InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sparkle in the Dark ❯ Sparkle ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Suketchi 
~Sparkle~
Dripping crystals stuck to the bangs dangling in his eyes, their slight lightness fading as they dampened his hair. A white haze faded his vision; the breath from his lungs warm for those few moments as it floated over his top lip to the edge of his nose blurring his sight. Taking a deep breath, he let it out only to have that hazy fog burst from his mouth in a ripping cough. It tore through him, his body shaky and pain filled with each gust of air coming forth. Opening his closed eyes the young man stared at the wet black pavement wondering for a moment what had been there before…what was under it now.
Laughing was heard inside the bar, it's low vibrations echoing down the deserted ally. Shifting back against the dim red brick wall, he crossed his arms tucking the exposed flesh of his hands into the curve of his elbows. Tensing he readjusted his half asleep legs in a different position, their feeling gone now from the cold ground below and the nippy air above. Violet eyes darted to a passing car, its bright lights making him squint and give a dirty look. An orange glow from a flickering city pole was the only thing exposing the seemingly hidden teen, his black jacket and jeans blending in well with the corner he now sat at, perfect for watching…but not being watched.
Looking over to the door near the large trash can, its chipped green paint and beaten appearance reminding him of himself, the young man wondered how long this stupid shit would take. His eyes went to the grim sky, the gray appearance much like his deepest thoughts. He sat silently watching as more snowy speckles fell; soon a silvery sheen covered his dark hair; jacket and legs, making him frown. Twitching his nose when feeling that go numb as well, he sighed resisting the urge to just sit inside, by the door so he wasn't `technically' in the bar…just absorbing its warmth.
Another cracking cough came from him, this time almost making him black out. The pressure in his head and heat coming from his flesh a sure sign of sickness; but who really cared? Scowling outright at that thought he shivered as another gust of prickling wind blew across his already cold, red face. A thunderous crash made him jump as the door flung open; tipping the full can over making it roll and bump into his foot. Darting his eyes to the culprit, he frowned more.
“…Nysha…lus-go.”
The slurred words of his `friend' made it to his ears, his tipsy body leaning one way then another before tripping and bumping into the same brick wall he was against. The young man stood, his body swaying much like the drunks…but due to the stiffness of his muscles.
“Are we goin' home now?”
The raspy voice of the young man asked as he observed his friend sway again, the beady bloodshot eyes of the fat older man pinning him as he pondered the question.
“In-yasha…I'm ought…a dumbass.”
Raising his eyebrow Inuyasha shivered and pulled his light black jacket around his shoulders as if to fight back the light breeze still whipping around them. Outstretching his hand, his eyes followed the trail of snowflakes that landed on his palm, and the way his fingers bobbed up and down, his cough only worsening the shaking. The old man scratched his mustache with fat dirty fingers, his eyelids closing slightly.
“…h-hillo Nyas-inu…”
Ceasing in his hacking, the young man frowned in frustration brushing back the wet strands of hair from his brow.
“No, give me your keys Myoga.”
He repeated the word acting as if he had no idea what he was speaking of.
“…keys…”
“To the pickup!”
With a scowl Inuyasha shouted, wanting desperately to get out of this frigid cold. His violet gaze fixated on the old man, his obvious reaction to the yell negative. That once far off look went away; his mind seemingly snapping to attention as the young mans rough voice echoed through out the alley.
“..n-No...Its sumi- s'my turck, I'm unna'…unna drive it...”
His violet eyes narrowed, that scowl staying plastered. The old man stumbled in the direction of the street, ignoring the calls of the one person who cared. With staggering steps of his own Inuyasha followed, glancing down to make sure he still had legs, for he sure as hell didn't feel them.
With a dumbfounded look of astonishment, Myoga stopped near the small red Toyota, as if realizing for the first time such a thing existed. Luckily for him, that was the only vehicle on the street, seemingly for miles along the orange tinted gray road. The young man could be heard hacking as Myoga pulled out his keys unfazed by the sound.
Finally reaching the bumper, Inuyasha gasped and extended his hand out to support himself on the tailgate. Leaning onto it he tried talking sense into the old fool.
“You…you can't even see straight. Give me the keys Myoga…”
The dirt and grime from the construction site was caked against the crimson paint of the truck tailgate, almost masking the color all together. Showing it was used for the purpose of work…hard work. Hard work that paid hard working workers like him. Inuyasha, the one who worked his ass off…but for what? Being dragged around a city he despised, by a man who drunk away their money that was supposedly `responsible' for their well being?
“Guardian my ass…”
Mumbling this Inuyasha didn't have time to say much else for the engine started, its thunderous sound breaking the peace that had settled on the empty road and sidewalk, as well as in his mind. With a slam of the driver's side door, the young man hacked, making his way to the passengers' side. Shutting the door himself as he got in, bloodshot violet eyes went to the steering wheel.
“I really thin-,"
The motor revved, stopping his sentence.
