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Adult ++
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19
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17,276
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22
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Entry 6
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Author’s Note: I am indebted to sunsetmiko for the idea of the gang playing Truth or Dare (in her story “Truth or Dare”). I give it my own Dear Diary twist, but she’s the genius I gratefully snagged the concept from.
Entry 6
Dear Diary,
Today’s lesson: Never play Truth or Dare with Inuyasha. I mean, it’s not like the others could figure it out either—well, except for Miroku who doesn’t seem to have turned down a dare in his life. But from the start it was a circus.
Me: “It’s this game where you have to answer questions and if you don’t want to then you opt for a dare, which means doing something you get asked you to do.” Totally clear, ne?
Sango: “What if you don’t want to do the dare either?”
Me: “You have to.”
Miroku (winking at me): “Sounds great.”
Inuyasha: “Who the hell would want to play that stupid game?”
Me: “Sit.”
Sango (looking nervous): “Well, I suppose we could try it.”
Shippo: “I’ll do all the dares! I’m not scared!”
Everyone else (rolling eyes at Shippo): Silence.
Me (smiling at Shippo): Great! (He’s just a kid, after all. But I can see that including him in the game is going to mess it up for adult purposes.)
Miroku: “Do we get to ask anything we want of anyone we want?”
Sango: Smacks Miroku because he’s leaning over to feel her ass while he asks this. She hits him before he even gets there. Nice.
Me: “Yeah, one person at a time. We take turns.”
Kirara: Yawns. Closes eyes.
Inuyasha: “I’m not answering anything I don’t want to.”
Me: “Sit.”
Inuyasha: “What the fuck! Stop doing that!”
Me: “Then shut up and just play.”
Inuyasha: “No way.”
Sango: “I don’t know about this…”
Miroku (waggling his eyebrows): “I’ll answer anything you like, Sango.”
This goes on for about a half hour. I keep telling them we should just try it and they keep hedging and Sango’s slapping Miroku like it’s going out of style and I’m sitting Inuyasha until he’s black and blue and Shippo wanders off away from the scary adults (as if) and Kirara snores contentedly. I finally tell them they suck and I’d rather play with Naraku and Kagura who would at least not be such chickenshits. We then spend ten minutes talking about what “chickenshit” means while Inuyasha acts all outraged at the implication that Naraku is more fun than he is. I just look at him. He does the “What? What? What?” thing at me. Then everyone is silent.
As always, my goal here is just to get Inuyasha to open up. If I also get jollies watching Sango squirm (she’s been putting me off totally since she and Miroku are getting it on now, though she still pretends they’re not) and if I enjoy seeing Miroku in his anything-goes pervert element, then what’s the problem? What I really hope is that someone other than me will ask Inuyasha some serious questions: has he had sex? who has a hotter body, me or Kikyo? does he have the hots for his brother? Stuff like that. And if he won’t answer them, fine. I’ll make him strip. I’ll make him kiss Miroku. I’ll make him jealous by confessing to fucking everyone we’ve ever met (which will probably mostly be true). And I’ll get some sake and make everyone do body shots off my tits if that’s what it takes to loosen up around here!
At this point, I’m frustrated but also raring to go. I know Miroku is, too. You gotta love the dude. Too bad he doesn’t have fuzzy ears and a great head of hair like Inuyasha. Wonder if he’s ever tried to grow it out?
Anyhow, finally, they stop fighting and we get down to playing. I let Miroku start, though I wonder if it is the best idea. My mind’s as dirty as his, but I know how to keep it cool and he doesn’t, or anyway he won’t.
He says, “Inuyasha, how many times have you tried on Sango’s slayer suit when she’s asleep?”
Inuyasha’s mouth drops open.
Sango’s mouth drops open.
My mouth drops open. (How did I not know this was going on?!)
Miroku smirks bigtime.
Shippo is long gone.
Kirara opens an eye. She’s no dummy.
Inuyasha turns bright red, jumps up, yells “Fuck you, Miroku!” and leaps on top of him, punching and kicking like a mad hanyo.
Miroku is laughing too hard to fight back (he looks like he’s loving this).
Sango blushes and it seems like she can’t decide whether to laugh or punch Inuyasha herself.
I sigh and shake my head. I smile, but not for the same reason as Miroku. I’m wondering if Inuyasha would look good in that tight black outfit. I bet he would.
Needless to say, that as far as the game gets before I walk off to take a swim. Maybe we should try strip poker next time.
