InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inuyasha Diaries ❯ Chapter 1
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By: wbk 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 788 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 788 | Status: Work In Progress
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DAY 1
So, she thought he had an anger management problem, huh? Just because he’d knocked the kitsune around a few times today. O.K., so maybe he’d had a run in with the monk, too. Not to mention his bastard brother had shown up.
But what had brought it all to a head was when the stupid squirrel had tried to make him leave his place in the tree. After all, it was the perfect place to rest and keep watch over his pack. He couldn’t help it if the squirrel had a nest there. The tree rat could damn well move for the night.
Who knew those things could make so much noise? How could something so small think it could take him on? He’d only had to chase it for a half an hour. He couldn’t help it if it woke everyone up. He’d only been doing it to keep them safe, after all.
Keh!
Now she wanted him to write in this gods damned journal everyday. Like that would change the way he felt about anything. It was because of something she had learned in her sy-kol-o-gee class, in that school of her’s. He knew letting her go there had been a mistake. Now he was the one who had to pay the price.
It wasn’t like he didn’t already have enough to do. He’d like to see how grumpy she was if she had to stay up half the night to make sure he was safe.
But she was his Kagome. It was his job to protect her, and he took his job seriously. That was what had been the cause of all the problems in the first place.
He knew she was tired, but the damn kit wouldn’t let her be. Shipou had even made Kagome carry him when they were walking. When he’d taken the kit from her, Shipou had made such a fuss that he’d given him a smack on the head. It wasn’t even that hard. Only a small lump, after all. Then she’d had the nerve to sit him.
Keh!
She should have known he’d had good reason to knock the monk out. Everyone knew about the monk. Miroku’s hands had inspired legends, after all. When he’d seen the monk getting too close to her, he naturally had to do something, didn’t he? He did have to admit, the monk’s lump was a lot bigger than Shippou’s. But it still didn’t mean she had to sit him again, did it?
Keh!
And just why the hell should she be mad about him getting upset about Sesshomarou? His bastard brother was almost as big a threat to his pack as Naraku. What the hell was he supposed to do when the youkai’s scent made it’s way to his sensitive nose? Ignore it? Yeah, right! He’d do that when hell froze over. So what if he’d had to spend half the day tracking the guy down, only to have to give up when he realized his brother had taken to the air on that ridiculous two headed dragon of his. Someday he’d catch up with Sesshomarou again, and then the fur would really fly. All to protect his pact, right? So why did she sit him for it?
Keh!
It wasn’t his fault that everyone was so on edge by the time they made camp that they couldn’t even talk civilly. All he could hear were growls, and monosyllabic commands coming from his pack. So why did they always think he was the grumpy one.
He’d even been nice enough to catch dinner for them. But that wasn’t enough. Oh, no. They still wouldn’t talk, which was strange, because he could swear he’d heard them talking to each other the whole time he’d been out hunting. But who could ever figure out humans? Certainly not him. Not that he’d ever want to, anyway.
When everyone finally decided a good night’s sleep might help put things right, and had settled down to rest, he went about his job of making sure they were all safe. He really couldn’t help it if it had made enough noise to wake them when the stupid snake youkai had tripped him, could he. So maybe the windscar had been a bit of overkill, but at least he’d kept it from attacking them, hadn’t he? So why had she said that word, without even getting out of her sleeping bag?
Keh!
Even after all that, he still had his duty, didn’t he? He’d even found the perfect spot to keep an eye on his pack. It wasn’t always easy to find the right branch. This one was just high enough to be able to see any danger coming, but still close enough to make sure they were all safe in their sleep. It wasn’t his fault it happened to be so close to the damn squirrel’s nest.
He’d finally made himself comfortable, and started scanning the area, when the rodent started that damned chattering. He’d tried to shoo it away as nicely as he could, but, apparently, squirrels don’t take kindly to a knock on the head. How was he supposed to know?
At first, he wasn’t even the one making all the noise. He really tried to be considerate, after all. The stupid squirrel didn’t have the same concerns, though. The damn thing was making a hell of a racket, jumping from branch to branch, screaming in it’s clattery little voice that hurt his sensitive ears. How the hell did they expect him to just take it? Especially when the damn thing tried to bite him?
He thought he’d used all the restraint that anyone could expect. But, damn it, now it was personal. He’d leapt from branch to branch trying to get the little thing. After all, if it had the nerve to try and bite him, what would it try to do to his friends if he let it get away?
Who knew squirrels could be so fast? He’d never seen one he couldn’t catch, before. And who knew a little noise would wake everyone? After all, they only had weak human hearing, didn’t they? He thought the kit might hear it, but so what. A good knock on the head, and the brat would be out again for the night.
With a snarl on his lips, and a sneer on his face, he had finally caught the enemy, only to hear that word again.
Keh!
Who knew being sat from that high in the tree would hurt so much? Even Sango had to admire the depth of the crater it made. And on top of that, he’d lost his grip on the squirrel on the way down. It had sat just out of his reach, doing that maddening chattering. He could even swear it was laughing at him.
So why did they all think he was the one with the problem?
But the only way to make her shut up had been for him to agree to write in the damn journal. And Kagome said she was going to read it, just to make sure he kept his word. Like he would ever lie to her.
So, with a sharpened pencil and a fresh notebook, he re-claimed his branch and started writing. When he was finished, he re-read his entry, and decided this might not be as hard as he had thought it would be.
He couldn’t see why kagome was so mad when she had read it. He looked it over again with a self-satisfied smirk. He thought it was a work of poetic art. What he saw was:
Day one:
I protected my pack from all dangers.
