Music of the Night
By ReverberatingSilence

Disclaimer: Inuyasha I own not, as for the plot…tis mine!

Music of the Night
Chapter One: A New Voice

Inuyasha stared intently out his window into the night air. It was well past eleven, but he could not bring himself to sleep. He knew that he had school the next day, yet the thought was long gone from his mind.

All that he could hear or understand was the chords running through his head and when sounded fit, scribbled onto paper. Not all nights consisted of late night 'composing' as his brother called it, no. He was not a genius who could come up with a score at will. But, from time to time a sound- a soft vibration- would attach itself in his mind and keep him from focusing on anything else until that chord was struck.

And of course, as soon as that chord was struck Inuyasha found himself writing a whole song to go with it. After all, what was one note alone on its own? Nothing that would get you very far, that's what.

Now however, something plagued the deep corners of his mind keeping this particular song from being complete. It was a lingering omen that he should quit before too long, give it up and move on to a new hobby. But why would he think such things? The thought sickened him, yet enticed him all the same. He couldn't make sense of the feelings surging through him, so he focused intently on the music before him. Inuyasha knew well that if he tried to sleep that he would fail...miserably. His mind was not something he could simply shut off, but he sometimes wished it were.

Another thought lingered in his mind, causing Inuyasha to stop writing for the night. He stared at the empty house across from his, staring into the dark, vacant bedroom before him. He knew the house had been sold, so why was he afraid? What could possibly be moving into that house that would cause fear to course through his very being? He figured it had to be the fact he was up so late; his mind was simply playing with him.

But it had not been just that night. Many nights he sat staring at that house, knowing very soon it would bustle with the light of family. Something he didn't want to see yet could not wait to watch silently. He often came up with good scores that way.

Ah, simple minded is this man. He needs to stop, though he never can. And when the time had come to act. He runs away, and that's a fact. Inuyasha shook his head tiredly and knew it was good and well time to go to sleep. He silently cleaned up the music sheets upon his desk and cut out the desk lamp.

He walked across his room and fell tiredly onto his deep crimson bed. A yawn finally came out of his mouth and he shook his head before rolling over and falling asleep.

"Inuyasha!"

Inuyasha tiredly turned around, trying to force back another yawn. He was too tired for his own good, but thankfully it was a Friday...which meant TONS of sleeping in. He saw that it was Miroku, a man whom he called a friend but wasn't quite sure why.

"Hey Miroku, what's up?" Inuyasha asked when the other boy had caught up to him. Miroku caught his breath and then turned to his friend.

"Not much, just wondering if you heard about the new student. I heard she was a girl." Miroku's eyebrows rose suggestively and Inuyasha sighed.

"No I haven't," he said, ignoring Miroku's previous thoughts. "Why don't you tell me about her?"

Miroku smiled, as if glad to describe that which he did not know. "I heard she was from Odaiba. She's just moved to Tokyo with her family. And she'll be at the school today! In our grade too!" Miroku's smile was quite retarded and Inuyasha took note to not be seen with the other man that day. At least, until he calmed down a bit.

They entered the main hall before parting their separate ways. They would not be seeing much of each other until third period, when they'd be in the same class. Inuyasha was currently making his way to English. He hated the class, though he loved to write. The teacher was an ass and obviously didn't know how to do her job. He missed the old one, though he had passed away some time ago.

Inuyasha took his seat in the back corner. He didn't sit there by choice, no he'd rather be somewhere in the middle...near Sango or something. But the teacher seemingly hated his guts, thus she kept him as far away from her as possible.

The late bell rang and Mrs. Tatiana entered the class, looking as stern as ever. Her dark, narrow eyes stared out above the rims of her reading glasses. Her hair was tied in a tight red bun and her outfit looked as though she had come out of a concentration camp. Inuyasha groaned and could already sense the day would bear nothing he would enjoy.

"Students, I have an announcement. So pay attention!" Everyone turned to the front and pretended to listen, though more than half of them were in their own little world. Lucky them. "We have a new student. She'll be joining a few of you in most of your classes. She is a third year student and has just moved here from Odiaba. Please, introduce yourself." Tatiana sounded as if she couldn't have cared less about the new kid. It was just another 'F' to write in her book.

A girl entered the room and Inuyasha looked up from his homework. Yeah, she definitely had to be from Odiaba. Tokyo rarely found girls that pretty. Atleast, in his part of Tokyo. He shook his head, he was beginning to sound like Miroku.

She bore the usual school attire but did not have her hair wrapped up as most girls did. Long black waves fell on either side of her face, framing two very nervous filled eyes. She turned to Tatiana who merely nodded her head. "Hello, I am Higurashi Kagome. It's a pleasure to be here with all of you." She bowed slightly and Inuyasha cold tell the girl was extremely nervous. But why? Is she just shy? That's...kind of weirdhe thought, but decided to think nothing of it.

