'Allo. For no apparent reason, I decided to write this. My inspiration... nothing! Actually, it was prolly that cheese I ate... anyway, this isn't a rambling monologue about stale cheese, so let's get to the point. I need reviews, cuz I currently am making up the story on the spot, and don't have a clue if it's good or not.
Disclaimer: If I had money, I'd own stuff besides Led Zeppelin CDs and my Eagles tickets. Such as rights to Inuyasha.
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Bent metal scarred the gravel, as the blues Cobra Mustang's fender pushed right through to the inside of the car. Inuyasha surveyed the crash.
"This was brand new! I had just gotten it! How could this happen again?!"
His was the car on the other side of the road. Yeah, that's right, the brand used Honda Civic, that had bounced off a tree, rolled over 7 times, stopped upside down, and, when it stopped burning, would officially be considered "Totaled."
"Well, maybe I can get it fixed..."
The door fell off.
"DAMNIT!"
Meanwhile, the owner of the mustang got out and walked to the front of his car. He was tall, wore black leather, blue jeans, and generally was the type of person you think you'll see again later in the story.
"Inuyasha."
"What? How'd you know my name?"
"You should be more alert. Most people would make you pay for the damages."
Inuyasha looked around. More so, he looked confused.
"You're not gonna make me pay?"
"No. You can't afford a new car anyway. Just pretend this never happened. You hit a tree."
"Umm... ok." At least I'll still be able to eat, he thought, considering his funds which were less than non-existent, and floated around in their own little negative reality somewhere out of his reach.
"I'll call a tow truck for you, and pay for it myself. Don't report this to the police."
"Sure. Whatever. Thanks, man."
The owner of the Mustang got in his smashed up car, and I guess it was in somewhat working condition, because it didn't blow up. In a few minutes, a tow truck came, and brought Inuyasha to the station.
"Hey, that must've been a nasty crash. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I had my tray table up, my seat back in the upright position, and the no smoking sign had been turned on. Oh, yeah, and I was wearing a seatbelt."
"Alright then, Inuyasha. You can go. The bill was already paid."
"What the? How does everyone know my name?"
"Err... it's on your license plate?"
"Oh. Yeah."
He walked off toward home, muttering, "Yeah... I knew that."
When he was about halfway there, he stopped, and frantically ran back to the tow station, screaming, "Hey! What about my door!"
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!- NEXT DAY -!
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When Inuyasha woke up he did NOT feel happy. And it was Monday. And when he called his friend to ask him for a ride to work, his friend laughed at his beaten down car... That made it better. No, seriously. When he got to work, which was a small recording studio, he sat back and looked at the appointment book. No one scheduled for... 15 minutes. Damn.
"Inuyasha, Miroku! You're late again!" Kagome, their manager, yelled.
"Sorry!" they both said quickly.
"Well, don't do it again, I'd hate to have to fire you, no one else in this town can make music."
They smiled. Yeah, Kagome owned the studio, but they all knew that if she fired them, she wouldn't get any business.
The door opened to the lobby. Everyone went out to meet the band. A typical four piece rock outfit. Three guys, and a female singer. That's about all the diversity they had. They all shook hands, and when Inuyasha shook the singer's hand, he looked into her eyes. She Seemed vaguely familiar...
Well it's been ten years, or maybe more,
since I first set eyes on you,
He tried to think. He went back, years and years, and ducks, and years, and... yeah.
The best years of my life gone by,
Here I am alone and blue,
She reminded him of a girl he knew in High school. She was different than her, he thought, but that face...
Her style is new, but the face the same,
as it was so long ago,
He looked again into her eyes. She smiled politely.
But from her eyes, a different smile,
like that of one who knows,
She coughed.
"Uhh... heh. Sorry... !" Inuyasha said, embarrassed.
"Well," said Kagome, "let's get into the recording room!"
The band went ahead and followed Kagome into a room filled with cables and foam on the walls, with a big glass window that showed a room full of Mixers and audio equipment. Inuyasha and Miroku stayed behind a little.
"Dude..." Miroku said.
"Yeah, I know."
"Dude... she's scary."
Inuyasha was silent.
"Inuyasha, Miroku!"
"Be right there, Kagome!"
When they got into the room, they made formal introductions.
