InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs for the Heart and Soul ❯ Light My Fire ( Chapter 5 )

 

Hello again all. Minmay is back with another songfic…and another T.M. Revolution song as well! I will have you know I hadn't heard this song when I began to write this chapter, scary ne? Well, I waited for hours and I finally managed to download it. It's probably one of my favorite TMR songs now…

(pout) Only two reviews for this chapter.

 

Keikai-yasha reviewed chapter three…Arigato for the review!

 

To LuClipse85: Once again, my dear friend, you have your wish! Thank you so much. Did you know that you're the only one to review all the previous chapters? Plus, you're a TMR fan! (goes all starry-eyed with happiness) What did I do to deserve such a loyal reader? I put the song I was going to use on the back burner for now! (blush) No need for a standing ovation. Just doin' me job as an author! Oh, and thanks for the e-mail, feel free to drop me a line whenever. Have you heard “Heat Capacity”? OMG it's excellent!

 

To Xichiathik: Thank you so much for the humorous review! I was laughing for a long while after reading it. Hope you enjoy!

 

 

Italics = Thoughts---------Italics+Bold = Lyrics

 

 

Oh, I do not own Inu Yasha or “Light My Fire” by T.M Revolution.

 

Light My Fire

 

 

Just a few tweaks…there! Thought a raven-haired man in his mid-twenties as dropped his pen upon a notebook and stretched. Houshi Miroku was a popular singer from Japan, living in America. His newest song in front of him on that notebook, the one that she had given to him as a special gift. `She' being his ex-girlfriend Taijiya Sango. She had been an exchange student at the local university, but now she was back in Japan. Of course, it was his fault that they didn't even keep in touch. Oh, how he regretted that decision!

Sango had made him think about things, things that normally he wouldn't even dream of thinking about. Like the meaning of life. Miroku sighed. She always reminded him of other options, of consequence and reactions. Of course she did have that lovely fiery temper…

He hadn't seen her in almost two years now, two years that they should have been together like she had promised. If her father hadn't died suddenly Sango would have stayed in the states with him.

Miroku pulled out a tiny box from his pants pocket. To this day he kept the box, and its contents. `Its contents?' You might ask. An engagement ring, with an inscription to Sango on it. For the second time with minutes, he sighed again. He wished, for even a moment, that he could see his dear Sango again.

The singer was jarred out of his musings by a slammed door and a string of cursing that would make a sailor blush.

 

“Damned wench…the hell does she think she is anyway?! Oi, Miroku! You've got to find a new keyboard player! Kagome is just too damned…annoying.” A white-haired male, about Miroku's age, stepped into view.

“You know we couldn't possibly find another person on such short notice as good as the lovely lady Kagome. She knows all the songs, and just as well as you do, Inu Yasha.” Miroku smirked evilly, “Besides, it's fun seeing you get all worked up. Not too many people can ruffle your feathers, my friend.”

 

“Keh, whatever.” Inu Yasha scoffed and began to dig through a pile of clothes in a closet. “I'm gonna go out.”

 

“Fine by me. But remember that the concert is at seven o'clock sharp. We can't possibly have our lead guitarist show up late.” Miroku waved his hand slightly in a half-hearted good-bye.

 

 

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Inu Yasha sighed as he walked through downtown San Francisco, deftly avoiding screaming kids with ice cream and angered parents chasing after said kids. But in his haste to avoid the children and their parents he bumped into a girl, who promptly fell unceremoniously on her butt.

 

“Hey, watch it buster!” The girl growled, picking herself up off the sidewalk.

 

Inu Yasha did a double take. It couldn't be her…could it? She was in Japan. But that tone of voice and that temper were just too similar not to be her. “Sango?!”

 

“I-Inu Yasha?” The brown-haired beauty's eyes widened at the sight of her ex-boyfriend's best friend. Her expression quickly changed, he had knocked her over after all. “You jerk! I should have known it was you. No manner whatsoever! What is wrong with men these days?”

 

“Um…ah.” Inu Yasha growled, “I'm sorry, damn it!”

 

“That's better.” Sango replied, dusting off her skirt. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Keh, I could ask you the same! You're suppose to be in Japan.” Inu Yasha countered, “But to answer your question, we have a concert tonight and I wanted to take a stroll before doing so. Our keyboard specialist was annoying me.”

 

“Concert, huh? All sold out, I suppose.” Sango's eyes saddened, “Wish I could be there.”

“Why don't you just go backstage? Miroku still loves you. Hasn't even groped a girl since you left, said something about saving them for you.” He chuckled. “It'll be our little surprise for him.”

 

“Inu Yasha…I don't know.”

 

“You know which amphitheater we're playing at. If you want to come let the guards know who you are. They'll let you backstage. Bye now!”

 

Sango stood there on the sidewalk, blinking at the retreating form of the white-haired young man. Should she go? Inu Yasha said that Miroku still loved her, certainly she still loved him! Maybe, just maybe…

 

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It was two hours before the concert and the place was packed. The throng of people, half of them intoxicated beyond reason, was stifling for Sango. She sighed in defeat, just a few more yards. A few more unattainable yards. “Damn,” she muttered, “Now I'll have to get violent.”

With that Sango let out a growl, which she received several startled looks for, and she forced her way through the crowd. An elbow to the gut here, a kick to the shin there, and a swift knee to the groin brought her in front of five guards. The guards, being all male and having seen her last move, were a little frightened of the deadly beauty.

