InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Slip of the Tongue ❯ Bribe ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Alternate Universe. Like way alternate universe. It's practically illegal. Oh! And Kagome is a brazen bitch. Why? `Cause Rhiannon likes it. Also—Sesshomaru will be slightly out of character and more than slightly tortured. Yes. I'm going to torture him. You might ask, “why would you do such a thing?! Sesshy-sama is the shiznit and he makes me all tingly in my sensitive places!”

 

Answer: Because of 98% of the angsty pieces I've read have been focused on Kagome receiving all the mental anguish, Sesshomaru being the bastard dishing most if not all of it out. So. Turn the plan sideways and who's in emotional ouch? Sesshomaru. Not to say this story is going to be riddled with angst. It's actually so light and fluffy I think I have cavities. But you can blame Rhiannon, too, for that. She's a dual-conspirator.

 

Genre: Humor, Romance, Love, Smut, Jakotsu. [Jakotsu is totally his own genre. Don't fight it. He'll hit on your fathers and brothers if you do.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One-Spin It Sideways

It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake

--H. L. Mencken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Kagome-chan, I'm sure you're overreacting—”

 

“I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!” Her temper getting the best of her, Kagome chucked the phone across her living room, still breathing hard as it crashed against the wall with an only slightly satisfying thwack. The small sound of Sango's yelling reached her and Kagome sulked, crossing her arms. OVERREACTING? Hff! If anything I'm underreacting. Or, I would be, if that were a word…

 

“KAGOME AKI HIGURASHI! YOU PICK UP THIS PHONE RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME, I'LL COME OVER THERE AND SHOVE YOUR HEAD THROUGH THAT BIG, SHINY TV OF YOURS I'M SO NOT JEALOUS OVER!!”

 

“Geeze, Sango, they teach you that in anger-management class?” Kagome muttered, picking up the phone delicately with a bored expression. A millisecond later Kagome's emotions had shifted again, and she sniffed quietly. “Sango-chan, I think-I think-…” Sango was silent for a few moments, but prompted Kagome to go on at the prolonged silence. “I think Mr. Yamamoto wants in my pants!” Kagome finally wailed, flopping back on her couch and shoving her head under a pillow.

 

“What was your first clue?” Sango deadpanned.

 

“Don't patronize me! This is serious! Not only did I yell at a strange man for his sins, I then got caught doing exactly the same thing! …Granted, Daisuke I were wearing more clothes than he and Daisuke's wife, but still!”

 

“Do you even know the name of Mrs. Yamamoto?” Sango asked carelessly, and Kagome could hear her rifling through something in the background.

 

Rolling her eyes, Kagome conjured up a smart-ass comment—and froze. No… I don't… I didn't even get a good look at her face when I saw her in the elevator, I only recognized her because of her unusual curly hair… “Oh…crap.”

 

Sango snorted. “So you have no idea what her name is?”

 

A loud knock hit her door and Kagome stood, huffing. “Not exactly. But it's not like I ever plan on meeting the woman.” She opened the door calmly, 100% positive it was going to be Miroku, because she'd invited him over and asked him to arrive ASAP.

 

Sadly, she was 100% wrong.

 

But Kagome didn't notice, turning around and continuing her conversation with Sango without even looking at the man walking in her apartment. Sango made another offhand comment and Kagome exploded. “I AM NOT HAVING AN ILLICIT AFFAIR WITH THAT MAN!” She screeched, froze, then started again, “AND IT WASN'T A RANDOM BOUT OF HOT, PASSIONATE MONKEY-HALL SEX!” Behind her, Sesshomaru snorted in amusement, and Kagome tensed, the phone slipping from her hand. She twirled around and faced him, all big eyes and messy hair. “You!” She shouted accusingly, pointing a finger at him.

 

One of Sesshomaru's eyebrows inched up his forehead.

 

“What do you want?” She murmured darkly. Sesshomaru smirked and ambled slowly into Kagome's living room, seating himself on her couch like he freaking ruled it. Kagome twitched violently, staring at the back of his head, before stomping over to stand in front of him. “I don't like strangers in my home.” She notified him, a glacial front integrated in her words.

 

Sesshomaru's eyes languidly found their way to her own, and his smirk grew just a little more. “I don't think we're in any place to ignore each other.”

 

Kagome bristled, her arms crossing. “What do you want?”

