InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Emo Diaries ❯ Fateful Plot of the Mastermind ( Chapter 7 )
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By: emocore_gurl 
The great plot goes into action!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.03.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
The great plot goes into action!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.03.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
AN: This one should be good!
Disclaimer: I didn't create the Anime Series Inuyasha, nor do I own and did not create any of it's characters.... GAD!! You know, this is really getting old!!!!!
THIS IS A NOTE TO EYERYONE: When I use the term EMO in the title, I'm not referring to the label/stereotype. I use that term to refer to the fact that this story involves a lot of emotion. I'm also referring to the genre of music. Tank Ya... Tank Ya.
P.S. read the short paragraphs before the actual chapter begins :) they explain a lot about what each charachter is feeling.
Emo Diaries
Chapter 7: Fateful Plot of the Mastermind
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
No one is perfect... I'm no exception. Sometimes I get a little too bothered about little things. The term "mind over matter" wears itself out as I pace myself down the road of life. I never really know what God will throw at me next. Sometimes When I face life's daily challenges, I don't know how to handle them. It's like a game of baseball. Almost as if I'm watching myself from above and wondering whether or not I'll reach home base without getting struck out. I guess we all want to get home.
3:00 pm
"Ouch!", I scream as I akwardly shove my fingers into my mouth. While pouring hot water into a cup of instant noodles, I missed the cup and it hit my hand. "Dammit", I cursed under my breath as I reached for a paper napkin. I quickly wrapped up my pinkened hand, and poured the rest of the water into the cup as best as I could. I set it aside. Sango had called a few hours and told me to get cleaned up and get dressed, because we'd be going out that afternoon. She didn't say where. Just that she'd be here at about 3:30, which, according to Sango, meant 4:00. I thought I'd try and eat something before she came to pick me up. It's a saturday, and I figured since I'm off work today, I might as well enjoy myself. I don't usually get a lot of time to have fun and hang with friends.
I'm still thinking about that morning when I had waken up in Sango's apartment. I still can't exactly piece together what had come over me.
"Oh God, I hope I don't get fired...", I muttered. Everything is so cloudy to me still. Why did I panic? Why did I faint? "All I can remember is seeing that guy. He was the last person I saw", I say making a last attempt to recall the incident. Maybe I'm just stressed out from too much working. I think I should use this night as a time to relax...
I grabbed a pair of chopsticks out of a drawer and I began to stir the cup of noodles around. Then I went into the livingroom and I turned on the stereo. "Whoa!!", I screamed as the too-loud music filled the room. I hastily turned the volume down, almost spilling my noodles. "That sure got me going!", I say to myself, overwhelmed. "I told Sango to turn it down when she finishes with it", I said annoyed. I quickly flipped through stations until I finally came across a song I liked:
It's a good year for a murder,
She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger
There's no tears, 'cause he's not here,
She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner...
And soon they'll be coming to rush her away
And no one's so sure if her crime had a reason
And the reasons, like seasons, they constantly change
And the seasons of last year, like reasons have floated away.
I really like this song. It always gets me thinking. I stirred up my noodles again. Then I picked some up between my chopsticks and put them in my mouth. "Mmmm", I said as I gulped them down. It was the first I had eaten since nine-something that morning. I walked over to the couch and sat down. I began thinking about the lyrics to the song on the radio. It's about a woman-- a housewife-- who can't break away from the sad, monotonous life that she has to live day after day. It's almost as if she's a prisoner in her own home. Her husband is abusive and causes her so much pain that one day, she kills him. The song continued:
Away... Away with this spilled milk,
Away with this dirty dish water... Away...
Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter...
"It's me and the moon", she says...
"And I've got no trouble with that,
and I am a butterfly, but you won't let me die.
It's me and the moon", she says.
I set my noodles on the small table beside me. Then I closed my eyes and began to think. I'm actually a little afraid of what has been going on with me. I've been feeling different lately. As if I'm not myself. I've always been a nervous sort of person, but nothing too severe. And now I panic when there seems to be no real danger. It's like my body is reacting to something, or warning me that something is coming or about to come. I know it sounds crazy, but I think something is about to happen.... Something big. And that these little attacks... they... I don't know, but... I'm sure they're for something.
I began to drift off to sleep. I was a little exhausted, even though it was only 3:45pm. Sometimes, I think that my dreams speak to me. They tell me what's going to happen, but the overall message isn't always clear. I can see a cave. I can here an echo. Strange voices... What are they saying? They're getting closer... Now I'm inside of the cave. It's too dark to see anything. But wait... I can see something sparkling in the distance. It's glowing. What is it? A lake? A golden lake. Why is it here? Besides the lake, everything else around me is pitch-black. I slowly get closer until I'm standing right above it. I kneel down. But... why is the water gold? I reach into it with my hand and make ripples in the water. The water was warm. I gaze into the golden lake. I could almost see a reflection, but the ripples cloaked my view. I could see a face. The ripples settled. What's this? When the water cleared, I could see a face staring back at me in the water, but it was not my own. It was a man's face. He had long black hair, and large black eyes that stared directly into mine. He was a handsome man. But... who was he?... Who did he remind me of? He looked just like... the Guitarist. But wait.... It wasn't him. It wasn't the same person. The two of them had the exact same eyes, but everything else was different. If it wasn't him, then who was it? Just then, something happened! I could feel a strong wind blowing through the cave. The man's hair began to change color. It was turning... silver! And the black that was once there blew off of his hair like ashes. His eyes began to lighten. They turned gold. They were the same color as the water. Then he smiled at me--
--Knock, knock, knock, knock!!!
