InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Emo Diaries ❯ Destiny Lies Within The Strings ( Chapter 1 )
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By: emocore_gurl 
Inuyasha is about to perform at club crystal for the first time.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.22.2005 | Updated On: 09.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 374 | Status: Completed
Inuyasha is about to perform at club crystal for the first time.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.22.2005 | Updated On: 09.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 374 | Status: Completed
Auther's note: This is my second Inuyasha fic. If u read my last one Forming A Dynasty you'll notice that it was cut short. Sorry bout' that. I'll try very hard to make this one longer. Also, thanx for all the reviews I got from my last fic. Hope u like. Ta Ta.
Disclaimer: I do not own and didn't create any of the characters of the Inuyasha series. There, I said it!
Summary: Inuyasha is an Emo Guitarist, and Kagome is a bar-tender at a night club. When the two of them meet, little by little, they begin to understand more about one another and eventually, feelings develop. But what about the manipulative Kikyo, who also begins to gain feelings for Inuyasha? Can love withstand rumers, or will trust diminish? If you are an Emo fan, you sould read this fic :)
Emo Diaries
Chapter 1: Destiny Lies Within The Strings
Inuyasha's P.O.V (point of view)
~*A while back, a teacher of mine once told me that 'within our dreams and aspirations, we find our opportunities'. Well I've found mine. When I was 15 or so, I had a vision. I visualized a guitar floating in pitch-black darkness. The guitar began to glow, as if it were calling out to me. So I walked up to it, swung my arm and hit the strings. And they let out a sound so loud and thunderous, the darkness shattered away like glass and revealed a field of colorful flowers, with me standing in the middle of them. From my view, I could see the golden sun setting just above the purple horizon.
Even though I'm not sure what it all means, I almost certain that it has something to do with my future. I'm almost 100% positive that my destiny is with-held within the strings.*~
As I walked down the wet dirty sidewalk of down-town San Francisco with my umbrella and guitar case, I studied a little piece of scratch paper where I sloppily jotted down the adress of some night club I'm 'sposed to be performing at tonight.
"Man! My hair is soaked", I said. I took a rubberband from my wrist and awkwardly tied my hair into a low ponytail. I've got to keep rubber bands handy in cases like these.
"Damn!", I exclaimed, "I can barely read my own handwriting...crap! Was I drunk when I wrote this?!?". I obviously had no idea where I was.
"Well, let's see..." I murmured. After a slow-moving moment of anticipation, I decided it'd be best to ask for directions. I walked up to a neaby diner (dye-ner). I opened the door and was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and not to mention the few people sitting down and gawking at my wet clothes. I closed my umbrella and looked around for a cash-register stand. I saw an old fashoned cat-shaped clock on the wall. The time read 7:34pm. Just then, a female waitress appeared.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" she said to me smiling.
"Well actually I was looking for directions", I answered.
"Oh", she said, still smiling, "I'll go get Tim, the manager, he'll be with you in a 'sec".
After she walked away, I found myself a chair and sat down. Moments later a tall and kind of nerdy-looking guy walked up to me with a map. "Are you the fellow who needed this? He said holding out the map.
"Yeah...", I said reaching my hand out, "...that's me".
"Do you need my help with that?", he asked.
"No thanks, I-I'll be fine", I said sounding kind of in a hurry. He nodded his head and walked away. As I studied the map, the same waitress came up to me and said, "Please, let me go and make you some hot cocoa, you must be freezing, it's pouring rain out there".
"Thanks", I replied. It was actually just what I needed to calm my nerves. She walked away to go prepare it.
In a short while, she returned with the warm drink. When I reached into my pocket to pay her, she said, "Oh no, please. Its on the house".
"Really? Thanks", I said with gratitude. She walked away.
After studying the map for a few qiuck seconds, I copied down as much as I could on to a post-it. With that, gulped down the hot cocoa, picked up my guitar, left a $2 tip on the table and left the diner.
When I opened my umbrella and proceeded to walk down the rainy sidwalk, I heared a man's voice.
"Inuyasha, is that you!?! Hold on Inuyasha, wait up!". I'd know that voice anywhere. It was my best friend Miroku.
"Here he comes", I murmured. Miroku and I had been friends since grade school. I turned around and saw Miroku hurrying towards me wearing a black button-up shirt, black jeans, and a green and black striped tie. I greet him by joking, "Hey Miroku , looking handsome as usual". He smiled at the joke and patted me on the back.
