InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hunt for the Sword of Legend ❯ The News of a Lifetime ( Prologue )
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By: malitiadixie 
Inuyasha get the call he has been waiting for, for ten years.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Updated On: 06.04.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha get the call he has been waiting for, for ten years.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Updated On: 06.04.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Work In Progress
This is my first fan fic. I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is something that all authors like. If you think I’m going to fast or to slow, let me know. Also, if you would like to see more of someone or less of someone please tell me. I will try my best to get it done. I will also try to update every week. Sometimes it may be sooner. Just depends on how tired I am at the end of the day.
I based Inuyasha’s character off of Indiana Jones. I watched it the other day and figured that it would be a perfect match for Inuyasha.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Inuyasha. Nor do I own Indiana Jones or Friends. If I did, I wouldn’t live in a glorified hunting shack.
Prologue:
The News of a Lifetime
“When we come back from break, I expect your paper on King Tut to be ready and waiting for me to grade. No exceptions this time. You’ve had four weeks to get it done, and I’ll accept no late papers. If it’s not complete then you didn’t do it, as far as I’m concerned.”
All of Inuyasha’s students filed out of the dimly lit classroom. Grumbles and groans were heard from some as they were leaving. They weren’t happy about spending their spring break on a paper, but no verbal complaints were made. They knew the reputation of their professor. He was a great teacher, if you really wanted to learn. He had a passion for his subject of choice, archeology, that none rivaled. However, he was not known for being lenient. He had made a name for himself years ago for throwing students out of his class for griping about due dates on homework. They would unhappily “suck it up and drive on” if they wanted to stay in the teacher’s good graces.
After all the students had departed, Professor Inuyasha Tanaka let his mind wander.
‘I wonder what kind of trouble Myoga has planed for me. I usually only have a couple of days of fun. Will it be a Ming Dynasty vase? What about a famous French painting that had been missing for centuries? Ah, who cares? I’d find Anastasia herself at this point. As long as he has something set up for me, I’ll let the old bastard live.’
Inuyasha smiled to himself at the joke in his head. And what a lovely head at that. Long, silvery-white locks cascaded down his muscular back. Not that you could tell it was a muscular back by looking at him now. He was wearing a black, button-up dress shirt with a black blazer and a simple red tie. Black dress slacks pleated to the bottom cuff were adorning his strong legs. The only thing that kept him from looking like a bank manager, were the red Converse sneakers that were laced loosely around his feet. He never could stand wearing dress shoes, much to the rest of the staff’s dismay. He always wore some kind of comfortable shoe.
You would think the silver hair and brightly colored shoes would be enough to set him apart from others. But you would be sorely mistaken. Inuyasha had one more trait that made him different from everyone else. Two perfectly shaped eyes the color of molten gold were what every female that met him would rave about. He could tell by now when someone was looking at him in the eyes, and when someone was looking at his eyes. It was a distinct, glazed-over look all the girls in his classes would get when they were asking a question or making a comment to him. It never really bothered him, too much. He had made his peace with his unusual looks a long time ago. All the men in his family had the same striking features. Long, silver hair; deep, golden eyes; and naturally bronzed skin.
After realizing that he was still sitting in an empty classroom, his smile tuned into his customary scowl. His picked up his notes on that afternoon’s lesson, and tucked the chair he had been seated upon back under the heavy oak desk. Inuyasha walked across the echoing room, stepped out of the door and locked it behind himself after checking to see if his keys were in his pocket. Walking down the almost abandoned hallways to his private office, he began to wonder again what country he would be going to this time.
Other than being a collage professor, Inuyasha was also on call for a museum near the university he spent most of his days in. He was not only the foremost expert on everything old and rare; he was also an adventure and danger lover. He would go wherever they asked him to go, to get whatever they asked him to get. Sometimes he got into a dangerous situation, but most of the time it was, ‘Go to this place and pick this up before someone steals it and sells it on the black market.’ Personally, his philosophy was the more danger the better. On the other hand, as long as he had some kind of “mission”, he was happy.
