InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Lot About Love ❯ Journey ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

Journey

 

“Inuy--” With a smile, he flipped his phone shut, not wanting to hear his older half brother's ranting.

 

It had been three months since he had left home. Inuyasha was really happy at that point in his life. He still wasn't sure what to do first, but he had stuck with traveling so far. Being from Kyoto all the way to San Francisco, California.

 

That was his present position, the United States of America. A small hotel on the north end of the city, San Francisco. He laughed at Sesshoumaru's attempt of getting him back this time. Each call was brought with a new excuse for Inuyasha to get his ass back in Tokyo and, as he liked to put it, to `stop being a baka'.

 

This time the excuse was that his Father was scheduled to choose his heir to his company, Taisho Inc. Inuyasha smirked at this; Sesshoumaru actually thought that his younger brother would want to come rushing back just to see if he would become the new manager and owner of their family business. Inuyasha would have rather died then be caught working in any business of any kind.

 

He sat up off his bed; he still had his trusty duffel bag, a bit fuller then before seeing, as he was a born tourist, buying a souvenir from at least one city per state.

 

Stretching, he stood to take a shower before retiring for the night. He was planning on heading to England. Wanting to experience a new continent all together this time. He just needed to save up the money to get a ticket.

 

Inuyasha had gotten a few jobs on his trip; needing the money ever since his bastard of a brother locked his bank account, not allowing him to spend anymore of the millions of dollars earned by the family company.

 

He didn't care, he had to keep a straight face to annoy his brother and make him try harder to bring him back.

 

Inuyasha sighed as the steaming hot water poured down his face. The showers and baths seemed more…worth it, only being able to have them when he stopped for the night; sometimes he stuck to staying and sleeping in his rental car. Each bath was like a refreshing change, washing away all the dirt from his face.

 

It wasn't the most glamorous way to live, but in Inuyasha's eyes, it was the way he wanted to live.

 

Grabbing the cheap little bottle of shampoo every hotel supplied, he squeezed the whole container onto his thick main of silver hair; massaging it until the bubbles overflowed and rushed down his back, swimming down the drain.

 

He closed his eyes as he let the water rinse his hair and the soap out of it.

 

Stepping out of the steaming hot shower, he pulled on a plain white towel tha hotels had kindly given to all their guests. Drying his hair and wrapping the towel around his waist, he finally stepped out of the bathroom, feeling the cool air of the room hit him like a quick slap on the face.

 

Inuyasha walked over to his bag, pulling out a pair of boxers. He smiled; everytime he pulled something out of his duffel bag, a little doll fell out. He kneeled down and picked it up in his hand. Examining it and taking a small whiff of its scent, a smile crossed the hanyou's face.

 

`Shippou…' He thought as he placed the doll back into the side pocket. It was obvious that his nephew had snuck it in while he wasn't looking. He had to remember to thank the little guy when he got back; the little token had helped him deal with not being around family and the other people he knew.

 

Pulling his clothes on, he snuggled into the comforter of the double sized bed, falling asleep instantly.

 

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“Are you sure you can't come back?” The boy asked again.

 

“Sorry bud can't…still have to find what I'm looking for.” He couldn't help but smile when he heard Shippou sigh.

 

“What are you looking for?” Inuyasha tossed his bag into the trunk as he opened the driver's door.

 

“Not sure Ship; I'll know when I find it. But, I'll tell you as soon as I do.”

 

“…okay.” Shippou mumbled. “Promise me something…?”

 

“Okay, what is it?” Inuyasha asked as he started the little buggy and pulled out into the busy streets.

 

“Promise that you'll call more often…Papa's angry.” Inuyasha smiled.

 

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Oh, and tell your Papa that he doesn't have to worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

 

“Okay, call me soon.”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Buh bye Uncle Yasha.”

 

“Bye Shippou.” Then he flipped his cell and tossed it in the passenger seat next to him.

