InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Harmony Parking Lot ❯ Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby ( Chapter 1 )

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

Imagine this dear reader I'm swiveling in my chair in a small room in the basement with the door closed and lights turned off. The only light is the one coming off of the computer screen and as I drink my coke I look to see what is currently going on with my other stories and if anyone on my favorites list had updated since a few minutes ago when I last checked. As I scroll down and see that nothing has change I begin to try and come up with a new story. I am not expecting much to come out of it, mainly it is just to keep myself amused seeing as there is no night life tonight with most of my friends getting ready for the upcoming school year or trying to rid themselves of a hangover and recluse themselves from the party the night before. I am absolutely bored and realized that if anyone was to come over and see me in this state they would think I was some freak since the room was void of noise except for my brothers band's song Black Snake Moan coming out of the speakers. Yes it would look as if I was yet another person without a life living off of caffeine and the internet. The only thing that does spark in my mind is that I need another story to write other wise I am doomed to be bored for the rest of the night. Why I tell you this before I start the story is simply to humor myself and to warn you that this story may end up a great piece of work or a disaster that was solely created to keep me busy. So as I attempt to amuse myself I hope that you bare with me and maybe out of spur craziness you will perhaps end up liking it. Well enough with my ramblings and on with the show!



Throw up. That is what I woke up too, another rough night getting drunk and winding up in some abandoned parking lot. This is what happens when no one drinks with me...I wind up on the other side of town covered in my own fucking puke and two empty bottles of jack...it's a shame I was hoping to rid my mouth of the rancid puke taste with more whiskey.

I shrugged and got back up to my feet. The world was spinning, but I staggered on. Exactly where was I going to go...hell if I knew. All I know is that I always manage to find some place to call home even if it's just for a few days.

So I staggered around the city looking for a place to go. Eventually I wound up in an alley. Man I really out did myself this time the spins were so bad that I realized that I wasn't even walking straight anymore, but in circles. So I slumped to the ground . This will be home for tonight.

Yeah I was just another diseased outcast of society. Living on the streets and getting fucked up every night. If I got bored with the town I was in I would just hitch a ride out. What people called dead beats I called my friends. This was my life...where I came from and who my family was doesn't matter that was a life I left long ago and I never cared enough to look back.

"Hey buddy! Get on out of here!" I had been spotted by a cop.

“Fuck off...I’m drunk.” I grumbled rolling back on my side. The cop didn’t like my answer very much and gave me a nudge with his boot.

“Get the fuck up you piece of shit!” His yell was enough to get me to grown in agony.

“You don’t have to yell piggy.” Now I don’t possess any respect for authority and I could have moved and been nice about it, but if I was nice than I wouldn’t be where I am. So I continued down my path to pissing him off.

“I said get up!” And with that his nudge became a full on kick to the stomach.

“You know piggy you kick like a pussy.” Not a clever comeback I know, but this guy was obviously a brain dead jock back in the day and being called a pussy to him was like a racial slur. He grew red in the face and whipped out his club. So copper wants to play does he. I smirked.

“You piece of shit!” He yelled and came down on me with his club. It was a direct hit. While clenching my teeth I let out a smile.

“That all you got really?” I figured that a night in jail wouldn’t be so bad hell it was a place to sleep, but before we got to that point the cop let out all his aggression. I was pretty bruised and maybe even a little sore, but I got some sick amusement out of it. Driving a cop to the point where he just wants you dead can almost be flattering. He finally calmed down and put the cuffs on my wrists I didn’t fight him on it, no reason to get myself into anymore trouble.

As we took the trip ‘downtown’ a killer pain in my stomach developed and then in an instant the back of the cop car was filled with vomit. When I lifted my head up we had stopped and the cop had a look of disgust on his face. The cop dragged me out of the car and threw me in the cell...I smiled to myself that cop will always remember me, the smell never fully goes away.

The cell was cold and uncomfortable, but to me it felt like a palace compared to the dumpster that I was using as a pillow before. I wasn’t worried about warrants or being kept here more than a night it is easy to slip by when you have no past and use another person's name.


Morning had come and the cop from last night opened the cage with a grunt. I walk back to freedom and am handed a pink piece of paper with a judge order, court bullshit. I figure that the cop knows that I won’t be attending that event in my honor. Well time to meet someone with a new pretty name I can borrow.

I was back on the streets and while I look around at my surroundings I find myself growing bored. Hmm...Looks like I need a new dead beat town to wreak havoc on. With a sigh I stick my hands in my pockets and walk over to the apartment building that held my shit. The steps were a pain in the ass...and once I reached the door and knocked I remembered why I didn’t stay the night...the door opened and a woman appeared.

