InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 5- Plotting ( Chapter 5 )

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah, `oh.'”

 

Momiji and Botan were best friends. Had been best friends since preschool. They loved finishing each other's sentences. Being a year younger than we were they were freshmen, but still a part of the alliance. Yura wouldn't have it any other way, Momiji was her little sister.

 

In fact they were always being accused of being twins. They were both around 5'3”, same cute little build, same eyes, same hair. Hell, they even kept their hair cut the same way, the only difference was that Momiji never dyed hers.

 

I had never actually gotten to know Botan, but her picture was everywhere, Momiji never took a picture without her best friend. And I had met her once or twice when a bunch of us got together and Yura was forced to bring Momiji along. Botan was roughly the same height as Yura and Momiji, maybe a little shorter, with blue-black hair and sky blue eyes. The only thing I did know was that Botan was proud to be lesbian, and that Momiji thought it was `so cool' to have a friend not afraid to be herself.

 

Since I didn't know her I felt anything that I could say would be off, one way or the other. But I knew I had to say something.

 

“Well, why don't you tell her? I mean, you're never going to know if she feels the same unless you open your mouth.”

 

“Easier said than done. I want to be able to talk to her about it without letting Momiji know. If she can't see me like that then I don't want Momiji ever knowing the conversation ever took place. If things go…well…then I won't lie to my sister, but I don't want to freak her out before I know for sure if there's anything for her to freak out about.”

 

I nodded as I thought, I could completely understand her logic. It also became clear why she called me, Ayumi was never the best with subtle plans.

 

“So where are we going and when?” Yura's eyes widened slightly, at my perceptiveness, I imagine.

 

“The festival tomorrow.”

 

“Festival?”

 

She handed me a flyer. Apparently for the past few years the valley Yura lived in(yes, she's quite a valley girl) held a festival of sorts during the summer. By day it was a celebration of lifestyles, a gay pride fair. After the sun went down it turned into a memorial for all those who had died from H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. over the years.

 

No doubt Botan would want to go, which meant Momiji would be going. It would be very easy to infer that their parents weren't going to let Momiji go without Yura. And I, having the car, would not only be a friend going to with Yura, but their transportation as well. Oh yes, the matchmaking wheels in my head were a-spinnin'.

 

If Yura was surprised by my enthusiasm she didn't show it. We quickly made plans to spend the day at the festival with many contingencies if our first plan to separate Momiji and Botan for `chat time' flopped. We were determined.

 

Why was I so driven to help Yura? Honestly, I haven't got a clue. She was a friend in need, how could I not do everything in my power to aid her? Sometimes I think the biggest problem with the world is that people don't express their thoughts and feelings for fear of being criticized and shot down. I, too, fall victim to the fear of rejection. But when someone finds the courage to tell the other person how they feel it makes me want to cheer. I was grateful to help be a part of it, and I was determined to see to it that if Yura failed it would not be because of me.

 

Our afternoon went by quickly. Yura's parents went out to business dinner, leaving us to fend for ourselves. In the end it turned out to be a blessing, Yura added another recipe to my repertoire and we had the whole evening to plot and scheme.

 

About four minutes before the food was done Momiji and Botan arrived, hair wind blown and eyes shining brightly.

 

Yura looked at me with panicked eyes and I remembered the one thing we forgot to think about. Broaching the subject. If Yura did it it might seem fishy, she never went out of her way to include Momiji before. Figuring it was up to me I dove in, praying the girls remembered how hard I tried to include everyone during club meetings.

 

“Hey Botan, were you planning on going to the festival tomorrow?” Yura looked at me, shocked. She had no idea where I was going, nor why I was being so blunt. Botan just looked puzzled. I headed back toward Yura's room for the flyer as Botan opened her mouth.

 

“What festival?” I handed her the flyer as I came back into the dining room. The room went quiet as she read the garish neon orange paper from top to bottom.

 

“This looks like fun,” she said quietly as she skimmed it again, “but I didn't know anything about it `til just now.”

 

“Well I know you and Momiji are part of the school's G.S.A. too. I just thought you might like to go.” I smiled at her and went back to my dinner, not wanting it to seem like the world hinged on her answer…because I suppose in actuality it didn't, no matter how it felt to us at the table. Botan's eyes narrowed for a moment.

 

“With you?” Um, fuck. That was not something I expected. Shit, shit, shit. Think fast, think - Aha!

 

“With me and Yura. Remember how all school clubs get enough funding to take one small little day trip a year? Yura and I were thinking of proposing this festival for either this year or next year if we can't get it approved before the festival ends this year. We want to go check it out first though.”

 

“Cool. You sure you won't mind if Momiji and me tag along?” I shrugged like it didn't matter.

 

“I gotta drive Yura's ass down there tomorrow anyway, doesn't bother me. I just thought you might have fun.” Momiji and Botan both nodded happily, apparently remembering it wasn't strange of me to include everyone. Yura grinned at me as she got up to grab another soda. But the wheels in my head weren't done spinning yet, oh no, not by a long shot.

 

“Oi, Botan,” when she turned to look at me I continued, “did you want to just call your parents or do I need to take you home for an overnight bag?”