"Huh!?!", I snapped awake! "Dammit!", I said when I noticed I had spilled hot noodles on my lap. "Crap...", I said trying to brush the noodles off, "...my clothes!".
--Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!-- "--ALRIGHT!!", I screamed. "I'm coming!", I said getting up to go answer the door, with noodles running down my legs. I knew it was Sango. She always manages to catch me off-gaurd.
--Knock, knock, knock, kn-- Sango's fist kept wildly hitting the door. "Alright, alright!", I said unlocking the chain and opening the door.
"It's about time", Sango joked. Just then she looked at me as if I were wearing a funny halloween costume.
"What in the world happened to your clothes?", she finally said.
"You happened." I replied bluntly.
"Really?", Sango said Staring at my pants again.
"I rest my case", I said dryly, "I'd better go get changed", I said said heading to my room. Sango followed me prancing. I could tell she was in her usual happy-go-lucky-ish Sango mood. I opened my closet and started throwing articals of clothing out of it.
"Sango, put something together for me, will you?", I asked hastilly searching.
"Sure", she said, grabbing a a few shirts and skirts. I let Sango pick out my clothes a lot because she was so good at it.
"Hey, kagome?", she said while sorting through various outfits.
"Yeah?", I said grabbing a few belts.
"So... what do you think about that guy?", she said partially biting at her nails.
"Guy...?", I said pausing, although I knew who she meant.
"The one at the club the other night... you know... the one who helped you out... after what happened", she explained. The truth was: I really wished she'd stop bringing it up. The sheer hassle of it all is just too overwhelming. My job is at risk and so is my health. I answered,
"Yes, I know who you're talking about".
"So... what do you think of him?", Sango repeated.
"What do you mean what do I think of him? I've never even met the guy", I replied a little louder.
"Well, that's the thing", she said.
"What is?", I asked.
"I think it would probably be a good idea if... well... you know... you got to know him. He did help you after all. I was thinking that the two of you should get together and talk... so you could thank him", she said studying a pair of jeans. This got me thinking. I never did get to thank him for helping me. But I wasn't so sure about seeing him. I think I'd be too embarrased. What does he think of me? Does he think I'm some drunk chick who passes out at bars? Or some weirdo-maniac attention-whore?
"I guess I'd like to thank him", I said shyly, "but how on earth would I do that? It's not like I know where he lives, or--"
"--Actually", Sango cut me off, "I've got a date with his friend he said he'd bring him along", explained Sango in her coolest tone of voice.
"Ok... when?", I asked.
"That's actually where we're going tonight", she said quietly.
"Oh! No! Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-No!", I said dropping some clothes and waving my arms around.
"Why not?", she said surprised.
"Because--I--I--I can't! It's just such short notice! Maybe some other time", a said walking around in circles. I could tell I was getting red in the face. I buiried my face in some shirts I was holding.
"It's okay, kagome. I understand. I planned for us to go to a Spa before the dinner anyway, so... You can go to the spa with me, and then you can bail on the dinner if you really don't want to go", she said.
"Thanks Sango. Just tell him I had to see family... or I wasn't feeling well".
"Alright Kagome. We'll set a date for later", Sango said clamly.
"So where exactly is this spa-place?", I asked.
"Walnut Creek", She said dryly.
(Sango's P.O.V)
Kagome was clearly over-doing it. I was actually surprised she turned down the offer. But it's fine though. I expected that from her. She's not getting off the hook as easily as she thinks she is. I've already set "Plan-B" in motion. Yesterday, I called up Miroku on the phone. We came up with a plan to get the two of them to meet one-another without them actually setting up a date. We made it so that they could find one-another in a place where they'd least expect it. If Kagome finds out we set her up, she'll probably be pretty mad about it. That's why I intend to keep it to myself. I'd like to think that I'm doing her a favor instead of "setting her up". Kagome's always been a little shy about meeting up with people for the first time, especially without time to prepare. Which is why I figured we should catch her off-guard, so she couldn't try to weasle her way out of it. Besides, it's at a spa! She'll be more relaxed than ever!
"Here...", I said, handing Kagome the outfit I'd picked out for her. She inspected it for a few seconds before saying, "Thanks Sango. Pretty good".
"You'd better start changing", I said, "we've got a 5:00 appointment".
"Oh, right!", she said jumping up and heading to the bathroom. When I heard the bathroom door close, I got up and tip-toed to the bedroom door, quietly closing it. Then I flipped out my cell-phone and pressed the re-dial button. As it rang, I anxiously danced in place.
"Talk to me", Miroku's voice answered.
"Miroku, is everything set? He'll be there, right?"
"Everything's going as planned", he answered.
"Where are you guys now?", I asked.
"We've already finished riding BART to Walnut Creek. We're about to get some lunch", he replied.
"Ok, good. Remember, try not to get there until about 5:30pm. That way, Kagome's got some time to unwind and get relaxed... you know?", I said moving my hands around in a winding motion.
"Sure thing. And remember, as soon as we know everythings going to be alright, we'll bail", he said. I could tell he was grinning on the other end.
"Miroku--who the hell are you talking to!?!" I heard another guy's voice yell in the background.
"Oh--No one at all!", Miroku yelled back nervously.
"Look", he said, "I've got to go now. Inuyasha's trailing right behind me".
"Alright. I've got to leave too. Kagome's in the bathroom right now. But remember, 5:30 at the spa", I said to refresh his memory. I wanted everything to go exactly as planned.
"5:30", he said in a reasuring way.
(Miroku's P.O.V.)
I hung up my cell. My watch read 4:06pm. We've still got about an hour and a half to get to the spa, and we're only a couple blocks away.
"Hey Inuyasha? What should we get to eat?", I asked, hoping he would say sandwiches.