Tatiana pointed to the seat by Sango, informing Kagome that she was to sit there the rest of the year. Kagome went to her desk silently, and began pulling out books. Inuyasha could only wonder if there was something wrong with the girl or if she was truly just shy.

The rest of the day had been uneventful and tiring for Inuyasha. He was glad to be going home, and extremely glad to know he'd be there for two days. Sure, he had homework. But he'd much rather work at home than sit in a crowded class in rusted up desks. Yes, it felt good to be out of that prison.

He bid farewell to Miroku and made his way down the street. When he grew nearer to his house he realized that something was different. Obviously, someone had moved into the house next to his. He had been right! For once his mind had forewarned him...and there had been a reason. He felt like dancing.

He shook his head and turned away from the now lit house and entered his own. He said hello to his mother before walking into his room. He didn't bother to cut on the light, due to the fact a large amount of sunlight was still pouring in.

He cut on his stereo and made his way over to the desk, singing along to the gentle tune that rippled through the once silent air. He opened up his backpack and began to silently work on the homework he had been given, not really sure why he decided to do it so soon.

About two hours later he found himself staring vacantly out the window in front of him. The light was on in the once dark room, and he waited as if he would find something worth looking at. But as time passed, he saw nothing and grew tired. He leaned forward and opened the window, letting the evening air rush into his room. The wind was blowing softly, and felt marvelous against his face. The sun was setting in the farther distance, causing his room to glow in soft colors. The twilight zone...it was always his favorite part of the day. Anyone who did not like it had to just be crazy.

Suddenly, Inuyasha heard an unusual sound. Something he never thought he'd hear so close. Quickly, he used his remote to pause his CD and listened closer. The wind rustled through his black hair and with it sent the whispers of a voice.

A soft voice, lingering into the night air and drawing in all of his senses. He walked behind his desk and leaned out of the window. He looked down for the voice, and then looked to the street...but saw no one. He decided not to find the keeper of the sound, for it may just ruin the emotion all together. Sometimes, things are more easily enjoyed when your imagination was all that accompanied it, that was how Inuyasha saw it.

He envisioned a small girl, with soft dark eyes. She had deep, thick hair that the wind would easily breeze through and toss around. She seemed frail, her face made of porcelain...she was a goddess. Inuyasha closed his eyes and leaned against the window frame. He continued to listen to the soft voice until it stopped abruptly, the last note echoing through the wind that blew it away before silencing it all together.

Inuyasha, thrown out of the spell, opened his eyes and stared across to a girl that almost looked identical to the one he had imagined. He blinked a few times before smiling softly at her. "So that was you then? You're quite talented."

The girl smiled and blushed. "Thank you. Had I known you were listening, I wouldn't have disturbed you." Inuyasha shook his head and waved his hand, the smile still lingering.

"Don't worry about it. Had it bothered me I would've shut the window. But, like I said, you have a beautiful voice."

The girl blushed again and looked away, her raven hair covering her face. "You did not say it was beautiful."

"Well then, I've said it now. There's nothing about it that should cause you to feel embarrassed anyway!" Inuyasha exclaimed, causing the girl to turn around. He laughed and then looked at her once again. "Well, seeing as we are now neighbors...I shall introduce myself. I'm Inuyasha."

The girl smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. Shyly she looked at him with a smile of her own. "Higurashi Kagome. It's a pleasure, Inuyasha." She bowed formally, but Inuyasha quickly instructed that she didn't need to be formal with him.

A sound erupted from Kagome's house, causing the small girl to jump. She turned around and softly yelled back. Inuyasha found it amazing that, even as she screamed, her voice was so soft. She turned back to him with apology written all along her face.

"I'm sorry, Inuyasha, but mother calls. I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow then!" She bowed again, causing Inuyasha to send her a playful glare, and then shut her window and exiting her room. Inuyasha closed his window as well and smiled. At long last, he had found someone who had a passion for what he did. A beautiful angel and goddess of song...how could he have been blessed anymore?

Sure, he could've been overdoing it. But her soft voice still reverberated through his thoughts, etching their way into every other sentence that he thought to himself. He couldn't get her out of his head. Not in a sick perverted way, but in a way that only a true master of song couldn't.

He felt drawn to her, and hoped that she would feel the same towards him. He could already see the two singing in the dark of night, teaching each other new methods and mixing their voices into one lasting note that would quiver in the wind. It was amazing...

He went to bed that night with the same voice echoing through his head, and a longing to hear it again the next day. In his dreams one thought lingered in his head-besides the voice- Kagome seemed awfully familiar to him.

(tbc)

There's chapter one! Kind of a prologue in all honesty, but chapter one none-the-less. Reviews would be appreciated! They'll like...inspire me! And, plus, you get an Inuyasha plushie that sings out of it! .

(Spike)