A Piece of Potato Passion by psychocynic
Beat of the Rain
A Piece Of Potato Passion
By Psychocynic
...and her younger sister SexyBod
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and it's characters do not belong to me, nor does Mr. Potato Head, though everything else (including Potato Palace and the original story) belongs to me.
AN: Hey there, this is my, no, me and my sister's first and very feeble attempt at writing a fanfic. It's kind of a crazy story, but, I hope it's not too bad. I heard that writing fanfics was a great way to meet new people and an enjoyable hobby, so, here is Potato Passion!
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Chapter One
Beat of the Rain
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Kagome staggered under the heavy weight of the big bags of potatoes.
Yep, potatoes.
Kagome had a summer job at Potato Palace (a giant superpotato factory that produced all sorts of goods involving, you guessed it, potatoes. Chips, fries, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, hash browns, tater tots, chunky potato soup, potato patties, potato salad... and others never even imagined previously) and was delivering the potatoes there. These days, business was booming, and the potato fields on company property simply couldn't provide enough to keep up with demand. The company had already sent out a horde of trucks to go and grab all the potatoes they could, but even that wasn't enough. So they sent out half of the workers, in cars or on foot, to get any potatoes they could find, from supermarkets, farmer's markets, or farmers themselves.
Kagome herself, however, thought it ridiculous. Just who on earth needed so many?
Apparently, Potato Palace.
Kagome sighed and continued her trek up the road. Poor Kagome. She didn't have a car, not even a bike. Well, inexperienced high-school students got low ended jobs, and low ended jobs (such as peeling potatoes) got low pay.
The sky darkened considerably, and fat drops of rain dampened her work uniform. Rainwater started gathering in the bags of potatoes, increasing its heaviness. Kagome seriously considered dropping a few of them. It started to rain harder, and within seconds, both Kagome and the potatoes were drenched. Kagome started jogging as she looked around for shelter.
Then, suddenly, lightening flashed and thunder roared. Big, mean clouds were hiding the sun.
"YEK!" Kagome screamed as thunder clapped again. She hated thunderstorms. Frantically, she started sprinting, huffing under the bags of potatoes. The potatoes started flying out of the bags as Kagome ran. Up ahead, she spotted a telephone booth.
"Quick! Quick!" Kagome squealed as she scurried towards the telephone booth. By then, all the potatoes had flown away. Rain continued pouring down mercilessly and the winds were howling.
A potato-less Kagome reached the telephone booth and zoomed inside. Safe!
"WAAA!" Kagome shrieked as she crashed into something. Or someone. Huh? It was a man in a business suit making a phone call, looking very pissed.
The man spared her a bored half glance before continuing to yell the hell out of whoever was on the opposite end of the line, acting as if intruding Potato Palace workers were an everyday part of his life.
"It's already 6:10! You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago to set things up! Did you forget where the restaurant is? OR DID YOU JUST FORGET?"
The person on the other end of the line mumbled something incoherent.
"The other factory Head Bosses are all here and waiting! Shit, Inuyasha, this isn't some random drinking party that wouldn't care if you decided to skip over for a do-it-yourself-makeover! THIS IS AN IMPORTANT BUSINESS MEETING, and you better get your goddamn ass over here, unshaven, or not!"
Kagome absently observed the man growling dangerously at 'Inuyasha.'
Dang, he had fangs. Lethal, pointed canines, like the sharp sucked ends of peppermint sticks.
Angry, blood-red eyes, with electric blue slit pupils. Very scary man.
Long, lustrous, moon white hair. Is he 90?
No, that couldn't be.
As Kagome got a better look at the man's face, she found that the business suit-clad man, despite his angry bellowing and feral snarling face, was quite young, and quite...
...hot.
Kagome found herself leaning forward to get a better look. The man didn't seem to notice.
Kagome shook herself, and mentally slapped her forehead. There were more serious matters at hand. After all, how exactly she was to explain to her employer that she lost 200 potatoes?
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---Kagome Dream Sequence---
Timid Potato Palace worker Kagome cowers, like a rabbit in front of an advancing dog, under the deadly gaze of a fiery eyed, poison-dripping Head Boss, who, strangely enough, has taken the shape of the business man yelling on the phone.
"200 potatoes! How could you have lost 200 potatoes?! 200 potatoes!"
"It was only 200 potatoes!"
"It's 200 potatoes!"
"It was only 200 potatoes!"
"200 potatoes!"
"Sorry! Sorry!"
"200 potatoes!"
"They were, um, a dollar each for a bag of 20?"
"It's still 200 potatoes! (employer towers over and casts an ominous shadow over scared and stuttering potato deliverer)"
"(Kagome retreats) But-but th-there was a thunderstorm! They, I mean the potatoes, are, uh... (Kagome searched for a word) casualties of war."
"Thunderstorms are not wars!"
"...(sigh)"
---End of Kagome Dream Sequence---
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Kagome sighed and hung her head in defeat. The thought alone was terrifying. She'd probably have to face the scary Head Boss of Potato Palace, whom all dubbed Mr. Potato Head.
The man on the phone continued to roar.
The thunderstorm outside continued to roar.
Kagome shivered. She was sopping wet and ice cold and she wanted to go home.
Oh why, oh why, oh why did it have to rain in the ides of July?
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Meanwhile...
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way, kay? So shut the- "
"JUST HURRY UP! Did it really take you that long to- "
But neither of them ever got to finish their sentences.
For lightning just struck right outside the booth.
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Time seemed to slow down like a dramatic movie.
It was the proverbial, cliche, once-in-a-lifetime flash.
The deadening roar that would continue to echo in ears days later.
The sizzling crater out on the sidewalk, and smoke blackening the glass of the booth.
A man who continued to roar on the phone.
And the Potato Palace worker who was afraid of such things, Kagome Higurashi.
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"KYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Everyone within a mile of the Potato Palace worker covered their ears.
A still screaming, panic-stricken, quick-reflexed Kagome had pounced upon the nearest telephone pole (like usual) in less than a millisecond.
"OOF!"
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Wait...
Unlike previous occasions, today Kagome was in a telephone booth.
And she was strangling the man who was making a phone call.
The phone clattered to the floor.
There was a faint "Oi! Sesshoumaru! I never knew you as one to scream! You were like 'KYA!-' HAHAHA! So girly sounding! HAHA! I've gotta see this! Hmm? Sesshoumaru? Yo! Hey, ya still there? Still alive? HEY!"
"Get off of me, woman."
"Huh?" Kagome blinked.
And very slowly, looked up.
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