InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It All Comes Down To This ❯ Dujishu's Life ( Chapter 8 )

8 - Dujishu's life

 

In Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale, a character called TIME comes on the stage between the third and fourth act. In his best ancient Greek chorus imitation, Time explains that he is very sorry for breaking ancient Greek tradition by jumping ahead 16 years and changing the country. Unfortunately, tonight is Time's poker night with Death, Confusion, and Envy, so instead, Chokolatte's Yami will be making the announcement.

 

*Enter Yami Chocy.* ((Yes, I have a Yami, I also write YGO and HP fics))

 

“OK, my Hikari was driving home from college, and instead of paying attention to the road, she was dreaming up chapter ideas to run by Koinu. This was her brilliant plan. She took this sacred arrow and pinned this story to Goshinboku and only her co-writer could pull it out, and by the time Koinu was told all this, fifteen years had passed and Goshinboku had been offered a transfer to the Egyptian branch of Inuyasha with a better view and benefits, so the story is now taking place in Egypt. So yeah, good luck following all that.”

 

*Yami Chocy attempts to leave and is stopped by Koinu and her Yami, Koiinu*

((A/N get it, `Koi inu' = `love [the] doggy'! Cause Koinu loves the puppy ears!!! :D ))

 

“Ahem.” Koinu glared at the other Yami, who looked around in panic for her Hikari.

 

“Can't Chokolatte announce this part?” The darkness whined.

 

“Is she here?” Yami Koiinu smirked.

 

“Uh, no.”

 

“Then uh, no.”

 

Yami Chocy sighed. “All right, all right. And Koinu and her Yami are saints for putting up with my Hikari's craziness and weird schedule and idiot ideas and plot holes and incessant pacing and exploding computers and string cheese cravings and…” The older girl froze as a wave of purple mist swept across the stage.

 

“Yami, may I have a word with you?” Chokolatte called sweetly from offstage.

 

The Yami in question sighed heavily and glanced at the other pair for support, receiving none. “Coming, Hikari!” As she shuffled off the stage she muttered to the other two, “Are you sure she's the light one?”

 

The others exchanged glances. “Ya know, she just might have a point with that,” Koinu said as they walked off in the other direction.

 

Now, on to the story!!!

~o~

 

I was once told that all good stories start with a setting and then characters and a plot are built around it. I decided that was as good a place as any for me to start. The problem is, there isn't just one setting for me. I've lived in so many countries I don't know which one to write about. I suppose I'll just go in order and you can decide for yourself which one you'd like to read about.

 

I don't remember India, Singapore, or Australia very well; we left them all before I was three. I liked Seoul, South Korea best, but it was too close to Tokyo. Hawaii was beautiful, but Alaska was too cold. I really wanted to stay in San Diego, California, but we were discovered. New York was too crowded; British Columbia and Ireland were too quiet. Dad liked the Caribbean, but I thought it was just awful. England wasn't that bad, but Poland was terrible. Cairo, Egypt, is the newest place Dad has moved us.

 

My first impression? It's even hotter than the Bahamas, or Texas, where we stayed for a few months. And apparently this is the cooler season. Feh. At least the pyramids are awesome. Dad says they are the palaces of ancient youkai, some of whom are still hidden in the dark tunnels, waiting for an unlucky human to find them. The Sphinx is a sculpture of the first Tai-youkai in Egypt, who ruled the youkai as the Pharaoh ruled the humans. I wanted to go explore, but Dad said later. He's trying to find us a place to live first.

 

Dad trying to find us a place to live: that's how it's been for fifteen years. All I can remember is moving from town to town, country to country, always on the run. Dad says that his older half-brother is chasing after us, but I can't imagine why. Dad refuses to say. Mom died when I was born, he says. There was a car crash and mom was only a human, not a hanyou like dad and I, so she didn't survive. It was right after that that Dad had to run from Uncle Sesshoumaru. Dad never runs from anything, not even youkai, so I can only imagine what this horrible uncle is like.

 

Dad left me some money and told me to wander around the shops while he looks for an apartment. I wandered for a bit and found this cool journal. I figure, if I write down all the crazy places we go, maybe someday I could make a book or something from it. So here I am, sitting at a café that thankfully has air conditioning. If our apartment doesn't have AC, I think I'll die. That's what was so bad about Cuba and the Bahamas, no AC. Anyway, I think I'll end the first entry here. Welcome to the story of Dujishu's life. Enjoy.

 

Dujishu checked his watch as he crammed the leather-bound book into his bag. It was almost time to meet up with his Dad. Breaking into an easy run, the boy backtracked to the fountain they had parted at. His father wasn't there yet, so Dujishu sat down to wait. The plane from Poland to Egypt had shown a film about a man who won a prize for writing a book about his life. Dujishu had wondered about that for a while before deciding that if someone could make millions talking about working in a cubicle, he could certainly make something for a book about all the places he had lived. By the time the plane touched down, he had an idea. Finding the small journal in the shop had just sealed his resolve.

 

He was enjoying the cool mist from the fountain when a group of tourists passed before him, one jostling the hand that held his bag. Placing it back on his lap, Dujishu saw that the journal had fallen out. Picking it up and dusting off the dirt, he noticed something poking out of the book. Did a page come loose? Nestled between the last page and the back cover was an envelope, yellowed with age. Flipping it over, Dujinshu saw a name written in faded ink: Inuyasha.

 

~o~o~

Chokolatte: And yes, I have a Yami, who do you think writes all the angst?

Yami Chocy: Oh don't even try to blame that on me! I'm the one that made you give `Forever' a happy ending. You wanted Kagome to be stuck in the insane asylum, unable to find and free Inuyasha in the end!

Chokolatte: Feh. And I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling Yamis and that dog.

Koinu: Hey!