As he opened the door to his office, his blazer came off and was placed not so neatly over a chair that was already piled high with what looked like old and dusty books. Next to go was the red tie and a few of the top buttons.
Inuyasha sat down in the brown leather chair behind a large cherry wood desk. He pushed the play button on his answering machine and started to shuffle through a few of the papers on his desk.
The first message was from his asshole brother.
“I hope you are doing well, little brother. Rin has made me promise that I will call you and see if you will join us for dinner. I know you have a week off from teaching duties so you will do well to make some time. Those stupid, little outings you seem to love will just have to wait.”
“Stupid, no good, asshole…” Inuyasha mumbled to himself after he erased the message.
The next was the one he had been hoping for.
“Inuyasha sir, it’s Myoga. I hope you are well. I have great news for you. Call me when you get this.”
Inuyasha didn’t even bother to erase the message as he picked up the receiver to dial the number to the museum.
“Museum of Natural History and Archeology. How may I direct your call?”
“Myoga Suzuki, please.”
“One moment, please.”
Inuyasha waited for what felt like an eternity. No one had ever called him patient, and not laughed at their own joke afterwards.
“This is Myoga Suzuki.”
“So what’s this good news, old man? It better be something to keep me away all week or I’ll have no excuse for my stuck up brother when he asks me why I didn’t eat dinner with him this week.”
“And why would your brother, who shows no qualms at reminding you how much he doesn’t like you, ask you to dinner?”
“Rin made him promise to ask me. Now get to the part where you tell me where I’m going. I don’t have all day to sit around and converse with an old bastard like you.”
Chuckling, Myoga tried not to delay anymore. He was excited about the phone call he received two days prior and knew that Inuyasha would be ecstatic. “I got a call from a lawyer in Japan a few days ago, with some good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Bad news first.” Inuyasha was starting to get impatient again and wanted him to get to the point.
“Well, the bad news is that our dear friend, Kaede Sato, has passed away.”
“Well, that sucks. She donated a lot of money over the years to you guys. Good news?”
“She left, in her will, a clue to the whereabouts of a specific sword; one that you and your brother have been interested in for quite a good many years.”
That got Inuyasha’s attention. “I knew when we asked her about it, she knew more than she was letting on! How do we get the clue? They won’t just let us read her will without express permission from a relative.”
“That’s the even better news. She willed all of her estate to the museum. All her money and antiques that she has gathered over the years will belong to us once we sign a few papers. We have every right to whatever is written in her will. That’s why they called me. Her lawyer, Kagome Higarashi, needs me to come to Japan and sign a few papers. I want you to go with me, and help me figure out the clue.”
“When do we leave?” He was always a man of few words.
“Tomorrow morning. Be packed and at my home at 6:00am. Our plane leaves at 8. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Inuyasha hung up the phone and felt his jaw go slack. All this time doing research and interviewing people had been a waste. The old bat had known where it was the whole time. She was one of the first stops he and his brother had made trying to find the brother sword to the one already in Sesshoumaru’s possession.
‘That old hag,’ thought Inuyasha. ‘She could have told us five years ago that she knew where it was. Myoga said that it was a clue in her will, not the actual location. Old bitch is still trying to jerk us around, even in the grave.’
Inuyasha was still mumbling to himself about crotchety, shriveled up, old bats as he drove home.
As happy as he was to finally have a clue as to where the sword he had spent ten years of his life obsessed with was, he was hesitant, as well. He wished he didn’t have to tell his brother where he was going.
He and his brother, Sesshoumaru, where alike in the fact that they both appreciated antiques and history. The difference in the two was the fact that, while Inuyasha thought that history belonged to the public, Sesshoumaru liked to keep all the artifacts he found to himself. He had a massive private collection. The reason he had to tell his brother where he was going was because, if Sessh found on his own, it would be nasty. Sessh was almost as obsessed with the swords as he was. After considering this, Inuyasha decided to give his bastard, half-brother a call before he left the next morning for Tokyo.
