InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Sleep ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: starzki 
Final chapter of Endless Sleep. What are the ramifications of Sango's compromise?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.11.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 573 | Status: Completed
Final chapter of Endless Sleep. What are the ramifications of Sango's compromise?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.11.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 573 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: The characters of Inuyasha and The Sandman belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Neil Gaiman, respectively. I'm not profiting from writing this.Author's Note: This is an Inuyasha crossover with Neil Gaiman's Sandman series (mostly crossed with the story from the book The Dream Hunters).-x-Endless Sleep
Epilogue
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Josh fidgeted as he waited for his agent to invite him into his office for their meeting. He had only submitted a very rough draft of the script and the ending, though plotted, wasn’t included. However, since his last script translated into major profits at the box office and was in talks for a television spin-off, interest in his latest work was extremely high.
A subtle buzz sounded on the secretary’s desk phone. She answered, looked up at Josh and said, “Mr. Anders will see you now.”
Josh thanked her and entered his agent’s spacious west Los Angeles office, complete with spectacular view. Mr. Anders was on his feet, smiling and extending his hand for a bone crushing handshake.
As the gentlemen took their seats, Mr. Anders went straight to business. “You’re right. It’s rough. I have questions. I have concerns.” Mr. Anders smoothed down his silk tie that probably cost more than Josh’s monthly car payment.
“You want to know how it ends,” Josh guessed.
“Of course. But I can guess. The warrior mother wakes up, is overjoyed to see her son is no longer suffering his bizarre illness. She throws her weapon into the sea. But what prevents her from trying to renege on the deal she made by just not having more children? Or refusing to train daughters as warriors, too?”
Josh got excited, “But that’s the beauty of her having been in an alternate reality. Though she keeps her initial promises, she doesn’t fully remember her ordeal. It’s as though it was a dream and the memory of that dream slips through her fingers as time goes on. She and her husband are able to convince themselves they embellished the reality of her compromise. They move on with their lives, have more children, and train them all as they normally would. They end up fulfilling their obligation. It will all be very fraught with emotion as she does her damnedest to believe everything was coincidence, just a dream.”
Mr. Anders struck a thoughtful pose, mindful of the way the afternoon sun could make him look appropriately broody and intelligent. Writers really responded positively to thoughtful praise, even criticism, of their work as long as he got the initial pose right. Finally, he said, “I suppose if they got the right actress to play the lead, it would work. But that brings up my other point.”
“Your concerns,” Josh prodded.
“Yes. While your first film was female-driven, with a very similar character to the one here, I’m concerned with the potential for this movie to be appealing to males, specifically men 18-24 years of age. They love their comic book heroes; they want dudes they can identify with up on the screen. I don’t want to alienate half of the audience if the franchising potential will increase with this same story, only a male lead.”
Josh frowned, but nodded. “I see what you’re saying, but I disagree. I think you underestimate both the buying power of young female audiences, as well as the mass appeal of strong female lead characters, especially the warrior women. She-Ra, Wonder Woman, La Femme Nikita, the Bride in Kill Bill, Witchblade, to name a few. All of these characters stemmed from the same place as the character in my own script. All were huge successes for both male and female audiences and the franchising was huge. If the studios, directors, and actors stay faithful to my script, the character will take on a life of her own.”
Mr. Anders kept his expression neutral, but he was inwardly joyful. He was seeing major dollar signs if he played his cards right. It was enough to convince him.
“Okay, Josh. It sounds doable. I’d like another draft of this by the end of the next week with the ending we discussed. We’ll go over it some more then. I have a few ideas of who to float the script to initially, but that will depend on a few edits. Nice work.”
Josh jumped up and shook Mr. Anders hand again. “I’m glad we agree on this. I’ve already started working on the ending. I’ll have the next draft to you as soon as possible.”
Mr. Anders flashed his gleaming smile at the young writer. “Warrior women could be your calling card. What on earth made you think in that direction?”
Josh shrugged and paused at the office’s doorway. “Well, of course I’ve been surrounded by amazing women most of my life. But the inspiration for the particular character came from an intensely detailed dream I had a few years ago. It just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to write it out and see where it led me.”
