Full Summary: Inuyasha Miyazaki has always fancied himself a normal person with a normal girlfriend and family. Sure, his girlfriend bawls when anything death-related is mentioned, and his jackass older brother is scared to death of prawns (dead or alive), but everyone has their reasons- and Inuyasha Miyazaki has come to believe in the power of reasons. But when he met Jakotsu Himekawa, the Great Defiler of Human Laws, the Boy Without Purpose,- well, that's when the confusion started.
A/N: I noticed that there're almost no JakotsuXInuyasha fan fictions out there…that
kinda sucks. So, I guess that's what drove me most to write this. Although, it's
not really gonna be the whole romancy-ooh-I-love-you kind of sap thing. This
story's actually pretty good, and now I figure I'm not gonna ruin it with pointless
clichés and sentimental bullshit, because it's not how this is gonna be.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha or anything Inuyasha-related (come on, Rumiko Takashi created the series- do you think she'd want to waste her time torturing herself with another Inuyasha-related story?). HOWEVER (however- however- however), all the stories I write and post are mine. Seriously man. Dun & with my stories, man, oh I's gun be all up on ya'll wid mah gangsta gun en stuff. Actually no.
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Prologue- Steel Train Road
"You've got a lotta gall," I growl to a certain black-haired freak walking ahead of me, staring at him with all the hate I figure could be mustered up into one stare-down. He bites further into the stupid pink-and-sky-blue pencil I'd bought and has been holding onto this whole time, with those teeth- those horrible, short, straight, not-so-white-but-just-enough teeth. Teeth I know only too well. And he's grinning- like he's the shit.
Name of nemesis? Himekawa, Jakotsu. Physical description? About five feet, eight inches, black hair- Casper-like pale skin. It's so pale it's translucent. I'm serious.
"Oh, Yashie," he says, lightheartedly, "you're just annoyed now. It's not that bad- you'll learn to love me." He winks.
Do I need to go into how much this guy annoys me?
"Oh, I don't think so," I reply, running up to him. I'm still trying to pry the gum out of my hair- I feel sticky and dirty. I cover my nose a little- he smells overpoweringly like Coke and whiteout. It's from the fight we had earlier- I'm still recovering, but he's probably forgotten all about it by now.
He looks back at me, all bleeding eyeliner and whiteout "warrior makeup" and messed up hair and this huge fucking grin that I hate, and it's all over for him. I could punch him right now. I could kill him. I could rip out his guts and put 'em in a bowl, fry 'em, and sauté them with the nastiest, raunchiest horseradish I can find. Or I can make myself mini in order to go inside his body (not the sick way- definitely not the sick way) and clog his arteries with Original Flavor Bazooka Bubble Gum that I will buy from a CVS employee named Kouga Kurasama- what goes around, comes around. And in this case, it's going to come around from me. What he did to me will never be forgotten.
"Well, what're you gonna do to punish me, Yasha?" he asks suggestively.
Do I really need to go into how much this guy annoys me?
"I'm just gonna abandon you! I'm gonna go back to my girlfriend, right now!" I scream. I don't really care that half the city is staring at us- me covered in pink goo, him drenched in soda and paint. A little girl points. I turn around to her and give her a raspberry. Little bitch. She runs away, freaked out.
"Aww, no, Yashie!" he wails, jumping back to me. Before I can whip out my really gangster-fly mini-stapler that I also bought today and attack him with it, or even scream for help, any kind of help, oh Good God, Sweet Lord, help me, he's clinging onto me, cheek pressed against my back, arms around my chest, wailing like mad Hell. "Please don't! I don't want anyone to have you but me! I mean, I'm not gonna stop bothering you, but please don't go, Yasha!"
"Alright! Alright!" I say, shaking him off me like a bad disease. "I won't go! I never will! Just leave. Me. The Hell. ALONE!"
He crashes to the floor in a heap of twisted limbs, like the clumsy fool bastard he is. He looks at me and gets all starry-eyed. "You mean it, Yasha? You'll never leave?"
"No! Just shut up! I won't go if you just shut up!" I say. Good Lord. Now I'm pleading with him. This scene should be all backwards. This scene shouldn't even be happening. But it is. It's backwards, and happening, yes, Miyazaki Inuyasha, it's happening and it is goddamn real.
Jakotsu smiles, gently, a real smile. Something sincere- the first in days. Getting up, he says, "Oh, Yasha, you're the best ever," like he's really believing me. And, I know I don't want to believe it, but he does believe me- always has, and I don't reckon he'll ever stop. He pauses, not knowing what to do next, just standing there.
"Whaaat?" I ask.
He looks at me for a while. He's not smiling now- he doesn't really have an expression. He's just staring at me with those huge gray eyes. And he giggles. And then his giggle deepens into a cackle, and he cocks his head back, laughing with his mouth wide open like some kind of lunatic. I put my head down and shield it with my hand. God, if anyone recognizes me with this maniac in tow, I might as well tell W6.7 FMmy name, swim to Cuba, and tell Castro I'm capitalist. He's just laughing, loudly, obnoxiously, hysterically, and is now outstretching his arms like an airplane. He twirls around. He's still laughing, so loud now that people are literally coming out of stores (the small deli-type store; but I figure that he'll be attracting crowds from Iowa in a matter of moments, the way he's getting loud) to see the insane homo who's causing all the ruckus. The laugh builds and builds higher and higher and now I'm not even making an attempt to hide myself from society, I'm just staring, because I don't fucking believe how he can keep this up. Arms outstretched like he's flying, he twirls around in a perfect 360 degree circle. Himekawa Jakotsu is the only completely free person I know.
"Come on. Stop that. You're gonna break it even more than you already did," I grumble, referring to my pink I-pod that he has now tied securely around his shoulder and under his arm. The screen's cracked and a small chunk of it has been cut off, revealing some metal chippy stuff that I don't know about. To tie it around his shoulder, he's used the earphone wire, which is breaking at the ends. In fact, looking closer at it, one of the earbud things is also gone.
He looks at me and smiles. "Oh, Yasha! Look at me! Let go, Yasha! Let's just be free!"
"Yeah yeah," I mutter. "Cut it out. We gotta get home somehow…I'm not gonna twirl around like some fairy ballerina, so shove that idea right up your ass. Now come on."
"Okay, Yasha!" he says, catching up to me. I'm walking ahead. The city we're in is foreign.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Five to ten," he says.
I sigh, and look at the blue sky way up ahead of me. It'll be a miracle if I ever get this stuff out of my hair. Actually, it'll be a miracle if I can get my driver's license back. And, come to think of it, it'll be a miracle if Jakotsu ever leaves me alone.
It'll be a miracle id I ever get home.
What?
You ingrate! You bastard! What the hell kind of question is that! You asshole!
I go through the shit of explaining all this and only now you ask me this!
Alright, so now you wanna know how this all began?
Well, buckle your fucking seatbelts, kiddies- it's a long way to Hell.
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A/N: Wow that was gay. And confusing. ButI thought it was pretty good.Oh well! Will continue later. Bye, lovers. Review if you're kind enough.