InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Act On It ❯ best at what I do ( Chapter 1 )

Act on it

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor do I make money out of what I write. I do it just for fun. Unfortunately, Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko... *sigh*

 

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A/N: A new story. I know. I haven't finished the others, yet. But I'm getting to that :D

 

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“Come on, damn it; get everything ready for once!”

 

“Yes sir!”

 

“Okay, listen up everybody; I want this to be perfect. We're not shooting it again, copy that? Now roll the tape!”

 

Background: a nearly empty garage, except for the few old stereos and TVs thrown in a corner. Otherwise, one could only see dust and crumbled papers covered in disgusting grime. The garage door - half open, allowing sunbeam to partially enter it creating a dim light.

 

Date and time: 29th of March 2009, about 5 pm.

 

“I can't,” a tall, sexy blonde dressed in jean shorts and a wife beater stated oh-so-matter-of-factly facing away from her partner.

 

“Don't you think I already know that?” he asked smugly, wearing a wide grin on his totally kissable lips, whirling her around to look her in the eye.

 

“Don't,” she started, detaching his hand from her shoulder, “don't touch me.”

 

“You seemed to like it last night. A lot,” he told her without losing his cocky attitude, studying her closely and noting the way she cringed at his last reply. “Am I right?” he asked, as if to put salt on the wounds.

 

“Just… get away from me. I'm not some stupid whore!”

 

“You sure act like one,” he argued and was rewarded with a loud slap across his left cheek. After recovering from the obvious initial shock, he grabbed her right hand and inched his face closer to hers, making her visibly cower in what seemed like fear. He chose that moment to offer her his trademark smirk.

 

“You think you can run away from me? Think you'll spend your whole life trying to escape me? Think again, slut. You are mine to do as I fucking please, hear me?” he asked her in what seemed to be a pleasant tone.

 

“N-n-no,” she told him, the stuttering words almost failing her.

 

“You won't say that when you realise your life is in serious danger. You've already forgotten what I did to that friend of yours? She was a great screamer really,” he cooed and revelled in the way she started screaming and thrashing as if to escape his grip.

 

“Let me go, bastard!”

 

“Not until you tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart,” he cooed, smirking at her predicament.

 

“I hate you so damn much,” she hissed venomously and seemed to want to claw his eyes out when she heard him chuckle.

 

“I know, I know. Don't they all?” he asked almost to himself and burst out laughing when he saw her expression, immediately tearing himself from her to fully express his entertainment.

 

Suddenly, he stopped laughing and moving altogether, making her visibly tremble.

 

“But that was not what I wanted you to tell me. I don't expect you to ever understand. However, I might have loved you if I were free; can you understand that?” he asked her without having the good grace to turn around and face her. Arms clutching her midriff, she nodded stiffly, sobbing almost quietly. He made no move for a minute, only listened to her movements, then turned around, took a gun out of his jacket and swiftly pulled the trigger. She didn't have the slightest chance to react.

 

After a few moments he crouched next to her lifeless body, took in the sight of the bloody bullet-hole in her forehead then tucked a few loose hairs behind her ear. Putting the gun back in his jacket, he said, “I know you do.”

 

“And… CUT!” a short, bearded guy shouted towards the whole crew. “That was marvellous; extraordinary, I'm telling you, absolutely breathtaking! You're the best, Takahashi, they'll love this movie,” the director told the protagonist, patting him on the shoulder as if to congratulate him. “One more scene and it's over. Tomorrow. Hear me, guys? We're going to finish it soon. That's the thing with you, Takahashi,” the director started towards said leading actor, “we never have to repeat the scenes. The respect your presence obviously demands from others gets them to actually act better. It's amazing. It's only been a week and we've almost shot the whole movie. Congrats, my friend, congrats,” he genuinely told him.

