InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nichuukan Aidoru (Japanese Idol) ❯ The Audition ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Another one of my less serious fan fictions. Basic story: Inuyasha is performing on ÒJapanese IdolÓ when a certain raven-haired judge captures his heart. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. Will love blossom between a judge and a contestant? Yeah, I know it sounds cheesy, but am I Rumiko Takahashi, who owns the whole thing? No. So there. I said it. Rumiko Takahashi owns Inuyasha and I donÕt. Are you happy now???
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He had always wanted to sing, ever since he was two years old. But as Inuyasha Hirosawa was about to go out into that room, he wasnÕt sure if this was the real thing or just a silly dream that would never come true.

The boy fiddled with the number strung around his neck with thin rope. It read, Ò6295527Ó. He was a number now. Just a long string of numbers typed on a piece of paper.

ÒYouÕll do fine, honey.Ó his mother whispered in his ear, patting his trembling shoulder.

ÒAre you sure, Mom? What if I mess up, or something? What if they think IÕm horrible?Ó Inuyasha whispered back with some difficulty, due to his voice box was somewhere near his stomach now.

ÒInuyasha Hirosawa?Ó A young woman of about twenty stepped out of the room, wearing a name tag that read, ÒKaguraÓ.

ÒThatÕs me,Ó Inuyasha answered as he raised his shaking hand.

ÒTheyÕre ready for you.Ó

The boy stood up on shaky legs, his knees knocking together. A number of reporters with microphones and cameras ran up to him.

ÒHow do you feel to be here, Mr. Hirosawa?Ó one reporter asked, microphone aimed at his face.

ÒUm...Ó He wracked his brain for something cool to say on national television. The paparazzi looked at him expectantly. ÒI feel psyched!Ó The boy mentally slapped himself. Psyched? The tacky kids in America said that. His kid cousin, Shippou, said that. Inuyasha Hirosawa saying that? No way.

ÒYou heard it here, first, Japan! Nichuukan Aidoru* contestant Inuyasha Hirosawa said he feels psyched to be here!Ó The reporter smiled toothily into the camera behind her.

Another microphone was stuck in his face. ÒHirosawa, are you confident that youÕll be JapanÕs next idol?Ó

Before Inuyasha could answer the next question, his mother pushed him through the scary double doors and into the auditorium. Their hands touched briefly before she was swept away by the current of paparazzi.

The door closed with a hollow bang, and Inuyasha saw he was alone in the echoey auditorium, save for three judges sitting in the middle of the room.

ÒHey, donÕt be scared. We wonÕt bite.Ó one judge said kindly. Inuyasha nodded and stood on the deserted stage.

ÒWhy donÕt you introduce yourself?Ó the same judge said. She was sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by another female on the left and a man on her right.

ÒOkay,Ó Inuyasha wetted his suddenly dry lips to speak. ÒMy name is Inuyasha Hirosawa. I was born in Kyoto, then moved here to Tokyo after my father died.Ó

He saw a sympathetic look from the judge in the middle. How stupid. She was sad, and it wasnÕt even her business.

ÒHey! DonÕt feel sorry for me, or nothinÕ! He died a long time ago.Ó

ÒRight. Continue, please.Ó

ÒÕKay. I am seventeen years old and currently attend Asahikawa National College of the Arts.Ó He took another deep breath. ÒAnd, thatÕs it.Ó

ÒYou seem like an. . . interesting guy.Ó the judge on the far right said matter-of-factly. ÒJust to be friendly, I am Miroku Fugujitsu.Ó

ÒIÕm Sango Amasawa.Ó said the judge on the left.

ÒAnd IÕm Kagome Higurashi!Ó the girl piped up with a smile.

ÒWhat will you be singing, Mr. Hirosawa?Ó Miroku asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

ÒItÕs called ÒBeautiful SoulÓ, by Jesse McCartney.Ó

A/N: Okay, so itÕs not exactly Pavarotti, but I feel that JesseÕs voice might be similar to our favorite half-demonÕs. Maybe. But for those of you who donÕt like Jesse McCartney, sorry! It was the only song I could think of that wasnÕt sung by a girl! Plus, I donÕt own the song, ÒBeautiful SoulÓ or the artist ÒJesse McCartneyÓ.

Inuyasha opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and started singing a cappella*. He knew his palms were sweating, but he didnÕt care. This was it.

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ÒI donÕt want another pretty face
I donÕt want just anyone to hold
IdonÕt want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
YouÕre the one I wanna chase
YouÕre the one I wanna hold
I wonÕt let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.Ó

Kagome wiped her eyes and started clapping. He had a beautiful voice.

A/N: Paula Abdul much?

ÒI know that you are something special
To you IÕd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope youÕll see the heart in me.

I donÕt want another pretty face
I donÕt want just anyone to hold
I donÕt want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
YouÕre the one I wanna chase
YouÕre the one I wana hold
I wounÕt let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But IÕm just fine moving forward
IÕll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
IÕll will never make you cry cÕmon letÕs try.Ó

Miroku interrupted the silent reverance throughout the room created by the boyÕs voice.

ÒThat was great, Mr. Hirosawa. WeÕll consider you.Ó

ÒPlease come back on December 4 with this paper. WeÕve given you time to look it over and complete the requirements needed.Ó Sango handed him a piece of folded paper.

ÒWe really enjoyed your performance, Hirosawa-san!Ó Kagome chirped good-naturedly.

Inuyasha gave half a smile in return and pushed the double doors that had seemed so frightening before open.

Maybe he would get through this alive after all.