InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Milkshakes on Saturday Afternoons ❯ Chapter 3: Rag Doll Higurashi ( Chapter 3 )

Milkshakes on Saturday Afternoons

 

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Inuyasha, nor do I own the following songs/movies. Reviews are appreciated

 

Eeek, I apologize for the wait!! Thank you for the support, my dedicated readers! I have been toying with the idea of drawing out the character's wardrobes throughout the story, though drawing in an anime style has always been a bit of a challenge. Ah, well all the more reason to get practicing, I suppose. Okay, well READ ON!

 

Inspirations (listen while you read)

“Rag Doll” -The 4 Seasons

“Rollin Home” -Eric Anderson

“Welcome to my world” -Jim Reeves

“The Wanderer” -Dion

 

 

 

Chapter 3: Rag Doll Higurashi

 

Souta glanced up from his geometry homework and scrutinized the slowly ticking clock above the TV set. An uneasy gust of air escaped his lips while the 12 year old boy planted his face into his palms. Nearly forty-eight minutes had passed since his sister had promised she'd arrive home from work. Something troublesome must have happened.

 

Kagome's brother didn't know how correct he was, until the panting, raven-haired girl burst from the apartment's door and collapsed on the rough carpet. Kagome's skates were carelessly tossed over her shoulders and Souta could clearly see the forming blisters on her heels.

 

“Oh Souta,” Kagome moaned into the rough carpet, “I am so genuinely sorry for coming home late. It was an absolutely horrendous and drawn out experience, cleaning that diner.” Eyes the color of toasted coffee pried themselves from the carpet and examined the scrawny, kneeling boy. It was common knowledge to the Higurashi family that Souta had been born with a wise and elderly spirit, despite his youthful appearance, and lying to him had certainly never been simple. However, Kagome did not find it necessary to upset her younger sibling by filling him on the details of the day's events, so she simply stuck to the basics.

 

After wrapping her pale arms around the youth, Kagome made her way towards the rusted fridge in the corner of the apartment. Preparing a meal of eggs and toast for two, Kagome eased into her stool, mindlessly tuning out reality by focusing on more “important” things instead. However, nauseating bubbles erupted in Kagome's stomach as her mind once again drifted toward the short-tempered man she had met earlier that morning.

 

Unconsciously, Kagome's nimble fingers fumbled with her fork before flicking it off of the kitchen table. Souta took a prolonged, observatory glance at his sister's distraught expression before clearing his throat…

 

“It seems you've had an unpleasant start to your day, Kags. Hell, it's a Saturday! Why don't you just let me take care of things around here while you go out for some fresh air?” Souta grinned as he watched his sister nod dully before walking out of the apartment wearing only a pair of ballet flats and her work uniform. 'I would've never gotten away with that had she not been so out of it.' Souta checked once more that the peeling door was locked before shedding his clothes and grabbing a slice of pie and remote off of the TV.

 

 

Inuyasha

 

A ring of keys skidded across the newly cleaned granite counter, accompanied by the constant groans of a 19 year old with an aching back. Inuyasha's previous encounter with the diner's solid floor had no doubt tainted his already pessimistic mood. Taking in his surroundings, Inuyasha noted that the godly smell emitting from the kitchen was connected the batch of snicker doodles and coffee sitting in front of his parents.

 

Inuyasha decided to use his mother's presence to his advantage. He whimpered blatantly massaging his spine while eyeing his mother for a reaction. However, even after receiving an affectionate and concerned look from his mother, Inuyasha cut the act once he witnessed his father's exasperated glare.

 

Lady Izayoi and Inutaisho, for that is what his parent's were commonly called, could be founded beside each other at almost any given moment. While most friends of this lively couple would comment on their passionate inseparability, Inuyasha found the idea foul. 'What attracts people to this “true love” crap anyways?'

 

Directing his attention from his newspaper and back to his son, Inutaisho nonchalantly directed Inuyasha to the massive kitchen table. Inutaisho began murmuring profanities under his breath as he watched the incompetent boy lazily plop into a seat and rest his ankles up on the table's surface.

 

“Shouldn't you be aiding Sesshomaru at the diner? After all, if he is to teach you responsibility the diner seems like an adequate place to get started,” Izayoi commented sweetly after noting her husband's obvious annoyance with their sluggish child.

 

Taking the hint, Inuyasha fled from the kitchen before he could cause any more trouble. The half-demon hastily climbed the winding, marble staircase leading to his bedroom. A sigh of relief shook his body once he flung his door open to smell that unique stench of, well… teenage boyhood. Instantly yanking his polo over his head, Inuyasha lingered in the doorway struggling to remove the sweaty garment from his body.