 

The youkai sniffed, pretending not to notice how her crossed arms added a positively artful lift to her already delightful bust. His gaze turned towards the television in front of him as he tried not to look too smug. “It seems that you and I, in light of recent events,” his eyes flicked to her momentarily, more wicked delight at her expense swirling in his grin and stare, “are now on even ground.”

 

Kagome, confusion abating her anger, took a seat in the chair at the left of Sesshomaru. “What do you mean?”

 

Sesshomaru sighed at having to further explain his words. “Before, when the Yamamoto matter first picked up, you had the obvious advantage. Now, though…” He let the sentence hang around her meaningfully, and one of his elbows found its way to the armrest at his side as one of his large hands curled under his chin. He focused his stare on the TV, but his attention remained on the girl.

 

Kagome sputtered, shooting up. “Whoa, hey, whoa! Now, you look here—what you thought you saw yesterday was not—”

 

The youkai blinked lazily, “Higurashi, I've already decided on how I'm going to handle the situation.”

 

“—and I don't care what you say, but… You have?”

 

“Indeed.”

 

Kagome sat back down, trying not to look like a guilty child. “How?”

 

Sesshomaru smirked again, “We will both simply agree to confront the Yamamoto family about their infidelity towards each other. Then—”

 

“KAGOME! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!? DID YOU THROW THE PHONE AGAIN!?”

 

Kagome's head swiveled to the left and she jumped up, running around the coffee table before lunging to the ground. “Sango! I'm sorry! Calm down, I—wait, no—I didn't!—Don't accuse me—STOP! …Look, the guy is here and he's got this plan…”

 

“What guy?”

 

“You know,” Kagome scowled at Sesshomaru, “The Guy.”

 

“…No, really, what guy?”

 

Kagome blinked. “The guy that was attempting to pork Mrs. Yamamoto.” She said shamelessly, secretly storing away the picture of Sesshomaru's shocked—well, what could be considered shocked for him—expression. Turning her back to him, Kagome muffled her giggles in her hand.

 

Sango was quiet for a long minute. Then—“Um, Kagome-chan, two questions. One: Pork? And two: What's his name?”

 

“One: Yeah. Pork. And two: …” She scratched her head, nose scrunching. “I—I don't recall…” Kagome whipped around to face the youkai on her couch, fully intent on asking his name when—

 

“Kagome-san!” An exuberant voice cried, a pair of distinctly male arms wrapping around her waist tightly, the hands attached running up and down her chest provocatively. “I'm so glad you called me in your time of need! Now, as I myself—” SMACK—“Ow.” Kagome bounced away from him, looking wild and violently enraged. Miroku rubbed at the bright red imprint of a phone on his cheek, still managing to chuckle. “I forgot how hard you hit.”

 

“Miroku, I thought we'd moved past this.” She hissed, motioning towards his hands.

 

Miroku blinked prettily, smiling in a serene sort of way. “Why, Kagome-san, are you saying you no longer wish to be bestowed with my very, very physical love? Surely you jest! We've shared such enjoyable times together with no clothes on! You can't mean—”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and smacked him again, mumbling, “You walked in on me. I was 12, and I still haven't forgiven you.”

 

“I didn't hear a `no'!” He replied cheerily, beginning to skip to her kitchen, but halting at the sight of a very male youkai lounging gracefully on her couch. “Kagome-san? Did I interrupt something?” Miroku looked over his shoulder at Kagome, one bushy eyebrow raised questioningly.

 

Kagome looked over at Sesshomaru, then at Miroku, then back at Sesshomaru. “Interrupt something? With that thing? No. [muffled giggles] Not at all. And you never will, either. Because if this thing isn't gone soon with a promise to never, ever return I'm getting a restraining order. Industrial strength at that.” Sango let out a furious screech and Kagome winced, holding the phone back up, preparing to apologize profusely, when Miroku whipped around, a wide smile on his face.

 

“Why, do my ears deceive me? Did I just hear the siren-like call of my dearest Sango?” He skipped back over to Kagome, reaching for the phone.

 

Kagome glared at him, pushing him back, “Sango-chan, I'll call you back later and explain everything, okay?”

 

“Alright. And if that pervert touches you—”

 

“Yes, yes—pain and anguish and the hellfire equivalent to that of a thousand burning suns.”

 

Sango sniffed on her end of the phone, taking an audible swallow of a drink. “Right. Bye, Kagome-chan!”

