InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Rebel ❯ expert gymnast? ( Chapter 8 )

Sad. I'm very sad. I gained weight. AHHHHH!!!! I was watching Inu-Yasha last night and is it just me or is Inu-Yasha so much hotter when his demon blood takes over? He's not the pussy that he usually is when he's normal. *puts on a Inu-Yasha like voice* Oh Kagome, I love you and Kikyo. But I too much of an ass to choose!

God he makes me mad. But when he's demon… KILL, KILL, KILL!!! Yeah, it's bad that he'll eventually kill everyone if he stays like that but come on! At least he has some direction!!!

Clara says that choosing time is a' coming. I guess she's right. ALSO!!! I was watching and for some strange reason I stayed up longer to watch more (I was exhausted) and AS (I think) repeated it's self. So not only was Inu-Yasha at midnight, HE'S ON AT 3!!! I might check it out on Monday…

*Clara* GET ON WITH THE STORY!!!

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They turned off their bikes and got off to stand next to them. For a moment no one moved. Then the one in red talked to the head scumbag. "It's not gentleman like to hit a lady."

The man began stuttering. It was so bad that Kagome only heard, "I…didn't…sorry…I'm…don't…wrong…hurt me…"

"Shut up!" The Red yelled. "You are nothing. You have to resort to attacking young women because they wouldn't have anything to do with you otherwise." He walked over to him and got so close that the man's breath fogged Red's visor in little wisps. "Drop the act. I know you're with Naraku."

The man sneered and tried to punch Red. He caught the ass's fist and held it tightly. Then the man tired to hit him with his other fist, but Red caught that one also. Red jerked their arms apart and that forced the man to come close enough for Red to head-butt him.

Red let go and the man stumbled backwards. He fell in to the trash in a daze. Kagome, noticing the men loosening their grip on her, did a back flip and landed behind them. They were still holding on to her, so with a burst of strength she pulled her arms together and the men collided into each other.

Sango brought her foot behind one guy and kicked in his knees. He let go of her as he fell and she used it to punch the other guy still holding her. He fell down and Sango heard a grunt from behind her. She turned to see man in a purple jersey standing over a badly beaten would-be-kidnapper.

"Good job Miroku. I think you killed him." She said.

"Nah. He'll just be in a lot of pain for a while." He said seriously. "Now where did…" He got his answer when they heard an engine shoot up at the entrance of the alleyway.

Kagome was sitting on the head guy's bike, revving the motor. "You want your bike?" She yelled over the roar. "Come and get it!" She did Silver Rebel's trademark turn, and peeled out of the driveway and into traffic.

The idiot realized she was stealing his bike and yelled. "Hey that's mine!" He motioned to the others and the bruised and beaten guys jumped on their bikes. He got on the back of someone and raced after her.

"Where did Kagome learn to do that?" Miroku asked.

"I don't know, where did she learn to fight?" Sango asked. "I think Inu-Yasha was right."

"Hey, where is Inu-Yasha?" Miroku asked looking around.

They hadn't even noticed that he had sped off after Kagome ahead of the bad guys. (Good going Inu-Yasha!!! And if you didn't put it together by now, Red=Inu-Yasha. K?)

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She raced along the street, dodging in and out of cars, the others closing in behind her. 'This thing is crap!' She thought. She glanced behind her and saw the guy in red. 'What is he doing?' She watched in the mirror as Red swerved in front of one of her would-be captors. 'Well, he can't be that bad.'

The motorcycle began to sputter and Kagome knew it was about to die out. She looked over and saw an alley next to her apartment. She suddenly got an idea and swerved down in it. She put her feet on the seat and leapt into the air. Her hands connected with the metal pipe that connected the two buildings on either sides of her. She swung around twice before she stopped by putting her feet on the pipe. The motorcycle crashed into the wall and burst into flames.

Red swerved to a stop just under where Kagome was crouching. The others pulled into the alley and watched the rubble burn. None of them had seen the expert gymnastics that Kagome had done. Red didn't move, even when the biker said, "Bitch must have crashed herself into the wall. Come on, let's go."

Kagome sat on the bar and watched them leave. After they were safely out of sight, Kagome looked down at Red. He was hanging his head and his body was slumped.

"Don't look so down, it's not like you lost anything." Kagome said loudly. Red's head jerked up and stared around for the speaker. "Up here dork." His head whipped upward. "That was fun, but I think I have to get down now." She jumped off and landed right next to Inu-Yasha. "Now, who do we have here…"

He smiled into his helmet.

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AT- Ah, yes. I haven't updated in a long time and I know I worried a lot of you. Sorry. But if it helps any, I'm covered in bruises and welts from Clara…

On another note, I started writing this like two weeks ago and started again just now and I realized that my writing sucks but I'm going to put it up anyway…

I was really pissed that they took my Inu I mean Inu-Yasha off AS and replaced it with that FLCL crap. Can anyone tell me when our cutie is coming back on???

Here are Clara's two emails to me just to show you how nuts she is…

Jylli~ go wirte, i don't care, you have 3 days you better write a really LONG chap! or 3 long, i acctually prefer that... but WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, INU-YASHA WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, 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I think you shoudl put Yoko (is that his name?) the boy from her school that she never quite makes it out with, maybe jsut as she starts to fall for inu, you throw a curve ball and transfer yoko in, her old boyfriend from her old school, inu blows up (she stops him from beating the pulp out of yoko) to spite inu seh starts to go out with yoko again. koguru (the guy with the shards in legs) REALLY jelous, ready to run him over on bike and shread with hands. lol, that'd be funny ~Clara "We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, Have been doing the impossible, for the ungrateful. We've done so much for so long, We are now qualified to do everything, with nothing." ~ Author unknown

And that's the edited version… (yoko=hojo)

FOURTEEN THINGS THAT IT TOOK OVER 50 YEARS TO LEARN By Dave Barry 1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. 2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings." 3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness." 4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. 5. You should not confuse your career with your life. 6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. 7. Never lick a steak knife. 8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. 9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. 10. You should ! never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. 11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven. 12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers. 13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.) 14. Your friends love you anyway. Thought for the day: Some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you

stillcan't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

This has nothing at all to do with Inu-Yasha, but it is still interesting…