InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Inspiration ❯ Infinante Worthless Ideas ( Chapter 2 )

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Infinante Worthless Ideas
Chapter 2

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Kagome was most definitely not in a good mood; it would seem that her initial suspicion from yesterday afternoon had been correct. The tales that she's procured, read, re-read and read again, were completely lacking in the area she needed them most. While there were some rivalries amongst warlords and emperors, none of the things they sought seemed to fit into her still-frame drama, and that agitated her.

"Useless, completely and utterly useless," she grumbled in her annoyance.

She picked up the papers, taking a few moments to neatly stack them, then she proceeded to throw the pile across the table. Sango had entered the room just as the top two thirds of the stack slid across the smooth lacquer finish only to flutter like heavy, ackward feathers to the wooden floor. An amused expression crossed her face as she watched Kagome bang her head against the poor, helpless table.

The chocolate-eyed girl giggled at the other's antics, “I bear coffee, oh mighty beater-of-thy-head-upon-tables.”

A muffled snort came from the face that was at the moment, plastered to the lacquer surface, then shortly after, it desuctioned itself to seek out the mentioned `nectar of life'; for with coffee, all things are possible.

“Arigatou, Sango-chan,” Kagome said quickly before taking a cautious sip of the steaming beverage that was handed to her.

Sango gave her a lopsided smirk and sat down, eyes still brimming with thinly-veiled amusement. “Nothing yet?” she inquired.

“Oh, I'm sure I'll find something, just not in that,” she declared, waving her hand to the mess across from her as if to dismiss it from her presence. “It was a good idea though.”

Yes, leave it up to Kagome to spend the better part of four hours looking through useless information and still thank the one whom had given her the idea for subjecting her to pointless torture, even though she had known the torture was pointless to begin with. Three weeks…that gave her plenty of time to locate some good inspiration and paint it down on a canvas or two ... or six. Kagome snickered at her own thought and when Sango cocked an eyebrow at her she attempted to explain her amusement. “Instead of writing something down, I'm going to paint something down, go figure, ne?”

For all of five seconds, the two stared at each other over their coffee mugs then said together, “That was really bad.” Then they laughed, and not because it was particularly funny, but because it had become so much of a second nature to them. There they were, Kagome dressed in dark blue boxers and a wife beater, Sango in pink pajama pants and a black tank, and it was the most comfortable feeling in the world. Their laughter died down and they looked at their reflections in the black lacquer table. It was good to be able to be so close to someone, to be able to talk with that person about anything or nothing and not worry about feeling incredibly insecure. Nothing, however, seemed to be the topic of the day, so Kagome decided that she was going to pick it up and run with it.

“BWI!” she shouted, slamming both hands down on the table simultaniously.

Sango's head snapped up and after a moment she burst out laughing.

“I'm sorry,” she gasped, “but that was just too random.”

“Let's go and do something fun today,” Kagome decided. “I just want to forget everything concerning my midterm and do something fun; let'sget out for a while, ne?”

“But shouldn't you-"

“Worry about it when we get back? Great idea, let's go!” Kagome was not usually one to drop schoolwork and get back to it later.

The paintings were getting beneath her skin, pretty deep in fact, for her to simply push them aside without so mush as a second thought. But Sango didn't complain; they hadn't done anything fun in the past few weeks. This could be exactly what her friend needed in order to recapture her inspiration. Since neither of them had anyone to impress, they simply showered and dressed quickly, not bothering with any sort of cosmetics, as usual. Old, worn out and faded hip-huggers along with over-sized dress shirts and ratty tennis shoes were becoming a norm between the two of them. Then Kagome remembered something and for a moment, she wondered if she would ever be as lucky as Sango. To have someone care for her so deeply that he'd go to her best friend to make sure she was alright.

“I hate to nag,” she admitted with feigned disinterest, “but you really should talk to Sohma-san. He's been asking after you for nearly a month now.”

“Was this before or after he attempted to fondle your ass?” Sango asked with a laugh.

“The truth is, he didn't even try this time.”

Souhma Miroku, the most notorious lecher in all of Kyoto University, had been acting most out of character since Kagome had introduced him to Sango. He'd gone from groping every girl on campus (except for the professors), to groping only Sango. She was now the only one he asked to “bear his child” as well. Yes indeed, Kagome had done a good thing when she had introduced those two; she'd known that if anyone was a good match for her best friend, it would be Souhma-san. An over-exasperated sigh escaped Kagome as she and Sango walked out of their flat and into the brilliant sunshine.

“You should seriously give him half a chance, Sango. You never know, he could just be the one to make you happy.”

