InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Choices, Choices... ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 15 )

A/N: This is both a songfic-oneshot for a contest AND a tiny interlude-chapter from my story Choices, Choices… I hope you all like the idea. ;) I tried to write it in a way that you wouldn't have to read my whole story to understand this. Disclaimer: “Addicted” by Saving Abel belongs to them and Jared Weeks, not me. I can't write lyrics for the life of me. I used the radio edit for the song because it fit the story better, even though I prefer the album version, lol. Interlude: a relatively short period of time between two longer periods, during which something happens that is different from what has happened before and what follows; a short play, piece of music, or other entertainment performed during a break in the performance of a long work. =3 (***) = dream/flashback plzkthanx And For those of you unfamiliar with Choices, YES, the flashbacks are real excerpts from the story.

 

Choices, Choices…

 

Chapter 15: Interlude

 

Addicted: ad*dict*ed (adjective) 1. Dependent. Physiologically or psychologically dependent on a potentially harmful drug. 2. Very Enthusiastic. Very interested in a particular thing and devoting a lot of time to it.

Synonyms: Captivated, Obsessed, Passionate, Enthusiastic.

 

Inuyasha could never get over the transformation. In everyday life, the boy was withdrawn, angry, sullen, petulant, and snippy. Much like himself, a little voice said. He ignored it.

 

“Thanks for coming out, everybody!” Trent called to the screaming audience as the rest of the band waved.

 

The crowd called to them, begging for more. Trent smirked, a devilish plan forming. He looked to Inuyasha - the band's manager, producer, and owner of their record label - and grinned.

 

“What are you scheming?” Inuyasha didn't look happy, which made Trent happy.

 

The boy ran a hand through his shaggy, dye-job black hair and looked back to the audience. Then, he looked to Matt, his main guitarist, who seemed to know what he was thinking. The older, redheaded boy was smiling too. They looked at Ian together, who had a sense of foreboding. He didn't like when they picked on their manager. There seemed to be a lot of bad words and shouting and throwing of things afterwards.

 

Ian pushed his bass guitar aside. Wiping the sweat from his face, he tried to plead with them. “Guys…” he said, whimpering.

 

It was lost on them. Matt was usually vulnerable to his roommates' requests, but this was pretty harmless, so he turned his back on the petite boy with the short, curly, brown hair.

 

“Let's do it,” he said to the lead singer.

 

Trent smirked again, wiping a white, long sleeve across his face before informing the crowd of his plans. Spirit Nightclub would have no problem with the extra entertainment, and they would get a nice plug…

 

“All right, guys… Here's the deal,” he told them, and the room became a little quieter. “We'll do one more song, but our manager Inuyasha - you guys know him, right?” The decibel of the room became deafening; Inuyasha - known simply by that name by his fans - was a sort of celebrity in the area around Miami. Trent laughed, knowing Inuyasha would not be able to back out now. The crowd hadn't known the rocker was there… “As long as Inuyasha comes out and sings the song. He wrote it, after all…”

 

He glanced at the blonde man, who looked every bit the part of shocked. Inuyasha realized the song he meant and scowled at the boy. No, he mouthed. Trent just grinned harder.

 

“C'mon, everyone. We need your help getting him out here. SING! SING! SING!” He started the chant, and the crowd caught on quickly, repeating the command.

 

Matt snickered as he watched the emotions flicker across the man's face. Confusion, comprehension, and complete and total anger, bordering on murderous. Boy, were they gonna get it later.

 

Inuyasha strolled towards them as if he were stalking prey. In fact, he was even thinking of them as so; he was working very hard to control his youki, so that he wouldn't be `outed' in front of all these people. The band didn't know, his fans didn't know. Hell, even Kagome didn't know he was a dirty hanyou.

