InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Emo Diaries ❯ The Black-haired Guitarist ( Chapter 2 )
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By: emocore_gurl 
Kagome is late for work. Sango gets a suprise. Inuyasha Perforns at club crystal for the very first time.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.24.2005 | Updated On: 09.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 312 | Status: Completed
Kagome is late for work. Sango gets a suprise. Inuyasha Perforns at club crystal for the very first time.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.24.2005 | Updated On: 09.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 312 | Status: Completed
A/N: Well, I'm about to begin chapter two. Some pretty good Ideas are coming to my mind as I speak. Remember, If you any questions, ask me about them in your reviews and I will answer them in the auther's notes. And if it is a really good question, I will answer them later in the fanfic, maybe even at the end, mainly because I don't want to ruin suprises. L.O.L. I really hope you liked the last chapter. This chappie will focus mainly on kagome. Hope U Like!
Disclaimer: Everyone knows that I DON'T OWN THE INUYASHA CHARACTERS, so I don't understand why I have to say it. Oh well...
Emo Diaries
Chapter 2: The Black-Haired Guitarist
Kagome's P.O.V (point of view)
As I lay asleep, I dream of hundreds of little puppies and kittens playing around in an open field. Suddenly, they all turn towards me and say,"Kagome?". That's weird... animals can't talk. They say it louder, "Kagome, KAGOME, KAGOME!!!",---"KAGOME!!! Kagome WAKE UP!!". I turn around and open my eyes to see Sango shaking me and yelling in my ear. She had a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Huh?..."I yawned. "what is it Sango?".
"You're going to be late for work, so I woke you", Sango explains. Quickly, I jolt awake, "WHAT!!, oh no!!", I yell in a panic. I quickly snatch the covers from off me and hurry off of the couch without even stretching.
"Why are you in such a fuss Kagome, it's only a few minutes", Sango tries to reason. As I rapidly search the drawers, I reply,
"Yeah but... Manager Kikyo said that if I am late again, I stand a good chance of getting fired". I was moving so fast I was almost paning.
"It took me forever to get this job, and I don't want to screw things up now". I finally find my work uniform and rush to the kitchen to iron it.
"I don't see why you're trying so hard to impress Kikyo, she's such a bitch!", yells Sango from the living room. "If I were you, I'd start searching for a new job, pronto!".
"Come on, work with me, Sango. I've gotta pay my bills", I say trying to drop the topic.
As soon as I'm done Ironing, I run to the bathroom to take a quick washup.
"Sango, how did you get in my apartment?", I yell while I'm showering.
"With the key under the mat, doh-doh-head!", Sango replies laughing. "You know, should really gain a better interest in the security of your own home, Kagome", she jokes.
"Ha Ha, very funny", I comment sarcastically while turning off the shower. I rush out and dry myself off as quickly as I can.
"So, Sango", I yell, "are you coming to work with me tonight?"
"Of course, I'd never miss a chance to get into Club Crystal free", Sango answers, sounding ditzy. When I'm dressed, I run to the kitchen to grab a small Nutri-Grain Bar from the cabinet.
"How late am I, Sango", I asked with a mouth full of nutri-bar.
"Don't worry Kagome you'll be fine. You got dressed so quickly, you left us with a little time to spare", Sango looks at the clock. "See, it's only 8:00pm, and you have to be at work, exactly at--", "Eight 'o' clock!!", I yell, cutting her off. With that said, I practically grabbed Sango and forced us both out of the door as quickly as possible. As we hurry to my car, Sango almost trips over a dent in the pavement.
"Hey Kagome! Slow down!", she yells.
"No time!!", I yell back at her. "Oh my God", I say through panting breaths, "I'm gonna get fired for sure this time, I just know it!". Both of us rush into my green Mistubishi. I start up the engine even before Sango can close her door. As I pull out of my parking spot, Sango says,
"Wait!". The car comes to a sudden screech!
"For what?", I say. Sango has a worried look on her face.
