InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Concrete Jungle ❯ Concrete ( Chapter 1 )

Concrete Jungle

 

The temperature rose with the velocity of a rocket hitting the ninety-two degree mark, and the heat waves coursing through the streets, alleys, and subway tunnels, weren't helping either. With the suns unmerciful rays beaming down, hallucinations and mirages became one; August weather did not agree with the city. It felt as if the arid Sahara had relocated itself within the confines of New York's concrete jungle. It was here in Brooklyn, on the block corner, where a three story house' stoop met concrete, stained with the perspiration of a cool glass of Kool-aid that sat approximately two steps away from its owner.

The owner of the tropical punch sat leisurely in the scorching sun, face adorned with Marc Jacob glasses, long white-silver hair pulled back, white wife beater helping him keep cool. (Fan-girls would have swooned, and passer bys….shameless gawking women, couldn't help but stop take in the sight.) Really he could care less, his I-pod helped to create his own world, with Weezy's “Millionaire” blasting in his ears, effectively blocking out any superfluous sounds.

Too bad for the poor soul straining their vocal cords just to get some sort of reply from the dazed boy. The closer they got the more the volume of the yelling increased.

“Sesshomaru, Sesshomaru, Seshomaruuuuuu…” the voice bellowed, and the rebellious responds to this, was the adolescent turning up the volume in spite.

Finally it seemed the person got a clue, stopped the pointless yelling, and found the solution to the non-responding teen. Pulling the earphones from the boy's pointed ears, he got his response. Sesshomaru gracefully slipped his sun glasses from his face, revealing his irritated stare to his father with a glare.

” Yes, father?” he asked flatly in a voice etched with annoyance.

“Don't give me that tone. I need you to go pick up the twins from the community center.”

“…………….” There was a long pause that seemed to last for an eternity and the teen had the pleasure of watching his father's forehead nearly burst a vain or maybe it was two.”There fifteen. Izumi should be fine with Inuyasha,” came the long awaited response.

“Must I bribe you?”

“………Maybe…..” he replied, his father sighed (god I rhymed), closing his eyes, being a parent seemed to have already decreased his somewhat immortal lifespan, but as his children became older he felt as if any day now, he would drop dead.

“Just do it,” he said, but when he opened his eyes Sesshomaru was already half way down the street, kool-aid glass in hand.

“New age for the teenage soul….”

 

 

The asphalt to the neighborhood park served as the foundation of the large card-bored box. Which so happened to be a make shift dance floor for the b-boys and b-girls surrounding it, an I-pop boom box sat on the side; fueling the already pumping adrenaline in the people around it, with its booming beats of a hip hop/dance hall mix. Adding to the atmosphere to the of New York's already lively streets.

In the middle of the crowd of sweating dance crews, where two opponents ready to face off, one of them was about to be served. On the right stood Rin Minneko, she licked her dry lips, wiped the perspiration from her forehead caused by the blistering sun. Starting her usual ritual before she danced; feel the adrenaline rush, caught to twenty, set it off. Giving her opponent the new definition of krumping, bopping, and dancing streetwise; she enjoyed her hobby of dancing, it made her feel dominate. Like there was no but her, her opponent and the asphalt that served as her dance floor.

With the audience cheering her on, adding to her already hyped mood, the battle was already over before she knew it. And she was brought out of her trance by the congrats of her people,

“Rin that was hot!”

“That's my girl!”

“Who knew you could move like that!”

“Thanks, you guys,” she replied, blushing from all the compliments.

“Mad crazy,” came the quiet familiar voice, crimson eyes turned to lock with the lifeless black ones of Kanna.

“Cuz! What up?” she said embracing her best friend and family.

“Nothing really, we all just owe you a trip to Mario's,” Kanna replied, preparing herself for the outburst she knew was coming.

“PIZZA!” Rin nearly screamed, along with the shrill voice of Yoko, who suddenly appeared out of thin air next to them. They turned to each,

“You grab Hitin, I'll get Kohaku,” Yoko confirmed, then they took off, grabbing each poor unsuspecting boy. Took hold of Kanna on their way, squealing loudly as they entered the subway entry way, leaving pure chaos in their wake.

 

“A hell of an encounter with a lasting mark…..”

 

 

New Yorkers of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds crowded the subway cart. Creating the ever famous melting pot that was New York, but unfortunately there was one poor sport who didn't particularly give a dam about this.

Sesshomaru was irritable.

