"Institutionalized" - An Inuyasha Fanfiction
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own anything, blah blah blah, Inuyasha is the intellectual property of Rumiko Takahashi...so on and so forth, I make no money from this fanwork. Etc. etc.
Now that that jargon is out of the way, let's get to the story already.
[A/N] This is a work of fiction, names, locations and the like are made up for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter 1: Detained
"They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy"
Suicidal Tendencies- Institutionalized
Clearwater Beach, San Diego County, California, 1985
He was always morbidly curious as to what the back of a police cruiser felt like, he didn't expect it to be quite like this. Funny, he always imagined it would smell more like vomit and piss. It still smelled like vomit and piss although the smell was very faint. Thankfully, the little tree air freshener in the rear-view mirror was doing a pretty good job of masking it. Miroku sighed, here it was 3am on a Saturday and while his band mates made a hasty retreat from under the bridge, he was left behind with the can of red spray paint firmly clutched in his right hand. Bad enough that his parents already considered him a fuck-up for never applying to college or getting a job after High School. Add to the fact that he spent most days staying up late, jerking it, or drawing heavy metal logos in a notebook for a band that probably will never make it anywhere (well according to his dad at least). Maybe heavy metal was just his way of rebelling against his stuffy uptight parents who never quite understood him. They were traditional, he was modern. Even though his parents would never admit it, the high expectations they had for their son were pretty much doomed from the moment he brought home a Black Sabbath cassette.
Although he and his younger sister Rin were born here, his parents faced many hardships for the so-called "American Dream". In the sixties they had left Japan for California, a young couple very much in love looking for a bright future in a foreign land far from home. Within just a few years the couple started a family consisting of a son and a daughter. His mother was a housewife and his father a claims adjuster for a pretty big insurance firm despite prejudices that still lingered from a postwar America. His parents really wanted nothing but the best for him and his younger sister even if it meant sucking the fun out of every second of his childhood. It was always, stand up straight, tuck in your shirt, wipe that grin off of your face. Hardly ever did he hear the words. "Well done son!" or "That's my Boy!" like any other normal child would hear from their parents. Nope, screw that! His parents didn't know the meaning of the word praise, with them it was always "Try harder" or "Why have you messed up"
For his parents, it was really too bad all their high expectations for their only son backfired in the worst way possible.
Miroku remembered being around six years old when his dad gave him a violin, expecting him to practice until he became some kind of prodigy. That never happened. Although he was skilled, he lacked the passion to continue. It was then a fed-up twelve year old Miroku decided to ditch the violin and go to an instrument that daddy would definitely not approve of; the electric guitar. He remembered seeing it hung high on the wall of the music shop, a flashy black and white Gibson flying V. He knew he had to have it. Thoughts of that beautiful hunk of wood, metal, and strings consumed his mind. Only one problem, how was he ever going to afford the price tag? Was he going to get a summer job mowing lawns or cleaning out gutters? Nah, that wasn't his style. There was another, more thrilling way to get the cash he so desperately needed, he would gamble for it.
Miroku started out small, games of dice near the blacktop at his middle school and eventually moved to card games like poker and gin rummy. Luck was definitely on his side because within less than four months he had raked in enough cash to buy his dream machine. When Miroku first held the guitar in his hands, he felt like King Arthur pulling Excalibur out of the stone, the guitar begging him to play her. He couldn't believe it was finally his!
Twelve year-old Miroku straightened his KISS army belt buckle before slinging the guitar strap over his shoulder. He'll never forget the horrified look on his dad's face when he brought the instrument home that chilly October night.
Yep, music was Miroku's calling and seven years later at age nineteen his passion had still not diminished in the slightest. If anything it got bigger as delusions of grandeur swam around in his mind. Miroku the badass rock-star with a Hollywood Hills mansion, lots of beautiful women at his beck and call, and a fat cat MTV promo with royalties from his platinum debut album coming out of the wazoo.
Outside of the police cruiser the officer shone his flashlight into the window where Miroku was handcuffed.
"Alright kid, time to go down to the station, don't even think of trying anything stupid."
The officer flicked his cigarette butt on the pavement as he jostled his way into the driver's seat. Miroku could only sigh some more. This was going to be a long night.
[A/N] 1st chapter done! This story idea was coined up on a whim while I was sitting on the couch eating dry fruity pebbles watching VH1 classic's late night video block. I've always adored everything about the 1980's, especially the metalhead subculture of that time and Inuyasha happens to be my favorite anime (although truth be told I've always been more of a fan of the "B" team than the Inu/Kag dynamic hence why my story focuses attention on Miroku rather than IY.) so what the heck, why not write something combining the two? I'm going to try to make this story as an authentic testament to the 1980's as possible, despite the fact that I was reluctantly born in 1992. hangs head in shame. Anyways, this is my first foray into fanfiction and an AU fanfiction at that. I got to tell you though, it's pretty tough keeping up with canon in this universe but I'm going to try my best and hope that everything is at least somewhat coherent. With that said and done, I will eventually post chapter 2 which will be a lot longer than this one, I like short chapters can't you tell? However, I must warn you that I am a lazy POS with a tendency to procrastinate, so yeah. Take that as you will. *UPDATE 5/27/15 - I fixed my formatting on chapters 1 and 2. My old double-spacing style was just not doing it for me at ALL. *
