Summery: Years pasted. This is a flashback of Inu-yasha, a penniless
writer, went to Paris to get a job and live there. He ended up finding
friends in the in his hotel and make a play at the Moulin Rouge, a famous
play where beautiful ladies have fun with men and live performances for the
rich presented by the fellow workers who work at there. He fell in love
with the beautiful Kagome who is the courtesan that is the top beauty in
the whole Moulin Rouge. They meet the betrayal of love and the mad jealousy
in their relationship. Sesshoumaru, the rich male of the Moulin Rouge,
requires Kagome to sleep with him to fulfill her dream of being an actress
and being rich. Will she sacrifice every time she wanted for love? R&R!
Rated PG-13 for act of brief nudity and brief language
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-yasha or The Moulin Rouge... Neither do you so if you sue, sue yourself...
Ch1- memory
(Inu-yasha's POV)
'Why does it end so soon?' sigh He walked to his desk and pushed all the wine bottles off and left his type writer on. He blew off all the dust and sat down and started singing a little and typed,
'There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
One magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return.
The Moulin Rouge, the dancers were ruled by Naraku. Where they play with the Satan's daughters... The women I loved... was a courtesan. She left me from the face of Earth... It happened long ago... In Paris, I went to a hotel; I came to type about love stories with truth, beauty, freedom and a subject where I believe in all of those things... LOVE... But there was a problem... I've never been in love... Ding But luckily, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. Boom "What the?" I stood up and saw a male burst in my room dressed as a nun. He said,
"Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Shippo... We were doing a play."
"What?"
It was something called Spectacular, Spectacular.
"It's set in Switzerland." Apparently, the unconscious Argentinean had a disease named "Narcolepsy"
"Every time he is awake, he just falls asleep. Snores opens eyes"
"Great. My name is Inu-yasha."
I heard a noise above me and it was a few people talking.
"Now he is unconscious, we can't finish the story in time!"
Now the next thing I knew, I was next to the unconscious Argentinean. They sang horribly with exploding lights around them, along with a bad pianist. The director seems to have trouble writing lyrics tot the songs.
One of the group members spoke, "I don't think the nun could sing like that...
The dwarf, Shippo, continued singing in an off-key note.
"We need a better part!" the director shouted.
"The hills are vital toned with destine?"
The Argentinean woke up, "the hills are alive with power of songs!" Everyone faced him, everyone was silent, and the Argentinean fell back asleep. And they all mumbled "no" softly shaking their head.
"Oh! How about, the hills are quaking and shaking?" one of the party member shouted.
"The hills" I was being distracted with noise and interrupted. "The" "The hills are" I ran up to the ladder and sang, "THE HIIILLLS ARREE ALLLIVVVEE, WITH THE SOUND OF MMUUUSIIICCCC!!" Everyone was quiet. The Argentinean woke up and stood next to me, "I love it!" His hand hit my crotch. I gasped. "Uhhh... The song...Not that..."
The one of the member said, "Hey, you can work with the director with your stuff!"
The director didn't want to hear that and left. They made me took her place. They needed to perform in a place so Shippo had a plan.
"We'll ask Naraku if we can perform there."
"How?" the Argentinean asked
"We'll dress him up in Miroku's, the Argentinean, best suit and make Inu- yasha's convince Kagome that we wrote a story for the play and we'll sneak in, show her a skit then she'll tell Naraku."
I was excited, but the only problem was that I kept on hearing my father's voice in my head. "You'll waste your life with can-can dancers!!!"
"Wait I can't!!!"
"Why?"
"If you believe in these things, then you'll make it!"
"What things?"
"Do you believe in Freedom?"
"Yes!"
"Truth"
"Of course"
"Beauty"
"Yeah!"
"Love?"
"Of all the things, of course I believe in love... Love is a many splendid things love, lifts us up were we all belong, and all you need is love..."
"He's perfect..."
Now we celebrated, I drank my first wine... And we were off to the Moulin Rouge.
Rated PG-13 for act of brief nudity and brief language
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-yasha or The Moulin Rouge... Neither do you so if you sue, sue yourself...
Ch1- memory
(Inu-yasha's POV)
'Why does it end so soon?' sigh He walked to his desk and pushed all the wine bottles off and left his type writer on. He blew off all the dust and sat down and started singing a little and typed,
'There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
One magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return.
The Moulin Rouge, the dancers were ruled by Naraku. Where they play with the Satan's daughters... The women I loved... was a courtesan. She left me from the face of Earth... It happened long ago... In Paris, I went to a hotel; I came to type about love stories with truth, beauty, freedom and a subject where I believe in all of those things... LOVE... But there was a problem... I've never been in love... Ding But luckily, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. Boom "What the?" I stood up and saw a male burst in my room dressed as a nun. He said,
"Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Shippo... We were doing a play."
"What?"
It was something called Spectacular, Spectacular.
"It's set in Switzerland." Apparently, the unconscious Argentinean had a disease named "Narcolepsy"
"Every time he is awake, he just falls asleep. Snores opens eyes"
"Great. My name is Inu-yasha."
I heard a noise above me and it was a few people talking.
"Now he is unconscious, we can't finish the story in time!"
Now the next thing I knew, I was next to the unconscious Argentinean. They sang horribly with exploding lights around them, along with a bad pianist. The director seems to have trouble writing lyrics tot the songs.
One of the group members spoke, "I don't think the nun could sing like that...
The dwarf, Shippo, continued singing in an off-key note.
"We need a better part!" the director shouted.
"The hills are vital toned with destine?"
The Argentinean woke up, "the hills are alive with power of songs!" Everyone faced him, everyone was silent, and the Argentinean fell back asleep. And they all mumbled "no" softly shaking their head.
"Oh! How about, the hills are quaking and shaking?" one of the party member shouted.
"The hills" I was being distracted with noise and interrupted. "The" "The hills are" I ran up to the ladder and sang, "THE HIIILLLS ARREE ALLLIVVVEE, WITH THE SOUND OF MMUUUSIIICCCC!!" Everyone was quiet. The Argentinean woke up and stood next to me, "I love it!" His hand hit my crotch. I gasped. "Uhhh... The song...Not that..."
The one of the member said, "Hey, you can work with the director with your stuff!"
The director didn't want to hear that and left. They made me took her place. They needed to perform in a place so Shippo had a plan.
"We'll ask Naraku if we can perform there."
"How?" the Argentinean asked
"We'll dress him up in Miroku's, the Argentinean, best suit and make Inu- yasha's convince Kagome that we wrote a story for the play and we'll sneak in, show her a skit then she'll tell Naraku."
I was excited, but the only problem was that I kept on hearing my father's voice in my head. "You'll waste your life with can-can dancers!!!"
"Wait I can't!!!"
"Why?"
"If you believe in these things, then you'll make it!"
"What things?"
"Do you believe in Freedom?"
"Yes!"
"Truth"
"Of course"
"Beauty"
"Yeah!"
"Love?"
"Of all the things, of course I believe in love... Love is a many splendid things love, lifts us up were we all belong, and all you need is love..."
"He's perfect..."
Now we celebrated, I drank my first wine... And we were off to the Moulin Rouge.