Inuyasha sauntered into his barely furnished apartment at 7pm. The first thing he did was lose the restricting clothing at the door. He then made his way to the kitchen. Inuyasha could cook but hated to clean the mess afterwards. He went for the easily cleanable ramen instead. It was his favorite food in the world and it was easy to make. He pulled several packages from the cabinet and started heating some water in the microwave.
As the ramen he loved so much was “cooking”, he decided to see if his friend would be up for an adventure. Sango was a fellow adventure lover. Whenever he had a mission that he knew would be a real challenge, he called her. She was very resourceful and brave. He could use someone like that on this little excursion. Inuyasha pulled his cell phone out of the dress pants sloppily laid on the couch. He dialed Sango number and sat down at the kitchen table in front of his beloved noodles.
“Inuyasha, this had better be good. My favorite show is on and it’s a commercial. You have about four minutes to say what you have to say.”
‘That’s my Sango,’ Inuyasha thought. “I was just wondering what you would be up to next week. I might have something for you to do, other than watching reruns of Friends.”
“Well, what is it this time? Did some village have their idiot stolen?”
“It’s the Tetsusaiga.”
“When and where do I meet you?” Sango was euphoric. This was the find of a lifetime. She knew this because, as long as she had known Inuyasha, all he could talk about was the Tetsusaiga. It was the Holy Grail to him.
She also knew that this was not going to be an easy job. If he was calling her, it couldn’t be as simple as picking the “sword of legend” up at some dealer shop. Sango was ripped from her thoughts as Inuyasha answered her question.
“Meet me at Myoga’s at 6:00 am. I don’t know what this trip will involve, except reading some wrinkled old crone’s will. Pack to expect the worst.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Later!”
“Later.”
Inuyasha pushed the end button on his cell. As he thought about what might be in store for him when he got to Tokyo, he downed his ramen with ease.
‘I wonder if Sessh will want to meet us there. Maybe I shouldn’t call him. No, he’ll just find out some other way and surprise me. I hate surprises.’
The next week, would indeed, be interesting. If he only knew what he was getting into, he might have reconsidered that dinner date with Sesshoumaru and Rin.
(Updated on 6/04/08)
I based Inuyasha’s character off of Indiana Jones. I watched it the other day and figured that it would be a perfect match for Inuyasha.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Inuyasha. Nor do I own Indiana Jones or Friends. If I did, I wouldn’t live in a glorified hunting shack.
Prologue:
The News of a Lifetime
“When we come back from break, I expect your paper on King Tut to be ready and waiting for me to grade. No exceptions this time. You’ve had four weeks to get it done, and I’ll accept no late papers. If it’s not complete then you didn’t do it, as far as I’m concerned.”
All of Inuyasha’s students filed out of the dimly lit classroom. Grumbles and groans were heard from some as they were leaving. They weren’t happy about spending their spring break on a paper, but no verbal complaints were made. They knew the reputation of their professor. He was a great teacher, if you really wanted to learn. He had a passion for his subject of choice, archeology, that none rivaled. However, he was not known for being lenient. He had made a name for himself years ago for throwing students out of his class for griping about due dates on homework. They would unhappily “suck it up and drive on” if they wanted to stay in the teacher’s good graces.
After all the students had departed, Professor Inuyasha Tanaka let his mind wander.
‘I wonder what kind of trouble Myoga has planed for me. I usually only have a couple of days of fun. Will it be a Ming Dynasty vase? What about a famous French painting that had been missing for centuries? Ah, who cares? I’d find Anastasia herself at this point. As long as he has something set up for me, I’ll let the old bastard live.’
