in the driveway, and set out for the temple on foot. By the time they left Sango's house, the sun was going down, painting the slopes of the Santa Ynez Mountains in golden light. Kagome shrugged her shoulders to settle the knapsack into place, surprised at how natural it felt on her back.

The little valley town's population was divided pretty evenly between humans of European, Japanese, and Latino descent. The Japanese families tended to build their houses in the shadow of the Buddhist temple. Descended from agricultural laborers, and mostly agricultural laborers themselves, they lived in modest one-story houses, constructed of white-painted stucco with red tile roofs. It was supper time, and no traffic moved on the flat, dusty street. It was not long before the temple came into sight. Miroku led the girls through an iron gate, almost hidden by a bougainvillea rampant with papery fuschia blooms.

Miroku's parents had died when he was very young, and he had been raised with a handful of other orphans by the monks on the grounds of the temple. He was the eldest of the children, and because of his lecherous tendencies, it was decided as he grew older that it would be best to allow him to live by himself in the old stable, vacant since the monastery's last horse had passed away some time in the 1970s. Over time, he had converted the stable into a fairly well-equipped bachelor pad. The resourceful boy had managed to wire the stable up so he could watch all the channels on cable, even the premium channels and porn. He had internet access for his laptop, courtesy of a neighbor with an unprotected router. There was even a little refrigerator and a microwave, though InuYasha used that more than Miroku. When you popped the door open, it smelled strongly of spilled ramen, InuYasha's favorite food. Miroku himself almost always managed to score a home-cooked meal, prepared by one of the many kind, middle-aged women who had taken him under their wings. When all else failed, he ate at Sango's, though her cooking skills were not the best.

The girls piled onto Miroku's beat-up couch. "Would you care for some wine, ladies?" Miroku asked in a smarmy voice. Miroku always had wine available. He got it free as an added perk for working in a local winery during the bottling season.

"Miroku, have you overlooked the fact that Kagome might very well be pregnant?" Sango hissed. "Don't you have anything non-alcoholic?"

Miroku rummaged around in the refrigerator, and came out with three curvaceous glass bottles, which beaded with dew when they came into contact with the warm air. Though most of his guests guzzled wine, he kept the little green glass bottles of Coke around, even though they cost hard cash, just to see Kagome smile. "How about a movie and some popcorn, then?"

Miroku sat between the two girls. "The Wedding Singer" was just starting, and ten minutes into the movie they were laughing like a pack of hyenas. "Jak! It's Jak!" Kagome screamed, pointing at the television screen. "And Miroku is just like Sammy." Kagome decided.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Except Miroku is even more of a player." Sango amended.

Miroku thought that Kagome was exactly like Julia, and InuYasha was channeling Glenn. But he kept that to himself.

"Sesshomaru is just like Robbie."

Sango looked at Miroku, who was looking at Kagome. "I've heard love is blind, but..."

"Come on Sango, can't you picture Sesshomaru giving that sweet old lady music lessons, and taking meatballs as payment?" Miroku asked, trying to appear serious.

In her mind, Sango substituted Sesshomaru for Adam Sandler in the scene where the old lady, Rosie, tells him “I didn’t mean about the wedding, I mean about the wedding night. Will this be your first time with intercourse? Well, don’t be ashamed. You know, when I got married, I wasn’t a virgin. I had already had intercourse with eight men.” She snorted and Coke came shooting out of her nose. "Oh, Hell no!"

Miroku was so well-behaved throughout the course of the movie that Sango let him pick the one they would watch next. “Have either of you ladies watched “Boogie Nights”?



*This author does not own ”The Wedding Singer” or “Inuyasha”