InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tales from a Misplaced Parking Lot ❯ Tale One ~ Devils, and Sinners, and Wishers, Oh my! ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Tales from the Misplaced Parking Lot

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Beta: KuroNeko

 

Summary: What does one devil, two sinners, one familiar, one wisher, and the angel of death have in common? Not a whole lot, actually ^.^;

 

Rating: Teen

 

Genre: Humor, Drama, Romance

 

Pairings: Inuyasha Kagome, Miroku Sango (o_O! What's this? A cannon pairing?!)

 

Disclaimer: It was all her fault! (points to Miss Takahashi)

 

Dedication: How about to my magnificent Beta reader, KuroNeko. May our time together be long and prosperous (it's a shame you aren't betaing this part. . . I just know I spelt that word wrong. . . ^_^; )

 

Etc: Yay! Another one! I should probably tell you all that orginally, this was going to be a fanfiction for a story called The Devil in the Flowered Office, but I changed my mind and look! It still turned out okay! . . . I hope. . .

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

Devils and sinners and wishers, oh my!

 

 

He walked, and his shadow walked beside him. The tune from I've got Friends in low places drifted along with him, playing from a boom box that wasn't there.

 

Or at least, it wasn't visible.

 

Dressed only in a crimson red suit - nearly black really - and a matching hat lined with a sash of white, he walked alone, carrying nothing. Long silver hair fell in loose, light waves down his back and ended where his legs began. The lighting, dim due to the late evening, was poor and made his hair appear a bit of an orangish color.

 

Tsp tsp tsp. The click of claws on a nearby roof was low and rapid, like a squirrel on speed. “Yip!” came a squeak and a small, orange ball of fur launched itself off of the concrete roof and hurtled itself towards the tall, dark man, who side stepped quickly.

 

“Owch!” The ball uncurled itself, only to reveal a kitsune no bigger than a four year old child, rubbing his cheek which had hit the ground. “Inuyasha!” The kitsune cried out in a high, whiny voice. “You knew I was up there! Why didn't you catch me!”

 

The man in question, Inuyasha, balled his fist and gave the kitsune a scowl. “Because, Shippo! We aren't here to play! You should have stayed on my shoulder in the first place!” He growled, and stood up straight, a bit of a pout playing on his face. “You're a terrible familiar anyways. . . much more trouble than you're worth.”

 

Shippo bit the inside of his left cheek, then scurried up Inuyasha's side to climb on to his shoulder, and grabbed the red hat off of the top of his head. “Quit being a jerk, Inuyasha!” Shippo yelled in to two, very dog like appendages that had been previously covered by the hat.

 

Inuyasha's hand flew immediately to the spot where his hat had previously sat, sending Shippo flying in the process. “Gimme back my hat! You never know what might happen if you don't use it right!”

 

Shippo scampered up a telephone pole and sat on a metal foot hold near the top, staring deep in to the hat. “Why do you always listen to country music, anyways? It stinks!” Shippo exclaimed with a quick dart of his tongue, and put his head and upper body inside the hat. “Now where is that radio?” His voice was muffled, as if coming from a far away place.

 

“Shippo! Get out of my hat!” Inuyasha growled, not bothering to climb the telephone pole. He was kind of hoping that Shippo would dip too far in to the hat and be lost in the bottomless pit that was his hat.

 

The Devil's hat.

 

Sure, if he were to fall in (which he had in fact done a countless amount of times in the past), Inuyasha could pull him out. However, Inuyasha could also leave him in there to rot for the rest of eternity.

 

It really was his perogative.

 

“Found it!” A second later, the slow drawl was clicked off and replaced by Christina Aguilera.

 

I'm a Genie in the Bottle,

Come, come,

Come on and, let me out.

 

“Change it back or shut it off!” Inuyasha grabbed the telephone pole and began to shake. There was no way he was listening to a teenage singing sensation like Christina Aguilera.

 

“Hang on, what's on the Rock?” More shuffling, another click, before Linkin Park lyrics filled the air.

 

I've become so numb

I can't feel you there

 

“Quit messing with my tunes!” Inuyasha demanded, and, opting for a different way to get the would-be apprentice off of the telephone pole, he reached in to his pocket and pulled out a glass jar with a locked lid.

 

Inuyasha scanned his key ring, a rather large assortment of keys, keychains, keys, ornaments, a picure ring, more keys, and a fuzzy rabbits foot. Not to mention more keys.

