InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Screen Names ❯ The Dog-demon and the Monk ( Chapter 3 )

The Dog-Demon and the Monk

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InuYasha leaned his old chair back as he surfed the net. He typed in some random phrase into Google, right before opening a new tab to one of his bookmarks. That was the greatest thing about the Internet, you could multitask without even breaking a sweat. He read an article on an Urban-myths site, looked at some cool vampire novels for sale on Amazon, and then finished the seventh level of pop-and-drop. He may not have been a hacker, but he was definitely computer-savvy.

He thought about shardetector, as he pulled up his shared folder to listen to some AMVs. He had met her on a conference he and his pal, Miroku, had a few months ago, and he had gotten into a very heated argument with her about the value of anime. He had argued that anime was not just something to watch, and that it played as important a role in society as books or music. She had argued back that most anime was the equivalent to the Japanese, as cartoons were to Americans, and that it seemed to her that most anime included busty girls with lots of hair, or blue haired, wide-eyed creatures from outer-space. They had argued for hours, and both had such stubborn streaks and such strong opinions, that they had only kept in contact over IM so that they could continue their conflict. Finally after a few days of this, they had agreed upon a compromise: she would watch anime, and he would stop bringing it up. He sent her a few files with his favorite anime shows on them, and she had begrudgingly watched them. She had reluctantly stated that some of it was okay, but some of it was still kinda stupid.

They still talked about stuff, but virtually knew nothing about one another. Until today he hadn't even known her gender, and he still didn't know her name, her age, her school, where she lived, nothing at all, except that she was somewhat interesting to him, she had very strong opinions, and was just as computer-savvy as he was.

He mused a little about this, but then turned his chair around and typed into his computer with lightning ferocity. He would never admit to anyone else, but he was a really good writer, and had posted some of his work on an anime fan site for several years now. He typed out his new fanfiction, and felt a slight pleasure in hearing the keys click under his fingers. Thank you for typing class, o crappy school of mine. That class probably was the only cool one in his school, because it had actually taught him something useful. He had just finished with his fifth paragraph, when a buzz jolted through his music, and completely startling the shit out of him.

A little pop-up appeared.

Houshi is now online

 

demon'sclaws: wassup Miroku

 

Houshi: s'okay. Sango wants me to hang out with her friends over the weekend

 

demon'sclaws: lemme guess; you want me to go with you so you'll have someone else to talk to

 

Houshi: would ya, inu ol' buddy, ol' pal?

 

demon'sclaws: fine, but im warning you, if we go to see some chick-flick at the movies, I am outta there

 

Houshi: don't worry. Sango said something about seeing Van Helsing over at her friend's house, and

maybe getting a pizza.

 

demon'sclaws: that's good.

 

Houshi: maybe you could hook up with one of Sango's friends while your there (wink wink, nudge nudge)

 

demon'sclaws: you KNOW I'm not into dating. besides, isn't that your field? ya know, groping any cute girl in sight range. im surprised that Sango still stays with you

 

Houshi: because, my friend, I am very skilled with the ladies, and I know how to win them over.

 

demon'sclaws: whatever man

 

Houshi: I g2g, see ya

 

demon'sclaws: see ya

 

Houshi has signed off