 

“I'm not your friend. And all that is because this is such a shitty movie with almost no lines. You're so predictable, Tsutomu, that it's actually boring. I'll never make a film with you again. Consider this movie my gratitude for your son's help of last summer. I'm a man of my word,” the actor said, taking off without as much as a “good-bye”.

 

“What was that Ishikawa-sama?” a recently arrived girl asked the director, who looked quite dazed and didn't seem to see her standing beside him.

 

“Nothing; nothing at all, child. Just this Inuyasha Takahashi… I can't quite get him sometimes. Do you,” he started, turning to face her, “do you think the movie is… bad?” he asked her and seeing her begin to answer he interrupted her before even having the chance to answer, “And don't fill me with lies,” he instructed and watched her mouth shut immediately. “I don't want to be led on; I just want to know the opinion of someone that can just as well be somebody of the audience. So?”

 

“I… I think it's a bit predictable, Ishikawa-sama. I mean, the boy who killed his lovers just because his first love was killed… It is not that much of a cliché, but the script… the script seriously needs a change. But we're at the end and it's turned out quite fine,” she timidly told him.

 

“Quite fine is not fine at all. But all my movies are similar to this. Should I change the way I make my movies?”

 

“You really should, Ishikawa-sama. But this is just an opinion…”

 

“It seems it's not only yours, child. Inuyasha said the same. With a more narrow choice of words, but the idea was the same,” he mused.

 

“It was?” the girl asked with a dreamy expression, blushing profusely at hearing that her idol thought along the same lines.

 

“Go to work, child,” the director instructed and she immediately complied, leaving him with his thoughts.

 

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“So how did it go?” a dark haired young man asked his best friend, slightly leaning over the table to show his interest for details.

 

“I've told you before. It's a waste of time. It probably was the worst movie I've ever done. You know I don't take offers from low-life directors who can't even give me an interesting movie so I can act as I wish,” the tall, silver-haired hanyou said.

 

“Everyone would like to have you in their movie, Inuyasha, you know that. You've been the best rated actor for, like, 6 years or so. It never gets old with you. Hey, have you heard of Kagome Higurashi's new movie?”

 

“No,” Inuyasha said bluntly.

 

“Come on. It's all over the papers. It's called `Remorse'. You sure haven't heard of it?”

 

“No, I'm sure I haven't.”

 

“Well, she plays the part of a Japanese woman in her mid thirties who falls in love with this very young Iraqi guy. It's a star-crossed lovers thing; but I swear, she's the star in this movie. The thing is you can't take your eyes off her; you have to see how she does the next scene, get it? And it's like that Iraqi guy is in love with her, too. Keeps having this strange light in his eyes every time they have a scene together. And she dies in the end. He kills her. He takes her in a plane he hijacks and plans to blow up with his secret bomb. So he takes her with him when he plans on committing suicide. Eventually she finds out by coincidence and he immediately ties her up so she doesn't do anything funny. But that's the thing; she wasn't planning on doing anything other than dying with him. But he doesn't give her the chance to say anything. He's just so scared she's going to ruin his plans. She kept trying to call his name to die with him, but she can't because she's gagged. He never comes for her. They die together, but separately, get it? And the whole thing is about the Iraqi guy's suicide mate who was on the same plane. He didn't die; got seriously fucked up in the end, but not dead. And the whole thing was about the remorse he felt for having introduced the twosome that died. Because he watched them `from the shadows' as you'd say, never interfering, even when he knew he should have. So he let the two of them die just like that. And he realised the whole suicide bombers thing was a bloody joke. A bloody dark joke. But this only happened after he got out of it alive.”

 

“Are you done?”

 

“Oh, come on. You should see the movie before being bored about it. I swear; it's one of her best movies.”

 

“Damn it, Miroku. Cut it out! I'm not in the mood for it.”

 

“I don't know why you don't even mind her. She's been `best actress' for almost as long as you've been the best `actor' and you two never talk. You've turned down every offer to do a movie with her. It's safe to say you almost don't know what the girl looks like. What - do you think she's a snob or something?”