 

“Inuyasha! Can't we listen to this? It's not a teen singing sensation!” Shippo wailed, dipping deeper in to the hat. Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Perhaps he was a bit redundant when it came to his complaints . . .“Ow! Twix bar!”

 

“It is too! And you will NOT be the average, sterotypical antagonistic teenage familiar!” Inuyasha unlocked the box and it snapped open with a barely audible click. “And don't eat my Twix bar!”

 

But the barely audible click sent the fox demon on instant alert.

 

Shippo withdrew from the hat, slowly, and spared only one glance at Inuyasha - or, more spefically, the shining pinch of pink powder that Inuyasha now held in his fingertips - before he darted back inside the hat and snapped of the radio.

 

Inuyasha smirked from his point on the ground. “Now, drop the hat and get down here. We've got to find an empty parking lot before dark.”

 

Shippo grumbled, but obliged. He dropped the hat at a spin, but it landed evenly on Inuyasha's head nonetheless. “Thank you.” Inuyasha said a bit sarcastically. “Now, get down from there.”

 

Shippo frowned. “No.”

 

“No?” Inuyasha repeated, feeling a pulse at his temple.

 

“I don't wanna.” Another quick dart of the tongue.

 

Inuyasha felt his blood pressure pick up, and he knew that he would have to go and see a doctor soon to have his diet reevaluted. Perhaps Ramen wasn't the best thing for high blood pressure. “And why don't you want to, Shippo?”

 

“You'll hit me again!” His tail got fuzzy, like an angry cat, and he dug his claws in to the wood of the telephone pole. “Or worse! You'll use that. . . that. . . stuff on me!”

 

Inuyasha looked down at his hand, which still had the tiniest amounts of Fatel Kjorma in them. Pulling out the glass container again, Inuyasha whispered a spell, and all of the powder that had fallen the the ground, and all of the dust that clung to his fingers, returned to the glass bottle, which promptly shut with a snap.

 

With one more flick of his wrists, the bottle was back in his pocket. “Happy now, shrimp?”

 

Shippo scrunched up his nose. “You aren't going to hit me, are you?”

 

Inuyasha growled. “Just get in the hat, alright?” Inuyasha said, holding the hat out in front of him for the Kitsune to jump in to.

 

“If I jump in, you swear you'll pull me out when we get to a parking lot?' Shippo asked, more than a little skeptically.

 

“Oh for the love of - yes! I swear! Now, get in the hat!” Inuyasha snapped his elbow out again as an emphasis.

 

“Swear on your brother's death? `Cuz the last time -“

 

“Shippo!”

 

“Fine!” Shippo plugged his nose and grabbed on of his ears, and with a sarcastic cry of “cannonball!” Shippo was back inside the hat.

 

Inuyasha growled, his mildly calm mood that he had only a few minutes ago considerably worse. “I hate my job. . .” He muttered, and began to walk again, searching the barely illuminated streets of Tokyo for an empty lot that could be used as his new home.

 

“Inuyasha. . . I'm hungry. . .” Shippo complained, his voice heavily muffled and distant.

 

Inuyasha groaned, and placed the hat back on his head. “Eat that Twix bar, I don't care.”

 

 

^.^

 

“Sango - chan!” a dark haired man clad in jeans and a loose fitting, rather formal looking shirt, ran after a darker haired woman dressed in running shorts and a tank top. “I can explain! I was just asking that lady if -“

 

“She would bear your child?” Sango stopped, and crossed her arms, staring back at her on again, off again boyfriend/ partner with a glint of ire in her eyes. “You never change your tune, do you, Miroku?”

 

Miroku grinned and scratched his chin. “Really though, Sango, I swear that I was asking her if she knew where we could find an empty lot.”

 

Sango rolled her eyes. “Please, Miroku. You care less about finding a Devil than I do. And you have never asked a woman like her anything that was not along of the lines of will you bear my child?”

 

“That's entirely untrue, my lovely Sango.” Miroku said, running in front of her and grasping both of her hands. “I ask you questions that don't refer to reproduction all the time!”

 

Sango yanked her hands away and glared at him, angry now for a whole new reason. “You and I both know why you don't ask me that.” She said, suddenly feeling insecure and tiny. She wrapped her hands around her arms and rubbed briskly, not meeting Miroku's inquistive gaze.

 

“Sango, listen, I hate it when this keeps coming up between us. You know that that doesn't bother me at all.” Miroku took one of her hands again. “Really.”

