Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Author's Note: Well… Hello there This is a story that I have had rolling around in my brain for MONTHS! I mean… An entire school semester. I would even find myself writing bits and pieces DURING classes…Oops. Ha-ha.
Anyway. The story is about rich guy, Inuyasha, and bar dancer, Kagome (think Coyote Ugly and not hookers ). Could a chance meet lead to something more? What is Kagome's secret? What happened in Inuyasha's past to make him abandon his life as a music star? Can these two broken people fix each other? Or, will their lives shatter around them?
Please R&R and enjoy! No flames or mean spirited comments!
Now, onto the story.
Chapter One: Intervention
Inuyasha Takashi jogged down the stairs of his home towards the front door, from which a pounding could be heard.
"I'm coming! Damn it." Inuyasha called. He was already annoyed. He knew that the pounding had to be coming from one of his close friends or family members; no one else knew the front gates security code.
"What?" Inuyasha shouted as he threw the door open. Standing before him was his "brother" Miroku Hoshi, an annoying grin on his face. Beside him were his girlfriend Sango Taijiya and their good friend Ayame Wolfe.
"Get dressed, we're going out." Miroku said, pushing his way into the house.
"No." Inuyasha said, slamming the door once his friends were congregated in the foyer. Inuyasha turned and walked into the living room. He went to the small bar in the corner and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a glass of the brown liquid and slumped onto the sofa.
"Yes!" Sango cried, trying to take the glass from the annoyed half demon. His reflexes were too quick for her though. He launched himself off of the sofa and landed gracefully on his feet, safely out of reach. He downed the contents of the glass, giving Sango a defiant smile.
"No way in hell." Inuyasha said, slamming the glass on the marble bar.
"Dude, seriously." Miroku said. "You can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?" Inuyasha asked.
"Getting drunk in the comfort of your own home, all alone, almost every night." Ayame said, eyeing the empty liquor bottles that cluttered the bar top. "Avoiding your friends. Self-destructing. Walking down the path of losing everything."
"It isn't every night!" Inuyasha exclaimed as he grabbed the empties and tossed them into a nearby wastebasket. "I'm not avoiding you guys and… well… I guess I am doing the other things. But, what else am I supposed to do?"
"Tonight? Coming to Koga's with Sango, Ayame and me." Miroku said. "And we will work on the rest of the days after tonight."
"As I said, no way in hell." Inuyasha said, pulling out the bottle of bourbon. He poured a shot and downed it. When he looked back at the bar he saw that Miroku had snagged the bottle. Inuyasha reached for it but Miroku quickly dodged him. "Give it back, Hoshi!" Inuyasha shouted, chasing his friend into the kitchen.
"I won't! Not until you get a grip." Miroku said.
"A grip? On what? I have a grip! My life sucks. I have nothing anymore! There, grip gotten." Inuyasha shouted. Flexing his clawed hands he took a fighting stance. He was ready to take that damn Miroku down. Then he lunged. He tackled a shocked Miroku to the ground, causing the bourbon bottle in his hand to shatter. The thick brown liquid streamed across the floor, soaking into the fighting men's clothing. They rolled around, dodging punches and shouting incoherently.
Sango and Ayame watched in shock. Jumping onto the sofa to avoid being knocked off their feet.
"Yash!" Miroku shouted, "Snap out of it!" Miroku flipped so that Inuyasha was on his back, pinned by the wrists. Inuyasha kneed Miroku in the groin, causing Miroku to fall over, breathless. Inuyasha went to stand but Miroku reached out, hands shaking, and pulled him down by his hair. Inuyasha hit the floor with a thud and Miroku elbowed him in the stomach.
"Why can't you just leave me be? Let me suffer, damn it! Who cares if I spiral out of control? I have nowhere else to go!" Inuyasha shouted.
The two lay there for a second, regaining their strength.
Just as they were about to attack each other again, a scream broke them both from their trance. Ayame was standing on the back of the sofa, screaming as loud as she could. Beside her, Sango had something in her hands. She tossed it onto the floor. Whatever it was shattered on impact. It spun in a circle before sliding to a stop beside the fighting friends.
Inuyasha and Miroku looked at it. It was a picture. A picture of them, back stage at the Music Awards, right after Inuyasha won Artist of the Decade. They were smiling and happy. Inuyasha was even a little teary eyed.
"Are you finished now?" Sango asked, jumping down and helping Miroku to his feet. Miroku reached down and extended his hand to Inuyasha. Inuyasha wasn't paying attention; he just stared at the photo.
Ayame crouched down in front of her friend, "He hasn't gone far you know? The Inuyasha in that picture. We just want him back." She said, tears streaking her cheeks. Inuyasha felt knot form in his stomach. He didn't want her to cry. Not because of him. He didn't want anyone he loved to suffer on his behalf.