 

“I don't know her,” the hanyou stated superficially.

 

“See, that's the thing! Why don't you get to know her? She's quite the beauty, you know,” Miroku tried to persuade him.

 

“I don't want anything to do with her.”

 

“Is it… is it because you think she looks like Kikyou?” Miroku asked in a low voice, which got Inuyasha's full attention.

 

“Don't… don't say anything about her. Don't say her name. It's in the past and I'm over it. It's not worth talking about,” he dismissed.

 

“Do you still feel guilty about it?”

 

“I said, knock it off!” the hanyou all but barked, visibly upset.

 

“Okay, sorry, you don't have to bite my head off. It's probably going to be all over the newspapers in the morning. Jeez, buddy, relax. You're always tense. If you weren't such a fucking great actor and so handsome, they'd probably all hate you. See, Kagome, on the other hand, is such a nice girl. She doesn't offend people, she's just… the reserved type. But she sure doesn't treat her friends the way you treat me,” Miroku complained.

 

“Just what is it with you and this Kagome-girl?”

 

“Nothing. Just… last month when you went to the Academy Awards to take your prizes... neither of you looked at the other. Needless to say you didn't congratulate each other for having won the `Best Leading Actor/Actress” yet again. It just strikes as odd.”

 

“Well it's nothing. Stop worrying about it. We just move in different circles, is all.”

 

“If you say so… Okay now, tell me… who was the sexy brunette from last night?”

 

“None of your fucking business,” Inuyasha answered. “But since you're my best friend and all, I'll tell you. For the last bloody time. I'm tired of telling you the same shit every day. I have been assigned with escorting these ladies to my brother's for the last week. No, they are not his mistresses; my brother loves his wife. They're future actresses. And they're all pathetic, too. I'm surprised Sesshomaru never kills them just for being what they are: useless humans.”

 

“Hey! I resent that!”

 

“Of course you do. You're a pesky human yourself. But you're not pathetic. Otherwise you would be not-too-graciously removed from my sight. Forever,” Inuyasha said nonchalantly.

 

“I guess I should be grateful then,” Miroku spat sarcastically, but Inuyasha missed this.

“Yes, I guess you should.”

 

“You're starting to sound more and more like your brother, buddy. Where's the bastard of a guy I fell in love with?” Miroku asked dreamily, mocking him.

 

“If paparazzi are here taking pictures of you goofing around, I will personally make sure to remove you from the face of the Earth. You might want to consider moving on the Moon just about now if you treasure your life,” Inuyasha threatened. Miroku knew he'd keep his word. He always did; no matter how ridiculous it seemed, Inuyasha was a man of his words.

 

“Did I tell you about this wonderful, amazing, breathtaking, stupendous, lovely, downright HOT chick? Oh, and she kicks ass too. And did I mention she is gorgeous?”

“Okay, what about Sango?”

 

“Oh, so I did tell you about her,” Miroku concluded.

 

“Yeah, about ten times a day for the last month. So, did you manage to impress her?”

“I'm working on that. She seems to disapprove of my `wandering hands' as she calls them. I think she thinks I'm a pervert,” Miroku mused.

 

“No shit,” Inuyasha said, visibly unimpressed.

 

“Anyway, she's asked me to come take care of her little neko demon while she's out, because she has to go meet some Seiko chick she hasn't seen in a long time. See? She even entrusted me with details. I swear she digs me, man.”

 

“No. I think she's using you. She probably knows you're crazy about her and would do just about anything to get in her pants.”

 

“Not just `in her pants',” Miroku corrected seriously, “but in her heart, too.”

 

“You're growing cheesy on me, you wanker. Cut it out, it's fuckin' scary,” Inuyasha said in a perfect Scottish accent, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

 

“Sometimes I think this acting shit gets to your head so much that it drives you crazy. Don't forget man: don't let your whole life become an act.”