"Um...", he thought for a few seconds. "Well... it 'ain't gonna be sandwiches", he said to my disbelief.
"Wh--Why not?", I said in my sad attempt to defend the sandwich. "I though you loved them. In fact, we just ate some yesterday.
"Yeah, I know. But the hassle is something I'm just not competing with today", he said rubbing his head.
"What hassle? What have the sandwiches ever done to you", I said shocked.
"It's not the sandwiches, Miroku, it's the people making them", he finally said.
"Hmm... explain", I said, expecting to get an "out there" explanation.
"I just don't feel like waltzing in there and asking the moron for a sandwich, and they end up giving me everythng I don't want on it. It's like when someone says 'tomatoes', those idiots think you mean 'extra cheese'. And then when you get it, it doesn't look remotely like what you ordered. I can't even begin to tell you how many allergic reactions I've had because of those--",.... Inuyasha kept going on, but I blanked out for a while. I sure hope Sango knows what she's doing. This wasn't exactly my idea. She's the mastermind. I don't know why she's so persistant about getting her friend to meet up with Inuyasha. He's not exactly a 'stand up' guy if you catch my drift. He doesn't just go around trying to introduce himself to every attractive female he meets, unlike 'your's truely'. I don't even remember the last time he's had a girlfriend. Sad to say, there's very few people that he actually cares about in the world. It's not that he's heartless.... just careful. Maybe he's just doing the smartest thing a guy can do these days. Every girl I've fallen for has ended up hurting me in the end. I've had my hopes kicked down more times than I can count. We all make mistakes. Making them, as well as getting hurt by them is just another part of life. Something that's gotta be there for us to live to the "fullest". To live, we've got to be ignorant sometimes. We've got to get knocked down. Living life requires that we become idiots from time to time. But Inuyasha is nobody's idiot. His eyes are always watching and aware of anything that could possibly pose a threat to him. He doesn't want to be vulnerable, but deep down, he can't help it. I guess there's a small part of his mind that's holding him back. Keeping him from being able to "fully live".
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
Sango and I hit the road. As she drove, she seemed to be thinking about something. She does daze off from time to time.
"Everything alright, Sango?", I asked her. She kept her eyes on the road.
"You trust me, right?", she asked. I had no idea where she was going with this, but I answered.
"Of course I do, Sango. What are you talking about?".
"It's nothing...", she said. "But we're going to have a good time today, right?", she asked smiling.
"Right", I answered back.
I began to fall asleep. I could almost hear a piano playing in my mind.
What do say we go for a ride.
What do you say we get high.
I'm so tired of days that feel like the night.
"It's me and the moon" she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you won't let me die.
"It's me and the moon" she says.
I am a butterfly...
I felt the car slow down.
"I am a butterfly..."
Sango began to shake me.
"I am a butterfly..."
"Kagome, we're here".
(Sango's P.O.V.)
This is it. My plan is finally being brought to life! I know it'll work, I can feel it. There's a possablilty that I'm overdoing things drastically, but I just don't care. I've just got an outrageous feeling about this guy... Inuyasha, Miroku calls him. That night at 'Club Crystal', he was the only person to run up and help Kagome, as if he were already fully aware of what's been going on with her. When I talked to him, I felt that he possesed a special quality that not many people had. That night, I was in hysterics about Kagome fainting. I blamed myself for not making Kagome take the pills that the doctor had prescribed. But he made me realize that I had absolutly no control over the situation. I still remember what he said when I had been crying:
~"Sometimes, we just can't take responsibility for our friends. Everybody makes mistakes, and we learn from them. We have our own mistakes to worry about. I know you love your friend, but we can't go blaming ourselves everytime our friends dissapoint us"~
At that moment, I knew he was special. He had told me exactly what I needed to hear.
Kagome has always been a very worrisome girl, and she always tends to overreact to stumbling blocks. But I feel that Inuyasha can do the same thing for her that he did for me that night. He made me feel that everything was going to be alright, and that there was a way out of the madness. This could be good for her. For him as well. He seemed tough and somewhat cold. He could use Kagome to bring some light into his life. Am I playing God? Maybe. Am I doing the two of them a favor? Definately.
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
The treatment was wonderful! People in uniforms greeted us and handed us soft baby-green robes. I felt myself unwind as soon as I walked into the building. My nose was greeted by the soothing aroma of sweet oils. The setting itself was wonderful. The walls were painted orange in the main lobby, with beautiful black and white photography on the walls. In the hallway ahead, I could see a series of many colorful doors leading to different rooms. We were instructed to take our shoes off and I was in heaven as I felt the soft fluffy carpet between my toes. I was like a kid in a candy store.
"Ah! Isn't this great, kagome? I can't wait!", Sango said stretching out her arms.
"What are we going to do first?", I asked.
"Well actually I thought we'd split up and do seperate things. You know, so we can really relax", Sango said. I was a little surprised. Usually she'd be the first to suggest that we do every single activity together. But I wasn't complaining.
"Okay, sounds good", I said clasping my hands.
"I'll go get a massage, and you can go relax in the hottub. Then we'll switch. Sound good?", She asked.
"Sounds perfect", I agreed. I couldn't wait. I needed so much to relax. Sango and I were both shown to different rooms. I walked into the small room and closed the doors behind me. It's walls were painted a soothing blue, and the wood floor was shiny and waxed. In the center there was a beautiful and steamy pool of water in the floor.
"Wow...", I said to myself.
