InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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!! (I don't own this song)

 

 

Blue

 

 

Chapter 10: Preparations

 

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The sun streamed through the pulled blinds, dancing over the figure sleeping peacefully on his side.

 

Golden eyes stared intensely at the prone hanyou, scrutinizing the man in his sleep.

 

The hanyou twitched, feeling as if something were amiss. He opened his eyes slowly, only to come face to face with golden eyes identical to his own.

 

Not expecting the sudden presence, Inuyasha's eyes widened before he screamed, struggling to get as far away from the intruder as possible. His feet tangled helplessly in the silk sheets from his sudden hurry to escape. A muffled protest --filled with many curses-- fell from his lips, only to be silenced as his body met the floor harshly. A groan of pain was emitted from the hanyou.

 

Inuyasha felt his anger further tick as he heard Akina laughing at his misfortune.

 

He growled at the unsuspecting girl, the sound partly muffled from his face being buried in wood and blankets. If anything, the growl further amused the girl, causing her to clutch her sides in protest as her giggles escaladed into lung heaving laughs.

 

Inuyasha listened to his niece laugh at his misery, letting a small smile of his own crack his face.

 

The sound of Akina's laughter soon drowned out of his ears, though, as another thought occurred to him.

 

He had been in this situation before. Many times in fact, and the one laughing at him was usually not his niece, but rather the fox cub he had come to cherish as his own son over time.

 

The thought caused a series of emotions to build behind his heart.

 

How many times had he been mad after her death, screaming to the skies for her to `sit' him?

 

How many times had he been met with nothing but the wisps of wind caressing his ears?

 

Akina grew quiet when she realized that her uncle was no longer with her. He was once again receding to the confines of his own mind. Akina noticed almost painfully as it happened everyday. Nothing she said ever seemed to cheer her poor uncle up. It angered her, not knowing what it was that was setting her uncle in that kind of mind frame. The only people who apparently knew anything were her parents, Inuyasha himself, and Shippo—all of whom would never tell her anything.

 

Akina raised herself from the floor. She placed her elbows on the edge of the bed, pulling herself slowly over the mattress. She peeked cautiously over the side of the bed, seeing the painful sight of her uncle in a heap of sheets and body parts. His body, though, looked as if he wasn't even attempting to rise from his place on the floor. Akina drew her eyebrows together in concern, her forehead becoming creased with worry.

 

He was doing it again.

 

“Uncle Inu?” Akina asked timidly.

 

Inuyasha twitched, though, otherwise showed no other response to her questioning.

 

“Uncle Inu?” Akina asked a little more assertively.

 

Whatever mindset Inuyasha was in he was suddenly snapped out of. He sat up quickly, causing Akina's eyes to widen momentarily before her hanyou reflexes kicked in and she sprung back, barely missing a head-on collision with her uncle.

 

Inuyasha looked around the room frantically, his pupils dilated to mere beads as sweat appeared on his forehead. He attempted to jump up—mindless of the sheets—only to be thrown back to the ground from loss of balance and tangled linen.

 

Breathing in deeply, Inuyasha allowed his body and brain to catch up to the same page. He let out a steady breath, feeling his sanity coming back to him. He sat up, more slowly, untangling his feet before standing up.

 

Inuyasha looked at Akina pointedly, ignoring the submitting gestures she was giving him.

 

“Akina,” he said dangerously, the threat clear as day in his voice.

 

Akina squealed, shielding her head with her hands, trying to further settle down her uncle's temper.

 

“I didn't mean to I swear!” she told Inuyasha hurriedly.

 

Inuyasha continued to stare at Akina, ignoring the world around him. He felt the pulse in his forehead beat in aggravation, causing a twitch to form over his eye.

 

“What the hell were you doing in my room while I slept?!” Inuyasha asked, the twitching picking up its pace as he began his sentence, the rage in his voice evident by the time he was finished saying what he had to say.

 

Akina lowered her eyes to the ground, feeling ashamed that she would come and wake her uncle up just because her she couldn't contain her excitement.

 

“Im sorry,” Akina said meekly.

 

Inuyasha sighed. He truly couldn't stay mad at the twit.

 

Inuyasha raised a hand to his face, dragging it over his tired features in fatigued anger.

 

“Don't do it again,” Inuyasha mumbled, his words muffled from the hand on his face.