Mr. Anders saw Josh out. “We’ll, it looks like your dream will lead us to a very nice pay day.”
Josh smiled and left. Yes, the money would be nice, but that he was able to tap into such a character and be able to share it with the world was the true payoff for him. He walked with a brisk step to his car to return home and finish the next draft.
END.
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Epilogue
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Josh fidgeted as he waited for his agent to invite him into his office for their meeting. He had only submitted a very rough draft of the script and the ending, though plotted, wasn’t included. However, since his last script translated into major profits at the box office and was in talks for a television spin-off, interest in his latest work was extremely high.
A subtle buzz sounded on the secretary’s desk phone. She answered, looked up at Josh and said, “Mr. Anders will see you now.”
Josh thanked her and entered his agent’s spacious west Los Angeles office, complete with spectacular view. Mr. Anders was on his feet, smiling and extending his hand for a bone crushing handshake.
As the gentlemen took their seats, Mr. Anders went straight to business. “You’re right. It’s rough. I have questions. I have concerns.” Mr. Anders smoothed down his silk tie that probably cost more than Josh’s monthly car payment.
“You want to know how it ends,” Josh guessed.
“Of course. But I can guess. The warrior mother wakes up, is overjoyed to see her son is no longer suffering his bizarre illness. She throws her weapon into the sea. But what prevents her from trying to renege on the deal she made by just not having more children? Or refusing to train daughters as warriors, too?”
Josh got excited, “But that’s the beauty of her having been in an alternate reality. Though she keeps her initial promises, she doesn’t fully remember her ordeal. It’s as though it was a dream and the memory of that dream slips through her fingers as time goes on. She and her husband are able to convince themselves they embellished the reality of her compromise. They move on with their lives, have more children, and train them all as they normally would. They end up fulfilling their obligation. It will all be very fraught with emotion as she does her damnedest to believe everything was coincidence, just a dream.”
Mr. Anders struck a thoughtful pose, mindful of the way the afternoon sun could make him look appropriately broody and intelligent. Writers really responded positively to thoughtful praise, even criticism, of their work as long as he got the initial pose right. Finally, he said, “I suppose if they got the right actress to play the lead, it would work. But that brings up my other point.”
“Your concerns,” Josh prodded.
“Yes. While your first film was female-driven, with a very similar character to the one here, I’m concerned with the potential for this movie to be appealing to males, specifically men 18-24 years of age. They love their comic book heroes; they want dudes they can identify with up on the screen. I don’t want to alienate half of the audience if the franchising potential will increase with this same story, only a male lead.”
Josh frowned, but nodded. “I see what you’re saying, but I disagree. I think you underestimate both the buying power of young female audiences, as well as the mass appeal of strong female lead characters, especially the warrior women. She-Ra, Wonder Woman, La Femme Nikita, the Bride in Kill Bill, Witchblade, to name a few. All of these characters stemmed from the same place as the character in my own script. All were huge successes for both male and female audiences and the franchising was huge. If the studios, directors, and actors stay faithful to my script, the character will take on a life of her own.”
Mr. Anders kept his expression neutral, but he was inwardly joyful. He was seeing major dollar signs if he played his cards right. It was enough to convince him.
“Okay, Josh. It sounds doable. I’d like another draft of this by the end of the next week with the ending we discussed. We’ll go over it some more then. I have a few ideas of who to float the script to initially, but that will depend on a few edits. Nice work.”
Josh jumped up and shook Mr. Anders hand again. “I’m glad we agree on this. I’ve already started working on the ending. I’ll have the next draft to you as soon as possible.”
Mr. Anders flashed his gleaming smile at the young writer. “Warrior women could be your calling card. What on earth made you think in that direction?”
Josh shrugged and paused at the office’s doorway. “Well, of course I’ve been surrounded by amazing women most of my life. But the inspiration for the particular character came from an intensely detailed dream I had a few years ago. It just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to write it out and see where it led me.”
Mr. Anders saw Josh out. “We’ll, it looks like your dream will lead us to a very nice pay day.”
Josh smiled and left. Yes, the money would be nice, but that he was able to tap into such a character and be able to share it with the world was the true payoff for him. He walked with a brisk step to his car to return home and finish the next draft.
END.
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