“…I'…It's Mine. N'yasha, I'M …am going to drive…it…”
Hunching against the dusty seat, Inuyasha cupped his hands over his mouth simply keeping his frown. This idiot wouldn't argue…He knew it from times before. Blowing the warm air from his lungs against his numbed face, the young man gave a `keh' as Myoga popped the clutch to fast and the small truck died. The old man scratched his mustache automatically while trying again.
Observing his actions the violet-eyed teen lifted an eyebrow in surprise when it pulled forward with a lurch. Again the engine revved, the distinct sound of to much gas being pushed echoing in the cab and undoubtedly outside. Forgetting this when they started moving, he immediately grabbed the wheel when Myoga failed to turn in time as he pushed the gas, the truck crashing into the curb, its screeching evident despite the correct way the young man was trying to guide it.
Crying out a `fuck' he let his hands fly back against his head as Myoga's fist smashed against his cheekbone.
“No!!…s-sime-smine damait!”
Cradling his face with one hand he rubbed his new sore keeping a scowl.
“Watch where the fuck you're going then!”
Giving a half death glare the old man put both hands on the steering wheel and started on his way again.
“Ium-I am…”
Slumping against his door Inuyasha returned the look with one of even more hatred. Looking to the gray street he sighed. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about having anyone else on the road tonight. Hopefully.
Myoga swerved a few times before correcting himself and following the yellow lines in the middle of the road.
“…stupid shit.”
Inuyasha vocalized his disgust with the old man again when reaching over his left shoulder for the black strap he'd grown to use for the past few months…especially with this jackass behind the wheel. Silence soon took over the small space, like a void with no end, each jerk of correction along this small road the only sign of it all being REAL. His eyes darted from the heavy breathing man with a mustache, his stench seeming to seep into the light brown cushions of the seat to the very air around them. The stench of sweat and dirt, booze and lack of showering…all in all a vile scent of failure. Myoga.
For the third and final time that night did the little red Toyota's engine rev, sending the passengers forward in a quick push, the red octagon sign not registering with the old man as he glanced to it and simply put his hand to the stereo. The last thing Inuyasha observed was his attention going elsewhere, and seeing the small orange speedometer rise to 55.
***
A light beep was heard; the `alarm clock'. Then another…Over and over again he heard this, yet unable to move in order to stop it, not even capable of opening his eyes. Suddenly he realized there was also a `ksh' every so often as well. Furrowing his brow a bit he felt the urge to cough, its excruciating pain like a sharp blade twisting in his chest. A broken mucus bubbling wretch went up his windpipe, jolting him from the seemingly deep sleep he'd been in.
With each burst of air escaping, came a throbbing in his head. Gulping in again, he suddenly realized it was merely his heart…perhaps trying to catch up to his nearly dead body. A few more times this occurred, his attempts at breathing normally resulting in a hacking cough, jolting his body into an almost curl.
Suddenly pacing his intakes, shallow as they were, the young man kept his sticky mouth open intently listening to the slight beep. Red was his `vision', the bright lights above bringing out the blood of his eyelids. The beeping was now drowning out, voices soon coming to make themselves known. Only murmurs at first, then a tone he knew all to well. That low, cool tone he'd recognized since he was 13.
“And the old man.”
Silence.
Not another person spoke the `ksh' and beeps echoing in his head, as if waiting for him to shut them up. The clack of shoes coming closer and closer matched them both, suddenly stopping right next to him. He could feel them…feel the person lingering right there. Despite his attempts, despite his mind urge not to look, he pried his eyelids open, the brightness of the white hospital room overwhelming his sight, making his squint. Again that indifferent, low voice came.
“Inuyasha.”
His response was a simple groan, the man's voice staying the same.
“You're lucky that man didn't kill you.”
Finally adjusting to the blinding light, Inuyasha blinked trying to clear the haziness. He saw the cold eyes already, not really having to focus in on them. He knew they were there…he could feel them burning into him.
“…Se…”
The man crossed his arms, his long hair falling over his suit coat after a moment of staring at the prone teen that failed to state his whole name. Glancing to the heart monitor as it beeped, he gave a slight sigh. Again in the hospital…
“This is what, the third time this month?”
He stated sarcastically when ignoring the young mans ripping cough. Inuyasha now looked to his social worker, his light colored eyes and emotionless face never seeming to change. He wondered for a moment if the man had ever cried…once in his life.
“Only two more months of this, and then we're both `free'…ne?”
Tired eyes shifted shamefully to the blankets covering his body, the sigh that wanted to come only escaping as another cough. The stoic social worker stayed silent for another moment before he saw Inuyasha's lips move.
“…m…Myoga…”
His violet gaze stayed down, his questioning quiet and unsure…as if afraid to ask. Without so much as a blink Sesshomaru stated the truth.
“Dead.”
Swallowing hard, the young man felt his eyes go hazy again...yet this time not from the lights.
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Tell me what you think.