Not like this was anything new, but he now had a few more things to add to his mental hit list. Three being the foul smelling subway itself, number four the people crowding him, in his bloody personal bubble. Five, more rudely gawking women and men, but this was something he was use to. But what really grinded his gears where the fuckers who kept bumping into him without as much as a simple “excuse me.”

Even though he always tried to keep it cool, nothing at the moment was mellow. The fifth person who happened to have the audacity to touch him, and to top it off, ogle at him like there was to tomorrow, had the misfortune of feeling his wrath, or so he thought.

5 to 10 minutes earlier……

“So uh, Rin how yah doin?” kohaku asked with a dim-witted grin plastered on his face, Hitin, with the same reciprocating look, leaning over his shoulder.

`Oh hell naw,' Rin thought turning to look at them. She knew what they wanted and both of them should know dam well that she wasn't going to cooperate.

“You're both retarded,” she answered simply.

“Whatever could you mean?” Hitin asked innocently.

“That was two flippin years ago, I'm not doing that again!” She cried, throwing her arms in the air, nearly knocking over the man behind her, in the over crowed cart.

“Please Rin just for laughs,” Yoko pleaded, again popping from out of nowhere. Her green puppy eyed look, along with the brown and red ones from the boys, were not going to persuade her again, she swore. Rin turned to her cousin to see if she at least had her back, but when she saw Kanna pulling out her digital camera, all hope was lost.

“Kanna not you too,” Rin exclaimed.

She shrugged and replied blandly, “hey, I didn't get it on film last time.”

“So just think of it this way, once it's done you won't ever have to do it again,” Kohaku interjected.

Rin sighed in defeat,” fine! You bitches win this round, but you're all dead in my book right now. So who's my victim?”

Yoko scanned the crowed cart and pointed to Rin's victim, “Right there,” she whispered, “sexy silver hair at 4 o' clock.” She pushed her forward with the vines growing out of her arms.

Rin smiled wickedly, “good choice, this will be amusing”. She turned her head slightly and told her audience, “watch closely!” A.k.a. `Cause it ain't happening again!'

Rin sauntered leisurely through the crowd and bumped into her victim. He turned and glared at her, a vain nearly popping from his left temple, but before he could utter a word, Rin hugged him. She looked up at him with wide eyes and said innocently, “I'm sorry mister!” Sesshomaru felt his eyebrow twitch, as he stared down at the insane girl, with a surprising strong grip for her size. Rin let go and clasped her hands behind her back still staring at him with wide eyes.

“What,” came the slightly irritated monotonous response.

“I like buttered toast,” she supplied. Sesshomaru raised an at her.

Mean while, Hitin, Kohaku, Yoko were struggling to keep their laughter in, Kanna smirked behind the camera. When the unearthly sound of Rin's coughing fit reached their ears they exploded in fits of giggles.( if you've ever watched the older episodes of mad tv with the screenplays that featured Lorraine then you'll know exactly of what I'm speaking of.)

“UUUGGHHHHHHhhhhh!” She exclaimed, and once again embraced him. Rin would not deny being a hentai in her own right; dude had nice lean form from what she could feel. So as an excuse of embracing him she also got a free feel, and was tempted to go lower to grab his rump.

Sesshomaru was quite disgusted by the nauseating sound, and the fact she had entered his personal space again. But instead of letting it show, he calmly pulled each of his arms out of her death grip. Cautiously gripped her shoulders, yet roughly pulled her away from him; somehow managing to put her a good two feet away from him, in their crowded area of the cart.

Rin stared at him somewhat surprised at his actions, the snickering of her friends stopped, as they stared wide eyed. This was an extremely rare and unusual occurrence, there were only a few select individual who could calmly withstand Rin's attack of irritating innocence. These people were her siblings, cousins, and her closest friends, but it appeared he proved otherwise.

Rin turned her head slightly, eyes somewhat transfixed, “remarkable,” she commented, “most people would have been throwing a fit, cursing, by now. But I guess there's a first time for everything.”

Through all of this Sesshomaru's golden eyes just stared blankly at her; this female was strange.

She continued to ponder upon the situation, but eventually shrugged, she turned her attention back to Sessh. “Buh-bye!” She said in a sing song voice, and made her way back through the crowd.

“Bye,” he whispered softly. What the hell?

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“Dude I didn't know of anyone aside from us who could resist your act,” Hitin stated, the others nodded in agreement.