 

“My name is Taijiya Sango, I'm sure you've been expecting me.” She said sweetly. “Inu Yasha invited me.”

 

The first guard from the left gulped and nodded, “We're excepting a Taijiya Sango, but how do we know that's you?”

 

Oh, you brave little fool!, Sango thought to herself and an evil smirk showed on her fair face. She took out her ID and showed it to the guard. Said guard inspected it the ID and grinned.

 

“Yes ma'am, that's you all right.” The guard replied.

 

“Thank you.” She said, “You're a good guard! Unlike others here…” A pointed glance caused the other guards to straighten up and try to look like they were doing their job.

 

Sango was lead towards a back room separate from the band. Not a single person to talk to, for there wasn't even security in the room. An hour passed by, although it seemed four times that long, and she was terribly bored. Sango was about to begin counting the dots on the ceiling when her salvation came in the form of a black-haired girl with pretty eyes.

 

“Kagome?” Sango blinked, “Is that really you?”

 

“Yup! It's been forever hasn't it?” Kagome said excitedly, “I can't believe out of all the people in this world the Sango that Miroku loved is the very same Sango I've known since grade school! Speaking of Miroku, does he know you're here?”

 

“No, he doesn't. Inu Yasha wanted it to be a surprise.” Sango replied, “I'm not sure I should have even come. Maybe Inu Yasha was just playing a mean trick on me.”

 

“Inu Yasha can be heartless at times, but he meant what he said this time.” Kagome sat down next to Sango and gave her a hug. A slow smile made it's way across the Kagome's face. “Besides, would you turn back now after what you did to get in here?”

 

Sango coughed nervously, “You heard about that, huh? It was kind of fun…”

 

“Atta girl!” Kagome laughed, “Now I gotta go start warming up, but come out when we start playing the thirst song. It's Miroku's newest master piece.”

 

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The concert was underway and Miroku was losing himself in the music. He didn't notice the crowd, or even his band members for that matter. He sang the firs two songs of the night, Fragile and Winter Dust, and now Inu Yasha was beginning the guitar intro to Light My Fire. The other guitarist started up, Kagome's fingers played across the keyboard and then Kouga on the drums. Miroku sighed, it was now or never.

 

Unbeknownst to the raven-haired man, Sango peeked out towards the stage but stayed far from the crowd's sight. She stood transfixed as her love began to sing.

 

 

“I take in the view as it passes by and is left behind.
I clasp both my hands a little.

 

Why are we born here, and why will we pass away?
Everyone's flowing past the usual way.

 

Now if I lose everything,
What is there to fear?”

 

A smile made it's way onto Miroku's face, and Sango's as well. The song reminded both of their serious talks at Miroku's house, when they'd cuddle up next to the fire. Oh, what joyous times those were…

 

“To make my wish come true, even if my body fails me,
My voice will cry out, Oh, light my fire.
It's quicker than words and more distant than light.
Until my unfading feelings go out, I'll continue onward.

 

Fearing how the world changes, forgetting my dreams,
Is this the same sky I've always looked up at?”

 

That was just like Miroku all right. He wasn't always as open to things as he is now. Sango thought, unconsciously taking a step towards Miroku.

 

“In the tears sliding off your cheers,
I wouldn't have thought there were lies.

 

Because I was hurt, I left, however,
I believed in just the two of us; oh, feed my fire.
In this world that won't stop, I quietly burn.
The flame of life is fleeting, don't miss it.”

 

The movement Sango made off to the right of Miroku finally caught his eye. His eyes flickered over and he expected to see the camera crew, not his beloved Sango! Miroku's voice nearly caught in his throat when he saw her, but she smiled when his eyes met hers and in that moment he knew he had to finish his song.

 

 

“To make my wish come true,

Even if my wings are featherless
I'll never stop flying; oh, light my fire.

A new wind blows to a place without promises.
An unstoppable passion burns in my chest today.

All right! Fire away! ”

 

Sango waited until the music faded away and the applause started roaring before running out onto stage. Awaiting her there was Miroku; his arms open wide and inviting her into a warm hug. Sango wept openly as the crowd hushed and silence filled the air. Miroku stepped back and held her at arm's length. He then turned back to the microphone and addressed the audience.

“Thank you so much everyone…” A deafening cheer greeted him and he continued when they quieted down. “I would like to introduce the one true love I have ever known in my life. She left and headed back to our native land, Japan, two years ago and I didn't get to ask her something before then. Now, in front of you all, I'm going to ask that question.”

 

He faced Sango once again, smiling at her questioning gaze. Miroku took her hand and went down on one knee. He pulled that velvet box from his pocket and looked into Sango's eyes. “My dearest Sango, for two years I have been without you. My heart was broken and has now been reborn this day. Would you do me the highest honor of allowing me to be your husband? Please?”

 

Sango's chocolate eyes brimmed with tears and she whispered something incomprehensible to Miroku, not to mention the crowd was dying to here what she had to say. Inu Yasha jumped down and held a microphone in front of her face, mouthing the words `Repeat it!'. She needed no second urging and spoke her words out loud. “You'll have to share half that honor with me Miroku, you're not that virtuous. I would be honored to be known as Houshi Sango.”

 

The crowd drowned out everything when Miroku put the ring on Sango's and they hugged contently. Even over the roar of the audience, they both managed to hear each other's “I love you”s.