"Kagome, did you remeber to bring your pills?". At first I had no idea of what she was talking about. Then a lightbulb went off in my mind.
"Oh! those pills. I think I forgot them today Sango", I say still out of breath. Sango's face immediately grows serious.
"Kagome, you know how important those pills are for you. If--".
"--I know Sango", I cut her off. "But I can't go back and get them now, If I do I'll be super-late, and I won't stand a chance at keeping my job".
"Your well-being is a lot more important than some bartender job!" Sango starts, immediately cools her tone.
"Look Kagome, you're my friend, and I care about you. I know how you fold under pressure and I don't want you to have another unexpected Anxiety Attack".
I knew how worried Sango was about me. The word "anxiety attack" made me shudder slightly. The doctors think that I have some type of anxiety disorder, but I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Many people with this disorder experience panic attacks (which is the same thing as anxiety attacks). They are when your body reacts to a scary or dangerous situation. Your own sense of fear grows out of control. During an attack, your breathing gets fast and deep, and you sweat as if you've been running for hours on end. Your vision becomes blurry and nothing makes sense. Your pulse is rushing. Your face and fingers begin to tingle, and your mouth gets dry from your constant heavy breathing. If you don't know how to ward them off, the only thing you can do is sit through it. Sit wait, breath, and be afriad. And with every dragged out breath you take, every drop of blood that pounds through your racing heart... every time you cry out... you are afraid. Afraid of the moment. Afraid of the outcome. Afraid of what will become of you. And eventually, for a fraction of a second, everything becomes still and silent. For that fraction of a second, everything seems like an eternity. An eternity of fear. An eternity of drowning in your thoughts. An eternity of waiting for something to happen even though a chain of a thousand events is occuring right before your eyes... Or at least that's what I've read about it in poems and literature. I've never experienced the extreme.
I think the my doctors ore overreacting by saying that I have a disorder. I've only had a few small anxiety attacks lately, ones that weren't so frightening. The only strange thing about it is that it seems that whenever I have one, it seems to be more intense than the previous one. It's almost as if I am walking up a staircase, and each step symbolizes a new level of anxiety. The only thing I fear is if they actually do get worse. What if one day it gets too out of control for me to handle?
"Don't worry Sango, I'll be fine... everything will be fine", I say trying to sound as optimistic as my concience would let me.
"Well...", Sango utters. She sounded unsure of herself.
"Alright then, whatever you say, Kagome", she finally decides. I start up the engine once again start to back up out of my parking place.
As I drive, Sango leans againsed the car-door and looks out of her window. She watches the passing cars while she moves her fingers through her dark-brown hair, creating little hair-swirls.
"Hey, Kagome...", Sango mutters.
"Yeah...?".
"Do you ever wonder about people in passing cars, and wonder if they have their own seperate lives that we know nothing about?".
"Well, of course they do. They're not just there to decorate the highway", I replied.
"Seperate lives...", she whispers. Then she closes her eyes. Sango looks as if she is about to fall asleep, but then her eyes jerk awake.
"Oh, yeah!", she says out of the blue. I almost swerved on the road!
"What is it?"
"Kagome, I meant to tell you earlier, but we were in such a hurry".
"What is it Sango?", I demanded..
"I met a guy today!", Sango says smiling as if she were daydreaming.
"Really? That's great, Sango! Are you interested in him? Is he any good?" I say.
"He was so cute. I think he said his name was, um...uh...Mi..Mah...Mar... Miroku! Yeah, that's it. His name is Miroku!", Sango remembers.
"That's a nice name. Do you think he's interested in you?", I ask.
"Well actually, he seemed to be very interested. In fact, maybe a little too interested",
"Why do you say that, Sango?",
"Well, as soon he said hello to me, he started flirting almost instantly, as if I'd known him longer. It just struck me as awkward", Sango replies.
"Where'd you meet him?"
"At the mall. I met him in the food-court".