~Suketchi
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.25.2005 | Updated On: 02.15.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 425 | Status: Work In Progress
~Sparkle~
Dripping crystals stuck to the bangs dangling in his eyes, their slight lightness fading as they dampened his hair. A white haze faded his vision; the breath from his lungs warm for those few moments as it floated over his top lip to the edge of his nose blurring his sight. Taking a deep breath, he let it out only to have that hazy fog burst from his mouth in a ripping cough. It tore through him, his body shaky and pain filled with each gust of air coming forth. Opening his closed eyes the young man stared at the wet black pavement wondering for a moment what had been there before…what was under it now.
Laughing was heard inside the bar, it's low vibrations echoing down the deserted ally. Shifting back against the dim red brick wall, he crossed his arms tucking the exposed flesh of his hands into the curve of his elbows. Tensing he readjusted his half asleep legs in a different position, their feeling gone now from the cold ground below and the nippy air above. Violet eyes darted to a passing car, its bright lights making him squint and give a dirty look. An orange glow from a flickering city pole was the only thing exposing the seemingly hidden teen, his black jacket and jeans blending in well with the corner he now sat at, perfect for watching…but not being watched.
Looking over to the door near the large trash can, its chipped green paint and beaten appearance reminding him of himself, the young man wondered how long this stupid shit would take. His eyes went to the grim sky, the gray appearance much like his deepest thoughts. He sat silently watching as more snowy speckles fell; soon a silvery sheen covered his dark hair; jacket and legs, making him frown. Twitching his nose when feeling that go numb as well, he sighed resisting the urge to just sit inside, by the door so he wasn't `technically' in the bar…just absorbing its warmth.
Another cracking cough came from him, this time almost making him black out. The pressure in his head and heat coming from his flesh a sure sign of sickness; but who really cared? Scowling outright at that thought he shivered as another gust of prickling wind blew across his already cold, red face. A thunderous crash made him jump as the door flung open; tipping the full can over making it roll and bump into his foot. Darting his eyes to the culprit, he frowned more.
“…Nysha…lus-go.”
The slurred words of his `friend' made it to his ears, his tipsy body leaning one way then another before tripping and bumping into the same brick wall he was against. The young man stood, his body swaying much like the drunks…but due to the stiffness of his muscles.
“Are we goin' home now?”
The raspy voice of the young man asked as he observed his friend sway again, the beady bloodshot eyes of the fat older man pinning him as he pondered the question.
“In-yasha…I'm ought…a dumbass.”
Raising his eyebrow Inuyasha shivered and pulled his light black jacket around his shoulders as if to fight back the light breeze still whipping around them. Outstretching his hand, his eyes followed the trail of snowflakes that landed on his palm, and the way his fingers bobbed up and down, his cough only worsening the shaking. The old man scratched his mustache with fat dirty fingers, his eyelids closing slightly.
“…h-hillo Nyas-inu…”
Ceasing in his hacking, the young man frowned in frustration brushing back the wet strands of hair from his brow.
“No, give me your keys Myoga.”
He repeated the word acting as if he had no idea what he was speaking of.
“…keys…”
“To the pickup!”
With a scowl Inuyasha shouted, wanting desperately to get out of this frigid cold. His violet gaze fixated on the old man, his obvious reaction to the yell negative. That once far off look went away; his mind seemingly snapping to attention as the young mans rough voice echoed through out the alley.
“..n-No...Its sumi- s'my turck, I'm unna'…unna drive it...”
His violet eyes narrowed, that scowl staying plastered. The old man stumbled in the direction of the street, ignoring the calls of the one person who cared. With staggering steps of his own Inuyasha followed, glancing down to make sure he still had legs, for he sure as hell didn't feel them.
With a dumbfounded look of astonishment, Myoga stopped near the small red Toyota, as if realizing for the first time such a thing existed. Luckily for him, that was the only vehicle on the street, seemingly for miles along the orange tinted gray road. The young man could be heard hacking as Myoga pulled out his keys unfazed by the sound.
Finally reaching the bumper, Inuyasha gasped and extended his hand out to support himself on the tailgate. Leaning onto it he tried talking sense into the old fool.
“You…you can't even see straight. Give me the keys Myoga…”
The dirt and grime from the construction site was caked against the crimson paint of the truck tailgate, almost masking the color all together. Showing it was used for the purpose of work…hard work. Hard work that paid hard working workers like him. Inuyasha, the one who worked his ass off…but for what? Being dragged around a city he despised, by a man who drunk away their money that was supposedly `responsible' for their well being?
“Guardian my ass…”
Mumbling this Inuyasha didn't have time to say much else for the engine started, its thunderous sound breaking the peace that had settled on the empty road and sidewalk, as well as in his mind. With a slam of the driver's side door, the young man hacked, making his way to the passengers' side. Shutting the door himself as he got in, bloodshot violet eyes went to the steering wheel.