"A private hottub...". I couldn't believe how blessed I was. I couldn't stop smiling. It was all so perfect. I undressed and set my clothes in a corner. On a little shelf there were some towls, a small bottle of lotion, and an assortment of small bottles of essential oils. I picked up two of the bottles and walked to the hottub. I tested the temperature of the water with my foot. It was perfect! I quickly got in. I laid my head back and was transfered instantly into a world of relaxation. It felt like heaven. Sheer Heaven!
(Sango's P.O.V.)
I walked into a beautiful amber-colored room. Inside, there were a few small shelves filled with various massage oils. The smell of lavender calmed my nerves. To tell you the truth, I was actually a bit nervous about how things would work out. I really hoped everything would go as planned. There was a tall bed in the middle of the room. It had a light-orange silk cloth draped over it. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5:17pm.
"They'd better get here soon", I said to myself.
After making sure the door was closed, I began to undress. I grabbed a towl from a nearby shelf and wrapped it around my waist. Then I laid face down on the bed to wait the massagist. About five minuted had passed when I heard the door to the room open.
'Finally', I though to myself.
Footsteps walked towards me. I could hear the sound of bottles clanking on the shelves as oils were prepared. The exposed part of my back felt warm sensations from oil being dripped on it. Then I felt warm hands begining to massage me. I remained calm and unsurprised.
"You're pretty good at this", I said bluntly.
"I've performed my fair share of massages", Miroku's voice replied.
"So you guys made it huh? I was beginning to give up faith in you", I said opening my eyes and checking up on my nails.
"Oh really?", He replied still massaging my back, "It just goes to show how faithful I am".
"So where's Inuyasha?", I asked him.
"In the lobby", he replied.
"But when will h--"
"--Shh-shh", Miroku cut me off. "Just relax. Everything'll go perfect. I'll make sure".
Feeling reasured, I began to relax again. I let out a big sigh. Then I sat up on the bed.
Miroku shyly covered his eyes with his hands so as not to offend me. I smiled and wrapped a robe around myself. Then I got up to my feet and walked towards him. I stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
"Hold me", I whispered. And he did.
"S-Sango", he murmured.
"Thank you so much for this", I said under his chin with the side of my face pressed against his chest, "I couldn't have done it without you".
I felt his hand in my hair.
"No problem", he replied simple and modest. "You know I almost th--".
"--Shhhh", I cut him off. "Now... it's your turn to be quiet".
Gently grabbing his neck-tie and pulling him towards me, I kissed him.
(Inuyasha's P.O.V.)
I was getting bored fast. Miroku told me to wait, but didn't say where he was going. I hate it when he does that. I won't be waiting for long. He's lucky there just-so-happened to be a Rolling Stone Magezine sitting on the table, otherwise I'd be in frantics.
"Excuse me, Sir?", I heard a voice say. I looked up from my magezine to see an assistant holding articals of cloth. "Your robe and slippers", she said.
"Oh...", I said taking them, "...thank you".
She nodded her head and walked away.
I don't see why Miroku's going to all of this trouble just to get ready for some dumb dinner. That guy is hard to understand sometimes.
"I guess I should go put this on", I said to myself holding up the robe. I got up from my seat and walked down a long hallway until I reached a room that said 'Dressing Room' in bold letters. I walked into a bright room with mirrors and silky curtains seperating the dressing areas. I went into one and began to strip from my outer clothing. Then I stopped. In the corner of the floor, something caught my eye. I looked down and saw a page from today's newspaper. I read the headline: Bay Area Night-Club Scene Strikes Back. My eyes slowly widened as I witnessed the impossible. A photo that I couldn't believe.
"Oh my God...", I said to myself, "...I'm in the headlines!", I almost yelled.
And there I was! A picture of me in the headline of the entertainment section sitting down in a stool and playing my guitar at 'Club Crystal'.
"Yep, that's me alright!". With that, I quickly threw my clothes back on, grabbed the paper and burst out the dressing room. I had to find Miroku and show him this. I was so excited I almost had no sense of where I was going and didn't care. I just needed to show this to him before my "happy-meter" went down. I can't believe this! This is Life-Changing!
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
"Ah! That was refreshing!", I said drying myself off. That was just what I needed. I'm ready to take on anything now. I put on some of the lotion and wrapped myself in a warm, fluffy robe.
"Mmm.... I smell great.", I said inhaling the lavender scented lotion. I guess Sango was right. This really was a good idea. I slid my feet into my slippers and picked up my clothes.
"I can't wait to get a massage", I exclaimed to myself happily. Just then, I heard someone shouting.
"Miroku----Miroku!?", they said.
"What's going on?", I asked myself. I quickly swung open the door to see someone standing directly in front of me as if about to knock on the door. I almost jumped backwards. I looked up. It was... a guy...?
I gasped! It was...
Another door swung open directly behind him and two people ran out. It was Sango! The guy turned around.
"Miroku!?!", He yelled. Where are you going!?!".
"Somewhere you're not!", He replied and continued to run.
"Sango!", I screamed. She almost stopped, "What are you doing? Don't just leave!".
"See ya' later", She yelled without looking back. They ran straight out the front door. The both of us stared at eachother for a split-second, then ran to follow them. I saw Sango getting into the car, and the other guy getting in with her.
"You can't just take the car! What are you doing!?! What's going on?", I exclaimed. But she started up the engine and veered out of the parking space, turned around, and left.
"Miroku, get back here!", the guy screamed as the car disapeared down the street.
I was terribly confused. The black-haired guy and I turned back around to face eachother.
He had the most awkward look on his face. My head felt dizzy. Shocked, the two of us stared one another in the eyes and said in unison...
"Now What!?!"
