InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams of Success ❯ The Movie and the Mysterious Watcher ( Chapter 2 )

Last Revision: Jan. 31, 2004

Chapter Two

The Movie and the Mysterious Watcher

Himura Inuyasha flicked his dying cigarette towards the opposite alley wall that immediately lured him under the false illusion that it was steadily closing in on him, promising to crush him at any minute.

He remained silent as the cigarette stood out like a flickering speck of rusty orange within the looming darkness, relieving himself of the heavy sigh that probed nonstop at his insides.

Thoughts flooded through his mind like a rabid waterfall, overflowing and never diminishing as he bowed his head remorsefully. Thoughts about his newfound career, his past, and the life that he could've had, struck like lightening bolts at his brain, desperate for answers. Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this damn career? Why in the Hell did she leave me? Why in the Hell did I forget about my past and leave it far behind me?

Why…can't I stop thinking about 'her'?

The feeble glare of the full moon caused the sinister flocks of shadows to dance awkwardly across his face as his silver-rimmed shades fell slightly from the curve of his nose, unveiling his cryptic, amber eyes. Using both his index and middle finger, he gently shoved the glasses back into position and lifted his head in order to search his pants pockets for anymore indispensable packs of cigarettes and his lighter.

It was then that he heard that familiar laughter, the weak laugh of an angel, brush against his ears as he stopped in mid-motion and peered cautiously over the edge of the wall towards the crowded parking lot of the movie theater.

His short, ebony, bronze-streaked mane glistened dully beneath the intent gaze of the moon, tousling slightly beneath the feeble pressure of the cool, night breeze. His eyes narrowed vaguely beneath the darkness of his shades, as the view around him grew sharper and more apparent, zeroing in on two, young, raven-haired women as they giggled themselves towards the outside ticket stand.

Somehow, only the nearby woman to the left managed to consume his attention. She appeared happy, yet disturbed. She appeared fragile, yet strong. She was the woman that he had lost years ago.

~*~

"Then Sam ran through the classroom crying and I had to send the little boy to detention even if he meant the frog thing to be a good way to tell her that he liked her," Kagome finished with a gentle sigh as she took her ticket stub and paraded through the entrance of the lobby, "I can only wish I had a boy who liked me that much in High School."

Eri chuckled. It was finally great that she had found the answer to her problems, to the pile of dilemmas that always made her stomach churn with perturbed awareness. It was just pure luck on her side that her friend was actually talking candidly to her, talking to her about things that usual friends reminisced over, and that her divorce was nothing but a slight stumble in her life. She's finally happy, if only for now.

Eri and Kagome stopped before the concession counter, Eri smiling, Kagome's almost fading with life. A blonde haired man eased himself carefully against the counter, his baby blues bouncing from Eri onto Kagome with that usual boyish charm that would make any woman occupy his bed one day and want to leave him the next.

"Hi, how may I help you girls?" the young employee questioned automatically, a weak smile tilting his lips just as his eyes had a chance to roam the body of the nearby woman to the left.

"Yeah, umm…" Tapping her finger in wonder against her rosy lips, Eri finally pointed towards a red box found on the very last shelf of the display case, "The red box right there."

With a subtle sigh, the employee kneeled down behind the counter and slid open the door to the display case before removing the candy and setting it before Eri, who gave a chaste smile that did more than made up for her thanks. It wasn't until she swung her joyous gaze towards Kagome did her brilliant smile falter, never finding enough life to bless her lips ever again, "Hey, Kagome?"

Snapping out of her heavy daze, Kagome quickly shook the rest of the errant thoughts from her mind and pointed towards a candy bar found on the top shelf, "That right there please."

"Yes, Ma'am," was the strained reply of the concession personnel as he knelt down once again to retrieve the package only to place it on the counter and shove it boldly towards her. "This'll be on the house," the masculine blonde huskily added, a malicious spark twinkling within the innocent blue depths of his eyes.

Lips slightly parted, Kagome peered down towards the box before peeking beneath her bangs back into the expectant baby blues of the blonde man. Right then, she was left unable to deny the fact that he was trying to turn her on with only his captivating smile and breathtaking looks, which did all but blow her away.

Slamming her money down onto the counter, Kagome repetitively mumbled, "Sorry, but I'm not interested."

Immediately, almost as if the flame to his smile was extinguished by the choking death-grip of water, the growing charm in his eyes and face wavered then died slowly.

Eri caught the expression and just as briskly as Kagome threw her money onto the table before grabbing her box of candy, desperate to distant herself as faraway as humanly possible from the concession counter and the impending conflict.

