InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ Magnetic ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I could never own as great an anime as this, much to my disappointment, as I have stated numerous times in my other fics. Nor do I own Metallica or Limp Bizkit. Sucks to be me! ^.^

 

Chapter 1: Magnetic

 

The first chords rang out and the crowd went wild. This was what they were here for. The new band, Sengoku, was playing their number one hit “Wherever I May Roam”.

 

Heads started banging and fists jumped in time with the music as the tempo changed courtesy of the drummer, Miroku, from a sitar driven melody to hard rock, and they loved it.

 

When Miroku started singing they knew it was gonna be awesome.

 

“And the road becomes my bride.”

 

He said the line as hauntingly as he could. It set the tone of the song.

 

“Miroku!!!!!!!!” “Inuyasha!!!!!!!” The screams were synchronized and when Inuyasha started the actual song, the hollers could not be contained.

 

“And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride. So in her I do confide. And she keeps me satisfied. Gives me all I need. And with dust in throat I crave. Only knowledge will I save. To the game you stay a slave.

 

Rover. Wanderer. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will!”

 

The screams only grew louder as the crowd began singing at the tops of their lungs. They didn't care if it was off-key. It was their band.

 

“Oh. But I'll take my time anywhere. I'm free to speak my mind anywhere. And I'll redefine anywhere. Anywhere I roam. Where I lay my head is home. Yeah.”

 

The tempo picked up and heads jerked to the beat but the cheers didn't lessen. And when Miroku keyed them again, it was time to rock.

 

“And the Earth becomes my throne.”

 

Miroku voiced through a smile. This was his favorite thing in the world. And looking at Inuyasha as he began the second verse he couldn't believe they were playing in bars just a year ago.

 

“And the Earth becomes my throne. I adapt to the unknown. Under wanderin' stars I've grown. By myself but not alone. I ask no one. And my ties are severed clean. Less I have the more I gain. Off the beaten path I reign.

 

Rover. Wanderer. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will!

 

Yeah, you will!

 

But I'll take my time anywhere. I'm free to speak my mind anywhere. And I'll never mind anywhere. Anywhere I roam. Where I lay my head is home. Yeah yeah.”

 

The drummer knew he was flat as he harmonized and from Inuyasha's quick look backwards, he did too.

 

“And I take my time anywhere. I'm free to speak my mind! And I'll take my pride anywhere. Anywhere I roam. Where I lay my head is home, I say.”

 

Now this was Inuyasha's favorite part, time for his solo. He nailed it as Sango kicked up the bass to go behind his electric. Miroku jammed and Inuyasha's fingers flew. All too soon it was over. Time to sing again.

 

“But I'll take my time anywhere. I'm free to speak my mind anywhere. And I'll redefine anywhere, Anywhere I roam! Where I lay my head is home.

 

Carved upon my stone: `My body lie, but still I roam`.

 

Yeah, yeah.

 

Wherever I may roam. Wherever I may roam. Roam! Wherever I may roam. Wherever I may roam. Yeah. Wherever I may wander. Wander. Wander! Wherever I may roam. Yeah. Yeah. Wherever I may roam!”

 

They petered off as the song came to an end. Too hyped up with the high of performing to just stop, Inuyasha looked back at his band and they just let loose for a few more minutes. No singing, just doing what they did. Until the awards officials threatened Totosai, their manager, that they were going to unplug them. At which point Totosai stepped from behind the curtain and whistled to get their attention, repeatedly drawing his finger across his neck.

 

Inuyasha knew it was time to stop and with a heavy heart said, “Thank you everyone for listening to us stink up the stage!” He smirked at the groans and shouts of disagreement. With a little laugh he continued. “I know, I know. The show must go on. Welcome to the Grammy's.”

 

The cheers only got louder as they strutted offstage. The stagehands came out and got it set up for the next performers coming to the stage, packing up Sengoku's gear and setting out Areosmith's.

 

“Great job kids.” Totosai's crackly old voice said. “But you have to learn when to shut it off. These guys were threatening me bodily harm if you didn't get off stage and let the presenters start handing out awards.”

 

“Sorry old man, but when you get the bug you gotta pass it on.” Inuyasha said without a hint of remorse.

 

“Well, just don't get it at the biggest music awards show ever again and we'll be alright.”

 

“Yeah,” Sango said. “It just sucks that we aren't eligible for a Grammy.” Sango said as she toweled the sweat from her brow.

 

“It is unfortunate that we got signed after the deadline for voting,” Miroku stated as he too wiped sweat from his face and arms.

 

“So what. Next year we'll rack them up.” Inuyasha said boisterously.

 

“That is, if we're still popular next year.” Sango brought him back to Earth.

 

“I hate to leave you kids alone, but I see someone to schmooze with over there. Bye.” The old man ran off as if the devil was on his heals to talk to another old man.

 

“Whatever.” Inuyasha snorted. “Miroku, what was that in the chorus? Were you trying to screw it up?”

 

“Sorry man. It's hard to play drums and carry a tune.”

