InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing Through Havana Nights ❯ Welcome to Havan! When are we Leaving? ( Chapter 1 )

It was a normal Monday night, save for the fact that instead of being in her bed in Tokyo, Kagome was now half way across the world in Cuba. Her hand began messaging her temple as she leaned against the window of the car—a seventies Chevy that was considered a luxury. The boxy car not only held the disgruntled teen, but also her younger brother and Mother. Her brother, Sota, was situated at the other end of the back seat, looking out the window and pointing at random things and remarking how cool it was. Kagome rolled her eyes. Why was she here? At that thought, her eyes drifted to her mother in the front seat, who was talking with Sota absently. It was her fault. She had to go and get a job half way across the world on an Island that was stuck in the seventies.

 

The girl gave an exasperated sigh, earning the attention of everyone in the car—even the driver who was now looking at her in the rearview mirror. She crossed her arms and looked out the window, a small blush tinting her cheeks. She was not going to let her embarrassment get in the way of just how unfair it was that she was forced into a foreign country.

 

“Kagome, Honey, Is something wrong?” Her mother asked warily, a concerned look crossing her face. She had now turned completely towards the back, to give Kagome her full attention, much to the younger girl's displeasure. After a few seconds of an uncomfortable silence, Kagome gave a frustrated growl, turning to look at her mother; all signs of embracement had vanished to be replaced with anger.

 

“What's wrong?! What's wrong is that I'm in CUBA! For God's sake I don't even speak Spanish!” The girl through up her hands after giving another melodramic sigh and turning to look out the window again.

 

Sota snorted before speaking. “Well you sure speak pretty good English. And stop being such a drama queen. Cuba is going to be fun” He rolled his eyes as his sister glared at him. The boy was only two years younger then his sister, making him a sophomore.

 

The senior next to him flicked him off as she made a face, much to her mother's displeasure. Scrunching up her face, the older woman placed her hands on her hips (the best she could, considering they were in a car)

 

“Now that's enough out of both of you. I'll have you know this promotion means more money, and money means food on your plates. So you have no right to complain, and you wont till you start working,” She held up a hand to her two children who were about to protest. “And I expect you both to be on your best behavior, we are not the only people in Cuba, Mr. Jinkin's is also here with his family” All her anger seemed to disappear as the door was opened and a hand held out to her to help her out of the vehicle, a bright smile on her face.

 

Both her children stared at the women, the sudden change rather disturbing. Once the back door was opened, both siblings looked at each other. Nodding the both got out.

 

“Schizo” They both muttered in unison.

 

 

A sigh escaped Kagome's lips as she leaned on her balcony. She seemed to be doing that a lot. She also seemed to be getting a headache. Her hand came to rub her forehead. Clad in some black pants short enough to have given a nun a heart attack, and dark blue t-shirt that was just a little too small. To complete her nighttime attire, she had a think white robe on, curtsey of the hotel. Although she had no clue why they would give such a winter time robe out to there guests, Cuba was just way to hot for such a thing. At that thought, she returned into her room, taking off her robe and laying it on a chair before tossing her self on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling, letting her thoughts wonder around her new situation.

 

Although you wouldn't know it from this hotel, Cuba was at the forefront of the beginning of yet another revolution. It seemed no matter what decade, Cuba was being ruled by yet another tyrant, at least that's what the rest of the world thought. This time, the tyrant wasn't just trying to liberate Cuban's, but also demons. The rest of society, the human portion at least, thought it would be better if demons weren't apart of our world. They were, after all, the “inferior” species. Although you would never know that, the revolutionary leader was supposedly hiding out in Mexico, close enough in everyone's opinions. So close, in fact that Cuba had one of the highest concentrations of demons in the world, partly because Cuban's were so open to them. Yet who ever listened to Cubans? Kagome rolled her eyes at that thought, if they did, the world would be a much better place.

 

Kagome shook her head, she wasn't much into politics, but that didn't mean she hadn't felt the tension in the Hotel. A lot of demon's worked as maids and waiters down by the pool. She had only bumped into a maid, who she had quickly bonded with. Alana was a smart, very Irish woman, but no matter what color she was or where she came from, she would always be discriminated against just because she was a raccoon demon and thus looked like one. She was sweet and fluent in Spanish. Alana had moved to Cuba with her father when she was ten, so it made sense. It was amazing how nice she was, Kagome never knew that anyone could be so kind hearted. They had instantly become friends.

 

The girl smiled at the thought. She was glad there was someone she could talk to. The smile left her face as she reflected back on something the elder women had said. She had commented on how only lower level demon's worked here. She said despite how different and more animalistic they looked, the less of a threat they were. When Kagome had inured further, the elder women had shaken her head speaking some words in Spanish before rather angrily at Kagome, and replying. She had stated that it was because then there was no chance of interracial breeding. Kagome had made a face at the word she used, but Alana had mistaken it and had scolded Kagome before abruptly leaving. It had taken a lot of coaxing before the women finally understood. When she did, she had apologized profusely.

 

Alana was an amusing person. Kagome liked that about people, they had to have a sense of humor, or Kagome couldn't stand to be around them for long amounts of time. The young girl smiled again at the thought. It was so true. Her smile changed to a look of confusion as she realized she was tapping her foot to a beat. Sitting up, she looked out towards her balcony. The music was far off, but it had a nice beat to it.

 

Standing the girl walked back out of her room and onto the balcony. Leaning against the rail again, she saw just beyond the tree's a burning light. Raising her eyebrow, she leaned farther out. It looked vaguely like a bond fire. Breathing in the air, she confirmed that thought as a very faint smell of burning wood tickled her nose. It sounded like fun. Kagome swayed to the beat on her balcony. Long raven black locks were blown back by the wind that carried the sent that reminded Kagome so much of her childhood. Her Grandpa had insisted that a fire was healthy, and thus made sure to light one each night. Kagome's eyes had closed at the thought. She wished she could hear the music better, it was only a faint beat, but it was nothing she had ever heard in Japan.

 

“Kagome! Get away from the window!” Her mother scolded as her door was opened. Kagome flung around to face the women, about to start apologizing when she realized what her mother had said. Raising her eyebrows she crossed her arms, also remembering that she had been angry at this women only a half hour ago. Must keep up appearances.

 

“Why? Is this a new form of torture? First, take you children four billion miles away, and then deny them any fresh air? Really, mother, you need to come up with something better” Kagome spoke, distain dripping from every word. Her mother huffed and crossed her arms. Her concerned disposition changing to one of anger in 3.5 seconds, really, her mother should be the spokes women for Prozac

 

“No, it's just what on earth will I do when I have the flock of teenage boys you've been entertaining at my door? Should I invite them for tea? Or perhaps another one of your performances?” The women's own sarcastic words matching her daughters perfectly. She shut the door quickly, but not before scowling.

 

Kagome turned back around to find her mother's statement true. A small group of boys was standing on the poolside staring at her. When they realized she had seen them the all waved and whistled. Instantly Kagome frown, quickly flicking them off before walking into her room and shutting the door. It was only inside her own well-lit room that Kagome's beat red face could be seen.

 

“Lucky me”