 

Akina smile, her features lighting up at the knowledge that her uncle wasn't mad at her.

 

“`Kay!” Akina said while her face shone in a bright happiness.

 

Almost as if someone had changed the channel to a television, Akina perked up, her smile becoming that of excitement.

 

Jumping up, Akina ran to her uncle, bouncing from one foot to the other as she tried to tell him something that he couldn't quite catch in her rush of words.

 

Inuyasha placed his hands on Akina's shoulders, pushing down harshly to get her to shut up. Akina stopped bouncing, partly from her uncle's firm grip on her shoulders, and partly from the look in his eyes.

 

“Akina,” he started slowly, “if you do not calm down immediately, then I'm going to be forced to hurt you. What the hell is your problem now?!”

 

Akina stared at her uncle, a bright smile on her face.

 

“It's Saturday!” Akina yelled at Inuyasha expectantly.

 

His answer was a blank stare.

 

Akina huffed angrily, appalled that her own uncle didn't remember the significance of the day.

 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow.

 

“What's so important about Saturday?” he asked, irritated. “Oh wait!” Inuyasha continued, “It means that you can sleep in!”

 

Akina suddenly grew angry.

 

“Look, I already said I was sorry!” she yelled at her uncle.

 

“Yeah well that still doesn't explain why you decided that, hell, you were going to wake me up at the ass crack of dawn!” Inuyasha yelled back.

 

“Well maybe if you didn't sleep in so damn late every day!” Akina argued.

 

“I'll do what ever the hell I please!” Inuyasha told Akina. “Im over four-hundred fucking years old!”

 

“You know what you old fart?!” Akina yelled, “You lost a fucking bet with my father, so you didn't have a choice in the matter of waking up at the `ass crack of dawn' as you so put it!”

 

Inuyasha grew quiet, his cheeks turning red at the memory of losing so horribly to his brother.

 

“I will do what ever the hell I please.” Inuyasha told Akina slowly.

 

“Well guess what, you stupid shit!” Akina yelled, her anger peaking with every stupid word falling from her uncle's mouth, “You don't have that option today!”

 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest smugly.

 

“Is that so?” Inuyasha asked, “And just why the hell not? What would I possibly be doing that's better than sleeping?”

 

Akina suddenly got in Inuyasha's face, her anger finally reaching her peak.

 

“Taking me to the Blue concert! That's what!”

 

Inuyasha grew quiet, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion as he tried to remember when he had agreed to something so absurd.

 

“Shit,” he suddenly said, the last of his brain finally catching up with his sleep hazed body.

 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his anger getting the best of him.

 

Akina smirked, trying hard to keep the bubbling laughter contained at the happiness of finally getting her way.

 

“So you see,” Akina started, “you can't sleep in all day because I need you to take me and Shiho to the concert.”

 

Inuyasha groaned. He threw his ass on the bed before burying his tired face into his hands.

 

Akina laughed, finally unable to contain her happiness at the whole situation.

 

“Well I'll come in and check on you later Uncle Inu! You'd better be ready to go!”

 

Her only response was another groan of protest.

 

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Kagome groaned as Sachiko, yet again, jumped on the bed, going on and on about her upcoming concert. She laid on her hotel bed, her face buried in the soft comfort of the hotel pillows. Her nerves were short. From the horrible sleep she had gotten the night before—partly from dreams she wished to ignore—to waking up with Sachiko prancing about her bed, going on and on about the upcoming concert her mother would be in later that day.

 

Her anger was only further fueled as she heard a knock at her door, accompanied shortly by the booming voice of her manager demanding her presence.

 

“Blue! Get up! You need to get ready for the concert!” Ron yelled through the door, never once ceasing his pounding.

 

Kagome groaned again, burrowing her face into her pillow further. She grabbed the corners of the pillow, brining them over her ears and pushing hard, muffling the world around her.

 

Kagome heard Sachiko giggle momentarily before hopping off the bed, rushing to go answer the door.

 

She heard the muffled voices of Ron asking Sachiko where she was before his thundering foot steps could be heard reverberating off the hotel floor as he stomped his way angrily towards her room.

 

Ron threw her door open angrily. He stormed in, yelling at her to get up as he made his way towards her bed.

 

“Blue!” Ron yelled for the umpteenth time that morning.