 

Kagome hung up the phone and tossed it towards the chair closest to her, ignoring Miroku's exploited look. “Um…” I still don't remember that guy's name… “Hey, you.” She called to the back of Sesshomaru's head, quickly losing her amused grin when the demon turned to glare at her. “Daisuke already knows about Mrs. Yamamoto's affairs, apparently you were far from being her first.”

 

Sesshomaru glared. “So. You have already notified him. Which act of misplaced chivalry made you tell him?” The youkai stood up, unfolding himself with a distinguished, repressed irritation that made Miroku back up a little.

 

Kagome blinked, then sniffed. “That's not any of your business.”

 

Sesshomaru took a threatening step towards her. “I asked you a question, Higurashi.”

 

Kagome looked down at the ground, twirling a thick lock of hair around her finger. “It isn't any of your business. He just brought me a present. A very nice present that I really, really liked. It was also really unexpected, and very kind, and-” She was rambling. Why? Because Sesshomaru wouldn't know how the delivery of her new kitten (which she named Taro) was actually very considerate of Daisuke. It would seem like a gift meant to get her to do the clothes-less polka or something because this demon—she eyed Sesshomaru's towering frame with a little trepidation—wasn't aware of her previous cat that had run away. The soft rub of fur on her ankle made Kagome look down, then back at Ikeda warily, and the guilt on her face was enough to convince Sesshomaru that the cat was her present. “I-I can explain?”

 

“So the human male is bribing you with small animals? How…refined. Tell me, is the cat why you decided to jump him?”

 

Kagome sputtered and picked up Taro, shielding his ears. “No! I-I mean I wasn't. He brought Taro as a surprise because my other kitty ran away! It's very impolite and wrong of you to judge, too. Jerk.” She turned her back to him, nuzzling the kitten and petting it quietly, whispering, “It's not your fault that guy's an ass, is it Taro? No it's not, no it's not…” She smiled down at the tiny ball of purring fur while behind her Miroku rolled his eyes and Sesshomaru closed his own in annoyance.

 

“Kagome-san, you jumped another man?” Miroku spoke up suddenly, coming to stand at Kagome's elbow.

 

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn't jump him—” Sesshomaru begged to differ—“He jumped me. And it was just a kiss! I've kissed plenty of guys!” She snapped her mouth shut and groaned. Yes, Kagome, let's leave a lasting impression on the already condescending demon lord. You need more snide put-downs in your life.

 

Miroku gasped in outrage. “You're cheating on me!?”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Yup. Several times, in fact. I was actually planning to grope the demon behind me before you showed up.” Sarcasm dripped from every word, but Miroku still clasped a hand to his heart and bent his head solemnly.

 

Sesshomaru pinched the bridge of his nose, not the least bit amused by these two idiots. “Higurashi, despite how much I, Sesshomaru—” here Kagome cut in with, “So that's your name!” but he dutifully ignored her—“Know you would love to grope my person, please restrain yourself until after we settle on an agreeable course of action.”

 

Kagome handed Miroku her kitten and clasped her hands together, humming but otherwise making no other sounds.

 

Sesshomaru blinked slowly, sliding his eyes to Miroku questioningly. Miroku shook his head, meeting the demon's gaze. “Kagome isn't ignoring you, nor is she trying to be rude. She hums when she thinks.”

 

Pretending to understand, the youkai looked back at the girl. Her eyes were glazed over as she continued the tune softly, one foot tapping along. Sesshomaru tried not to mock her while Miroku went on petting the cat like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Finally, Kagome's song froze in her throat and she snapped her fingers together. Miroku looked up at her, placing Taro back into her arms. “Did you decide what you're going to do, Kagome?”

 

Kagome shook her head. “Nope! But I wasn't thinking about that.” She jumped in front of Sesshomaru and pointed a finger at him with a cheery smile. “You said, and I quote, `please restrain yourself until after we settle on an agreeable course of action', so basically you were asking that I grope you after we figure this thing out!”

 

One of Sesshomaru's eyebrows rose. “…”

 

Kagome grinned triumphantly, “Ah-ha! So you don't deny it!” Miroku cleared his throat and placed a hand on her shoulder, dragging the woman to his chest.

 

Sesshomaru kept his face blank, remaining silent for a few seconds lest he do something he regret. Finally, an idea struck him. He looked at Kagome, fighting a smirk. “You and I will take the Yamamoto couple out to dinner. There, they will be forced to face their misdeeds.”

