And you're right, if you called me a bitch right here, right now; I would have smacked you so hard, you'll not only be seeing stars, but you'll be seeing flying fairies and unicorns too. Dummy.
Just for the record, you don't have to worry about, "pulling anyone's dick out and feeding it to them," because no one laid a hand on me. I kept my promise, and I didn't dance with anyone either. The party wasn't all that great. Sango got a little crazy, you know how she gets with liquor. Her and Miroku are having a lover's spat, and they were both trying to prove something to eachother by having fun with other people. Geez, I'm surrounded by idiots, aren't I?
The snow is clearing up, but weather forecasts' claim that it wont even get a chance to fully clear up, before it starts snowing again. I'm beginning to hate the snow, no matter how pretty it is. I just keep thinking about how much I miss seeing your half-a-second smile. By the way, your smile is sweet, whether you like it or not. If you really don't like that description, then how about 'cute' or 'adorable'? Do you like those, any better?
Ha! At this point, you're probably scowling at the screen already. You're just too predictable Inuyasha, but I still love you.
So, how are you doing out there? You never really fill me in on your little rendezvous. You better not be having too much fun. -_-
Shit, Sango's screaming for me now. I have to end this email here. Brunettes with hang over's are dangerous, especially pissed off ones. Shit, shit, shit! I can already feel the vomit on my clothes. This is why I choose not to drink. GAH!
Inuyasha's lips quirked into a smirk, his violet eyes skimming through the message once more. He missed being surrounded by his friends and family, and like the whipped man that he was, he missed just being near his Kagome the most. No matter how much time passed, a vivid image of baby blue's and obsidian waves would remain implanted in his minds eye. A flawless optical allusion of his bride-to-be, because she damn sure was going to be the woman that he would marry.
No one else.
Apparently, America was the most festive during December with promises of holiday cheer and celebrations with loved ones.
It only made him lonelier. Northern California was nice with a variety of different cultures, and although he wasn't too social, there were still plenty of friendly people that he met. But, it just wasn't his home. He missed Japan, he missed his family, he missed his friends, and dammit - he missed Kagome!
To put it plainly, he was home-sick.
While, his family was fairly well-off with a more than decently successful business, they were going through some trouble with a few bitter assholes. Law suits were being made, and wild rumors were being concocted about his family name. In the midst of all the chaos, he was planted thousands of miles away while his family scrambled to fight off the sudden disorder.
The result of this tumult for 'lil ol' him?
Well - his plans, the fire that kept him going these last few months, were extinguished.
He was advised to stay put in California. After all, Christmas wasn't too big of a deal in Japan anyway.
But, spending Christmas with friends, family, and Kagome was tradition for him.
So, how could he possibly survive the occasion without them?
Especially when he already made special plans for this Christmas year.