InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Fingers ❯ Oh, the fun ( Chapter 4 )

AN: *bites lip, holding up her hands* Lo siento!!!! (I’m sorry) I was in Peru for the entire month of July and, like, lacked a steady computer until school started…Then school started. AP sucks ass, by the way. So yeah…Labor Day weekend was the weekend, though! I worked hard on this chapter and tried to make it long for you guys!

Just as a reminder, though, whenever I use ~~~~~ it means I’m changing scenes (duh) but they are usually happening at the SAME TIME, or around that time, as the scene before it. Or sometimes it’s not. *shrugs* You guys just may be smart enough to understand it, though, and you really won’t need me to explain it. *dodges tomatoes for the last remark and for writing so much* Okay! I’m done! Please review, I really enjoyed writing this chapter! Long, has information, lots of dialogue, and, of course, humor!

Ten Fingers

Chapter 4: Oh, the fun

Last took off::

“Yes, Kagome. We will, we’re just going to do a quick walk by of the shopping mall. You know, they have a new line of perfume from Giorgio Armani, I believe it is called Sensi White, and I want to purchase it before anyone else does,” Sango said, smiling at her friend.

“Promise?” Kagome said, hesitantly.

“Of course we do,” Sango and Kikyo said, crossing their fingers behind their backs.

Kagome was eyeing a t-shirt Kikyo and Sango had shown her, after what seemed like an eternity to Knky and Sang-ho, Kagome said, “No, that shirt is much too low for me.” When she saw the faces Kikyo and Sango were giving her, Kagome tried to rationalize, “It’s very, very adorable, but too revealing.”

“Ah, Kagome!” Sagno exclaimed, “You’re being unreasonable. This shirt isn’t low at all. Don’t be so damned prudent, it’s not a crime to show a little skin.”

“Besides, if you think it’s “adorable,” ” Kikyo mocked Kagome, “then try it on. That’s all that really matter, isn’t it? If you like it or not.” Sango nodded at Kikyo’s point of view, then looked over at the confused face of Kagome.

‘It’s true,’ Kagome thought, ‘All of it.’ She did like the shirt, so what was really stopping her from taking that shirt and trying it on? Her image? What people thought of her? ‘Sango and Kikyo don’t have a problem like that,’ she thought, jealous of her friends. Kagome had learned a long time ago, on the first day of high school, that Sango and Kikyo didn’t mind if people thought anything bad about that when they came to school dressed in matching demi-skirts and tank-tops. Sango and Kikyo, the same girls who were the most conservative people she knew in junior high, danced around in their underwear once at a football game because of a dare they were given. What prompted them to just ditch the Rule Book? And why would they do it? Kagome mentally snorted, ‘For their pleasure, enjoyment, and satisfaction, that’s why.’ Kagome envied their courage.

“Alright, give it to me,” Kagome said, extending her arm out, which earned her identical squeals from Kikyo and Sango.

Sango’s eyes lit up, “You won’t regret this! It’ll look very “adorable” on you,” she giggled.

“And while you’re at it, try on all of these clothes, too,” Kikyo stated, offerng Kagome the huge pile of clothes she managed to find in the store. “Just try it on and come out. We’ll do the rest from there, okay?”