~The Emo Diaries~
AN: Now the REAL story can begin.Think of that as a prequal. lol. Phew. Sorry these updates are taking so long. I'm thinking up so many ideas now. It coming into place a lot smoother. Thank you for reading this chapter. Hope you like the next. Review and Thanx:)
Disclaimer: I didn't create the Anime Series Inuyasha, nor do I own and did not create any of it's characters.... GAD!! You know, this is really getting old!!!!!
THIS IS A NOTE TO EYERYONE: When I use the term EMO in the title, I'm not referring to the label/stereotype. I use that term to refer to the fact that this story involves a lot of emotion. I'm also referring to the genre of music. Tank Ya... Tank Ya.
P.S. read the short paragraphs before the actual chapter begins :) they explain a lot about what each charachter is feeling.
Emo Diaries
Chapter 7: Fateful Plot of the Mastermind
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
No one is perfect... I'm no exception. Sometimes I get a little too bothered about little things. The term "mind over matter" wears itself out as I pace myself down the road of life. I never really know what God will throw at me next. Sometimes When I face life's daily challenges, I don't know how to handle them. It's like a game of baseball. Almost as if I'm watching myself from above and wondering whether or not I'll reach home base without getting struck out. I guess we all want to get home.
3:00 pm
"Ouch!", I scream as I akwardly shove my fingers into my mouth. While pouring hot water into a cup of instant noodles, I missed the cup and it hit my hand. "Dammit", I cursed under my breath as I reached for a paper napkin. I quickly wrapped up my pinkened hand, and poured the rest of the water into the cup as best as I could. I set it aside. Sango had called a few hours and told me to get cleaned up and get dressed, because we'd be going out that afternoon. She didn't say where. Just that she'd be here at about 3:30, which, according to Sango, meant 4:00. I thought I'd try and eat something before she came to pick me up. It's a saturday, and I figured since I'm off work today, I might as well enjoy myself. I don't usually get a lot of time to have fun and hang with friends.
I'm still thinking about that morning when I had waken up in Sango's apartment. I still can't exactly piece together what had come over me.
"Oh God, I hope I don't get fired...", I muttered. Everything is so cloudy to me still. Why did I panic? Why did I faint? "All I can remember is seeing that guy. He was the last person I saw", I say making a last attempt to recall the incident. Maybe I'm just stressed out from too much working. I think I should use this night as a time to relax...
I grabbed a pair of chopsticks out of a drawer and I began to stir the cup of noodles around. Then I went into the livingroom and I turned on the stereo. "Whoa!!", I screamed as the too-loud music filled the room. I hastily turned the volume down, almost spilling my noodles. "That sure got me going!", I say to myself, overwhelmed. "I told Sango to turn it down when she finishes with it", I said annoyed. I quickly flipped through stations until I finally came across a song I liked:
It's a good year for a murder,
She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger
There's no tears, 'cause he's not here,
She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner...
And soon they'll be coming to rush her away
And no one's so sure if her crime had a reason
And the reasons, like seasons, they constantly change
And the seasons of last year, like reasons have floated away.
I really like this song. It always gets me thinking. I stirred up my noodles again. Then I picked some up between my chopsticks and put them in my mouth. "Mmmm", I said as I gulped them down. It was the first I had eaten since nine-something that morning. I walked over to the couch and sat down. I began thinking about the lyrics to the song on the radio. It's about a woman-- a housewife-- who can't break away from the sad, monotonous life that she has to live day after day. It's almost as if she's a prisoner in her own home. Her husband is abusive and causes her so much pain that one day, she kills him. The song continued:
Away... Away with this spilled milk,
Away with this dirty dish water... Away...
Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter...
"It's me and the moon", she says...
"And I've got no trouble with that,
and I am a butterfly, but you won't let me die.
It's me and the moon", she says.
I set my noodles on the small table beside me. Then I closed my eyes and began to think. I'm actually a little afraid of what has been going on with me. I've been feeling different lately. As if I'm not myself. I've always been a nervous sort of person, but nothing too severe. And now I panic when there seems to be no real danger. It's like my body is reacting to something, or warning me that something is coming or about to come. I know it sounds crazy, but I think something is about to happen.... Something big. And that these little attacks... they... I don't know, but... I'm sure they're for something.
I began to drift off to sleep. I was a little exhausted, even though it was only 3:45pm. Sometimes, I think that my dreams speak to me. They tell me what's going to happen, but the overall message isn't always clear. I can see a cave. I can here an echo. Strange voices... What are they saying? They're getting closer... Now I'm inside of the cave. It's too dark to see anything. But wait... I can see something sparkling in the distance. It's glowing. What is it? A lake? A golden lake. Why is it here? Besides the lake, everything else around me is pitch-black. I slowly get closer until I'm standing right above it. I kneel down. But... why is the water gold? I reach into it with my hand and make ripples in the water. The water was warm. I gaze into the golden lake. I could almost see a reflection, but the ripples cloaked my view. I could see a face. The ripples settled. What's this? When the water cleared, I could see a face staring back at me in the water, but it was not my own. It was a man's face. He had long black hair, and large black eyes that stared directly into mine. He was a handsome man. But... who was he?... Who did he remind me of? He looked just like... the Guitarist. But wait.... It wasn't him. It wasn't the same person. The two of them had the exact same eyes, but everything else was different. If it wasn't him, then who was it? Just then, something happened! I could feel a strong wind blowing through the cave. The man's hair began to change color. It was turning... silver! And the black that was once there blew off of his hair like ashes. His eyes began to lighten. They turned gold. They were the same color as the water. Then he smiled at me--
--Knock, knock, knock, knock!!!
"Huh!?!", I snapped awake! "Dammit!", I said when I noticed I had spilled hot noodles on my lap. "Crap...", I said trying to brush the noodles off, "...my clothes!".
--Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!-- "--ALRIGHT!!", I screamed. "I'm coming!", I said getting up to go answer the door, with noodles running down my legs. I knew it was Sango. She always manages to catch me off-gaurd.
--Knock, knock, knock, kn-- Sango's fist kept wildly hitting the door. "Alright, alright!", I said unlocking the chain and opening the door.
"It's about time", Sango joked. Just then she looked at me as if I were wearing a funny halloween costume.
"What in the world happened to your clothes?", she finally said.
"You happened." I replied bluntly.
"Really?", Sango said Staring at my pants again.
"I rest my case", I said dryly, "I'd better go get changed", I said said heading to my room. Sango followed me prancing. I could tell she was in her usual happy-go-lucky-ish Sango mood. I opened my closet and started throwing articals of clothing out of it.
"Sango, put something together for me, will you?", I asked hastilly searching.
"Sure", she said, grabbing a a few shirts and skirts. I let Sango pick out my clothes a lot because she was so good at it.
"Hey, kagome?", she said while sorting through various outfits.
"Yeah?", I said grabbing a few belts.
"So... what do you think about that guy?", she said partially biting at her nails.
"Guy...?", I said pausing, although I knew who she meant.
"The one at the club the other night... you know... the one who helped you out... after what happened", she explained. The truth was: I really wished she'd stop bringing it up. The sheer hassle of it all is just too overwhelming. My job is at risk and so is my health. I answered,
"Yes, I know who you're talking about".
"So... what do you think of him?", Sango repeated.
"What do you mean what do I think of him? I've never even met the guy", I replied a little louder.
"Well, that's the thing", she said.
"What is?", I asked.
"I think it would probably be a good idea if... well... you know... you got to know him. He did help you after all. I was thinking that the two of you should get together and talk... so you could thank him", she said studying a pair of jeans. This got me thinking. I never did get to thank him for helping me. But I wasn't so sure about seeing him. I think I'd be too embarrased. What does he think of me? Does he think I'm some drunk chick who passes out at bars? Or some weirdo-maniac attention-whore?
"I guess I'd like to thank him", I said shyly, "but how on earth would I do that? It's not like I know where he lives, or--"
"--Actually", Sango cut me off, "I've got a date with his friend he said he'd bring him along", explained Sango in her coolest tone of voice.
"Ok... when?", I asked.
"That's actually where we're going tonight", she said quietly.
"Oh! No! Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-No!", I said dropping some clothes and waving my arms around.
"Why not?", she said surprised.
"Because--I--I--I can't! It's just such short notice! Maybe some other time", a said walking around in circles. I could tell I was getting red in the face. I buiried my face in some shirts I was holding.
"It's okay, kagome. I understand. I planned for us to go to a Spa before the dinner anyway, so... You can go to the spa with me, and then you can bail on the dinner if you really don't want to go", she said.
"Thanks Sango. Just tell him I had to see family... or I wasn't feeling well".
"Alright Kagome. We'll set a date for later", Sango said clamly.
"So where exactly is this spa-place?", I asked.
"Walnut Creek", She said dryly.
(Sango's P.O.V)
Kagome was clearly over-doing it. I was actually surprised she turned down the offer. But it's fine though. I expected that from her. She's not getting off the hook as easily as she thinks she is. I've already set "Plan-B" in motion. Yesterday, I called up Miroku on the phone. We came up with a plan to get the two of them to meet one-another without them actually setting up a date. We made it so that they could find one-another in a place where they'd least expect it. If Kagome finds out we set her up, she'll probably be pretty mad about it. That's why I intend to keep it to myself. I'd like to think that I'm doing her a favor instead of "setting her up". Kagome's always been a little shy about meeting up with people for the first time, especially without time to prepare. Which is why I figured we should catch her off-guard, so she couldn't try to weasle her way out of it. Besides, it's at a spa! She'll be more relaxed than ever!
"Here...", I said, handing Kagome the outfit I'd picked out for her. She inspected it for a few seconds before saying, "Thanks Sango. Pretty good".
"You'd better start changing", I said, "we've got a 5:00 appointment".
"Oh, right!", she said jumping up and heading to the bathroom. When I heard the bathroom door close, I got up and tip-toed to the bedroom door, quietly closing it. Then I flipped out my cell-phone and pressed the re-dial button. As it rang, I anxiously danced in place.
"Talk to me", Miroku's voice answered.
"Miroku, is everything set? He'll be there, right?"
"Everything's going as planned", he answered.
"Where are you guys now?", I asked.
"We've already finished riding BART to Walnut Creek. We're about to get some lunch", he replied.
"Ok, good. Remember, try not to get there until about 5:30pm. That way, Kagome's got some time to unwind and get relaxed... you know?", I said moving my hands around in a winding motion.
"Sure thing. And remember, as soon as we know everythings going to be alright, we'll bail", he said. I could tell he was grinning on the other end.
"Miroku--who the hell are you talking to!?!" I heard another guy's voice yell in the background.
"Oh--No one at all!", Miroku yelled back nervously.
"Look", he said, "I've got to go now. Inuyasha's trailing right behind me".
"Alright. I've got to leave too. Kagome's in the bathroom right now. But remember, 5:30 at the spa", I said to refresh his memory. I wanted everything to go exactly as planned.
"5:30", he said in a reasuring way.
(Miroku's P.O.V.)
I hung up my cell. My watch read 4:06pm. We've still got about an hour and a half to get to the spa, and we're only a couple blocks away.
"Hey Inuyasha? What should we get to eat?", I asked, hoping he would say sandwiches.
"Um...", he thought for a few seconds. "Well... it 'ain't gonna be sandwiches", he said to my disbelief.