The other girl flipped her long ponytail over her shoulder in a gesture of pretend haughtiness, “I don't need someone to make me happy.”

“We'll see,” Kagome stated knowingly.

“Hey, what do you mean by that?” came her friend's playful demand complete with a light punch to the shoulder.

But Kagome only smiled as they strode down the stairs without a care in the world.

~^-.-^~ NEKO!!!!

Kagome's eyes seemed to mirror the bright and cloudless sky as she sat in a chair at an outdoor restaurant. She hadn't been particularly hungry, but she'd needed an excuse to break away from Sango when Miroku had shown up. Despite all of her friend's accusations, she hadn't planned on meeting up with him and not even Miroku's shameless testimony would change her mind.

~flashback~

The two had just wandered out of the bookstore when a familiar voice called out to them. It was Souhma Miroku and as he shouted over to the two girls he waved enthusiastically. So, they waited as he ran up to them, Kagome shifting her bag full of purchases from one hand to the other in an attempt to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“You planned this!” Sango accused, her voice lowered to a fierce whisper.

“Planned what?” she asked truthfully, “I have no idea how he found us. I swear it's probably just a coincidence.”

Had Miroku not heard the last part he might have saved himself from getting slapped; you see, he never could keep his mouth closed, not even when his own personal health was on the line. “Why, dear Kagome-sama, this is no mere coincidence,” he stated, slightly gasping for breath.

Sango smirked victoriously for a moment at a dumbfounded Kagome, but Miroku hadn't quite finished his declaration yet.

“I've been following you since you left the university grounds.” And the only thing after that was the sound of Sango's hand hitting his face.

~end flashback~

Nothing could please Kagome more at the moment; Sango's heart was healing and she'd helped her to find a piece of joy in someone other than herself. She didn't care that she still had yet to find her ideas or that the midterm paintings wouldn't get any further from being due. Sango was happy, she was smiling and had even agreed to go to a concert downtown with Souhma-san. All things considered, today had turned out all right. Besides, Higurashi Kagome had reading material now, and that was always a good thing. She fished out a book from her shopping bag and began to read.

Words turned to pictures as she turned the pages, new and better tales from around the Sengoku Jidai period unfolding in her mind. The flurry of dialogue wrapped around the images she'd constructed in her mind. Scenes of infatuation, passion, betrayal, and battle twisted and turned within her consciousness. A single ningen sitting in the midst of dozens of dead youkai, exhaustion rocking a samurai to the core as he traveled the long road home, warlords making and breaking agreements with armies of loyal followers that would live and die by the sword.

Here and there a silver-haired demon would flitter through the background of her mind like a shadow, someone whom she knew was important to the story, but had been left out somehow. It was almost like history had tried to erase his legacy, but the impact he left behind him was too great to simply disappear altogether. Kagome was so caught up in the story playing through her mind that she didn't notice the sky growing cloudy and dark, nor did she pay any mind to the wind that had suddenly picked up. Then, just before the warlord's wife was being sentenced to death for betrayal and infidelity, the clouds opened up and a mighty storm fell through the sky.

She slammed her book shut and shoved it back into the plastic bag the moment she felt the first raindrop. Somehow, she'd found her idea, but she didn't quite know what it was yet. The youkai she'd glimpsed in the back of her mind had to be the key. However, shadows without a form didn't make for proper paintings and she could only imagine what Professor Nanada would say. On second thought … maybe she wouldn't, it could be damaging to her self-esteem. As the downpour drenched her, Kagome stood up and walked back to her apartment as if in a daze. Various thoughts and pictures racing through her mind as she wondered about the demon that she had both seen and not seen. He'd seemed so real to her, and now that she thought about it, even though everyone knew youkai to be nothing but mere fiction, she couldn't help but hope.

She looked from person to person as they hurried down the sidewalks to escape the falling shower. Just a glimpse was all she wanted, just a look at his face, and she searched for it in the faces of those around her. The renewed determination and passion in her heart were not able to override her common sense for long, though. So she snapped out of her glazed-over state and walked with a little more purpose in her step. No sense in ruining books she'd only just bought because she wanted to look for someone she had made up in her overly romantic head.

I can't believe I'm being so silly, she chastised herself, next thing you know I'll be in the loony bin for sure and Sango won't even want to hang around me.

Kagome chuckled to herself and hastened her step as lightning tore through the clouds above. By the time she got home, she was drenched from head to foot and clutching her shopping bag full of books tightly in her hand to keep the shower from reaching the contents within. She unlocked the door and stepped inside calling out "I'm home". But when she started taking off her soaking wet shoes, she noticed that Sango hadn't come back yet.

