InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness Before Dawn ❯ Change ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Kagome sighed with resignation. Leave it to Koga to see beyond the vagueness of her words. "I didn't know he was here. In all actuality, I thought the whole ordeal was a dream. I was still feeling a bit out of it this morning, so I sat down at the piano and began to play, completely unaware that I had an avid audience." She took another sip of tea to collect her thoughts, before continuing. "Like I told you, Inuyasha's a musician. His band is currently in search of a lead singer and after my impromptu performance, he was convinced I would be perfect. Somehow he talked me into auditioning before the rest of his band."

"You're kidding me, right?" he asked, blinking at the woman in shock.

Kagome gave a low chuckle at the dumbfounded expression on his face. "Serious as a heart attack," she swore with a crossing motion over her chest. "Inuyasha has some...unique skills in the art of persuasion. He can be quite charming! Now don't give me that look, Koga..." she warned when his eyes narrowed again. "I told you it wasn't like that! He merely convinced me that my music would give me an outlet for all this pain."

"Kagome, you have been told the same thing by me, your therapist, and countless other people! What makes this Inuyasha's suggestion more valid than ours?" Koga was beginning to harbor a serious dislike for this stranger.

"I don't know, Koga," Kagome replied honestly. "There was just something about the wayhe said it. There was a light in his eyes that carried a truth I could no longer refute." The girl looked into the depths of her mug as though seeking a way to explain what she meant. "Inuyasha exudes this...passion for music. He reminds me of me back in the day, I suppose."

The man looked thoughtfully at the woman before him. In Koga's mind, Kagome was teetering on the precipise of a life altering decision. The musician in her wanted to dive into the waiting sea of hope stretching endlessly before her. However, her fractured and abused heart longed to remain in the shadows cast by the darkness of her recent past. He had to weigh his next words carefully because-- as her friend-- he was loathe to see her tumble back into the abyss of despair. "So, I take it you auditioned for them. How did it go?"

A smile played upon her lips. "It was amazing, Koga. I've never performed with a live band like that before, and the energy was unlike anything I've ever known! Not even singing with the university's choir and symphony could compare! Everything was so raw, so intense, and so exhilarating! I felt the music flow through me instead of around me!" Kagome's eyes took on a far away look as she replayed the audition in her mind. "They're good, Koga. They're really good."

Koga sat back in the plush chair and marveled at the change in Kagome's demeanor as she spoke of the band. It was as though she had gone through a complete metamorphosis in the space of only a heartbeat. There was a spark of life in her dark eyes that he hadn't seen in a very long time. "So did you get it?"

Kagome's bubble of euphoria burst at the softly spoken words. Kagome sighed heavily as she recalled the conversation with Inuyasha after the audition. "There was a bit of concern about my 'pop' history. It turns out that the bassist was a big fan of my old work."

"Old stuff?" Koga frowned in confusion. "You mean they aren't a pop band?"

"No," she chuckled. "They are about as far from the pop genre as you can get! Anyway, in the end they decided that I was good enough to become one of them."

"Good enough?" he cried incredulously. "If they knew who you were, how could there have been any doubt?"

"Because they aren't a pop band! It wasn't my voice that was the issue for them. Think about it, Koga. If you were to promote a heavy rock band who suddenly let a bubbly pop singer become the lead vocalist, what would you think?"

Koga had the grace to blush. He couldn't argue the point when she put it like that. Then another discouraging thought came to mind and he leaned forward again. "Princess, I've got to ask you this..." Taking her hands in his, he searched for a delicate way to voice his concerns. "Are you sure they aren't just using your name to further their own careers?"

"Did you not hear what I just said?!" Kagome gave him a reassuring smile to gentle the sting of her words. "I'm positive Koga. In fact, we decided to keep my identity a secret from the public for now. I'll simply be known as "The Dark Angel", complete with costume and mask. Instead of promoting me, we are going to place more emphasis on the new sound of Hell's Redemption."

"New sound? Or new singer?" Koga raised a skeptical brow and sarcasm dripped from his tone. "I'm sorry, Kagome, but I can't help but think they are just using you. It all sounds a bit fishy to me."

