InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Rock This ❯ Wake Up Sleepy Head ( Chapter 1 )

*Hey so I still don't own them, but I do own a box of Pocky, and that makes me very happy. *

 

 

 

 

 

“Kagome! Get your lazy ass up!” Sango yelled as she launched herself onto Kagomes' huge bed in her apartment.

 

“Mrgrgfh.” Was her reply as Kagome burrowed farther under the covers and covered her head with her pillow. “I don't have to work today, why are you jumping on me?” was what she was really trying to say.

 

“Kags! The show, remember! It's already eight at night!” Sango asked, bouncing around and tugging on Kagomes' blanket. “Hey I made you coffee by the way...”

 

Suddenly Kagome was awake and out of the bed, heading across the huge floor of her apartment wearing only a Hanes white tank and underoo styled panties. She staggered to the bar in her kitchen like a zombie. “Coffee...” She muttered as she wrapped her hands around the mammoth sized coffee cup. “Ahhh... better. Morning!”

 

Sango shrugged at the girl and joined her in the kitchen. “Evening darling...It's evening.”

 

Kagome quirked a sleepy smile at her and cocked her head. “Yeah I had a rough night...”

 

“Doing?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Nothing? You virgin...” Sango teased. “Seriously, what's up?

 

Kagome snorted, “You should talk darling. If you must know, I was just writing songs. Horrible break-ups are always a great way to get good songs...” Kagome trailed off, dragging her fingers through her long black hair.

 

“Are you still thinking about that asshole? Kaggie, it's been over for about a month. I know he screwed you over royally, but…”

 

“It's not that. It's the fact that the asshole in question is still calling and telling me that I'm “his woman” or some other craziness. I'm his woman so much that he went out a screwed someone else.” Kagome snorted again and buried her head in the fridge.

 

“Well better her than you right?” Sango cracked. “At least you didn't sleep with him.”

 

Kagome popped her head out of the fridge with Pocky hanging out of her mouth and smiled through the sticks. “Yeah dodged a bullet there! And like I said, good for the songs!” She gestured towards her sitting area where numerous sheets of paper were scattered across her long coffee table and amongst the floor pillows and guitars.

 

“How long were you up? Don't tell me you watched the sun rise again.”

 

“You know how much I love it though! Went onto the roof for that one. It was amazing. Then I drank coffee and went and wrote some more. Thank Kami I don't have to work tonight.” Kagome giggled and went to clean up the paper mess.

 

“Get a move on princess, we have to be there in less than an hour, and I am NOT riding on the back of your bike again. You scare me.” Sango said as she went to Kagome's wardrobe and threw open the doors. “ Now get dressed!”

 

“Shower first, clothes after.” Kagome yelled from across her apartment.

 

Sango sighed and plopped down on Kagomes' bed as she heard the shower start across the way. Kagome had really lucked out when she found this place a couple of years ago. The building she lived in was technically a bookbindery except the top floor where she lived. It covered the entirety of the five-story warehouse and was laid out in classic studio style. The only separate room was the bathroom. The kitchen was sectioned off by the long bar running at its back and it merged nicely into the dining area. In the sitting area Kagome had several couches scattered, but mostly relied on the ridiculous amounts of floor pillows she had picked up over the years. The bed was off to the side and was a freestanding platform styled Asian bed. A screen provided privacy. Hugely tall and ornately curved windows ran the length of one wall and Kagome had gotten vintage fabrics to fashion curtains that pooled on the floor. The entire place was enormous with yawning ceilings. The old man, Myoga, that ran the bindery let her have the place for cheap since he was only using it for storage. She had to clean it out and bring him some homemade oden from time to time and the rent was astronomically low. She had the only access to the roof as well, and she had set up an outdoor room with couches, chairs, rugs, and of course, pillows. A pagoda like structure brought back from a random trip to India covered it all. Kagome spent most of her time up there, saying that the view and area was “freeing”.

