InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Making the Most of Our Lives ❯ Chapter 5

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Making the Most of Our Lives: Chapter Five

Disclaimer: You all know I don't own Inuyasha. You don't own Inuyasha either, unless you happen to be Rumiko Takahashi. Which I highly doubt.

“Urggh.” Kagome rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. An equally groggy Sango stood at her bedside, sighing in frustration. Carefully, with skill that could only be attained through frequent repetition, she ripped the comforter away from the sleeping girl. Drowsy sapphire eyes snapped open and glared at the chocolate-eyed girl.
“Get up Kags. Mom dropped off breakfast. Oh yeah, it’s,” she looked at Kagome’s dented alarm clock, “10:08.” Azure eyes closed again and the girl got up slowly. Sango left to go brush her teeth and Kagome did the same. Changing into sports bras and spankies, [A/N: This outfit is dedicated to baby’s daddy, Kyle. **He’s not really my baby’s daddy; inside joke. Sorry for the interruption, now on with the story!] and donning their matching robes, they descended the stairs into their kitchen. Two bowls of miso and rice sat waiting for them in the microwave.
“Are you sure mom made this?” Kagome eyed Sango suspiciously.
“Yeah, why?”
“I hope this isn’t another one of your tricks to get me to eat your cooking!”
“What?! I swear, it’s not!” Sango huffed. Kagome took a bowl and took a cautious bite.
“Mm. Nope, definitely mom’s cooking.”
“Well, duh.” They ate in silence for a few moments. “Hey! What’s wrong with my cooking?!”
Once breakfast had been eaten and the dishes done, the girls threw their robes off and left the house through the back door, entering the West Wing’s private courtyard. They ventured beyond the courtyard to the one-room hut nestled at the fringe of the forest that surrounded the property.
When they arrived at their destination, they paused at the heavy wood doors. Sango ran a hand over the kanji that was engraved into both doors, before pushing them open. ‘Dojo.’ They opened the windows to let in air and light, then sat down on the tatami mat-covered floors and began to stretch. After loosening up, they got up and went to the wall that was parallel to the one covered in windows. This wall held weapons of every kind; swords, varying blades, clubs, staffs, and other such artillery. Both girls selected a katana each.
“Ready to train?”
“Mmhm.” The women circled each other carefully, then took their stances; Kagome on the defensive, while Sango stood poised and ready to attack. As expected, Sango struck first. Kagome blocked and moved to attack-- they this for a long while, attacking and counter-attacking until they were sweaty and out of breath.
And then, Sango leapt and brought her blade down heavily on Kagome. But the blue-eyed girl blocked it by crouching and bringing up her own blade to hold Sango’s up. A calm smile on her face, she slid from under the girl, taking her sword with her and creating a metallic screech. The brown-eyed girl, caught off guard, promptly fell to the ground. She whirled around, but was too late. Kagome stood over her, her blade pointed at Sango’s throat. Sango sighed.
“All right, you beat me.” Kagome grinned. “This time,” Sango muttered under her breath. Kagome chose to ignore the comment and offered her sister a hand.
“C’mon, we both need a shower.”
“Agreed.”
Kagome stepped out of her room, refreshed and clean. And dressed in miko garb. Sango took in her sister’s appearance carefully, for it was not usual for Kagome wear all the parts of miko attire. Her hair was pulled back and tied in the traditional miko style, her body dressed in a stark white haori threaded with red cord and a blood red hakama. ‘She really does look like an old feudal ear miko.’
“You gonna meditate?”
“Mmhm, Kaede and Jii-chan would be disappointed if I didn’t meditate at least once a week,” Kagome replied, referring to their grandfather and Kagome’s mentor. Sango nodded.
“I’ll do some yoga while you’re at it.”
“Alright.”