“I really thin-,"
The motor revved, stopping his sentence.
“…I'…It's Mine. N'yasha, I'M …am going to drive…it…”
Hunching against the dusty seat, Inuyasha cupped his hands over his mouth simply keeping his frown. This idiot wouldn't argue…He knew it from times before. Blowing the warm air from his lungs against his numbed face, the young man gave a `keh' as Myoga popped the clutch to fast and the small truck died. The old man scratched his mustache automatically while trying again.
Observing his actions the violet-eyed teen lifted an eyebrow in surprise when it pulled forward with a lurch. Again the engine revved, the distinct sound of to much gas being pushed echoing in the cab and undoubtedly outside. Forgetting this when they started moving, he immediately grabbed the wheel when Myoga failed to turn in time as he pushed the gas, the truck crashing into the curb, its screeching evident despite the correct way the young man was trying to guide it.
Crying out a `fuck' he let his hands fly back against his head as Myoga's fist smashed against his cheekbone.
“No!!…s-sime-smine damait!”
Cradling his face with one hand he rubbed his new sore keeping a scowl.
“Watch where the fuck you're going then!”
Giving a half death glare the old man put both hands on the steering wheel and started on his way again.
“Ium-I am…”
Slumping against his door Inuyasha returned the look with one of even more hatred. Looking to the gray street he sighed. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about having anyone else on the road tonight. Hopefully.
Myoga swerved a few times before correcting himself and following the yellow lines in the middle of the road.
“…stupid shit.”
Inuyasha vocalized his disgust with the old man again when reaching over his left shoulder for the black strap he'd grown to use for the past few months…especially with this jackass behind the wheel. Silence soon took over the small space, like a void with no end, each jerk of correction along this small road the only sign of it all being REAL. His eyes darted from the heavy breathing man with a mustache, his stench seeming to seep into the light brown cushions of the seat to the very air around them. The stench of sweat and dirt, booze and lack of showering…all in all a vile scent of failure. Myoga.
For the third and final time that night did the little red Toyota's engine rev, sending the passengers forward in a quick push, the red octagon sign not registering with the old man as he glanced to it and simply put his hand to the stereo. The last thing Inuyasha observed was his attention going elsewhere, and seeing the small orange speedometer rise to 55.
***
A light beep was heard; the `alarm clock'. Then another…Over and over again he heard this, yet unable to move in order to stop it, not even capable of opening his eyes. Suddenly he realized there was also a `ksh' every so often as well. Furrowing his brow a bit he felt the urge to cough, its excruciating pain like a sharp blade twisting in his chest. A broken mucus bubbling wretch went up his windpipe, jolting him from the seemingly deep sleep he'd been in.
With each burst of air escaping, came a throbbing in his head. Gulping in again, he suddenly realized it was merely his heart…perhaps trying to catch up to his nearly dead body. A few more times this occurred, his attempts at breathing normally resulting in a hacking cough, jolting his body into an almost curl.
Suddenly pacing his intakes, shallow as they were, the young man kept his sticky mouth open intently listening to the slight beep. Red was his `vision', the bright lights above bringing out the blood of his eyelids. The beeping was now drowning out, voices soon coming to make themselves known. Only murmurs at first, then a tone he knew all to well. That low, cool tone he'd recognized since he was 13.
“And the old man.”
Silence.
Not another person spoke the `ksh' and beeps echoing in his head, as if waiting for him to shut them up. The clack of shoes coming closer and closer matched them both, suddenly stopping right next to him. He could feel them…feel the person lingering right there. Despite his attempts, despite his mind urge not to look, he pried his eyelids open, the brightness of the white hospital room overwhelming his sight, making his squint. Again that indifferent, low voice came.
“Inuyasha.”
His response was a simple groan, the man's voice staying the same.
“You're lucky that man didn't kill you.”
Finally adjusting to the blinding light, Inuyasha blinked trying to clear the haziness. He saw the cold eyes already, not really having to focus in on them. He knew they were there…he could feel them burning into him.
“…Se…”
The man crossed his arms, his long hair falling over his suit coat after a moment of staring at the prone teen that failed to state his whole name. Glancing to the heart monitor as it beeped, he gave a slight sigh. Again in the hospital…
“This is what, the third time this month?”
He stated sarcastically when ignoring the young mans ripping cough. Inuyasha now looked to his social worker, his light colored eyes and emotionless face never seeming to change. He wondered for a moment if the man had ever cried…once in his life.
“Only two more months of this, and then we're both `free'…ne?”
Tired eyes shifted shamefully to the blankets covering his body, the sigh that wanted to come only escaping as another cough. The stoic social worker stayed silent for another moment before he saw Inuyasha's lips move.
“…m…Myoga…”
His violet gaze stayed down, his questioning quiet and unsure…as if afraid to ask. Without so much as a blink Sesshomaru stated the truth.
“Dead.”
Swallowing hard, the young man felt his eyes go hazy again...yet this time not from the lights.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Tell me what you think.