Dewa kore de!
Kagome
Author’s Note: I am indebted to sunsetmiko for the idea of the gang playing Truth or Dare (in her story “Truth or Dare”). I give it my own Dear Diary twist, but she’s the genius I gratefully snagged the concept from.
Entry 6
Dear Diary,
Today’s lesson: Never play Truth or Dare with Inuyasha. I mean, it’s not like the others could figure it out either—well, except for Miroku who doesn’t seem to have turned down a dare in his life. But from the start it was a circus.
Me: “It’s this game where you have to answer questions and if you don’t want to then you opt for a dare, which means doing something you get asked you to do.” Totally clear, ne?
Sango: “What if you don’t want to do the dare either?”
Me: “You have to.”
Miroku (winking at me): “Sounds great.”
Inuyasha: “Who the hell would want to play that stupid game?”
Me: “Sit.”
Sango (looking nervous): “Well, I suppose we could try it.”
Shippo: “I’ll do all the dares! I’m not scared!”
Everyone else (rolling eyes at Shippo): Silence.
Me (smiling at Shippo): Great! (He’s just a kid, after all. But I can see that including him in the game is going to mess it up for adult purposes.)
Miroku: “Do we get to ask anything we want of anyone we want?”
Sango: Smacks Miroku because he’s leaning over to feel her ass while he asks this. She hits him before he even gets there. Nice.
Me: “Yeah, one person at a time. We take turns.”
Kirara: Yawns. Closes eyes.
Inuyasha: “I’m not answering anything I don’t want to.”
Me: “Sit.”
Inuyasha: “What the fuck! Stop doing that!”
Me: “Then shut up and just play.”
Inuyasha: “No way.”
Sango: “I don’t know about this…”
Miroku (waggling his eyebrows): “I’ll answer anything you like, Sango.”
This goes on for about a half hour. I keep telling them we should just try it and they keep hedging and Sango’s slapping Miroku like it’s going out of style and I’m sitting Inuyasha until he’s black and blue and Shippo wanders off away from the scary adults (as if) and Kirara snores contentedly. I finally tell them they suck and I’d rather play with Naraku and Kagura who would at least not be such chickenshits. We then spend ten minutes talking about what “chickenshit” means while Inuyasha acts all outraged at the implication that Naraku is more fun than he is. I just look at him. He does the “What? What? What?” thing at me. Then everyone is silent.
As always, my goal here is just to get Inuyasha to open up. If I also get jollies watching Sango squirm (she’s been putting me off totally since she and Miroku are getting it on now, though she still pretends they’re not) and if I enjoy seeing Miroku in his anything-goes pervert element, then what’s the problem? What I really hope is that someone other than me will ask Inuyasha some serious questions: has he had sex? who has a hotter body, me or Kikyo? does he have the hots for his brother? Stuff like that. And if he won’t answer them, fine. I’ll make him strip. I’ll make him kiss Miroku. I’ll make him jealous by confessing to fucking everyone we’ve ever met (which will probably mostly be true). And I’ll get some sake and make everyone do body shots off my tits if that’s what it takes to loosen up around here!
At this point, I’m frustrated but also raring to go. I know Miroku is, too. You gotta love the dude. Too bad he doesn’t have fuzzy ears and a great head of hair like Inuyasha. Wonder if he’s ever tried to grow it out?
Anyhow, finally, they stop fighting and we get down to playing. I let Miroku start, though I wonder if it is the best idea. My mind’s as dirty as his, but I know how to keep it cool and he doesn’t, or anyway he won’t.
He says, “Inuyasha, how many times have you tried on Sango’s slayer suit when she’s asleep?”
Inuyasha’s mouth drops open.
Sango’s mouth drops open.
My mouth drops open. (How did I not know this was going on?!)
Miroku smirks bigtime.
Shippo is long gone.
Kirara opens an eye. She’s no dummy.
Inuyasha turns bright red, jumps up, yells “Fuck you, Miroku!” and leaps on top of him, punching and kicking like a mad hanyo.
Miroku is laughing too hard to fight back (he looks like he’s loving this).
Sango blushes and it seems like she can’t decide whether to laugh or punch Inuyasha herself.
I sigh and shake my head. I smile, but not for the same reason as Miroku. I’m wondering if Inuyasha would look good in that tight black outfit. I bet he would.
Needless to say, that as far as the game gets before I walk off to take a swim. Maybe we should try strip poker next time.
Dewa kore de!
Kagome