 

Willing himself to calm, he clenched his fists, making sure his claws hadn't grown. They were the first thing to go, so since they were fine, his fangs should be okay as well. His hair was obviously still blonde. Thank goodness he never had to worry about his eyes. Contacts, one of the greatest inventions, he thought sullenly as he pulled up next to Ian on the way to the microphone. It was a shame he wasn't powerful enough to control them like his brother Sesshoumaru was. Maybe then he could will those damned ears away. It would be nice to not hide under a hat or bandana everyday…

 

A thunderous scowl on his face, Inuyasha stood next to Trent. He covered the microphone with a hand.

 

“What the fuck is this all about?” he hissed at the boy.

 

“Relax, man,” the dark-haired boy said. “We're just having some fun.”

 

“Why that song?” Inuyasha ground out between clenched teeth.

 

Trent smiled treacherously. “Because,” he said a little too sweetly, “she should know.” He pushed Inuyasha's hand away from the mic.

 

Inuyasha's eyes went wide with the implication. He knew what the boy was going to do.

 

“All right, guys and gals,” Trent said loudly, garnering the crowd's attention, “this fabulous little number is a song that Inuyasha wrote for us. We were gonna make it just another song on the list for our upcoming CD, but the guys and I have been talking, and we might make this our first single.”

 

Inuyasha, still shocked, looked on as he saw his life flash before his eyes. This was awful. He gave the song to them so the world could hear it without it being tied to him, but these brats were going to make it known anyways! He tried to calm his youki once again.

 

“I guess I'll just play guitar on this one,” he laughed, and the audience laughed with him as he backed away from the microphone. Then he quickly came back, looking at his manager askance. “By they way, this was originally written for a girl. What's her name? I know it's something Japanese…”

 

Inuyasha couldn't hear the sound of hundreds of girls' hearts breaking over the sound of his own hammering pulse. He couldn't believe he was about to do this…

 

“Kagome,” he said. He blushed, but it was so hot on stage, you wouldn't have known why he was slightly tinged pink.

 

Even though he could barely speak through his dried-up tongue, it came out sounding so sweet that several “aww”s were heard.

 

Matt, deciding that poor Inuyasha had had enough, looked to Joey the drummer, to make sure the burly guy knew what song they were speaking of. When he was positive they were on the same page, he began the beautiful, slow beginning of the song. Of course, Inuyasha knew this wasn't how the song started, but he also recognized it was Matt's way of rescuing him. Ian began thrumming as well. He took a breath and began to sing.

 

“I'm so addicted to

all the things you do,

when you're rollin' `round with me

in between the sheets,”

 

Joey began the simple beat, as Inuyasha continued, closing his eyes as the words he wrote triggered memories of the time he spent with Kagome.

 

“Or the sound you make

with every breath you take.

It's not like anything,

when you're loving me…”

 

*** Kagome laughed as she headed for the kitchen. “Popcorn?” she asked, already knowing the answer and reaching for a bowl.

 

“Ya gotta ask?” he said.

 

She giggled. “No, I just wanted to see what you'd say…” ***

 

 

Trent joined Matt in the intricate melody, and they were complete. Inuyasha kept his eyes closed, remembering the sweet moment in Kagome's apartment and began moving his leg in rhythm with Joey's beat, preparing for the next part. The words triggered another memory.

 

“Oh girl lets take it slow,

So as for you, well you know where to go…

I want to take my love and hate you till the end…”

 

*** She was met face-to-face with Inuyasha, nearly ramming her nose into his chest. She looked up apologetically, and as she opened her mouth to follow up with words, he grasped her face with both hands and kissed her deeply, hungrily. She responded eagerly. She was not one to deny herself. They tangled into each other, hands in hair and bodies grinding against each other. He pushed her against the doorframe, pinning her against the wood. Suggestively, Kagome lifted one long leg and rubbed it along the hip of the young man opposite her.

