InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck in A SessKag Romance ❯ In the begging . . . ( Chapter 1 )

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

A/N: So yeah. This is the start of my first FanFic. Be gentle. Enjoy my story!
 
Chapter 1
In the beginning . . .
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I was at Gin-gin's house. She had been my best friend since the beginning of forever. We were- like always- being the total nerds that we knew we were, and editing our Fanfiction pages. I was the Fanfiction reader, the site seemed so much easier to deal with than any of the others. Plus, they had everything; Gin-gin loved a site called Quizzilla.
 
Honestly, the woman was always obsessing over the updates and it was aggravating. Gin-gin wanted her updates to be punctual so that she wouldn't loose any readers; she wanted to make sure she made lots of cliffhangers so that she always made her audience want more; she wanted the story to have no grammatical flaws or plot holes, and for this to happen, she needed me.
 
Gin-gin was helpless with grammar. She couldn't distinguish a verb from an adjective. In fact, I typed all of her stories for her. All she did was tell me what was happening in her story and I edited it all. Finally all her- my- hard work paid off.
 
When I arrived at her house, it was to her in her barney pajamas, dancing on her bed, screaming, “I made it, I made it! Uh-huh, I made it, I made it!”
 
She shimmied then twirled: An unwise choice on her part. Her feet were caught in the comforter and she came crashing to the floor, which thankfully was covered in a mass of tangled clothes and random Inuyasha-character plushies. Her body twisted when she attempted to break her fall, the result: her bellybutton peeked from under the fabric, her hair splayed in disarray across both her shoulders and the clothes that adorned her floor.
 
The sight was much too adorable to pass up. I took out my cell phone and took a picture of her, fully intending on it being my new screensaver. After I saved the image, I went to check on my friend.
 
“You okay Gin-gin?” I asked, de-twisting the blanket around her legs.
 
She looked at me with hatred. I glared back at her. She stuck her tongue out and stretched the bottom of her eye. My lips twitched. I stuck my finger in my nose, another in my ear. She laughed.
 
With a passive face, I watched her giggle hysterically. When she calmed, a full two and a half minutes later, she frowned at me. “You've been practicing that Sesshomaru stare too much. It's annoying; stop it.”
She poked my temple with her toe. I pursed my lips and bit it. I couldn't help but laugh when she gasped and shrieked at me, her arms and legs flailing as she tried to push herself up and off the floor. I held her down with my foot.
 
“This Kaiome is your ruler. You would do well to recognize your place in society.”
She released the hold on my shoe and turned her head to the side- the sign of submission that she knew I was waiting for. I lapsed back into my normal personality.
 
“So are you okay?”
 
Gin-gin grinned and pulled a plushie from under her butt. “Yeah,” she said as she shook the doll, “Kagome broke the fall.”
 
“So what were you yelling about?”
 
Her eyes lit up and she dragged me to her computer, forcing me to sit on her swivel chair. She gazed at the monitor. I stared at her for a moment before realizing that she wanted me to look at the screen.
 
“Do you see that? Highest Rated!” Gin-gin screamed in my ear. I winced.
 
“Really?! That's awesome,” I cried, truly happy for her. We'd been writing an Inuyasha/Rin story for an entire two years and three months counting.
“I'm so glad I told you about this Quizilla thing. Sharing it with you makes it all more exciting." When she first discovered the site and started writing, she'd intended to keep it a secret from all of her friends: All one of me. But then she found out I was just as obsessed with Fanfiction as she was.

"I'm glad too," I laughed.

"Kai, you should have kept up your Sesshy story! I could have advertised for you and we'd
both be on the Highest Rated!" I'd attempted to write a Sesshomaru romance, but I got so sick of it that I ended up deleting the entire thing before the fourth chapter.

"Gin-gin, you know I was a horrible writer. Besides, it's not like Highest Rated means much anymore," I said, rolling my eyes.

"True. But you were not a bad writer! It's just that everyone was kind of on overload with Mr. Ice Prince."

"No kidding. Everywhere you turned, it was like I LOVE FLUFFY!!!" I complained.

"Well, he is kinda hot."

"He's extremely hot. And he has the bad-boy image. So appealing," I agreed.

"Your story totally could have made it," Gin-Gin insisted.

"Gin-gin, stop worrying about me. Let's reflect on your moment of glory, okay?" she sighed.

"You're going to hate me," she muttered.

"Why?"

"I dunno, the Highest Rated list isn't all that great." I gaped at her statement.

“Gin-gin, you've been waiting for years to get on that list! You built up all these friendships, you had good banners, good titles! You spent
months writing that thing! What is wrong with you, woman?" I exclaimed. Gin-gin shrugged her shoulders, her tiny head tilting slightly to her left.

"I've got like a hundred people a day messaging me in “
nO0b” style asking for me to friend them and advertise their stories, which, by the way, suck. Well, at least the few I read did. Over half of them are pathetic Sesshy romances with a fake, plastic Kagomes with insane powers and new prophecies and pristine ancestors. It's completely outrageous. Plus, a few of them have been threatening me if I don't update sooner. It's kind of creepy." I sighed. Such was the life of a highest rated-er. I hadn't actually been there, but I had befriended a lot of them, so I too knew the atrocious stories.

"Any plagiarism yet?" I asked. I knew how much Gin-gin treasured her work. She would be devastated if anyone used her work and stuck a new name on it.

"
Six cases. Those jack-asses can't write to save their lives, so they have to steal my ideas!"

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm thinking about deleting my stories and getting a new account, but only to stay in touch with people," she proposed. I groaned.

"You shouldn't have to stop doing something you love just because of a few stupid readers," I complained, tugging on a strand of my black hair.

"That's the point; I don't love it anymore because those people are causing hell for me and I hate it." Gin-gin explained.

Stupid, stupid readers. Stupid, stupid little Sesshomaru-loving Powerful-Magic-ing, pathetic House-of-the-Moon-ers were ruining
everything.