InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Value Of A Woman ❯ Thursday - Find Myself Making Mad Calls To You ( Chapter 4 )

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Inu-Channie :P

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Thursday - Find Myself Making Mad Calls To You

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A male mocking another will lead to an eventual clash…

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It turned out Kagome wasn’t bothered at all that her husband was leaving her for two days.

“More time for me,” she reasoned. “At least I won’t have to deal with you.” And with that she threw out exactly what Inuyasha needed for his trip downstairs.

“Thanks!” he had called – he wasn’t sure whether he meant to be sarcastic but about a minute later, a small suitcase came flying down the stairs. As he opened it a message inside read:

‘You’re welcome.’

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The bus ride was short - just over 40 minutes and the tired men and women of Kiba-Tai Investors were escorted into the Shiro Royale Hotel for the night’s rest. Inuyasha couldn’t give a toss whether the hotel was -1.5 stars or fucking 16…he now had a new dilemma. He was sharing a room with Miroku but to irritate him even more while he was tired and having a marriage problem…

“I’m afraid we only have a double bed reserved for you two, sir,” the receptionist replied calmly, slightly amused – two men and a double bed? The possibilities…

Ego roared indignantly in Inuyasha’s head like the beast he was and began putting words into the hanyou’s mouth…

<<Listen, woman, I’m tired…>>

“Listen, I’m tired…”

<<Not quite what I had in mind…GIRLY-BOYS! Stop messing with the fucking control panel!>> Sensitivity and SD Miroku Sensitivity looked away innocently whistling and smiling at the butterflies that appeared above their heads. Ego snatched away Inuyasha’s Control Joystick away from the two and continued to use the hanyou to vent his frustrations. <<Erm, where was I? I’m restless…>>

“I’m restless…”

<<…and you better get that cute ass of yours working to find me TWO beds because I’m not fucking sharing with him!>>

“And I’m asking you to find me a room with two beds because I’m not sharing with him. I’m happy being married and he’s happy being mentally challenged.” Miroku deflated considerably so did SD Miroku-Ego…

<<Touché Inu-boy…not even I thought of that>> Ego said gleefully.

<<That was harsh dude>> SD Miroku-Ego whispered to his counterpart, carefully avoiding the ears of their ‘sensitive’ counterparts.

<<It’s an ego eat ego world out there…learn to deal with it>> Ego retorted.

Eventually the receptionist found a room for the two but on a different floor. Inuyasha hurriedly muttered that they didn’t care and the best friends tramped up to their room.

“Man did you have to get so defensive?” Miroku asked as he followed Inuyasha through into their room. He barely noticed the house sized bedroom, the huge single beds and en suite bathroom lurking to the side. “Is there something wrong with us sharing a bed?” Miroku continued, sounding a little peeved. Inuyasha stripped down to his boxers quickly and crawled into one of the single beds, pulling the covers up to his ears.

“Yes,” he bit out angrily. Miroku chuckled all the way to the adjoining bathroom. Inuyasha looked over at the small phone on the bedside table with bleary eyes and wondered what Kagome was up to. Should he call? Even if it was just to say “I got here safely?” He picked up the phone and started to dial the first few numbers but then hung up. He couldn’t do it, it would be wrong to apologise over the phone anyway. Shit, he still didn’t know what he was apologising for.

Miroku stuck his head from around the corner of the bathroom. He obviously hadn’t seen what Inuyasha was about to do for he would have been more sympathetic.

“Am I that bad?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“But don’t you love me baby?”

“Miroku I fucking SWEAR-!”

“Alright, alright, chill out man. I’m just saying you could have used me for your own purposes if we shared a bed-“

Miroku now knew the consequences of a tired, angry and pissed off Inuyasha and Ego and a Hush Puppy shoe…that would leave a scar…

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The Shiro Business Centre was small, but had a back room big enough for a group of about 30 people. The room was white, except for a few dashes of colour in the form of balloons and letters – obviously a paediatrician facility. Ayumi stood in the middle of her business unit and started the day’s practices.

“Right, according to the new rules of Kiba-Tai foundation it is necessary that we all know some form of first aid.” She smiled through the group’s collective groans. “Yeah and here you all thought it was gonna be a field trip. So today, we’re going to practice on each other within different situations. For example…children. Lets take a child…Miroku come here, sit in the middle.” Miroku got up, looking perfectly healthy apart from a big, fat red bruise on the side of his forehead.

“As you can see, the baby has already got a boo-boo so we’re going to sort him out first.” Ayumi said, pinching his cheek and talking to him like a baby. “Any volunteers?” The room was still laughing at Miroku’s predicament…except Inuyasha.

She narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I have to pull him out of this; he can’t bring it to the workplace.’ Ayumi thought, not knowing that Inuyasha was angry at Miroku right now and not stressed over Kagome.

“Inuyasha! Come treat the baby. Look, this poor innocent thing needs your help,” Miroku had the face of ‘die arrogant bastard’ on it and Ayumi chuckled slightly as Inuyasha narrowed his eyes into golden slits. He glared ferociously at his wife’s friend’s husband (he hated all those links) and reluctantly stood up and walked to the middle.

“Act as if he were really a kid,” Ayumi said as she winked and backed away. Miroku was pouting, his bottom lip about ready to touch the floor with an angry look in his eyes.

“He’s already acting like one.” Inuyasha commented. Snickers were heard from the group. Ayumi made a signal with her hands for him to continue so Inuyasha sighed and bent down to eye level with his ‘best friend’.

“Hi there little guy. What’s your name?”

“I’m a shit-head.”