 

“Humepht?!” Kagome yelled back, her voice still stifled from the pillow.

 

“Don't `What' me missy!” Ron yelled back as he made his way to the bed, grabbing the delicate sheets by their hem and pulling hard.

 

Kagome screamed into her pillow as the sheets were pulled mercilessly from her body, allowing a blast of cold air to hit her warm body heartlessly. She curled around herself, the pillow still firmly over her now scrunched face. Kagome silently vowed to not be woken up without a fight, her stubborn bone kicking in.

 

Sachiko, at seeing the antics between her Uncle Ron and her Okaasan, laughed out in mirth, thinking of how her mother could be more stubborn than she. Kagome growled--as humanly as possible--at the sound of her daughter's laughter, finding nothing funny about the situation she was currently in.

 

Ron seemed to be unfazed by the child's laughter, his temper, if anything, spiking at Kagome's reluctance to get up.

 

“Blue!” he yelled to the unyielding adult.

 

“You have a concert to perform in! Get up!” he yelled again, finding his patience wearing thin.

 

Finally, unable to contain his anger, Ron grabbed Kagome's ankles. Kagome squealed at the unexpected sensation of cold hands grabbing her still partly warm ankles. Ron—unfazed from Kagome's reaction—tugged hard, pulling the adult to the side of the bed with much protest on her part. Kagome thrashed, still wishing for just another hour of sleep. There was no way in hell that she was just going to give up.

 

“I don't want to!” Kagome yelled, bringing her face out of the pillow for a split second before burrowing it back into the fluff.

 

Ron sighed in frustration.

 

`You would figure that I would be used to this by now.' he thought to himself, rubbing a tired hand over his face.

 

“Blue,” he began in exhaustion, “this is your last concert for the world tour you did, after this you can sleep in for how ever damn long you please.”

 

Kagome peeked her eyes out from behind her pillow, the rest of her face still hidden, giving the adult a cute innocent yet inquisitive look. Too busy trying to decide what to do Kagome never even realized that she wasn't wearing her mask.

 

“Really?” She asked timidly, her voice small and muffled from the pillow.

 

Ron couldn't help but smirk at the childish antics Kagome was showing, thinking how Sachiko and Kagome really were a lot alike.

 

Looking over his shoulder Ron spied the silent Sachiko, letting a smile slip past his face at the sight of the child staring at her toes, doing what appeared to be counting them with a quizzical expression on her face. Ron sighed; it seemed as if not even the antics of her mother could keep the child's short attention span at bay.

 

Ron turned his attention back to Kagome.

 

“Really, Blue,” Ron told Kagome, glancing briefly down at his wrist watch to see the digital number change from eleven twenty-six to twenty-seven.

 

“We need to leave soon, though,” he told Kagome, relieved when he saw her hesitant nod, finally agreeing—after much struggle—to cooperate with him.

 

Kagome pouted, her eyebrows drawing together in her distaste at the idea of rushing to leave.

 

“Can't I have just a couple more—say hours—to sleep?” Kagome asked, slipping into her negotiation mood.

 

“No,” Ron answered simply, crossing his arms over his chest to better prove his seriousness in the whole ordeal.

 

“Man,” Kagome grumbled under her breath as she got up. The pillow slipped from her face with a `plop' as Kagome sluggishly got out of bed. She reached over to her bedside table to grab her mask, placing it firmly over her face while making sure it was secure.

 

Ron nodded in pleasure at seeing the stubborn adult finally giving in.

 

“Okay, now why don't you head to the shower and get cleaned up. I'll grab everything you need, and everything Sachiko needs so that we can be out of here soon.” Ron told Kagome as he ushered her out of the hotel bedroom and into the bathroom.

 

Kagome pouted, her arms crossed over her chest with her lips pursed out in her disdain.

 

Grudgingly Kagome locked herself in the bathroom to perform her morning ritual before every concert.

 

Ron smirked in accomplishment as he set about the hotel room, grabbing numerous things Kagome and Sachiko would need for the night.

 

Sachiko followed Ron around the room, imitating his movements, though not picking up anything. Ron laughed at seeing the child imitate him.

 

“You ready for your mommy's concert, Sachiko?” Ron asked the child as he squatted to be at eye level with her.

 

Sachiko nodded happily, a bright smile crossing her face as she thought of the upcoming events.

