InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Black Out ❯ I Could Be HIm ( Chapter 4 )

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By: duckgirl566
Manager- noun 1. a person who has control or direction of an institution, business, etc., or of a part, division, or phase of it. 2.a person who controls and manipulates resources and expenditures, as of a household. 3. British. (formerly) a theatrical producer. 4. A jerk that goes by the name of Mike

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.20.2007 | Updated On: 01.20.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 268 | Status: Work In Progress

“And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
That's about the time she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me?
I never want to act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?”
The man out side the booth gave them a signal they were done recording that track. Mike smiled at them from behind the glass, proud of his “little money makers”.
“Good job. Inuyasha, get yourself some water. Miroku, I want yo to tune yourself again.”
“But I was fi-,”
“Do it again!”
“Dumb bastard can't even play a single note, yet I was out of tune?” Miroku mumbled to himself. Kagome looked at her two friends and….well, what would you call Inuyasha? The two were mostly fighting, so they weren't friends. They defiantly were not colleagues, at least not in Inuyasha's book. They were just two people forced to work together. And that suited both of them just fine.
“Okay, we're doing “Grand Theft Autumn”, NOW!” Mike barked from behind the glass. Kagome sat in the corner of the recording booth and Sango got ready to count off.
(Italics is Miroku)
“One, two, three, four!”
“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you
for you, so...
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you... but for the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
1-2-3-4!
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.

(won't find out)
he won't find out
(won't find out)
he won't find out
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
he won't find out
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.”
The recording artist gave the signal again and the band members sighed. They had been working for three straight hours without any breaks.
“Mike, if we don't get a break soon, I will personally make sure you never have and children, got it?” Inuyasha snarled, setting his guitar on it's stand.
“I'll help you Inuyasha,” Sango chimed.
“Me too,” came from Kagome.
“Me sixty-nine,” Miroku said with a smart-alleck tone.
“Fine, but only an hour,” Mike called, then returned to his cell phone. Miroku and Sango walked toward the stairs since they brought lunches to eat together. Inuyasha stormed out of the booth and onto the elevator, only to see Kagome running toward the door.
“Hold it!” she called out. She stood next to him inside the elevator. He could tell she was nervous by the way she tugged at her bag's strap. The silence for the rides would be brutal, all 24 floors.
And Kagome just had to break it.
“Why do you hate me?”
Inuyasha looked up from his gaze on the floor. “I don't hate you,” he said. The doors opened and he took a step out. “I hate that you're taking over.”

Okay, this chapter seemed a little stupid to me. Oh well.