"Wh--Why not?", I said in my sad attempt to defend the sandwich. "I though you loved them. In fact, we just ate some yesterday.
"Yeah, I know. But the hassle is something I'm just not competing with today", he said rubbing his head.
"What hassle? What have the sandwiches ever done to you", I said shocked.
"It's not the sandwiches, Miroku, it's the people making them", he finally said.
"Hmm... explain", I said, expecting to get an "out there" explanation.
"I just don't feel like waltzing in there and asking the moron for a sandwich, and they end up giving me everythng I don't want on it. It's like when someone says 'tomatoes', those idiots think you mean 'extra cheese'. And then when you get it, it doesn't look remotely like what you ordered. I can't even begin to tell you how many allergic reactions I've had because of those--",.... Inuyasha kept going on, but I blanked out for a while. I sure hope Sango knows what she's doing. This wasn't exactly my idea. She's the mastermind. I don't know why she's so persistant about getting her friend to meet up with Inuyasha. He's not exactly a 'stand up' guy if you catch my drift. He doesn't just go around trying to introduce himself to every attractive female he meets, unlike 'your's truely'. I don't even remember the last time he's had a girlfriend. Sad to say, there's very few people that he actually cares about in the world. It's not that he's heartless.... just careful. Maybe he's just doing the smartest thing a guy can do these days. Every girl I've fallen for has ended up hurting me in the end. I've had my hopes kicked down more times than I can count. We all make mistakes. Making them, as well as getting hurt by them is just another part of life. Something that's gotta be there for us to live to the "fullest". To live, we've got to be ignorant sometimes. We've got to get knocked down. Living life requires that we become idiots from time to time. But Inuyasha is nobody's idiot. His eyes are always watching and aware of anything that could possibly pose a threat to him. He doesn't want to be vulnerable, but deep down, he can't help it. I guess there's a small part of his mind that's holding him back. Keeping him from being able to "fully live".
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
Sango and I hit the road. As she drove, she seemed to be thinking about something. She does daze off from time to time.
"Everything alright, Sango?", I asked her. She kept her eyes on the road.
"You trust me, right?", she asked. I had no idea where she was going with this, but I answered.
"Of course I do, Sango. What are you talking about?".
"It's nothing...", she said. "But we're going to have a good time today, right?", she asked smiling.
"Right", I answered back.
I began to fall asleep. I could almost hear a piano playing in my mind.
What do say we go for a ride.
What do you say we get high.
I'm so tired of days that feel like the night.
"It's me and the moon" she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you won't let me die.
"It's me and the moon" she says.
I am a butterfly...
I felt the car slow down.
"I am a butterfly..."
Sango began to shake me.
"I am a butterfly..."
"Kagome, we're here".
(Sango's P.O.V.)
This is it. My plan is finally being brought to life! I know it'll work, I can feel it. There's a possablilty that I'm overdoing things drastically, but I just don't care. I've just got an outrageous feeling about this guy... Inuyasha, Miroku calls him. That night at 'Club Crystal', he was the only person to run up and help Kagome, as if he were already fully aware of what's been going on with her. When I talked to him, I felt that he possesed a special quality that not many people had. That night, I was in hysterics about Kagome fainting. I blamed myself for not making Kagome take the pills that the doctor had prescribed. But he made me realize that I had absolutly no control over the situation. I still remember what he said when I had been crying:
~"Sometimes, we just can't take responsibility for our friends. Everybody makes mistakes, and we learn from them. We have our own mistakes to worry about. I know you love your friend, but we can't go blaming ourselves everytime our friends dissapoint us"~
At that moment, I knew he was special. He had told me exactly what I needed to hear.
Kagome has always been a very worrisome girl, and she always tends to overreact to stumbling blocks. But I feel that Inuyasha can do the same thing for her that he did for me that night. He made me feel that everything was going to be alright, and that there was a way out of the madness. This could be good for her. For him as well. He seemed tough and somewhat cold. He could use Kagome to bring some light into his life. Am I playing God? Maybe. Am I doing the two of them a favor? Definately.
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
The treatment was wonderful! People in uniforms greeted us and handed us soft baby-green robes. I felt myself unwind as soon as I walked into the building. My nose was greeted by the soothing aroma of sweet oils. The setting itself was wonderful. The walls were painted orange in the main lobby, with beautiful black and white photography on the walls. In the hallway ahead, I could see a series of many colorful doors leading to different rooms. We were instructed to take our shoes off and I was in heaven as I felt the soft fluffy carpet between my toes. I was like a kid in a candy store.
"Ah! Isn't this great, kagome? I can't wait!", Sango said stretching out her arms.
"What are we going to do first?", I asked.
"Well actually I thought we'd split up and do seperate things. You know, so we can really relax", Sango said. I was a little surprised. Usually she'd be the first to suggest that we do every single activity together. But I wasn't complaining.
"Okay, sounds good", I said clasping my hands.
"I'll go get a massage, and you can go relax in the hottub. Then we'll switch. Sound good?", She asked.
"Sounds perfect", I agreed. I couldn't wait. I needed so much to relax. Sango and I were both shown to different rooms. I walked into the small room and closed the doors behind me. It's walls were painted a soothing blue, and the wood floor was shiny and waxed. In the center there was a beautiful and steamy pool of water in the floor.
"Wow...", I said to myself.
"A private hottub...". I couldn't believe how blessed I was. I couldn't stop smiling. It was all so perfect. I undressed and set my clothes in a corner. On a little shelf there were some towls, a small bottle of lotion, and an assortment of small bottles of essential oils. I picked up two of the bottles and walked to the hottub. I tested the temperature of the water with my foot. It was perfect! I quickly got in. I laid my head back and was transfered instantly into a world of relaxation. It felt like heaven. Sheer Heaven!