 

Kagome's eyes bugged. “You can't seriously believe that those two will just willingly agree to go out together, especially with the two of us.” Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at her, a little irritated that she actually had a point.

 

Miroku smiled placidly, patting Kagome's shoulder once. “I believe I have a suggestion. If I may…?”

 

“What is it, Miroku?” Kagome asked, twisting her neck to peer into his face while Sesshomaru nodded once.

 

“Perhaps, instead of asking them out together the two of you should pull aside those you had the most interaction with and ask them out, alone, then “accidentally” meet up at the same restaurant?”

 

Kagome grinned. “That's perfect, Miroku! I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

 

Miroku sighed diplomatically, the hand on her shoulder running down to her lower back. “Now, Kagome, we both know there are far more enjoyable reasons I provide for you—” His hand tingled, ready to slide down to it's true goal, but Kagome took a step to the side, well aware of Miroku's plan. His hand dropped to his side, and he felt that side of his body slap his brain with resentment. You failed. Please die.

 

“Higurashi,” Kagome was busy placing Taro on the ground, but made a sound at the youkai so that he knew she was listening, “Friday at eight we will all “unintentionally” meet at the Jujutei Korean restaurant.” He fished a card out of the right pocket of his pants, handed it to her, and exited shortly after, stepping over the kitten with an internal scowl. Cats, such useless creatures. Taro looked up at him, as if sensing the repulsion, and hissed.

 

Kagome looked down at the card after her front door had shut behind Sesshomaru and her eyebrows rose. “Huh. That's interesting.”

 

Miroku looked over her shoulder. “What's interesting, Kagome?”

 

“He's a stockbroker.” She handed the card to him, bending down to pet her kitten some more when he rubbed against her bare leg.

 

“How do you find that interesting?”

 

“With an attitude like his you'd think he'd be something important like a politician or a major CEO.” Kagome rose and wandered towards the kitchen, calling, “Do you want anything?” over her shoulder.

 

“No, thank-you.” Miroku read over the card one more time before tossing it onto her coffee table, then situating himself in the middle of her dark couch. The faint sounds of Kagome humming and poking around in the kitchen reached him and he smiled, flicking through the channels on her TV. Taro curled up next to his leg after a few unsuccessful tries at jumping on the piece of furniture and Miroku placed a hand on the kitten's head absently, his amethyst eyes darkening as he daydreamed.

 

He'd met Kagome at a young age, when she was somewhere between ten and eleven, and he'd been 13 and sprinting head-on into puberty. At first Kagome hadn't liked him very much at all. He'd lied to get extra sodas and candy, his interest in girls had started jumping further and further every day, and Kagome was the most adorable thing he'd seen since puppies and bunnies. The fact that she threw pencils at him and had once shoved a sandwich in his face had been completely inconsequential.

 

Eventually, as his charm had become especially abundant in his later teens, Kagome had warmed to him, and the two had started what was soon to be considered an epic friendship. High School had passed, Miroku graduating the Valedictorian of his own class, and he'd been accepted at an excellent college in America. Kagome had followed him a year later, Salutatorian of her own class but with enough aced AP courses and volunteer time to make both Einstein and Buddha do a double-take. For four years the two had been caught-up in the bold and fast life of America, and he'd watched as Kagome had almost instantly shed her polite, virginal exterior. Miroku had been rather lonely his first year alone, but with Kagome's presence he regained his mirth and wicked ways and together they'd embarked on a wild college life, filled with many, er, experiments.

 

There were a significantly lower amount of demons in America—at least where they'd been—and the two had been surprised at how unrestrained the few that were there acted. In Japan, demons weren't discriminated against or absolutely feared any more than other humans, but the humans held a deep respect for the creatures, stemming from the fact that they were much older than the human generations. Well, that and long ago many had considered it a hobby to rip heads off shoulders.

 

The only demons Miroku and Kagome had ever seen in metropolis areas were those that could hold a form akin to a human's, but the forests and wild terrain were still ridden with the more bestial ones. In Japan, there was a special army trained in the case of an attack by a demon, but the last time that had happened was over 30 years ago.

 

In America no such thing military existed, and demons were treated with the same amount of respect as humans—which, in most major cities, was very little.

 

“Miroku! Do you want a smoothie? I found strawberries and bananas!”

 

Miroku chuckled and let his thoughts melt away. “That sounds wonderful, Kagome. But perhaps you should let me make them?” He rose and entered the kitchen, switching the television off as he passed it.