Out in the courtyard, Kagome sat herself upon the huge rock in the middle of the herb garden. Folding her legs beneath herself and arranging her hands together in the traditional miko way, she closed her eyes and began to meditate. Sango spread out a mat near by and began to do her yoga. About a half an hour or so later, Sango felt a sudden release of miko power, and boy was it powerful. Opening her eyes, she watched her sister. ‘She’s...Oh my...She’s glowing! Has she...?’ The brown-eyed girl watched in awe as her sister’s body continued to glow a soft white light. The light fluctuated, its intensity changing unstably. Finally, maybe fifteen minutes or so later, the light receded back into Kagome’s body. Her hands dropped and her eyes opened slowly. She took in her surroundings, blinking several times, as though startled. Her eyes came to rest upon Sango. For a moment, she just stared, and then emitted a strangled cry and leapt at her sister. The two embraced.
“Sango, I’ve finally done it,” Kagome said softly, “I’ve made peace with my miko, become one...” Tears of joy began to course down her cheeks and onto Sango’s as well.
“I’m so proud of you Kags,” Sango whispered, her tears joining Kagome’s. They stood there in each other’s embrace, tears from both running down each other’s cheeks.
“So...We're not gonna merge with Takahashi Corp?”
“Right.”
“But we're joining together.”
“Yep.”
“Isn’t that merging?”
“Nope.” A minute ticked by.
“Explain.”
“It’s just a partnership, Sango. We want to join with them, but still remain individual companies. If we join, we’ll both be at the top and we can easily eliminate any rival companies.”
“Yeah, but it sounds like a merger, just without the merging.”
“Sango, you baka.”
“But you love this baka.”
“Yeah. I do.” The girls grinned and began to collect and put away the papers scattered before them. Kagome closed her cerulean eyes and rested her head on the table.
“Okay, so we’ve trained, meditated, cleaned, did our laundry, played PS3 with the twerps, set up Rin’s room, and reviewed for the meeting with Takahashi Corp on Monday. Anything else?”
“Hmm. Eat dinner?” As if on cue, the girls’ stomachs began to growl. “Ehehe. Sushi?” Sango suggested.
“Okay! Let’s get dressed!”
A half an hour later, both Kagome and Sango emerged from the front door of the Western Wing; Kagome wearing her favorite pair of Vigoss jeans and a pretty crimson bell-sleeve blouse, and comfortable open-toe red heels. Sango was clad in faded Bongo jeans and a skintight white long sleeve blouse with the white versions of Kagome’s heels. [A/N: omg, you gotta see these heels! I have them in red, had to wear them to a party, and they are so awesome! Comfortable and pretty!]
“You wanna take my white jaguar? Or your black one?” Sango turned back to Kagome and watched as she mulled it over.
“Mind if we take mine? I gotta fill the tank again.”
“No problem, Kags.” The blue-eyed girl smiled and got in her car as Sango hopped into the driver’s seat.
“Oh by the way, did you call mom them?”
“Yeah, they said no thanks. Nobody felt like sushi.”
“What about Rin?”
“She wants to spend time with the twerps.”
“Oh well, their loss.” The jaguar roared to life and they took off into the approaching night.
“How many should we buy, Yash?” Inuyasha tore his eyes from the six pack of Nitro boosters to Miroku’s violets eyes. He looked back at the box.
“Seventy-five.” Miroku raised a brow.
“Seventy-five?”
“We need to stock up our new garage, right?” Miroku softened a bit.
“You’re right, boss.” The violet eyed man turned to the girl standing next to them. “We’ll take seventy-five of these along with our earlier selections.” The girl nodded and spoke into her walkie-talkie. A big, burly man came out and took the girl’s orders.
“Will that be all for you two?” Inuyasha nodded. “If you’ll come this way, I’ll ring up the total cost and you can pay.” Inuyasha handed his credit card to Miroku.
“Go pay. I’m gonna go look around.” Miroku nodded and followed the girl. Inuyasha wandered around until he found himself at the front of the store, looking at car wax. ‘What’s up with Miroku? That chick was totally hot and practically flirting with him. But he didn’t do a single thing. Oh well, maybe its better this way.’ He scanned the bottles. Looking up when he couldn’t find the brand he liked, he happened to glance out the window and see a black jaguar pass. ‘Was that? I think it was...was it? That looked like Kagome.’
