InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 15- A New Sunday Routine ( Chapter 15 )

Sighing heavily, Yash opened the door to his two-bedroom apartment and dumped his stuff on the table beside the door. He went through his mail, sorting junk from important stuff and pulled off his jacket.

 

“I'm home.” He called as he walked into the kitchen. He flicked on the overhead fluorescent lights and surveyed the light colored wood and white tiled kitchen.

 

InuYasha looked into the living room but saw no one on the couch and the tv off. Odd.

 

Then the golden eyes narrowed. There, lying innocently on the floor was a single sock. A few feet away lay its mate. Following the not so subtle trail of clothing InuYasha stalked quietly into his bedroom. He found the end of the trail in the form of undergarments his prey had left on the carpet of his bedroom and smirked as he neared his bathroom.

 

Through the door he could hear quiet splashing of someone in the bath.

 

He chuckled quietly to himself as he eased the door open, slinking into the room.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

I picked up the phone, dialing the number I knew better than my own.

 

“Hey! `S me. So, we going?” I flopped onto my bed as my friend began talking. After a few minutes I decided Kagome could argue both sides of an issue better than most people could handle one.

 

“Hey.” Kagome's end of the line went silent. “Look, we can always leave if he pisses you off, Kags. There's no rule that we have to stay X amount of time. Just cause he's Miroku's friend doesn't mean he has to be yours. Miroku can handle it if you don't like InuYasha. But you should at least make an effort.” I waited as she thought and finally spoke.

 

“Of course I'm right. No, that's ok, I'll call Miroku right now and get time and directions. Keep your cell with you, I'll find out when we need to be there and how far it is and call you to wake you up in the morning. Love you too, night.”

 

I couldn't help but hesitate a few moments before dialing Miroku's number. I liked him. I hated him and yet I liked him. What he did to Kags was unforgivable and I still wanted to pound him flat. On the other hand, both Kags and Miroku seemed to have put it behind them and I knew if they had gotten past it I had no right to hold a grudge. And he was such a perv! After his break up with the bitch he had spent a good deal of time groping every girl he could, trying to make Yuka jealous. Then there were Yuka's stories about how depraved his sexual appetite ran. Hell, it was dangerous to even be his friend. And I thought he was cute. What the fuck is wrong with me?!?

 

I picked my phone back up and dialed his number, almost hoping no one would answer. Cheeky bastard must have been waiting by the phone, it didn't even finish the first ring.

 

“Houshi residence, I'm on the other line, can you hold please?” Wow…did he moonlight as a secretary?

 

“Sure.”

 

The phone line clicked and I was almost expecting to hear elevator music. I got up and headed into the kitchen as I waited. Pawing around, past the marinating chicken my mother had planned for tomorrow, past the gallons of milk, past the bottles and bottles of energizing sports drinks my brother swore he needed to stay captain of his soccer team, I finally found what I was searching for. Chocolate syrup. Mmmmmmmm…

 

I grabbed a milk carton and a glass and finally a spoon. I love chocolate milk. It's actually something Kags turned me on to. I can't stand normal milk, but one afternoon Kags told a story about when she was in first grade and her horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day was made better by a nice frosty glass of the chocolaty ambrosia

 

She won me over. I had to change my opinions slightly. Milk = bad. Chocolate milk= good. I could live with that.

 

I spooned a generous amount of chocolate into the glass and was in the middle of licking the excess off the spoon when the phone line clicked back over. Hell, I had forgotten I was holding the damn thing.

 

“Hello?” Came Miroku's smooth voice.

 

“Hi.” I replied, making my voice sound somewhat annoyed.

 

“Oh, Sango, I'm sorry. That was Akitoki, I guess he's taking Yash up on his offer. And may I infer that your call means you too shall be in my company upon the morrow?” I rolled my eyes, the spoon still firmly in my mouth. Hey, nobody get between this bitch and her chocolate.

 

But sadly, I had to remove it to speak properly, darn it.

 

“Look Houshi, Kags isn't even sure she wants to go. Your little friend got on her nerves something fierce. And if she doesn't go I'm not going.” As soon as the words were out the spoon went right back in, after making a detour back into the syrup of course.

 

“Yash will be on his best behavior my dearest Sango. Besides, I have the utmost confidence Kags can take care of him herself. Yash can be a real wind bag, but he would never hurt a female.”

 

“You mean he might never strike one. You know as well as I do Kaggie is more sensitive to words than anything.”

 

“Alright. What would you like me to do about that, Sango? What can I do to convince you to join us tomorrow?” Well damn, that's one way to turn the tables.

 

I spent about three hours on the phone with Miroku after he swore up and down Kagome and I would have a good time. He gave me directions to Yash's and told us when and then somehow the conversation mutated and evolved until we were in tears and laughing. Glancing at the clock I realized I would be lucky to get enough sleep for tomorrow so I quickly ended the call with Miroku Houshi and went to bed. And man did I have the strangest dream…

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

Sango called me at an ungodly hour. She was hyper because she had actually managed to convince her father to let her skip church to take her new `self-defense class.'

 

I glared at the clock as I rolled out of bed and trudged into the shower.

 

I pulled up in front of Sango's at 7:30 and found she was already outside waiting for me. She looked bright eyed and bushy-tailed. Oh how I wanted to pour some icy cold liquid on her head.

