InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ With One Wish ❯ Chapter 11

Inuyasha gritted his teeth as he pried his fingers from the batch of dough he had been trying to knead, grumbling about the mess. His father was calling for him again as he pushed through the kitchen doors, into the main part of the teashop. He heard the rumble of his father’s laughter, and turned to glare at him.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked huffily. His father shook his head, and pointed a thumb at a young man sitting by the window.

“Your friend’s here to see you, dough boy” his father replied. Inuyasha growled and ducked under the counter and walked toward the dark-haired boy. As he approached the boy tore his gaze from a girl he’d been ogling, his azure eyes widening at the sight of his friend.

“What did you do, jump in a bag of flour?” The boy chuckled. Inuyasha growled and wiped his dough-covered fingers on his apron. The boy chuckled again. Inuyasha had been surprised when he arrived late to class to find this boy who so strongly resembled Miroku waving to him from the back of the class. Inuyasha had been even more surprised when he found out they were friends and had been since they were three. The only thing this boy didn’t have in common with Miroku was he didn’t wear the garb of a monk, and of course his name was different.

“Shut up, I’m not what you’d call a baker. Now what are you doing here Hiroshi?” Inuyasha asked. Hiroshi rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, balancing on its two back legs as he held the table with one hand.

“I came to remind you that we have track practice in an hour,” He told him.

“Track?” Inuyasha asked. Hiroshi nodded, his gaze shifting again to the girl he’d watched earlier.

“Yes, you run the ten-meter dash. We have a meet this weekend,” Hiroshi replied. Inuyasha thought about this for a minute. He was starting to get this strange feeling this had happened before, like a dream sense and a familiarity to this day. Seeing Hiroshi in his class had been surprising but still he fell right into talking to him, like they truly had been friends all their lives. Inuyasha didn’t know why but being here. In this time and setting seemed so real and comfortable, like maybe the feudal era and all its problems had been merely a dream in it’s self.

“Inuyasha, don’t tell me you forgot again?” Hiroshi said, bringing Inuyasha back from his thoughts.

“No, I didn’t,” Inuyasha snapped. Hiroshi rolled his eyes and settled his chair back on all its legs before he got to his feet. He smirked at Inuyasha, as his eyes found their way to the girl as she stood from her seat, a look of irritation passing her features at his stare.

“Good, I’ll be by in an hour to walk with you,” Hiroshi said, eyes following the girl as she passed him by. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow as the girl sped by, her umber hair whipping back and forth in her ponytail. Hiroshi seemed to turn and then follow her, he stopped at the door as it slammed in his face, and quickly turned back to Inuyasha, remembering something.. “Oh and you better shine at practice today other wise coach is going to give your position to Takero”

“What do you mean?” Inuyasha growled. Takero, the dumb kid, had to be this era’s version of Kouga. “That damn idiot!” Inuyasha shouted. Hiroshi held up his hands in a careless matter and stepped out the door, quick to catch up to the girl. Inuyasha watched through the large windows as Hiroshi tried to strike up a conversation. Inuyasha’s eyes widened at the girl who turned to glare to the boy. She definitely looked like Sango. Hiroshi said something, one of his hands sneaking toward the girl’s unsuspecting backside.

Inuyasha let out a chuckle as the girl smacked Hiroshi across the face, stomping away while the boy clutched his cheek, a smile on his face. Inuyasha shook his head and then went to find his father, who had disappeared while he was talking to Hiroshi. He’d need to get ready for practice, and he was determined to shine, because damn him if he let that wolf win, even in this era.

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