~Suketchi
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.25.2005 | Updated On: 02.15.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 425 | Status: Work In Progress
~Sparkle~
Dripping crystals stuck to the bangs dangling in his eyes, their slight lightness fading as they dampened his hair. A white haze faded his vision; the breath from his lungs warm for those few moments as it floated over his top lip to the edge of his nose blurring his sight. Taking a deep breath, he let it out only to have that hazy fog burst from his mouth in a ripping cough. It tore through him, his body shaky and pain filled with each gust of air coming forth. Opening his closed eyes the young man stared at the wet black pavement wondering for a moment what had been there before…what was under it now.
Laughing was heard inside the bar, it's low vibrations echoing down the deserted ally. Shifting back against the dim red brick wall, he crossed his arms tucking the exposed flesh of his hands into the curve of his elbows. Tensing he readjusted his half asleep legs in a different position, their feeling gone now from the cold ground below and the nippy air above. Violet eyes darted to a passing car, its bright lights making him squint and give a dirty look. An orange glow from a flickering city pole was the only thing exposing the seemingly hidden teen, his black jacket and jeans blending in well with the corner he now sat at, perfect for watching…but not being watched.
Looking over to the door near the large trash can, its chipped green paint and beaten appearance reminding him of himself, the young man wondered how long this stupid shit would take. His eyes went to the grim sky, the gray appearance much like his deepest thoughts. He sat silently watching as more snowy speckles fell; soon a silvery sheen covered his dark hair; jacket and legs, making him frown. Twitching his nose when feeling that go numb as well, he sighed resisting the urge to just sit inside, by the door so he wasn't `technically' in the bar…just absorbing its warmth.
Another cracking cough came from him, this time almost making him black out. The pressure in his head and heat coming from his flesh a sure sign of sickness; but who really cared? Scowling outright at that thought he shivered as another gust of prickling wind blew across his already cold, red face. A thunderous crash made him jump as the door flung open; tipping the full can over making it roll and bump into his foot. Darting his eyes to the culprit, he frowned more.
“…Nysha…lus-go.”
The slurred words of his `friend' made it to his ears, his tipsy body leaning one way then another before tripping and bumping into the same brick wall he was against. The young man stood, his body swaying much like the drunks…but due to the stiffness of his muscles.
“Are we goin' home now?”
The raspy voice of the young man asked as he observed his friend sway again, the beady bloodshot eyes of the fat older man pinning him as he pondered the question.
“In-yasha…I'm ought…a dumbass.”
Raising his eyebrow Inuyasha shivered and pulled his light black jacket around his shoulders as if to fight back the light breeze still whipping around them. Outstretching his hand, his eyes followed the trail of snowflakes that landed on his palm, and the way his fingers bobbed up and down, his cough only worsening the shaking. The old man scratched his mustache with fat dirty fingers, his eyelids closing slightly.
“…h-hillo Nyas-inu…”
Ceasing in his hacking, the young man frowned in frustration brushing back the wet strands of hair from his brow.
“No, give me your keys Myoga.”
He repeated the word acting as if he had no idea what he was speaking of.
“…keys…”
“To the pickup!”
With a scowl Inuyasha shouted, wanting desperately to get out of this frigid cold. His violet gaze fixated on the old man, his obvious reaction to the yell negative. That once far off look went away; his mind seemingly snapping to attention as the young mans rough voice echoed through out the alley.
“..n-No...Its sumi- s'my turck, I'm unna'…unna drive it...”
His violet eyes narrowed, that scowl staying plastered. The old man stumbled in the direction of the street, ignoring the calls of the one person who cared. With staggering steps of his own Inuyasha followed, glancing down to make sure he still had legs, for he sure as hell didn't feel them.
With a dumbfounded look of astonishment, Myoga stopped near the small red Toyota, as if realizing for the first time such a thing existed. Luckily for him, that was the only vehicle on the street, seemingly for miles along the orange tinted gray road. The young man could be heard hacking as Myoga pulled out his keys unfazed by the sound.
Finally reaching the bumper, Inuyasha gasped and extended his hand out to support himself on the tailgate. Leaning onto it he tried talking sense into the old fool.
“You…you can't even see straight. Give me the keys Myoga…”
The dirt and grime from the construction site was caked against the crimson paint of the truck tailgate, almost masking the color all together. Showing it was used for the purpose of work…hard work. Hard work that paid hard working workers like him. Inuyasha, the one who worked his ass off…but for what? Being dragged around a city he despised, by a man who drunk away their money that was supposedly `responsible' for their well being?
“Guardian my ass…”
Mumbling this Inuyasha didn't have time to say much else for the engine started, its thunderous sound breaking the peace that had settled on the empty road and sidewalk, as well as in his mind. With a slam of the driver's side door, the young man hacked, making his way to the passengers' side. Shutting the door himself as he got in, bloodshot violet eyes went to the steering wheel.
