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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^^;

 

 

Home alone

 

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.