"Did you get his phone number?", I ask.
"No", says Sango, "But guess what".
"What?", I ask.
"He said that If I went to 'Club Crystal' tonight, I'd see him there", Sango says smiling.
"Oh really?", I say, smiling as well.
"Yup".
I continue to drive down the dark, wet, road as rain is constanly drowning my windsheild. There is almost no traffic in this part of San Francisco tonight. Sort of strange. Usually when I ride through these parts at night, all I can hear is the rumblimg of car engines, and the screeching of tires.
Finally, I pull up to Club Crystal and park in my reserved parking space. Sango jumps out of the car immediately. We both run around the building and head for the side doors. We push open the doors as if they were gates to a mystical castle, and inside they revealed a loud, dark, and colorful interior. The inside was nothing like the empty outside. It was as if everyone on the streets came here to hide out..
"It sounds as if the bands are already performing", I say to Sango.
Our ears are instantly filled with the loud static of electric guitars, the clashing of drums, and the screams of multiple voices all mixed into one loud thunderous roar.
We make our way though the jumping crowd and finally reach the bartender counter. Instead of going though the small employee-door, I jump right over the counter and grab my apron. Sango sits down on a stool as if waiting for a drink. When my apron is on, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to see manager Kikyo staring at me with dissapointment written all over her face.
"Kagome. I see you've arrived late, once again...", her voice was as sharp as a blade, and it pierced me. At this point, I am looking down toward the floor.
"Your job is to get here on time and serve the customers, not to get here late and have people question me about the fact that there is nobody here to serve them there drinks!".
I shuddered.
"I...I'm sorry manager Kikyo", I bearly manage to let out.
"If there's anything I can't stand more than anything, it's lateness. Don't let it happen again.
"It won't happen again". Through the corner of my eye, I can see Sango abruptly rolling her eyes.I am still looking down at the floor. Kikyo gives me one last evil glance, then she turns around and makes her way into the back room.
"What a bitch!", Sango yells. Customers approach the counter. I immediately straighten myself up. A guy approaches the counter.
"Can I get a shot of Henessy with a hint of lemon, and... a shot of silver rum on the rocks... Oh! and can I get a... umm.....", the guy turns around to face a nearby table and yells, "Hey, what did you say you wanted again!?!",
"Lite Budwiser", a faint voice answered him. He turns and faces me. "Yeah, and a Lite Budwiser with a glass of ice".
"Would you like me to bring it to your table, sir?", I say to him using my professional tone of voice.
"Uhh, sure, yeah. Were at tables six and seven", he confirms.
"Alright, it'll be ready in about five minutes or so. Thank you".
Still feeling uneasy, I try my best to mix the customer's drinks. "Crap!....where's the lem...........lemon........rum....um.....crap!"
"Kagome?", I hear Sango shouts. "Kagome!?!", she yells again.
"What, what is it Sango", I say annoyed.
"I think you should try and take it easy tonight".
"I can't Sango, I just can't. You know exactly what my boss would do if she saw me slouching
around like some imbecile. I've got to work my ass off tonight to make up for my lateness... Maybe even work a double-shift".
"C'mon Kagome, you can't actually be offended by what that wench Kikyo said to you!".
"It doesn't matter whether I was offended or not, I've got to do what I've got to do in order to keep my job!"
With that, the conversation was ended. But that wasn't the end of tonight's excitement.
Another band was loading all of their equipment onto the stage. They did very quickly. They proceeded to their positions, two guitarists in the front with micrphones, a bassist to the mid-right, and a drummer sitting at a drumset in the back. The lights dimmed. One of them ran up to the front mic.
"Ladies and Gents'! We're The Parcels!".
Then in an instant, their drummer broke out into a loud, complicated drum solo! "He can sure play his heart out!", I commented. Sango looked up. As soon as she did so, her eyes widened up so that they resembled two giant eclipsed moons.
"Oh....My.....GOD!!!!!", Sango screamed with prolonged enthusiasm.
