InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Breath of Life ❯ Welcome to Tokyo ( Chapter 1 )
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By: felineveracity 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2012 | Updated On: 11.18.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 547 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2012 | Updated On: 11.18.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 547 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: this particular story has been in my head for some time, and i finally decided to put it onto paper! its definitely taken over my other one for the time being, though ill still be slowly working on that one as well.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any right to Inuyasha, which is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, and anyone else involved. The only thing I own is Sam, and the contents of original writing. No copyright infringement intended.
Well shit.
Those were the only two words that came to mind as Sam stared out at the city before her, meager luggage in hand as the streets crowded with people and taxis. Shed heard that Tokyo was exceptionally compact, but nothing prepared her for the real thing. It was like people were in a living sardine can, for Jehovas sake! Resisting the urge to pinch the birdge of her nose, a grunt game when someone knocked into her from behind.
Sorry, son!
Her eyebrow twitched, as she muttered sharply, I am not a boy. Sure, she may have looked like a boy - long hair tied up in a bun that was covered by a hood, short body with no real bust to speak of, but dammit, she was a girl! Whatever, she snorted, and focused on flagging down some kind of cab, or taxi so she could get to her new apartment, and crash for a couple of hours.
Thankfully shed had the insight beforehand to pick place that already had some amount of furniture, cause it wouldve sucked to have to take a nap on thin, uncomfortable carpet. Unless it was the kitchen, in which case, cold tile. Either way, not very appealing to her. Flopping down onto the couch, she exhaled heavily, ignoring the faint scent of dust that clung to the cushion she was buried in. Her first trip to Tokyo, and shed been called a boy, nearly robbed, and cursed for being an American. In her defense, she was only three-fourths American, and her father never bothered to teach her about the homeland and all that. Which is why her Japanese was currently pretty damn broken, and she settled for awkward hand-signs and talking very slowly in English if she was having a particularly hard time.
Yeah, that was probably worse than speaking bad Japanese in hindsight. Eh, too late now. Shed work on that later. Right now, the only thing on her mind was taking a cat nap, showering, and eating. Maybe not in that order, but eventually they would happen. Is it wrong to get Chinese take-out in Tokyo? Do they even have Chinese take-out here? Sushi to go could be good too. If not, well, there was always good ol bread and butter, with a side of cheap vodka. Yep-- might as well be American on the first night, before switching to sake and chopsticks.
Hot water hit her face as she stood in the shower, having pried herself from the funny smelling couch to avoid falling asleep dirty and hungry. This, this was the one true requirement when she was looking for a place; good, running hot water. Quickly followed by a fairly safe neighborhood and all that jazz. But she needed to have good showers if she stood a chance of not being a PMSing bitch all the time because her showers sucked. Combing shampoo-coated fingers through her hair, she lathered it well, massaging her scalp and spreading it to the tips of her hair before adding a bit more - after all, she had a lot of hair. It was thick and came down nearly to her butt. It had been a while since shed hair this long, but she liked it; before it had been chopped short, and while a lot easier to shampoo and cute, it did always have to be styled into something. At least now if she was lazy all she needed was a hairband. If its not one damn thing, its another!
Maybe she kept it longer to help push the fact that yes, she was a girl. That seemed to be the main she had going for her too, not at all being build like some old hollywood vixen. Not that she minded; shed heard horror stories from her mother who was chesty, and needed to get a breast reduction to help ease the back pains. Yeah, no, she wasnt about that life. She was happy with the way she looked now: five foot five, mildly pear-shaped thanks to her thighs, with enough in the trunk to act like a cushion. Not to mention the fact that she couldnt see her ribs when she stretched, which was always a good sign. Why people coveted being super-thin was beyond her. Sure, with clothes they looked good, but without it, not so much usually. Some people got lucky, though.
Shaking her head, she liberally applied conditioner to her dark locks, paying special attention to the ends. Her thighs jiggled and her stomach was hardly flat, and she didnt care. Food was her best friend, and there was no way she was switching to some vegetarian diet, or working out like a madman to look like a thin bird. People were crazy nowadays; whether it was diet crazes or Black Friday, they were ready to pounce on anything. Rinsing the coconut conditioner from her hair, she turned off the shower and reached for a fluffy black towel, wrapping it around her body before wrapping her hair in a similar one, and twisting it. I hope the cable is good...what better way to fall asleep then to some overdramatic Soap?
That night she knocked out with the television still on, and a plate of assorted, half-eaten bagels on the nightstand.
Bzz. Bzz.
She ignored the alarm easily, its initial low-tones covered up by a soft snore.
Bzz, bzz!
Maybe if she kept ignoring it, it would just stop.
BZZ, BZZ!