 

Kagome was on the counter to the right of the refrigerator, her legs crossed around a shiny blender as she cut up bananas and dropped them into the clear container. Around her were strawberries, a pineapple, and a couple other assorted fruits, all washed and ready to be cut. “Hey Miroku, could you hand me that peach behind you?”

 

“Kagome, are you sure you don't want me to make the smoothies? You do remember what happened last time you tried to use a blender, don't you?”

 

Kagome huffed and tossed the last of the banana down into the blender angrily. “Miroku, that was in college. And I wasn't myself, anyway!” She sniffed and grabbed for the strawberries, but Miroku pulled them out of her reach.

 

“Yes, it was in college, your freshman year if I remember correctly, but for 4 years after that every time you saw a blender you ducked behind someone, squealing.”

 

Kagome jumped off the counter and grabbed the strawberries from him. “I did not squeal. It was a very heroic battle-cry.”

 

“A battle-cry against a…nevermind, Kagome.” He patted her head then picked her up around the waist, setting her to his right where he would be blocking the kitchen appliance from her. “Please allow me to do it. You always used to add too much milk.”

 

“Fine.” Kagome rolled her eyes and jumped up on the island behind her, her legs swinging lazily against the cool wood of the cabinets.

 

For a few minutes Miroku was silent, chopping and thinking, but finally he ventured to ask, “What do you think about the dinner you've planned for the Yamamoto spouses?”

 

“I'm thinking I don't want Korean food Friday. Maybe Italian instead. I like Italian.”

 

“That isn't really what I was asking, but I do agree.”

 

She shifted on the counter, drew a leg up, and watched Miroku work. “Honestly, I think there's something that Sesshomaru guy isn't telling us about his elevator `woohoo!' with Mrs. Yamamoto. It just…I don't know, he just doesn't seem like the older, married woman type.” Miroku looked at her over his shoulder suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. Kagome rolled her eyes. “Not that I care or anything.”

 

“So you saw them having sex together in an elevator?”

 

“In my elevator. They were even defiling my favorite wall to lean against!”

 

Miroku sniffed, dropping strawberries in the blender. “Were they actually naked when your poor, virgin [he sniggered] eyes beheld them?”

 

“No, but they were pretty close.” Kagome leaned forward and snagged a strawberry from the counter.

 

“How much clothing were they wearing?”

 

Kagome eyed his back suspiciously, wondering why he needed to know. “Um, enough. It wasn't like I was trying to memorize it or anything. I pretty much have bleached it from my memory, actually.”

 

Miroku nodded, trying to look nonchalant. “That's understandable…what color were her underwear?”

 

“Miroku!”

 

“Now, Kagome-san, you saw that coming. And I'm merely trying to share in your pain, to visualize the situation so that I may better hope to help you.”

 

“I'm not answering that.” Kagome shook her head, biting into the strawberry.

 

Miroku twirled around and placed his hands on her shoulders heavily, looking solemn and empathetic. “Please answer the question. Answer the question so that I can help you. Help me help you, Kagome.”

 

Kagome stuffed the rest of the fruit that she hadn't eaten into his mouth and pushed him away. “Make my smoothie.” When Miroku grinned around the strawberry good-naturedly and turned his back to her Kagome sighed and drew her other leg up to wrap her arms around her knees. “I don't really want to go. I mean, Daisuke did pretty much tackle me in front of the elevator, but he's a nice man. He must just be going through some rough emotional times, you know? Maybe he was looking for…oh, I don't know…”

 

“Comfort sex.”

 

“I was going to say some form of stability, pervert.”

 

“That's a very faulty theory, Kagome,” Miroku began seriously. “Sex is far from `stable' if done properly. Why, one might even say it's quite the slippery ride. In fact, I have a story to defend my [chuckle] position. It starts when one day—”

 

“Shut-up or I'll hit you with the phone again.”

 

“Whatever you say, Kagome dear,” He was bent over, searching for the lid of the blender under her counter when something occurred to him. “How did Sesshomaru know where you live? You didn't—”

 

Kagome kicked his leg lightly. “No, I've never willingly seen that guy without his pants on, okay? Heck, I haven't even seen him willingly with them on…I'm sure he just asked at the lobby, though…”

 

“Did he know your name then?”

 

“No, but I guess if he described me they would've told him.”

 

Miroku shrugged and stood, placing the lid on the blender. “Most likely. Since this was the first time he's been at your apartment, if he told them he lived in the same building—” He stopped himself at the small sound from behind him and turned to look at Kagome, smirking. “Oh? So this wasn't the first time?”