 

“What are you - my father?”

 

“No, not really. Just a friend who cares about you,” Miroku said and Inuyasha snorted “Well, you're being quite the arsehole. Now back to some serious matter. That Kagome Higurashi.”

 

“There's something up your sleeve, isn't it?” Inuyasha asked, his left eye twitching in annoyance.

 

“Maybe. Not really. No… Okay, there is. But I'm not supposed to tell you. Strict orders from your brother.”

 

“Whatever that bastard's cooking must taste like shit.”

 

“Sesshomaru - cooking?”

 

“It was a metaphor, you idiot!”

 

“Oh, right,” Miroku exclaimed, as if having had a revelation and gave a short pause. “A metaphor for what?”

 

“You really are a stupid cunt. The thing was, whatever my brother has up his sleeve must be pretty bad for me, since I know he only does things to spite me. You're trying to warn me here, aren't you?”

 

“Yes and no,” Miroku said.

 

“What the Hell do you mean by Yes and No?”

 

“Well, I'm not exactly supposed to tell you the whole truth, so I have to embellish it to win your trust and lie to you shamelessly. But I couldn't do that. So here I am.”

 

“Got it. Now what, do I have to thank you for your trust and faith in me? Thank you, Miroku.”

 

“Let's just forget this and I'll pretend not to have noticed your sarcasm. Please, do tell me more of your attitude towards that Higurashi actress.”

 

“Leave. It. The. Fuck. Alone!”

 

“Oh, come on, loosen up, man. She doesn't look a bit like Kikyou if you get to know her. She probably doesn't smell like her, either. And I'm betting my whole fortune that she's a better person than Kikyou was, too,” Miroku mused.

 

“You're so fucking dead, Miroku! I told you not to speak ill of her in front of me. I know she was a bit cold and you didn't like her one bit, but I fucking loved her, man, so just leave me the hell alone,” the hanyou spat, making Miroku sigh.

 

“Fine. Oh just a second,” he said, picking up his phone. “Moshi moshi? Oh, hello love of my life, future mother of my children, astonishing ray of sunshine, what is the matter?”

 

“Oh, cut it out, Miroku,” Sango said giggling. “I might think you actually love me.”

 

“You bet your perfect ass I do”

 

“How's Kirara?” she asked, ignoring his last statement.

 

“Who?”

 

“My neko demon. How is she?”

 

“Oh… that Kirara… well, she's fine. She's quite the angel.”

 

“Oh, really? Must mean she really likes you. Even I can't get her to stay still for a minute. Well, I just called to ask you that. Thanks, Miroku, you're the best. I owe you one.”

 

“Damn right you do. See you; have fun,” he told her seductively.

 

“Take care,” Sango giggled, hanging up.

 

“She's so using you,” Inuyasha pointed out.

 

“She is not.”

 

“Does she giggle that much when you're face to face?”

 

“Well, no, but - ”

 

“Does she let you call her names?”

 

“Absolutely not, but - ”

 

“Did she ask about anything else than her little demon?”

 

“No…”

 

“You don't deny it anymore, do you? Are you finally realising she's just using you?”

 

Miroku sighed. “Kind of…”

 

“Oh, but you're in deep shit. You told her you're taking care of that Kirara right now and she was surprised when you told her she was an angel. That must mean she's actually a little devil. And this leads me to believe she's tearing up Sango's house right now.”

 

“Oh, fuck! Gotta go, man,” Miroku said as realisation dawned on him. He took off running and clutching Sango's keys desperately, leaving Inuyasha alone, chuckling to himself.

 

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Passing by an Issey Miyake shop, Kagome suddenly stopped, looking at it as if considering if she should enter or not. For the last couple of years she had developed the figure of a model: she was tall, slim and she had a posture worthy to be envied. Her abnormal height was one of the factors why directors over the world chose her for non-Japanese parts, too and her natural grace and her talent in acting had given her the current position as `best actress'. She had long hair and she hated dying it, but she sometimes did it for her British or German parts. She could speak German quite well, too, so that was another trump card of hers.