 

Inuyasha opened his window, letting the cool air of the early morning brush his hair for him. Being the baka that he was, he had completely forgotten to pack his hairbrush as well as his socks, not one pair was in his duffel bag when he arrived at one of the first hotel rooms he stayed at for the night back in Tokyo.

 

The radio played along, it could've been a coincidence, but the songs from the station would always play to the mood he was in. It sounded corny, but he never had to change the radio ever since he got in to the car every morning to continue his trek around the world, or so he had hoped and planned for.

 

Inuyasha smiled as he traveled down, what he remembered as route 105, which headed for his next destination: Sacramento.

 

He had planned out his trip to the lovely city but was interrupted by his brother and his oh-so-loving call from the family. However, he made his plan: First stop was in a small town, only population of about two or three hundred people, named Paradise Cay. It was a change from his regular stops, being that the town was pretty much built on top of the water, San Francisco Bay.

 

Compared to the large city of Tokyo, he would rather choose to stay in a town that sounded more as if it was supposed to be a Pornography movie.

 

His next stop was another quaint town called Ignacio, made of only two streets, one a highway that went straight through the town and another that turned out to be a rather long dead-end road.

 

From there, it was another pit stop until he planned which roads to take, which hotels paid the cheapest, and other important stuff that needed doing.

 

It had become a routine: Stop in a town, find a hotel, get a room, freshen up, take out the map, plan future trip, make some phone calls, eat something, then sleep.

 

However, the schedule didn't have a strict timeline, as in he could change the order at any time he saw fit.

 

Inuyasha smiled at the thought of his `crammed' schedule. He was living his dream, well one of them, but they would all happen in time. His plan was to not rush time, but to waste it instead.

 

His cell phone started to ring. It was odd; he didn't usually get calls this many times in one day. Most of the time, it was spread out in a span of a week that he would get three calls, and the odd time he wouldn't even get calls at all.

 

“Hello?” he answered the phone. Normally he would've answered with his last name, the formal way, he called it. However, since he left home he just answered the way any normal person did.

 

`Normal…' He thought. Inuyasha didn't even know it, but he never lived life that way, being that his family was stinking rich and all.

 

“Inuyasha?” the hanyou grinned.

 

“Hey there, Miro.” Inuyasha chuckled. He hadn't talked to his friend, Miroku, for a month or so now. “How's life?”

 

“Oh good, great even…and you?”

 

“Pretty good, I'm living it up.” He smiled at Miroku laugh.

 

“Awesome.” Miroku stated. The there was a slight pause.

 

“Miroku?”

 

“The reason I called was that…I'm engaged.”

 

“Oh wow!” Inuyasha praised his friend. “I always thought I'd get married before you.”

 

“Thanks…I think.” He could just picture Miroku's smile.

 

“So who's the unlucky lady?”

 

“…my dear Sango.” Inuyasha coughed.

 

“What?” He stammered.

 

“Yes, I asked her just a week ago.”

 

“What? Was she drunk or something when you asked her?” Inuyasha smirked.

 

“No, as a matter of fact, we were both sober.” Miroku laughed. “Yup, she agreed and now I'm the happiest man alive.”

 

“I'm happy for ya.”

 

“So, found any babes on your `journey'?” Miroku laughed.

 

“Oh tons…” He said sarcastically. “Miro, you know this trip wasn't made on finding any mate or `babe.'”

 

“Sure…” Miroku trailed off.

 

“Okay, I better go, there's an intersection here…I've gotta focus.” He told his friend.

 

“Sure, but you better call us more often…I'll call again soon so you can talk to Sango.” Inuyasha smiled.

 

“You do that.” Inuyasha laughed. “Bye.”

 

The phone went dead as he tossed it into the back seat quickly and changed lanes to reach the exit he needed to go to.

 

 

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters, anime of manga. Rumiko Takahashi does and I'm glad she had the imagination to create such amazing characters to play with.