InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

 

Disclaimer: No I do NOT own Inuyasha…trust me I would be doing something with my life if I did…

 

A.N. I hope that you guys like it-and THIS IS NOT AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!

 

 

Chapter 4: The Concert

 

 

Snapping his phone shut Inuyasha tossed it on his floor before he made his way back over to his bed and collapsing in it.

 

This was going to be a stressful day.

 

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Sun cracked through the holes in the plastic curtains, running over two passive faces dead to the world. A loud persistent banging could be heard through the hotel rooms as a male yelled while striking loudly on the door, his voice muffled through the object.

 

A little girl stirred from her spot beside her mother, picking up on the noise filling the room.

 

“Okaa-san,” The little girl said while taking her mothers shoulder in her hand and gently shaking it, trying to rouse the unconscious woman awake.

 

“Blue!” A voice yelled again from its spot behind the door.

 

“Okaa-san, someone's yelling for you,” The little girl said again, shaking her mother's shoulder a little harder.

 

“Ugh,” The adult moaned, not liking to be woken up, her jet lag still catching up to her. She rolled over on her side, away from the gentle hands trying to rouse her, and the persistent noise coming from the front door.

 

Stubbornly she took the pillow her head was resting on and curled the soft object around her head, further muffling the sounds around her.

 

She heard a giggle from behind her, and ultimately couldn't suppress the grin making its way onto her face.

 

“Mommy you're silly,” She heard a voice from behind her.

 

Rolling onto her back, letting the pillow once again rest under her head, she looked towards her daughter.

 

“Oh?” She asked, her voice cruddy from sleep, “And how is Mommy silly?” She asked after finding her voice.

 

“You're just silly Mommy,” The little girl replied, adding a giggle at the end of her statement to further prove her point.

 

“Yeah well, Mommy's are supposed to be silly,” The adult answered.

 

The little girl giggled again, her black hair falling into her amber eyes.

 

Sitting up on her elbows before coming up fully, the adult turned to her night stand, picked up two barettes off the oak wood before turning to her daughter.

 

Bunching a few strands of hair in her hand, she pinned them to the child's head delicately, repeating the process on the other side of the little girl's head.

 

Before pulling her hands away she let them trail upward, tweaking the canine like ears on the top of her head before pulling her hands away. Satisfied in the squeal her daughter let out from the tickling sensation.

 

“Okaa-san!” She yelled, placing her small hands over her head.

 

“Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself,” the woman replied, amusement lining her voice, telling the child her mother's apology wasn't particularly from the heart.

 

The child let out a discreet `Humph', turning her face away while sticking her nose in the air, going into her pouting mode.

 

Laughing, the woman ruffled the little girl's hair before sliding her legs to the side of the bed and standing up. Raising her hands high into the air, the woman let out a sigh of contentment to the sound of her bones popping and the feel of her muscles stretching.

 

Grabbing a necklace with a pendant hanging from the end of it, she handed it to her daughter and watched as she placed it over her head, the pendant laying just over her heart. Her canine-ears slid to the side of her head, giving her the illusion of being human. Her claws shrunk, dulling more and her amber eyes faded before whitening, becoming a crystal blue color, resembling her mother's eye color. Her fangs then shrunk, coming to match human fangs and the illusion was done.

 

She smiled at her daughter, grabbed her white mask and put it over her face, making sure it was securely in place before walking out of the room.

 

“I'm coming! I'm coming!” She yelled to her impatient manager who was banging on her door.

 

Walking to the door she unlocked it before turning the knob and swinging the door open.

 

“It took you long enough,” the man said sourly, letting himself inside the room, pushing through to get past his employer.

 

“Yeah well some of us appreciate the sleep we can get, so sorry if that upsets you,” She replied sarcastically.

 

“Hey now, I don't need your attitude,” Her manager replied.

 

“Then don't come waking me up at,” She glanced at the microwave clock just barely visible from her view, squinting a little to read the digital numbers, “eight o'clock and expect for me to be all bunnies and flowers, because it isn't going to happen. So sorry.” She shot back to the aggravated man, not showing any feeling towards the male, her sorry coming out hollow and lifeless.

 

“Yes well I have important business that needs to be discussed with you,” He said, making his way towards the plush couch and sitting down on it, sinking into the pillows from his weight.

 

Sighing, the female rolled her eyes. Turning on her heel she made her way to the built in kitchen to brew a cup of coffee for her caffeine free mind, deciding that the caffeine free mind was not a sane mind.