 

“Do you want to go in?” a girl with a yellow headband told her.

 

“I don't know, Eri,” Kagome replied without budging an inch, her left hand supporting her handbag and the other one firmly clutched to her chest.

 

“Well, you should.”

 

“It's just… I don't know if I'm going to find what I want here of all places.”

 

“I thought you liked Issey Miyake's clothes,” the other girl with rather short hair chimed in.

 

“It's not that I don't like them, because I do; very much. It's just that I'm looking for something specific and it's just not his style. But I might go in anyway. Maybe I see something worth the time.”

 

“Okay, come in,” Eri said, dragging her by the arm, but Kagome shook her off, setting her own unhurried pace with her head held up high.

 

“Sometimes you look just like an upright bitch, did you know that?” Yuka asked Kagome, but the latter chose not to answer, but enter the shop instead.

 

“Keep ignoring us like that and we'll think you really are how people describe you,” Yuka threatened.

 

“And how is that?” Kagome asked nonchalantly.

 

“They say you're a bitch who doesn't take shit from everyone; they say you're cold, they say you won't lower yourself to do anything; and you're resentful and standoffish and the list could go on forever,” Yuka chattered, stopping to finally catch a breath.

 

“Is that what they think after they get to know me or before that?” Kagome asked, as if Yuka had said nothing of importance.

 

“Don't you care what they think at all? They're your fans, Kagome. F-A-N-S. People who look up to you.”

 

“I know that. But I don't care about them.”

 

“Well obviously,” Yuka snorted.

 

“They shouldn't care what kind of person I am. They should only care about my work. My movies. That's why I don't care what they think related to my everyday life and my personality. I would tell each and every one of them to fuck off. Now, excuse me, I think I saw something there,” Kagome said, pointing with her nose towards a corner in the shop.

 

“Can you believe her?” Yuka asked the other two indignantly. The only thing they did was shrug and follow after Kagome.

 

“What are you looking for, Kagome? Anything specific?” Ayumi asked.

 

“Not really, no. Just something… casual. And nice, of course.”

 

A visibly shy shop-assistant approached the four girls with a notebook and a pen clutched to her chest.

 

“Welcome to Issey Miyaki's shop! Can I have an autograph, please, Higurashi-sama?”

 

“I'm not old, call me Kagome,” said woman offered, taking the pen and scribbling what looked like a signature.

 

“Thank you so much,” the shop-assistant said enthusiastically, “What can I do for you, Kagome?”

 

“I want something casual, but nice. Can you recommend me anything?”

 

“Of course, right this way,” the shop-assistant said, stretching her arm to point out a certain part of the shop and lead the four in that direction. “We have a collection with some clothes that you might like. I expect price is not a problem for you,” the girl timidly uttered.

 

Kagome looked through the shirts scrunching her nose from time to time.

 

“I heard you received only favourable critique for Remorse. They all say it's your best movie so far. Did you like playing in it?” Ayumi asked Kagome, while the latter was trying to find something to buy.

 

“I didn't like the Iraqi guy. They didn't choose him well.”

 

“But his acting was great,” Eri argued.

 

“No, it wasn't. He played awfully. I had to constantly push him to make him play at least okay. Kami, was it annoying! He kept following me around like a lost puppy, too,” Kagome complained after pulling out a crimson satiny capris.

 

“I thought you hated things made of satin,” Yuka asked her.

 

“I did. I still do. I was just checking this out,” Kagome explained.

 

“Okay, I think we need to seriously talk about something, Kagome,” Eri announced.

 

“What is it?” Kagome asked casually, pulling out a knee-length, strapless, green dress.