Inuyasha smiled to himself at the joke in his head. And what a lovely head at that. Long, silvery-white locks cascaded down his muscular back. Not that you could tell it was a muscular back by looking at him now. He was wearing a black, button-up dress shirt with a black blazer and a simple red tie. Black dress slacks pleated to the bottom cuff were adorning his strong legs. The only thing that kept him from looking like a bank manager, were the red Converse sneakers that were laced loosely around his feet. He never could stand wearing dress shoes, much to the rest of the staff’s dismay. He always wore some kind of comfortable shoe.
You would think the silver hair and brightly colored shoes would be enough to set him apart from others. But you would be sorely mistaken. Inuyasha had one more trait that made him different from everyone else. Two perfectly shaped eyes the color of molten gold were what every female that met him would rave about. He could tell by now when someone was looking at him in the eyes, and when someone was looking at his eyes. It was a distinct, glazed-over look all the girls in his classes would get when they were asking a question or making a comment to him. It never really bothered him, too much. He had made his peace with his unusual looks a long time ago. All the men in his family had the same striking features. Long, silver hair; deep, golden eyes; and naturally bronzed skin.
After realizing that he was still sitting in an empty classroom, his smile tuned into his customary scowl. His picked up his notes on that afternoon’s lesson, and tucked the chair he had been seated upon back under the heavy oak desk. Inuyasha walked across the echoing room, stepped out of the door and locked it behind himself after checking to see if his keys were in his pocket. Walking down the almost abandoned hallways to his private office, he began to wonder again what country he would be going to this time.
Other than being a collage professor, Inuyasha was also on call for a museum near the university he spent most of his days in. He was not only the foremost expert on everything old and rare; he was also an adventure and danger lover. He would go wherever they asked him to go, to get whatever they asked him to get. Sometimes he got into a dangerous situation, but most of the time it was, ‘Go to this place and pick this up before someone steals it and sells it on the black market.’ Personally, his philosophy was the more danger the better. On the other hand, as long as he had some kind of “mission”, he was happy.
As he opened the door to his office, his blazer came off and was placed not so neatly over a chair that was already piled high with what looked like old and dusty books. Next to go was the red tie and a few of the top buttons.
Inuyasha sat down in the brown leather chair behind a large cherry wood desk. He pushed the play button on his answering machine and started to shuffle through a few of the papers on his desk.
The first message was from his asshole brother.
“I hope you are doing well, little brother. Rin has made me promise that I will call you and see if you will join us for dinner. I know you have a week off from teaching duties so you will do well to make some time. Those stupid, little outings you seem to love will just have to wait.”
“Stupid, no good, asshole…” Inuyasha mumbled to himself after he erased the message.
The next was the one he had been hoping for.
“Inuyasha sir, it’s Myoga. I hope you are well. I have great news for you. Call me when you get this.”
Inuyasha didn’t even bother to erase the message as he picked up the receiver to dial the number to the museum.
“Museum of Natural History and Archeology. How may I direct your call?”
“Myoga Suzuki, please.”
“One moment, please.”
Inuyasha waited for what felt like an eternity. No one had ever called him patient, and not laughed at their own joke afterwards.
“This is Myoga Suzuki.”
“So what’s this good news, old man? It better be something to keep me away all week or I’ll have no excuse for my stuck up brother when he asks me why I didn’t eat dinner with him this week.”
“And why would your brother, who shows no qualms at reminding you how much he doesn’t like you, ask you to dinner?”
“Rin made him promise to ask me. Now get to the part where you tell me where I’m going. I don’t have all day to sit around and converse with an old bastard like you.”
Chuckling, Myoga tried not to delay anymore. He was excited about the phone call he received two days prior and knew that Inuyasha would be ecstatic. “I got a call from a lawyer in Japan a few days ago, with some good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Bad news first.” Inuyasha was starting to get impatient again and wanted him to get to the point.
“Well, the bad news is that our dear friend, Kaede Sato, has passed away.”
“Well, that sucks. She donated a lot of money over the years to you guys. Good news?”
“She left, in her will, a clue to the whereabouts of a specific sword; one that you and your brother have been interested in for quite a good many years.”