 

Ron laughed, patting Sachiko's head like he would a dog before shouting.

 

“Blue! Please do hurry!”

 

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Inuyasha sighed as Akina and Shiho pranced around him, laughing while talking animatedly about the Blue concert premiering in just hours.

 

“Are you sure you don't want to come with us?” Inuyasha asked desperately into the phone he was holding close to where his illusion of a human ear was.

 

There was a manly chuckle on the other line before a man responded.

 

“Inuyasha, there is no way in hell that Sango, or myself, want to go to that concert.”

 

Inuyasha sighed miserably.

 

“Besides,” the man added at hearing the dejected sigh, “I'm taking Sango out to dinner tonight, and you know what that means.”

 

Inuyasha got a disgusted look on his face from at hearing the sexual undertones from the last comment Miroku said.

 

“God you hentai! You never give it a rest do you?!” Inuyasha asked with mock disgust in his voice.

 

Miroku merely chuckled.

 

“Yes well that's beside the point. Isn't Shippo going to the concert too?” Miroku asked.

 

Inuyasha thought for a moment, trying to remember what one of the things Shippo said to him while visiting.

 

“Umm, yeah I think,” Inuyasha replied, his brows scrunched in thought.

 

“Okay then, Shippo can take Sango's and my spot,” Miroku told Inuyasha, pleased that he seemingly figured out a solution to the problem.

 

Inuyasha just grunted.

 

“Yeah I guess. We need to get together though man. I mean all of us, we haven't in some centuries ago,” Inuyasha told Miroku.

 

There was a quiet sigh on the other end of the line.

 

“Yeah we do,” Miroku stated. “It'll be weird though, like it always is when we're all together.”

 

Inuyasha grew silent.

 

“Inuyasha, you can't keep denying it. We all know that you miss her, we do too, but you've got to move on,” Miroku told Inuyasha.

 

His only answer was silence.

 

Miroku sighed into the receiver.

 

“Well I'm gonna let you go man, knowing you right about now I'm guessing that you've got your hands full with a set of rambunctious girls,” Miroku said while chuckling at his own joke.

 

Inuyasha smirked.

 

“Yeah, okay man, I'll talk to ya later.”

 

And with that Inuyasha hung up the phone, flipping it closed with a snap, only to be reminded painfully of the loud screeches coming from the girls frantically waiting to go to the concert.

 

No sooner, though, than Inuyasha put his phone down it rang.

 

Sighing Inuyasha answered, not even bothering to see who it was.

 

“What?” he asked, greeting the person with his usual gruffness.

 

“Well hello to you to Dad,” Shippo answered sarcastically.

 

“Shippo, what do you want?” Inuyasha asked, just wanting to get the damn concert over with.

 

“Actually I was calling to tell you guys that I'll meet you at the concert,” Shippo told his father.

 

Inuyasha sighed. “So does that mean we leave now?” he asked exasperatedly.

 

Inuyasha could practically hear the Shippo smirking over the phone.

 

“Yep!” he answered, “So hurry up, I know that Akina and Shiho must be pissing themselves in excitement.”

 

Inuyasha couldn't help but smirk at the comment.

 

“Well you're not too far off,” he told the boy.

 

Shippo laughed into the phone.

 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll just meet you there okay?” he told his dad.

 

“Okay, see ya,” Inuyasha replied, snapping his phone shut for the second time that night.

 

Turning, Inuyasha came face to face with the rambunctious lot of girls.

 

“Okay!” he yelled over them, pleased when they both quieted.

 

“Who do you want to drive you to the concert…” Inuyasha asked with a smirk, “Me, or Jaken?”

 

Both girls squealed before hopping on their uncle.

 

“You Uncle Inu! You!” Shiho yelled along with Akina.

 

Inuyasha chuckled.

 

“Well then get your scrawny asses into the car.”

 

Both girls giggled before dashing out of the dining room they were in and out the front door.

 

Inuyasha walked out of the house at a more moderate pace, stopping to lock the door behind him.

 

“This is going to be a long night,” he mumbled under his breath before turning and making his way towards the car.

 

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A.N. OH!! So how did you like it? Im only have one thing to say in this authors note… the next chapter is (hopefully) going to knock you socks off. You've been warned! Please tell me what you think!!