 

“I think you've changed a lot. And I don't think it's all good. I mean, I think that most of it is bad. You're a lot more conceited and… I don't know… it's like you've become antisocial, even though you'll always have us. It's like you can't be yourself around us.”

 

“Don't be stupid,” Kagome said, still checking out the dress.

 

“It's not a one-sided opinion. We all think the same. Don't you think this should mean something?”

 

“Yes. Of course. Whatever,” Kagome said, not really paying attention.

 

“I've come to the conclusion that your ego is bigger than your brain,” Yuka chimed in.

 

“Insults won't do any good. My pride is not an overreaction and no, I still have a larger amount of brain. Oh, this is lovely,” Kagome said, pulling out an antique white simple V-neck shirt that went with a fairly intricate choker. “I'm so buying this,” she said, going to the fitting room to try it on.

 

“I didn't think this shop had this kind of stuff!” Kagome exclaimed happily. “It was just what I had in mind. Now I have to find a nice pair of stylish trousers. You don't have to come with me if you're already bored.”

 

“No; we'll come,” Ayumi offered, receiving a cold glare from each of the other two.

 

“What?” she asked, seeing their expressions.

 

“Here, hold this,” Kagome said, snaking an arm from behind the curtain of the fitting room to give Eri something. She dropped `it' in Eri's arms and proceeded to continue her previous activity. Eri looked towards the lump in her arms and saw Kagome's shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” Eri asked her.

 

“I'm dressing up, what else does it look like?” Kagome asked edgily.

 

“It doesn't `look' like anything, `cause I can't see you, remember? You're still in the fitting room,” Eri answered likewise.

 

Kagome got out of the fitting room, took her new shirt from Eri's arms and proceeded towards the counter.

 

“How much does it cost?' she asked the shop-assistant.

 

“30 000 Y, please,” the girl answered.

 

“Great. I'll take it,” Kagome said happily, pulling out her wallet from her stylish Prada handbag. The wallet looked ancient and it obviously attracted the shop-assistant's curiosity. “It was my grandmother's,” Kagome explained, leaving the poor woman stuttering with an embarrassed apology for her curiosity. Kagome smiled as a reply, took the shirt and headed towards the fitting room again.

 

“There,” Kagome said, getting out from behind the curtains and smoothing her shirt. “Don't I look lovely?” she asked, laughter dancing in her abnormally big, dark orbs.

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Eri said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, princess, let's get you to `work'. Remember? Current movie?”

 

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“This is ridiculous,” Kagome said, putting on her stockings.

 

“Shut up and don't complain. This is every British girl's dream part and you've stolen it. And you're not even British. You should be grateful. And stop moving, will you?” the 40 year old told her, trying to get the make-up done.

 

“That's why I find it ridiculous. I don't even know who chose this part for me. I think it was Yoshiro. Anyway, back to the point. I don't think I'm fit to do this part,” Kagome said with a deep sigh and the other woman snorted.

 

“You are not at all fit to be this British girl. But you're going to nail it. That's the thing: you'll be a better British than most of them out there. This is why you're `the best actress'. Everything you do suits you best. There is no part that someone could play better than you. You should be proud. Now close those bloody eyes so I can apply the shadow.”

 

“I still think it's ridiculous,” Kagome said after a long pause, just when the 40 year old was applying lipstick on her lips.

 

“You're annoying. Couldn't you have re-told me this when I was done with it? You just had to do it now, when I was working on the lips, didn't you?”

 

“Sorry. I'll be quiet,” Kagome apologised.

 

“You'd better be.”

 

“Okay, it's all done,” the woman told her after a few minutes and Kagome looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“Could you get my eyes lighter?” Kagome suddenly asked, not missing the way the woman's eyes narrowed in what seemed like outrage. “It's just… I think it'll be a lot better. Please?”

 

She complied and Kagome thanked her for her kindness, even though she didn't have to.

“Okay, thanks, I'm off,” she said and headed towards the director.