 

She thought she had heard him growl, but convinced herself that it had been her imagination. It had been extremely sexy, however, and she wished for him to make the noise again. She rubbed her thigh on him again, and not only had he made the delectable sound again but he had also untangled a hand from behind her head and placed it on her upper thigh, close to her rear, pulling her closer.***

 

Inuyasha excitedly anticipated the next part of the song, since it picked up tempo and became more his style - he had wrote the melody for their alternative band, but it still held hints of his own post-grunge-slash-punk-slash-hard rock band. He readied his voice for the rough singing he was about to do, finally opening his eyes and grabbing the mic forcefully.

 

“It's not like you to turn away,

From all the bullshit I can't take;

It's not like me to walk away…”

 

He reveled in the heavy bass line Ian was providing and smiled, noticing the teen was showing off, banging his head to the beat. Another memory hit him.

 

***As the fervor built and she began to wonder if she should pull him towards the bed or wait for him to do it, he pulled away, fear in his eyes. Without a word, he began to walk quickly to her front door.

 

Her stomach roiling at the turn of events, she ran after him.

 

“Wait! Please, don't go,” she pleaded, tears springing forward.

 

Disgusted with himself for making her upset, Inuyasha turned to look into the sapphire eyes that he already had known were crying. “I- I just need to clear my head. I promise. I'll be back. I'm just gonna… walk it off.”

 

He said nothing else as he left, abruptly closing the door. Now breaking into an all-out wail, Kagome slid her back down the door, hands to her face.

 

“FUCK!” Inuyasha cursed colorfully when he was outside of the building. He made a bee-line for his car.***

 

Shaking his head angrily at the memory, he turned his attention back to the chorus.

 

“I'm so addicted to, all the things you do,

when you're rollin' `round with me,

in between the sheets…

Or the sound you make

with every breathe you take,

it's not like anything

When you're loving meeee…”

 

***

- She quickly jumped forward, grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him forcefully. He responded intensely, his hands moving with fervor.

- When his lips arrived at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he bit, and then sucked gently. She moaned softly, and he became undone. Coming back to her lips, he captured them a little firmer, and she responded in like, making little mewling sounds. Softly, he began to push her down, and she complied.

- She sensed insecurity in him, and she pushed upwards, grinding her hips suggestively against his already engorged member. He groaned in her mouth, and it made her unravel. She became confidant, her hands working to undo the buttons of his shirt.

- She scraped her nails down one side of his chest, and this time, she was almost positive that he had growled.

***

 

The little flashes of memories fed him as he ran around the stage now, Matt stepping forward for his guitar solo. The talented young mans' fingers worked furiously, and the crowd cheered for him. The band was going to do just fine…

 

“Yeeeaaah…” Inuyasha added in the middle of Matt's playing.

 

Moments later, only Trent's melody and Ian's rhythm sounded as he began the next verse, Joey and Matt patiently waiting to join in.

 

“I know when it's getting rough

All the time we spent,

When we try to make this love something better than

Just making love again…”

 

He practically growled with pleasure as the drummer and other guitarist joined in and the bridge came along, hyping up the tempo once again.

 

“It's not like you to turn away

all the bullshit I can't take.

Just when I think I can walk away…”

 

***“What the fuck was that?”

 

Kagome was taken aback. “Excuse me?”

 

Inuyasha glared at her. “A little flattery and you melt?”

 

“I was just trying to get rid of him, Inuyasha…” she said in a dangerously low voice as she attempted to keep calm.

 

“By thanking him?” Inuyasha squeaked.

 

Now Kagome did scream - out of frustration. “Don't you even DARE patronize me. You're the one that can't get over whatever you went through - that's right, I can tell you've been hurt - and are too scared to try to move on. I'm in this position because I thought that if I could try different things I could be happy, and every day I have to make these choices. But you are too scared to make one.”

 

She stomped off to her bedroom, and Inuyasha stood, staring at her doorframe. His ears, inside the hat, were drooping against his head. As the words sunk in, he realized that not only was she correct, but that he had been wrong. The stupid wolf probably wouldn't have left otherwise. And he was scared. Of so many things: telling her about his past, telling her what he was, her rejection… He couldn't bare for another woman to ask him to become something he wasn't.***

 

That memory floored him as he remembered how hard the conversation had been. He shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the sour turn of thoughts and returned to the chorus of the song.

