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Aishiteru

Chapter five-A new Experience

Spinning, breathing. The melody moved his feet before he could even think. Nothing motivated him more then anger. The thought of the woman holding the greasy man's hand….that elite.

"Inuyasha! You are really quite the dancer!" Kimura-sensei exclaimed. Inuyasha smiled slightly as he wiped his sweaty forehead. "You move with such emotion…you're the first male member that I had in years that used feelings and not forced movements to dance. Well done!" Kimura Toru couldn't help but flatter him. In his 25 years of teaching, he had never felt a dance more than he saw it. "Thank-you, Toru." Inuyasha said, with a slight bow. Toru didn't mind a first name basis. In fact, he condoned it. He always taught better when he had a connection with his student.

"Until tomorrow, then?" Toru asked. Inuyasha nodded.

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Inuyasha walked aimlessly about his room. Dance was his last class of the day. Miroku and Shippo still had a few classes, so they were unavailable. Kagome was no longer on his friend list.

Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Inuyasha hesitated as he glanced at the caller ID. It was a wireless caller. That was all it said.

Slowly, he picked up the receiver.

"Inuyasha-kun…" Her voice sounded pathetic.

"May I ask who this is?" Inuyasha quizzed childishly.

Kagome sighed, "It's Kagome."

"…."

"Inuyasha-kun?"

"Kagome isn't a whore. The only whore I know is…"

"The elite." She finished quietly. "I hoped…since I met you…that you would never use those words against me…"

"You shouldn't have given me a reason to."

Silence began to rule the conversation. One didn't want to talk, while the other didn't know what to say.

"Inuyasha-kun…what happened last month…"

"I know. It was your first time doing that." Inuyasha interrupted. She had called several times before.

"I don't do that normally!" She cried.

"But you shouldn't stoop so low."

"I know! Just please stop avoiding me! It hurts…" she clutched her chest as she remembered the past month. Inuyasha avoided her like the plague. Her friends would start more whore rumors about her, and now there was nobody to give her kind words.

"I'm not avoiding you." He responded simply.

Kagome was dumbfounded, "Like hell you aren't! Every time it was my turn to sing, you would go to the bathroom. In the hallways, you'd turn into a classroom. What do you call that if it's not avoiding?!"

"All those times, I just had to use the bathroom. And did you ever think that maybe it was my next class I was going to? You're just paranoid."

"Oh PLEASE!" she yelled, getting tired of his childish behavior, "You've been ignoring me! Please, tell me if you don't want to be my friend. Just don't leave me hanging!!" Her anger turned quickly into tears as she yearned for her friend.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. At this point, tears didn't sway him, "I never disowned Higurashi Kagome. I'm just waiting for her to come back.

The dial tone mocked Kagome as Inuyasha hung up.

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"Okay…Inuyasha, it's your turn." Sakuraba-sensei said, ditching the formalities. Though in Osaka, she was strictly bought up to refer to adults by their last name, it was twisting her tounge trying to pronounce Willams correctly.

Inuyasha walked up the stage with fatigue in his steps, even though he wasn't sleepy at all. Sakuraba sighed. "He's been like this for about a month now…" she thought. "I have grown found of this student, but now he lacks the enthusiasm…"

"Any particular song you'd like to sing? Choose wisely, for it will be the song you sing as the solo to the musical." Sakuraba pushed up her glasses as she spoke. They were really bugging her.

Inuyasha didn't care. He didn't even show any joy when Megumi-sensei announced him as soloist in the school musical "Aishiteru". Nothing mattered anymore.

"I guess I'll wing it…" he said, beginning his song:

Trust is a word.

Just a word.

So many use it in vain.

Can I trust you?

Belief…I held on to it with all my strength…

But you couldn't hold the other end.

I hate to be selfish…but can you do something for me?

Please tell me…What do you want?

Kagome's voice rang through the room as she burst through the doors. It was strong and demanding. She walked into the auditorium with confident strides. She didn't miss a beat:

I promise I'll cry for you.

I'll die for you.

All you have to do is tell me…

Inuyasha smirked:

Can you tell me what trust means to you?

It means harmony.

Do we have harmony?

I like to believe.

I've been holding on to belief

And I never let go.

