InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Uptown Girl ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own `Inuyasha' nor `Uptown Girl' by Billy Joel. I hope that you enjoy this story as much as I have in writing it. This is disclaimer is for the entire story.

 

 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…Up town Girl?

 

The song played over the speakers of the well reputed automotive repair shop, as he walked in. His silvery hair was cut short, stylish in an expensive way, working well with his rugged good looks. As the leather creaked with every step of his black oxfords, the youth moved closer to the front counter of the maintenance shop. He slid his hand casually into his dark brown Dockers, fumbling for the keys to his car. Glancing over his shoulder out of the huge front window, he spied his pride and joy, a cherry red 1965 Ford Mustang convertible. A tear came to his amber eyes as he thought of all that he'd put that car through and thus the reason for the visit to the mechanic's shop. Turning back to the counter, he eyed the grimy, heavy set man as he moved closer, second guessing his decision to bring in his car for a tune up.

 

“What can I do for you, Young man?” the aforementioned grease monkey asked.

 

Gathering his wits about him, the young man replied, “I need to have a tune up on my car.”

 

“You've come to the right place. What kind of car is it?” the grease monkey commented as he turned back to the computer he was working on to form the ticket for the car.

 

“It's a Ford Mustang.”

 

“Year?”

 

“1965.”

 

“Engine?”

 

“289.”

 

After a few minutes and some clicking on the keyboard, the heavy set man said, “I'll get my best mechanic on your vehicle. However, it won't be done until next week. I'm sorry for the delay.”

 

A look of shock crossed the young man's face as his white, dog like ears flattened to his skull as his anger rose, “What do you mean `next week?' I thought that a tune up at this place took only a couple of hours!! What's the hold up?”

 

Taken aback by the irritated gentleman before him, the heavy set men took a dirty rag from his back pocket and ran it over his face to help disperse the sweat that suddenly appeared on his skin as he replied, “We only have one mechanic that works exclusively on cars, such as yours. If you would like, we can provide you with a loaner vehicle until yours is finished.”

 

The bile rose in the young man's throat at the implied insult of the offered loaner car compared to his beloved Mustang. “Do you know who I am?!” he roared, drawing the attention of all the people, both customers and mechanics, to his argument with the grease monkey.

 

As the furry of the young man flowed across the counter, the heavy set man, crouched as close to his computer behind the safety of the counter as he replied, “Yes, Mr. Inuyasha Taisho. It was because of your valued business that I offered the loaner vehicle. I'm sure that some arrangement could be made to get your vehicle worked on to be done in a day or so, but I would have to talk with the head mechanic and … busy.” He purposely blurred the last part in the description of his lead mechanic, not wanting to incur more rage from the young Taisho.

 

“Well then get him out here so that I can explain the situation,” Inuyasha exclaimed, his temper knowing no bounds as his agitation with the grease monkey increased.

 

As if on queue a lithe mechanic in extra large grease covered overalls walked up to the desk, wiping the grease from his hands as he asked, “Is there a problem, Chuck? I heard some yelling all the way into the parts trailer out back.” A grease covered Cubs had covered the head of the mechanic, pulled low over his face, obscuring any facial features to the casual observer. Through the back of the hat, long grease and dirt covered hair hung down his back, hanging in a pony tail to the waist of the coveralls.

 

Addressing the mechanic, Chuck replied, “Mr. Taisho, here, has brought in his car for a tune up. He was rather upset that you're booked and wouldn't be able to get to it until next week. I tried to explain your workload, but he insisted on speaking with you.”

 

Taking a peek from under his hat, the lead mechanic assessed the young man. With a shake of the head, the mechanic addressed Mr. Taisho, “I do apologize for the inconvenience in regards to your Mustang. I'm actually ahead of schedule and will be able to work on it first thing tomorrow morning. If you would like, we could have one of our mechanics give you a lift home, or would you prefer to call for a ride?”

 

As his anger ebbed at the words of the mechanic, he quickly thought of his options, “Sesshy is probably at his girlfriend's house, making out. And Kikyo is probably out with friends. I know my parents wouldn't set foot down here, even if they were home. I guess that leaves…”

 

He turned to the lithe mechanic as he replied, “I'd prefer to get a ride home. But I will not pay for it.”

 

A sly smile crossed the hidden face of the lithe mechanic as he replied, “I wouldn't expect you to, Mr. Taisho. This is a service that we provide free of charge. Now if you would please take a seat. I'll have one of the `guys' take you home as soon as one gets done with what they are doing.”

 

A low growl of discontent escaped the young man's throat at having to wait any longer in the retched place. If it hadn't been for the extremely high recommendation of his friend Miroku, Inuyasha would never have thought of bringing his car to the Rojo Lobo Auto Shop.