 

“I know, just try harder alright? We'll work on your breathing next session.” The crowd roared as the Best Hip-Hop Song of the Year was announced. “Damn it. I wish we were back on the bus. Keeping up this disguise is getting harder with all this noise. You'd think humans would know when to shut up.”

 

He ignored the glares coming from his band mates as he walked to the dressing room to get changed so he could watch the rest of the show from their seats in the last row of important people. Being newbies sucked.

 

Sango and Miroku sighed as they watched him stalk away. “And you'd think youkai would know when not to mention their heritage.” Miroku quipped at his back. Sango nodded in agreement.

 

It had been nearly two hundred years since the first youkai stumbled upon the spell to make himself look human. Since then, demons had made a unanimous agreement to allow humans to flourish enough that they could have a feast. Over the years they began to see what all the humans could offer and began a harmonious life with them. The original goal was all but forgotten. Human and demon mating was not uncommon but not mainstream. It was hard to find a human that didn't shriek when you revealed your true self.

 

Youkai had stayed out of the way enough that humans pretty much forgot they existed. There were some with enough spiritual power to see through, but they ended up in asylums and the like when they mentioned it. And of course there were those youkai that didn't follow the guidelines and picked off a few mortals. Lucky for the demons, they turned up missing persons since the bodies were never found. But each of these cases were few and far between.

 

When Sango and Miroku first met Inuyasha in middle school, they knew something was different about him. And it wasn't because he had white hair or gold eyes. Those could easily be passed off as a style he chose to stick with. People wore all kinds of contacts and too much peroxide did that to ya.

 

No, it was something else. They couldn't figure out what it was at first, but with Miroku's family descending from monks and Sango's father being very devoted to the old ways, each knew something was up. They befriended him in hopes of discovering it. It took them almost three years of fierce determination to get it out of him. When they finally did, it wasn't as surprising as they'd thought it would be. He was exceptionally fast, had excellent hearing and smell, and was just about the fastest learner either had ever seen.

 

Even with these shaky beginnings, they became the tightest group on campus. When Miroku picked up his first set of drumsticks in the school band, and then Inuyasha found an old guitar, it wasn't long before they started a band. The boys began practicing in Inuyasha's brother's basement. He wasn't the most gracious landlord and fights occurred when the music got too loud for his tastes, but they managed to scrape out a few songs before they realized that they blew and figured out what was missing. They asked Sango to be the bassist soon after. And the rest, as they say, is history.

 

The show was dull and uninspiring. People talking. People getting awards. People talking more. Bore-ring!

 

“Four and a half hours of this?!” Inuyasha hissed to Miroku. “What's up with that?”

 

“I know. But you must endure the bad to truly enjoy the good.”

 

They looked at each other. “After party!” They silently cheered, doing a little dance in their seats.

 

“Shh.” Sango said. “I want to know who gets Female Artist of the Year.”

 

The boys rolled their eyes and mouthed with the announcer. “And the winner is…..Brittney Spears.” They shook their heads as Sango seethed.

 

“Come on! That ho has no talent! I'd like to see her pick up an acoustic and play that nasty ass song of hers. I could sing better than that.” She continued on like this until the boys stopped her. The looks they were getting were not pretty.

 

Well, most of them. Some of the punk bands in their row were nodding and Eminem was scribbling down lyrics to his new song with the insults she was spewing.

 

The hours passed slowly and Miroku had to smack Inuyasha more than once as his snoring was disrupting the ceremony. Sango huffed time and again as bands besides hers got those cute little statues.

 

“I want a golden phonograph.” She whined more than once. It seemed like an eternity before it was over.

 

The committee rented an entire club to throw the party in and soon the celebrities were dancing and elbow rubbing. The entire thing was a bust for Sengoku.

 

“Good luck next year.”

 

“You guys rock! You really got the crowd fired up!”

 

“Sucks don't it? I remember my first awards show…..”

 

Sango and Miroku endured the compliments and sympathy as well as they could. Inuyasha just wandered off. Got drunk. And then spotted the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

 

She took his breath away. Her silky black hair and long legs had his libido going into overdrive. Not to mention how well her slim waist curved into an excellent ass, tilting in time to the music being played. The gown she wore was a simple, empress-cut, navy blue chemise, which only brought out the blue highlights of her hair. As she turned he was struck dumb by her big brown eyes. They skimmed over the crowd, obviously looking for someone.

 

He stood still as she came his way. At the first sniff, he was hooked to her scent. Lilacs and vanilla. Then he felt something odd. A stirring of his youki. `That's never happened before.' She passed him without even turning his way as she found who she was looking for. He barely even noticed Kikyo, the elite model, as he watched the girl arguing with her.

 

Inuyasha fought his way back to Miroku. He leaned onto his friend. “Do you see her?”

 

Miroku shoved him away only to catch him as he tipped over. “Shit Inu! How much did you have?”

 

“Just a few.” He replied, never taking his eyes from the ebony haired beauty talking without fear to the model. “Do you?”

