InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Garage Band Mondays ❯ Oh Crap. ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4- Oh Crap.

 

 

Oh crap.

 

Let me recap my current position for you.

 

Earlier today I went to the Garage Band meeting where some guy plowed into my back and made my face intimately close with the floor. He never apologized. He called me a convicted felon instead then he stormed off.

 

After the meeting I had to meet with my band mates so we could get together and practice, so I went back to my room. I took the elevator. (It always seems to lead to disaster every single time. You'd think I'd learn.)

 

On the elevator I came across a worthy distraction (insert cough here, and a sheepish look-everyone is entitled to a guilty pleasure.) So I opened the door a little forcefully because I was distracted which lead me here, standing in my doorway, staring up at my pissed off roommate who had blood running down his nose. So...

 

Oh crap.

 

I'm going to get philosophical for a while here. There are points in everyone's life where they can make the right choice or make a wrong choice. Here, I could choose to be the bigger person (which is a Kagome thing to do. What can I say? I'm a doormat) or I could give him what he gave to me (not something I would do). In hindsight, I don't think I made the greatest decision.

 

“What are you standing behind the door for genius?” I said as I pushed past him.

 

I could feel the anger rolling off him, and I must admit-it kinda scared me. When I looked back at him, he was clenching his fists and breathing heavily through his mouth since his nose was otherwise occupied. This was just great. Now I felt guilty.

 

“Are you kidding me?! You slam the door in my face and nearly break my nose and you can't even apologize-“he stopped mid rant because of my wonderful blank stare.

 

Seriously! Can you believe this guy? Rude, egotistical, jerk who-was bleeding because of me.

 

“Hey Cujo! Get off the carpet. You're leaking.”

 

He just stared at my lack of argumentative response, so I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the little kitchenette thing our suite had. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels and soaked them in cold water before reaching up and wiping down his nose.

 

Oops. Dang it Kagome! Why can't you do anything right?!

 

His eyes got really big before they got really squinty, and he ground his teeth around a little bit before growling something out to me.

 

“What. Do. You. Think. You're DOING? Nobody touches me ever! Especially some scrawny little mama's boy!”

 

Oh no he didn't! (Snap snap).

 

“Look Crap Head, I'm just trying to help, and if we don't get it cleaned up, we'll never know if you have to go to the hospital!” I screamed in his face.

 

That wiped the scowl off his face, but not for the reason I thought.

 

“What's wrong with your voice?”

 

“Uh…say what now?”

 

“Your voice. You squeak like you're still going through puberty.” He started laughing at this point, but that caused his nose to shift and he yelped in pain. I laughed mercilessly at his expense of course-even while I was kicking myself for my slip.

 

Note to self-never scream because it makes you sound like a girl.

 

Before I made a bigger fool of myself, I mumbled an apology (which earned me a bewildered look as he cleaned himself up) and stalked to my room.

 

When I got there, shock and disbelief were the only things that registered-I barely managed to contain my screams-and I flew back out to the kitchen in a rage equivalent to the fire created from a thousand suns.

 

“WHERE THE HECK IS ALL MY STUFF? YOU'D BETTER TELL ME NOW BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND RIP OUT YOUR SPLEEN.”

 

His nose was cleaned up for the most part, with only a couple flecks of dried blood that he missed. What a good clotter? (I was jealous. I'm not ashamed to admit it.) He looked to be contemplating something (probably how many ways he could kill me and make it look like an accident) before he let out an exasperated sigh.

 

“I moved your stuff to the other room because I can't be in that room.”

 

“They're exactly the same! You can't just go around moving people's stuff! It's an invasion of privacy!”

 

“If they're exactly the same, then what's the problem? You are such a little woman! Nag, nag, nag, just like my mother.”

 

That killed my anger straight away-did I give myself away already? I was sure I was careful.

 

“What makes you think that um… (I was blanking on his name) guy?”

 

He had a crazed look before grudgingly grounding out some form of a reply.

 

“InuYasha.”

 

“I'm Go. Now why did you move my stuff?”

 

“Don't get your panties in a twist! Your room is red and purple, the other one is blue and green. That's why.”

 

“…”

 

“I get thrown into a blind rage at the sight of green.”

 

“And you don't find that strange.”

