InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe No More ❯ The Return Of The Phoenix ( Chapter 1 )

Breathe No More

By: RockPrincess.2008

 

 

 

Inuyasha pulled the collar of his leather coat up against the biting wind as he looked up at the sign. Rumors. He shivered from the cold and looked at the man next to him.

 

“Why are we here,” Sesshomaru asked in a bored tone.

 

“Curiosity,” Inuyasha replied rubbing his arms through his coat.

 

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Sesshomaru stated smugly.

 

“Good thing were inu,” Inuyasha shivered out.

 

Sesshomaru looked over his brothers frostbitten form and smirked, “Looks like your screwed half-breed,”

 

“Why don't you take that stick outta your ass and fuck yourself with it,” Inuyasha snapped as he shouldered past his brother into the bar.

 

“Such profanity,” He commented following his sibling into the warmth of the building.

 

Inuyasha flipped him off and weaved his way to a table in front of the stage. Sesshomaru shook his head and sat down at a bar stool. The small brunette in front of him turned around and smiled warmly at him. He raised one perfect eyebrow at her. She couldn't be a day over 17.

 

“Are you old enough to be here,” He asked.

 

“No,” She replied shaking her head, “I'm just here to support my sister.”

 

“Does the owner know you're here,” He questioned looking around for security.

 

“Yeah, he's my uncle so he's cool with it,” She said with a knowing smile.

 

“Who's your sister,” He asked glancing towards the stage.

 

She nodded her head to the stage and when he took a second look he noticed a raven haired girl in all black taking a guitar out of its case. He looked closer and noticed a green and silver phoenix on the bottom corner of the pick guard.

 

“Your sisters the phoenix,” He asked turning back to the girl shocked, but she had disappeared. He looked back at the stage and spotted her walking up the side steps. She stopped to whisper something in her sisters ear before turning and walking back towards him.

 

The phoenix turned around and he found himself lost in her blue eyes which were currently locked with his. He almost shivered at the intensity of her gaze before he got himself back under control.

 

When the announcer came to the stage there staring contest was broken as hey both looked away. The blond, blue eyed, announcer came up to the mike and said four words, “The Phoenix has returned,” before the crowd erupted in applause.

 

The raven beauty sat on the stool in center stage with the acoustic guitar he had seen her unpack.

 

“Dear Mr. President,

Come take a walk with me

Lets pretend were just two people

And

You're not better than me

I'd like to ask you some questions

And we can

Speak honestly”

 

Sesshomaru had heard all about the famous Phoenix.

 

“What do you feel when you see al the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?”

 

But he had never actually heard her play.

 

“How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

And tell me why.”

 

She didn't record CD's, so he'd never listened to her voice.

 

“Dear Mr. President,

Were you a lonely boy?

How can you say

No child is left behind

We're not dumb and we're not blind

They're all sitting in your cell

While you pave the road to hell”

 

Now he knew why.

 

“What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say

You've come a long way

From Whiskey and cocaine”

 

A CD could never capture this.

 

“How do sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?”

 

 

“Let me tell you bout hard work”

 

These goose bumps he felt rising on his arms from the power of her presence.

 

“Minimum wage with a baby on the way,”

 

The intensity of her gaze

 

“Let me tell you bout hard work”

 

The connection you could only feel with live music

 

“Rebuilding your house after the bombs took it away,”

 

The feel of the crowd swaying with and around you

 

“Let me tell you bout hard work,”

 

The thumping of your heart in time with the music

 

“Building a bed out of a card board box,”

 

The clarity of every word

 

“Let me tell you about hard work, hard work, hard work,”

 

Of each note

 

“You don't nothing bout hard work, hard work, hard work,”

 

The vibration of the amplifier flowing through you like waves

 

“How Do You Sleep At Night,”

 

The sense of enlightenment

 

“How Do You Walk With Your Head Held High,”

 

The feeling of freedom

 

“Dear Mr. President,

You'd never take a walk with me,”

 

`It couldn't be duplicated' Sesshomaru thought as the crowds deafening applause surrounded him. He had found what he was looking for.

 

 

RockPrincess.2008: Hope you liked it. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but I'm a HUGE non-Bush person. I'm also proudly bi. Don't like it? Go find another story to read. So I won't take it against you if you're a Bush supporter but don't expect me to talk politics with you because we'll probably end up in a huge debate. If your Homophobic or a hater. PEACE. I have no love for you. These are my opinions and my story. They'll most likely come up again in this story. For those of you who are cool with me and my personal opinions. Please continue reading. For those who are having problems stomaching it. I'm not forcing you to be here.

 

 

P.S: I need a beta like really bad. Please and thank you.

 

PEACE OUT TILL NEXT TIME

 

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