 

The complex where the hanyou lived was impressive. The grounds were located on the other side of the mountain from a concert hall and so to keep concertgoers out the entire area was surrounded by a security gate. Luckily someone had already called down to let them know we were coming.

 

Miroku met us at an interior gate and led us straight the gym area.

 

It was quite large. Two of the walls were clear glass, which provided a beautiful view since the building was surrounded by untamed wilderness. In fact, as we walked up I saw a doe and her child wander past the building, heading back up the mountain. The third wall was floor to ceiling mirrors. The final wall was an off white color, a few doors leading off to saunas, restrooms, showers and the like.

 

There were weights and machines on one side, nearer the windowed walls, cushioned padding on the floor nearer the mirrors for sparring.

 

And in the middle stood Yash. In a tight wife-beater type tank and loose cotton pants. To me they looked sort of like pajama pants. And damn him, even in pajamas he looks sexy. Remembering that he would smell the changes in my scent I steered my mind away from such thoughts and diverted my attention by talking to Sango.

 

Oddly enough the morning didn't go quite as planned. Yash worked with Akitoki and Sango while Koharu, Miroku and I were left on our own. Eventually Miroku got even Koharu to get up and spar with him, leaving me to my thoughts. Not that I didn't want to learn, I just couldn't handle the hanyou's mouth. I knew I would be as bad as Koharu, slow, uncertain, yet frantic. But she has Akitoki and InuYasha wasn't saying anything to her. I knew he wouldn't hesitate to rip into me for the mistakes I made.

 

I felt very alone.

 

But I've never had a problem being alone. I have an overactive imagination. So I began to plot. Ways to get Sango to teach me until I felt good enough to show my skills here, assuming we were invited back of course. Ways to get Sango and Miroku together, because I think they would be good for one another. Ways to be friends with Kikyou. The girl had been putting off a malicious vibe lately and I just hoped it had nothing to do with me.

 

Soon my thoughts turned to Kouga. He had finally gotten himself a steady apartment, and a job. He was a part time college student as well. Yet somehow he found ways to be smothering. He'd only been in Cali since the first week of September and already it felt like months upon months had passed. In fact the only peace I had I had gotten this past week because he flew back to New York to check in on his cousins, Ginta and Hakkaku. I wasn't too sure how to feel about the idea of those two moving out here. I've always enjoyed `me' time, and with Kouga those times were few and far between.

 

He always insisted on being in contact with me. Holding my hand, brushing back my hair, a hand on my back or shoulder.

 

And so possessive. I could almost understand when he got jealous over how much time I spent with Roku. But Kouga also seemed to resent Sango because she took my time away from him.

 

And yet for all his faults I had no doubt he cared.

 

I had no doubts he would love and shelter and protect me. If that's what I wanted. But this isn't the `30's and I don't want to be the little woman. But I don't doubt I can shake those archaic thoughts from his head. And once I've got him trained properly he could be close to perfect.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

Kagome sat alone against the cold glass window as she thought. A tiny smile working it's way across her features.

 

And that's how things went.

 

Saturday mornings Kagome and Sango went to breakfast and met Eri, Yuka, Ayumi, Koharu, and Akitoki at Miroku's around noon where the afternoons were spent tutoring and studying. Saturday night Kagome usually spent with Kouga.

 

Sunday mornings at InuYasha's for sparring or weight training, whatever the boys felt like doing. Most of those mornings Kagome sat in her own little world, dreaming up stories to write down when she got home, even going so far as bringing a notebook so she could write as the ideas came to her. Sunday afternoons Sango taught Kagome a few things and then the two either went to malls, bookstores, or one another's rooms.

 

Life had settled into a routine.

 

Until Kikyou decided she had had enough.

 

 

 

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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?

Kiba—Fang

Tsume—Claw

Shinkuu—Vacuum

 

A/N: To anyone wondering wtf I'm doing with time let me explain. The first 8 chapters covered about six months, chapters 9 until now have been 2 days. I will NOT be going back to the `cover months in a single chapter' thing, but time needs to pick up, especially since it started getting away from me. I also wanted to recap/remind people about Kouga living in Cali, how things were happening with his cousins, and some of the others in the high school. ALSO the next two weeks for me are going to suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, so this is your warning that it may be the 21st before I'm free to write like normal.

 

And as much as some of you may hate this my continuation piece is taking up my brain power right now. I figured out a way to write my own `death of the baddies' and be completely simpatico with whatever Rumiko Takahashi may write in, be it next week, next month, or next year. And because of that I've gotten enthusiastic about writing it. Not to mention the fact that this story had a 3-month head start, a 10 chapter head start…and has only 3 more reviews. Please don't get me wrong, I'm not asking nor begging nor demanding reviews for this piece, I'm just explaining that my motivation right now is with the piece that gets me the most feedback.

 

I want to thank each and every one of you that reviewed, but I get bored sometimes reading through when authors do that. So let me be brief(for once lol). If you enjoy this story you have Leila-chan, and fallenangel7583 to thank. Their continuing support gives me drive to push on even during the worst of days, I love you guys. Bulma, timeturnner 1, you guys make me smile, I hope you're with me till the end. =)

 

 

 

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