“Where the hell have you been!” She cried....god why the psychos. What do I always get the psychopaths.

“Jail cell.” I shrugged stepping into the apartment.

“That is bullshit! You were with another girl weren’t you!” The girl was really stepping boundaries now.

“Even if I was why would it matter? We aren’t together.” The girl was now holding back cries.

“You can just go back to your whore!” This girl was fucking nuts I grabbed my bag and left leaving her in psycho realm.

Once I got to the bus station I went into the bathroom and changed. It was nice not having puke covered clothing. I threw on my studded jacket and walked back outside and looked at the bus schedule. I tried to find one that would take me far from this place. I looked at my options it seemed just simpler to leave it up to my luck. I flipped a quarter, when it turned up heads I knew which direction to go.

The bus pulled around about ten minutes after I decided which one to go on. I got on and waved goodbye to the shitty town and was on my way to yet another new life. The bus was filed with your regular scum and runaways. All of them completely isolated in their own thoughts and pointless lives. I saw a young girl no older than fourteen with a back pack besides her and a face that was hung up in the clouds. I saw her clothing and I already knew that she wouldn't last long out on her own at least the girl that got on this bus wouldn't be the same one once she was off it. She would either run back home or turn out to be like so many others who run away. She would be your regular old druggy looking for her next fix to forget about her reasons for leaving home in the first place.

Then there was your average hobo man the guy smelled like piss and vinegar. I don’t have a home either, but you don’t see me rotting in my own filth. I simply learned a long time ago that when you don‘t have a home you use charm and a drop of manipulation and usually it helps get you by.


Looking at all these faceless people made me find relief in knowing that I wasn’t like any of them. You may say that I have a superiority complex hell you can say whatever you like, but all that matters is what I think and I think humans are sacks of filth and waste.

It was a long ride to where I was heading. Filled with countryside and highways. I could never imagine living anywhere but a city. Living in a small town would drive me crazy no night life, no concerts, no drugs what could a guy of my nature do. I don’t see how people can do it having simple lives consisted around farming and all that crap, I would grow bored and pray for death. Now my life isn’t all spectacle and wonder I mean I find it to suite my liking. I go out I take drugs and I get drunk, hey as the song goes I’m a punk. I found my life to be the simplest yet hardest to come by. I’m always on the move and couch surfing is an art in itself with the whole making friends part and then outstaying my welcome until I move onto someone else’s couch. It takes time and then there is spanging for the money that supplies my addictions which takes even more time.

But this life was perfect for me I don’t give a fuck what everyone else thinks about it. I don’t have to worry about stupid responsibilities and helping out the community. My community doesn’t like your community we are the community of outcast's lowlifes’ anarchists, ECT. We do whatever the fuck we want and we have each other to rely on. That was the life I found to take pleasure in. I guess I’m just a heartless bastard that way.

The ride was taking forever we had spent four hours in this hot bus and I was ready for some fresh air. It finally took an exit and soon after that I was in another city filled with sky scrapers and street corners. When I got off the bus I began walking around seeing the sights.

I walked into the first bar I saw and asked for my old #7. The amber liquid felt nice going down my throat. The guy I was sitting next to seemed kind of interesting too he had black hair pulled back into a pony tail and a studded vest with patches of the Vandals, Adicts, Adolescents, Toy Dolls, Cock Sparrer, Leftover Crack, and even Oxymoron on it. By my gathering this kid was alright.

I was almost surprised that he was the one who decided to start conversation.

“Hey I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before? What chapter are you in?” He asked with a smile.

“Eh, not really any back in the day I was part of PCP.” I said drinking down my Jack. PCP for those who didn’t know which I am not really surprised stands for Pacific Coast Pirates.

“Really you’re a long way from there aren’t you.” He grinned.

“Yeah I was a kid back when I was with them. I see them now and then whenever I feel like stopping by those parts you know.” I shrugged and ordered another round.

"Yeah I know how it is, by the way the name's Miroku." He outstretched his arm...I was almost taken back at his gesture it had been so long since I formally introduced myself to anyone but I returned the gesture.

"Inuyasha."

"So Inuyasha what brings you to a dump like this?"

"Eh, got bored with the last town thought this might be interesting place to squat for awhile."
"I see so you don't have a place to stay then?" Was this guy for real usually the only ones who offered me a place right off the bat were horny girls who had no idea how fucking retarded they were.
"Well no."