"So Inuyasha, are you headed to the the club", he said in a rather good mood.
"Yeah, I gotta play tonight. This is my first time walking there and I almost got lost! What about you, where you going?"
"I'm going up there too", he said pulling a pair of drumsticks out of his back pocket.
"My band's performing tonight, and somebody's gotta play the drums, right?".
Miroku is in a band called "The Parcels" and they are pretty damned good if you ask me. Miroku is one of the best drummers I know in person so that's also pretty cool too. As for myself, I play acoustic and electric guitar. I've been playing pretty much all my life, so I guess I'm pretty good at it. I also write a lot of poetry.
As we walked, Miroku kept rambling on about all of the women he had talked to during the day, which always gets on my nerves after about two seconds.
"Gimme' a break", I muttered under my breath.
About fifteen minutes later we arrived on the front steps of the night club. It wasn't a half-bad looking place if you ask me. It was larger than most clubs I've played at, which probobly signifies that people perform here often. The front and sides of the club building were made out of brownish-red bricks. On the front of the building, there were large bright cursive letters that read "Club Crystal".
"Yup, she's a beaut'", said Miroku sounding like a redneck talking about a prized horse. "Wait till you see the inside", he added as we walked up the stairs.
Inside of the club was dark but had some colorful extra lighting. I heared music all around. As we walked further, I saw a stage, with a band performing on it. They were doing a fast song, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. People were crowding the stage, jumping, and holding up rock symbols.
"Ah", said Miroku, "The deadly mosh pits".
Colorful lights flashed all around. The band itself had great skills. Their lead singer was very skilled with his vocals and sounded somewhat soulful.
"I think we should start heading toward the back room to get ready!", Miroku shouted through the loud music.
"Yeah!", I yelled, "We better not be late".
We made our way though the crowd and eventually found the back room.When we entered and closeed the door behind us an the music and screaming was cloaked. In the room I saw people practicing guitars, playing bases, drumming on drum pads, and people holding glasses of warm water and exercising thier vocals. Just then, a beautiful woman walked up to us. She had on a name-tag that said 'Kikyo'.
"Ah, manager Kikyo! It's so lovely to see you. You're looking extravegant this evening... as usual", Miroku said in an 'on-the-prowl' tone of voice. All I did was look at him in awe as he trieed every lousy pick-up line listed in the high heavens, while she looked at him as if about to knock him out. She finally cut him off.
"Save it!", she commanded. From the looks of it, Miroku pulled this sort of thing with her often. Miroku backs off almost instantly.
"Miroku", said the woman, "your band has been waiting for their drummer for almost a half an hour! Look, I'll let you off this time, but next time don't be late". Her loud tone calmed down almost instantly and she regained her poise."Who's your friend?", she said in a friendly, almost flirty way. She looked me in the eyes. I turned away.
"Oh, this is Inuyasha, he's playing tonight as well", explained Miroku, patting my back. Kikyo thought to herself for a moment, then said,
"Oh, right, Inuyasha! I spoke with you on the phone. You're the guitarist, right?".
"Yeah, thats me", I agreed. Looking me in the eyes, she said,
"I didn't imagine you'd be this handsome in person", then she smiled. "Well if there's anything you need help with, just come see me back here", she concluded. As she was about to walk away, I said to her,
"Oh wait! When am I going on?". She simply replied, "There's a spot for you right after Miroku's band". She winked. With a slight switch in her hips, she walked away. Miroku is watched her like a dog with it's tougue hanging out. We watched her figure disappear into the darkness of the halls.
"Wow! She's sure got the hots for you Inuyasha!", Miroku lets out suddenly.
"Yeah right!, how could you possibly think a thing like that!?!", I yell, sounding apalled.
"Didn't you see the way she was looking at you?".
"C'mon Miroku, she was meeting me for the first time. It's only natural to be nice to who you first meet!", I argued.
"Oh, and what about this?: 'If there's anything you need... anything.... come and see me*licks*", Miroku quoted with the terrible impression of Kikyo.
"Just drop it Miroku", I said, which ended the pitiful discussion.
"I guess I should go meet up with the rest of my band", Miroku realized, rushing away.
"Wait! what do I do", I shouted back.