"Please, Koga, don't give me hell about this," Kagome pleaded in frustration. "I've already beaten that question to death! If I believed -- for even one second-- that this was a bad choice, I wouldn't have accepted the offer! They accepted me, and are honoring my request to remain anonymous. After spending the whole day with them, discussing our plans and then rehearsing to the point of exhaustion, I think I can trust them. This is my last chance to make some sense out of the nightmare my life has become."

Koga raised his hands in surrender and relented. "Okay fine. I'll back off for now, Princess." He smiled at Kagome, trying to lighten the mood some when he said, "So does this mean I'll be getting my favorite client back?"

"Always the agent," Kagome joked with a crooked smile. "I think it's a bit early to bring up the idea of hiring an agent. They seem to be doing pretty well on their own."

Koga rose from the comfortable chair. He walked to the entryway and slipped on his loafers. Kagome followed behind, a look of quiet resolve on her features. He pulled the woman into an impulsive embrace. "Are you sure about this Princess?" he asked softly.

"No," she whispered, returning the friendly hug, "but I have to try, Koga. I can't go on like this forever." Kagome pulled away from him and opened the door.

Refusing to depart on such a serious note, Koga flashed Kagome his best thousand-watt agent smile. "Well, just remember, if they decide they need and agent..."

"I'll give them your card!" Kagome laughed as she shoved him out the door. "Now get out of here. I've got an early morning rehearsal!"

"Damn," Kagome grumbled as she slapped a hand down on the snooze button again, and then snuggled back under the downy comforter. "Five more minutes, Mama..."

The solace of sleep she sought was not meant to be, however, as the sharp ring of the telephone invaded the stillness. Kagome bolted upright, groping for the phone on the nightstand. Hearing it fall to the floor, she muttered a frustrated “shit” before continuing the search for the offensive disturber–of-the-peace. In the process of leaning over the edge of the bed, her hand slipped off the mattress causing the sleepy woman to tumble to the floor in an undignified heap.

Please let this be the worst part of the day!Kagome prayed silently as she hit the "talk" button. "The building better be on fire!" she barked, flipping the mess of tangles over her head and blowing the tickling strays from her face. The deep male chuckle that answered Kagome’s growl elicited a low groan from the poor woman

"My, my, someone is grumpy this morning!" Inuyasha quipped. "Rise and shine, Angel! I'm stopping for quick bite as we speak. Any requests before I get there?"

"More sleep," she moaned. It seemed like she had just closed her eyes a minute before the alarm had gone off. His chipper tone this early in the morning grated on her last nerve.

"Fat chance, Babe. Try again."

"Caffeine. Lots of it." Kagome pushed her tired body off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You got it! I'll be there in twenty, so you'd better get presentable!"

Kagome's eyes swiveled to the alarm clock. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "It's seven thirty!"

"Yeah, I know, so move your ass!" He chuckled again. "See you in few."

"Yeah," she replied and ended the call. Kagome scrambled to gather her clothes and hop in the shower. Just as she pulled her shirt on, the doorbell began pealing madly. Hair still dripping wet, Kagome raced for the door, undid the locks, and yanked it open. Before her stood a vision in black denim jeans, white tank top and black denim jacket. His long silvery hair cascaded freely over his shoulders. She shook her head to dispel the strange feelings the sight of him stirred. "You're early! I still have five minutes!" she grouched.

Inuyasha shrugged and smiled. "Traffic was light," he said, holding out a large Styrofoam cup. "I didn't know how you took yours, so I got it black."

"Oh thank the Kamis!" Kagome left the door open for him to come in while she moved to the kitchen. She liberally laced the steaming beverage with sugar and creamer then sipped the heavenly brew. A dreamy sigh escaped her lips as the rejuvenating liquid pooled in her gullet. "Maybe I can make it through this day after all," she muttered as she moved back toward the bedroom. "I've gotta throw my hair up and I'll be right out."

After kicking off his sneakers, Inuyasha followed her through the apartment and leaned against the door frame of the bathroom. He watched Kagome's movements over the rim of his own cup, admiring the way her snug green t-shirt hugged every curve. "So did you have a chance to go over that music last night?"