"What is it?!", I scream.
"It's him!!! It's Miroku!!!!!".
"Miroku? Oh, yeah! The guy you met today! You mean he's the drummer of this band!".
Sango just stood there in disbelief with her hands clasped together and the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen in a long time.
"He's so..... wonderful...", Sango mutters to herself.
He ends the drum-solo with a heart-felt climax. Once more, the room is silent. Finally, the entire band starts up their first song.
"Sango, I've got to go and bring these people their drinks! I'll be right back!", I yell through the loud music.
I hold the tray carefully tokeep the drinks from tipping over. When I reach tables six and seven, I get a better look at that Miroku guy. He's really concentrating on his drumming. He really is cute, just like Sango said to me in the car. His expression was dicsreet, yet soft. He let out a giant smile.
I turn around and carefully guide myself through the energized crowd until I reach the bar.
"Sooooooo", Sango asserted.
"Sooooooo", I reply unsure of what she was hinting.
"Did you get a good look at him?"
"Yes, I did".
"Well, what did you think? He's descent, right?"
"Yeah, he really is. I think he'll be perfect for you, Sango".
Sango blushes, turning a bright pinkish-red.
The lights turn back on. Everyone in the crowd goes wild as the band members hastily take all of their equipment off of the stage. They left a real impression on everyone. Stage-hands help to remove all of the extra cords and microphone stands. Once the stage is cleared, another stage-hand walks across the stage and places a tall wooden stool in the middle of the stage. Just one stool, all alone, with all attention gazing upon it.
The lights get dim, dimmer, and dimmer still until the entire club was dull. Once this happened, the entirety of the crowd became silent, without even a spare word to be muttered. Everything in the room was dark, all but a single spotlight shining it's rays directly at the wooden stool. All I could do was sit at my post and wonder. Wonder to myself about what was going to take place
next.
Out of nowhere midst the dim stage, a dark figure appeared almost out of nowhere. It walked along the stage until it reached the stool, where it met the spotlight. It was a person. A guy. He had a beautiful acoustic guitar in his grasp. He sat down on the stool. He looked down at the floor, which prevented me from getting a good look at his face. His hair consisted of long shiny, silky black locks. He was dressed in black shirt long-sleeved shirt, covered by an unbuttoned black collard button-up, and black jeans.
Out of nowhere, he looked up at the crowd and I saw his face. The top of his head was partially covered by his bangs, but through them, I saw his eyes. His beautiful eyes. They were dark and deep, like bottomless holes of eternity that I could just fall into. He looked so soft and angellic. His face held the truthfulness and sincerity of a thousand hearts. Yet, that truth was still concealed.
With the dimness of the room and the silence of the crowd, he slightly lifted his hand and began to play his guitar. The tune was so gentle and so melodious that my heart almost skipped a beat. He watched his fingers meet the strings with every note that he played. Every single note had an imprint of his emotions attached to it. Nothing in the room could be heard but the sound of the strings meeting the pic.
My very soul could have been spirited away. Cast out into a land of dreams. I was at one with myself. At one with the world. At one with the strings.
He Sang:
My dearly departed, we're getting much closer than the world
Allows us to believe
I'm getting stronger, but the days have grown duller
My vision is sharper, but the seasons are colder.
I swear it, you make me feel so right
Everything, everything is so intact
Piece by piece you revive,you make me well
Everywhere, everywhere I go, you are by my side.
By my side...
His voice pierced my very being. It was so sharp, but at the same time as soft ad a dove's feathers.He Sang:
Even when hope is lost, come rest your head with mine
It will be clearer in the morning day-light
Even when time is gone, safe in my arms you'll be
It will be better in the beautiful spring-time
Here with me...
Safe you'll be...
Take my hand...
Take my heart...
My dearly deparetd.
He ended. The silence was still constant. My soul was frozen. And after all of that, after being spirited away into a beautiful dimension, all I could manage to let slip out of my mouth was,
"Wow...".