"Well then you should come with me?"

"What an offer to give to someone you don't even know. "

"Eh we’re all part of the same family...after all I hold true that punk is about unity." Miroku paid the bill and I followed.

"So how old are you really?" Miroku asked while we walked down the sidewalk in the opposite direction in which I came.

"19...how'd you know?" I asked. This guy was fucking weird.

"I've been around the block a few times, plus you don't look much older than me and the bar we were just in always gives a hand out to minors." Miroku laughed.

Miroku's loft was only two blocks from the bar we were just at. His apartment sat on top of a music venue called, the "Wind Tunnel". It was a pretty nice venue from what I could see the stage was huge and there was a balcony over looking it with a bar.

"What type of club is this?" I asked as we walked through it to get to the elevator that led to Miroku's place.

"It's mine." Miroku grinned.

"Nice..." I said looking around and seeing posters plastered all over the back wall.

The elevator was nestled behind the stage and when you stepped in it you felt like it would break at any moment plunging you to your death. When we entered Miroku's loft it was the biggest apartment I had ever seen. The one room to the left of the kitchen without a door was what Miroku called the "Zen" room, known to the rest of the world as the living room and the room next to that was the bathroom. On the other side of the loft was a hallway with five bedrooms.

"Geeze Miroku how many people live here?"

"Just me right now, but I have a lot of friends who stop by." He said shrugging then he took me into a room which was right next to his. "You can take this room and if you need anything I'll be right next door." He smiled and left me.

I went over to the bed and fell back fuck it was best the feeling in the world to be on a bed not someone's couch, or floor, or a cold jail sell cot. It took me about two seconds before I passed out.
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Kagome stretched letting out a deep yawn. She threw off the warm comfort of her sheets and went over to her closet. "What to wear?" She thought and stared at all the clothes hung up in her closet, but they all seemed dull and unexciting. Eventually she just gave out a sigh and put on a sweater and jeans.

As she peered over at her clock she realized she was late for school, again. How many times did this have to happen before she would get the hint to not press snooze a billion times before she wakes up.

Kagome rushed out of her house and ran as fast as she could to school. To bad for her that the final bell had already rung and was ten minutes late to class. She mumbled and went over to the attendance office.

"Here Kagome I already filled out your note to class." The lady at the desk smiled.

"Thanks Joyce. One of these days I'll manage to make it early." Kagome smiled taking the note and making her way to the classroom.

As soon as she entered her first class her teacher held out her hand to except the note excusing Kagome’s absence. she went over to her seat which was right next to her best friend Sango, Sango was tall and had long black hair always pulled back behind her ears. She was wearing her studded band jacket a Rancid shirt and a pair of black pants.

"Another late night?" Sango smiled.

"You have no idea...I was studying all night for my English test."
"Wow Kag. We haven't even been in school three weeks and you already have a test."

"Well my English teacher is a hard ass and I need an A or else..."

"Yeah, yeah....I know or else your parents will be disappointed and blah blah blah...you are so weird Kagome. You are the only person I know and I think exists that will listen to bands like GBH and Chaos UK yet you still give a damn about school." Sango shook her head.

“I know, but if I want to leave this town I have to get good grades so my parents can pay for my car and plus there is college I mean I don‘t want to end up a bum in the streets.” Kagome sighed.

“College is a another year away let loose a bit huh.”

“I wish I could.”

“There is no could there is either you will or you refuse.” Sango said looking at her friend in which Kagome met her gaze with a glare of her own

Kagome was considered to be an outcast, her best friends were all skins and punks and their life was based around drugs, sex, and their version of Rock N Roll. . Meanwhile Kagome was a virgin, smoked only pot and cigarettes, and drinking was only a once in awhile thing fearing what would happen if her parents found out.

You would think that Kagome may be a ‘poseur’, but the thing about her is she knew that the way you became a ’punk’ was not to label it to your forehead instead you embrace the life style and music. She knew you didn’t just one day wake up and become one you just grow into it from the first time you listen to Dead Kennedy‘s to when you have a full collection of Dead Kennedy‘s, Combat 84, Sham 69, and various other punk records. Besides Kagome didn’t consider herself to be anyone other than Kagome. She was a 3.0 student who didn’t give a damn about what other people thought of her. She did what she liked. If it wasn’t for a possible car hanging over her, she would get drunk every weekend and not worry about what she got into.

“Kagome, are you listening to me!”

“Huh...sorry Sango I spaced out for a second what were you saying?”