 

“I'm so addicted to

all the things you do

when you're rollin' `round with me

in between the sheets,

Or the sounds you make

with every breath you take

it's not like anything…

 

I'm so addicted to the things you do

when you're rollin' `round with me…

Or the sound you make with every breath you take

It's not like anything when you're loving me…”

 

He heard Matt playing up a bit again and bit back a smirk. He wondered if Trent was going to have a fit about it.

 

“When you're loving meeee…” he added for good measure.

 

Now the tempo slowed for the closing of the song and the band quieted, with only Matt playing a little melody with Ian keeping the beat. Then Matt stopped dramatically and froze in place, driving his fans wild. Trent scowled as he took over the basic harmony and Inuyasha continued singing, but at a much lower voice, closing his eyes.

 

“How can I make it through

all the things you do?

There's just got to be more to you and meeee…”

 

*** When the bathroom door opened once more, Inuyasha was wearing only his boxers. But he didn't notice; his eyes were on Kagome's damp, sweet-smelling skin. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a teal towel - her bathroom décor was white with teal, brown, and silver squares - which showed off her impossibly long legs. She had her hair up in a bun, and she raised a hand to it now, letting the dry locks fall upon her shoulders. He gaped like a fish out of water, snapping his mouth shut only when she looked at him.

 

“Well, at least I don't feel underdressed,” she laughed, turning to a dresser and opening a drawer.

 

He stared at her still, and when she looked back at him again, an eyebrow raised in concern, he snapped out of it.

 

“It was a joke,” she said, turning back to her underwear.

 

He finally replayed what she had said in his mind. He chuckled. She turned at the sound in surprise, and he walked over to her.

 

“It was a corny one,“ he said in a husky voice, drawing her to him by her terry-clad hips.

 

She gasped in surprise, but when he pressed his lips against hers, she sighed longingly, as if she had been waiting all day for him to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and he applied more pressure, seeking entrance. She complied, and they explored each other. After a few minutes, he pulled away, to her chagrin. He saw her pout and laughed.

 

“If we don't stop, we'll be late for dinner,” he told her. Seconds later, he caught the double-meaning and blushed, which she found adorable.***

 

Inuyasha smiled before opening his eyes again at the memory that danced across his mind, making him miss Kagome oh-so-much while she was on vacation with his asshole of a brother. Again, the tempo picked up and they all played furiously, enjoying the way the crowd was responding to the song.

 

“I'm so addicted to all the things you do

when you're rollin' `round with me

in between the sheets,

or the sound you make

with every breath you take

it's not like anything, it's not like anything…

 

I'm so addicted to

all the things you do

when you're rollin' `round with me…

 

Or the sound you make with every breath

You take it's not like anything…

 

I'm so addicted to you…

Addicted to you…”

 

Trent's guitar was the last thing the band heard, because as it wavered out, the roar of the crowd was deafening. A fight broke out in the back because people from the other two huge rooms of the club - a hip hop room and a techno room - were trying to get into the already too-crowded rock room to see what was happening that was making them go crazy.

 

Inuyasha smiled as he yelled one last time to anyone that could still hear him. “That was `Addicted', by `Leather'. Album comes out soon - go buy it!”

 

There was some cheering and lots of other noises, but they paid no attention. Inuyasha ushered everyone off the stage and into the back. They moved with security - Inuyasha almost scoffed at the thought of someone guarding him - to the one room they shared to get ready. On the way, a big guy with a sleeveless shirt, tight jeans, and a bald head approached Trent.

 

“Think you're tough `cause you're in a band, kid?” He grabbed the front of the lead singer's shirt, only managing to get a hold of the grey tee-shirt that was layered on top of the white, long-sleeved one.

