InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I love to hear you scream: A story of Highschool Chaos ❯ Performance ( Chapter 9 )

 

 

 

NOTE!!!

 

I want to thank you all for reading thus far into my story. I enjoy writing for you! But I've been rereading my chapters and I am not pleased with how I set them up and how they were written. As it goes with every writer, time = experience.

 

So I have decided to revise several previous chapters. I am going to be adding things here or there, and combining the some chapters together. But there will not be some HUGE thing you will miss if you don't reread.

 

I'm just doing this for my own enjoyment and for future readers. ^.^ Thanks so much guys! I would also like to dedicate this chapter to a VERY loyal fan, who reminded me people are waiting on my updates. ^.^ This is for you Cat! I hope you enjoy!

 

Love!

 

 

 

 

Kagome paced behind the shimmering curtain of the stage. She soon would be performing there, with no band and no one to save her if she froze up. Worst of all, it wouldn't be her music she would be singing, but someone else's. That meant she would be facing expectations. She hated expectations.

 

That fact made her job much harder.

 

It was everything she could do to stop from biting off her fingernails in nervous fit. The whole idea of being nervous in front of a crowd sounded bizarre in her thoughts. Kagome didn't get nervous, on stage at least. It was like the music and the constant pound of the bass took control of her body, and told her mind to become someone else. But it was always HER music…never some pop-star's.

 

So why was she acting like this?

 

Kagome had sung, even in her worst moments, in front of hundreds of people! Her, Sango, Miroku and Shippo had done choir concerts, weddings, talent shows even a local venue here and there. Hell, she had done contests like this before. So what was her big dilemma?

 

Growling in frustration at herself, Kagome frantically ran her fingers through loose strands of hair.

 

“Uh, Sango you are lucky I love you…” she grumbled to her friend, glaring daggers across the room at the dark haired girl (who by the way, merely shrugged in response).

 

Sango yawned and reclined against the wall. “We need this.”

 

She stated the fact simply enough, quirking her brow at Kagome. The girl nodded hesitantly in response, more-or-less to convince herself.

 

Sango examined her friend's expression carefully. It seemed like forever ago since Sango has seen Kagome like this. She was beginning to wonder if her bright idea was…well, so bright after all? The last time she had seen Kag act like this, she passed out on stage. And that had been the first time Kagome picked up a microphone.

 

Kagome mumbled something incoherent to Sango's ears and plopped down into a seat, which was conveniently hidden in the corner.

 

Sango remained comfortably across from her, a casual smile showing interest in her friend's obvious suffering.

 

A few moments of silence passed between the two, both consumed in their own thoughts as they pushed out the sound of the person screeching on stage. Kagome flinched at every high note the girl on stage it, since it was so ear splintering. At least she knew she would be better than her…

 

Whoever was singing (more like howling) needed to be pushed off stage, gagged and carried out by their hair. It was that painful to listen to.

 

 

“Oh Kami!” Sango gasped, thrusting her hands over her ears. “This is torture!” she hissed, removing herself from her place at the wall. The dark beauty looked over at Kagome, who shared the same expression as she; pained.

 

“If she doesn't get off that stage soon, I think I'm going to choke her…” she stated bluntly, eyes glaring in the direction of the curtain. Sango burst out in a fit of laughter at the seriousness in her friend's voice.

 

“With that look, I don't doubt it!” she teased, and Kagome grinned. The uneasiness was starting to wear off, at long last. Sango sort of had that air about her; she was very easy to be around. Even so, a nice bottle of water to wet her dry mouth would be nice too…

 

“Sango,” Kagome asked. “-do you think you could get me something to drink…?”

 

Her brown-eyed friend smiled lightly at her and nodded. Sango removed herself from the stage area and headed down the small flight of stares. Before she went to pull open the heavy metal door, she turned to Kagome and asked if there was anything in particular that she wanted.

 

Kagome shook her head `no' and Sango continued on her way, assuming a bottle of water would pretty much be common sense. Right?

 

Sango pulled the badly vandalized metal door open, which was heavier than she remembered, and made her way out into the nosy club. The dark-haired girl pushed and squeezed her way back into the large mass of bodies before she took a brief moment to size up Kagome's competition.

 

Her eyes only stayed on the girl performing for a second, since it was the same chick who sounded like a dying animal. Sango examined a few other girls that were waiting in line by the door. At least two looked as though they had the I.Q of a goldfish on L.S.D. There was a brunette, she looked like she might have something to offer.

 

But THAT girl needed to by clothes her size, since rolls of body fat were hanging out of her clothes.

 

“That's just…disturbing.” Sango muttered to herself, suddenly becoming quite bored of the detective work..