Kagome peered over her shoulder towards her retreating friend before taking her candy as well and strolling off in the same direction, ignoring the wounded look of the young employee.

Not even his pained gaze seemed to phase her mind or cause even her shoulders to flinch as she trudged onward towards the end of a dim hallway, disregarding the constant looks she earned from her worried companion.

Darkness settled over Kagome's eyes like the comforting touch of cool silk over scorching flesh. It nearly caused a relieving sigh to touch the tips of her lips, yet she quickly suppressed it as she headed over towards an identical pair of seats located within the very center of the theater.

Eri followed close behind with worried eyes, scuttling across the center aisle into the chair nearest to Kagome and plopping carelessly into its rigid cushions. She stared up consciously as the last preview flickered across the screen, her left eye vaguely peering over towards Kagome who had sometime ago opened her package of candy and started nibbling silently at her treat.

Suddenly, the same sinking feeling that Eri became so keen to avoid came pummeling back, groping at the bowls of her stomach and slowly making its way towards her chest, enveloping it in that familiar fiery sensation that always made her shake off the drunken feeling of nausea. She was worried; her eyes were flooding with concern and wonder as she continued to peer out of the corners of her eyes towards her stone-faced companion.

Kagome could feel her disconnected gaze lock on her pallid cheek, intent on burning a straight hole through her flesh, yet she ignored it with a simple adjustment as she nestled further into her seat and continued to nibble her candy carelessly. Why won't she stop staring at me like this? She bitterly thought, finding out the hard way that she couldn't escape from her companion's worried gaze, Why won't she just leave me the hell alone and stop staring at me like I'm some kind of orphaned child?

Why won't she leave the bare fact alone and just say that I'm depressed and that my life is nothing but a total waste?

The movie finally started, leaving Kagome wallowing within a whirlwind of emotions that plagued her mind. She tried her best to bite back the unbearable vigor of the frown that was just desperate to show about her face and expose her entire feelings to the world, yet biting soon turned into gnawing as she eased her candy bar onto the armrest of the theater chair. She self consciously furled her lower lip further beneath its grinding twin as the opening credits emerged onto the screen, reflecting within the dark pupils of her glazy eyes.

Beneath the heavy curtain of darkness, Eri tossed her friend an apprehensive glimpse before swinging her eyes over towards the screen, vaguely shaking her head. Why won't she tell me how she feels? she thought wearily.

She understood that trying to find answers to the issues that swelled endlessly between her and Kagome were like trying to find a needle within a haystack. Even if she did find the solution would she be pricked or would she escape the haystack with no problems and the answer within her grasp?

Eri silently withheld the heavy sigh itching at the very corners of her throat as shadows from the glowing screen lapped hungrily at her face.

She finally understood that probably no matter what she'd do for her friend that her divorce will probably never be forgotten.

~*~

Mouth dragging the last bit of noxious fumes from the fresh cigarette, Inuyasha propped his left foot against the splintered brick just as a blanket of mist surfaced upon the wall like a thin film of sweat. Taking the crooked cigarette from his lips, he slowly exhaled the smoke lingering idly within his lungs through his mouth, watching as the feeble gray clouds struggled to stay alive only to die into the darkness.

The heavy gaze of the moon ricocheted from the darkened lens of his shades just as he lifted his head, his eyes closely following after the trailing road of moonlight as it stopped abruptly at a mysterious limousine devoured in a glimmering tone of black. His eyes, then, immediately wilted at the sight, life dripping from their amber depths as he flicked the burning cigarette to join alongside of his latter cigarette.

Damn it, he mildly thought, irritation brusquely lacing with his words, Every single time I manage to find some time to myself, those fuckin' bodyguards always get in my way.

A heavy sigh poured from his flaring nostrils as he hoisted himself from his lounging position against the wall and slowly headed for the awaiting limousine, the bustling engine humming against his ears. His head was thrumming still with the criticizing questions of his life as they all crammed into his mind, pricking at his brain one by one with a desperate longing for answers, answers that he knew he could never give.

The familiar twinge of frustration surged through his veins, causing his sensitive flesh to crawl in alarm even as the chauffeur slid out of his driver's seat and circled the limo in order to open the passenger door for the approaching actor.

Right then, he swore he could feel his stomach lurch out of pure disgust, yet he simply ignored it as the astonished gazes of loitering strangers fell to a still upon the limo just as a line of whispers hovered above them like a flock of scavenging birds.

He spared the gathering audience one, dreary glance before flashing a quick, appealing smile and slipping into the passenger's seat.

