InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yolks On Me ❯ Yolks on Me ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Inuyasha crew nor do I make any profit from this fan fiction :,,(

The Yolks on Me.
It was the day before school started, and I was standing at the end of the checkout stand, waiting for the next customer. A man wheeled his cart into the checkout line as if he were racing in the Indianapolis 500. He swung his gym bag out of the basket and glanced up at me as I asked, “Paper or plastic?” Since he was looking at me, he didn’t notice that he was holding his ‘Shikon High’ bag upside down, and unzipped. Everything spilled out. For a moment, all you could see was his mouth gaping at his sweaty shoes, shorts, and other personal items lying on the floor.

I decided he looked like a plastic man, so I started to bag up his groceries. After all that, I didn’t think choosing the type of bag he wanted was high on his list of priorities. His face was completely red. His black hair with unusual silver streaks was pulled back into a very authoritive looking pony tail. He looked very agitated, and was mumbling some very rude obscenities under his breath that he didn’t think I could hear.

And in all this mess, he was very, very attractive.

I had never seen someone his age with that muscle definition in this part of the country, nor the color of eyes he had. Both eyes were streaked with flecks of blue and amber; a very strange combination.

I was watching all this activity and bagging his groceries at the same time. When I reached for the eggs, I wasn’t looking. Suddenly, it felt as if the eggs all hatched and flew right out of my hands. I stepped back to get a mop, and it seemed that my feet grew wings as well, and flew right out from under me. Before I knew it, I was part of an omelet.

It did get worse.

Every time I tried to stand up, I slipped right back down. Then a hand reached out for me. It was the man who had dropped his bag. He said, “Here, let me help you,” And started trying to pull me up.

When I look back on it, he was nice to help, but I should’ve seen where it was going to end up.

The more he pulled the farther down he leaned. His face and mine were a breath apart. One sharp movement and I would’ve been lip locked with the most gorgeous man in Tokyo. But of course, at that very moment I could see his foot slide out from under him, and we became a two person omelet…

I hauled ass out of there.

The next day school started. I showed up early for my history class, trying to make a good impression on the new teacher. When the bell rang, students filed into the room, sat down, and started chatting. Then the teacher walked into the room. He had black, silver streaked hair flowing down his back.

It was the egg-guy.

He sat down his case, and started talking about what we would be doing in class that year. When he said the assignments must be turned in “eggs-actly” on time, it seemed as if he said the “eggs“ part of the word louder and looked directly at me. I don’t think it was my imagination.

Right before the bell rang, he gave us each our first assignment on a slip of folded paper. As I unfolded my slip, I saw him smile. The slip said, ‘Write about your most embarrassing moment.’


And so went my first occurrences with the man who changed my life forever: Inuyasha Taisho.