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That's the end of that chappie! I tried my best to get into the details. Inuyasha really left an impression on Kagome, and Miroku has Sango wanting him more and more! Oh what to write, what to write! L.o.L. I'm thinking of some pretty good ideas for the next chapter. Please review. Your reviews are the only way for me to know how I am doing. You can even email me at:
mc_romance_emo@hotmail.com
Thank U so much for reading the second chapter of my story:) Reveiw & Thanx :)
Disclaimer: Everyone knows that I DON'T OWN THE INUYASHA CHARACTERS, so I don't understand why I have to say it. Oh well...
Emo Diaries
Chapter 2: The Black-Haired Guitarist
Kagome's P.O.V (point of view)
As I lay asleep, I dream of hundreds of little puppies and kittens playing around in an open field. Suddenly, they all turn towards me and say,"Kagome?". That's weird... animals can't talk. They say it louder, "Kagome, KAGOME, KAGOME!!!",---"KAGOME!!! Kagome WAKE UP!!". I turn around and open my eyes to see Sango shaking me and yelling in my ear. She had a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Huh?..."I yawned. "what is it Sango?".
"You're going to be late for work, so I woke you", Sango explains. Quickly, I jolt awake, "WHAT!!, oh no!!", I yell in a panic. I quickly snatch the covers from off me and hurry off of the couch without even stretching.
"Why are you in such a fuss Kagome, it's only a few minutes", Sango tries to reason. As I rapidly search the drawers, I reply,
"Yeah but... Manager Kikyo said that if I am late again, I stand a good chance of getting fired". I was moving so fast I was almost paning.
"It took me forever to get this job, and I don't want to screw things up now". I finally find my work uniform and rush to the kitchen to iron it.
"I don't see why you're trying so hard to impress Kikyo, she's such a bitch!", yells Sango from the living room. "If I were you, I'd start searching for a new job, pronto!".
"Come on, work with me, Sango. I've gotta pay my bills", I say trying to drop the topic.
As soon as I'm done Ironing, I run to the bathroom to take a quick washup.
"Sango, how did you get in my apartment?", I yell while I'm showering.
"With the key under the mat, doh-doh-head!", Sango replies laughing. "You know, should really gain a better interest in the security of your own home, Kagome", she jokes.
"Ha Ha, very funny", I comment sarcastically while turning off the shower. I rush out and dry myself off as quickly as I can.
"So, Sango", I yell, "are you coming to work with me tonight?"
"Of course, I'd never miss a chance to get into Club Crystal free", Sango answers, sounding ditzy. When I'm dressed, I run to the kitchen to grab a small Nutri-Grain Bar from the cabinet.
"How late am I, Sango", I asked with a mouth full of nutri-bar.
"Don't worry Kagome you'll be fine. You got dressed so quickly, you left us with a little time to spare", Sango looks at the clock. "See, it's only 8:00pm, and you have to be at work, exactly at--", "Eight 'o' clock!!", I yell, cutting her off. With that said, I practically grabbed Sango and forced us both out of the door as quickly as possible. As we hurry to my car, Sango almost trips over a dent in the pavement.
"Hey Kagome! Slow down!", she yells.
"No time!!", I yell back at her. "Oh my God", I say through panting breaths, "I'm gonna get fired for sure this time, I just know it!". Both of us rush into my green Mistubishi. I start up the engine even before Sango can close her door. As I pull out of my parking spot, Sango says,
"Wait!". The car comes to a sudden screech!
"For what?", I say. Sango has a worried look on her face.
"Kagome, did you remeber to bring your pills?". At first I had no idea of what she was talking about. Then a lightbulb went off in my mind.
"Oh! those pills. I think I forgot them today Sango", I say still out of breath. Sango's face immediately grows serious.
"Kagome, you know how important those pills are for you. If--".