 

Sango spared him a single glance from under her eyelashes. “Then why do you keep flirting with other girls?”

 

Miroku shrugged. “It's what I do. But it doesn't mean anything.” Miroku assured her. “You're my partner. In all things.”

 

Sango shrugged, and began to walk again. “Fine.”

 

Miroku let out a breath that he had been holding. “Fine. . .”

 

“But you're not my boyfriend anymore.”

 

“But Sango!”

 

 

 

^.^

 

 

“-And when you're finished with the laundry, I want you to scrub the windows, clean the floors -“

“Yes, oh wicked step mother.” Kagome Higurashi told her mom with a wry grin as she looked up from her homework. “But how about I finish my good old fashioned Algerbra first?”

 

“Kagome. . .” Kon Loon Higurashi said with a frown. “I just don't want you to forget. We both know that you do that a lot.”

 

Kagome shrugged. “No more than the average teen, I'm sure.” Was her smiling remark.

 

Her mother's face turned in to a light scowl. . . the darkest it could get. Kon's face was not made for giving angry looks. And she was very obviously not in the mood for the playful banter, something that the two of them engaged in often.

 

“Alright, mom.” Kagome said softly, and continued to work on her homework.

 

Kon smiled and patted her daughter's head. “I'll be back in three days. Be good.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “I will, mom.”

 

“Are you sure you'll be alright? You know, I could still hire a babysitter for you. I mean, you're only a fifteen year old girl, and Souta's coming with us, so you might not be alright home.”

 

“I'm ready to stay home by myself, mom.” Kagome dropped her pencil, and looked her mother square in the eyes, as if to show her conviction. “Really.”

 

Kon frowned, but nodded. “Alright. . . if you insist.” She had nearly walked out the door when. . . “Are you sure? I mean, it's not too late to hire that babysitter, Kikyo, and have her watch you, you know.”

 

Kagome sighed, stood, and grabbed her mother's elbow. “Look, mom. It's only one weekend. What could possibly happen in one weekend?” She lead her mother down the stairs, and picked up her bag for her. “I'll tell you what - nothing.”

 

Kon still looked skeptical, but kissed her daugther on the cheek and bade her goodbye. “Alright. . . but don't hesitate to call me if things get out of control.”

 

“Yes, mom.” Kagome said with a wave. “Bye!”

 

She was about to shut the door when - “And absolutely no boys over!”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and consented. Like there were any boys that wanted to come over and hang out with her.

 

Kagome looked out the window and watched her mother go, taking all of her ungrounded fears with her. Kagome hadn't been lying. In fact, when she had said that nothing would happen, she had been saying an understatement, if anything. Nothing was a rocking party in comparison to what normally happened at this shrine. It was too old, and too obselete to draw in any new customers, so elderly who had been coming there for years were really their only customers. And when they died. . . well, suffice to say it wasn't the best paying job Kagome could have, being a shrine maiden, but it was her family's home, and she wouldn't leave it until it died.

 

Still. . .

 

Kagome looked towards the empty lot across the shrine. At one point in time, it had been used for visting “gyspsies,” people who sold potions out of their tents. The shrine had used to hold conventions, too, so it was used a parking lot sometimes too. But now. . .

 

It was just an empty piece of land that was draining their funds. . . but Kon and her grandfather would never sell it, for it was part of the family shrine, too. Or so they claimed.

 

Kagome grabbed the broom and went out on to the front porch, still eyeing that piece of empty lot. If they could sell it to some relevent business, like a café or something, maybe people would start coming over more often. It was a good idea, and Kagome had tried to tell her mother of it. But her mother had steadfastly refused to sell it.

 

As if it was important.

 

As if any of this place were important.

 

It was true that Kagome did love her family home. She really did. But it was also true that she resented it. It took up so much of her time, and her family's time, and it didn't even pay that well. Plus, nothing every exciting happened there.

 

At her shrine, there were no ghosts. At her shrine, there were no legends. At her shrine, there were no tales.

 

“Sometimes I just wish that something. . . anything would happen.” Kagome complained to herself, starting on the sweeping. She gave the empty lot one last callous glare before going inside to call it an early night.

 

But if she had stayed a moment longer, she would have seen a silver haired man in a nearly black suit saunter up to the empty lot and smile. And maybe, if she strained her ears, she would even heard him speak as he pulled off his top hat and inform it that they were home.

 

And if she had kept watching, she would have seen all of her wishes come true.