 

“See who?” He asked gazing in the direction the hanyou was. “Kikyo? I know man! She's hot. I used to have her Rolling Stone's cover taped to my ceiling. Can't believe she's actually here.”

 

Inuyasha ignored his friend's perverted comments and shook his head. “Not her. The one talking to her. Kikyo doesn't even compare to her.”

 

Miroku looked at Inuyasha like he had three heads. “Are you insane? That's Kikyo Tama! World Famous Supermodel and future mother of my children!” Sango came up behind him and smacked his head. Miroku jumped and held his abused skull. “Ow Sango! What was that for?”

 

“Being a pervert.” She glared. “Who are we looking at?”

 

Miroku hissed through his teeth as he rubbed the sting away. “Inuyasha's mystery girl. She's the one talking to Kikyo. Any idea who she is?”

 

Sango called upon all of her tabloid-learned knowledge of famous people. “Hmm. No clue. A reporter maybe?”

 

“Naw. She's dressed too nice for a reporter.” Miroku stated as he looked her over head to foot. “Newbie maybe?”

 

“Could be. There are a few here.” Sango thought it over. There were new bands from all across the US and even some from the UK and the rest of Europe. “But I doubt it. I didn't see her give out an award or perform.”

 

“She's an assistant.” Inuyasha spoke for the first time.

 

The other two looked at him crazy-like. “How do you figure?”

 

“She's dressed nice. She arguing with a supermodel. And she has the faintest scent of ink and electricity about her.” He reasoned in his drunken beauty-stupefied stupor. His disguise began to waver and show his dog ears and claws.

 

Sango raised an eyebrow. “Oooookaaaay. Miroku?”

 

“Yes dear Sango?”

 

“How many has he had?”

 

“A few he says. I'm thinking more like ten to fifteen shots of straight Vodka and a couple glasses of champagne, but I'm just guessing.”

 

“Uh-huh. To the bus!”

 

They each grabbed an arm and pulled him from the party.

 

“Hey! Let me go!” Inuyasha fought all the way there, but he had trouble even standing. Suffice it to say he wasn't much trouble.

 

The duo threw him into the bus. He stood up growling as the spell fully disappeared leaving him in all his hanyou goodness.

 

“What's the big idea?!” He shouted.

 

“Look in a mirror half-wit!” Sango shouted back as she held up her compact.

 

“Oh.” He mumbled. “Thanks I guess.”

 

They rolled their eyes, knowing it was the best they'd get. “Whatever. Go to bed.” Miroku told him, pointing down the bus to the sleeping compartments. “We have a show in Pittsburgh day after tomorrow.”

 

“Yeah. Sleep it off. Tomorrow we hit the road. Can't have you complaining of a hangover all day.” Sango said as she pushed him towards the back of the bus.

 

“I know, I know.” Inuyasha reluctantly let her push him closer to his bunk. “I just gotta do something first.” H e shrugged off her hands and caught himself from falling over. “Miroku I need a pen and paper.”

 

“New song?” He asked as he rummaged for the items.

 

“Yeah. It just hit me in there.” Inuyasha sat down as he was struck with a sudden wave of nausea.

 

“That's not the only thing that hit you in there.” Sango said as she went to find some medicine. She recognized that look. They'd been friends too many years not to know when the dog demon was about to blow chunks.

 

“Was it your mystery girl?” Miroku asked. He handed Inuyasha the pen and paper.

 

“Yeah. Give me some space will ya? I can hardly breathe.”

 

“Sorry. Just wanted to see how much she `inspired' you.” He said with a waggle of his brows.

 

“Pervert.” Sango muttered. She handed Inuyasha the nausea medicine and some Aspirin. “Come on. Let's get you doped up as well as drunk.”

 

Inuyasha took it absently as he began scribbling down the first few lines.

 

It was sketchy, sporadic, and had hit written all over it. Problem was, he couldn't get past the first verse.

 

Miroku read over his shoulder. “Hey you, Misses I don't know what the fuck you're name is I'm drawn to you. Something's magnetic here. If I could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind I'd be fine. No doubt that you bring out the animal inside?” He scrunched one brow. “Damn Inu. What are you on? And where can I get some?”

 

Inuyasha growled in frustration. “I know it sucks, alright?! I can't get past this. Whatever. It was just a thought.”

 

He crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can as he walked to the back of the bus and hit the sack.

 

Miroku picked up the paper and unfolded it. “It's not that bad. It'll be better with music. Don't you think?” He looked to Sango for confirmation.

 

She looked back at him and walked to her bunk without saying a word.

 

“Hey!” He groused. “I asked you a question!”

 

Her reply was a single finger, held with pride, jutting from the curtain to her bed.

 

He scoffed at her finger and tucked the paper in a box he had of Inuyasha's scrapped ideas, Sango's discarded memorabilia and his own attempts at poetry and love songs for a certain dark haired bassist.

 

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First chapters always stink. They're just setting up the story. Still, tell me whacha think. R&R.