Assignment #3:
Learn to see other paths in life. Write an alternate ending to the last movie you saw. If it was your story, how would you end it?
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"Push him off the tower!" growls a young woman angrily.
"Kagome!"
A louder, more masculine growl erupted when his girl got scolded. Kagome turned and gave Inuyasha a small smile of gratitude before turning to look innocently at the female beside her with short dark hair. Was her name Eri? Keh, they all the same.
"Shush and just watch the movie." Kagome sulked at the reprimand and sunk down lower in her chair and took another sip of her watered down soda.
Inuyasha growled again at the female who kept hissing at Kagome. He wouldn't have agreed to come to this stupid movie thing if he had known that they would run into those three females. When Kagome had explained what her assignment was, he didn't see any harm in going along with her. After all, sitting in the dark surrounded by strangers didn't seem very safe. And since it was his job to keep her safe...
And it was a good thing he came too! There were males sniffing around everywhere! It was like there were a million Mirokus! He couldn't believe that some of them had the NERVE to make a pass at Kagome with HIM standing RIGHT THERE! There wasn't a pure thought among them, either. He hated the way that they were looking at Kagome. They might have been looking at the other females with them too, but they weren't his problem. Oh sure, he'd protect them if he had to since Kagome seemed attached to them.
Initially he had tried to keep his body between Kagome and the males trying to get her attention. But as sure as he'd block one side, there would be something happening on the other. If it wasn't males trying to attract her, then it was couples touching each other inappropriately. Miroku would fit right in, now that he thought about it.
And the things the people wore! How did their families let them leave the house wearing those things. Or not wearing them as the case may be. The suit Kagome bathes in, not that he looked of course, covered more than some of those outfits! Seeing how common it was to wear such things made Inuyasha a little nervous. Just to be safe he'd go check out Kagome's closet when they got home.
It had actually been a relief to go into the theater and have the lights dim, regardless of the sticky floors (he'd thank Kagome later for forcing him to wear the shoes) and cramped up seats. When the movie started she focused entirely on the screen, though occasionally she would make quiet comments meant for his ears only.
Of course he had seen movies before, but only on the television at Kagome's home. The giant screen was great, though it was a bit too loud for his sensitive hearing. He was almost grateful for the baseball cap that at least muffled it a little bit.
There were so many smells around that it took Inuyasha a few moments to notice the smell of Kagome's tears. He was about to demand that she tell him what was wrong when he noticed that those weren't sad tears, they were angry ones. Quickly he tried to think of what he might have done that would have ticked her off to spark that pink glow that seemed to be catching the ends of her hair on fire. Stealing her popcorn didn't seem like a purifying offense, and it looked like she was two seconds from purifying something.
Luckily the lights came back on and the glow faded, bringing Inuyasha's heartrate back down to normal.
"Let's go grab a burger!" suggested one of the females cheerfully.
The other two agreed quickly. Kagome was a little more slow to say, "Sure."
Inuyasha followed them silently. Before the movie the three females had tried to rope him into conversation. Stubbornly he kept his mouth shut. He was glad when they finally quit, though he wasn't too sure he liked the look in their eyes. It was the same look he had seen people give when judging livestock, and he didn't seem to be measuring up. Like I care. Their opinions don't matter. But what if their opinions mattered to Kagome? Keeping an eye out for possible dangers, Inuyasha followed them to the fast food place that always smelled so good. He let Kagome order for him, though he did remind her that he didn't like the cheese that tasted like plastic.
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Creative Writing
FanfictionKagome needs extra credit and gets a little help from her friends with her Creative Writing assignments.