As a reward for my selfless acts, I got SAT five times.
Who can understand humans?
Keh!
DAY 1
So, she thought he had an anger management problem, huh? Just because he’d knocked the kitsune around a few times today. O.K., so maybe he’d had a run in with the monk, too. Not to mention his bastard brother had shown up.
But what had brought it all to a head was when the stupid squirrel had tried to make him leave his place in the tree. After all, it was the perfect place to rest and keep watch over his pack. He couldn’t help it if the squirrel had a nest there. The tree rat could damn well move for the night.
Who knew those things could make so much noise? How could something so small think it could take him on? He’d only had to chase it for a half an hour. He couldn’t help it if it woke everyone up. He’d only been doing it to keep them safe, after all.
Keh!
Now she wanted him to write in this gods damned journal everyday. Like that would change the way he felt about anything. It was because of something she had learned in her sy-kol-o-gee class, in that school of her’s. He knew letting her go there had been a mistake. Now he was the one who had to pay the price.
It wasn’t like he didn’t already have enough to do. He’d like to see how grumpy she was if she had to stay up half the night to make sure he was safe.
But she was his Kagome. It was his job to protect her, and he took his job seriously. That was what had been the cause of all the problems in the first place.
He knew she was tired, but the damn kit wouldn’t let her be. Shipou had even made Kagome carry him when they were walking. When he’d taken the kit from her, Shipou had made such a fuss that he’d given him a smack on the head. It wasn’t even that hard. Only a small lump, after all. Then she’d had the nerve to sit him.
Keh!
She should have known he’d had good reason to knock the monk out. Everyone knew about the monk. Miroku’s hands had inspired legends, after all. When he’d seen the monk getting too close to her, he naturally had to do something, didn’t he? He did have to admit, the monk’s lump was a lot bigger than Shippou’s. But it still didn’t mean she had to sit him again, did it?
Keh!
And just why the hell should she be mad about him getting upset about Sesshomarou? His bastard brother was almost as big a threat to his pack as Naraku. What the hell was he supposed to do when the youkai’s scent made it’s way to his sensitive nose? Ignore it? Yeah, right! He’d do that when hell froze over. So what if he’d had to spend half the day tracking the guy down, only to have to give up when he realized his brother had taken to the air on that ridiculous two headed dragon of his. Someday he’d catch up with Sesshomarou again, and then the fur would really fly. All to protect his pact, right? So why did she sit him for it?
Keh!
It wasn’t his fault that everyone was so on edge by the time they made camp that they couldn’t even talk civilly. All he could hear were growls, and monosyllabic commands coming from his pack. So why did they always think he was the grumpy one.
He’d even been nice enough to catch dinner for them. But that wasn’t enough. Oh, no. They still wouldn’t talk, which was strange, because he could swear he’d heard them talking to each other the whole time he’d been out hunting. But who could ever figure out humans? Certainly not him. Not that he’d ever want to, anyway.
When everyone finally decided a good night’s sleep might help put things right, and had settled down to rest, he went about his job of making sure they were all safe. He really couldn’t help it if it had made enough noise to wake them when the stupid snake youkai had tripped him, could he. So maybe the windscar had been a bit of overkill, but at least he’d kept it from attacking them, hadn’t he? So why had she said that word, without even getting out of her sleeping bag?
Keh!
Even after all that, he still had his duty, didn’t he? He’d even found the perfect spot to keep an eye on his pack. It wasn’t always easy to find the right branch. This one was just high enough to be able to see any danger coming, but still close enough to make sure they were all safe in their sleep. It wasn’t his fault it happened to be so close to the damn squirrel’s nest.
He’d finally made himself comfortable, and started scanning the area, when the rodent started that damned chattering. He’d tried to shoo it away as nicely as he could, but, apparently, squirrels don’t take kindly to a knock on the head. How was he supposed to know?
At first, he wasn’t even the one making all the noise. He really tried to be considerate, after all. The stupid squirrel didn’t have the same concerns, though. The damn thing was making a hell of a racket, jumping from branch to branch, screaming in it’s clattery little voice that hurt his sensitive ears. How the hell did they expect him to just take it? Especially when the damn thing tried to bite him?
He thought he’d used all the restraint that anyone could expect. But, damn it, now it was personal. He’d leapt from branch to branch trying to get the little thing. After all, if it had the nerve to try and bite him, what would it try to do to his friends if he let it get away?
Who knew squirrels could be so fast? He’d never seen one he couldn’t catch, before. And who knew a little noise would wake everyone? After all, they only had weak human hearing, didn’t they? He thought the kit might hear it, but so what. A good knock on the head, and the brat would be out again for the night.
With a snarl on his lips, and a sneer on his face, he had finally caught the enemy, only to hear that word again.
Keh!
Who knew being sat from that high in the tree would hurt so much? Even Sango had to admire the depth of the crater it made. And on top of that, he’d lost his grip on the squirrel on the way down. It had sat just out of his reach, doing that maddening chattering. He could even swear it was laughing at him.
So why did they all think he was the one with the problem?
But the only way to make her shut up had been for him to agree to write in the damn journal. And Kagome said she was going to read it, just to make sure he kept his word. Like he would ever lie to her.
So, with a sharpened pencil and a fresh notebook, he re-claimed his branch and started writing. When he was finished, he re-read his entry, and decided this might not be as hard as he had thought it would be.
He couldn’t see why kagome was so mad when she had read it. He looked it over again with a self-satisfied smirk. He thought it was a work of poetic art. What he saw was:
Day one:
I protected my pack from all dangers.
As a reward for my selfless acts, I got SAT five times.
Who can understand humans?
Keh!