“Come on Kagome you are exhausted! You haven’t even gone to a concert since school began. Can you do me one favor and come to the Wind Tunnel with me tonight?” Sango pleaded giving her friend the puppy dog face.

“Sango...sigh...alright I will. Besides it’s Friday and I am so ready for something to drink!” Kagome smiled.

“Sango! Kagome! You two be quiet or I’ll separate you two!” The teacher threatened. Sango and Kagome just smiled and went back to paying attention to the day‘s lesson...well Kagome did, Sango continued her doodle from yesterday. The rest of the day went by with much anticipation for the night.

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“So Inuyasha how’d you sleep?” Miroku asked coming into the loft with an arm full of groceries.
“Good...I haven’t slept like that in a long ass time.” I said leaning back in my chair.

“I imagine so when I left you were still asleep at that was at three.”

“What can I say I’m not much for the daylight hours.”

“That’s good tonight there are about ten bands lined up the last band doesn’t even play till one.”

“Man you have a sweet gig going on Miroku...”

“Yeah, plus I’m never really low on booze.” He smirked.

“How is it possible that you have that great bar downstairs? Don’t you have to be 22 to be able to have a bar?”

“My friend there is nothing you can’t get when you’re good at playing the system.” Miroku smirked and rubbed his finger nails on his collar.

This guy was fucking amazing....weird and really perverted, but hell he had some of the same make ups as me and some balls. This was one hell of a place to be, I think I may stay here a good while. Doesn’t seem as repetitive as the last town. I dug through the fridge and came across some Pabst....this is definitely heaven compared to some of the scum towns I’ve been.

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The bands started pouring in around seven and I sat at the wonderful bar while Miroku helped the guys set up. It’s beautiful Miroku said to the bartender that I was allowed to get free fucking drinks! And man I will take advantage of every moment of it. People were lining up outside waiting for one of the staff members to let them in.

“Hey Inuyasha!” Miroku called from across the room.

“Yeah?”
“Can you manage the door? Just until one of our guys shows up.” Fuck I have to actually do work...this is bullshit...I got off my bar stool and wandered down the stairs and over to the booth set up next to the door. A swarm of people came in handing me five dollars for a stamp. It took me awhile to get the swing of it, but eventually I got the hang of it. My favorite part was turning assholes away fucking idiots who tried to con their way in. Ha no one was going to get past me without paying. Sure it is completely hypocritical of me, but I don’t give a shit they aren’t me. If I was one of them I would have gotten my way through by now.

I noticed the next girls up were pretty hot. One wore a black mini skirt with fishnets underneath and combat boots while wearing a tank top with cheetah print and man her boobs were right at eye level. The other one was taller and wore jeans and a Rancid shirt with a studded jacket.

“You’re new?” The tall one said looking at me with an eye brow raised.

“Just pitching in...I live upstairs with the guy that runs this place.” That will get them chicks love a guy who has connections.

“Ok...anyway we’re friends of Miroku’s so you can just stamp us and let us in.” Damn the tall one was pushy.

“Sorry no can do ladies, no one gets by me without paying.” I leaned back in my chair putting my heads behind my back.

“Look I’ve had a long ass day and just need a drink and we helped Miroku set up this place so let us in!” The short one roared...man she was a stubborn one. If I ever was going to fuck her I would have to duck tape her mouth shut.

“Sorry girls...no go.” I waved them by and they rolled their eyes.

“Miroku!” They both screamed killing my ears. Miroku took a break from the sound check and came over to the door.

“What’s up guys! Kagome you came!” Miroku embraced his friend smelling her neck as he let go. What a fucking dog.

“You actually know them?” I asked feeling like a slight ass.

“Yeah they are two of my best friends....oh sorry I should have mentioned that they don’t have to pay or get carded. Anyway you don‘t have to watch the door anymore Jaken came in.” Miroku smiled and walked away with his two friends around each arm.

What a lucky motherfucker two hot punk ass chicks on each arm...fuck.

I got up from the seat and went back over to the bar and sat down in the bar stool I dubbed to be mine and ordered a nice cold beer. A girl’s sigh came over from the seat next to mine and as I turned to look I saw that it had been the short chick from the door.

“Hey bartender why don’t you get the lady a mojito.” I said. Yeah I’m smooth this girl will be naked screaming my name in no time.

“Well if it’s going to be on your tab why don’t you order me something harder. How bout you get me a glass of whiskey.” Damn...this girl was amazing.

“So what’s your name?” I smiled.

“Kagome Higurashi yours?” “Inuyasha.” I smiled. The bartender sat down the drinks.

