InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Consistently Inconsistent ❯ the art of getting there ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Author's Note: Right. So I had this idea. My brain spoke to me, it said: Dearest, in all honesty, I really think you should write an InuYasha AU bandfic. Complete with shitty touring vans, lots of gayness and relationship issues, a faux bad-ass rivalry band, Sesshomaru, definitely Sesshomaru, also - let's not forget the importance of a mostly non existent plotline that really leads nowhere.
I said, in response: wtf brain? wtf?
And one day I looked up and Word was open and I'm 10 pages into the fucking thing. I mean, 10 pages is, like, the breaking point. You can't stop once you hit 10 pages.

Warnings: I am not responsible for the amount of language used. I mean, I am, `cause I wrote it, but that's how band kids talk- it just is. Needless to say, this is a rock band I put the characters into- nothing hardcore `cause I'm not part of that scene and I only read up on dorky-ass boys who have pretty singing voices. But it's goddamn vulgar. VULGAR. And there is a lot of boy-kissing/boy-touching. BOY ON BOY. If you don't like, please press the pretty back button. Because: AU YAOI BANDFIC.
I probably just like the caps button a lot.

Pairings: This will be InuYasha/Kouga and Miroku/Sesshomaru definitely. There might be hints at Sango/Kagome. But probably not.

Also: There is hardly any plot. I'm dead serious. I said it before- but really. It's mostly about these people/stolen characters in this band being themselves and dealing with life and each other.

P.S.: Since I am not in a band or touring myself, I cannot explain exactly what it would be like to actually own this kind of lifestyle. I did as much research as I could about the music industry with my combined previous limited knowledge I tried, but I am also a lazy whore so I chose to ignore a few things. THIS IS FICTION BABY. And an AU and I take a lot of fucking advantage over that. But, if it will bother you, then I am truly sorry. And if you wanted to complain about this, then I would like it if you could leave and do that shit elsewhere.

Fun Facts: The title is taken from the song “Middle of Nowhere” by Hot Hot Heat.

This “story” will be 12 chapters. This chapter is really short and it's slow. SLOW. It's almost prologue short. I'm pretty sure the length increases by a page or so every chapter. Heads up.
My amazing, amazing, amazing beta was/is: alicexdemented

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except maybe this idea and non-existent plotline. I stole everything else. My bad.

Please review if you catch the chance. It would mean an insane amount to me. Thank you.

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Consistently Inconsistent

chapter one: the art of getting there

Vans were probably the worst to sleep in. The seats were never wide enough, but were shaky enough to give you one bitch of a headache. Midnight, the clock pointed out, was four minutes away. Demanding wasn't the right word, but it was the only one he could place down and settle on for his schedule. It was always something.

WHACK.

“Fuck!” InuYasha slammed his foot against the armrest and tried to keep balance without smashing his head into the side of a squishy chair. “I'm trying to write here, asshole.”

Kagome grinned in the rear-view mirror and glanced back, “Sorry. I'm dodging traffic.”

InuYasha sighed, sifting to straighten across the seats and prop his notebook against bent knees. “That phrase isn't meant to be taken literally.”
The clock pointed out 12:01.

InuYasha tilted his head backwards and squinted at the upside-down skeleton trees ghosting over thick concrete and painted gold-silver lines in the dark. He blinked at himself in the stretched window, “Where are we anyway?”

Kagome curved forward to scan a sign and muttered, “Somewhere in the Midwest.” She flipped the right turn signal, “I think.”

InuYasha pushed upwards and twisted sideways with his arms hanging over his thigh and legs propped on a comfy armrest; he raised an eyebrow at the back of the driver's seat. “So… we're close?”

Kagome blew the bangs from her eyes, “Something like that.”

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The first break was the best. Vans had the gross tendency to trap all available hot air and make it stick to you every time you shifted.

InuYasha knotted his silver hair on the top of his head and let himself bathe in the brighter sun and cloudless hour. The land was naked; Midwest it sure was, and he thought that maybe they'd be lucky to see some greener plains.

It had hardly been their first full week of official touring. They'd done the necessary local pre-shows and made the first crappy “demo” CD, mostly for publicity's sake. The response, from both the kids listening and small tiny labels, had been good enough that InuYasha's father, his damn wealthy father who was heavily involved with over-seas imports and had the most outrageous connections, had decided it was time they actually took this garage band somewhere. They had no responsibilities anyway: no jobs, no bills to pay, no school. It was the perfect chance to catch a tour.