Kagome and Sango stepped out of the jaguar, wind blowing their hair. Kagome was fuming, rage burning brightly in her cerulean depths.
“That damned car was parked in my spot! My spot! Where I always park!!” Sango grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Calm down Kags! You can’t always park in the same spot!” Kagome sighed and Sango let go as they headed towards the mall. Kagome stopped to look at the car that had stolen her parking slot. Red mustang, black leather interior, all the perks included. She began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. It’s just that this is probably the kind of car Inuyasha would drive when he’s not racing.” Sango tapped her chin.
“You know, I think you’re right.”
Inuyasha lounged against the wall, watching as the burly dude piled box after box after box before him. Miroku came back, his card and receipt in hand.
“You want me to get the car.”
“Keh. Like I’m gonna let you drive my car.” Miroku’s hands rose defensively.
“Ah, it was worth a try.” The Hanyou chuckled before exiting the store and and strolling down the sidewalk to the parking lot. He passed a Ninja Sushi and glanced inside. [A/N: Couldn’t think of another place.. Well, at least that’s where Gabby works.] What he saw made him do a mental victory dance. ‘Ha! I knew I saw her! I’m not just imaging her!’ Smirking, he continued on his way. ‘I should just keep to myself, Miroku’s waiting for me anyway.’ Sliding into his red mustang, he didn’t fail to notice a black jaguar a few spaces down. ‘Definitely Kagome’s.’
“Mm.” Sango closed her eyes, relishing her Unage Nigiri sushi. She opned her eyes to see Kagome staring at her, eyebrow arched.
“Right. I’m just going to pretend I never saw that.” The brown-eyed girl merely shrugged. Kagome ate quietly, nibbling on her Kanpyo Maki while lost in her thoughts. Sango noticed her sister’s thoughtful frown.
“What’s up, Kags?” A long pause.
“Tell me Sango, didn’t Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru seem familiar to you?” The brown eyed girl narrowed her eyes in thought and chewed slowly,
“You’re right Kagome. Have we seen then before?”
“I don’t know. I think I would’ve remembered a pair like them, but they just seem... Familiar.”
“Hmm.”
“Yash! Get up!” Miroku continued to pound on the door. Finally, the door swung open, revealing a groggy Inuyasha clad in nothing but boxers.
“Shit Miroku! It’s Sunday morning, let me sleep in!” An equally tired Miroku snorted.
“I wanted to sleep in too. But dad wants to see us in his study. Now.”
“Fine.” The two boxer-clad men stumbled down the stairs and into the hall, swerving into the doorway of their father’s study. They walked in to find a tired-looking InuTaisho looking over papers in his navy blue robe. A shirtless Sesshoumaru stood lounging against the wall with his eyes closed, his hair perfectly in place and his gray slacks wrinkle-free; to Inuyasha’s chagrin. They sank into the couch Sesshoumaru was standing next to.
InuTaisho Takahashi put the documents down and regarded the three men before him, his sons Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha, and his adoptive son Miroku.
“Boys.” Three pairs of eyes snapped open. “As you know, tomorrow is the big meeting with Higurashi Corp.” He waited as their drowsy minds processed the information. He could practically see the light bulbs flashing.
“Why didn’t you brief us on this earlier father?” Sesshoumaru’s voice was even, but his tone was laced with displeasure and slight frustration. Inuyasha and Miroku nodded in agreement as he watched Sesshoumaru switch to business mode.
“Well, I was supposed to brief you three yesterday,” he looked each of them in the eye, “but no one was home.” Three pairs of eyes looked away guiltily. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be up at this ungodly hour on a Sunday morning.” No eyes dared to meet his own. Inuyasha gulped.
“Our deepest apologies, father. But we’re here now...” Miroku trailed off.
“Yes, we shall make up for the lost time. Proceed, father?” Sesshoumaru straightened. InuTaisho nodded and began to report to his successors.

Next Chapter:
-Big News
-Higurashi/Takahashi Meeting