Inuyasha's eyes widened as those words passed her lips. She smiled at him as she began a rhyming sequence:

I've only known you for a few days… but I felt like I met you years ago…

I already love your infacuating gaze…I never want to let you go…

Kagome made it to the stage and stood next to Inuyasha. He gently took her hand:

Trust is a word…

Used in vain

Have you ever…

No! I couldn't deal with the blame…

Blame

Never use that in vain

Vain

It puts love to shame.

Before they knew it, they were dancing. It was even more elaborate than in Inu's suite. This time, Inuyasha was the unsure one. The one who was going to fall. But Kagome guided him expertly. Her dainty hands held him strongly as she commanded the turns.

The audience watched as Kagome suddenly let Inuyasha go. She danced around him in hurried, yet graceful steps. Her body twisted with the intoxicating melody that held no exsictence. Inuyasha reached for her again and again and again, each time resulting in failure. Kagome just smiled as she kept out of his reach:

Do you like what you see?

You already know I do.

Do you want to touch me?

Do I need to tell you?

Do you trust me?

More than I can explain.

Don't use that word in vain.

Her spins became quicker. She became a blur around him as he tried to touch her. She kept her eyes on him the whole time. His failure was amusing:

If you want me...catch me.

With those words sung, Inuyasha's attempt became more accurate. Kagome was shocked as he matched her spins with his smooth steps. He seemed to be going slow, but so fast at the same time. But no matter what, he kept on beat, this mysterious beat. It wasn't long before he had Kagome. She spun into his embrace, lying in his strong arms. He pulled her upright so they stood erect. Being shorter, Kagome stood on Inuyasha's feet, like a little girl dancing with her father. This time, Inuyasha was prepared for the kiss.

"That…was…BEAUTIFUL!" Some random man clapped his hands. "Forget the solo! This should be a duet!" Everyone was looking at him. Who the hell was he? Sakuraba-sensei sighed, "This is Inoue Shinji. He is the director of the musical." She explained. Inuyasha quickly let go of Kagome. They blushed.

"No! Don't be embarrassed!! THAT is what I need in this musical!" Shinji exclaimed.

"Um…excuse me?" Inuyasha asked quietly.

Shinji smiled, "Yes?"

"Can it be a play…you know, maybe one musical skit and the rest is talking?"

Shinji's smile fell, "But why?! You have a magnificeint voice! Exploit it!"

Inuyasha spoke quietly, but his eyes never wavered, "Thank-you, but I've been singing for over a month now. I want a new experience…I've never tried acting."

Shinji smirked, "But you…you came from New York. Home of what some refer to as great performance arts colleges. Why did you not attend them? Mountain University is not even known for the arts…why pick this when you could have had better?"

Inuyasha sighed. He answered this question in his head everyday, "It has nothing to do with the schools ranks or whatever. I came home. Japan, Land of the Rising Sun, is my birthplace. I need to see this place before I die. I want to experience this place and make it permanent in my memories. And if you would be so kind, I would also love to have the opportunity to convey these emotions through speech, and not music...just this once." He spoke in the voice Crystal taught him to. She didn't want him swearing and using "slang" around adults. He had to be respectful.

Shinji thought it over. "I guess that's okay…it's not much different than a musical…just rearrange some of the words…in fact, yes... I like a new challenge!"

He was now completely won over by the idea. Inuyasha smiled. He was doing exactly as Ken didn't want him to:

"You're not going to be one of those faggots on T.V!" Ken yelled at his son.

Seven year old Inuyasha ignored him and continued watching the T.V. In his mind, he replaced the original actor and resumed his role. Ken saw this and snarled.

"Williams! Are you listening?" Only when he was REALLY angry did Ken to call him by his first name.

Inuyasha continued to ignore him.

"Those people on T.V are just dumbasses pretending to be big shots!"

This time, Inuyasha laughed, "But you do that pretty well yourself, and you're far from an actor…"

Ken grabbed the child by the collar and effortlessly lifted him up, "You dare talk shit about your father?!"

"I don't share your blood."

"But I'm taking care of you."

"I'd rather be dead." Inuyahsa said this indifferently. It was as though a member of the living dead spoke.

"Williams…you know that hurts." Ken said, but it wasn't convincing.

"BAKA! Anta wa imi no itami o wakatte inai. ! (Fool! You don't know the meaning of pain)" Inuyasha spoke in an unstable Japanese accent. Having only realized he was Japanese two months ago, he was just beginning to learn.