“I really thin-,"
The motor revved, stopping his sentence.
“…I'…It's Mine. N'yasha, I'M …am going to drive…it…”
Hunching against the dusty seat, Inuyasha cupped his hands over his mouth simply keeping his frown. This idiot wouldn't argue…He knew it from times before. Blowing the warm air from his lungs against his numbed face, the young man gave a `keh' as Myoga popped the clutch to fast and the small truck died. The old man scratched his mustache automatically while trying again.
Observing his actions the violet-eyed teen lifted an eyebrow in surprise when it pulled forward with a lurch. Again the engine revved, the distinct sound of to much gas being pushed echoing in the cab and undoubtedly outside. Forgetting this when they started moving, he immediately grabbed the wheel when Myoga failed to turn in time as he pushed the gas, the truck crashing into the curb, its screeching evident despite the correct way the young man was trying to guide it.
Crying out a `fuck' he let his hands fly back against his head as Myoga's fist smashed against his cheekbone.
“No!!…s-sime-smine damait!”
Cradling his face with one hand he rubbed his new sore keeping a scowl.
“Watch where the fuck you're going then!”
Giving a half death glare the old man put both hands on the steering wheel and started on his way again.
“Ium-I am…”
Slumping against his door Inuyasha returned the look with one of even more hatred. Looking to the gray street he sighed. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about having anyone else on the road tonight. Hopefully.
Myoga swerved a few times before correcting himself and following the yellow lines in the middle of the road.
“…stupid shit.”
Inuyasha vocalized his disgust with the old man again when reaching over his left shoulder for the black strap he'd grown to use for the past few months…especially with this jackass behind the wheel. Silence soon took over the small space, like a void with no end, each jerk of correction along this small road the only sign of it all being REAL. His eyes darted from the heavy breathing man with a mustache, his stench seeming to seep into the light brown cushions of the seat to the very air around them. The stench of sweat and dirt, booze and lack of showering…all in all a vile scent of failure. Myoga.
For the third and final time that night did the little red Toyota's engine rev, sending the passengers forward in a quick push, the red octagon sign not registering with the old man as he glanced to it and simply put his hand to the stereo. The last thing Inuyasha observed was his attention going elsewhere, and seeing the small orange speedometer rise to 55.
***
A light beep was heard; the `alarm clock'. Then another…Over and over again he heard this, yet unable to move in order to stop it, not even capable of opening his eyes. Suddenly he realized there was also a `ksh' every so often as well. Furrowing his brow a bit he felt the urge to cough, its excruciating pain like a sharp blade twisting in his chest. A broken mucus bubbling wretch went up his windpipe, jolting him from the seemingly deep sleep he'd been in.
With each burst of air escaping, came a throbbing in his head. Gulping in again, he suddenly realized it was merely his heart…perhaps trying to catch up to his nearly dead body. A few more times this occurred, his attempts at breathing normally resulting in a hacking cough, jolting his body into an almost curl.
Suddenly pacing his intakes, shallow as they were, the young man kept his sticky mouth open intently listening to the slight beep. Red was his `vision', the bright lights above bringing out the blood of his eyelids. The beeping was now drowning out, voices soon coming to make themselves known. Only murmurs at first, then a tone he knew all to well. That low, cool tone he'd recognized since he was 13.
“And the old man.”
Silence.
Not another person spoke the `ksh' and beeps echoing in his head, as if waiting for him to shut them up. The clack of shoes coming closer and closer matched them both, suddenly stopping right next to him. He could feel them…feel the person lingering right there. Despite his attempts, despite his mind urge not to look, he pried his eyelids open, the brightness of the white hospital room overwhelming his sight, making his squint. Again that indifferent, low voice came.
“Inuyasha.”
His response was a simple groan, the man's voice staying the same.
“You're lucky that man didn't kill you.”
Finally adjusting to the blinding light, Inuyasha blinked trying to clear the haziness. He saw the cold eyes already, not really having to focus in on them. He knew they were there…he could feel them burning into him.
“…Se…”
The man crossed his arms, his long hair falling over his suit coat after a moment of staring at the prone teen that failed to state his whole name. Glancing to the heart monitor as it beeped, he gave a slight sigh. Again in the hospital…
“This is what, the third time this month?”
He stated sarcastically when ignoring the young mans ripping cough. Inuyasha now looked to his social worker, his light colored eyes and emotionless face never seeming to change. He wondered for a moment if the man had ever cried…once in his life.
“Only two more months of this, and then we're both `free'…ne?”
Tired eyes shifted shamefully to the blankets covering his body, the sigh that wanted to come only escaping as another cough. The stoic social worker stayed silent for another moment before he saw Inuyasha's lips move.
“…m…Myoga…”
His violet gaze stayed down, his questioning quiet and unsure…as if afraid to ask. Without so much as a blink Sesshomaru stated the truth.
“Dead.”
Swallowing hard, the young man felt his eyes go hazy again...yet this time not from the lights.