 

She started to move further from the stage, forcing her way through a drunken crowd. Sango noticed that even though she was a taller girl for her size, she still found it pretty hard to see where she was going. She attempted standing on her tiptoes to see the bar, but nearly lost her balance.

 

This fact (although it distracted her from the horrible screeching woman) annoyed her, since she really didn't want to have to deal with that idiotic hanyou when she went to get her drinks.

 

Sango stepped lightly again onto her tiptoes (hopefully with more luck this time) in attempt to peer over a couple engulfed in their intimacy. Alas, her tries were to no avail. She gave it a mental shrug/growl and continued on, suddenly not caring what the Hanyou would have to say.

 

Even if he is there, if he says anything I don't like, I'll make him regret it…she grinned inwardly at the sight of the boy being kicked firmly in the groin by one of her long legs.

 

It would teach him not to call her friend a wench.

 

After fussing with an annoying blockade of bubbly, chattering girls, Sango finally reached her destination.

 

Sango gave a cry of relief in her head, imagining a little chibi Sango dancing around and doing a back flip to show her accomplishment.

 

After her little cheerleading moment she quickly began scanning the area for any sign of the temperamental half-demon. When she was satisfied her wasn't anywhere near; she set her sights on finding someone to take her order.

 

Sango looked down at the drink menu, residing underneath the class countertop of the bar. She scanned the list, but suppressed a sigh when she realized that all the drinks on the menu were alcoholic.

 

“What would you like?”

 

The girl looked up the bartender from beneath her choppy bangs. She gave a gentle smile in return. It was a woman a few years older than she was, with a polite air about her and a compassionate aura illuminating from her skin. Sango could guess she wouldn't receive any rude comments from her, like she would've with their previous bartender. “Umm, yes can I have two--”

 

“--The lady would like two Wet Pussies, on me.”

 

Sango's eyes widened in shock and her face darkened with blush.

 

`Who would dare?!' She thought incredulously, practically seething with shock and anger. She quickly turned her head to see who had spoken for her before she flung his skull into the ground. this way she could at least see his face before she slammed his face into the ground.

 

`Go figure…'she growled mentally, her eyes meeting with a pair of very mischievous eye ones. Sango dully noticed the low pony tail, golden earrings, and black hair of the obvious flirtatious man behind her.

 

“Miroku, you son of a…-” Sango hissed, but was cut off again, this time by the bartender.

 

“--That will be 15 dollars, and may I see your I.D please?” the woman asked, her eyes sweeping over Miroku's figure.

 

The man grinned as he reached into his back pocket. Sango stared dumbfounded as he handed the bartender (what seemed like) a valid I.D. The woman lightly brushed her hand over his as she took the card from his grasp.

 

Sango could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

 

`Two Wet Pussies?' She growled mentally, the muscle in her jaw clenching. What the hell kind of name for a drink was that?

 

Once the pretty woman was satisfied with what Sango's friend had showed her, she turned to prepare their drinks. She couldn't help but notice the woman's extra display for Miroku, adding more sway to her hips. Anger threatened to poison her words and she turned to glare at her friend.

 

Oh, she would wait till later…when that little barmaid was out of earshot.

 

“What a lovely woman, don't you think—”

 

Sango thrust an elbow into his belly, cutting off his sentence.

 

She grinned triumphantly at the sound of Miroku's pained moans.

 

“Just where did you get the fake I.D from Lech?” Sango hissed, turning quickly to snap up the drinks the pretty woman had prepared for them. She nodded in the monk's direction when the bartender asked for payment.

 

Miroku had all but doubled over at the painful connection between his gut and her elbow and had to stumbled over to the bar to pay the woman.

 

After fumbling with his wallet and regaining his previous stature, he hurried to Sango's side.

 

“Why Sango? Why must do such things to me?” he whined, pouting his lip slightly at her. Sango just rolled her eyes, appearing to be distracted as she scanned the crowd for a way to the door.

 

“Stop your belly-aching monk, Kagome is waiting for me.”

 

“Kagome is here?” he asked, quickly forgetting his whiney dilemma.

 

The girl tried to pretend she didn't see the looks some of the women were giving Miroku, as well as the ones he was giving them. “She's going on next.” Sango replied drying, holding her drinks above her head and she pushed through the crowd. Miroku blinked at her and glanced at the drinks in Sango's hands.

 

“I hardly doubt she's gonna want one of those…” he muttered, but shrugged it off.

 

“She'll get over her nervousness faster.” Sango chuckled, pushing her body between two people. Miroku pushed with her so she could have more room. Once she was through, he gladly followed behind her.

 

Before the temperamental girl could notice, he took a quick glance at her firm bottom.

 

“Like heaven…” he muttered dreamily.