"Oh, you can just stay there and practice Inuyasha. Just stay back there until Manager Kikyo calls you up to the stage!", he yelled. He turned a corner and was no longer in my sight.
I found a spot in the back-room to sit down and practice my chords. I grabbed the rubberband from my hair and took out my ponytail. My long black hair flowed over my shoulders and down my back. I've never though about cutting it. It just seems... "right" at this length. I grabbed a guitar pic out of my pocket and unzipped my guitar-case to take out my guitar. I started with a fast melodie that I had writtern a couple of weeks back, then I practiced a slower more angelic song that I had written about a beautiful woman I had once seen in at a public lake. She was sitting alone. She wore yellow. I sang:
I swear, things could have never felt so right
You are standing there daspite my isolation
I can sense your body, and smell your hair
Won't you revive me and I'll be,
So alive, feel so alive
When I
Can visualize
Your lips pressing mine...
I looked down at my watch. It was about 8:07pm.
"So, if Miroku's band is going on at 8:30, I should be on at about 8:45". I sighed.
"I wonder how much I'm getting paid", I brought to my own attention. I continueed to practice my guitar and finished off with an easy Jimmy Eat World Song I had learned to play a few weeks back:
I'll say it straight and plain
I know I've made mistakes
Ive always been afraid...
A thousand nights or more
I travel east and north
But please answer the door, then you tell me...
You say that love goes anywhere,
In your darkest time it's just enough to know it's there
When you go I'll let you be
But you're killing everything in me...
Get down on your knees, whisper what I need,
Something pretty...
I feel that when I'm old, I'll look at you and know
The world was beautiful...
I'm done there's nothing left to show,
I try but I can't let go,
Are you happy where your standing still?
Do you really want the sugar pill?
I'll wake up tomarrow and I'll start,
tonight it feels so hard
as the train approaches Gare du Nord
As I'm sure your kiss remains employed
Am I only dreaming?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Ooooh, Inuyasha is a sexy Emo-Rock-star! L.O.L. If you've noticed, Inuyasha is a human in this fan-fic. I don't think I'm going to do the whole demon thing. Maybe in my next fic. As you can see, I ended chapter1 with a Jimmy Eat World song. "Polaris is one of my favorite songs off of their new album, and I thought it was as Emo as I could get. If you have any suggestions, put them in your reviews. I haven't fully decided how the story was going to take place, so I am always open for Ideas. I will try to make this one as interesting as I can. I think I will put Kagome and Sango in the next chapter. Review & Thanx ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own and didn't create any of the characters of the Inuyasha series. There, I said it!
Summary: Inuyasha is an Emo Guitarist, and Kagome is a bar-tender at a night club. When the two of them meet, little by little, they begin to understand more about one another and eventually, feelings develop. But what about the manipulative Kikyo, who also begins to gain feelings for Inuyasha? Can love withstand rumers, or will trust diminish? If you are an Emo fan, you sould read this fic :)
Emo Diaries
Chapter 1: Destiny Lies Within The Strings
Inuyasha's P.O.V (point of view)
~*A while back, a teacher of mine once told me that 'within our dreams and aspirations, we find our opportunities'. Well I've found mine. When I was 15 or so, I had a vision. I visualized a guitar floating in pitch-black darkness. The guitar began to glow, as if it were calling out to me. So I walked up to it, swung my arm and hit the strings. And they let out a sound so loud and thunderous, the darkness shattered away like glass and revealed a field of colorful flowers, with me standing in the middle of them. From my view, I could see the golden sun setting just above the purple horizon.
Even though I'm not sure what it all means, I almost certain that it has something to do with my future. I'm almost 100% positive that my destiny is with-held within the strings.*~
As I walked down the wet dirty sidewalk of down-town San Francisco with my umbrella and guitar case, I studied a little piece of scratch paper where I sloppily jotted down the adress of some night club I'm 'sposed to be performing at tonight.
"Man! My hair is soaked", I said. I took a rubberband from my wrist and awkwardly tied my hair into a low ponytail. I've got to keep rubber bands handy in cases like these.
"Damn!", I exclaimed, "I can barely read my own handwriting...crap! Was I drunk when I wrote this?!?". I obviously had no idea where I was.