“Well Inuyasha, I’ll see you around.” And with that she left going back down the stairs and getting lost in the crowd.

Kagome huh her name sent shivers down my side...damn...and to think she is friends with Miroku...I am going to get that girl. I already know that she will be mine. I smiled to myself.

I went over to the railing the band that was playing really knew how to play. The crowd was going wild too, I’ve never seen so many skankers out on a floor at once unless it was a major concert. This place was going to be my playground. As I looked out over the crowd I spotted Kagome and her friend dancing with each other. It really got me going seeing a chick skank and hold her own with the mosh pit.

I went downstairs and made my way through the crowd and stumbled upon Miroku dancing with Kagome. God damn of course she would be Miroku’s girl. I shook my head and decided to fuck it and went into the mosh pit. The energy was fucking amazing if I didn’t mention it before. Miroku came up and took me around in head lock.

“Hey man!” I said laughing as we took over the pit.

“What?”

“I said hey!” The music was blasting making it harder than shit to hear anyone. I gave up trying to talk to Miroku and continued to jump around and skank.

Miroku gave me a heads up to follow him to the back where it wasn’t so loud.

“Hey what were you saying before?” Miroku asked.

“Oh nothing. Say are you dating that hot Kagome girl?”

“Fuck I wish man I wish...but hell I wouldn’t know who to choose from...Kagome or Sango.” His friend shrugged.

“Yeah...but Kagome is so fucking hot man.”

“Looks like someone likes her outside of me.” Miroku winked.

“You have no idea I would fuck her for a month straight.”

“And that is where you’re fucked man she is a virgin.”

“No fucking way really?” A girl like that a virgin! Fucking right she probably just said that to keep Miroku away.

“Yeah...but you know you two are kind of a like.”

“Really and how is that?”

“You both are stubborn as hell...man those high school girls, they got me in a head spin how bout you?” Miroku sighed.

“High school?” Shit no more bad news.

“Yeah man Sango and Kagome are both 16.” My heart was fucking shattered god damn a virgin and underage...there must be a way around it...fuck.

“Worried Inuyasha?”

“Feh...I just don’t like the bullshit charge of sagitory rape.”

“Well Kagome’s mom and dad aren’t really people who do that sort of thing...I wouldn’t worry, but I would definitely not think of her as a one night stand.”

“Oh and why is that?”

“Cause I would go and kick your ass...plus she has gone through some rough guys...one fucker even abused her...man when that went down the tube the entire chapter went after him.”

“Nah man I don’t hurt girls at lest I try not too.” I just imagined being chased out of town by all the punk fuckers at the venue...not a good sight I tell you.

Sango and Kagome walked over to us. God she was even hotter now that she was sweating.

“Hey Miroku we are going to head out.” Kagome said hugging her friend. Damn...there goes my chances of making my move tonight.

“Are you sure?” Miroku asked pouting a little.

“Yeah I have to get home parents ya know.” Kagome said. I could smell the booze radiating off of her.
The girls went outside and that is when I knew I had to say something I couldn’t wait till the next show to try and get close to her.

I hurried outside and heard screams off in the distant. Fuck...Kagome! I ran...usually if this was any other chick I would ignore the pleading screams, but the fact that it could be Kagome made me grit my teeth and clench my fists. I ran faster following the screams. I found Kagome being thrown to the ground and a guy standing over her licking his lips and then picking her up and pinned her against the cold stone of the building. That sick motherfucker!

I ran over to him and let it all out I ripped him off of her and tackled him to the ground beating him repeatedly. I smashed his head to the ground and blood poured began to pour out of his skull profusely. The guy tried to run away but I threw him across the parking lot. I went up to Kagome and she was in tears.

“Kagome are you alright?”

“I think so...” She manage to say between sobs. As she looked up at me fear set in her face.

“What is it Kagome?” I asked trying to come off as nice as possible.

“You have ears!”

“No really...” I rolled my eyes.

“No...you have fuzzy ears.” Ah shit...fuck, fuck...shit! God damn it I’m an idiot!

“Inuyasha...thanks for saving me.” I looked back at her in shock she was calm again.

“Yeah well you know, I couldn’t have you get raped.” She blushed and then kissed the side of my cheek. It was hard to refrain from just taking her there in the parking lot, but this girl I knew was more special than any chick I had ever been with.

“Sango is locked in the trunk...I better go get her.” Kagome said still blushing...I had her...she was going to be all mine. She left me looking back again once again as she went towards the car.



What a fucking girl. I went back into the venue and started drinking again all the while my mind never leaving the thought of her.