InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Prove It! ❯ What's it to you Shaft? ( Chapter 1 )

Authors' Note: I've been itching to right this story for awhile. If you've ever seen Fresh Prince of Bel- Air, it's kinda like that, but my own idea. I'll update whenever I can, and expect the next chappie by Friday. Any review is welcomed, and you'll get me response to your whatever in the beginning of that chappie.

 

So be afraid!

 

Summary: (Inu/ Kag Daughter) Hoshi moves to the Tokyo to start her new life over. Back home, she got into some trouble. And is sent to live with her Uncle Sesshoumaru to finish school, and stay out of trouble while she's there. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't have the greatest luck in the world. Picking fights with snobs at her new school, always in confrontation with her cousin, and an icy relationship with her uncle. Let's just hope she can make it; or her other option, go down swinging.

Chapter 1

 

Is this really necessary?

 

Summer, May

 

A girl stood in a decapitated airport terminal pickup. She fidgeted back and forth in different sitting positions, and lying positions on the seat. Sometimes she would stand to stretch her legs, skate on her board for a bit, or dance to the music on her mp3 player. After a while she just laid upside down on the seat with her short hair nearly touching the ground.

 

She took in her surroundings slowly getting used to the change of scenery. This was the nicer side of Tokyo; clean city streets, cut and polished men in suits, girls with designer fashions, and pretty much the Richie rich. She'd be staying in one of these types of places soon as she'd get picked up to be taken to her new quarters. Back home, it's nothing like this.

 

There is a little more violence, but filled with sights you'd never see here on a regular basis. Colors of peoples outfits, smells of food stands and outdoor markets, kids playing in the streets experiencing here childhood, and everyone new what was happening, when it was happening. Plus, underground street racing and malls; what's not to love. Of course it would take some getting used to with her change to a new setting, but there would only be one thing she would never get used to.

 

Back home; public schools with a regular looking school, normal attire, and students who respected one another. Here; private schools filled with snobs, and jerks plus uniforms.

 

 

`Okay, time to play!' she bluntly stated in her mind. The scenery was starting to bore her out of her mind. Hoisting herself up, and getting a serious head rush in the process, she leaned to over to her stuff she brought. Taking out her guitar from her vintage guitar box covered in band stickers, and her notebook covered with messages of her friends back home.

 

Of course she had many guitars, but felt it proper to bring this specific guitar. The vintage 1950 Fender Stratocaster. Fenders Rule! She searched far and wide, twenty garage sales, every sales place on the internet, and deserved it from the hard work she did to save up money for it.

 

Anyway, she hooked up the cord into a small clip on amp on her boy shorts, and strummed a few chords for tuning. Winding the tuner pegs back and forth till they were somewhat in tune, she started practicing. Back and forth she played a lick, humming and mumbled syllables to the lyrics her mind invented. Though she doubted it, she was a pretty good singer, and a great musician.

 

With so many people telling her she could be famous, the more she felt that it was better not to get discovered. First you'll be a nobody, then that leads to gigs, which leads to a record deal, which leads to live concerts, then illegal drugs and unprotected sex while shouting the Gods name in vain, rehab, and it happens all over again. That didn't happen to all huge rock stars, but she had no acquaintance with Lady Luck.

 

She blinked from the sudden interruption when she heard the sounds of a horn honk two times. Looking up, her eyes meet with a newly done wax job black limo. Hearing the sound of a door closing, and footsteps touching the pavement, she leaned over, and craned her neck over the hood. The first thing she saw was black gloves on the top of the car followed by a man with a slightly bald head.

 

He turned to face her, but she couldn't see his eyes since they were covered by sunglasses. To be honest, she thought he was not to bad looking for an older man, but she would never swing towards getting with older man. The thought of it made her go, 'blech!'

 

“Are you Miss. Hoshi?” the man asked. His voice was one of those voices that sounded hazy, but it wasn't high pitched or to hazy to understand.

 

“Yes, and who's askin' Shaft?” Hoshi asked seeing as how he was dressed in all black in the middle of summer.

 

He made a noise showing his thought on her remark. “Yes, well…” he hesitated” I've come here on behalf of your uncle who sent me here to escort you to his estates.”

 

“Well it took ya!” she bluntly stated” If I'd known that I would've picked up a slice to go!”

 

Her supposed driver just blinked from her statement in sheer utter of her rudeness.

 

Hoshi raised black painted nails to her temple,” I'm making a great first impression aren't I?” she asked sarcastically,” Come on be honest!”

 

“Well I expected you to be much worse.” He replied reaching for her duffle bag.

 

“What has me uncle told you about me? ”, she asked grabbing her guitar case.

 

“Well…I'd rather not say-“

 

“He said I was a spawn of the devil didn't he?” she bluntly asked closing the case with a forceful slam, but popped back up.

 

Her face seemed to darken with slight anger, and she attacked the top of her case with her behind.

 

As he walked away towards the trunk pressing an auto release button, he could hear her grunt as she repeated the process of pushing the case down. He looked up from the trunk lid from placing her bag gingerly in the back. “Miss why would you think that?” he asked in astonishment.

 

“Not those exact words, but something along those lines…maybe?” she tried explaining.

 

“Uh-huh…Well might I ask you a question?” he gestured.

 

“Shoot Walter!” she said.

 

“Is this all you brought with you? Seeing as how you're going to be here for quite sometime, I'd expected-“

 

“Don't worry `bout that!” she said without worry. ”My stuff is coming in a couple days. Plus my guitar case doubles as an underwear drawer.” She finished smiling a huge smile.

 

His mouth fell open at her statement, but shook it off. Closing the lid, he walked back to the passenger's door, and opened it up for Hoshi. She went back to get her skateboard, and her purse with a 3-d picture of a skull and cross bones, scanned her past sitting area to see if she left any of anything on the ground.

 

Standing back up she saw the door opened up for her, and made a quirk with her mouth.

“Is there something of the matter Miss?”

 

“Hey I have a favor to ask” she finally said.

 

“Yes Miss?”

 

“That!” she stated.

 

“That?” he repeated.

 

“Please don't call me `miss', `madam', or any other titles that she status `cause it makes me feel weird” she squeezed out.

 

“If it would make you feel more comfortable mi- I mean…what would you like me to call you?” he asked in hesitance.

 

“Just Hoshi.” she laughed,” Shoot everyone else does!” she laughed some more walking towards the inside of the limo.

 

When she was in, and he was about to close the door, she popped back out” What should I call you, or do you like me coming up with ridiculous names that aren't even Japanese?” she asked with some serious in her voice.

 

He smiled, and said calmly,”You may call me Fudo.”

 

“Okay Fu-dog!” she said happily, then climbing back into the car. ”Hey there's a plasma in here!” he heard her say after he closed the door.

 

He let out a sigh, and said to no one in particular,”This is going to be a very interesting year!”

 

Well that's it for this chappie. My original concept of this chappie actually came out just how I wanted it. Some titles of the chappies will somewhat make sense, while others will be completely off topic. Kinda like some titles of manga books! Next chapter will be longer, also in P.O.V. `cause it's really hard to act as a narrator. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to sleep under my comforter.