"This is John, that's Jean-Paul, I'm Jimmy, and that's Annie," said the Lead guitarist, the English accent dripping off his tongue.
Kagome introduced them, starting with Inuyasha, Miroku, and then herself.
Hey fellas have you heard the news?
You know that Annie's back in town,
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!- LUNCH TIME -!
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It won't take long just to watch and see,
How the fellas lay their money down,
A folded twenty hit the counter.
At the Sad Café, the favourite lunch spot for musicians in the area, sat Inu and Miroku.
Time to eat.
"Mmmmm... chicken."
"Yeah, nothin' like a.... wait, what? We're eating a pepperoni pizza!"
"Oh. Yeah. Whatever."
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!- LATER-ISH -!
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The band was getting ther amps and instruments together. As they left, Inuyasha felt a wave of relief. He then went back home, got his bass, and he and Miroku went to the Cosmo A Go-Go to play a gig. They only worked at the studio during the day because they were too poor to live off of their music. They could barely afford the Ramen they ate everyday. But it was all good, cuz they... no, not really. It kinda sucked. Someday, people would realize good music again. Like Led Zeppelin.
They got onstage, and launched right into their cover of "Rock and Roll Band."
Annie was sitting at a table near the back. Well, actually kinda closer to the middle, slightly to the left, supposing, of course, that you're coming from the snack bar. She was sitting with a tall man wearing black leather, who obviously appears again later. They were conversing casually, laughing at some private joke.
At break, Inuyasha went over to the snack bar and got a super-large order of chili cheese fries. On the house, because he was playing there tonight. Jeez, come on people, did you really think he could afford chili cheese fries? He was in a good mood, ruined only by the remembrance of his car crash. The remembrance of his car. Then it hit him, like a sack of burning Thermite to the face. Totaled, burning Honda Civic, $700 Bose speaker system (don't ask), custom paint job. Oh yeah, and some other car, somewhere. But that didn't matter. All that money in speakers!
He went over to Annie and the tall leather dude.
"I remember you!" he said.
"Uhh... yeah. I was just at your studio, like 2 hours ago."
"Good point. But besides that! You totaled my car in 12th grade!"
"Oh! I remember. I'm really sorry."
"I don't care about the car! You killed that speaker system! That was like... all my money... for a really long time!" He screamed, trying to sound indignant.
By now, half the place was giving him odd sidelong looks and edging away. Now you know why they have backstage rooms for musicians.
"Yeah, umm, I'm sorry about that-" Annie stuttered.
She was cut off by Inuyasha's fanatical raving. He seemed to be saying something barely comprehensible about Russia, oppression, a parading around with people's heads onna stick.
Right about when he was in the middle of the righteous political outrage, Annie tried to surreptitiously withdraw from the premises. She tripped over a chair, which proceeded to break, toppling over a table, and taking two guests with it. Inuyasha was so caught up in his speech that he didn't notice anyways, and fifteen minutes later, the manager asked for a word with him. Another ten minutes in his office, and Inuyasha, Miroku, and their band were officially banned from the Cosmo A Go-Go.
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!- LATER-ISH THAN LAST TIME -!
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Driving back in Miroku's car, with that familiar Led Zeppelin classic (but arent they all?) blasting. The wise words of Robert Plant rang in their ears as they sped down the highway...
Go away, heartbreaker...
Heartbreaker,
Heartbreaker,
Heartbreaker,
Heart-
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Yeah... I wrote this instead of my English essay, and it was a lot more fun, believe me. It's my first fanfic, and I kinda lotsa reviews. Especially on developing Kagome's Character. So... Go review, damnit! Stop reading this, it's irrelevant! Oh... whatever. By the way, you all should definitely read Ama (Shades of Oblivion's fic Kinetics. It's cool, so, read it. Ka-bob.
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Beta Tester's Notes:
Yo! Guess who? You're probably wrong, but anyway, it's Ama (Shades of Oblivion! I'm here to tell you that I just spent the past day beta-reading, editing, and retyping this for a friend (his damned Microsoft word was getting screwy with the posts). I stand before you, a broken, and miserable man. So, if you're all getting angry about why I haven't updated yet, blame Hon, it's his fault. Maybe. J/k, anywho, later!