InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Girl and the Band ❯ Amber Eyes ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Gomen guys. I said this chapter would be up in about a day, but I had recently neglected my chores and had to catch up. Ahh…the joys of being a teenager. So anyway, sorry for the delays and here is the fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

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Amber Eyes

Kagome was shoved into the boy in front of her, her body pressed flush to his back. Pure modesty and inexperience moved her to try and push away and apologize only to find that she couldn't. Her ministrations had only prompted others to push at her harder, bringing her closer to the guy than seemed physically possible. 'And he doesn't seem to mind much,' Kagome noted silently to herself as she grimaced.

She was surrounded by people and painfully aware of the sudden stirring sensation building in the pit of her stomach. This was not good. She looked up at the stage in time to see the first band run out before the onslaught of people behind her slammed her against the boy with renewed force, causing her to close her eyes. After the band introduced themselves, a name she couldn't completely make out against the yelling and screaming of the girls near her, the band started to play.

If possible, the music played was even louder than the screaming. Kagome swore she was going to have a heart attack. 'That is if this frenzy of madness doesn't kill me first.'

It seemed like forever that she was mashed against that boy, the jumping and yelling making her dizzy and lightheaded, panting for air.

When she could finally move, she pulled her arm up to her face and twisted it to get a look at her watch. 'WHAT? It's only been six minutes? My God, this will be a long night,' Kagome sighed but the action made her feel faint and the closeness was getting to her.

She decided it was time to tell her friends that she needed to get out. Maybe she would try later…much later. She craned her neck to either side of her, trying to locate them. But she couldn't, and that one fact made her panic as a cold felling passed over her, taking away her breath. 'Shit, I'm lost and I'm all alone.' This was quite a silly statement, being surrounded by people, but Kagome didn't notice because being separated from her friends made her feel internally alone. She didn't want to do this alone.

She became acutely aware of the things around her. Both of her shirts were saturated with sweat, weighting her down slightly and sticking uncomfortably to her skin. And it wasn't only her sweat but the sweat of everyone who touched her. The smell was becoming unbearable also. The air was a mix of skin, sweat, hair, and drugs with a twinge of vanilla, thanks to the ground fog covering the stage. The room was loud, hot, and muggy, and Kagome felt like she couldn't breath.

It was then that the music spiked to a volume so loud that Kagome knew it must have damaged her eardrums. Unfortunately, what came next left no room for brooding over hurt ears. The entire group of fans began to jump, perfectly synchronized. And being so tightly crammed between the psychotic fans, Kagome felt herself begin to jump with them, an odd sensation given she wasn't actually jumping.

Now under other circumstances, that might have been fun. But unfortunately, Kagome was having one of the worst experiences of her life. Her feet constantly left the floor, the motion making her head spin and her stomach to do flops. She felt unbalanced and queasy. She closed her eyes and held them shut tightly while gritting her teeth to wait for the feelings to pass. 'This is…really…really bad.'

The jumping finally ceased and Kagome touched her head and took some deep breaths to calm her heart. She searched the crowd frantically, trying to find her friends. She remembered that she could go out and Rei said they would come get her. She slowly turned and looked behind herself. The exit from the crowd was far behind her and she realized that people had pushed her closer to the stage while she had been busy dieing. And with everyone behind her still pushing forward, backwards was not a choice. Kagome let out a sigh of exasperation. 'Curse my stupid luck. Who has luck like this? No one but me. Me…Kagome. Look there goes Kagome Higurashi, the girl with luck cursed by the heavens. My God.'

As Kagome ranted, she turned herself around and began to search for her friends again. If she found them, she would be okay. That's when she noticed a couple standing near by. The small girl looked content as she stood in the safety of her large boyfriend's steady arms. Hojo's offer came flooding back into her mind and she shook her head to clear it. That would mean swallowing her pride and asking for help and she wasn't ready to do that any time this century.

Just then, a hard push sent her flying into another person and almost landing her on the floor, a predicament she choose not to think about at the moment. 'Okay…I'm ready. Time to go find Hojo. Now…where is he?' Kagome started to try and push her way through the crowd in the direction Hojo had earlier indicated. She was stunned at how tall the guys at the concert were. She considered herself tall, for a girl, but compared to some of the guys, she was exceedingly short. One older man with lots of piercing and impossibly wide shoulders was so tall, that up close she had a perfect view of his mid-back.