 

She looked back at him, “No. But the first time was basically just him telling me to shut my trap about what I saw in the elevator.”

 

“Ah,” Miroku began pressing buttons on the blender and he could tell Kagome thought he was done, “then the bribery sex?” A banana bounced off his head and he picked it up. “Does this mean you want another banana in your smoothie?”

 

Kagome grinned at his back, trying not to giggle. “Miroku? Why are we still friends?”

 

He whipped around so fast her eyes hurt, then grabbed her hands and placed them over his heart. “Because, dear, you and I are like brother and sister.” He leaned closer to her, his own hands placing themselves on her chest. “Except closer.” The smack that followed didn't deter him and he merely beamed politely, his eyes twinkling.

 

Kagome pushed him away. “Smoothie.”

 

“And then—”

 

“No sex.”

 

Miroku's head bowed and he flipped the blender on, laughing when Kagome squealed and ran out of the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kagome: So I'm acting like that because of college in America?

 

Sesshomaru: And age.

 

Kagome: I'm younger than you!

 

Sesshomaru: You don't look it.

 

Kagome: Why you—

 

Miroku: Now, now. Kagome, the four years in America certainly did attribute to your attitude, as did your (still young) age. But the real reasons are far more complex. *everyone looks at him questioningly* Why, the sex! And the drugs! You were a very bad girl in college.

 

Kagome: Um. I was?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: This story is purely for my own amusement. It isn't supposed to have dead-on characterizations, nor do I have any idea where it's going. I started the prologue on a whim to make myself inspired to write more and now I have to finished it because, hello!, elevator sex! Sesshomaru's ego will be receiving much kicking, and Kagome will be there to point and laugh then take pictures. Accept that, and we'll all be good. I also plan on making this story rather short, but then again Masquerade wasn't supposed to be that long, either, and many of you know how that ended. -_-

 

Reviewer Responses:

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royalbk—You're one of my favorite reviewers. Ever. But don't tell anyone. And I didn't thank-you for reviewing every chapter in Masquerade, but thank-you. You rock. And the first time they have sex in SotT you can know it was you who started that. Well, okay, Sesshomaru will probably start it, but still.

 

itachiiyoubastard—The `universe of the internet' is my new favorite way to refer to the web. And anyone that calls my work the shizzle so freaking totally deserves an e-squee. So Squee!

 

Black_Rose—In my defense, `Gettin' Jiggy Wit It' was a single by Will Smith and when I wrote the prologue The Fresh Prince of Bell-Air was playing in the background. Therefore it really wasn't my fault I used the word `jiggy'. I blame the media!

 

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nickel—Was that a good “Oh my gosh” or a bad “Oh my gosh”?

 

Eternal Darkian Moon—Every night I complain about bad writers and pathetic attempts at fanfiction over IM, so I know how you feel. Seriously, I rant like Jesse Jackson. Ask anyone on my messenger list, they'll agree. In fact, they're probably getting tired of it. Oops? Er, anyway, I'm glad you like it! Thank-you for your review.

 

rowdygirl—“Witty to the max” is a phrase that might win you a `reviewer of the week/month/year' award. I love that wording. It makes me blush and giggle. In fact, I was tempted to call up my mom and say, “Hah! See! People do like my humor! You're just old (among other things)!” But I didn't. My point: thank-you with cookies.

 

Sesshoumaru's Fiend—Clearly `Little Sesshomaru' was just trying to get some air when Mrs. Yamamoto decided to take advantage of him, the poor guy. And it hasn't been a year! Go me! I'm improving.

 

luna—Why would you want that lump of flesh? He's completely useless. Sure, he's pretty to look at, but the other day I had to vacuum crumbs off him while he was asleep. Vacuum! I was so tempted to throw stuff at him. Or move the couch out on the deck while he's snoozing and lock him out there.

 

 

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szaugglaughs—Do you know how long it took me to spell that right? Wow, and I still think I spelt it wrong. Anyway—Thank-you. You rock. And I love your writing. Did you know that your Miroku/Inuyasha story is the only yaoi story I've ever read? It's `cause I trust you. Well, that and I love Miroku like a trained monkey loves his hats.

 

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Also, to everyone else who reviewed, you all rock. Daisuke promises to bake a cake for you guys after he pulls away from his Kagome picture.

 

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