Take Me Away
07/ 23/ 04
I'm baaack - surprise, surprise! Listening to music inspires me - so if you guys got any good songs - put em in your reviews!! "you actin' like you can't get up there, well motivation's on the way"
Aamalie: ahh!!! Glompage!! ::dies:: naw - just messing with yez. when are you gonna update LMN?? Eh?? (I say "eh" too much for a Canadian ...)
Lady Netri: try the ouch-stick. It's much more efficient that a baseball bat. And not all women are smarted than men - not the insane, or the overly insane, but some girls... like this one girl I know, went through an entire semester/ term with 1% in all her classes - -;;
heh heh... beer belly . "this man's been drinking!" "How can you tell?" "Look at the hangover" LMAO!!
Dolphin-Slam: Naraku isn't a dummy - look how confused he's made my beloved puppy Inu ::sad face::
Vampire-Elf: RANT!!! And no, people can't always be happy. :(
Hey - coz I only got four reviews - I was able to reply to them all yay!! Anyways, reviews aren't everything (I want 254 reivews!!! ::chibi freak out::)
Mary Jane is by Alanis Morissette - viva la musique Canadienne!
Mary Jane
Sango had to admit - her father had changed.
Koji was much more pleasing to be around, even though she didn't know a lot of what he was talking about. English was a confusing language, especially considering there were two kinds of them. American and Canadian?
Sango sighed, relieved as Koji began to speak in Japanese to her. His tone had an accent now, but it was still easy to understand him.
"So, Amy here is a lawyer." Koji told her and Kohaku.
"What kind?" Kohaku asked.
Sango chuckled at her brother's brainy question. Her gifted little brother stumped her father as he tried to translate the word into Japanese.
Sango enjoyed staying with her father over the past week, maybe it was because she felt safer here in America, or because she was learning a new language that she could almost speak fluently now, amazingly, or the fact that her father actually strived to spend time with her.
As the week ended, Sango and her father could have English conversations with one another. And as Sango listened to the CDs playing in the stereo, she could understand the words perfectly, and even found it more enjoyable to listen to than the regular music from Japan.
One day, Sango was in the room she had been set up with, singing to Alanis Morissette's CD "Jagged Little Pill" and was singing to the songs as her step-mother passed and heard her.
'My, Sango. You have such a beautiful singing voice." She complimented her. "Do you perform?"
"Hai, I mean yes. I performed in a... club, as well as a casino once." She answered, struggling with a few odd words.
"Wow... would you like to perform here in LA?" She asked, her eyes lightening up with excitement.
"Ano... I'm not sure... I've never performed in English." She blushed lightly, embarrassed at her lack of worldly experience.
"Oh! That's fine! There's a local club downtown where novices perform all of the time!" Amy smiled.
"Okay... maybe." She answered nervously - what would she sing?
"You can even sing this song, whatever it's called." Amy shrugged, then walked off down the hall to her bedroom. Or rather, Koji and her's bedroom.
Sango couldn't help but stick her tongue at Amy's turned back. Maybe she was feeling spiteful in a movie way, as where the children always hated the step parents. --
That evening at diner, Koji approached Sango with the same proposition Amy had given her. "Why don't you perform at the club?" he asked.
"Why do I have to?" Sango asked as she chewed on the steak at the end of her fork.
"You don't have to, we just think it would be a good idea." Koji gestured to the smiling Amy, then went back to his diner.
"Would I get paid?" she asked.
"No, its all volounteer, to show off that you're not a sissy." Amy shrugged. "I've performed there dozens of times!"
Sango didn't like the way Amy had emphasized the word "dozens" did she even know what a dozen was? Stupid blondes...
"Well, when you put it that way, I almost feel inferior." She told Amy directly.
"Now, now, Sango." Koji spoke in Japanese to her.
"She's treating me like a child!" Sango spoke back in her native language.
"Sango, can we discuss this later?" he asked
"Fine." Sango sighed.