Kagome chuckled and walked towards the dressing room, muttering to herself, “This is for you guys.”

~~~

“Stupid girls, don’t know how to be convenient,” Inuyasha muttered to himself while riding his motorcycle to the mall. He had called up Miroku earlier and told him the whole situation he was in, so Miroku offered to help. But instead of waiting, Miroku insisted on meeting him at the mall today to find an outfit. Inuyasha shook his head and went back to thinking about how the whole conversation with Sango had gone earlier.

Flashback….

Nab, nab, nab, nab, nab.

“What?” Inuyasha flipped open his home, he knew it was Sango. He customized her call to be that, which amused the hell out of him.

“Eww, is that how you always answer your phone? It’s not very polite, you know. What if I was someone important, like, your dad or someone?

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, “Then I’d treat you the same as I am now. What do you want? I need to get back to work soon.”

Sango’s tone of voice went up a pitch. “Well, you need to do something with Kagome tonight. Today will be your first date! What do you say?”

“I’ll say no.”

“WHY!? You have to! You promised you’d take her out whenever we told you to!”

“No I didn’t.”

Pause.

Inuyasha sensed a conflict that was starting to brew and quickly changed the topic. “I had bought tickets to go see Shippou’s band play tonight.”

“Oh! Little Shippou!?” Yes, mood changed. Score one for Inuyasha.

“Yeah.”

“Well, how many tickets do you have?”

“Uhh, three.”

“One for you and one for her. Perfect!”

“Then what am I suppose to do with the other ticket!?”

“Keep it. Sell it. I don’t care! You will take Kagome out to that show tonight or else.” Then the phone on the other line went silent.

End Flashback…

“Is this absolutely necessary?” Inuyahsa questioned, annoyed at having to hold the large stack of clothes Miroku kept piling into his arms. It seemed to him as though he was going to have to buy the entire store!

In response to his whining, Miroku shoved more clothes at Inuyasha. “Yes, it is! Have you seen your wardrobe lately? All you wear are solid color t-shirts that you can buy at the T-Shirt Warehouse for a dollar each, and jeans! How lame is that?”

“Not all my shirts are from there,” Inuyasha retorted, sticking his nose in the air, he was obviously offended. “And besides! I’m not made of money! Unlike some people, I have to work in order to live.”

“Now that is where you are wrong, my friend!” Miroku pointed a finger towards the sky and posed, as if to make a statement.

“What, you mean you mentioned moving out to your dad?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Then did you kicked out of your house because you mentioned moving out?”

“Nope.”

“Then he cut almost all ties from you, save giving you house rent money?”

“No! Damnit, not every family is like yours, Inuyasha.”

“Oh, you mean you got a job?” Inuyasha asked.

Miroku sighed. “No.”

“Then what, you lazy bastard!?” Inuyasha nearly yelled. He was getting fed up with guessing.

“I have this!” Miroku reached into his pants and pulled out a credit card. “I have finally mastered the way I want my signature to look so I’m ready to use it!”

Inuyasha nearly face planted. “What does your faggot-ass need plastic for?” Inuyasha laughed at the nickname he called Miroku.

Miroku just rolled his eyes and in a mocking tone said, “Unlike some people, I have a girlfriend,” then laughed at his joke on Inuyasha.

“Feh,” was his sophisticated reply, “Who needs girlfriends?”

“I do!” Miroku said in a high pitched tone. “You see, Inuyasha, with a steady girlfriend near, you realize much more than you did.”
“Yeah, like how much better off you’d be!” Inuyasha grunted, eyeing a shirt that caught his eye.

“No, that’s not true. And I already put that shirt in the pile of clothes,” Miroku said while walking towards the pant section of the store.

“Yeah. Sure, whatever.” Inuyasha burped loudly, which earned him applause from some of the other men in the store. It was only then when Inuyasha noticed his surroundings. This entire section of the store was filled with sad-looking men following their wives around the store, similar to what Inuyasha was doing with Miroku.

“With women, for one,” Miroku continued to ramble on, “you’ll learn some manners and, to some point, moral value.

“Inuyasha grinned broadly, “Like, don’t go dating other girls when you’re already seeing one?

It was now Miroku’s turn to grin broadly. “Hey, she knew perfectly well what I was doing. What we were doing and she approved it.” Inuyasha raised a questionable eyebrow at his good friend. “Well,” Miroku said, sheepishly, “more or less.” Inuyasha laughed.

“Being dubbed the schools’ gigolos in junior high isn’t exactly a reputation most girls would like their boyfriends to have under his belt.”

“Oh, shut up,” Miroku shot at Inuyasha, “Let’s have you go try on these clothes now. The pile looks big enough.”

Inuyasha nodded, but, as he was following Miroku towards the dressing room, he continued, “Don’t try to change the subject on me. Nice try, though.” Inuyasha grinned at the defeated look on Miroku’s face.

“I almost had you there for a moment, too,” he huffed. “And besides, we only got that title after the school rumor went around that we slept with almost every single date we went on! It’s your fault Sango broke up with me for the first time.” Miroku feigned a sorrowful look and sniffed at the memory.

Inuyasha nodded at the memory, and walked into his changing stall, still reminiscing of what he and Miroku managed to accomplish in junior high.

Gigolos, or “date do-ers,” is what they originally called themselves, was a huge hit among the girls back in junior high school. What they did wasn’t exactly illegal, but it was, shall we say, frowned upon by many people, and especially, the teachers. Unlike the term ‘gigolo,’ their original nickname was used as a reference to Blind Date, except, the only difference was that they would be paid by young women, and sometimes young men, to go on dates with either Inuyasha or Miroku.

“We were paid pretty well back then for our services, huh?” Inuyasha asked Miroku, walking out of the stall to show Miroku outfit number one.

Miroku nodded at Inuyasha’s outfit and, at the same time, answering his question. “About fifty to a hundred dollars a date. Depending on who the person was and on where the date was held. Now turn around, do those pants fit you well enough?”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes but complied, “Yeah, they fit fine. Say, if we made so much money, why did we stop it?”