 

“What is it?” She asked from her place in the kitchen. Reaching across the small island to grab a built in coffee-filter she opened the plastic, savoring the first raw sniff of un-brewed coffee grain, before grabbing the coffee machine and filling it with water. She placed the coffee filter--with the built in coffee--into its rightful place and flipped the on switch, hearing the tell-tale signs of the coffee beginning its cooking.

 

“Blue, are you even listening to me?” The man asked huffily, noticing her attention being diverted to something else.

 

“Hum, Oh yeah,” The girl replied, just barely managing to catch the last of what her manager was saying.

 

The man sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

 

“What will it take for you to listen to me?” The man asked, more to himself than the said woman.

 

“Well,” She started, coming into the living room area from the kitchen, “You could start by deciding that you're going to only talk to me when I've had time to wake up.”

 

The man chuckled a bit at her idea.

 

“Even then I don't think it would be that easy, even when you're drunk you don't listen,” He told her, a bit of amusement in his tone.

 

“Hey!” The girl yelled, “I resent that!”

 

“Yes well, that's not the problem that we have at hand.” The man replied.

 

Blue pouted, deciding that she still wasn't over his comment.

 

“I'm not listening to you,” She told him, a bit of a child like pout in her voice.

 

“Yes well you never do so it won't make a difference anymore. If you don't listen now then when you're at your next concert you won't know what you're doing.”

 

“I'm having another concert?” Blue asked excitedly, her body feeling a rush of adrenalin already from the very thought of going out on stage in front of thousands of people and singing to her heart's content.

 

Her manager looked at her as though she had another head.

 

“Uh, well it was you who suggested the idea of going to Tokyo next, don't you remember?” He asked her in a tone used for an uneducated child.

 

“Umm,” Blue replied, digging in her brain for anything that might tell her she did ask to go to Tokyo next, “no.” She told him quietly, feeling quite stupid under his injudicious gaze.

 

The man sighed again, “You're more forgetful than your daughter,” he mumbled just loud enough for her to hear.

 

Blowing out her cheeks, she gave the man a slight `Humph' before turning her back towards him.

 

“Yeah well…you stink,” She told the man immaturely.

 

“Yes, Yes,” The man agreed half heartedly, not taking her insults to heart.

 

“Anyways you have a concert to be at next month, this one's going to be the biggest yet so it's going to take some time to prepare for.”

 

Blue turned back to the man slowly, a thoughtful look on her face.

 

“When do tickets go out?” She asked, all traces of amusement gone.

 

“Today,” he replied, knowing they would sell out soon.

 

“Where's it going to be hosted at?” Blue asked still debating something in her head.

 

“At the Metropolis Concert Hall.”

 

The air around the two people seemed to drop in temperature.

 

“That's pretty big,” Blue said strained, trying to suppress her excitement.

 

“Hon, that's huge,” The manager replied, an ear splitting grin slowly beginning to form on his face.

 

Blue suddenly squealed, all restraint lost when the reality of the situation finally set in.

 

The little girl lying quietly in the bed in the other room quickly got up from the bed and ran into the other room upon hearing her mother's scream.

 

“Okaa-san?” She asked, hiding half her body from view behind the open door.

 

Quickly turning Blue crouched down to be at level with her daughter and opened her arms wide.

 

“Baby we're going gold!” She told the child, using a slang she picked up from America.

 

The girl, in turn, smiled widely before running the short distance into her mother's open arms, giggling in ecstasy as she was lifted into the air and spun around.

 

The manager smiled from the sidelines, noticing that Blue was truly happy when she was with her daughter.

 

Placing her daughter back on her feet she turned to her manager.

 

“I'm going to do something that I've been needing to do for a long time,” She told the man seriously.

 

Furrowing his eyebrows the man gave it a thought before shrugging.

 

“Hey, you go and do whatever. It is your time off right now.”

 

Nodding Blue took her daughter's small hand into hers before ushering her into the hotel's bedroom again.

 

Quickly grabbing a set of clothes she helped her daughter change, slipping her into a cute yellow sundress before rushing into the conjoined bathroom and dressing herself, coming out a short time later wearing hip hugging jeans and a simple black shirt with a lime green wind breaking jacket over it.

 

“Okaa-san, where are we going,” The little girl asked innocently.

 

“Well Sachiko, you know how you always wanted to meet your grandparents and uncle?” She asked the carefree child with a gentle smile on her face.