 

“Has your head really gotten that big?” a low, merry voice questioned from a direction Inuyasha could not tell.

 

Alarmed that his demonic senses hadn't alerted him of the other presence, Inuyasha finely sharpened claws mangled the fabric until it came loose and whipped his head toward the figure sitting cross legged on his bed.

 

“Damn pervert,” Inuyasha swore as his tense muscles relaxed, “why the hell are you here?”

 

“It is a pleasure to see you as well my dear friend,” Miroku commented as kindness oozed from his devilish smile. He made his way towards Inuyasha extending out his arms and capturing his squirmy friend in a manly hug. “Actually, I've come here to ask you a favor.”

 

Inuyasha snorted and looked over at his friend. “Of course you have, but I gotta say you still owe me from last weekend with the frat party…..and the…r-…rodent…...” Inuyasha's humiliated face glowed red as he recalled the night's events.

 

Taking notice of this, Miroku guided Inuyasha to sit on the bed while he me mentally prepared a way to beg his rambling buddy for this next favor. Getting on his knees and clasping his hands together gracefully, the sharp-looking boy calculated his idea.

 

“Oh get off it Inuyasha, surely you won't mind accompanying Sango, me, and the rest of the crew to the carnival tonight. You appear to be having a laid back summer anyways,” Miroku attempted while trying not to offend his messy companion.

 

Scrunching his nose while contemplating the proposal, Inuyasha pondered why Miroku would think he'd object to such a treat. 'There has to be more to this…' The man with pearly locks looked suspiciously at the kneeling Miroku for a minute, before nodding his head moderately. This simple action earned a mirthful laugh from Miroku as he jumped to his feet.

 

“Well then, I'll see you there pal. Don't be late.” And with that Miroku collected his jacket and silky fedora before skipping out of Inuyasha's door.

 

'If this was a mistake please tell me now God!' Inuyasha struggled with himself as he once again recalled that horrid night in his college dorm.

 

Kagome

 

The spacey teenager had been strolling around the streets of her village's little downtown for almost an hour and a half by now. Cherry Ridge had always been popular due to its numerous little shops and boutiques all crammed in to fit the length the street. However, on that particular pleasant Friday afternoon Cherry Ridge seemed to be bustling with families and couples to the point of insanity.

 

Kagome unconsciously deterred to a halt as once again a chain of arm linked children sprinted, giggling through the crowds of adults. 'Eeeep! I really need to get out of here' Scanning her surrounds for an exit of some sort, Kagome made her way towards a little boutique by the name of Daddy-O's Rockability.

 

Stretching her arms out comfortably, Kagome beamed at her small success of breaking free from the crowded street. Shuffling towards the far end of Cherry Ridge's music store, Kagome was already eyeing a glossy vinyl when another body collided with her own.

 

“Ah, what a wonderful habit of getting into trouble that I have,” the 16 year old grunted sarcastically. To her side, a girl with lengthy auburn hair looked curiously at Kagome before recognizing the fetching, 16 year old next to her.

 

“Kagome,” Sango yelped while tackling her unsuspecting friend in a bear hug. “You are exactly the person I wanted to see! I have something urgent to ask you!”

 

Giggling at the randomness of the situation, Kagome squeezed Sango back and plastered an excited smile on her face. “Sango calm down,” she squeaked and grabbed her friend's shoulders, “what is it you needed to ask me?”

 

“Well… you see there's this carnival in town and Miroku-,” Sango incoherently mumbled the rest under her breath until, “…and I wanted to know if you'd come with.”

Kagome's thoughts were drawn towards her little brother Souta, how generously he allowed to take care of the apartment while she cleared her head. “Sango, my little brother Souta-“

 

Sango's friend really hadn't needed to say much more before she anxiously clamped a hand over Kagome's mouth and shook her head. “Kagome it's fine! Bring him along, Kohaku will enjoy a friend. We'll pick you two up around seven!” Speedily Sango made her exit, leaving Kagome stuttering. Did Sango even know where her apartment was? She shook her head vigorously before exiting the shop herself and making her way back to Souta.

 

'What could be the harm in a little carnival?

 

 

Little did these two naïve teens know what the night had in store.

 

 

 

Okay, well I hope this gave you an idea of the two separate worlds of Inuyasha and Kagome. I'm very excited to be able to write the next chapter now!!! Who doesn't love carnivals?!