“Because rumor went around that we slept with our dates, Inuyasha! That form of “dating” is considered prostitution, which is, by the way, illegal! And, once those rumors hit the ears of teachers, we were immediately called up to the office, spoke to a police officer, and were practically held at gun point to stop. Even though there was no one who claimed these rumors to be true, no one denied them. Well, no one other than me, so everyone assumed the rumors to be true.”

Inuyasha laughed at this, “Oh yeah! That’s why. Must have slipped my mind. Is that why Sango broke up with you, because of a silly rumor?”

Miroku nodded, “Yes. She told me that since no one else denied it, it had to be true.” Miroku looked pensive for a moment, opened his mouth, closed his mouth, then repeated the whole process. Inuyasha, annoyed at having to look at Miroku’s mouth open every five seconds, finally yelled at him.

“Just say it already! What do you want to ask me, Miroku?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you slept around with your dates.”

Inuyasha was silent for a moment then, after what seemed like an eternity to Miroku, spoke. “No, I never did. But I came close to it several times.”

Miroku looked confused, “Then why didn’t you deny the rumors? Your voice would have at least gotten to some people and we could have kept the business going for awhile longer.”

Inuyasha shrugged, “That’s just the point. I didn’t want it to go on any longer. I got tired of pretending to be in love with a stranger, and I got tired of trying to seduce them in order to receive a bigger cash flow at the end of a date.” He shrugged again, stuffing his hands into the pockets. ‘Nice feel,’ he thought involuntarily.

“D you start the rumor?” Mrioku asked, looking serious at Inuyasha.

“Of course not! But it sure did help stop the business. I couldn’t of thought of a better excuse than what happened.”

“Then how did the rumor start? Don’t tell me this is another one of those unanswerable questions in the world, like, “What the hell was Stonehenge really for and how did it get there?” kind of questions.”

Inuyasha laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I think I know how, but I’m not too sure who it was. You see, when I was done seducing my date, some of them would find it funny and we would carry on with the rest of the date with style, but others would find it very annoying and would try to sleep with me. When I continuously refused their request, money, whatever they offered, they’d vow revenge against my “playboy antics,” as it was so nicely put.” Miroku laughed.

“So you’re trying to tell me that some sex deprived junior high student started the rumor just for ‘revenge’ on you?” Miroku was shocked, flabbergasted, mainly because it seemed to be the most plausible answer.

“Just about, yeah.”

Miroku huffed, “So really some horny teenager had Sango break up with me for the first time. I wonder what got her to take me back. She was so sure I was lying.”

“That, my friend, is an unanswerable question,” Inuyasha joked.

“Oh gad! How horrible!”

Inuyasha chuckled and looked at himself in the mirror, he truly enjoyed this outfit. “Nah, I went up to her and told her that you never would do anything like that to her. It was all she needed, really. She was hanging out with Kikyo and some other girls who, at the time, either hated your guts or wanted to date you.” Inuyasha smirked at the memory that brought, “she was almost as messed up as you were when I talked to her.”

“And here I thought it was the chocolates I sent her,” Miroku grinned, putting an arm around Inuyasha. “Thanks a lot, man. I owe it to ya.”

“Don’t mention it. Really, don’t.”

Miroku laughed, “Why did you do it though? Don’t get me wrong, but I just want to know. Was it something I said or did?”

“You mean, besides ringing up my phone line because you wouldn’t stop calling me?” Inuyasha grinned, “It was because I always envied your relationship with her and I didn’t want it to end just because of my own selfish needs.”

“Oh man, Inuyasha. That really means a lot to me,” Miroku smiled at his best friend, “Say,” a grinned made its way to his lips, “Did you seduce the guys who went on dates with you?”

Inuyasha blushed, eyeing Miroku. In response to that, Miroku laughed. When Inuyasha was about to punch Miroku, Miroku held up his hands in defense. “I won’t tell anyone! But, whatever happened to wanting a relationship like Sango’s and mine?” Miroku changed topics, which was fine by Inuyasha, “I mean, you haven’t kept a girlfriend longer than three months!”

“I took a double look and realized that I didn’t want anything as wacky as your relationship,” Inuyasha laughed, dodging the blow Miroku tried to send his way. “Really, I just gave up. Not everyone is supposed to live “happily ever after.” It was just a silly fantasy of mine and I gave it up.”

Miroku was silent for a moment, thinking of a way to repay Inuyasha for his kind words and helping his relationship with Sango. Then it came to him. ‘Kagome,’ he thought, ‘I’ll ask Sango if Kagome seems his type then made the decision for myself when I see her with him.’ Miroku grinned, he was going to help Sango and Kikyo set Inuyasha up with Kagome. Then Miroku said, “So you’re saying you’re going to die alone? And you’re happy with that?”

“Of course not! I’ve got Akito to keep me company!”

‘Not for long,’ Miroku thoughts interjected.

Inuyasha looked as though he was on cloud nine, though. His dog, Akito, has been with Inuyasha for as long as Miroku has. “No one, except her master, gets by her without at least one bite! So I know I’m safe with her for as long as I can live. She’s protective by nature.”

Yeah, I know,” Miroku grumbled, “She bit me in the ass the first day I met her.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to ride her then, you idiot!”

“You told me to,” Miroku shot back.

“Do you always do what I tell you to do?” Inuyasha teased.

Miroku ground his teeth together, “Go put on that shirt you saw awhile ago with those pants,” Miroku pointed. “Before I beat you down,” he threatened, “I don’t have much time anymore and we’ll have to really cut this day short.”

“Yeah, we spent an entire hour in this dressing room and I’ve only tried on one outfit. Nice.”

“Hey, it’s not all my fault! You could have changed while we talked.”

Inuyasha laughed, “Can’t argue with you there. But I still don’t see how I’m gonna pay you back for any of this.”

Miroku fidgeted, “I do.”

“Oh really? How?”

“Your dad.”
~~~~