Where could she be? she wondered, working herself out of her clothes on her way to the bathroom. She couldn't have gone to Sohma-san's … could she?

But no matter how many ways Kagome thought it through, that was the most logical place for her two friends to be. After all, Miroku's apartment was a block and a half closer when one was traveling from the convention centre to the complex.

Come on, Kagome, Sango's a big girl. I'm sure she can handle a simple thunderstorm.

So, Kagome relaxed and hung her wet clothes over the edge of the bathtub before going to her own room and slipping on and over-sized T-shirt and dry boxer shorts. With Sango and Miroku's safety tucked securely in her mind, she allowed herself to think back on the silver-haired demon. She couldn't quite understand why a single shadowy figure plagued her so, or why she had gone as far as to search for him despite the fact she had never even seen his face.

The book! she concluded. Maybe …

If the book was what had brought about this sudden fascination, then perhaps it would help her to figure out who the youkai was. Of course, Kagome didn't know for sure if he was a demon, or even if he was a he at all. But damn it, she was sorting out ideas, and that was a start. So, she rushed back to the entry way and dug the book out of the plastic bag, not even bothering to re-locate the contents so that they didn't get squashed when Sango came back. When she'd finally found the place where she had been forced to stop reading, Kagome was already sitting comfortably on the couch.

As thunder crashed around her, she read through the pages, determined to discover who and what the shadow was … or had been … As she read, Kagome couldn't help but remember a pale face and molten gold eyes from some where ... sometime that she couldn't place. A dream or a memory of something in a library. Silver hair flashed before her vision and then disappeared behind shadows, taunting her, daring her to come and find him wherever he was. So on she read, trying to figure out who he was, where she'd seen him before, how it was that she could have possibly known about him before she'd even read this book. Her mind went on a vacation through every page she read, chasing the ends of his silver hair into what seemed like oblivion.

Then there was an enormous bolt of lightning and the thunder that folowed almost immediately after, Kagome was shocked out of her spot on the couch into standing, ready for an attack, though of what she wasn't sure. What're you thinking, Kagome? she scolded herself, it's not like demons are gonna come and get you just for reading a book about them.

The light next to the couch flickered once ... twice ... then went out, along with every other electronic item in the apartment complex she lived in. Yeah, she could take a hint, it was time to back off for a while, Sleep on it for a night, then decide what I'm gonna do with it in the morning.

So, she closed her book after marking her place with a pencil then walked out onto the small balcony that, oddly enough, faced the complex behind the one she lived in.The rain fell like stage curtains, closing off one act to open on another, the lightning and thunder its standing ovation. Fortuately enough, most everybody in the complexes was a college student, out partying or clubbing or drinking and making complete fools of themselves, so she was left to contemplate her still-frame drama alone. How had history erased such an enormous culture? Was it even erased at all, or was it just hidden for the "good" of humans. Kami knew what humans would do if they weren't the center of the universe anymore, not the smartest or the most powerful or ... or what? It was human nature to want ot be better, a typical superiority complex, to want to be smarter and more technologically advanced. But could that lead to the destruction of an entire species? Just because of engenuity and pride?

Kagome snorted to herself, could believe that, she'd seen it in action on one of her many trips through her books. She'd seen the sin that drove all of mankind towards the destruction of the planet: greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, wrath, envy ... they were present in every human's mind. It was the same sins that drove husbands to beat their wives and children, tha same madness that caused wars and murder. Kagome knew that humans were capable of great evil, but they were also capable of great good as well. So, the question remained: how could an entire species with culture and traditions all their own just disappear?She sighed to herself and gazed out at the rain that fell beyond her small balcony, then she reached a hand out to the acid rain that fell from the sky. If humans were able to completely destory youkai, then it was no wonder that they'd destroyed themselves as well. People had become slanderous and desgusting over the centuries, growing lazy in their comfort of being the "top dog" so to speak. No, humans were no longer the well-mannered beings they had been in the books she had seen into, they were dirty and conniving and ruthless in their race for power.

So ... this is what we've done to ourselves, she thought in her meloncholy state of mind, letting the impurity of the water fall through her fingers. Would he hate us for what we've done? Kagome felt suddenly that she had let down the demon lord, she was part of what had destroyed his world. She'd seen what the world had been and had done nothing to stop its decline. So she hung her head, letting the rain continue to fall through her fingers.

 

~^-.-^~ NEKO!!!!

 

Okies ... errors in this chapter are fixed as well, I'm not quite sure why it posted so strangely ... I apologize profusely for the first time I posted this and it looked like one huge paragraph. I'm still working on chapter six, I appreciate your patience as I'm currently working on three stories at the moment.

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