Kagome looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and responded. "A little. There are a few I'd like to try today, if that's all right?" She vigorously toweled her hair, applied some product to it, and began brushing the tangles from the luxurious mane.

When she bent forward to brush the underside of her hair, Inuyasha nearly choked on his coffee as the indigo denim shorts were stretched provocatively over her posterior and the soft material of her shirt rode up to expose a glimpse of creamy skin at her waist.

Kagome pulled the thick tresses into a high ponytail then flipped it back as she straightened. She caught the bug-eyed expression of her band mate in the mirror. "What?" she asked curiously. "Is there something on my back?" The woman began twisting to ascertain what had caught his attention. The innocent, yet provocative poses only served to further inflame his baser self.

Inuyasha coughed to clear the desire that clogged his throat. "Ah, no." He flushed slightly, furious with himself at getting caught staring like a starving man at a banquet. Get a grip you idiot! You're acting like some virgin teenager! Down boy!He castigated his inner hentai demon. "I just...Will you stop THAT!" he shouted, unable to concentrate on a convincing lie while she turned this way and that. "I said there's nothing there! If you're done, can we just go?"

Kagome blinked at him over her shoulder. "Uh..sure. Let me grab my jacket." What's eating him?she wondered as they moved back to the living room. While lacing up her white Keds, she peeked at him from under her bangs. However, Inuyasha refused to look at her while tying the laces of his black high tops, still trying to reign in his raging hormones. She pulled out her license and a few bills out of her purse and then stuffed the articles into her back pocket before picking up her keys. "Okay, I'm ready," the woman informed him as she grabbed the green hooded sweatshirt from the coat rack.

Inuyasha remained silent as they made their way to the lobby. He was still trying to control his wayward thoughts when they walked through the large glass doors of the building's entrance.

"Thank you, Hogasha," Kagome smiled at the vigilant doorman. She frowned when the man shot Inuyasha a suspicious glance. "Hogosha, this is Inuyasha. Please show him the same courtesy that you would to any other visitor that comes here!"

The doorman blushed and bowed. "Forgive me, Miss Higurashi! I was only concerned for your welfare!"

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Under Koga's orders, no doubt?" When the man nodded vigorously, she muttered, "I'm going to have to have another talk with that man!"

"Who's Koga?" Inuyasha barked.

"He's an overprotective neighbor," she explained.

"Keh. Let's just get this show on the road," he grumbled, pulling Kagome along by her elbow.

Kagome angrily yanked her arm out of his grip. What tripped his trigger this time? "Where did you park?"

"Right there," he replied, pointing to a sleek red Suzuki motorcycle.

Having finally caught sight of their ‘ride’, she immediately halted in her tracks, a look of disbelief painted upon her face. "Oh no. No, no, no! I am NOT getting on that death trap!" Kagome cried and halted in her tracks.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes to the heavens for divine intervention. "What's the big deal, Kagome? It's a motorcycle, so what? I'm a safe driver, and I can maneuver through traffic better on this than in your car."

His assurances did nothing to assuage her fears. "I'm not getting on that thing," Kagome reiterated in a huff. "We either take my car, or I don't go!"

Inuyasha stood before her and asked her in a near whisper, "Do you trust me?"

Kagome looked wide-eyed at him. "I barely know you!"

"But in the short time you have known me, have I led you wrong?"

"Well, no, but..."

Inuyasha smiled and said, "Then trust that I won't kill you while on the bike." He saw her war with her fears and decided to find out the source. "Were you in a motorcycle accident?"

"No," she whispered. "But one of them killed my father..." Kagome's eyes became glazed as the grief of that long ago day returned. "He was cut off by one coming home from work one day. The police said he swerved to miss the guy and lost control. He crashed into a telephone pole. The impact killed him instantly."