 

“Overnight bag?”

 

“Yura invited me to spend the night, so we could get an early start in the morning—“ which was true, “and since you're more of a permanent fixture at this house than I am I figure you have an open invitation to stay whenever…” I really didn't want to spell it out completely, I was already taking liberties. I was relieved when Botan nodded.

 

“I have a drawer in Momiji's dresser.” I tossed Botan the phone.

 

“So call and tell your parents I'll bring you home tomorrow.”

 

I smiled at Yura's questioning glance, she knew I was up to something. She had no idea how right she was.

 

“We can have a good ole' slumber party.” At the questioning glances I ran into both Momiji's and Yura's rooms, bringing their blankets and quilts and pillows out. After laying out the comforters and pillows I ended up with a round-ish fluffy area in the living room suitable for a Sultan's harem. Of course that meant we'd all be sleeping close together. Oh well. Yura smiled at me, pleasantly surprised. Something told me she was far from regretting that she chose to call me to help her.

 

We watched movies all night. Starting with `Gone With The Wind' and `7 Brides for 7 Brothers' and ending with `Princess Bride.' Every movie we watched was either a musical, a romance, a classic, or all of the above.

 

About midnight Momiji began yawning and it was around that time that we all took turns getting ready for bed and washing up. I though up a conversation topic to keep Momiji from crawling under the covers until Yura had snuggled up next to Botan in the middle of my cushion creation. At Yura's nod I yawned and Momiji and I went to lay by our friends, me on the outside next to Yura, and Momiji on Botan's other side.

 

Warm, sleepy tendrils of sleep began to wrap around my brain, trying to take me away to a land of fragrant flowers and beautiful waterfalls. That is, until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. Then I was quite instantly awake. The arms lightly hugged me.

 

“Arigato, Kagome-chan. For everything.” I felt a pair of soft lips press lightly into the back of my exposed shoulder(I was wearing a tank top to bed) before Yura turned back over to snuggle even closer to the object of her affection. I smiled. Yura was weird, but she was a good friend.

 

The feeling of lips across my shoulders followed me into sleep.

 

But in my dream they were attached to fangs.

 

I knew as I opened my eyes I was dreaming. Real life wasn't colorless shades of gray. I saw a masculine hand come from behind my right shoulder and wrap around me, coming to rest on my left shoulder. I felt safe, secure. I fought against the urge to burrow backward into the embrace. It felt like wrapping a warm fluffy blanket around yourself and sitting in bed with a favorite book when a gray rainy day raged right outside your window, a day where there was no sun and the windowpane felt cold enough to make you shiver.

 

I felt those lips against my shoulder again. Working closer to my neck. I felt my legs try to buckle and felt my anger flare. No faceless man was going to turn me into a pile of mush! I am no weak-wristed, simpering, fainting damsel and I will not - um…

 

I wanted to badly to be angry at what those lips could do to me, but I could no more fight the feeling they gave me than stop the sun from rising. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. I was aroused and angry and frustrated at the same time. And then I heard a harsh, low whisper.

 

“Feisty little wench, aren't you?”

 

I bristled.

 

I heard the man behind me chuckle darkly.

 

“You will be mine, little miko.” I couldn't help the `eep' that escaped my lips when pushed his obvious arousal into my lower back.

 

I sat up, practically panting, my hand over my heart.

 

“Nani shiyagaru…” I muttered to myself as I shook the remaining wisps of sleep from my mind.

 

I looked out the window and saw the sun coming up. Looking over at the cable box I saw it was almost 7:30 a.m. I got up quickly, washed, dressed and made my way into the kitchen to start breakfast. Being in an unfamiliar kitchen slowed me down a bit, but I have a wonderful memory and cooking with Yura last night showed me where most everything I needed was.

 

I made enough food to feed all of us and Yura's parents and was very happy when Mr. And Mrs. Hair swooned over my cooking. I think Yura noticed I was quiet at breakfast. I just hoped the demons couldn't tell what was wrong with me. It would be horrible to think the only person who didn't know about my rough night would be Botan.

 

After breakfast I disassembled my cushion castle and remade Momiji's and Yura's beds, giving everyone else time to wake fully and get dressed and ready for the day ahead of us.

 

It was, after all, the day of the festival.

 

 

 

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Hai - Yes

Nani - What?

Onegai - Please

Konoama - Bitch

Temee - Bastard

Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you.

Ookami - Wolf

Oi - Hey

Nani shiyagaru - What the fuck?

 

A?N: Yippee! Out a full day before the deadline I set for myself. I have a question. Is anyone reading this story anymore? I had 3 ideas and started writing them all at once. A continuation piece, a one shot, and an AU piece. Since the AU piece is based on my life I know how the story goes and everything that happens so I decided to post it first. But if interest is waning I won't push myself to have an update every 7-10 days and I'll start posting the continuation piece and get the one shot out and posted. Some authors write fanfiction for themselves, some write solely for feedback and attention. I'm not either extreme, I just want to know if I should bother to push myself to update and if no one is paying attention I'm not going to. And to the 4 of you who did take the time to tell me what you thought I am grateful, you brought smiles to my day.

 

 

 

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