"--I know Sango", I cut her off. "But I can't go back and get them now, If I do I'll be super-late, and I won't stand a chance at keeping my job".
"Your well-being is a lot more important than some bartender job!" Sango starts, immediately cools her tone.
"Look Kagome, you're my friend, and I care about you. I know how you fold under pressure and I don't want you to have another unexpected Anxiety Attack".
I knew how worried Sango was about me. The word "anxiety attack" made me shudder slightly. The doctors think that I have some type of anxiety disorder, but I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Many people with this disorder experience panic attacks (which is the same thing as anxiety attacks). They are when your body reacts to a scary or dangerous situation. Your own sense of fear grows out of control. During an attack, your breathing gets fast and deep, and you sweat as if you've been running for hours on end. Your vision becomes blurry and nothing makes sense. Your pulse is rushing. Your face and fingers begin to tingle, and your mouth gets dry from your constant heavy breathing. If you don't know how to ward them off, the only thing you can do is sit through it. Sit wait, breath, and be afriad. And with every dragged out breath you take, every drop of blood that pounds through your racing heart... every time you cry out... you are afraid. Afraid of the moment. Afraid of the outcome. Afraid of what will become of you. And eventually, for a fraction of a second, everything becomes still and silent. For that fraction of a second, everything seems like an eternity. An eternity of fear. An eternity of drowning in your thoughts. An eternity of waiting for something to happen even though a chain of a thousand events is occuring right before your eyes... Or at least that's what I've read about it in poems and literature. I've never experienced the extreme.
I think the my doctors ore overreacting by saying that I have a disorder. I've only had a few small anxiety attacks lately, ones that weren't so frightening. The only strange thing about it is that it seems that whenever I have one, it seems to be more intense than the previous one. It's almost as if I am walking up a staircase, and each step symbolizes a new level of anxiety. The only thing I fear is if they actually do get worse. What if one day it gets too out of control for me to handle?
"Don't worry Sango, I'll be fine... everything will be fine", I say trying to sound as optimistic as my concience would let me.
"Well...", Sango utters. She sounded unsure of herself.
"Alright then, whatever you say, Kagome", she finally decides. I start up the engine once again start to back up out of my parking place.
As I drive, Sango leans againsed the car-door and looks out of her window. She watches the passing cars while she moves her fingers through her dark-brown hair, creating little hair-swirls.
"Hey, Kagome...", Sango mutters.
"Yeah...?".
"Do you ever wonder about people in passing cars, and wonder if they have their own seperate lives that we know nothing about?".
"Well, of course they do. They're not just there to decorate the highway", I replied.
"Seperate lives...", she whispers. Then she closes her eyes. Sango looks as if she is about to fall asleep, but then her eyes jerk awake.
"Oh, yeah!", she says out of the blue. I almost swerved on the road!
"What is it?"
"Kagome, I meant to tell you earlier, but we were in such a hurry".
"What is it Sango?", I demanded..
"I met a guy today!", Sango says smiling as if she were daydreaming.
"Really? That's great, Sango! Are you interested in him? Is he any good?" I say.
"He was so cute. I think he said his name was, um...uh...Mi..Mah...Mar... Miroku! Yeah, that's it. His name is Miroku!", Sango remembers.
"That's a nice name. Do you think he's interested in you?", I ask.
"Well actually, he seemed to be very interested. In fact, maybe a little too interested",
"Why do you say that, Sango?",
"Well, as soon he said hello to me, he started flirting almost instantly, as if I'd known him longer. It just struck me as awkward", Sango replies.
"Where'd you meet him?"
"At the mall. I met him in the food-court".
"Did you get his phone number?", I ask.
"No", says Sango, "But guess what".
"What?", I ask.
"He said that If I went to 'Club Crystal' tonight, I'd see him there", Sango says smiling.
"Oh really?", I say, smiling as well.
"Yup".