Kagome kept moving, her speed picking up. She congratulated herself for learning how to move in the vicinity of the hoards of people by shoving her elbow into a hole and pushing, letting the crowd do the rest and pull her along. The pounding in her head subsided and she noticed that the area was more tolerable when she was moving. She was so proud of herself for doing this all by herself that she actually started to like being there.

Then, life turned to hell. First, she was happily pushing her way between two tall guys about her age as she noticed a gap in the crowd where no one was currently standing, and the next second, one of the guys was pushed forcefully towards her, his elbow catching on her stomach and knocking the wind out of her as both her and the boy headed straight for that gap. For once in her life, Kagome wished that there were people all around her, crowding her and destroying her personal space, but also supporting her as she fell. But there weren't, and she and the guy both fell to the ground. Two things were wrong. One, she was on the floor with a guy she didn't know lying on top of her. Two, no one seemed to notice. She was kicked in the side and her hair was trampled on. Kagome grunted. 'Well this will leave pretty bruises.' When the boy finally decided to get up, he had the decency to help her to her feet as well and she was grateful for that at least. However, the relief was short live as the people she had wish for moments ago smashed her against others the second she was up.

'Good God…is this concert almost over,' she thought longingly as she renewed her quest for the bonehead. She had gone approximately three and a half steps when searing pain shot from her neck to her toes and back to her neck, her head swimming as she saw stars. She truly felt like someone had just kicked her, but she didn't understand how that was possible. She slumped forward, unable to support herself and not entirely sure of what had happened, and probably would have been back on the floor if not for the people around her. Her head was pounding as a headache started to form. She turned her head to try and see what had happened. She saw a person, a girl, moving along the top of the crowd while both supported and pushed by everyone under her. The crowd surfer was flailing her limbs as she went, hitting a few when she passed them. Kagome grunted and tried to push off the back she was on and stand herself. 'That must be it,' she grunted again and then sighed, her bruised skin aching, 'I was kicked by a crowd surfer. Thank you very much luck, it was an enjoyable experience.' She rubbed her sore neck, 'God…did the guy have a sledge hammer in his shoe? I'm gonna be stiff for weeks…uuh.'

Once again she started her search for Hojo. She looked up a saw a big man who was lifting people up who wanted to crowd surf. Some girl raised her hand and he lifted her. Some guy lifted his and he lifted him too. 'Wow…he must be pretty strong.' Not to her surprise, she was pushed into the guy she had been examining. He looked at her, "You want up?" he hollered at her. Kagome was a rebel, not suicidal. "No thanks…I'm just fine down here," She answered back, her voice cracking slightly. "Kay, but if you want up, just raise your hand." He winked at her before turning to lift another person. Kagome grumbled as she too turned away, "Yeah right, like after everything that has happened I am going to let my self be carried along by a bunch of screaming barbarians who have done nothing but try to kill me since this concert started. I'm not that stupid."

She scowled to herself and glanced over to her left. There he was, jumping up and down and singing along to the songs and looking for all the world like he was having the best time of his life. She really loathed that stupid Hojo. But never the less, he was there and he was her ticket to safety. So she decided to get his attention instead of using her exhausted strength to fight her way to him, and she raised her hand. Very, VERY bad idea. Before she could even process what had happened, much less open her mouth to stop it, she was swept up into strong arms and pushed on top of the large group of crazed maniacs. The sensation was very awkward. She felt like she was and wasn't going to fall at the same time. The hands were at different heights and so her body was in a constant state of unbalance, like she was on an uncomfortable inconsistent wave. Her stomach was turning but the fresh air was a relief. She also noticed that the people were pushing her towards the stage where security guards were grabbing them and lifting them off the crowd and more importantly, out of it. She was almost ecstatic to know that all she had to do was endure the surfing and she would soon be free. That is unless your name is Kagome Higurashi and you have the luck of road kill.

Seconds before reaching her goal, the idiots, who controlled where she went and were pushing along, decided to push her along right into a gap. Oh yes, they were all against her. Give her hope and then painfully take it away, pain in the form of being drop from the air to the ground. Kagome had landed on her stomach, her face against the floor, 'Well, here I'm, on the floor again.' She let a noise escape her mouth that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a whimper. 'I'm having a really bad day.'