Inuyasha took an icy hand into his own. "Then it's not the motorcycle you should fear, Kagome. It's all those idiots who don't have the sense to control them properly that pose the danger." He led her to the bike, lifted her onto the seat, and soothed her trembling body with his soft words while helping her find the foot pegs. "Listen to me, Angel. I take riding very seriously, and I'm never reckless when I drive." He swung her leg over the seat then placed a helmet on her head. "Safety first," he declared with a grin. "Not to mention it's a practical accessory for the celebrity in hiding!" he chuckled. "What better way to conceal your face than with a full face helmet?" Carefully straddling the seat in front of her, Inuyasha started the engine, and slipped his own helmet on while explaining, "Just wrap your arms around my waist, and follow my lead. We'll start off real slow till you get the feel of it, okay?"

Kagome squeezed her eyes shut before she did as he had instructed. When he released the kickstand and accelerated, she screamed and tightened her arms like a vice.

"Easy, Angel," he crooned. "Loosen up a bit so I can breathe!"

"I-I'm sorry" she stammered, complying to his gasped request. Inuyasha eased the bike onto the street and -true to his word- he moved cautiously with the flow of traffic. "Okay, first turn, so lean with me," he instructed.

"What?!" she cried in alarm.

"Calm down," he called back over his shoulder. "Just move with me, okay?" He felt her helmet move in affirmation against his back. Inuyasha executed the turn with ease and felt the woman behind him relax a bit. "See! It's easy, ne?" Accelerating a bit more to match the speed limit, he smiled to himself in triumph. They rode on in silence until he neared the expressway. "How you doing back there?"

"F-Fine..." she shouted hesitantly. Kagome had not completely released the death grip around his waist, but she had to admit that it wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined. Inuyasha was a very good driver and he hadn't poked fun at her fear of the machine. His patient understanding was the only reason she hadn't bolted back to her apartment and locked the door.

"Great," he said as he pulled up to a red light. "Now listen, Kagome, we're gonna be pulling on to the expressway soon, so just take some deep breaths until you get used to the speed. Just try to relax and enjoy the ride!" She nodded her head, and he could feel her chest rise and fall with slow, deep breaths against his back. All the blood drained from his head to parts further south on his anatomy at the sensation of her breasts pressing into his back. Dammit! DOWN BOY! his mind screamed. The last thing he needed was for his hormones to take over and send them crashing into a guardrail. Inuyasha took a few calming breaths of his own before turning onto the ramp.

Sango heard the rumble of Inuyasha's motorcycle as it pulled into the lot. "Oh, that IDIOT!" she cried before racing through the open bay door. Miroku scratched his head in confusion while following at a more sedate pace. "Inuyasha!" the bassist yelled as she ran up to the pair. "What the hell were you thinking bringing her here on that death-trap?"

Inuyasha pulled his helmet off, shook out his hair and killed the engine. Ignoring the outraged expression on his band mate's face, he turned to look at the woman behind him. "You okay?" he asked.

Kagome removed the helmet, a brilliant smile playing upon her lips. "Oh my stars!" She laughed with excitement. "That was actually kind of fun!" Inuyasha chuckled and Sango's jaw hung slack at the woman's bold statement. Kagome handed Inuyasha the helmet, slid off the high back-end of the bike, and walked toward the building.

"Well, I'll be..." Inuyasha mumbled in amusement. He hung the helmets on the handlebars, set the kickstand and walked toward the bassist. "What are you waiting for, Sango," he asked as he threw an arm over the shocked girl's shoulders. "Some kind of formal invitation to rehearsal?"

"Ohayo, Miroku," Kagome greeted the drummer.

"Uh, morning..." When Inuyasha and Sango passed him, he asked "What did I miss?"

"Mother-hen here thought I was crazy for dragging Kagome here on the Beast," Inuyasha explained. "Hey! Are those donuts?!" The guitarist released Sango and raced for the white box of pastries Kagome was picking through in the kitchen.

"And coffee!" Kagome called back in a dreamy voice.

"Sweet!"

"You're welcome," Sango shouted. She then turned to Miroku and laughed, "Good thing we got ours already!"

Kagome settled on the couch with her cheese danish and a mug of coffee. When the others joined her, Sango asked, "Did you find that disc helpful, Kagome?"