 

Startled from her thoughts by the shower shutting off, Sango jumped up and started to rummage through Kagome's vast wardrobe, mentally tallying things that she wanted to borrow or that were hers in the first place.

 

Kagome emerged from the bathroom, feeling much better and crossed the floor to where her clothing was being tossed behind Sango and snagged a few things to wear as her friend still tore though her clothing. She slipped into skinny grey cords and a black graphic tunic tee before catching a flying pair of socks and pulling them on. She slung a thick black belt low on her hips before grabbing her usual rings and a few choice bracelets and bangles from the bedside table. The black cord accented at the ends with small silver beading was wrapped twice around her neck, tied to lie just above her collarbone, and it never came off. Neither did an array of other bracelets she had accrued over the years. Black slouchy boots came next as she plopped onto her bed to adjust them over her pants. Sango heard her finally and turned to stare.

 

“I don't know how you do that, but hell at least you're dressed, ne?

 

“Yeah yeah. Have you seen my hairbrush? I seem to have lost it. Again.”

 

“Kags… That brush needs a beeper. Like those key finder things…” Sango muttered as she started the search. Finding the brush wedged into some couch cushions she tossed it to Kagome before dramatically throwing herself across the floor pillows.

 

 

“I get you, let me drag a brush though my hair and we can get out of here.” Kagome skittered off to the bathroom to slap on some dark smoky eyeliner and shadow, leaving the rest of her face bare and finishing with her brush. “Ready!” She chirped as she grabbed her bag and keys from the counter.

 

“Man we are going to be late! Rin is probably already there waiting for us…” Sango moaned, “And the subway is always packed this time of night…”

 

“Woo Hoo! You know what this means don't you! Time for you to get on the back of my bike.”

 

Kagome did a little victory dance as Sango looked on, thanking Kami that she hadn't worn a skirt. Sango was dressed in tight jeans, tall boots, and a corset tank top. She was hoping to avoid the helmet hair, but didn't see how that was going to happen with how late they were. Again. Sango groaned before hauling herself up and heading across to Kagome. The two girls headed to the freight elevator and raised the iron grating up before stepping in and pulling it down behind themselves. Kagome's black motorcycle sat towards the back, a safety measure she thought to take in theft prone New York.

 

“Here is your helmet my darling one…” Kagome teased as she turned her key in the controls and the elevator started down. “Who are we going to see again? I know you've been sort of seeing this guy, but you never mentioned his name. Or the name of his band for that matter.”

 

“The bands name is Goshimboku and his name is Miroku Houshi. He's a bass player too. Met him at a music store and I sort of smashed a bass over his head.” Sango stated as the elevator jerked, marking the end of their decent.

 

Kagome paused in her reach to take her key back from the elevator controls. “I'm sorry, you did what?”

 

“I smashed a bass over his head.” Sango stated matter of factly as she grabbed the bike from the back of the elevator and started to move it out and down the outdoor ramp leading to the street. Kagome slammed the steel grating and door to the elevator shut and locked the outside before running to catch up with her insane and violent best friend.

 

“WHAT!!! So why are you seeing this guy if you tried to kill him!” Kagome all but shouted.

 

“Well he grabbed my ass, that's the reason I hurt him in the first place, but then we got to talking music and one thing led to another. We've only been on like two dates. He seems like a real lecher, but a fun one. “ Sango shrugged and handed the bike off to Kagome “It's not like I'm going to have his children or something…”

 

“Well if you say so…” Kagome muttered and pulled on her helmet before throwing her leg over her bike. She knew how Sango worked and that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She just hoped the poor guy had health insurance if he was as much of a hentai as Sango made him out to be. He would be in traction if he touched another woman when he and Sango started getting serious.

 

“Lets go. You can meet him for yourself if we ever get there…” Sango teased as she slid on the bike behind Kagome.

 

“Ready?”

 

“Never.”

 

“Good.” With a smirk Kagome closed the facemask of her helmet and revved the bike before a squealing of tires shot them off into the night.