The band's Christmas present had been a booking agent/tour manager in the form of Sesshomaru, a few gigs in a Small Club Tour, and enough money to last fucking forever. All they needed was the official record deal, which he was pretty sure a phone call would be coming any day now.
It was almost…

InuYasha felt a tug and looked to see a mildly tan hand stretching out the sleeve of his red shirt. He smiled a little. “Yeah?”

“You'd stand out here forever if we let you.” Miroku tipped his head back and looked at InuYasha's clear eyes through rose sunglasses.

“Maybe.” InuYasha half-turned and skid his feet closer to Miroku's sandal covered ones. “You got a problem with that?”

Miroku laughed and pressed his hand against his head, his not-quite ponytail swayed to the left, “No. But Kagome and Kouga will. And so will your brother. We've gotta be there in a few hours or else we lose the spot.”

“Right, right.” InuYasha muttered.

Miroku pushed at the younger boy's shoulder a little, “Hey now, you should be happy. Our first real show, you know?”

The corner of InuYasha's lips twitched, “Let's go then.”

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Kagome decided that not driving and forcing your loud and obstructive friend to instead was much more fun than anyone gave it credit for.

“You're going the wrong way!”
She was sure that at that volume, there was no way Kouga was doing back-up vocals tonight.

“Am not, you ass! I'm following the damn sign.” InuYasha shouted, sharply switching lanes.

“Fucker- it said turn right not left. For God's sake. Kagome, just please drive.” Kouga was basically begging, glancing between InuYasha's hands gripping the steering wheel and the busy street.

Kagome stuck her tongue out and gave Kouga a look, “I know you just want more time with your boyfriend in your lap and you don't really care about our safety.”

InuYasha blushed, ears tinting pink, and murmured a quiet, “As if.”
Kouga had the decency to look lightly embarrassed, even though it was borderline obvious whose crush was on whom.

Miroku glanced up from his magazine, “Please Kagome- like Inu's really just sitting in Kouga's lap. If you heard-”

“Shut up.” InuYasha's cheeks were cherry, “I'm trying to drive here. … And we are not boyfriends, okay?”

Kouga smirked, “Not for long.”

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Sango woke up sometime around 11:35 p.m. - only half an hour away now - and it was a wonder that she slept through all of the six arguments.

Six really:

“Pull over.”

“No. I can drive just fine.”

“InuYasha. I'm serious. Pull over. Now.”

“Pull your face over.”

“..Now that was just bad.”

“I really have to pee.”

“Kagome, we stopped just two minutes ago.”

“I know but I didn't have to go then.”

“Well, we really should -”

“It's cool, I'll stop. I want some more porn anyway.”

“Miroku, you're not buying porn with my credit card.”

It was surprising when Sango ambled to the front of the van; hair mussed from sleep, and asked, “Do we have any more of those Mars bars? That's some good shit.”

Kagome looked up from her magazine - the fashion one that Miroku had been reading earlier- and shook her head. “No.” She glanced sideways at Kouga studying himself in a body-length mirror that had been forcibly hung from the wall closest to the back door. She nodded towards the brunette and said, “Him and his fat ass ate `em all.”

Sango grinned and watched the now frowning Kouga in the mirror, “Kouga. You are such a whore.”

Said boy was pre-occupied lifting up the rim of a too-tight white shirt and checking out his flat tummy to notice, “For real. You don't think I gained weight, do you?”

Miroku snorted from the very back seat, “Oh yeah. Honey, you're getting bigger and bigger each day.”

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When they did arrive, only two minutes late, and Sesshomaru calling every twenty seconds to make sure everything was okay and that he was almost there (sure enough, wearing black slacks and a striped tie), they were informed that sound check wasn't an option and they had 15 minutes to hit the stage or else it was a no-go.

Pulling their equipment from a nicely sized trailer hanging from the back of their van and setting up was awkward with their awaiting audience staring at every motion. But soon enough InuYasha had a powerful microphone in his hands, Miroku and Kagome were playing synchronized riffs on twin guitars, Kouga attempted jumping off amps wary of his oh-so-precious bass, and Sango broke three pairs of drumsticks. The crowd swooned.