InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Milkshakes on Saturday Afternoons ❯ Chapter 5: Topsy Turvy Carnival Days ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Part one of two.
Kagome and the rest find themselves seperated in the fairgrouds while Sango stays strong and faces some old memories.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.04.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress

Milkshakes on Saturday Afternoons

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the following songs.

Well I've been looking forward to this chapter for sometime and hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much as I do. Despite my killer cramps I tried to make this chapter as pleasant as possible. Read on and remember there is a part two to this chapter!

Inspirations (listen while you read)

“Popsicles and Icicles” -The Murmaids

“Don't Worry Baby” -The Beach Boys

“Here Comes the Boy” -Tracey Dey

Chapter 5: Topsy Turvy Carnival Days (Part One)

Kagome shyly peered out the window; her eyes enthusiastically scanning the sparkling fairgrounds. Once again she fought the ticking urge to scramble out of the half-opened window when she witnessed yet another couple walking back to their car eating chili dogs. Yummy, greasy, carnival food. Self-consciously Kagome glared at her rumbling tummy, fully aware of the unwanted attention her hunger was attracting.

'Really? One skipped meal and you're already complaining?' She poked sharply at her moaning stomach, receiving odd looks from her companions.

The unhappy teen was alerted when she heard several car doors slam shut and the sound of bickering, male voices located outside the vehicle's barrier. Despite her womanly appearance, Kagome's childish curiosity overpowered her manners and she leaned her ear against the window's glass.

Giggling at her own simplicity, Kagome was silenced when she heard a dramatic whine that most likely belonged to Inuyasha. 'Oh, sophisticatedegotistic Inuyasha. If only you could hear yourself now.' However, the little game was ended when abruptly her door snapped open and a large, callused hand yanked her own until Kagome knocked into Inuyasha's tense form.

“We should have brought the leash,” Inuyasha muttered under his breath once Kagome jerked away. Pretending to ignore his comment, Kagome gave her friends a cheerful look and began to lead them, skipping, near the attractions.

With the bubbly schoolgirl so far ahead, the group walked in complete silence for the remaining five minuets. At times glancing at their invisible watches or swatting away unseen insects. After physically feeling the irking glares of Sango and Miroku, Inuyasha left with a “feh” his long legs carrying him towards the silly girl in front. Simplemindedly he followed Kagome like a broken puppy, still unaware why his friends shooed him away.

“Hey, wench. Where are you going exactly?”

In an instant the fuming girl halted in place, shifting her weight onto one leg and placing her hands on her hips. She pursed her cherry stained lips as if she'd tasted something terrible bitter, and cramped her bonny hand into a sturdy fist.

Clearing her throat Kagome raised her mocha orbs to his face, her nostrils flaring in an unladylike fashion. “Perhaps, Mr. Takahashi, your feeble mind has forgotten my name. So I will take pity upon you and remind you gently that I am to be called, Kagome. Ka-go-me,” she grunted, “Please, try not to forget it again.”

Now leaning against a mobile popcorn machine, Inuyasha studied the temperamental girl as she pranced away leaving a trail of interested men in her absence. Feeling a feverish fury wave over his body, the hanyou shadowed Kagome snarling at any fool that dared to come in contact with her.

This comical show continued for a good five minuets before Kagome's curious eyes took interest in a cotton candy machine nearby. She looked on patiently with a moist mouth and grumbling stomach until Inuyasha appeared at her side.

His body stood at peace, unaffected by the chaos around him. If not for his wandering, honey eyes proved that proved he was alive, Kagome imagined he may have been a magnificent, marble statue in another life. When the faint sound of laughter melted in Inuyasha's delicate ears, his attention was once again focused on the beauty beside him. He watched her, now impatiently swaying her hips and quickly diverted his eyes from her flexible body. Unfortunate for Inuyasha, Kagome rosy tongue decided to flick suggestively over her plump lips once his vision settled on her face.

Startled by the sudden thonk, vibrating the machine's surface, Kagome's wide eyes looked over to Inuyasha. He stood hunched over the counter, panting, and violently shoved a five dollar bill in the direction of the carnie. Unsure what to make of Inuyasha's bizarre outburst, she cocked her head to the side appearing to be concerned for the brute.

“Inuyasha, you're sweating. Are you alri-“

Kagome was cut off once a massive ball of blue fluff began tickling her nose. She grabbed the edible cloud gratefully and peered at the boy standing stiffly beside her.

“Ay! Wan sum Inooasa,” asked the very considerate Kagome while continuing to shove the downy but sticky candy down her throat. This ridiculous display earned a chuckle from Inuyasha as he tugged her arm before striding away from the cotton candy machine.

“Woman, because of you we got separated from Miroku and Sango.” Inuyasha looked back at his forced companion with an annoyed expression corrupting his face.

“Huh,” was Kagome's intelligent reply, “I wonder where the hell they are.”

Miroku and Sango

“Quit your worrying, my sweet, Kagome is a big girl…she can surely defend herself against Inuyasha.” Miroku insisted to the girl to his right and snaked an arm securely around her waist. “You're too beautiful to fret about such petty things,” his husky voice rang in Sango's ear.

