InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Is Tough ❯ L.I.T. I ( Chapter 1 )

Life Is Tough

By Ryohko Imai

 

Konnichiwa minna!

 

I'm not going to say much besides that I hope you enjoy the first chapter of `Life Is Tough'. And to say, I do not own any of the InuYasha characters though I wish Sesshoumaru-sama was mine, but regrettably he isn't.

 

Anyways…

 

 

L.I.T. I

By Ryohko Imai

 

*I have to get out of here! If I don't I might do something I'll regret.* she thought as she grabbed her keys and stormed out of the house. *Why can't she just back off and let me get the job I want? Can't she understand that I don't want to be a damn secretary?!* Making her way to her car, she dialed her best friend. “Come on Sango. Pick up the phone. I really need to talk to you,” she said out load as she reached her silver Mitsubishi Montero Sport LX. Pushing the automatic door opener, she got in. “Oh come on! Answer the phone Sango,” she said despondently as she continued to hear the ringing on the other phone. When she did hear Sango talking it turned out to be Sango's voicemail recording.

 

“Moshi-moshi. This is Sango speaking. Gomen nasai for not answering your call, demo if you'll leave me your name, number and a brief message, I'll make sure to return your call as soon as possible. Arigatou and have a nice day.”

 

Groaning, Kagome left a message for Sango to call her back ASAP.

 

Turning on the ignition, Kagome put her cell away, backed out of her drive way and headed towards “CODE” one of Tokyo's biggest clubs in the Shinjuku. On the long drive from Roppongi, where she lived, to Shinjuku, Sango returned her call.

 

“Hey there Kagome. What did you want to talk about?”

 

“Doumo, Sango for calling me back.”

 

“No problem, Kagome. Daijoubu Kagome?” Sango ask as concern kicked in when Kagome's usually cheerfulness wasn't heard in her voice.

 

“Iie, Sango. I am not ok,” Kagome informed her friend as she kept her eyes focused on the traffic ahead.

 

“What's wrong Kagome?”

 

“She did it again,” was the simple reply.

 

“Are you kidding me?”

 

“Wish I was.”

 

“Kagome, where are you now?” Sango asked as she overheard what sounded like traffic in the background.

 

“Meet me at CODE within the hour,” she stated as she changed lanes so a motorcycle could pass her by. As she admired the motorcycle, a silver/navy blue Hayabusa GXS 1300 RK5, she noticed that the driver of said machine had astonishing hair. *Silver hair? No it can't be. Kuso! I'm more messed up than I thought. I seriously have to talk to Sango face-to-face. And forget about what happened.* she thought to herself and she refocused on the flow of traffic and on Sango who was calling her name on the phone.

 

“Hellooo! Earth to Kagome. You still there?” can Sango's inquiring voice. “Talk to me, Kagome.”

 

“Gomen, Sango. I didn't mean to space on you,” she apologized.

 

“What happened? I lost you there for a minute,” Sango didn't sound all to happy with Kagome spacing out on her while she was driving.

 

“I just thought I saw someone on a bike that had silver hair. Crazy huh?” came her weak reply.

 

“You never know these days. Plenty of people are dying their hair to some crazy colors. But anyways… I'm on my way to my car. I'll see you at CODE in about forty-five minutes to an hour. Ok?” Sango informed her.

 

“Yeah. Thanks, Sango. I'll be waiting for you at CODE,” with that they both hung up.

 

 

Turning off her car, Kagome took some time to make sure that she looked decent. She made sure that her silver-blue eye shadow was ok; that her black eyeliner and mascara were not smudged (it was water-proofed so she didn't have to worry about it being runny), and that her “Orpheus” lipstick was ok. Here hair was still perfectly groomed so she was out of the care in a little over a minute.

 

Making her way towards the 4th floor of Shinjuku Toho Kaikan, she couldn't help but wonder about the person with silver hair. *I wonder what the person looks like without the helmet. Considering that I was able to see the hair even though the person had a helmet on, I wonder if the person is a woman or maybe even a man. It's not that uncommon for men to let their hair grow exceedingly long. I wonder how soft it is. Nan da yo?! What am I thinking? There's no point in thinking about someone you just happened to see in traffic. The chances of meeting up with that person are slim to none.* Shaking her head in an attempt to drive such useless thought away, she looks up and sees that there was an elevator that was barely closing. Rushing over to the elevator doors, Kagome saw that one of the occupants had noticed her (thanks to her four inch stiletto high-heels) running towards the elevator. Making it to the elevator, she glanced at the guy who kept the doors open for her and says in grateful voice, “Doumo arigatou for holding the elevator for me.”

