InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ French is Chic ❯ I don't know nothing 'bout that ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Tythe

-A/N- Please please please! R&R!!

I've finished my first year of college! w00t!!

Musical soundtrack for the writing of this chapter—Classic Queen album and a sundry of other great hits from the 70's and 80's (Pat Benatar—Heartbreaker, John Mellencamp—Jack&Diane, Stevie Nicks—Edge of Seventeen, etc.)

P.S. You know the drill with the French…at the end, and I want to take the time to say that I really do appreciate any and all support whether it is made apparent through reviews, or by lurkers. If you're reading regularly, I appreciate you. <3 And in appreciation, I give you all plushies of your choice!!

Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Inuyasha or any characters therein.
I do own a cannon DSLR camera….and ohhh how I love it so.

----the story----

In a vain attempt to quell the utter hatred she felt for a certain police detective, Atsuko was currently driving around town without anywhere in mind. She couldn't stand the fact that the prick had ruined a perfectly good and decent broadcast! `Insufferable jerk!' She thought loudly, but not loudly enough to drown out the broadcast of the radio mentioning her interrupted broadcast from earlier.

Turning the radio off Atsuko took a moment to figure out where she was. She looked around seeing plenty of apartments and company housing, as well as a grocer's that no longer possessed a front. Bits of broken glass and concrete were strewn about the street, whatever had happened looked as though it had come from inside. Parking in one of the nearer apartment lots, Atsuko got out of her car and began investigating the scene.

“Inuyasha, did Kagome tell you what store she was going to?” Sango was worried for the girl. They had become good friends rather quickly, and it would pain her greatly if Kagome were to be hurt.

“No, all she said was that she was going to the store down the road, and that she would be back later, like fifteen minutes or something.” Inuyasha stood up and stretched. Boy, he really could use some soup or anything really, “I think she should hurry up, I'm getting hungry.” The growl from his stomach confirmed his statement.

“Inuyasha, do you know what time she left?”

“Uhmm, about twenty minutes ago?”

“Sango, I'm sure she's fine.” Miroku placed an arm around his fiancée's shoulders, hugging her tightly.

“Miroku, I'm still really worried, maybe she went to the new grocer's a few blocks down, that opened a couple of days ago. We should go see if she's ok.”

“Calm down, honey! It's alright! I'm certain that a new grocer will not hurt Kagome.” Miroku couldn't understand Sango's nearly irrational fear.

“Sure, it's all ok isn't it? It's not as if everything that pops up suddenly is bad. You know…that guy who said he was a private investigator, who needed a place to rent? And then nearly beats Inuyasha to death? Yeah? Remember? That wasn't so terrible was it…nope it was all fine and dandy.”

“Jeez, Sango! Ok we'll go! Inuyasha…are you going to be ok here by yourself?” Asked Miroku, looking over to where the half-demon had fallen asleep again.

“Hmm? What? ….oh, yeah…sure….whatever.” And the hanyou closed his eyes once more.

“Hello.”

She jumped. The voice wasn't evil sounding, nor was it terribly welcoming. More than anything else it was cold, and devoid of almost all human emotion.

“You are indeed Kagome Higurashi?”

“H-hello. Yes, I am Kagome” The girl was by this point a bit frightened. She heard the chuckle again.

“Good.”

Kagome heard the voice chuckle for a third time. `Ah, pourquoi les choses aiment-elles cette subsistance arrivant à moi ?' She stood in the dark trying to make out an object, any object! But she couldn't. All she could see were the security monitors, the all of a sudden she was blinded by a bright white light. She blinked several times, eventually regaining her sense of sight. There in the middle of the smallish grocer's office was a brilliant, out-of-place oak desk with a green banker's lamp, an ink blotter and a paperweight that seemed to be made of pure gold though Kagome wasn't too certain. Behind the desk was a beautiful black office chair with an equally beautiful (if not ten times more) man. He had long dark bronze hair, and piercingly cold, dark brown eyes. Kagome's breath hitched in her throat, `Ahmondieu, ahmondieu! Il est…beau!' Handsome didn't quite describe him, beautiful was a more fitting term. Kagome's eyes travelled up and down and up again, though when her gaze reached is face she realized that he had asked her a question.

