InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck in A SessKag Romance ❯ And this is how it began . . . ( Chapter 2 )

Alrighty Party People, here's the thing. I posted this chapter and the last one at the same time. And I think I posted the next one at the same time too because thes first 2 are just the introduction. (I don't know if I posted the next one at the same time because I haven't posted the first one yet. I'm writing now. I'm writing this all in past tense, but to be truthful, I'm writing- well I wrote. You know what? Never mind. You all have a story to read. I'll let you get to that!)

But you can read my story. It would make me a very happy marshmillow cookie! And Marshmillow cookies are the best

 

Chapter 2

And this is how it began . . .

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I sighed as Gin-gin explained her reasons for wanting to leave her writing sites. On one hand, she had awesome ideas and only excellent thinkers could revive some of these sites from their current state of overdone unoriginality. And, on the other hand, a big majority of the sites were in a state of overdone unoriginality and there were tons of obnoxious readers who were definitely annoying.

"What do you think I should do?" Gin-gin asked.

 

“Want me to go to Starbucks?” If there was a problem that a Caramel Mocha Latte couldn't fix then the world was going to die.

 

“Yes, please. Go get me some coffee woman!”

"Give me ten minutes." I went to her closet. I kept on the green wife beater I was wearing, but a glance out the window revealed that it was raining heavily. Before leaving the house, I a trench coat that would hopefully keep me fairly dry on the walk- er, run- to Starbucks. Usually, I would drive my brown 4runner, but gas prices were up and Starbucks was only a block away. Plus, the continuous rainy weather over the past two weeks hadn't helped me stay in shape either, so the exercise would do me good. Not that I was a health nut, or anything.

I loved chocolate and cookies more than anything, but fortunately I also had a tooth for salads of any kind. Caesar, chef, fruit; you name it, I loved it. I tried to exercise regularly, more or less, but a run around the neighborhood and the occasional (monthly) use of my gym membership was all I ever got around to doing. I glanced around the kitchen for shoes other the flip-flops that I was wearing.(those weren't very good for running down wet pavement) but I could only find a pair of loafers that belonged to Gin-Gin's dad, whose feet were twice as big as mine.

I had inherited my mother's small feet, but that was almost it. She had beautiful, luscious brown hair and big brown eyes. She was short, no taller than five feet and three inches, and naturally lean. My father had fiery red hair, blue eyes, and was very tall.

It was funny seeing the two of them next to each other. The Giant and his Princess. I was my father's child, only slightly influenced by my mother's chromosomes. I had reddish-black hair, but mostly black. (My parents have no idea where the color came from) I'm tiny. Fun-sized, though not as short as my mother, and my body was only sort of on the thin side. I didn't have the fastest metabolism, but I ran cross country and played soccer, which kept me in pretty good shape. I had a little extra weight on my hips, but guys like a curvy woman, right? Isn't it supposed to show that we can bear children... or something? I opened the side door and stepped out into the rain. Pulling the hood on my jacket up, I began the run to Starbucks, slipping once or twice on my wet death-traps.

"Gin-gin!" I yelled, ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door when I got back. The cappachinos were really hot and I was really cold and I really wanted some caffine! "Open up!"

"Kai?" I stepped inside the door and looked at the guy who had spoken. It was Gin-Gin's older brother, Sato. He had the same soft, dark hair as Gin-gin, but his eyes were brown where hers were a light blue. And he was freaking gorgeous.

"Hi, Sato," I breathed, admiring his shirtless chest. The fortunate thing about being Gin-gin's best friend was getting to see her brother wander around the house in his shorts. He rarely stripped down any further than that, out of respect for Gin-gin's eyes. I had been so fortunate, on one occasion, to see him in his boxers when I had come over to find Gin-gin out to dinner with her boyfriend, Daniel. He had politely invited me in to share some cookies his mother had just baked. Who would decline? Not me, of course. I hadn't expected him to be home. He should have been in Yokohama, attending Tokyo University. A hunk with brains, obviously one of God's greater creations.

"Gin-gin's upstairs in her room," he said, locking the door behind me. Like I wasn't here twelve minutes ago. Where was he then?

"Mmhmm," I grinned stupidly, stumbling off to see gin-gin. I skipped every other step, giving the many pictures on the wall fleeting glances. Gin-gin's mother was very family-oriented. That staircase featured Gin-gin's mother's side of the family. The left side had pictures of the live ones and the right side had pictures of the dead ones. I noticed that Gin-gin's recently deceased great uncle had been moved to the opposite side of the wall.

"Hey, I made it," I announced, hanging her rain-spattered jacket on her coat stand. Gin-gin was very... eccentric like that. When it wasn't littered with her messiness, her room looked like it popped out of a history book. She had wooden floors covered with an oriental rug and, off course, her clothes. Her low-laying wooden bed had curtains around it and her computer sat on an old fashioned writing desk. Pink and gold wallpaper covered her walls, giving the room a warm feel. A bowl of potpourri sat on her bedside table though it was scentless. The vanilla-cinnamon fragrance was provided by candles that littered her room.

"Look at these," Gin-gin complained. I sat down and read a few of her messages. Many of them were very encouraging and polite, but an alarming number of them were... well, rude.