 

Trent scowled at him, but Inuyasha smelled his fear as he heard the man's threat. The measly two guards that had been assigned to them were near the front of their entourage, talking animatedly with Matt and Ian. Joey, the only other man who looked capable of taking care of the burly guy, hadn't heard what happened; too many years of drumming, even though he was only twenty - the second oldest of the group with only a month separating his and Matt's birthday.

 

“Leave the kid alone,” Inuyasha growled at the man.

 

He found it humorous that a punk that was at least a foot under him and not as well built could be threatening him. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

 

“This doesn't concern you, pretty-boy. Go back to your fans,” he told Inuyasha, turning back to the boy he was still holding on to in a clear dismissal.

 

For some reason, he reminded Inuyasha of Sesshoumaru. And then Inuyasha remembered that Kagome was with Sesshoumaru in Australia - he had gotten to his brothers' secretary and forced the information out of her - and they had gotten there in his big, fancy jet - egotistical asshole, he thought - which had a nice big bed in it and he knew Sesshoumaru would only get the Spa Suite there and god only knows what they're going to be doing…

 

His blood was boiling, and his youki was spiking dangerously. He had to get away from this dick and if it was by force, then so be it…

 

“Oh, it does concern me, baldy. And if you don't get your filthy hands off my kid, I'm going to have to remove them myself,” Inuyasha told him, hoping the man would listen, and hoping he wouldn't.

 

“What's the matter, you need someone else to fight for you?” Baldy sneered at Trent.

 

Inuyasha closed his eyes, but the smile across his face was unnerving, especially to Trent, who knew - somewhat - what his manager was capable of. Inuyasha cracked his knuckles, which was the only warning the shaggy-haired boy had before twisting away enough that he wouldn't get caught in Inuyasha's fury.

 

Inuyasha's left hand came up to grab the burly man's fist and squeezed - the man cried out in pain - until he let go of the shirt. Trent pushed away, finding himself suddenly flanked by Joey and Matt. They both smirked, knowing Inuyasha would need no help. Even as the security guards came forward to take the hostile guy out, the elder bandmates stopped them, telling them to just watch. The guards were hesitant, trying to help the obviously-smaller singer, but the boys knew better and made sure they didn't intervene.

 

Inuyasha dropped the crushed fist and waited for another move. Enraged and compelled by pain, Baldy threw a left hook - the right was in too much pain - and Inuyasha caught it. He applied very little pressure, and the point had gotten through. The man half-scowled, half-whimpered and stopped resisting. Finally, Inuyasha dropped the left hand and turned to the band.

 

“Let's go,” he said, ushering them forward.

 

The only hint he had was the widening of Ian's eyes, who was still a few meters away and facing them.

 

Baldy had reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He swiped it at Inuyasha, who - because of Ian's accidental warning - moved to the left, avoiding most of the blade. But it had caught his arm, and a deep wound graced his right bicep.

 

Inuyasha flinched as the blood spilled out. Oh fuck. This could be bad. He couldn't control his youki anymore; it rushed to every inch of his being, trying to shield him, heal him, goad him. He could feel himself changing in many ways. Luckily it was still very dark, and no one should notice…

 

He turned around slowly, the promise of death in his eyes. The man had the decency to look afraid.

 

“You ruined one of my favorite shirts,” Inuyasha said slowly, as if prolonging the moment.

 

Well, it was true. He had worn a dingy pair of ripped jeans, but he had topped it off with a vintage ivory Rolling Stones tee that he had gotten at one of their first concerts, before they were huge stars. Now it was turning crimson. He moved so quickly they almost didn't see him move at all; he couldn't control his speed anymore. Grabbing the knife and tossing to the guards before anyone knew what was going on, he forced himself to turn back around.

 

Then, just for good measure, he turned once more to face Baldy… And leveled him with one punch.

