InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The attack of the bishies ❯ The magazine ( Chapter 2 )

CHAPTER II

Obviously the situation didn't improve at all in the next few days, but when they finally found a town where they could stay over night, Miroku considered it prudent to tend to his mental health, or maybe he just had the urge to grope a few hundreds of girls, and he missed no time in asking every single girl in the village to bear his child, and groped more than half. This wasn't received with kind eyes by the girls, and he got to feel the weight of Hiraikotsu once more on his head.

But things became better when they got a place to stay, not thanks to Miroku though, who was being dragged, unconscious, by Inuyasha. The girls got their own room, separated from that of the guys, so they could finally sit down calmly and quietly.

As soon as they closed the shoji, Kagome reached into her backpack and pulled out a magazine. On the cover it read Bishonen. She opened it quickly to page one.

"I don't know how many times we've been looking at this," Kagome said, "but I definitely don't get tired of it!"

"What are you talking about? I don't either," Sango giggled. "Show me the pic of that guy again, the Hotohori guy."

Kagome changed the page and stopped at one where a huge picture of Hotohori was.

"So, what cartoon did you say he is from?" Sango asked.

"It's called Fushigi Yuugi. I watch it whenever I am at home."

"Wow, those people in your time surely draw well!"

"Yeah, this is actually my favorite magazine, Bishounen. It always has cool posters of bishies."

"Ahh, right, that's what you call them, bishies."

"It's shorter than bishounen. All my friends call them like that."

"This is so funny. They guys are always wondering what we're doing!"

"Well it's part of the plan."

Sango looked confused.

"What plan?" she asked.

"Well," Kagome said, "we both know very well how much we like Inuyasha and Miroku-sama. . . just as we know how irritating they can be. So, now, since I managed to infect you with the bishie fever, we can talk about `guys' in front of them, and they'll think they're real. Maybe that way they'll be jealous!"

"Oh, I like that!" Sango said, then blushed a bit. "Do you really think it will work though?"

"I surely hope so."

They giggled.

"Well, while we're at it," Sango said, "why don't we see the pic of that guy. . . what was his name again?"

"You mean this one?" Kagome asked, holding the magazine in front of Sango's face.

"Yes!"

Both looked at the pic and drooled like mad.

"Hatori Sohma, from Fruits Basket," Kagome said, "my favorite bishie."

"Mine too!"

"Gods, he's so cute!"

"I know!"

Inuyasha was passing in front of the room right then, and couldn't help but hear them talk.

"If he were here right now, I would go crazy," Kagome said giggling, "he's just sooo cute, this Hatori."

"Ahh, you're so lucky! You can see such cute guys every day!"

"I know."

Inuyasha didn't like that at all, and left fuming.

"I think I just heard someone walk away. . ." Sango said, "I think it was Inuyasha."

"Hehehehehe, he didn't seem too pleased," Kagome grinned, "which means. . . It's working!"

They giggled some more and kept on looking through the magazine. It was certainly gonna be fun to see the guys suffer over their evil plans, maybe even rewarding. They really hoped it would. They couldn't be so dense, could they?

Hmm, actually they could.

Kirara looked at the girls from nearby, wondering just what they would do. They were enjoying themselves so much, more than she had ever seen them do it before. True, when those two were involved in their conversations, which happened most of the time, they seemed to enjoy it a lot. So Kirara decided to let them be and closed her eyes, curled into a tight ball. Hopefully if she did that Sango would notice her and caress her. Which didn't take much time to happen. No sooner had Kirara closed her eyes had Sango stretched out her arm and started scratching gently the cat's neck, so Kirara purred happily.

"You like Kirara, don't you?" Kagome asked.

"Of course I do!" Sango said pulling the cat closer to her, still scratching. "Kirara has been with me for a long time. Remember when we thought she had been killed? I almost died. I thought I had lost her forever. My dear cat."

If cats could smile, Kirara would have been smiling the biggest of all cat smiles in cat history. But since cats can't smile. . . she purred.

Sango smiled down at her.

"One day that houshi will live with us, Kirara," Sango said, dreamily, "and I promise you he will scratch you as much as you want. Otherwise I'll torture him ."

That thought kind of scared Kirara, but it promised to be interesting. . . someone else to scratch her. And what's more, Miroku. He had scratched her a couple of times while standing watch, and she had really enjoyed herself. Hmm, Sango should definitely get Miroku.

"Wow, Sango-chan!" Kagome exclaimed. "Already decided?"

Sango blushed.

"I can only wish, Kagome-chan."

"You'll get him," Kagome said and hugged Sango.

"Thanks, I am sure you'll get Inuyasha as well."

"You know there's always Kikyo. . ."

"Stop thinking about her! You are so much prettier! You are full of life, and no pun intended there. She's so. . . cold! No pun intended there either. . ."

Kagome was giggling like mad now.

"Thank you, Sango-chan! You always know how to make me feel better."

"That's what friends are for!"

"You're more than a friend to me, more like a sister. . . though I never had one."

"Neither did I. We both only have our little brothers. . ."

After saying that Sango became very sad.

"Ah, Sango-chan, don't worry about that. We'll get him back!"

"I hope so."

"Yes, and by the time he's back you'll have a husband-to-be already."

Sango blushed.

"Only if it's Hotohori," she said, and both started giggling.

But this time it was Miroku the one passing by the door, coming back from his bath, refreshed and all. He had stopped when noticing the sadness in Sango's voice, and then had been to shocked to move when he heard Kagome talking about a husband-to-be. . . and her answer. . . who was that Hotohori they were talking about? He retreated slowly, all sad and pensative, back to his room.

"What did you say that for?" Kagome asked.

"Houshi-sama was passing by, didn't you notice?"

"That's so great!"

"Oh, yeah!"

Kagome was silent for a while, then jumped as if she had ants in her rear.

"What is it?" Sango asked, seeing her friends bright face.

"Oh, we definitely have to bet on this!" Kagome cried happily.

"Bet?" Sango asked confused. "On what?"

"Who will fall first! Miroku-sama or Inuyasha!"

"So, what are the terms?"

"I mean, of course I think Miroku-sama is gonna fall first, and you think Inuyasha is gonna fall first, right?"

"Well, of course! Houshi-sama is such a dense head, he'll take ages to fall!"

"Well, Inuyasha is worse! So, here is the bet: if Inuyasha falls first, I promise you I will dance in my underwear in front of the guys for five minutes straight."

Sango blushed.

"You don't want me to do something like that, do you?"

"Hehe, why not? Could be fun!"

". . ."

"Ok, so what will you do if Miroku-sama falls first?"

"I'll. . . alright. . . I'll dance in front of the guys."

"Ahh, then next time I go home I have to bring you underwear!!!!!!"

"Ehh?? Don't get so excited! I'm not gonna lose!"

"Oh, yes, you are!"

"Maybe we should set other terms??"

"Ahh, come on. . . ok. If Inuyasha falls first, I'll get you a whole bunch of Bishounen magazines. But if Miroku-sama falls first, you have to. . ."

"I'll. . . I'll. . ."

"I'm joking Sango-chan! This is not a bet. We just want to get the guys we like! I was just kidding."

Sango smiled.

"I don't even want to think what Inuyasha would say if he found out he had been a bet!"

"Oh, I don't think houshi-sama will mind that much. . ."

"True, true."