“Oh my god, Kagome! That looks great on you!” Kagome looked at herself in the mirror once again. She’d hate to admit it to Kikyo, but she really did look good. She smoothed down the fabric once again, relishing the feel of the cold satin against her warm skin. It was black. Kagome always tried to venture away from that color, mainly because of the stereotype most people got off of it, but now she realized how ridiculous that thought was. The shirt itself was an original design-a lot cut camisole- but the details on the actual fabric was what got Kagome going. On the V-neck part, rhinestones the colors purple and white trimmed it, while the fabric had a soft hint of a rose spiraling upwards on both sides of the shirt.

“Okay, I’ll take it black and teal.” Sango squealed. Kikyo squealed. It was a done deal.

“Wear it out today,” Sango said, “the black one. And wear that skirt with it, too. Let’s judge some of the reactions we can get.”

“You have the perfect size breast, Kagome,” Kikyo said, almost randomly, while folding up all of the clothes she was going to buy Kagome. “And very nice, flawless skin.”

“Lucky bitch,” Sango said jokingly, “I have to moisturize every night and go tanning every summer to maintain my skin.”

Kikyo rolled her eyes, “Hey, it has never been as bad as my skin was. Remember how my skin was back in the day? Erlack! I have to wash it with a special solution, moisturize, and go tanning to keep my skin the way it looks now.” With that said Kikyo looked at herself in the mirror and made suggestive gestures and remarks about how good she looked now.

Kagome blushed, a little too much for the topic they were discussing in Sango and Kikyo’s mind, “Well, I hardly ever go out into the sun, plus my mom had very clear skin when she was young so I inherited that gene from her.” Kagome shut her eyes closed tightly, thinking, ‘So it was a lie. My first lie to them, I can handle that, right? I’m a changed woman for now. I can do it.’ Kagome nodded to herself, still keeping her eyes closed, though.

Kikyo and Sango eyed each other, but, once Kikyo noticed the time, she forgot all about what she was trying to figure out. “Oh no! The time! We have to hurry! Kagome, go change back into your clothes, hand them to me so I can go pay for them, and then we have to go!”

“Why are you in such a rush?” Sango blinked quickly at Kikyo, she obviously didn’t want to take Kagome back to school, even though she said she would.