 

The guards - one holding the knife and calling for backup, the other making sure the man was restricted by wrapping his wrists in handcuffs - didn't bother asking if he was all right as Inuyasha once again guided his band to the dressing room. He attempted to rein in his youki and hoped no one would notice his fangs or claws.

 

Once inside, the band members exploded.

 

“Did you see that?”

 

“Holy shit!”

 

“Inuyasha, you're amazing!”

 

“Wow.”

 

Matt, Trent, Ian and Joey were dumbfounded by their small-yet-powerful manager. Inuyasha hushed them quickly.

 

“Shut up, guys. That wasn't cool. But that kinda shit happens, and you guys are only human,” he said, then quickly tried to distract them from his tactical error. No one caught on. “When you guys become more famous, you're gonna need bodyguards. Even you, Joey.” He looked at the tall, burly drummer.

 

Joey ran a hand over his head, not much hair for his fingers to go through. He shrugged.

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Turning his attention back to his shirt, he noticed that the dumbass had not cut his actual shirt, and this made him optimistic. Maybe it could still be saved. He took it off, and the band practically ogled him. Only Joey could match him in musculature, but Joey was also over six-and-a-half feet tall, whereas Inuyasha was only five-nine. He paid them no attention as he walked over to the tiny bathroom sink and began rinsing the shirt.

 

“Fuck, Inuyasha,” Trent said. “You've got this huge hole in you and all you can think about is the damned shirt?” He looked at Inuyasha as if he had three heads.

 

Inuyasha glared at him. “It's just a scratch,” he said, much to the boy's astonishment.

 

“Inuyasha, we gotta get you to a hos-”

 

“NO HOSPITALS,” Inuyasha said coldly, and Trent dropped it. “Besides, it's already stopping.”

 

Trent looked again, and indeed, it was clotting, barely any blood leaving the wound now. It looked so much worse a minute ago… Trent shook his head and returned to the main room, where the other boys were talking about the show and its' response.

 

Inuyasha glanced at the wound. It was healing quickly; he had to leave before it sealed and he would have to explain… He wrung out the shirt and grabbed a plastic grocery bag he found, placing the shirt in it. He went to the boys, telling them he was leaving to take care of the cut. They bade him farewell and he waved, telling them he would see them Monday for practice. They responded with groans all around - Monday was a holiday! There was no school! It was a day off! - but it fell on deaf dog-shaped ears. Inuyasha waved them off and left.

 

When he closed the door, three new security guards were approaching. He told them he was leaving and to guard the kids when they came out. They agreed, and he left.

 

Through the crowd, Inuyasha had to be extremely careful - not only did he not want another fight starting because he got blood on someone's `Sean John', but he also wanted to avoid some of his overly amorous fans. The girls could get pretty rowdy, and there was only one girl on his mind.

 

Safely back in his Barracuda ten minutes later, Inuyasha lay back in the plush black leather seating. “Fuck,” he said. And then, “FUCK!” just for added measure. “That was close,” he said to himself.

 

Questioning his sanity, he drove off, trying not to get blood on his interior. He raced to Kagome's apartment where he let himself in. She did say I could use it if I needed to, he laughed to himself. Besides, he couldn't soak the shirt at home. He knew Jaken would complain until his eyes popped out of his ugly little head. He didn't want to upset Rin, either. She hated it when he came home cut up. So he would stay here for now…

 

After filling up the spare bathroom's sink and adding a little detergent, Inuyasha went to Kagome's room. He took a quick shower, noting that the wound was now closed, although not completely healed. A little force would rip it open easily. When he walked back into her room, he inhaled deeply, her coconut-laced scent stirring memories. Well, if he was going to torture himself…

 

Laying on her bed, he settled into a deep sleep on the side he usually slept on, clutching her pillow tightly.

------End Chapter-----

 

E/N: For those of you reading on the other sites, I'm including a layout of Kagome's apartment, since someone asked and I thought it would be fun. You can find it attached to this chapter on my deviantART site: www(dot)inuyashasesshomaru(dot)deviantART(dot)com.