Hand shooting out of bed, she slapped around a moment before hitting the appropriate button on her phone, and rolled over, fully intent on going back to sleep. But with anyone whos been startled awake by an alarm, that was a lot easier said than done. Hugging onto her pillow tightly, she tried to force herself back into that blissful, unconscious state. But it quickly became apparent that she was far too aware of the noise outside from an awake city to do that without some kind of sleep aid. Dammit. With a groan she peeled herself out of bed, long, wavy hair an absolute mess - and she gave zero fucks about it - as she brushed her teeth lazily, daydreaming of breakfast.
Was it too early for sushi?
A quick check outside, showing the brightness of the day convinced her it probably wasnt. In all actuality, it was near noon anyway, so there would be no problem combining breakfast and lunch together. Rinsing her mouth with the travel-sized Listerine, she haphazardly brushed through her hair, and dug through her suitcase for something suitable to wear. Note to self, go shopping. Since it seemed warm enough outside, she settled for some shorts and nice, loose tank top paired with her favorite biker-boots. They were old, and she was pretty sure a stud was missing, but they were comfortable, which was the main reason she loved them so much.
Armed with a miniature translation dictionary in her pocket (just in case), she left the apartment in search of some place to eat. Tofu, tofu....eh, cant read that -- ...the hell is a Wacdonalds? Shaking her head, she avoided an avid biker peddling for all he was worth, and finally spotted what she was looking for. Joy bubbled, her gut clenching in agreement - there was some pretty good sushi bars back home, but it had to be even better here.
Needless to say, she totally stuffed herself. Leaning back against the chair, she stared longingly at the last few remaining rolls, knowing she wouldnt be able to finish them right now. Patting her stomach, now slightly more prominent thanks to the inhale of food, Sam decided it was a good day to be in Tokyo. Thanking the server, she left the yen for the bill, putting the remaining money she took out for the day in a tight pocket. Exploring some of the nearby areas was first on the list, and she was grateful for the walk it provided - some of the parks were really beautiful, and hell, even the buildings blew her away. They werent at all like the colder looking ones back in Toronto, but that was for obvious reasons.
Checking the time on her phone, she noticed shed actually missed a call. Huh. Wonder who it could be? Putting it up to her ear and listening to the voicemail, a grin spread to her face. It was her pen pal, who wanted to set up some sort of meeting. Theyd written letters back and forth for a couple of months, and now theyd finally get to meet! It was pretty exciting, actually.
Well, She said aloud lightly, I look forward to meeting you too, Kagome.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any right to Inuyasha, which is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, and anyone else involved. The only thing I own is Sam, and the contents of original writing. No copyright infringement intended.
Well shit.
Those were the only two words that came to mind as Sam stared out at the city before her, meager luggage in hand as the streets crowded with people and taxis. Shed heard that Tokyo was exceptionally compact, but nothing prepared her for the real thing. It was like people were in a living sardine can, for Jehovas sake! Resisting the urge to pinch the birdge of her nose, a grunt game when someone knocked into her from behind.
Sorry, son!
Her eyebrow twitched, as she muttered sharply, I am not a boy. Sure, she may have looked like a boy - long hair tied up in a bun that was covered by a hood, short body with no real bust to speak of, but dammit, she was a girl! Whatever, she snorted, and focused on flagging down some kind of cab, or taxi so she could get to her new apartment, and crash for a couple of hours.
Thankfully shed had the insight beforehand to pick place that already had some amount of furniture, cause it wouldve sucked to have to take a nap on thin, uncomfortable carpet. Unless it was the kitchen, in which case, cold tile. Either way, not very appealing to her. Flopping down onto the couch, she exhaled heavily, ignoring the faint scent of dust that clung to the cushion she was buried in. Her first trip to Tokyo, and shed been called a boy, nearly robbed, and cursed for being an American. In her defense, she was only three-fourths American, and her father never bothered to teach her about the homeland and all that. Which is why her Japanese was currently pretty damn broken, and she settled for awkward hand-signs and talking very slowly in English if she was having a particularly hard time.
Yeah, that was probably worse than speaking bad Japanese in hindsight. Eh, too late now. Shed work on that later. Right now, the only thing on her mind was taking a cat nap, showering, and eating. Maybe not in that order, but eventually they would happen. Is it wrong to get Chinese take-out in Tokyo? Do they even have Chinese take-out here? Sushi to go could be good too. If not, well, there was always good ol bread and butter, with a side of cheap vodka. Yep-- might as well be American on the first night, before switching to sake and chopsticks.