"Sorry dear." Koji spoke in English to her.
"It's fine. I am only trying to encourage her." Amy smiled lightly.
Sango looked over at Kohaku, who innocently ate his meal silently, not even bothering to look up at the arguing adults. Then he muttered something about "not wanting to grow up" or "get married." Something along those lines.
Sango smiled at her younger brother, who felt her eyes on him, looked up and asked a confused "what?" as if questioning something he had done or possibly said; as if he didn't know he was muttering aloud.
Sango smiled; "nothing, Kohaku. Nothing." She whispered in Japanese; he smiled, then went back to eating his meal. --
Almost on the other side of the world, Miroku lay in his bed - alone. He no longer had the concealed form of Sango squished beside him, she was probably just eating diner or something in LA.
Miroku felt very lonely without her presence, she had called him once, then found it to be too expensive, then said she'd be home soon; which was five days ago. What was her definition of soon? To Miroku, it felt like five years had gone by without her!
Miroku sighed then rolled over onto his side, then waited for the sun to finished rising, bringing in another lonely day. --
Sango had decided to show Amy up. Obviously she was bothering Sango, because she thought she wasn't even that talented. She may be a bit rough with English words, but she was a star in Tokyo.
That night at the club, she signed herself up, then waited in the crowds. Several half-decent people sang these songs about sex or drugs, one song called "Could I Be Your Girl?" by Jann Arden made absolutely no sense to her what-so-ever.
Then, it was Sango's turn. Dressed in the modern, American low-rise jeans and a small top; that was surprisingly comfortable, she stepped onto the stage with the microphone in her right hand.
As the music started playing, she noticed everyone whispering and pointing - she knew that she was a foreigner, but she would show them even the Japanese could sing well.
"What's the matter, Mary Jane? You had a hard day
As you place the "don't disturb sign" on the door" she sang in her low alto voice, as though she meant all of those words.
"You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore"
The music picked up slightly as she walked forwards, standing tall as she raised her head highed.
"And it's a long way down
On this roller coaster ride
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it" The crowd began to cheer as she continued to sing, obviously amazed at the power of her voice. She laughed mentally - they ain't seen nothing yet.
"I hear you're counting sheep again, Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore?
I hear you're losing weight again, Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for?" The questions of this song actually meant something to her. She had noticed that she had been eating and sleeping less, even though she was perfectly safe, and almost happy. But something was missing.
"Well it's full speed, baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading" She felt her face looking sad. She found herself thinking about Naraku, and how miserable she felt around him, and then how she had run away for her life into Miroku's arms, and how perfectly he head treated her. Like an equal, and a friend, and more.
"Please be honest, Mary Jane
Are you happy?
Please, don't censor your tears"
"You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you" Okay, maybe the words didn't entirely mean much about Miroku. But was she happy here?
"So take this moment, Mary Jane, and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
All that matters, Mary Jane, is your freedom
Keep warm, my dear, keep dry"
"Tell me...
Tell me...
What's the matter, Mary Jane..."
As her voice died out slowly, yet strongly she closed her eyes, the whole club was going crazy - she finally noticed as the bright lights shining in her eyes that there were more people then than she had remembers - including her proud father and brother, as well as a very shocked Amy, who mouthed a silent "wow" under the roars of the crowd.
Sango smiled as she breathed in deeply. And then, she decided to take a moment, and to be selfish for just a little bit as she swallowed up the glory. What did she want? Did she want to keep hiding from Naraku? Or did she want to run back and face him, even if it cost herself her own life?
Sango was going to take a chance, she hopped down off the stage then ran for Kohaku. "I'm going back, do you want to come?" she asked in Japanese.
"Nah - I want to stay her a bit longer." He grinned childishly. "Just be safe, ane-ue."
"Arigatou, Kohaku." She kissed him on the forehead, then rushed out, her father calling out her name.
"What... where is she going?" Amy asked.
"Tokyo." Kohaku answered, then smiled to himself.