“I'm sorry, what?”

The man sighed, “I asked you Miss Higurashi, if you are aware of a sacred relic called the Shikon no Tama…The Jewel of Four Souls?”

“Yes, I've heard of it, but I don't know what this has to do with anything.”

The man behind the desk motioned to a chair and asked her to sit, “The Shikon no Tama is a very important artifact. You know the story, yes?”

Kagome sighed, she knew the story all too well, it seemed to her that it was the only thing her grandfather would talk about. “Yes, I know the story. This Midoriko woman and this demon got into a fight and blah blah blah, the Jewel was formed in order to purify all the demons wanting to rip her to shreds and such. The demon eventually killed her, but what does hit have to do with me?!”

“Well, it seems that the Jewel has been missing for several years, and by several I mean hundreds. About five. And what this all has to do with you is that you know where it is.”

“What? I do not! My grandfather said that is was a family heirloom, but I never saw it, nor knew where it was kept!” She crossed her arms feeling that this was utterly ridiculous. It is just a stupid story. None of it was fact, just some silly piece of myth that Grand-Dad just wouldn't let go. “It's utter nonsense!”

“Ah ha, but it isn't.” The man's cold eyes looked her directly in the face. “You have it.”

“But I don't. Grand-Dad said he was going to give it to me for my 16th birthday, but he never found it.” Kagome was growing tired of this man's unrelenting insistence that she had this Sacred Jewel thing.

“But you must, you must have it. If you didn't have it how could you explain this?” the man walked over to one of the television monitors and pressed the play button. Kagome watched the screen as she saw herself battle the strange grocery guards armed with nothing but the toy bow and arrows. Her eyes widened as she saw the arrows glow with a ethereal sort of pinkish glow and hit their targets regardless of her blatant `not aiming.' “So, you believe me, now?”

Knock knock knock

Inuyasha rolled over on his couch, whoever it was would leave in a moment.

Knock knock knock!!

The knocking seemed to become more urgent. “Hey Inuyasha! It's me Kouga open up! I got to tell you something! It's kinda important!”

Fucking wolf…Inuyasha got up and peered out of the peep hole, seeing that it was Kouga (or at least the humanized version of him) he opened the door to let `the mangy wolf' in. “What was so important that you needed to return to my residence, huh?”

Kouga ignored him and turned his television on and to the same channel his was on at home. “Shhh! And watch this!”

And there on the screen Inuyasha saw: a hanyou and a young girl. A monk and a demon slayer. A demon cat and a fox kit. “Yeah? So? What of it? It's popular with the kids and so you feel the need to rot my brain with it too?”

Kouga shook his head, “No! Don't you see? Isn't any of this familiar?” The hanyou watched a bit longer, the group of TV people seemed to sense something in their TV woods. They stopped walking and became very defensive. The TV hanyou said to the other TV people, `It's him!!' And then a TV white baboon jumped out of the TV woods. The TV people seemed in impressed with this.

Though there was something oddly familiar about it, Inuyasha didn't understand why this was so important. “I'm sorry Kouga, I don't get it.”

Kouga pointed at the hanyou on the TV… “That's you.”

French:

Ah, pourqoui les choses aiment-elles cette subsistence arrivant à moi ? -Why do these things keep happening to me ?

Ahmondieu, ahmondieu! Il est…beau - Ohmygod, ohmygod! He is…beautiful

A/N—So, there you go! Hope it tickled your fancy in all the right ways! Wonder who that man is telling Kagome about the Jewel, and what will happen when Miroku and Sango meet Atsuko and Ayame at the grocer's! I dunno! You'll just have to see and find out with me!

Please feel free to let me know if something has gone terribly wrong!