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Tell me what you think.
~Suketchi
Dripping crystals stuck to the bangs dangling in his eyes, their slight lightness fading as they dampened his hair. A white haze faded his vision; the breath from his lungs warm for those few moments as it floated over his top lip to the edge of his nose blurring his sight. Taking a deep breath, he let it out only to have that hazy fog burst from his mouth in a ripping cough. It tore through him, his body shaky and pain filled with each gust of air coming forth. Opening his closed eyes the young man stared at the wet black pavement wondering for a moment what had been there before…what was under it now.
Laughing was heard inside the bar, it's low vibrations echoing down the deserted ally. Shifting back against the dim red brick wall, he crossed his arms tucking the exposed flesh of his hands into the curve of his elbows. Tensing he readjusted his half asleep legs in a different position, their feeling gone now from the cold ground below and the nippy air above. Violet eyes darted to a passing car, its bright lights making him squint and give a dirty look. An orange glow from a flickering city pole was the only thing exposing the seemingly hidden teen, his black jacket and jeans blending in well with the corner he now sat at, perfect for watching…but not being watched.
Looking over to the door near the large trash can, its chipped green paint and beaten appearance reminding him of himself, the young man wondered how long this stupid shit would take. His eyes went to the grim sky, the gray appearance much like his deepest thoughts. He sat silently watching as more snowy speckles fell; soon a silvery sheen covered his dark hair; jacket and legs, making him frown. Twitching his nose when feeling that go numb as well, he sighed resisting the urge to just sit inside, by the door so he wasn't `technically' in the bar…just absorbing its warmth.
Another cracking cough came from him, this time almost making him black out. The pressure in his head and heat coming from his flesh a sure sign of sickness; but who really cared? Scowling outright at that thought he shivered as another gust of prickling wind blew across his already cold, red face. A thunderous crash made him jump as the door flung open; tipping the full can over making it roll and bump into his foot. Darting his eyes to the culprit, he frowned more.
“…Nysha…lus-go.”
The slurred words of his `friend' made it to his ears, his tipsy body leaning one way then another before tripping and bumping into the same brick wall he was against. The young man stood, his body swaying much like the drunks…but due to the stiffness of his muscles.
“Are we goin' home now?”
The raspy voice of the young man asked as he observed his friend sway again, the beady bloodshot eyes of the fat older man pinning him as he pondered the question.
“In-yasha…I'm ought…a dumbass.”
Raising his eyebrow Inuyasha shivered and pulled his light black jacket around his shoulders as if to fight back the light breeze still whipping around them. Outstretching his hand, his eyes followed the trail of snowflakes that landed on his palm, and the way his fingers bobbed up and down, his cough only worsening the shaking. The old man scratched his mustache with fat dirty fingers, his eyelids closing slightly.
“…h-hillo Nyas-inu…”
Ceasing in his hacking, the young man frowned in frustration brushing back the wet strands of hair from his brow.
“No, give me your keys Myoga.”
He repeated the word acting as if he had no idea what he was speaking of.
“…keys…”
“To the pickup!”
With a scowl Inuyasha shouted, wanting desperately to get out of this frigid cold. His violet gaze fixated on the old man, his obvious reaction to the yell negative. That once far off look went away; his mind seemingly snapping to attention as the young mans rough voice echoed through out the alley.
“..n-No...Its sumi- s'my turck, I'm unna'…unna drive it...”
His violet eyes narrowed, that scowl staying plastered. The old man stumbled in the direction of the street, ignoring the calls of the one person who cared. With staggering steps of his own Inuyasha followed, glancing down to make sure he still had legs, for he sure as hell didn't feel them.
With a dumbfounded look of astonishment, Myoga stopped near the small red Toyota, as if realizing for the first time such a thing existed. Luckily for him, that was the only vehicle on the street, seemingly for miles along the orange tinted gray road. The young man could be heard hacking as Myoga pulled out his keys unfazed by the sound.
Finally reaching the bumper, Inuyasha gasped and extended his hand out to support himself on the tailgate. Leaning onto it he tried talking sense into the old fool.
“You…you can't even see straight. Give me the keys Myoga…”
The dirt and grime from the construction site was caked against the crimson paint of the truck tailgate, almost masking the color all together. Showing it was used for the purpose of work…hard work. Hard work that paid hard working workers like him. Inuyasha, the one who worked his ass off…but for what? Being dragged around a city he despised, by a man who drunk away their money that was supposedly `responsible' for their well being?
“Guardian my ass…”
Mumbling this Inuyasha didn't have time to say much else for the engine started, its thunderous sound breaking the peace that had settled on the empty road and sidewalk, as well as in his mind. With a slam of the driver's side door, the young man hacked, making his way to the passengers' side. Shutting the door himself as he got in, bloodshot violet eyes went to the steering wheel.
“I really thin-,"
The motor revved, stopping his sentence.