"Well, let's see..." I murmured. After a slow-moving moment of anticipation, I decided it'd be best to ask for directions. I walked up to a neaby diner (dye-ner). I opened the door and was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and not to mention the few people sitting down and gawking at my wet clothes. I closed my umbrella and looked around for a cash-register stand. I saw an old fashoned cat-shaped clock on the wall. The time read 7:34pm. Just then, a female waitress appeared.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" she said to me smiling.
"Well actually I was looking for directions", I answered.
"Oh", she said, still smiling, "I'll go get Tim, the manager, he'll be with you in a 'sec".
After she walked away, I found myself a chair and sat down. Moments later a tall and kind of nerdy-looking guy walked up to me with a map. "Are you the fellow who needed this? He said holding out the map.
"Yeah...", I said reaching my hand out, "...that's me".
"Do you need my help with that?", he asked.
"No thanks, I-I'll be fine", I said sounding kind of in a hurry. He nodded his head and walked away. As I studied the map, the same waitress came up to me and said, "Please, let me go and make you some hot cocoa, you must be freezing, it's pouring rain out there".
"Thanks", I replied. It was actually just what I needed to calm my nerves. She walked away to go prepare it.
In a short while, she returned with the warm drink. When I reached into my pocket to pay her, she said, "Oh no, please. Its on the house".
"Really? Thanks", I said with gratitude. She walked away.
After studying the map for a few qiuck seconds, I copied down as much as I could on to a post-it. With that, gulped down the hot cocoa, picked up my guitar, left a $2 tip on the table and left the diner.
When I opened my umbrella and proceeded to walk down the rainy sidwalk, I heared a man's voice.
"Inuyasha, is that you!?! Hold on Inuyasha, wait up!". I'd know that voice anywhere. It was my best friend Miroku.
"Here he comes", I murmured. Miroku and I had been friends since grade school. I turned around and saw Miroku hurrying towards me wearing a black button-up shirt, black jeans, and a green and black striped tie. I greet him by joking, "Hey Miroku , looking handsome as usual". He smiled at the joke and patted me on the back.
"So Inuyasha, are you headed to the the club", he said in a rather good mood.
"Yeah, I gotta play tonight. This is my first time walking there and I almost got lost! What about you, where you going?"
"I'm going up there too", he said pulling a pair of drumsticks out of his back pocket.
"My band's performing tonight, and somebody's gotta play the drums, right?".
Miroku is in a band called "The Parcels" and they are pretty damned good if you ask me. Miroku is one of the best drummers I know in person so that's also pretty cool too. As for myself, I play acoustic and electric guitar. I've been playing pretty much all my life, so I guess I'm pretty good at it. I also write a lot of poetry.
As we walked, Miroku kept rambling on about all of the women he had talked to during the day, which always gets on my nerves after about two seconds.
"Gimme' a break", I muttered under my breath.
About fifteen minutes later we arrived on the front steps of the night club. It wasn't a half-bad looking place if you ask me. It was larger than most clubs I've played at, which probobly signifies that people perform here often. The front and sides of the club building were made out of brownish-red bricks. On the front of the building, there were large bright cursive letters that read "Club Crystal".
"Yup, she's a beaut'", said Miroku sounding like a redneck talking about a prized horse. "Wait till you see the inside", he added as we walked up the stairs.
Inside of the club was dark but had some colorful extra lighting. I heared music all around. As we walked further, I saw a stage, with a band performing on it. They were doing a fast song, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. People were crowding the stage, jumping, and holding up rock symbols.
"Ah", said Miroku, "The deadly mosh pits".
Colorful lights flashed all around. The band itself had great skills. Their lead singer was very skilled with his vocals and sounded somewhat soulful.
"I think we should start heading toward the back room to get ready!", Miroku shouted through the loud music.
"Yeah!", I yelled, "We better not be late".
We made our way though the crowd and eventually found the back room.When we entered and closeed the door behind us an the music and screaming was cloaked. In the room I saw people practicing guitars, playing bases, drumming on drum pads, and people holding glasses of warm water and exercising thier vocals. Just then, a beautiful woman walked up to us. She had on a name-tag that said 'Kikyo'.
"Ah, manager Kikyo! It's so lovely to see you. You're looking extravegant this evening... as usual", Miroku said in an 'on-the-prowl' tone of voice. All I did was look at him in awe as he trieed every lousy pick-up line listed in the high heavens, while she looked at him as if about to knock him out. She finally cut him off.