 

“Huh?” Sango asked, peering over her shoulder at him.

 

The lecher quickly shook his head, “I didn't say anything!” he said immediately. The girl in front of him rolled her eyes.

 

`Oh Kami…' Miroku thought as he watched Sango's long hair sweep across her exposed back as she moved. He watched the motion of her hips, how firm and long her legs were. She was going to drive him crazy dressed the way she was, especially with a little alcohol dulling his control.

 

It didn't help that a white strobe light showed above, illuminating the young woman as if she were a saint. He could see her curves through her shirt, and the sweet way her bottom fit into those jeans. He could feel his loins coming to life at the sight, even if it lasted for a split second.

 

Sango once again rolled her brown eyes at him. Oh, how he loved those brown eyes.

 

“A girl at school told me about the competitions here ever other weekend,” she started, leading him out of the crowd and to the black door covered in graffiti. She pulled on the handle and held it open for him.

 

“So I figured if Kagome sang down here, and she was good. She could give us some promotion for the show coming up.” Sango finished, turning left to a small fleet of stairs. Miroku just remained behind, half listening to what the girl was saying, half watching her hips sway as she walked. `I'm so bad.' He thought, suddenly wishing his hands could be preoccupied with something.

 

When they reached the top of the stairs, Miroku spotted Kagome (as well as a few other girls, one looking drunker that she should be) sitting on a black couch. The girl had been staring off into her dreamland until she must have heard their voices. She looked up quickly.

 

“Miroku?!” She said loudly, looking slightly surprised. She instantly switched her gaze over to Sango, giving her an accusing look. Sango hand the Monk the two drinks and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

 

“I had no idea about this.” She insisted, nodding her head in the direction of the boy. But as if the thought had just clicked in her head, she too eyed Miroku.

 

“What ARE you doing here?”

 

“Well, since it is a free country, I was planning on dancing with some beautiful ladies.”

 

“And how many were you planning on taking home?”

 

Miroku paused. “…As many that will come?”

 

Sango growled lowly, snatching the drinks from his grasp and thrust one in Kagome's direction.

 

“Drink it, fast.” She stated before putting her own cup to her lips and gulping it down quickly. She finished and gasped out, shaking her head slightly. The drink had a kick.

 

Kagome tried to blink back her amazement. Sango drank pretty well for a girl rarely ever drank in the first place. She looked hesitantly at her friend and then to the monk behind her.

 

Trying to distract herself from want Sango had asked, she decided to change the subject.

 

“You look nice Miroku.” She stated, matter-of-factly.

 

His jeans were low, a dark jean blue and faded around the knees. He wore a black studded belt, with a black shirt that clung tightly to the muscles on his arms and chest. She couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the purple Buddha printed in the center of the shirt.

 

With a hint of mischievous intent, Kagome spoke quickly over the top of her cup. “Doesn't he look nice Sango?”

 

Her eye met with Sango's to emphasize the point, knowing that her friend couldn't resist a look. The girl did exactly as Kagome had thought she would, and turned her gaze to look him over. But Sango turned back just as quick in embarrassment.

 

“Stop stalling Kagome, drink it all ready!” Sango pressed, a faint blush staining her cheeks. Kagome sighed, and hesitantly tilted the cup to her lips.

 

“Here goes nothing…” she whined, practically shot gunning the beverage. It was all Kagome could do to refrain from gagging; the mixture had tasted like really sweet cough-syrup! She immediately set her cup down and shook heard in attempt to shake off the fowl taste in her mouth.

 

“That was disgusting!” Kagome grumbled, annoyed. Sango only shrugged.

 

“You get used to it.”

 

 

“BRING ON THE NEXT VICTIM!”

 

Kagome's eyes widened. That was InuYasha's voice…

 

Suddenly froze, she didn't dare move her feet to walk out on the real stage. She didn't even know how she was moving, until she felt Sango's hands on her back, shoving her forward.

 

“Go get'em!” she cried out, thrusting Kagome on the other side of the curtain.

 

Bright stage lights left Kagome temporarily blind. She instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, and waited a few seconds for her eyes to adjust.

 

The light made it hard to see the crowd in front of her, but she could quite clearly make out the form of the man only a few feet away from her. His face displaced that of momentary shock, but it didn't take long for a smug look of revelation to take hold of him.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Kagome…” he said smoothly, allowing the audience to cry out.

 

 

`I'm so dead…' Kagome thought frantically, barely holding onto the microphone that was being handed to her.

 

`So dead.'

 

 

 

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AN!

 

So I'm done now! I know that took for forever, but my computer is completely broken and I have to use the one at my school. I'm in the middle of revising, rewriting and editing all the old chapters of this story as well as another that I have. I really hoped you all liked it!