Instinctively closing the door, the chauffeur twirled on his heel and tipped his hat towards the gaping audience before scuttling back to the driver's door and stooping beneath the roof, hunkering down calmly into the leathered interior. Pulling the door shut beside him, he quickly strapped on his seatbelt before rearing the car off towards the main entrance of the parking lot.

The startled crowd watched on in amazement as the crimson taillights of the limo died into the night, only becoming red, flickering specks within the distance.

Suddenly, a nearby blonde noisily cleared his throat before plainly murmuring, "Hey, wasn't that Himura Inuyasha?"

Not a person dare answer as a growing tension shambled through the hordes of couples and amazed customers. Only awkward coughs shattered through the silence as they continued to gaze towards the parking lot entry, unable to speak.

"Yep. That was him alright."

~*~

Folding his arms furiously against his chest, Inuyasha watched as the passing scenery blurred into nothing but a palette of different colored smudges before his numbing eyes. He sulked quietly within his seat; a majority of his fuming expression hidden beyond his shades as the tranquil ride instantly grew boring and absurd to both his body and mind.

Suddenly, the shady panel that he had just moments ago switched up, hesitantly slithered down halfway, shattering the barrier separating the driver's front from the passenger's back.

Inuyasha suppressed the irritating growl that threatened to force through his lips as the chauffeur peered towards the rear view mirror, his sagging eyes finally capturing his slouched form within the very left corner of the mirror.

"Sir," he began simply, a deep English accent mingling softly with his voice, "would you like for us to stop for anything to eat before we reach the villa?"

In that question, Inuyasha swore he could sense a faint twinkle of gratitude glint within his eyes, yet he only gave a feeble smile and replied, "Nah, let's just go home. I have to listen to my damn brother's mouth anyway when I get there, so what's the use?"

The chauffeur lifted his eyes once more from the road, giving a weak smile towards that same corner in the rear-view mirror. "Sir, if I might not be so bold, you look brave enough to stand up to him." he murmured pleasantly, a slight chuckle in his reassuring words as he averted his friendly gaze back unto the road.

Inuyasha gave a disparaging huff before reaching over and switching the tinted barrier back up in order to seize the alone time that he knew he deserved.

When the window finally veiled the entire upper limo, secluding him to his own devices, he could feel that same sinking nausea scrunch unbearably around the bowls of his stomach causing him to peer back out into the ghostly lights of the aging night.

Darkness played an unnoticeable game of fluttering shadow play along his insipid face as he propped his chin onto his dreary hand and continued to gaze about the passing scenery and cars. Sadly, he still couldn't escape the damned feeling raging through the depths of his stomach like an endless barrage of missiles and rabid inferno. He still couldn't abandon the fact that he still missed the life that he once had, the life that God just allow to slip from his fingertips and probably land in the lap of some repenting hobo.

A heavy sigh weighed down the mounting silence. Inuyasha hauled his chin from his hand and combed a nervous hand through his already tousled hair. His heart continued to throb beneath the intense burning sensation steadily enveloping his heaving chest, his gut literally screaming with fastidious complaints enough to cause his head to singe from the inside, out.

Damn it. Finally, he couldn't suppress the countless feelings knotting into a piercing hurricane inside him. He couldn't help but to clutch his eyes firmly shut and allow a small stream of prickling tears to trickle from his eyes in a narrow river of bitter salt.

Finally, as if God wanted to add onto the building pressure of his life's bane, a Ferrari hurled pass in a blur of dark crimson. As the car slowed in matching speed with the limo, a shower of nausea immediately washed over him as he tossed his head away from the window.

Within the car, a couple, both probably no older than him, was cackling mindlessly, the young man at the wheel breathlessly howling in pleasure as the woman beside him massaged his crotch.

You'd think they would've discovered that damn up button to that window, was Inuyasha's last thought before he toppled over the seat, vomiting with a guttural growl onto the vacuumed carpeting while the chauffeur's dramatic clucks and the disappointing shake of his head went unnoticed.

By the time he got home, his brother would've probably lectured him for being out on the streets in the middle of the night, then gone through a fatal heart attack that would've left his vein throbbing on end when he had a chance to see the nauseating sight on his limo floor.

Inuyasha gagged at the sudden recollection.

To Be Continued…

Author's Notes: Well, just recently changed my name because I…well…felt like it, and now am going through a complete revision for Dreams of Success as you read in my first A/N.

I can only hope that you've enjoyed the chapter. Thank you, and please review.

Next Chapter: "Going Straight From Now On"