"Save it!", she commanded. From the looks of it, Miroku pulled this sort of thing with her often. Miroku backs off almost instantly.
"Miroku", said the woman, "your band has been waiting for their drummer for almost a half an hour! Look, I'll let you off this time, but next time don't be late". Her loud tone calmed down almost instantly and she regained her poise."Who's your friend?", she said in a friendly, almost flirty way. She looked me in the eyes. I turned away.
"Oh, this is Inuyasha, he's playing tonight as well", explained Miroku, patting my back. Kikyo thought to herself for a moment, then said,
"Oh, right, Inuyasha! I spoke with you on the phone. You're the guitarist, right?".
"Yeah, thats me", I agreed. Looking me in the eyes, she said,
"I didn't imagine you'd be this handsome in person", then she smiled. "Well if there's anything you need help with, just come see me back here", she concluded. As she was about to walk away, I said to her,
"Oh wait! When am I going on?". She simply replied, "There's a spot for you right after Miroku's band". She winked. With a slight switch in her hips, she walked away. Miroku is watched her like a dog with it's tougue hanging out. We watched her figure disappear into the darkness of the halls.
"Wow! She's sure got the hots for you Inuyasha!", Miroku lets out suddenly.
"Yeah right!, how could you possibly think a thing like that!?!", I yell, sounding apalled.
"Didn't you see the way she was looking at you?".
"C'mon Miroku, she was meeting me for the first time. It's only natural to be nice to who you first meet!", I argued.
"Oh, and what about this?: 'If there's anything you need... anything.... come and see me*licks*", Miroku quoted with the terrible impression of Kikyo.
"Just drop it Miroku", I said, which ended the pitiful discussion.
"I guess I should go meet up with the rest of my band", Miroku realized, rushing away.
"Wait! what do I do", I shouted back.
"Oh, you can just stay there and practice Inuyasha. Just stay back there until Manager Kikyo calls you up to the stage!", he yelled. He turned a corner and was no longer in my sight.
I found a spot in the back-room to sit down and practice my chords. I grabbed the rubberband from my hair and took out my ponytail. My long black hair flowed over my shoulders and down my back. I've never though about cutting it. It just seems... "right" at this length. I grabbed a guitar pic out of my pocket and unzipped my guitar-case to take out my guitar. I started with a fast melodie that I had writtern a couple of weeks back, then I practiced a slower more angelic song that I had written about a beautiful woman I had once seen in at a public lake. She was sitting alone. She wore yellow. I sang:
I swear, things could have never felt so right
You are standing there daspite my isolation
I can sense your body, and smell your hair
Won't you revive me and I'll be,
So alive, feel so alive
When I
Can visualize
Your lips pressing mine...
I looked down at my watch. It was about 8:07pm.
"So, if Miroku's band is going on at 8:30, I should be on at about 8:45". I sighed.
"I wonder how much I'm getting paid", I brought to my own attention. I continueed to practice my guitar and finished off with an easy Jimmy Eat World Song I had learned to play a few weeks back:
I'll say it straight and plain
I know I've made mistakes
Ive always been afraid...
A thousand nights or more
I travel east and north
But please answer the door, then you tell me...
You say that love goes anywhere,
In your darkest time it's just enough to know it's there
When you go I'll let you be
But you're killing everything in me...
Get down on your knees, whisper what I need,
Something pretty...
I feel that when I'm old, I'll look at you and know
The world was beautiful...
I'm done there's nothing left to show,
I try but I can't let go,
Are you happy where your standing still?
Do you really want the sugar pill?
I'll wake up tomarrow and I'll start,
tonight it feels so hard
as the train approaches Gare du Nord
As I'm sure your kiss remains employed
Am I only dreaming?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Ooooh, Inuyasha is a sexy Emo-Rock-star! L.O.L. If you've noticed, Inuyasha is a human in this fan-fic. I don't think I'm going to do the whole demon thing. Maybe in my next fic. As you can see, I ended chapter1 with a Jimmy Eat World song. "Polaris is one of my favorite songs off of their new album, and I thought it was as Emo as I could get. If you have any suggestions, put them in your reviews. I haven't fully decided how the story was going to take place, so I am always open for Ideas. I will try to make this one as interesting as I can. I think I will put Kagome and Sango in the next chapter. Review & Thanx ;)