“Yah, yah, Kanna did you get that?” Rin asked. Kanna nodded, and they all gathered around her, replaying the scene.

Laughter erupted from the area Sesshomaru watched the girl disappear off to. `Only in New York City,' he thought wryly

 

“A corner in the Big Apple………”

“What the hell!” Inuyasha shouted, fuzzy silver ears twitching in annoyance, while pacing up and down the sidewalk.

“Inuyasha, calm down,” Izumi consoled, running a hand through her silver hair, a habit she somehow picked up from her older bro.

“Why the hell should I? Fluffy should have been here….” Looks at watch, shows 4:30 “…..an hour ago.”

Izumi sweatdropped at the nickname Inuyasha bestowed upon Sesshomaru. “Inu, wait a couple minutes,” came the exasperated response.

The hanyou continued to pace, “Izzy, I can't comprehend why we have to wait and get picked up by that asshole. Were fifteen and still treated like pups. Anyways for all we know he could have purposely forgotten us, or just cupcaking!”

“What's…….cupcaking?” A thoroughly puzzled Izumi questioned.

Inuyasha looked at her rather incredulously and exclaimed, “bull shiting, duh!”

`Sometimes I wonder how were related,' Izumi thought, “Your mad stupid.”

“Hey I am not-”

“Izzy is absolutely correct,” a deep baritone called, the twins cute little ears perk up at this, and slowly turned to face their elder brother.

“I am not stupid,” Inuyasha retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, face in a childish pout.

“Quite the contrary little brother, you do have your moments,” Sesshomaru countered, eyes shimmering in amusement, Izumi giggled lightly.

“Guys, home, AC, I want to go home.”Sesshomaru turned his attention from Inuyasha to Izumi, his eyes softened somewhat at his sister and he nodded.

It was shame to call them twins when they differed so much when it came to intellect. But aside from that everything else was identical, from their ears to their eyes, to their hair and claws. They were fraternal twins, which brought forth yet another difference in gender, height, and softer/rougher features than the other. Both exotic beauties in their own way, because of their genetic background.

“Good I feel like an idiot, standing here, and no comment from any of you,” Inuyasha stated, specifically staring at his elder sibling.

Just in time, Izumi interrupted the oncoming quarrel between the two brothers. “Sessh by the way, who were you fruitcaking with?”

Sesshomaru felt his eyebrow twitched for the second time that day. He simply glared at his sister, and ignored the question.

“CUPCAKING,Izzy! And look even Sessh knows what it means and you don't. The Armageddon must be near!” Inuyasha cried.

WHAM! Izumi punched Inuyasha in the noggin, taking the honor of letting Sesshomaru handling it himself. “Hey, that hurt!”

“I don't care,” Izumi replied crossly. Bystanders who witnessed this either disregarded it or simply spared a glance to emblematic behavior of the cities inhabitants; bizarre and obscene.

Sesshomaru sighed, rubbing his temples, `Note to self: Iz is picking up on my habits,' he inwardly smirked, `keep it that way.'

 

“NY's version of soul food…………….”

 

“Pizza, pizza, Mario's Pizza, pizza, pizza………..”

“For Kami's sake, you can stop chanting, were here!” Kohaku shouted.

As they rounded the corner, the hole in the wall called Mario's Pizza place came in to view. One of those typical run in, run out take out places, which gave the luxury of cramped seating. With the wafting smell of pizza, pasta and other high cholesterol foods, along with the buildings old age, permeating the air. It was one their many sanctuaries, from grade school till now, and as far as they were concerned many more years to come.

Too bad for Kohaku and the rest of the entourage, the chanting became louder, with some added dance steps and a drumming beat. “Pizza, pizza, pizza…..”

`Well so much for trying,' Kohaku sweatdropped.

Yoko and Rin ran to the front counter, still chanting, and using the display window as their drum.

Andres,(Mario's son) laughed at their enthusiasm, same antics, different day. “What will it be today?”

Rin stopped and with stars in her eyes, “my sect. will be vegan as usual.” Yoko added in, “mushrooms!” The two girls turned to each other squealed in delight, with the occasional jump. “PIZZA!”

“Plain,” Kohaku and Kanna piped in.

“Andres you already know the deal, anchovies,” Hitin said, in the back there was an audible gagging sound.

Andres nodded,” be ready in thirty;” and turned to the chefs window placing their orders.

“OMG!” Rin cried, in a surprising prep voice.

“What wrong?” Hitin questioned.