"Yes, actually. There are actually a few songs on there I'd like to try today, if that's all right," she suggested hesitantly. A low growl of warning erupted from Inuyasha's throat and Kagome stuck her tongue out in response

Miroku cast a curious look at the pair then replied, "Just bear in mind that we haven't touched a lot of those songs in over a year. We may not sound our best."

Kagome smiled at the drummer. "Well, then I guess we'll be on a level playing field then." The group laughed and enjoyed a companionable breakfast before they got down to work

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Eac h of the musicians was drenched in sweat as the rehearsal dragged on into the afternoon. The unusually warm spring day had heated the interior of the building to sweltering temperatures. They were all exhausted, yet none were willing to give up until they successfully conquered this song.

"No, no, no!" Inuyasha yelled and the other members halted their playing on a discordant note. "Dammit Sango! You're dragging that last beat out too long!"

"Not according to the way YOU wrote it!" she snapped back. Ripping the sheet music from the stand, Sango threw it at him. "If you want it played different, then I suggest YOU FIX IT!"

Kagome hung her head. "I think we need a break," she suggested quietly as the two guitarists glared at each other.

"I agree," Miroku added as he started to stand.

Without taking his eyes off the bassist, Inuyasha pointed a finger at the drummer and threatened, "Move one inch and I'll tie you to that damn stool!"

"Inuyasha," Kagome pleaded, "we are all hot, tired and it's affecting the quality of the music!"

"You think I don't know that?" he yelled, swiveling his fiery glare on the singer. "Need I remind you that this particular song was YOUR choice?"

Kagome sighed in defeat and cast the bassist an apologetic look before answering him. "No, you don't have to remind me. Perhaps if we just sat down and looked at the music again, maybe we could figure out what the problem is."

"Fine," he barked. "But we sit down right here! No one leaves the stage!" Inuyasha slid the guitar strap over his head and set it in the stand behind him. Miroku grabbed four bottles of water out of the cooler beside him, plucked his music from the clip he had rigged to the microphone and sat next to Sango in the middle of the stage. Kagome spread her music out before her as Inuyasha settled beside her.

Kagome smiled her gratitude at the drummer when he tossed her the ice cold beverage. "Okay," she started after taking a long drink, "where exactly is the problem?"

Inuyasha leaned over the music. "Here, here and here," he pointed to illustrate the problem areas, "the last beat of these measures is too long, and Miroku you're dragging ass big time here."

"It's a bit difficult to keep the pace consistent when you change the tempo three times in four measures. My arms are fast, but not that fast," he commented.

"Okay, so we need to rewrite some stuff," Kagome supplied before an argument broke out. "Be right back."

"Hey!" the guitarist shouted when she rose. "Where are you going? I said no one leaves the stage!"

"Give it a rest Inuyasha," she grumbled while walking away from them, "I'm just grabbing a pencil!" Kagome hopped off the stage and retrieved the nub of a pencil from the top of the piano. When she returned to the group the singer grabbed Sango's music and began writing notes above the specified measures, before handing them back to the bassist. "Go practice," she ordered with a shooing motion of her hand.

While Sango sat with her guitar and went over the improved material, Kagome handed the pencil to Inuyasha. "Now, the two of you need to compromise on the difficulties of the tempo. Work together and you may be surprised by the results." She rose and walked from the stage once again as she told them, "I am going to take my music down to the piano and fiddle with some of the notes that are giving me fits; see if I can find something in my range that works better."

"Does anyone else feel like we're in high school band class?" Miroku quipped to his friends.

Inuyasha smiled proudly at the woman who sat at the piano. "She's really something isn't she? We would have argued for hours if she hadn't stepped in. Only two rehearsals and she's taking the lead. Sure is a big change from the routine we used to have."

"Yeah," the drummer agreed. "You would have exploded, Kikyo would have blamed everything on us, Sango would've started punching me and I would have had to try to calm everyone down. This is a much better solution."

"Less talking, more working," Kagome called in stern voice.

"Yes, ma'am" Inuyasha called with a mocking salute and turned his attention to the sheet music. "Ok, here's where it drags..."

