InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Comment ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two: Untitled. Again.

A/N: I forgot about this story, to be brutally honest. So, I'm attempting to "update". This will probably be short. And will suck more than...no, never mind. Ah, hell. I'm twitchy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Tuesday morning dawned far too soon on Miroku's home, bright and glaring, garish and ugly. And he'd been having the most wonderful dream by far...What had he done to piss Fate off?

The dream was nothing spectacular, really...merely a continuation of his dirty little fantasies about Harrah's woman. Kagome...Kagome. He wanted her. He needed her. He craved her like...like Harrah himself craved cheap dime store cigarettes, like Sesshoumaru craved...

Ugh! Nasty!

He shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of the impure thoughts that had, fortunately, had the same effect on him as a cold shower. Damn...damn. I'm such a fucking visual person.

Approximately three seconds later, his bedroom door flew open and his younger cousin, Bankotsu, flew in, a flurry of raging hormones, braided raven hair, and...panic?

"Get up, lazy ass! We're already late! And we gotta pick up Jako-kun!"

It was then that Miroku glanced at his bedside clock. Eight oh five. School started at eight twenty.

"Shit! Shit! We're gonna be late!" Mimicking his cousin's cry, Miroku hastily flung on a pair of baggy jeans and a tshirt from a pile, failing to notice that the logo on front read, "Barbie!"

It was his younger sister, Rin's, nightgown.

A short time later, he was brushing with coffee, guzzling his toothpaste-no, that wasn't right, what was he doing? And all former thoughts of Kagome, perverted or otherwise, were lost. Three minutes after found the pair in Miroku's trusty old Piece of Shit rust bucket of a car. You know the kind. That nameless brand that's got the muffler rusted out from underneath...whatever.

"Move it! Old hag!" Miroku pounded on the horn as an elderly woman, of about eighty or so, made her way slowly across the street.

She gave him the finger.

"YOU BITCH!" Without another word, the cousins sped off toward Jakotsu's home, where they found the rather effeminate looking boy already waiting for them on his front steps.

Wearing a tiara and enough makeup to make even Anna Nicole Smith gag.

Okay, so not that much. But still.

And he was clutching a pink binder crammed with papers as though his life depended on it.

Miroku groaned as the youth slid inside the car, occupying the seat behind Bankotsu. The happily reunited couple made disgusting, disturbing, foul, VILE!!! kissing noises at each other.

It was gonna be one fuck of a long day.

**Three hours later, in Home Ec class.**

Kagura and Kikyou, lesbian extraordinaires- Minus-The-Home-Depot-Tool belt Thank you very much, sat contentedly in the back of the classroom, making out approximately five feet away from Naraku and Sesshoumaru, who were quite happily feeling each other up.

Miroku thanked GOD, and all things unholy(like bunnies, he mused,) that Jakotsu and Bankotsu were a year behind him. Or he might've screamed.

Kouga and Inuyasha strode up to his desk.

"Hey. Houshi. Nice shirt."

Miroku looked down.

"Ah. Shit."

End

A/N: That was rather fun to write. Please R&R! Criticism is appreciated.