InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs for the Heart and Soul ❯ Here ( Chapter 6 )

Hello again. More Mir/San songficcie goodness coming your way! The two people that reviewed my last chapter have my thanks and lots of love going to them!

LuClipse85: Luuuuuuuu-chan! Here I am, doing one of my own song. I hope you enjoy it even though it's not TMR. (chuckles)

Demon-Slayer13: (blush) Aw, I'm cool? Geez, that's such a sweet thing to say.

 

I do not own Inu Yasha or it's respective character.

“Here”
Vocals: Maaya Sakamoto

Lyrics: Tim Jensen

Composition and arrangement: Yoko Kanno

 

 

Here

 

 

Miroku walked in to the new jazz club, Silent Rhapsody, and was surprised when he gazed upon the dimly lit room. The club's theme was blood red and smokey gray, making the atmosphere quite ethereal. A band was playing on stage, a soft melody that seemed out of place in the almost gloomy setting. He took a seat near the stage and pulled out his sketchbook. There was the beginning of a beautiful picture: A lush, grass covered hill with trees and a lake for the backdrop. There was still something missing, though. That was the main reason he had come here. Jazz and blues music always gave him inspiration. Usually he listened to his favorite CD, “Rhythmic Echoes” by Taijiya Sango, but he needed something more.

He tapped the sketchbook with his pencil, listening to several of the local singers and musicians play. Still…nothing came to him. Miroku set his pencil down and flipped through his book, finally stopping on the picture of Sango he had drawn. She was as beautiful as her voice suggested. Sango had the most gorgeous eyes, so full of emotion.

So caught up in his musings about Sango, he never heard the clubs owner announce the special guest of the night. But when the music began to play, he had to turn his head. That was his favorite song…

There on the stage, sitting down with an acoustic guitar in her hands, was Taijiya Sango. When she started singing, the room hushed and time seemed to stop for Miroku.

 

 

Here, people look for heaven
Living in a fear of God
Losing themselves, hiding forever
Afraid of what they're not
She spent her whole life
Chasing stardust
And then when she could taste it
A million dollars of pride
And still unhappy

 

So sad, she couldn't feel, she couldn't feel
I know the story
So sad, she couldn't feel, she couldn't feel
I know the score

Here I am, I've walked a promise
But it can take so long
Here I am, I've walked the shadows
It's time that I move on
With myself, I share the silence
I just walk along
Walk along

Here, people hide in darkness
Watching their shadows grow
Tears of gold or nothing matters
Selling themselves out short
Take diamonds for hope and fame for caring
The things she couldn't give up
She blows out the candle of love
And loses her way out

So mad, she couldn't see, she couldn't see
I know the story
So mad, she couldn't see, she couldn't see
I know the score

Here I am, I've walked a promise
But it can take so long
Here I am, I've walked the shadows
It's time that I move on
With myself, I share the silence

I just walk along
Walk along

The pianist began to play a haunting melody to accompany her guitar. Sango's eyes, which were closed since she began to sing, finally opened. The perpetual look for longing and raw emotion in her brown eyes was an inspiration that Miroku just couldn't ignore. Before he picked up his pencil again, Sango's chocolate eyes met his navy eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She smiled at him and began to sing again.

 

People here choose not to listen
Afraid of what they might hear
Believing in lies and contradiction
Can be so safe and warm
And so many people tried to tell her
You know she wouldn't listen
A million voices called out
She just walked away

So loud, she couldn't hear, she couldn't hear
I know the story
So loud, she couldn't hear, she wouldn't hear
I know the score

Here I am, I've walked a promise
But it can take so long
Here I am, I've walked the shadows
It's time that I move on
With myself, I share the silence
I just walk along
I walk along

 

 

Miroku finished his picture just as she finished her song. There, sitting on the hill, was Sango. A small smile graced her face, and her legs were pulled up towards her chest.

His peripheral vision caught movement next to him. Can you image his surprise to find the woman he admired more then any other, peering over his shoulder?

 

“I like it.” She whispered, “You're very talented, Mr. …?”

 

“Houshi. Please, call me Miroku.” He managed to choke out.

 

“Miroku. That's a nice na-“ Her face screwed up as she felt something rubbing her butt. Looking down, she noticed it was Miroku's hand. “HENTAI!”

 

SLAP!

 

A nicely colored handprint now resided on Miroku's cheek. He quickly removed his hand from her butt and smiled in a lecherous way. Sango's disgusted look snapped him out of his little fantasy. He signed his name on the picture he had just completed and handed it to Sango.

 

“For you.” He said.

 

She looked at the picture in his outstretched hand for a second before grabbing it and holding it in both hands. A fond smile crossed her face and she looked down at Miroku. “Thank you. I'll treasure this...no matter how perverted the artist is.” While her words were spoken in a scolding tone, her eyes reflected her laughter.

 

Miroku smiled and watched as she walked away, her hips swaying as she moved. He had been complimented, slapped and made the object of a joke, by his favorite singer. This moment would always remain in his memories forever. Miroku turned back to his sketchbook and found a piece of paper sitting there. Curiosity overtook him and he looked at it. A phone number, a cellular phone by the looks of it, was written in neat handwriting on the paper. The signature on the bottom was undeniably Sango's.