Kagome smiled to herself as she heard the tapping of Miroku's sticks on the stage and Sango struggling to adjust to the new changes. Everyone got a bit of a breather, yet work is still getting done...not bad Higurashi! The singer mentally patted herself on the back.

Twenty minutes later, Miroku tapped out a furious rhythm while Sango and Inuyasha matched him with their own un-amplified instruments. The trio finished the difficult section of music and laughed triumphantly when they finally nailed it. Kagome joined them on stage, ready to take on the song from beginning to end. "Okay, folks, shall we try it from the top?" They nodded at the suggestion and took their places.

Once Inuyasha and Sango had their guitars plugged in he flipped the power switch. Miroku clicked the tempo on his sticks, before stomping on the pedal of the bass drum to cue the guitarists to join him in the powerful drive of the song's intro. Kagome tapped her fingers on her leg with one hand while the other gripped the microphone. The perfect unison of the instruments paused for a heartbeat before Kagome raised her mouth to the meshed screen.

Baptized with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself


War between him and the day

Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone

Inuyasha leaned back as he rapidly moved the pick across the strings of his guitar in a syncopated rhythm with Miroku's flying drumbeats and Sango's intricate bass notes. Kagome's melodic voice drifted from the massive speakers as the poetic lyrics carried elegantly across the room. Sango lent her voice to harmonize with the singer's, bringing new depth to the message of fleeting hope.

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Kagome turned and smiled as the three musicians played out the section that had caused them so many problems. Inuyasha threw his head forward and bobbed it up and down in time with Miroku's pounding beats. When he straightened again, she caught the gleam of pride in his golden eyes. He shot her a cocky smile, never breaking in the frantic pace of his playing. Kagome pulled the microphone from the stand and approached him in a near predatory crouch as she sang to him.

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time we reach
For the ones who ever dare

Before the last word escaped her lips she turned and ran to Sango, leaning into the smiling bassist's microphone to belt out the next cryptic lines.

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

Kagome, embracing the driving rhythm, raced to stand behind Miroku. She ran a hand sensuously through his hair, tilting the drummers head back to look at her. She smiled at the shiver that ran through him as the power of her voice was centered on him before she shoved his head away from her. How he managed to endure that without breaking the intense tempo was a wonder to the rest of them.

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak


Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

The singer moved across the stage in that slow, measured stalk as the chorus repeated. Inuyasha was practically drooling as she locked her gaze upon him, her head tilting back and forth in time with each perfectly timed syllable. Her tone turned slightly husky to match the smoldering look in her eyes. Invigorated--and slightly aroused--by her performance, he jerked his hips in rhythm with the change in tempo. One hand reached out to him as she angrily bit out the bridge.

Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling

She pulled her hand back before it made contact with his muscular shoulder and Inuyasha bit back a groan of disappointment. Kagome gave him a cruel smile and his narrowed eyes promised retribution. She practically skipped away from him to return to Sango's microphone to harmonize the last two refrains. While Sango echoed the last word of the bridge, Kagome leaned to whisper something into the bassist's ear.

The music fell silent during a purposeful pause, and the women shared a calculated smile. The drummer shot Inuyasha a look that clearly said "What are they up to?" The guitarist merely shrugged as the driving music resumed with a vengeance. The females flawlessly switched to the new key to sing the first chorus in unison, but when the second refrain began, Kagome continued on while Sango improvised; repeating some words slightly off Kagome's beat or changing the length and pitch of the notes for the lyrics.

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak


Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Sango screamed out the last word as the music came to it's dramatic conclusion. The women smiled triumphantly at each other before Kagome threw one arm around the panting bassist's shoulders. " You see? You need to break out like that more often, Sango. Like I said, just have fun with it!"

"You're right, Kagome," she replied with a giddy laugh. "That felt great!"

Inuyasha and Miroku stared in awe at the women. Neither of them had ever heard Sango break loose like that; she usually just lent a gentle harmony to the lead vocals. When the silence stretched, Miroku looked at his band mates and questioned, "Does anybody else feel like they need a cigarette after that?"

The group erupted in laughter as Inuyasha switched the power off. "Fucking pervert..." he joked, then quickly dodged the drumstick that was hurled at his head.