I got a bit of a taste of Miyavi's thinking pattern by watching Oresama. You might recognize some things... how I centered his thoughts, italiced them, made them basically one short sentance... Anoo.. or you may not. Miyavi+Inuyasha-Land...MIYAVI-ERA w/Shonen-Ai!! I wanted a kimono-clad man in Inuyasha, so this is a bit of a writers block production.
-ai.therapy
Miyavi was just sitting on his tiger striped and purple bedroll, tuning his beloved acoustic when he kicked his foot, because he felt like it. It banged against something that seemed wooden and he paused in his stroking of the acoustics neck to look upon what it had hit. His pink painted lips turned into a wide O as his peered around and saw a woman in elaborate kimono wear. Miyavi wondered if maybe he was receiving his love from the heavens but looked to the floor—Oh, there was some sort of purple whirlpool ripping through the tatami.
-Whirlpool to another time?-
"Why are you here priestess-sama?" The woman began gathering slim shirts, jewelry, instruments, throwing them through the portal that Miyavi now planned to go into himself—after all, how else would he get his stuff back?!
-Wait, the priestess-sama is really a fangirl.-
"You're mission is to entertain and show the proper making of music!" Her voice boomed through the room and Miyavi hopped from his spot as his beloved was thrown through the portal, "Wait, wait where does this lead to, who am I teaching?"
Makeup, pants, shoes, piercings, paper, favorite pen—Miyavi put on his funky baseball hat and jumped through the portal.
-It's warm…-
It was only a moment of fear before he landed onto the ground which was very hard.
-Sakura petals?-
He didn't know how, but he had landed on something hard while still getting sakura petals all over himself. There was a boy underneath him, …
-He smells.-
"Inuyasha, it's a girl!" Miyavi got off of the boy and looked around. This was Japan.
"My homeland? Where am I in Japan?" There was a sakura tree, a boy in red traditional wear, and a girl in Tokyo highschool wear—from a couple years back. They've changed the uniform since then.
"Fangirl? Do you know who I am?"
The boy had silver ears—had claws. No.
"Is this Inuyasha?" The half demon… he knew this.
Inuyasha was up by now, and Kagome had come to look very closely at him.
"Kagome, is this boy from your time?"
"What do you mean boy, this is a girl."
-Time before boys look like girls?-
-This is worse than I thought.-
"I'm a boy" Miyavi said to Kagome, looking around, "This is feudal Japan, this is the tree that Inuyasha was pinned to, and your Kagome." Their reaction was the typical, disbelief and Inuyasha shouting, "Who are you?"
"I am Miyavi" Said boy began to believe that he should really not have taken on this journey, "I am a musician from a time after Kagome's, and in my time, your lives are part of a famous story."
"I was told to entertain and show how to make proper music." Kagome was in shock. Miyavi didn't really care too much, but was more contemplating how to become known in this era. "Once I've done this, I return home…with all of my belongings…"
-Where are they? My beloved…-
"It's okay Miyavi—" Kagome began, too which Inuyasah began to leave and Miyavi looked around, beginning to follow Inuyasha. "Wait, Miyavi, Inuyasha, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Kaede's hut, I know how to get there from here, it's okay." Miyavi answered, Inuyasha pausing and stopping as he watched in bewilderment—the sight was too much. Miyavi had tight and baggy jeans on, a pink tank top, and wooden sandles on that clacked as he ran into the distance. His purple tinged black braids swung beneath the multicolored hat he wore and his samurai ponytail came through the top of said hat.
Compare to Kagome, long, black haired girl in short green shirt with a white, green collared shirt. Her flare was a red ribbon on the shirt.
Miyavi's was the ear, nose, lip, and brow piercings—not to mention Buddha's words across his chest, and hot pink on his lips, above his eyes—oh.
-I'm causing a disturbance-
Miyavi nodded and ducked his head, waving and smiling to the whole of the village people, heading to Kaede's hut and muttering, "I'm with Kagome, I come in peace, I come in peace…"
Kaede stood from her spot among the herbs and looked to him, "My sister has told me of your coming."
-Old hag-sama.-
"I'm from the future—I know all of your names and all about the events that will—
Oh… I stopped at volume six…-
"I know most of the events that will happen…" Kaede stirred her pot of herbs—she had put them in as he talked.
"Nonsense your speaking, I don't need to hear this. I told you Kikyou explained to me all about you." Miyavi looked surprised—you know, mouth into an O, eyes wide, very animated—"The woman that appeared before you was my sister, but she has a crush on you so she decided to dress fancy. I did her makeup."
"Old hag-sama is very talented at makeup." As long as you have the sama, it's respectful.
The old people always see it that way.
"You are to travel with Inuyasha, and you are to teach them music skillz."
"Music skills?"
"No, Miyavi, you heard me, music skillz."
"So these music skillz, I've lost all my instruments. Even anything I brought with me… It's all gone. I'm going to go find it."
"It's in this pot here, Miyavi."
Miyavi went over to the pot and looked into it, "Why are you cooking my clothes…guitars…everything with herbs? You should add some soy sauce… or… maybe spices… Wait, stop cooking them!"
"Alright I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention." Kaede splashed water from her sink onto the fire. "Hey old hag-sama, where did you get the plumbing?"
"That's yours too, Kikyou was very generous in what she brought over."
Inuyasha arrived.
"Kaede?! What are you wearing?"
"Decked out in a sidetipped tiger baseball hat: ten dollars
Those baggy pants Miyavi is so fond of: A mere ninety dollars—
Fresh, graffiti long sleeved shirt: Not a smudge, only sixty bucks"
"Are you wearing my underwear too?"
Kaede gave him a lopsided smile, "You know it."
Review please if you'd like more. Forgive me for the lack of detail, I'm still in MYV-MODE remember, and--yeah. I know.
Or, at minimun, put it on your alert list. This was, actually, a bit tricky to write... Lol.