Ken pushed Inuyasha against the wall, "Don't start talking that Japanese shit! In America, English is the native tounge, got it?"

"In America, people are controlled by the media. The country is egotistic and hostile." Inuyasha looked mockingly at Ken. "Sound familiar?"

Ken angrily dropped the kid on the floor. "I made a mistake taking you in…damn Jap…"

"Somebody made a BIG mistake when you were created." Inuyasha thought to himself. He tought it better to keep this to himself. Inuyasha never got Ken too mad. Ken would hold no remorse in beating him. At the tender age of seven, Inuyasha realized his "father" didn't love him and he never will. He accepted this and moved on with his life.

Suddenly, he noticed Crystal standing in the darkened hallway Her small frame stood completely still. Tears were falling down her face, but she forced herself to smile. Inuyasha smiled back. As long as someone believed in him…he could move on.

"Inuyasha-san?" A female voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He realized the audience was empty.

"Inuyasha-san?" the voice called again.

"Yes?"

"Did you hear me, or do I need to repeat myself?"

Suddenly, Inuyasha began to focus on the speaker. It was a woman about his age. She had long, dark brown locks. Even though her hairstyle was simple, (just straight with bangs), she still looked like something from a fairy-tale. She was beautiful beyond measure.

"I'm sorry..." He said, averting his eyes, "I didn't hear you."

The woman smiled, "That's okay. I'm Fumizuki Sango. I'll be helping Shinji-san with rewriting the musical…I mean play "Aishiteru"."

Inuyasha took her extended hands as they shook. He swore he heard that name before…

Suddenly. It hit him:

"He is madly in love with this girl. Fumizuki Sango. She's an elite, though." Shippo said, reffering to Miroku.

"Most elites are stuck up and care only for their kind….But Sango…she's beautiful and has the personality to match. She doesn't score highly for bragging rights, like the other elites. But she does it for herself instead. She cares about everyone, no matter what his or her rank. I think what Miroku likes best about her is her compassion. She puts anything and everyone before herself. She's just so…lovely."

Inuyasha smiled as they stopped shaking hands. This was definetly the girl Miroku fell in love with.

"Do you mind sharing the lyrics to the song you and Higurashi-san sang? I'd like to wrap the whole story around it."

"Um…sure." Inuasha looked around for Kagome.

"Where's Kagome?" He wondered aloud.

"I'm right next to you." She said, a little irritated.

"Oh!" Inuyasha didn't even notice her.

"You know, you really should stand out more." Inuyasha kidded, finding it easier to open up to her.

Kagome gave him a playful hit on the shoulder, "That's so mean!"

Sango watched as they joked with each other. It looked like they were friends for years.

"I'm sorry to interrupt…but…" she said softly.

Inuyasha and Kagome instantly stopped, "We're sorry."

"If it's too much trouble, I'll ask tomorrow…"

"No, it's okay!" Kagome assured her, "Inuyasha should start. After all, I just improvised."

"What?! Why me?!" Inuyasha complained, "I improvised too!"

Sango watched again as they began to argue. She could tell that both of them were enjoying it.

"Fumizuki-san…are you okay?" Inuyasha asked suddenly.

"What do you mea-?" Sango touched her face softly…she felt a tear run over her fingers.

"Is it because of us?" Kagome asked, worried.

Sango shook her head, "No! I'm fine…really…"

Inuyasha and Kagome didn't seem to believe her.

"Look," Sango said, backing up, "Just write the lyrics and give them to me whenever you please."

Before anything else could be said, Sango ran out of the auditorium.

"I wish…" Sango hiccupped as she tried to forced back her tears, "I wish I had the chance…to have a friendship like theirs…" She let herself fall in the empty hallway. She then forced herself to smile, like she did everyday. "He promised me it will get better..." she whispered, "I believe in him."

Now we shall learn more about the English (Language Arts and that sort of thing) Elite, Fumizuki Sango! Her tale shall be riveting! Riveting I say! Okay, enough of that. Next chapter: The Legend of Fumizuki

-!-I Misspelled anata on purpose. Anta is a rude way of saying "you".

Another thing, any mistakes i made, please feel free to point them out. I try to make sure i do everything just right before i post it, but of course it's never perfect. Don't be shy! I do't bite.