 

“Mind your own business! Get out of my way!” And so he stormed off into his room, mumbling expletives which I don't feel comfortable repeating, because let's face it. I'm innocent.

 

I was still pretty irate, so I tried a breathing pattern Rin taught me.

 

In with the good air-count one, two.

 

`I hate him'

 

Out with the bad-count three, four.

 

`Arrogant jacka-Oops!'

 

In with the good-five, s-

 

“Oi! I missed a bag!”

 

He came out of my-no his­- room carrying a black duffel bag which was partially unzipped.

 

`Oh crap'

 

He must have noticed my eyes getting really big, because he glanced down at my bag which had my favorite lacey black bra on top. (Could this get any worse??)

 

He started reaching for the bra, but thought better of it and quickly retracted his hand and chucked the bag at my face, which caused all of my girl clothes to come flying out. They landed haphazardly around the room.

 

I was going to explain, but InuYasha held up his hand for silence. His eyebrows were lost somewhere up in his bangs, and he was smirking like the cat that got the cream.

 

“Oh no-no explanation needed. What you do in your own time is your own business.”

 

I was still fish facing it, and no sound was escaping my throat.

 

“But-“He held up his hand again, turned around, and started walking back to his room. I chased after him, clutching the nearly empty duffel bag to my flat chest, but he only went faster and abruptly slammed the door in my face.

 

I ran face first into it and SPLAT fell back on the floor, which caused my left arm to come and smack me in the face. I now had an imprint of my watch face on my forehead.

 

That caused me to remember why I was here in the first place-I had band practice and now I was going to be late. Great. It was all InuYasha's fault but I swore revenge. He would not go unpunished. I smirked-ow ow-my face.

 

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I had to meet Miroku, Shippou, and Kouga at the studio across the street from the hotel. There were a bunch of soundproof practice rooms there, so each band could practice for as loudly and for as long as they wanted.

 

I was late of course, so everyone was already there.

 

Shippou was a small red head with bright green eyes who looked younger than me-how the heck did he get into the contest? But so he that guy can lay a rhythm like no one else.

 

Kouga was on bass. He was about as tall as InuYasha, with a kind of bland blue eye color. (I've heard a lot of girls say Kouga's eyes were brilliant and bright, but don't believe them, it's a lie.)

 

Miroku was there too, in denim jeans and a loose fitting white t-shirt which had PORN STAR blazed across it in a crimson font.

 

Compensate much?

 

Anyway, after the introductions we plugged in our equipment and tuned up. Shippou slipped behind his drums. Kouga got his bass and stood in front and to the left of Shippou. I stood on Shippou's right with my guitar and Miroku stood in front of us with the mike.

 

We didn't know each other that well, so we just jammed for awhile. It was fantastic. Shippou was amazing, and Kouga wasn't too bad. Miroku didn't say too much, he just practiced his routine from Saturday Night Fever-and let me say, he puts John Travolta to shame.

 

There is nothing like playing music with complete strangers to bring you closer together. I mean that seriously. A person's soul comes out when they play. And if you're baring your soul, people are bound to learn things about you. Normally, this would bother me-baring my soul to strangers-but if you wanted to get by in Garage Band sacrifices had to be made.

 

After our impromptu jam session was over there were smiles all around. We didn't sound half bad!

 

But now it was time for the set list. Each band got to play three songs. They could be anything at all. Free for all!!

 

“I think we should pick something pretty new.” Miroku said. “That way, we can get the crowd's attention by a song they all know.”

 

“Yeah, but what about the classics? More people will know what the oldies are.” Kouga clearly didn't agree.

 

But I liked Miroku's idea, so I decided to persuade with logic. Or, I would attempt to, because come on, I live in la la land.

 

“Guys, think about who we're playing to. Is it adults who've lived through the Golden Age, or a bunch of annoying teenagers who can't admit that they're emo?”

 

Shippou looked like he wanted to say something (probably about the emo remark) so I concluded with “Classic rock would make a great set list by itself, so the judges are probably going to force it on us eventually, so let's enjoy our freedom to choose while we can.”

 

That did it.

 

Kouga slapped me on the back-hard. (MAN! I am such a pansy!) It made me flinch, and then he said “Go, you're a good man. I can see a long, fruitful relationship in front of us.”

 

“My door don't swing that way dude.”