That got Inuyasha’s attention. “I knew when we asked her about it, she knew more than she was letting on! How do we get the clue? They won’t just let us read her will without express permission from a relative.”
“That’s the even better news. She willed all of her estate to the museum. All her money and antiques that she has gathered over the years will belong to us once we sign a few papers. We have every right to whatever is written in her will. That’s why they called me. Her lawyer, Kagome Higarashi, needs me to come to Japan and sign a few papers. I want you to go with me, and help me figure out the clue.”
“When do we leave?” He was always a man of few words.
“Tomorrow morning. Be packed and at my home at 6:00am. Our plane leaves at 8. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Inuyasha hung up the phone and felt his jaw go slack. All this time doing research and interviewing people had been a waste. The old bat had known where it was the whole time. She was one of the first stops he and his brother had made trying to find the brother sword to the one already in Sesshoumaru’s possession.
‘That old hag,’ thought Inuyasha. ‘She could have told us five years ago that she knew where it was. Myoga said that it was a clue in her will, not the actual location. Old bitch is still trying to jerk us around, even in the grave.’
Inuyasha was still mumbling to himself about crotchety, shriveled up, old bats as he drove home.
As happy as he was to finally have a clue as to where the sword he had spent ten years of his life obsessed with was, he was hesitant, as well. He wished he didn’t have to tell his brother where he was going.
He and his brother, Sesshoumaru, where alike in the fact that they both appreciated antiques and history. The difference in the two was the fact that, while Inuyasha thought that history belonged to the public, Sesshoumaru liked to keep all the artifacts he found to himself. He had a massive private collection. The reason he had to tell his brother where he was going was because, if Sessh found on his own, it would be nasty. Sessh was almost as obsessed with the swords as he was. After considering this, Inuyasha decided to give his bastard, half-brother a call before he left the next morning for Tokyo.
Inuyasha sauntered into his barely furnished apartment at 7pm. The first thing he did was lose the restricting clothing at the door. He then made his way to the kitchen. Inuyasha could cook but hated to clean the mess afterwards. He went for the easily cleanable ramen instead. It was his favorite food in the world and it was easy to make. He pulled several packages from the cabinet and started heating some water in the microwave.
As the ramen he loved so much was “cooking”, he decided to see if his friend would be up for an adventure. Sango was a fellow adventure lover. Whenever he had a mission that he knew would be a real challenge, he called her. She was very resourceful and brave. He could use someone like that on this little excursion. Inuyasha pulled his cell phone out of the dress pants sloppily laid on the couch. He dialed Sango number and sat down at the kitchen table in front of his beloved noodles.
“Inuyasha, this had better be good. My favorite show is on and it’s a commercial. You have about four minutes to say what you have to say.”
‘That’s my Sango,’ Inuyasha thought. “I was just wondering what you would be up to next week. I might have something for you to do, other than watching reruns of Friends.”
“Well, what is it this time? Did some village have their idiot stolen?”
“It’s the Tetsusaiga.”
“When and where do I meet you?” Sango was euphoric. This was the find of a lifetime. She knew this because, as long as she had known Inuyasha, all he could talk about was the Tetsusaiga. It was the Holy Grail to him.
She also knew that this was not going to be an easy job. If he was calling her, it couldn’t be as simple as picking the “sword of legend” up at some dealer shop. Sango was ripped from her thoughts as Inuyasha answered her question.
“Meet me at Myoga’s at 6:00 am. I don’t know what this trip will involve, except reading some wrinkled old crone’s will. Pack to expect the worst.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Later!”
“Later.”
Inuyasha pushed the end button on his cell. As he thought about what might be in store for him when he got to Tokyo, he downed his ramen with ease.
‘I wonder if Sessh will want to meet us there. Maybe I shouldn’t call him. No, he’ll just find out some other way and surprise me. I hate surprises.’
The next week, would indeed, be interesting. If he only knew what he was getting into, he might have reconsidered that dinner date with Sesshoumaru and Rin.
(Updated on 6/04/08)