Inuyasha reached out and wiped a tear from Ayame's cheek, "I…I'm sorry. I didn't realize." He said. Ayame smiled and pulled the shocked half demon to his feet. She hugged him tightly and nearly jumped for joy when he hugged her back.
"Miroku," Inuyasha said, pulling away from Ayame, "I am so sorry man." He extended his hand in truce.
Miroku shook his hand, "Nah. No big thing. You're forgiven."
"So," Sango said, "I think we should be going. Koga is probably waiting."
"Umm, I think we should change first." Miroku said, pointing out he and Inuyasha's bourbon soaked clothing.
"Yeah. C'mon, Hoshi, you can borrow something of mine." Inuyasha said leading his brother up stairs to the master bedroom.
"What the fuck happened to me, Miroku?" Inuyasha said, stripping down to his boxer shorts.
Miroku emerged from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers. "After what happened with the she-devil, no one expected you to come out unscathed. What we didn't expect was for you to spiral so far down. I am just glad that we seemed to be able to get through to you."
Inuyasha smiled, "You definitely got through… I just hope I can stay… gotten through to."
"We don't expect everything to get better in one night. What we do expect is for you to stop alienating us and to let us help you."
Inuyasha smiled and turned towards his closet, "Color preference?" He asked as he opened the double doors.
"I swear to God," Miroku said, "You have the closet of a chick. Hell, calling it a closet is an insult to closets. This is a fucking room." Miroku stepped inside the room closet and looked around. Everything was organized by occasion, then by color, thanks to Sango being bored one day.
"Yeah, well I had to make the closet bigger. Designers kept sending me their shit to wear. I had to make room. Seeing as Sango nearly killed me for folding that Armani suit."
Miroku laughed, "Oh, I remember that. She threw a plate at the wall when she got home. She said it is a slap in the face to the designer. Crazy woman."
"Alright. Enough about Sango and her craziness." Inuyasha threw his arms open, "Pick anything you want."
Miroku beamed like a kid in a candy store. "Oh, dude." He said before completely tearing apart the closet.
Inuyasha ignored the chaos around him as he carefully selected a pair of dark jeans, a black button down with silver pin stripes and a black jacket. Taking his clothes, Inuyasha went back into the bedroom to dress in peace, dodging the occasional rogue shoe and tie, being thrown about by Miroku.
"That is more like it!" Miroku exclaimed, emerging from the closet ten minutes later. He wore a purple button down; left unbuttoned to show off the tight black tee he wore underneath, black slacks and black wingtip shoes. "There is my best friend!" he said, spinning Inuyasha towards a mirror.
"You do know that I never really went anywhere, don't you?" Inuyasha asked, fastening his favorite Cartier watch around his wrist.
"That's what you think, brother man." Miroku said, opening the bedroom door. He gestured for Inuyasha to lead the way; the half demon obeyed.
"Keh. Whatever." Inuyasha said, returning to his defiant old self.
"There he is!" Sango cried as Inuyasha and Miroku descended the huge staircase. "Out of the sweat pants and into his real clothes! Hottie, hottie! "
"Mr. Sexy has returned!" Ayame said.
"Sango," Inuyasha said, throwing on his favorite trench coat, "You do realize that Miroku can hear you right? And Ayame, I'm telling Koga."
"Koga knows my eyes are only for him." Ayame said, with a smile.
"Besides," Miroku said, "I agree with Sango, you're a total hottie." With that Miroku threw himself around Inuyasha's shoulders, squealing like a crazy fan-girl.
"Get off me!" Inuyasha shouted, pushing his friend away.
"C'mon," Miroku said laughing. "We're going to be late."
"Late? For what? It is only nine o'clock." Inuyasha said.
Sango rolled her eyes, "Kagome's is starting her gig at Koga's tonight. We don't want to miss the opening."
"What is a Kagome?" Inuyasha asked, following the others out to the car.
"Not what." Ayame said, "Who."
"Alright," Inuyasha said, jumping swiftly into the passenger seat of Miroku's convertible. "Who is Kagome?"
Sango and Ayame looked at each other and giggled. "You'll see." They said in unison.
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at the giggling females, who had taken their seats in the back seat, "Whatever you two are plotting, stop. I am not interested."
"What ever do you mean Inuyasha?" Sango said innocently.
"We're not plotting anything." Ayame said, with the same mockingly sweet tone.
"Yeah right." Inuyasha said, turning around.
Miroku pealed out of the driveway and caught the girls' eyes in the rearview mirror. The three exchanged a devious smile.
Oh yeah. They weren't plotting.
Much.
Author's note- Woot woot! First chapter down! PLEASE review and tell me your thoughts. I make no promises on when the next chapter will be up. I just started a new job and I am currently very busy with training. That and I am going away for the holiday weekend. I am going to try to upload chapter two before Friday but I make no promises. Please be patient and REVIEW so that I know I am not writing for nothing. Be kind and don't flame!
LOVE YOU ALL!
Seraphina.