“…I'…It's Mine. N'yasha, I'M …am going to drive…it…”
Hunching against the dusty seat, Inuyasha cupped his hands over his mouth simply keeping his frown. This idiot wouldn't argue…He knew it from times before. Blowing the warm air from his lungs against his numbed face, the young man gave a `keh' as Myoga popped the clutch to fast and the small truck died. The old man scratched his mustache automatically while trying again.
Observing his actions the violet-eyed teen lifted an eyebrow in surprise when it pulled forward with a lurch. Again the engine revved, the distinct sound of to much gas being pushed echoing in the cab and undoubtedly outside. Forgetting this when they started moving, he immediately grabbed the wheel when Myoga failed to turn in time as he pushed the gas, the truck crashing into the curb, its screeching evident despite the correct way the young man was trying to guide it.
Crying out a `fuck' he let his hands fly back against his head as Myoga's fist smashed against his cheekbone.
“No!!…s-sime-smine damait!”
Cradling his face with one hand he rubbed his new sore keeping a scowl.
“Watch where the fuck you're going then!”
Giving a half death glare the old man put both hands on the steering wheel and started on his way again.
“Ium-I am…”
Slumping against his door Inuyasha returned the look with one of even more hatred. Looking to the gray street he sighed. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about having anyone else on the road tonight. Hopefully.
Myoga swerved a few times before correcting himself and following the yellow lines in the middle of the road.
“…stupid shit.”
Inuyasha vocalized his disgust with the old man again when reaching over his left shoulder for the black strap he'd grown to use for the past few months…especially with this jackass behind the wheel. Silence soon took over the small space, like a void with no end, each jerk of correction along this small road the only sign of it all being REAL. His eyes darted from the heavy breathing man with a mustache, his stench seeming to seep into the light brown cushions of the seat to the very air around them. The stench of sweat and dirt, booze and lack of showering…all in all a vile scent of failure. Myoga.
For the third and final time that night did the little red Toyota's engine rev, sending the passengers forward in a quick push, the red octagon sign not registering with the old man as he glanced to it and simply put his hand to the stereo. The last thing Inuyasha observed was his attention going elsewhere, and seeing the small orange speedometer rise to 55.
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A light beep was heard; the `alarm clock'. Then another…Over and over again he heard this, yet unable to move in order to stop it, not even capable of opening his eyes. Suddenly he realized there was also a `ksh' every so often as well. Furrowing his brow a bit he felt the urge to cough, its excruciating pain like a sharp blade twisting in his chest. A broken mucus bubbling wretch went up his windpipe, jolting him from the seemingly deep sleep he'd been in.
With each burst of air escaping, came a throbbing in his head. Gulping in again, he suddenly realized it was merely his heart…perhaps trying to catch up to his nearly dead body. A few more times this occurred, his attempts at breathing normally resulting in a hacking cough, jolting his body into an almost curl.
Suddenly pacing his intakes, shallow as they were, the young man kept his sticky mouth open intently listening to the slight beep. Red was his `vision', the bright lights above bringing out the blood of his eyelids. The beeping was now drowning out, voices soon coming to make themselves known. Only murmurs at first, then a tone he knew all to well. That low, cool tone he'd recognized since he was 13.
“And the old man.”
Silence.
Not another person spoke the `ksh' and beeps echoing in his head, as if waiting for him to shut them up. The clack of shoes coming closer and closer matched them both, suddenly stopping right next to him. He could feel them…feel the person lingering right there. Despite his attempts, despite his mind urge not to look, he pried his eyelids open, the brightness of the white hospital room overwhelming his sight, making his squint. Again that indifferent, low voice came.
“Inuyasha.”
His response was a simple groan, the man's voice staying the same.
“You're lucky that man didn't kill you.”
Finally adjusting to the blinding light, Inuyasha blinked trying to clear the haziness. He saw the cold eyes already, not really having to focus in on them. He knew they were there…he could feel them burning into him.
“…Se…”
The man crossed his arms, his long hair falling over his suit coat after a moment of staring at the prone teen that failed to state his whole name. Glancing to the heart monitor as it beeped, he gave a slight sigh. Again in the hospital…
“This is what, the third time this month?”
He stated sarcastically when ignoring the young mans ripping cough. Inuyasha now looked to his social worker, his light colored eyes and emotionless face never seeming to change. He wondered for a moment if the man had ever cried…once in his life.
“Only two more months of this, and then we're both `free'…ne?”
Tired eyes shifted shamefully to the blankets covering his body, the sigh that wanted to come only escaping as another cough. The stoic social worker stayed silent for another moment before he saw Inuyasha's lips move.
“…m…Myoga…”
His violet gaze stayed down, his questioning quiet and unsure…as if afraid to ask. Without so much as a blink Sesshomaru stated the truth.
“Dead.”
Swallowing hard, the young man felt his eyes go hazy again...yet this time not from the lights.
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Tell me what you think.
~Suketchi