 

A light seemed to suddenly shine on the little girl's face as she grinned.

 

“You mean I get to meet them?” She asked excitedly.

 

Laughing, Blue took her daughter into her arms and hauled her into the air.

 

“That's right my precious child,” she told her, brining Sachiko to her face and rubbing her nose against Sachiko's smaller one, delighting in the happy squeal emitted from the girl.

 

“Hurray!” The little girl yelled, lifting her hands high in the air to emphasize her point.

 

Walking out of the bedroom, Blue found her manager sitting in the exact same place she had left him in.

 

“I'm leaving,” she announced, not sticking around to see his reaction as she walk out of the door.

 

“Wait!” He yelled to the already closing door.

 

Pouting he said in a child like voice, “But what about your coffee?”

 

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Chunks of rock fell around his head as Inuyasha was once again thrown into the wall by his brother.

 

Running the back side of his hand against his throbbing cheek he whipped what little blood had made its way onto the throbbing appendage.

 

“Had enough little brother?” The cold voice in front of him asked.

 

“Fuck you!” Inuyasha spat disdainfully towards the smirking demon.

 

“Do you not know when to give up?” Sesshomaru asked his pissed off brother, basking in the glory of knowing he was getting under the hanyou's skin.

 

Standing up Inuyasha lunged towards his brother, ignoring the rock that had fallen on him in his previous position.

 

“Tsk Tsk,” Sesshomaru acknowledged, neatly dodging his foolish brother's move.

 

“Really Inuyasha, you are usually not this blind in battle. What has brought upon this reckless anger?” Sesshomaru taunted.

 

“I said `Fuck You!'” Inuyasha yelled before turning again and striking out towards his brother.

 

“Inuyasha this is truly almost pointless. You have not acted so foolishly in battle in over four hundred years.” Sesshomaru said, cleanly dodging Inuyasha and grabbing his wrist before swinging him into the opposite wall.

 

Inuyasha landed with a crash, watching as rock crumbled around his body, not liking that this had just taken place a moment ago, knowing that something really was wrong if he got planted in two walls in less than a minute.

 

“Its just un-relented anger,” He told his half brother from his prone position in the settlement.

 

Sesshomaru cocked a delicate eyebrow.

 

“Oh I see,” He told his brother, “And I'm supposed to be your stress reliever.”

 

Walking over to his brother he crouched to be nose to nose with the hanyou.

 

“The last I recalled, you are supposed to punch a punching bag.” He paused for a moment letting it sink into Inuyasha's thick head, “The punching bag is not supposed to be the one punching.” He smirked at the angry look that crossed his brother's face and elegantly dodged another one of Inuyasha's misplaced punches.

 

“Bastard,” Inuyasha growled out.

 

Before either brother could engage in any further matches, their Dojo door suddenly flew open and a blur of green raced toward the highly amused Sesshomaru.

 

“Oh Daddy Daddy can I go, can I?” A hysterical Akina repeated to her father, earning a confused look from the adult.

 

“Go?” Sesshomaru asked, having no idea what the hell she was talking about.

 

“To Blue's concert Daddy! She having one next month and tickets just went on sale!” She whined to her father.

 

“Have you asked your mother?” He asked the child.

 

Akina squealed.

 

“Yes Yes I asked her and she said to check with you!” She explained to her stoic father.

 

Raising his eyes to the ceiling Sesshomaru ran a hand over his face.

 

“Go I don't care, but you know the rules,” He told her sternly, earning another squeal from his daughter.

 

“Yes I know Daddy! Always wear your concealment spell. Thank you Daddy!” And with a quick peck on the cheek Akina was just as fast out of the room as she was in.

 

Both males stood there for a moment before Sesshomaru turned to his brother.

 

A mischievous grin fell over his face.

 

“Loser goes with her,” He declared to his brother before falling into a fighting stance.

 

“Oh hell,” Inuyasha complained. “There is no way that I'm going with her.”

 

Sesshomaru simply smirked.

 

“We will see little brother.”

 

He then lunged towards the battered hanyou using half his strained energy just to stay up.

 

`We'll see' he thought to himself, getting ready to kick some hanyou ass.

 

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Review!!! ^_^ For a while I thought that no one on mediaminer liked my story, but you guys pulled through and I decided that I would keep it here^_^ Hope yah like it.. Oh and Sachiko means something but I forgot…^_^; (it's a bit short, but the next chapter is already half way through…I'm just trying to decide how to end it)