Kikyo smiled at Sango, “I have a surprise,” Sango grinned at Kikyo, knowing exactly what this surprise was.

~~~~

“That shirt looks good on you,” Miroku offered to his friend. “You look smooth, add it to the pile.”

Inuyasha grumbled, he still couldn’t believe that his father offered to pay. Not even he could convince him to do that, and he was his own son! “How do you know what looks good on me? I’m not trying to impress men.”

Miroku rolled his eyes, “Kikyo’s father is a man and when you get the interview scheduled in, you’ll need to impress him.”

“Is that how you convinced my father to pay for all this?” Inuyasha asked, still looking at himself in the mirror.

“Yes Inuyasha,” Miroku said in a monotone voice, “That is how I convinced your dad. Now will you quit looking at yourself in the mirror?! I already told you that you looked good.”

“Feh, I don’t need your opinion.”

“Then why don’t you ask all of the wives staring at you?” Miroku laughed at Inuyasha’s expression after he said that. It seemed as though he had, once again, forgotten to take in his surroundings. All of the wives were looking at him as though he were chocolate.


Inuyasha chuckled, used to the attention. “Okay, I’m convinced.” Miroku rolled his eyes again, knowing that Inuyasha’s ego just inflated about two notches. “Hell,” he began strutting out of the dressing room, “I’ll even wear it out tonight.” Inuyasha chuckled again, tossing grins to all the wives he passed along the way. One woman even passed out, earning him a glare from her husband.

“She’s never fainted for me!” the husband pouted, picking his wife off of the floor “Where did you get that shirt?”

“Right next to the section by the jeans. Hurry now, or they could be sold out by the time you get there.”

“Thanks,” the husband said, “I owe you one,” he paused, “If I ever see you again. What’s your name?”

“Miroku, you can call me Miroku, and that over there,” Miroku was referring to Inuyasha, who was currently shaking his but at the cash register lady, “Is my good buddy, Inuyasha.”

“Alright, my name is Kouga. Nice to meet you. Hey, Miroku, are you married or something? I mean, you knew exactly where the shirts were and I’ve only come across married men who remember dumb shit like that.” Kouga laughed loudly. “It happened to me one day when I was in the grocery store buying some cereal. I overheard a woman who looked like she was from out of town ask the associate where the tampons were,” Kouga blushed now, “I said ‘Isle twelve, on the right,’ without even knowing I said it!”

Miroku laughed with Kouga, “No, I’m not married. But I’m pretty serious with a woman right now. Her name is Sango and she is the apple to my eye,” Miroku swooned, which earned him a laugh from Kouga.

“Good, keep her. And, sorry to interrupt, but is that your friend over there being mauled by those women?

Miroku looked in the direction where Kouga was looking and groaned. “Yes. It is, I guess I have to go help him.”

“Yeah, goodluck! See you around, Miroku.”

“You, too, Kouga,” and Miroku went to rescue Inuyasha.

~~~~~~

Kikyo stopped Kagome I front of a store that read “Pain Parlor.” Kagome nearly ran out of the intimidating entrance to the bear store she passed earlier but was forced in by Sango and Kikyo.

“Come on, Kagome. At least hear what we want you to get,” Sango reasoned with Kagome.

Kagome took a deep breath, “Okay, what do you want me to get pierced? Please tell me something in my ear.” Sango snickered while Kikyo bit her lip.

“Uhh, its way sexier than an ear piercing,” Kikyo paused then blurt it out, “Your nipple!” The men in the room looked their way, one even whistled. “Oopsy,” Kikyo giggled.

“No way!” Kagome yelled, blushing furiously. “I will not get that done.”

“Oh come on, men think it’s sexy! Just ask any one of these men and they’ll agree.” Hoots and hollers were heard in response, which only added more red to Kagome’s cheeks.

“No! What will happen when I’m older and pregnant and lactating?” Kagome asked, more to the random men than to Kikyo and Sango. “Milk will squirt all over the place! That is way un-sexy!” The men in the room did a sort of silent nod at Kagome’s point.

Kikyo rolled her eyes, “You won’t get pregnant if you never take risks or chances or even be yourself!” The men seemed to like this statement better, since they cheered louder.

Kagome bit her lip, looking around at all of the faces that somehow managed to get involved with this situation. “Fine, just hurry up and do it before I chicken out.”

Needless to say, Kagome was thrown into the chair right after she finished talking. One three second count, a marriage proposal, a ring and a band aid later, Kagome was pierced in a place other than her ear lobes. Once given the information sheet on how to keep it clean, Kagome, Sango, and Kikyo were out of the Pain Parlor, reading to flaunt Kagome off to the world, much to the discomfort of Kagome.

“See, it didn’t hurt, did it?” Sango said to Kagome, who was currently looking down due to all of the stares she was receiving from men. This made Kikyo and Sango giggle.

“Keep your head up, how can you see the cut guys if your head is down?” Kikyo asked, gently lifting Kagome’s head up.

Kagome gasped, which startled Sango and Kikyo.

“What!?” they said in unison.

When Kagome remained silent, they faced in the direction she was looking at. They didn’t see anyone.

But he was already gone. Kagome had watched him leave. “Wow,” she said, “That man was very, very…” Kagome paused as if looking for the right word to describe the man she saw, “hot.”

Kikyo and Sango looked at each other then at Kagome as if she’d seen a ghost. A hot ghost, be it! They were very confused and wanted to know who she saw that made her gasp and use the term “hot” in that way.

If only Kagome knew who it was, maybe then she wouldn’t have said that aloud. If only Kagome knew that that man said the exact same thing about her.

If only she knew it was Inuyasha.
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AN: Geesh, I’ve been working on this thing for, like, four hours now! It sure is long!
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