Kagome felt like her entire body was broken, and she really didn't want move. She decided to stay on the floor and let people trample her. It would probably feel better than what she had been put through. 'And if it feels worse?…Oh…who cares…bring it on.' However, someone had other thoughts, and presented them by pulling her up off the ground to ask if she was okay. She snorted at him with a "does it look like I'm okay?" glare plastered to her face. He didn't seem to notice and once again she was smooched between roaring fans, her lungs devoid of air and her bones cracking.

Kagome felt her head swim and her eyes drooped as the world faded out of focus only to come back when she was knocked into more people. She tried to stand but stumbled. Her head hurt, her ears were pounding, her breath was hitched, her body broken and her mind dazed.

Her thoughts wavered into incoherency and she shut her eyes as the world spun. The music blared, a girl screamed, boys sang along to the song, words that she couldn't decipher. She saw the people in slow motion, mouths moving, hands in the air, a few guys flipping everyone the bird while chanting what she couldn't hear over the thrum of her heart in the ears.

Kagome lifted her shaking hand to her sweat-drenched forehead and pressed lightly, only to grimace went it hurt, remembering her fall to the ground the second time, wagering she had another bruise. Her mind and eyes fogged slightly, causing her too blink to try and unsuccessfully clear it. She couldn't take it, it was too much. Her body hurt and she stumbled forward and her legs gave out and she fell, waiting to meet the hard floor and the unconsciousness that it would hopefully bring.

But to her surprise, she hadn't met the floor as expected. She felt herself fall onto a strong but soft surface, kinda like a wall, and then she was raised into the air and two…two…two of something held her to the soft wall. But for the life of her she couldn't figure what had happened. Her eyes were still closed and she was still very weak, so she didn't care much what had happened, reviling in the surprising feeling of safety.

She became aware of a soft, slow pound against her ear and it calmed her. The smell radiating from the object was soothing also, blocking the other disturbing smells and filtering her scattered thoughts, bringing with it cool relief. The warmth seeped into her body, easing the ache and making her drowsy. She still couldn't think straight, but she knew enough to know that this moment was definitely the highlight of the night. She had been snatched from the jaws of hell, more commonly called a mosh pit, and was feeling rather nice. She reached a hand up and it came in contact with a soft material. Discovering what was going on was on the tip of her mind, but it was just not clear enough yet. Her mind was still too detached.

She took a deep breath and inhaled more of the soothing scent. And it all came crashing back. She smack herself mentally, 'A WALL? What am I nuts? How could I not realize that someone is holding me? Good Lord I musta been really out of it. I need to thank the guy though.' She shifted slightly and tugged her eyes open to get used to the bright lights and the scenery and to thank the boy holding her. She assumed it was a guy because if it wasn't then it was a very buff woman who smelt like a man and she was to fed-up with the night to try and fathom that type of person existed and was holding her in her muscular arms. The thought was rather revolting.

Her eyes slowly came into focus…very slowly as she realized just how tired and weak she was. But she was so immensely grateful, she just had to thank him before she blacked-out. She turned her neck to study the fuzzy face her eyes refused to focus on. The face stared down with obvious concern, evident even through the haze. She felt cold run through her calming her but making her drift off. She fought it off and forced her eyes to focus, her mouth opening to speak, but she never got a word out. She froze, the sight taking her breath away as the cold returned and pushed her away from the concert, into her inner conscious, which was also fading.

She let it take her, to tired to fight anymore. The vision she had just seen swam momentarily in the darkness before everything ceased and she slipped closely to the edge. One last thought escaped into her consciousness, just as she fell unconscious, and it lingered before also succumbing to the enveloping darkness.

'Amber eyes.'

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A/N: Okay so tell me, and be truthful, every time I wrote "some guy" you thought it was gonna be Inu. Yeah, had to prolong the encounter. He had to show at the end so I could create a cute little cliffhanger. Don't worry though, I'm on a roll so I'm gonna keep going. I was thinking, and I have some great ideas for this fic. It makes me chuckle, I can't wait. Anyway, okay, chapter is over, see ya. Chase

No really, it is over. Seriously. Why would I lie to you? What did you just call me? Well…. I never. Okay, I'm done…I am too awake…you probably think I'm crazy…you might be right. Okay now I am seriously done. It is 4:40 in the morning and I haven't gone to bed. I'm off to get lots and lots of coffee, drink of champions, or just drink of crazy fanfic writers too tired to sleep and to stupid to shut up when the chapter is so OVIOUSLY over. Bye (Short, sweet, and to the point, don't you think.)