“You flatter me too much, pervert.” However, Sango's façade was shattered when her body erupted in laughter and she turned to her muscular frame towards Miroku playfully pushing him away. 'Harmless flirting never hurts, right?' Once again Sango's vision was clouded by her heavy eyelashes and she nervously plucked at her cuticles.

Though the two teens were not an item and surely no where near being lovers, a unique alter in their friendship had come about over the past few months. As the invisible but mighty force called, attractions, consumed the thoughts of these two souls everyday conversations seemed become a lot more unnerving. Neither knew how much longer until the tension would subside and when their normal lives could once again resume.

The couple began to wander towards the food in search of Kagome and her bottomless stomach. As the hopeless search for their missing friends continued, comfortable small talk preoccupied both Sango and Miroku's concerns and they soon found themselves consumed into a large group of people.

“What the hell is going on here?” Miroku tapped the broad shoulder of a fellow onlooker, holding protectively onto Sango. 'The last thing I need is for her to get lost in this mess as well.' However, she didn't struggle from his grasp, only glanced curiously at the center of the chaos.

The heavily tattooed man, Miroku had just previously questioned, glanced down at the young man embracing his supposed girlfriend. His rounded beer gut invaded Miroku's “personal bubble” and the giant finally leaned down, pointing a chubby digit towards the circle's center.

“See that fellow in the glass tank over there,” his grisly voiced asked drunkenly, “well he's stated loud and clear that he'll kiss what ever loon is able to hit the target and dunk him.” This received an unbelieving leer from Miroku and he once again questioned that fat man's state of sobriety.

Coughing up a sticky, liquor-scented substance, Miroku and Sango speedily snapped away from obviously ill man. However, a fleshy paw balanced on Miroku's shoulder and a booming laughter shook the old man's body.

“Come look,” he insisted, “the cocky little man calls himself Kouga.” Another sickly cough wheezed its way through his damaged throat. “Maybe you'll get yourself a kiss, boy,” the man called after Miroku and Sango's fleeting forms.

“Kouga!” Sango's shrill scream found its way to the wolf boy's ears and he turned his large head towards the sound's source.

A slimy grin eased its way onto Kouga's lips and he waved obscenely at Sango and her befuddled partner. “Hey baby! Come to get a kiss from yours truly?”

After collecting herself, Sango let out a displeased grunt and snatched the three small balls from the current player's hands. Smacking seven dollars into the disgruntled girl's hand, Sango situated herself at the game's official boundary line. She gave one last look towards Miroku's still form.

Kouga looked amusedly while the fierce brunette chucked another sphere, missing the target by a mere three inches. He hooted and hollered at the girl's defeated expression as she stared at the lone ball in her hand.

Suddenly appearing at his sides, Rin and Ayame stood licking their vanilla ice cream and sticky fingers. Though they hadn't witnessed the whole ordeal, the diner girls both shouted out in support for Sango before attacking their cones once again.

Uncomfortably, Miroku scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. “Heh. Okay guys, mind telling me what this is about?”

“What you didn't know?” Rin's shining, innocent orbs prodded Miroku in an awkward way.

In an attempt to direct Miroku's attention towards herself, Ayame stroked the boy's muscular bicep. “Oh poor, sweet Miroku, you really are out of the loop! No one has told you about Sango and Kouga's history?” Leaving no time for a response, Ayame giggled lightly and then wore a serious expression on her face. “Well you see, those two were lovers once. Way back in the day I suppose. Anyway, I hear they were the happiest love birds that you ever did see, until Kouga began to sleep around like a fool. Obviously this didn't sit well with Sango, but I don't really like to take sides. I love both of them, ya know?”

Slightly disturbed by this new bit of information, Miroku's flushed face examined the struggling young woman. 'Oh Sango…'

All was going well for dear Kouga, until a hysteric laughter sounded from the ground. Snapping his head towards Sango, he watched as she propelled the object brutally towards the target, all the while maintaining a beaming smile on her sweet lips. With a single thunk, Kouga splashed madly into the pool of chilled water. The cocky expression he wore before completely washed away.

Leaping wildly out of the water tank, Kouga strutted vainly towards the winner. He let his wet, slick hair drip in the grass before wringing it unpleasantly on Sango's white, ballet flats. “How bout that kiss, babe?”

“That's what I came here for,” Sango let a sugary, sweet smile brighten her face before bringing her small, bony hand up to her face. Suggestively, she rimmed her rose bud lips with a wet finger and leaned ever so slightly into Koga's sturdy form. Kissing her finger tips softly she grazed Kouga's stubbly cheek with her palm before letting her eyes close.

Most viewers watched excitedly as the scene before them played out, yelling such things as “kiss the girl” or “get on with it”. However, in the corner of it all stood a very confused Miroku, pleading Sango silently with his eyes.

Yet it was all over in a matter of seconds as Sango let her hand kiss Kouga's cheek with a loud clap. A stinging burn printed itself on Kouga's furious face in the shape of a handprint, while the crowd hysterically clapped.

“Don't cheat asshole.” Sango shuffled her way towards Miroku collecting his large hand in her own. She smiled gratefully at him, as they walked away from the scene.

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Part two, up next!