Hot water hit her face as she stood in the shower, having pried herself from the funny smelling couch to avoid falling asleep dirty and hungry. This, this was the one true requirement when she was looking for a place; good, running hot water. Quickly followed by a fairly safe neighborhood and all that jazz. But she needed to have good showers if she stood a chance of not being a PMSing bitch all the time because her showers sucked. Combing shampoo-coated fingers through her hair, she lathered it well, massaging her scalp and spreading it to the tips of her hair before adding a bit more - after all, she had a lot of hair. It was thick and came down nearly to her butt. It had been a while since shed hair this long, but she liked it; before it had been chopped short, and while a lot easier to shampoo and cute, it did always have to be styled into something. At least now if she was lazy all she needed was a hairband. If its not one damn thing, its another!
Maybe she kept it longer to help push the fact that yes, she was a girl. That seemed to be the main she had going for her too, not at all being build like some old hollywood vixen. Not that she minded; shed heard horror stories from her mother who was chesty, and needed to get a breast reduction to help ease the back pains. Yeah, no, she wasnt about that life. She was happy with the way she looked now: five foot five, mildly pear-shaped thanks to her thighs, with enough in the trunk to act like a cushion. Not to mention the fact that she couldnt see her ribs when she stretched, which was always a good sign. Why people coveted being super-thin was beyond her. Sure, with clothes they looked good, but without it, not so much usually. Some people got lucky, though.
Shaking her head, she liberally applied conditioner to her dark locks, paying special attention to the ends. Her thighs jiggled and her stomach was hardly flat, and she didnt care. Food was her best friend, and there was no way she was switching to some vegetarian diet, or working out like a madman to look like a thin bird. People were crazy nowadays; whether it was diet crazes or Black Friday, they were ready to pounce on anything. Rinsing the coconut conditioner from her hair, she turned off the shower and reached for a fluffy black towel, wrapping it around her body before wrapping her hair in a similar one, and twisting it. I hope the cable is good...what better way to fall asleep then to some overdramatic Soap?
That night she knocked out with the television still on, and a plate of assorted, half-eaten bagels on the nightstand.
Bzz. Bzz.
She ignored the alarm easily, its initial low-tones covered up by a soft snore.
Bzz, bzz!
Maybe if she kept ignoring it, it would just stop.
BZZ, BZZ!
Hand shooting out of bed, she slapped around a moment before hitting the appropriate button on her phone, and rolled over, fully intent on going back to sleep. But with anyone whos been startled awake by an alarm, that was a lot easier said than done. Hugging onto her pillow tightly, she tried to force herself back into that blissful, unconscious state. But it quickly became apparent that she was far too aware of the noise outside from an awake city to do that without some kind of sleep aid. Dammit. With a groan she peeled herself out of bed, long, wavy hair an absolute mess - and she gave zero fucks about it - as she brushed her teeth lazily, daydreaming of breakfast.
Was it too early for sushi?
A quick check outside, showing the brightness of the day convinced her it probably wasnt. In all actuality, it was near noon anyway, so there would be no problem combining breakfast and lunch together. Rinsing her mouth with the travel-sized Listerine, she haphazardly brushed through her hair, and dug through her suitcase for something suitable to wear. Note to self, go shopping. Since it seemed warm enough outside, she settled for some shorts and nice, loose tank top paired with her favorite biker-boots. They were old, and she was pretty sure a stud was missing, but they were comfortable, which was the main reason she loved them so much.
Armed with a miniature translation dictionary in her pocket (just in case), she left the apartment in search of some place to eat. Tofu, tofu....eh, cant read that -- ...the hell is a Wacdonalds? Shaking her head, she avoided an avid biker peddling for all he was worth, and finally spotted what she was looking for. Joy bubbled, her gut clenching in agreement - there was some pretty good sushi bars back home, but it had to be even better here.
Needless to say, she totally stuffed herself. Leaning back against the chair, she stared longingly at the last few remaining rolls, knowing she wouldnt be able to finish them right now. Patting her stomach, now slightly more prominent thanks to the inhale of food, Sam decided it was a good day to be in Tokyo. Thanking the server, she left the yen for the bill, putting the remaining money she took out for the day in a tight pocket. Exploring some of the nearby areas was first on the list, and she was grateful for the walk it provided - some of the parks were really beautiful, and hell, even the buildings blew her away. They werent at all like the colder looking ones back in Toronto, but that was for obvious reasons.
Checking the time on her phone, she noticed shed actually missed a call. Huh. Wonder who it could be? Putting it up to her ear and listening to the voicemail, a grin spread to her face. It was her pen pal, who wanted to set up some sort of meeting. Theyd written letters back and forth for a couple of months, and now theyd finally get to meet! It was pretty exciting, actually.
Well, She said aloud lightly, I look forward to meeting you too, Kagome.