Notes
I’m out of practice, so this may suck bad. To get back into the rhythm of writing, I’m fanficcing and YOU are the victim I chose to check it.
I like Inuyasha’s doggish side, so please
don’t be surpised if I portray him very dog-like…
As for
language, English ain’t my mothertongue, bear with me^^;
Inuyasha
dusted his clothes and coughed squeakily. That useless old man who was Kagome’s
grandfather certainly wouldn’t die if he tried to clean this well a little. No
wonder Kagome always had her kleenex with her. Muttering something about him
having fleas, he tramped out of the barn where the well was in.
He walked
over to the house and entered without knocking. Although he wasn’t wearing any
shoes anyway, he could have dusted off his dirty feet. Being a dog however,
it’s the dirtier the cleaner. “Oy, Kagome!” he shouted, and shoved open the
door to the living room. Nobody home. He went upstairs. Again, nobody. Moping,
he made for his favourite place of the house: the kitchen. Straightway for the
fridge. He opened it just to find some dry fish, an opened tin of cat food and
some milk. He didn’t really count the vegetables. “Huuh…” he sighed,
disappointed about the fridge’s limited hospitality. WAIT! What was that!?
White… brown… some beige, some pink. The colors looked all but edible to the
vintage hanyou, but it showed clear signs of someone having eaten from it
already. And it smelled… good!
He pulled
out the layer cake, surprised at its weight he’d underestimated, and it slipped
off the plate.
Silence.
Devastated,
he looked at the cake which was no more than a blob of cream and pastry.
Silent, he sat next to it and eyed it with mild annoyance. “And here I thought
I’d found something good,” he grouched. Again, silence. Inuyasha and the cake, both
sitting on the cold kitchen floor, seemed to be holding a silent conversation.
A sigh
escaped his mouth and nose at the same time, and when he sniffed to get his
runaway breath back, he caught the scent of the cake which wasn’t yet lost. He
stuck a probing finger in the mass and licked it clean. Not bad. Next, he
buried his whole left hand in the goop and brought it down crashing on his
mouth. White and pink framed his lips.
“Mrrrow”
Huh?
”Mowowow!”
He spun
around, ears risen in alarm. Buyo! The fat cat had snuck up on him, probably to
part him with his cake! Inuyasha growled, the hair on his neck standing on end.
Buyo, stupid or arrogant we do not know, ignored the harsh warning issued by
the dog creature and walked past him to sit next to what used to be a cake.
“HEY, WHAT
THE!?”
Inuyasha
pushed himself from the sleek floor, his right foot slipped and he landed his
face in the former cake. His stomach hurt. Something was moving, kicking his
abdomen and pricking his navel. Was the cake poisoned? He got himself off the
floor and sat back to scrub Buyo off his belly.
“Oh, that
was you!” he stated dryly as he dropped the fat cat which absorbed the impact
of its landing with… not his paws, but its blubber.
‘Maybe if
they fed you less…’ Inuyasha thought as he took one last hand ful of cake coop,
swiftly chewing it, his mouth wide open. He chuckled. He usually didn’t notice
himself chewing with his mouth gaping, but since he was at Kagome’s, he
remembered how gross she found him doing that. She’d then shut his mouth with
one hand while covering her eyes in disgust with the other. So, to tease her,
he started doing it on purpose when in her presence. However, he soon stopped
as he was being SIT everytime he did it. Unlike Kagome, to a dog like Inuyasha
it was perfectly normal to chew with your yap wide open.
His stomach
full, almost to the point of being sick, with opulent buttercream cake, he
strolled out of the kitchen and made for Kagome’s room. There he found a diary,
labelled “Travelling with Inuyasha & Co.” He smiled and opened it using his
fangs as it was locked.
The first
entry read,
“Oh boy,
what in the world was that?! Some gross centipede monster dragged me into our
well and when I got out, I was caught in an old Japan! The monster tried to
kill me to get the Shikon jewel which I was accused to have. Well, I guess I
did…
Anyways,
there was this guy, Inuyasha! I swear, so weird!”
Weird..?
And why mention that lowly mukadejoro first..?!
“He had, no kidding!, furry dog ears and long silver hair. Oh yeah, I almost forgot: he was pinned to the same tree as ours, with an arrow in his chest!”
“Keh! Maybe
YOU almost forgot, but I hell didn’t!”
“Somehow,
he woke up and told me to remove the arrow so he could kill the monster. I did
– gross, I had to put an arrow from the flesh of a boy who smells like a wet
dog!!! – and he killed the monster. Then, he tried to kill me.
Inuyasha
blushed in embarrassment – back then, he truly was a rabid mutt. As he is now,
it was unthinkable to him to ever hurt Kagome again. Maybe, well, to tease her
a little, he would maybe, but…
“The old lady, her name is Kaede, then put a rosary around his neck and told me to subdue him. I didn’t know what to do, so I just called “SIT!” I don’t know why I said that, but it worked!
Now I
know his name is Inuyasha and he’s a “hanyou”. He’s such a rude, foul-mouthed
brute!! The way he treats me is all but gentle! He curses, he yells, he barks,
he growls, he eats with his yap wide open, he steals, he hits people, he
smells, he… OOOH he’s such a punk!!!!!!!!!”
Inuyasha
fell over on his back and laughed, preciously holding the diary. Then he
smirked mischievously and grabbed a pen off her desk. He rolled over onto his
stomach and stuck his tongue out in deep thought. Afraid to hurt his head if he
thought too much, he just kicked off and wrote on the empty page next to
Kagome’s entry:
“Wenn I
fellt thad thing pressed ageinst me, ofcarse I wok upp! How kood I not, eh??
Wenn I opennd my ice after sutsh a long sleeb, I got sick like shit! I thot tha
was Kikyo!! Only she wassnt so seksy and bretty, no she was tommboish, flat and
uckly!!! But she was so stewpit as she lookd so she pulled the arro out my
shest and I was free.
Afder I
worked my ass off to helb that pigfaced woman that old hag pud a rosary around
my neg! And that stewpit girl sed SIT!! That--!!!!!!!! Now she’s allways doing
that!!!!! And I cannt get it off! So naw I drag her arround but she’s guite
yusful. And nice. She prings me lots of food fromm her world! Its mutsh better
then wha I get in my world!! Its magik, she juss puds worm water on it and it
transforms! And she doesn’t hunnt it: it’s laing around in “konbinnies”! I’m so
luky I mett her!!!! But that keik sugged!”
He compared
his writing to Kagome’s. While it was hard for him to read, writing really was
beyond him. Not only his spelling was a catastrphe, his flow wasn’t a line but
a zig-zag of words. This was embarrassing. He was about to tear it out when he
noticed something stuck to the other side of the page. He turned it and saw –
himself! The photo must have been taken in the beginning of their friendship.
It showed his rolled up figure, drool running from his mouth. The picture was
taken from above. While he was sleeping. He skimmed through the pages and found
more photos, with captions like:
“Inuyasha scratching his ear using his foot. Weirdo.”
“Inuyasha
gnawing my bike’s wheel…”
“Inuyasha
hitting Shippou-chan! SIT!”
“Inuyasha
marking his territory!!”
When he was
about to feel embarrassed about that last one, his voice first skipped out in a
choked bark, then vanished at the next photo.
“Why is
Inuyasha running around naked?”
“Because
Shippou hid my clothes, you…!” he growled with no one to hear him. Shippou was
in for some hell when Inuyasha’d get back.
Reading –
and commenting – diary entries, laughing and yelping over photos and practicing
his handwriting, he didn’t notice how his eyes grew heavy as the sky changed
from blue to orange.