 

Surprised by her pleasant voice and honest sincerity, the young man found himself tongue-tied. “Umm, you're welcome. It… was nothing.”

 

“Either way, thank you once again. I definitely wasn't looking forward to walking up the stairs again in these shoes,” she said as she took in the young mans blush.

 

“Again?” he said as he looked down at her high heels. Surprised, he lifted his eye back up to her beautiful face and says in a flabbergasted and dubious voice, “Are you serious?”

 

Finding the young man's question hilarious, because many of her male friends had asked the same question every time she and her friends wore seriously high high-heels, she couldn't help but giggle at the man's question. “Hai. Some of my girlfriends and I have had the misfortune of having to climb the stairs a few times. And hai, in these same high-heels.”

 

Seeing the young man's shocked reaction, she couldn't help but enjoy his handsome boyish looks. Remembering that she hadn't introduced herself, she quickly bowed and said in an apologetic voice, “Totsuzen desu ga, jiko shoukai sasete kudasai?”

 

“Hai, please do,” said the young man as he recovered from his moment of lapse when she all of a sudden bowed.

 

“Watakushi no namae wa Higurashi Kagome desu.”

 

Bowing to her, he introduced himself. “Watashi wa Takeda Kiyoshi.”

 

“Douzo yoroshiku, Takeda-san,” Kagome happily said as she gave him one of her most charming smiles. She was going to continue the conversation with Kiyoshi but when she heard the tell-tell ring of the elevator doors opening up, she regretfully turned to Kiyoshi and excused herself. “Well, this is my floor. Once again, it was a pleasure meeting you. Take care,” she said as she exited the elevator.

 

Walking towards the clubs entrance, she took out her identification card and a couple of bills.

 

She didn't have to wait in line for very long. The great thing about CODE was that even though it was one of the newest and hottest clubs, it was big enough to accommodate a couple of hundred people, and as a result one didn't have to stand around in line for long. The only thing which could be a problem was its entrance fee. For ¥ 3,500 ($ 31.42 US), you could enter the club and get two free drinks.

 

At the entrance, Kagome stopped and looked at the bouncer. *I guess he's new* she thought as she took in the male's very robust and intimidating physique. He was a tall man, around 6'1”. Foreign, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He also had many piercing on his person along with some obvious implants, which looked like horns on his head (A/N: for those of you who have guessed who this fascinating gentleman is, congratulations. And just for the record, I do not own him). Even though there were a good amount of Asians who were born, and being born with colored eyes and hair nowadays, it was still obvious that this man did not have Asian blood in him. How could she tell? Easy. The shape of his eyes. Definitely a dead give-away.

 

“Konbanwa,” he said in a deep voice.

 

“Konbanwa.”

 

“May I see some identification please?” he asked as he brought his hand forward for her to put her ID card in it.

 

“Sure. Here you go,” Kagome replied as she handed him her identification card and the entrance fee.

 

As he raised his head and looked at her ID, he took his time in verifying that it was her on the photo. Satisfied that the picture and ID were authentic, he responded with, “You may go in.” And then he handed Kagome back her ID.

 

Putting her ID away, she gave him a quick smile and said thank you as she made her way into the club.

VOCABULARY

 

Moshi-moshi - Hello (only over the phone)

Gomen nasai - Sorry; Excuse me

Demo - but

Arigatou - Thank you

Doumo - Thanks

Daijoubu - Are you ok?

Iie - No

Kuso - Shit! Damn! Fuck! (which ever way you want to take it)

Gomen - Sorry

Nan da yo - What the hell?!

Hai - Yes

Totsuzen desu ga, jiko shoukai sasete kudasai - Pardon me, may I introduce myself?

Watakushi no namae wa (name) desu - My name is (name)

Watashi wa (name) - My name is (name)

Douzo yoroshiku - Pleasure to meet you or Nice to meet you

Konbanwa - Good evening

 

Names:

Kiyoshi - the quiet one