“Moving. Mad wind witch. Death for me. Need Kanna.Ohhhhhhh snap!” Rin rambled, grabbing Kanna by both arms heading out the door.

“Cuz what's up?” Kanna questions worriedly.

“Chica I need you to crash at my flat tonight. I haven't packed and Kagura gonna slay me if I've made no progress, so could you ……”

“Sure, anything to get away from that sperm donor, I call `father',” Kanna agreed, already pulling out her cell to ring her father.

Rin laughed, “how's Uncle Onigumo doing?”

Kanna looked from her phone to her cousin and replied flatly, “overworking, high, rutting with the housekeeper. Don't know and at the moment don't care.”

“Kanna that's grimy,” Rin lightly reprehended.

“What? Rin I speak only the truth, now quiet, Daddies answering,” She said with a smirk.

 

“Baby girl?”

“Hi daddy, I need to ask you a question?”

“Yes?”

“As you know Kagura's dragging Rin and their stuff to a new apartment and Rin being the slothful being she is…”

“Hey!” Rin cried, putting in her tens cent worth of info.

“She hasn't packed?”

“Correct and now she needs me to sleep over to help, is that chill?”

“Fine, be careful, and tell Rin organization is key.”

“No worries Daddy, take care see you in twenty-four.”

“Bye Kanna-bear.”

“So uh Kanna-bear huh, What name does Kohaku call you?” Rin teased, Kanna cheeks tinted a light pink.

“Yah I saw the way your hands were itching to touching that boys ass! Rin you are truly a hentai.”

“You state the obvious. Now the pizza should be ready in ten, so move it,” Rin declared, pushing Kanna back toward the entrance.

Kanna turned her head and stared blankly at her cousin,” Great something else for you to get high off of.”

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“Home!” Izumi exclaimed happily, gazing up at their home of nine years.

“Finally!” Inuyasha agreed. There they stood outside the three story house, gawking at it, knowing a warm welcome was coming their way.

The moment was interrupted when Sesshomaru walked right passed them, opened the front door, and closed it on them.

“Hey asshole, open the damn door!”

“Inu the doors unlocked,” Izumi supplied, pushing on the mahogany wood. The delicious aroma of gourmet food and the usual household smell of cinnamon and apples wafted from the opened door.

Inside Sesshomru was collecting his money, for the `errand' of picking up the twins.

“What's up with the doe?” Izumi questioned.

“The chore of dealing with you two, preferably Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru replied tauntingly. Their father already knew what was about to down, and had no energy to deal with it.

That right there was enough to irked Inuyasha to his boiling point, “Look Fluffy, I've had it with your bull shit-“

“Inuyasha Taisho watched your mouth,” came the shrill cry of Izayoi, at the sound of her voice everyone winced and shrunk back, dam sensitive hearing.

“Sesshomaru come help me in the kitchen, Touga go finish packing, your flight leaves in four hours. And Izumi,” Izayoi stopped and looked at her daughter, beckoning her over for a hug. She welcomed it eagerly, “salutations Haha-ue.”

“Hi Izzy, remember you and brother have a photo shoot tomorrow,” she reminded her, it was amazing how she went from she-devil to loving mother, talk about bipolar. Izumi nodded her understanding, and everyone had to this as their clue to get going but Sesshomaru had already left counting his green.

The kitchen or Izayoi's haven was the exact replica of her five star restaurant, steel and chrome everything. One of the many perks of having a gourmet chef as a wife and mother.

Sesshomaru was looking over the assortments of foods, when Izayoi made her entrance; he raised an eyebrow at her questionably.

“Aisha finally came to a decision on what's to be served tomorrow.”

“Hn. What's left?”

“Chocolate soufflé,” she replied pulling out the necessary equipment and ingredients. “One of the hardest dishes to master, but tonight it shall be conquered. And tomorrow you will duplicate it, prepared?”

Sesshomaru nodded, washed his hands and then moved to help. Since the tender age of seven, Sesshomaru had always showed a keen interest in food, and having a step mother as chef furthered his interest. Izayoi caught on to this, and immediately began to tutor him in food 101, having him in her restaurant, soaking up energy like a sponge. Apprentice and master, he had proven to be a natural, with every challenge his mother threw his way, and today was no different. It was his guilty pleasure.

“She said she was being `shipped off' and that sin would be her, by the time she says farewell,” Sesshomaru commented while whisking.

She laughed, “She sounds like her mother, tomorrow will be interesting.”

“Indeed.”