“Well then you’re a shit-head-“ the group had burst into laughter then, Ayumi trying to quieten them down. “-what happened to you?”

“My best friend threw a shoe at my head.” The women in the group all murmured “aww”. Inuyasha had a clipboard with him and paper and instead of writing notes he was making a stick man drawing of Miroku and himself and depicting various ways in which he could kill the overbearing, superficially annoying, disgustingly inconsiderate, son of a…

<<Ego! Stop those thoughts at once!>> Sensitivity cried, trying to calm down the spark that was fuelling between the two rivalling Egos. SD Miroku-Ego looked particularly dangerous at the moment…

<<Keh! Fine, I’ll change it>> Ego muttered.

Inuyasha had a clipboard with him and paper and instead of writing notes he was making a stick man drawing of Miroku and himself and depicting various ways in which he could kill the overbearing, superficially annoying, disgustingly inconsiderate, son of a…monkey.

<<He, he…>> Ego snickered.

“Oh? And why’s that you think?” Inuyasha asked innocently.

“Because he wasn’t being screwed by his wife so he threw his stupid shoe at me - took it out on me.” All the men made noises that practically yelled ‘that was below the belt! Come back with something!” Inuyasha glared angrily at his friend, the two egos sparking once more…

<<Bringeth the smacketh downeth!>> Ego shouted angrily, his black tuxedo gone replaced by boxer shorts and boxing gloves, both red and black.

<<Coming right at ya>> SD Miroku-Ego replied.

<<Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? For Ego to take down somebody with a head as big as his own?>> Sensitivity whispered over to SD Miroku-Sensitivity.

<<Are you saying my brother has a big head?>> SD Miorku-Sensitivity replied stoutly.

<<No, no of course not->>

<<Beat him down! Show him that the Mirokus are stronger than they will ever know!>> SD Miroku-Sensitivity shouted.

<<Why you->> Sensitivity started then stood up brandishing a ‘Go, Ego, Go!’ banner.

<<Knock him into next Tuesday bro!”>>

“You know, for such a little kid you have foul language. And it’s wrong to have underage sex…remember that.” Inuyasha replied, ruffling Miroku’s hair roughly. The group laughed. Inuyasha stalked over to the first aid box, took out some medical tape, small scissors, cotton wads and antiseptic.

“Now I’m going to put some antiseptic on the cotton so we can stop your head from getting bigger than it already is…” he applied some of the liquid to the cotton and put it over the bruise-bump on Miroku’s forehead, pressing down on it unnecessarily hard to keep it in place long enough for him to cut some tape. Miroku's face screwed in pain and anger. “Now I’m just going to tape it in place and we should be all done.” He cut four strips and applied it the square cotton wad, keeping the wad in place. “There we go.” Inuyasha said, hitting the area with the bruise as if to keep the wad in place even though it was already stuck down…and he was hitting quite hard…

“Back off, man!” Miroku shouted and he jumped to his feet. He pushed Inuyasha away from him, who was practically snarling and cracking his knuckled. The men in the group stood up, or stayed on ends of chairs ready to break up any possibility of a fight. Although none of them had broken up a fight between a human and a hanyou. How would they handle Inuyasha? Ayumi looked agitated.

“It’s not my fault you want to be childish!” Inuyasha growled. “There was no need for what you said Miroku. So naturally you act like a child, I’ll treat you like one!”

“Just don’t take out your sexual frustrations out on me because you’re not getting laid-“ he never got the rest of his sentence finished because Inuyasha tackled Miroku to the floor, hands around the dark haired man’s neck. Inuyasha was considerably stronger: his demonic strength was a huge plus but the fights he had with Kagome…they played a big part in increasing his stamina. Miroku was just about holding him off. But fortunately the other men pulled the two apart, a big group of them restraining Inuyasha more than Miroku.

“That’s enough! You’re both acting like children if you ask me-!” Ayumi started.

“Nobody fucking asked you anyway…” Inuyasha whispered coldly. Golden slits met icy brown eyes, testing one another’s strength. The room was so silent; the slightest noise would have set off everybody like a line of dominoes. She walked over to Inuyasha, facing him square although she was shorter.

“Go cool off Inuyasha. Don’t come back until you’ve learnt to grow up by at least 20 years. Do you hear me?” He snarled threateningly, not unnoticed by everybody else, but Ayumi ignored it, even angrier than before. “I said do you hear me?!”

“Loud and clear,” he said. He ripped himself out of the grasp of the others, and stalked to the door, slamming it forcefully behind him.

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<<You know what, I can’t handle this anymore! The pressure’s too much. I can’t control this break up. What’ll happen to Merciless?>> Ego sighed exasperatedly. <<I just want to see her again>>

<<Well you’re not going the right way about it>> Sensitivity replied, bandaging Ego’s arm from his previous fight with SD Miroku-Ego. <<And Merciless can take care of herself…of that I’m sure. She’s a very independent creature…>> Ego turned to Sensitivity a pleading look on his Inuyasha features.

<<You gotta get them back together, you just gotta…>>

<<Well I did have something in mind…>>

Inuyasha sat down in the Shiro Centre courtyard, under a large tree…almost big as the one in his backyard back home. Home. Kagome. He thought about calling her again and fingered the little phone in his pocket. Using voice dialling, the phone began to ring.

“…Hello?” it was her. She was still there and she sounded less angry, especially when she didn’t know it was him. Guiltily he hung up again and cursed himself. He just didn’t feel right apologising this way. Something had to be different.

Of course this was where he truly began to think about things and maybe see that his ego was getting in the way.

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