I continue to drive down the dark, wet, road as rain is constanly drowning my windsheild. There is almost no traffic in this part of San Francisco tonight. Sort of strange. Usually when I ride through these parts at night, all I can hear is the rumblimg of car engines, and the screeching of tires.
Finally, I pull up to Club Crystal and park in my reserved parking space. Sango jumps out of the car immediately. We both run around the building and head for the side doors. We push open the doors as if they were gates to a mystical castle, and inside they revealed a loud, dark, and colorful interior. The inside was nothing like the empty outside. It was as if everyone on the streets came here to hide out..
"It sounds as if the bands are already performing", I say to Sango.
Our ears are instantly filled with the loud static of electric guitars, the clashing of drums, and the screams of multiple voices all mixed into one loud thunderous roar.
We make our way though the jumping crowd and finally reach the bartender counter. Instead of going though the small employee-door, I jump right over the counter and grab my apron. Sango sits down on a stool as if waiting for a drink. When my apron is on, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to see manager Kikyo staring at me with dissapointment written all over her face.
"Kagome. I see you've arrived late, once again...", her voice was as sharp as a blade, and it pierced me. At this point, I am looking down toward the floor.
"Your job is to get here on time and serve the customers, not to get here late and have people question me about the fact that there is nobody here to serve them there drinks!".
I shuddered.
"I...I'm sorry manager Kikyo", I bearly manage to let out.
"If there's anything I can't stand more than anything, it's lateness. Don't let it happen again.
"It won't happen again". Through the corner of my eye, I can see Sango abruptly rolling her eyes.I am still looking down at the floor. Kikyo gives me one last evil glance, then she turns around and makes her way into the back room.
"What a bitch!", Sango yells. Customers approach the counter. I immediately straighten myself up. A guy approaches the counter.
"Can I get a shot of Henessy with a hint of lemon, and... a shot of silver rum on the rocks... Oh! and can I get a... umm.....", the guy turns around to face a nearby table and yells, "Hey, what did you say you wanted again!?!",
"Lite Budwiser", a faint voice answered him. He turns and faces me. "Yeah, and a Lite Budwiser with a glass of ice".
"Would you like me to bring it to your table, sir?", I say to him using my professional tone of voice.
"Uhh, sure, yeah. Were at tables six and seven", he confirms.
"Alright, it'll be ready in about five minutes or so. Thank you".
Still feeling uneasy, I try my best to mix the customer's drinks. "Crap!....where's the lem...........lemon........rum....um.....crap!"
"Kagome?", I hear Sango shouts. "Kagome!?!", she yells again.
"What, what is it Sango", I say annoyed.
"I think you should try and take it easy tonight".
"I can't Sango, I just can't. You know exactly what my boss would do if she saw me slouching
around like some imbecile. I've got to work my ass off tonight to make up for my lateness... Maybe even work a double-shift".
"C'mon Kagome, you can't actually be offended by what that wench Kikyo said to you!".
"It doesn't matter whether I was offended or not, I've got to do what I've got to do in order to keep my job!"
With that, the conversation was ended. But that wasn't the end of tonight's excitement.
Another band was loading all of their equipment onto the stage. They did very quickly. They proceeded to their positions, two guitarists in the front with micrphones, a bassist to the mid-right, and a drummer sitting at a drumset in the back. The lights dimmed. One of them ran up to the front mic.
"Ladies and Gents'! We're The Parcels!".
Then in an instant, their drummer broke out into a loud, complicated drum solo! "He can sure play his heart out!", I commented. Sango looked up. As soon as she did so, her eyes widened up so that they resembled two giant eclipsed moons.
"Oh....My.....GOD!!!!!", Sango screamed with prolonged enthusiasm.
"What is it?!", I scream.
"It's him!!! It's Miroku!!!!!".
"Miroku? Oh, yeah! The guy you met today! You mean he's the drummer of this band!".
Sango just stood there in disbelief with her hands clasped together and the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen in a long time.
"He's so..... wonderful...", Sango mutters to herself.