(Sango's P.O.V.)
I walked into a beautiful amber-colored room. Inside, there were a few small shelves filled with various massage oils. The smell of lavender calmed my nerves. To tell you the truth, I was actually a bit nervous about how things would work out. I really hoped everything would go as planned. There was a tall bed in the middle of the room. It had a light-orange silk cloth draped over it. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5:17pm.
"They'd better get here soon", I said to myself.
After making sure the door was closed, I began to undress. I grabbed a towl from a nearby shelf and wrapped it around my waist. Then I laid face down on the bed to wait the massagist. About five minuted had passed when I heard the door to the room open.
'Finally', I though to myself.
Footsteps walked towards me. I could hear the sound of bottles clanking on the shelves as oils were prepared. The exposed part of my back felt warm sensations from oil being dripped on it. Then I felt warm hands begining to massage me. I remained calm and unsurprised.
"You're pretty good at this", I said bluntly.
"I've performed my fair share of massages", Miroku's voice replied.
"So you guys made it huh? I was beginning to give up faith in you", I said opening my eyes and checking up on my nails.
"Oh really?", He replied still massaging my back, "It just goes to show how faithful I am".
"So where's Inuyasha?", I asked him.
"In the lobby", he replied.
"But when will h--"
"--Shh-shh", Miroku cut me off. "Just relax. Everything'll go perfect. I'll make sure".
Feeling reasured, I began to relax again. I let out a big sigh. Then I sat up on the bed.
Miroku shyly covered his eyes with his hands so as not to offend me. I smiled and wrapped a robe around myself. Then I got up to my feet and walked towards him. I stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
"Hold me", I whispered. And he did.
"S-Sango", he murmured.
"Thank you so much for this", I said under his chin with the side of my face pressed against his chest, "I couldn't have done it without you".
I felt his hand in my hair.
"No problem", he replied simple and modest. "You know I almost th--".
"--Shhhh", I cut him off. "Now... it's your turn to be quiet".
Gently grabbing his neck-tie and pulling him towards me, I kissed him.
(Inuyasha's P.O.V.)
I was getting bored fast. Miroku told me to wait, but didn't say where he was going. I hate it when he does that. I won't be waiting for long. He's lucky there just-so-happened to be a Rolling Stone Magezine sitting on the table, otherwise I'd be in frantics.
"Excuse me, Sir?", I heard a voice say. I looked up from my magezine to see an assistant holding articals of cloth. "Your robe and slippers", she said.
"Oh...", I said taking them, "...thank you".
She nodded her head and walked away.
I don't see why Miroku's going to all of this trouble just to get ready for some dumb dinner. That guy is hard to understand sometimes.
"I guess I should go put this on", I said to myself holding up the robe. I got up from my seat and walked down a long hallway until I reached a room that said 'Dressing Room' in bold letters. I walked into a bright room with mirrors and silky curtains seperating the dressing areas. I went into one and began to strip from my outer clothing. Then I stopped. In the corner of the floor, something caught my eye. I looked down and saw a page from today's newspaper. I read the headline: Bay Area Night-Club Scene Strikes Back. My eyes slowly widened as I witnessed the impossible. A photo that I couldn't believe.
"Oh my God...", I said to myself, "...I'm in the headlines!", I almost yelled.
And there I was! A picture of me in the headline of the entertainment section sitting down in a stool and playing my guitar at 'Club Crystal'.
"Yep, that's me alright!". With that, I quickly threw my clothes back on, grabbed the paper and burst out the dressing room. I had to find Miroku and show him this. I was so excited I almost had no sense of where I was going and didn't care. I just needed to show this to him before my "happy-meter" went down. I can't believe this! This is Life-Changing!
(Kagome's P.O.V.)
"Ah! That was refreshing!", I said drying myself off. That was just what I needed. I'm ready to take on anything now. I put on some of the lotion and wrapped myself in a warm, fluffy robe.
"Mmm.... I smell great.", I said inhaling the lavender scented lotion. I guess Sango was right. This really was a good idea. I slid my feet into my slippers and picked up my clothes.
"I can't wait to get a massage", I exclaimed to myself happily. Just then, I heard someone shouting.
"Miroku----Miroku!?", they said.
"What's going on?", I asked myself. I quickly swung open the door to see someone standing directly in front of me as if about to knock on the door. I almost jumped backwards. I looked up. It was... a guy...?
I gasped! It was...
Another door swung open directly behind him and two people ran out. It was Sango! The guy turned around.
"Miroku!?!", He yelled. Where are you going!?!".
"Somewhere you're not!", He replied and continued to run.
"Sango!", I screamed. She almost stopped, "What are you doing? Don't just leave!".
"See ya' later", She yelled without looking back. They ran straight out the front door. The both of us stared at eachother for a split-second, then ran to follow them. I saw Sango getting into the car, and the other guy getting in with her.
"You can't just take the car! What are you doing!?! What's going on?", I exclaimed. But she started up the engine and veered out of the parking space, turned around, and left.
"Miroku, get back here!", the guy screamed as the car disapeared down the street.
I was terribly confused. The black-haired guy and I turned back around to face eachother.
He had the most awkward look on his face. My head felt dizzy. Shocked, the two of us stared one another in the eyes and said in unison...
"Now What!?!"
~The Emo Diaries~
AN: Now the REAL story can begin.Think of that as a prequal. lol. Phew. Sorry these updates are taking so long. I'm thinking up so many ideas now. It coming into place a lot smoother. Thank you for reading this chapter. Hope you like the next. Review and Thanx:)