"Gin-gin, stop being nice. Delete them." I insisted. Gin-gin was one of those writers that not only felt compelled to reply to good reviewers, but even to obnoxious criticizers.

"But I feel so bad," she sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"No. It feels good. Watch." I deleted a message from a girl who was asking Gin-gin to recommend her story.

"Kai! Her story had potential!" Gin-gin protested. I raised my eyebrows.

"What kind of story was it?" I asked.

"SessKag," she winced.

"OC'd Sesshomaru?" Gin-gin nodded.

"House of the Moon?"

"Maybe it's in the manga; we haven't read it yet..." Gin-gin tried. I shook my head.

"Kagome had a 32D and flaunted it?"

"34D," Gin-gin admitted. "She said so in the prologue."

"The story obviously had no potential for greatness," I insisted. Gin-gin shrugged.

"I guess. But I feel bad."

"Don't," I commanded, deleting three more messages. "You do realize that you could just put a memo in the next chapter saying 'Too many messages to reply to, but thanks for the support!'"

"But it's so impersonal!" Gin-gin complained.

"It's the internet. Of course it's impersonal."

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We had stopped worrying about our internet lives about an hour ago and were now on our way back to Starbucks (Gin-gin spilled her coffee on me, resulting in me jumping and dropping me cup on her floor) in Gin-gin's car with a bag of fresh chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"So what do you think of Daniel?" Gin-gin asked after we had sat down.

"He's fine, why?" I asked, then paused to think. "Don't tell me you're thinking of breaking up with him!"

"I don't know, it's just that he's been getting kind of serious about our relationship lately," she explained. I nearly choked on my drink.

"He's not trying to convince you to sleep with him, is he?" I questioned with a raised brow. Gin-gin was a hardcore sworn virgin until marriage. Daniel was a nut if he thought he had any chance.

"Kai! Of course not!" Gin-gin cried, shocked that I would even suggest a thing. "He knows I'm waiting. He's just been saying how much he loves me and being all affectionate and cuddly. It's weird."

"No, it's cute. It's called having a good boyfriend," I explained.

"But we're heading off to college after this year. We shouldn't be getting so close," she sighed.

"But Gin-gin, that doesn't mean you can't still like him," I insisted.

"It's just going to hurt worse," she mumbled sadly so that I could barely hear her. I reached out and touched her arm.

"Going to college is going to be weird, but don't worry. Maybe you and Daniel will end up together at the end of it all," I comforted her, only half believing the words that were spilling out of my mouth. We had four months left of our senior year in high school, but Gin-gin was already acting like it was over. She had a tendency to be all head and no heart. Well, at least that's what she wanted everyone to think. The reality was that Gin-gin's heart could be very loud, but she just didn't want to listen. Fear of commitment, fear of love, fear of rejection, I don't know what you'd call it, but it was definitely a fear.

"I don't know," she sighed. "But whatever, what's meant to happen will happen."

"Good. It's our senior year, second semester! I have finally mastered English and you, my dear friend, have finally made Highest Rated. Cheers!" We raised our styrofoam cups.

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"Look! This girl is really sweet!" I exclaimed, reading another one of Gin-gin's messages. "She even wished you a happy half birthday!" Gin-gin wrinkled her nose.

"Even I don't know when my half birthday is," she said.

"Well be happy that you have such attentive and dedicated readers," I laughed. "Let's look at her stories and see if she has anything good."

"Kai, we really should be writing the next chapter," Gin-gin insisted. I waved her away.

"They can wait five minutes. You have a life, remember?"

"Ok, fine," Gin-gin said, plopping in the chair next to me. I clicked on the girl's Quiz page and opened a story about Narnia.

"Mmmm, Narnia!" Gin-gin grinned. "You know what that means, right?"

"Yes, I do," I smiled wickedly.

"Peter Pevensie!" we chanted together.

"GIN-GIN!" Sato yelled from downstairs.

"WHAT?" she yelled back.

"TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER, IT'S STORMING!" I pushed back the curtain, and sure enough, the heavy rain had turned into a full thunderstorm, complete with large bolts of lightning that were very capable of frying Gin-gin's hard drive.

"OKAY!" she yelled back, then turned to me. "Do you think it's bad enough to turn off right now? I kind of want to read a chapter of the Narnia thing." I shook my head.

"No, I think we ought to unplug it. The story will still be there after the storm, and we don't want your computer to be destroyed," I reasoned.

"Ok, can you get it? I'm going to go downstairs and get some more cookies," Gin-gin suggested, heading towards the door.

"Sure, just make sure to get a lot," I laughed, shutting down her computer. I glanced out the window one last time as I bent under her desk, flinching as a roll of thunder shook Gin-gin's windows. I shivered at the noise before reaching out to take the black plug out of the socket. I pulled once, but the cord was stubborn. I sighed and crawled under the desk and gave the cord another yank. Nothing. On my third try, I put one hand on the wall and the other on the head of the cord and pulled one last time. In the corner of my eye, I could see a flash of lightning crack through the sky just as I successfully pulled out the cord.

Everything went black.