He ends the drum-solo with a heart-felt climax. Once more, the room is silent. Finally, the entire band starts up their first song.
"Sango, I've got to go and bring these people their drinks! I'll be right back!", I yell through the loud music.
I hold the tray carefully tokeep the drinks from tipping over. When I reach tables six and seven, I get a better look at that Miroku guy. He's really concentrating on his drumming. He really is cute, just like Sango said to me in the car. His expression was dicsreet, yet soft. He let out a giant smile.
I turn around and carefully guide myself through the energized crowd until I reach the bar.
"Sooooooo", Sango asserted.
"Sooooooo", I reply unsure of what she was hinting.
"Did you get a good look at him?"
"Yes, I did".
"Well, what did you think? He's descent, right?"
"Yeah, he really is. I think he'll be perfect for you, Sango".
Sango blushes, turning a bright pinkish-red.
The lights turn back on. Everyone in the crowd goes wild as the band members hastily take all of their equipment off of the stage. They left a real impression on everyone. Stage-hands help to remove all of the extra cords and microphone stands. Once the stage is cleared, another stage-hand walks across the stage and places a tall wooden stool in the middle of the stage. Just one stool, all alone, with all attention gazing upon it.
The lights get dim, dimmer, and dimmer still until the entire club was dull. Once this happened, the entirety of the crowd became silent, without even a spare word to be muttered. Everything in the room was dark, all but a single spotlight shining it's rays directly at the wooden stool. All I could do was sit at my post and wonder. Wonder to myself about what was going to take place
next.
Out of nowhere midst the dim stage, a dark figure appeared almost out of nowhere. It walked along the stage until it reached the stool, where it met the spotlight. It was a person. A guy. He had a beautiful acoustic guitar in his grasp. He sat down on the stool. He looked down at the floor, which prevented me from getting a good look at his face. His hair consisted of long shiny, silky black locks. He was dressed in black shirt long-sleeved shirt, covered by an unbuttoned black collard button-up, and black jeans.
Out of nowhere, he looked up at the crowd and I saw his face. The top of his head was partially covered by his bangs, but through them, I saw his eyes. His beautiful eyes. They were dark and deep, like bottomless holes of eternity that I could just fall into. He looked so soft and angellic. His face held the truthfulness and sincerity of a thousand hearts. Yet, that truth was still concealed.
With the dimness of the room and the silence of the crowd, he slightly lifted his hand and began to play his guitar. The tune was so gentle and so melodious that my heart almost skipped a beat. He watched his fingers meet the strings with every note that he played. Every single note had an imprint of his emotions attached to it. Nothing in the room could be heard but the sound of the strings meeting the pic.
My very soul could have been spirited away. Cast out into a land of dreams. I was at one with myself. At one with the world. At one with the strings.
He Sang:
My dearly departed, we're getting much closer than the world
Allows us to believe
I'm getting stronger, but the days have grown duller
My vision is sharper, but the seasons are colder.
I swear it, you make me feel so right
Everything, everything is so intact
Piece by piece you revive,you make me well
Everywhere, everywhere I go, you are by my side.
By my side...
His voice pierced my very being. It was so sharp, but at the same time as soft ad a dove's feathers.He Sang:
Even when hope is lost, come rest your head with mine
It will be clearer in the morning day-light
Even when time is gone, safe in my arms you'll be
It will be better in the beautiful spring-time
Here with me...
Safe you'll be...
Take my hand...
Take my heart...
My dearly deparetd.
He ended. The silence was still constant. My soul was frozen. And after all of that, after being spirited away into a beautiful dimension, all I could manage to let slip out of my mouth was,
"Wow...".
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That's the end of that chappie! I tried my best to get into the details. Inuyasha really left an impression on Kagome, and Miroku has Sango wanting him more and more! Oh what to write, what to write! L.o.L. I'm thinking of some pretty good ideas for the next chapter. Please review. Your reviews are the only way for me to know how I am doing. You can even email me at:
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