Inutori: I'm putting up a new story due to the fact that I just watched an oh-so-inspiring, annoying group of people sing to a bunch of kids on TV. Some of might have heard of them, they're called the wiggles. I had to contain myself from running away screaming, but then an idea for an Inuyasha AU fic popped into my head, so here it is.
Inuyasha: I hate kids.
Sango: You know, Inuyasha, some of us don't care what you think.
Inuyasha: I care, woman.
Kagome: Sango-chan said some of us, not necessarily all of us. Of course you care about your own opinions, if you didn't, then I'd be seriously scared.
Inutori: *cough* Well, I don't own Inuyasha, and unless you are THE Rumiko Takahashi, you don't either. So go read my story and don't even THINK about suing. And review for me!
Chapter 1
Entertainment R Us
"Hey there kids, guess what time it is?" The silver-haired man smiled at the group of children brightly, crouching down slightly.
"It's Inuyasha time!" The group of four and five-year-olds responded cheerfully to the golden-eyed man.
"That's right, and can you tell me what we're going to do today?" His smile didn't falter as he looked to each of the children.
"Go to feudal Japan!" All of the happy smiles that met him were bright and happy as they clapped their hands and jumped up and down.
"That's right, now, let's all jump thru the magic well!" The man with dog-like ears perched on top of his head grabbed the hands of the two children nearest him and they jumped into a well that was in the room.
Shippou giggled and clapped as the TV screen turned swirls of blue before the picture reappeared to reveal Inuyasha and the group of children in a forest.
"Mama! Look, it's Miroku-chan!" The brown-haired boy smiled back at his mother as a man with black hair tied back in a ponytail came onto the screen. Purple and black priest robes covered the man and he carried with him a monk's staff.
"Hey kids, look, it's a monk!" The silver-haired man was now wearing a haori that went with the era and had a sword tied to his side.
"Ah, hello there, young ones, I am the monk called Miroku, is there anything I can do to be of service?" The man bowed and smiled at each of the children.
"I am Inuyasha and we're from the future. Could you give us a tour of Japan?" The golden-eyed man looked at all of the children.
"Shippou, we need to stop the tape, it's time for bed." A woman with long, ebony hair bent down and pressed the stop button on the VCR, turning to look at her young son.
"But mama, I'm not tired." Shippou pouted at his mother as she picked him up and began to carry him upstairs to his bed.
"It doesn't matter if you're not tired, it's already an hour past your bedtime. Inuyasha can wait until morning."
"But mama-"
"No buts, hun, I said it's time for bed, and that's that." The blue-eyed woman swept her free hand down Shippou's nose and set him gently in his bed. "Now time to go to sleep."
"Sing me a song, mommy."
"Alright." The young woman smiled gently at the boy as she tucked him in.
"Skitters 'n' a hummin' 'n' a honeysuckle bun,
Bubble 'n' contidin' to her lil' foxy love
You is mighty lucky, babe of all Kentucky,
Close your eyes, and sle~e~ep.
Fly away. Fly away Kentucky babe,
Fly away to rest, oo~oo~oo,
Close your eyes, and sleep."
Her soft voice drifted off into silence as Shippou's breathing slowed down and his body went limp. Smiling down at her son, the gentle woman stood and walked slowly to the door, turning off the light and looking back to gaze at her son.
Taking in a deep breath, the woman walked out into the hallway and back down the stairs. She entered the kitchen and picked up a picture sitting on the counter and looked at it mournfully. It was a picture of her lying in a hospital bed holding her newborn son, standing next to her was her mother, and on the other side was her twelve-year-old brother as well as her grandfather.
Feeling the tears welling up inside her, she set the picture back down and went to the sink where she began to do the dishes. Glancing at the kitchen table, the young mother saw the stack of unopened mail cluttered across it.
Sighing in resignation, she walked over and sat down in one of the chairs by the small piece of furniture. Most of it was fan mail. She got so much of it even though she hadn't performed in years. One letter in particular caught her eye. It was addressed to her son. Why was he getting mail? He was only five. Opening it, she read:
Mr. Shippou Higurashi:
In response to your phone call we would like to offer you the opportunity for you and your child to come to Shikon Production Studios and spend two weeks with the cast of the children's hit, INUYASHA. There your child will be able to interact with his/her favorite TV star as well as have the chance to appear on the show with your approval. We would be honored to have you here on your child's birthday and I'm sure you're aware that we absolutely adore children.
The trip will be an all-expense-paid vacation for you and your child and you will be staying with the cast of the children's show. Please call 1-873-972-0016 with your response no later than June 1, 2024. The trip will be scheduled to begin at the earliest June 14 and end no later than July 31.
Sincerely,
Myoga F. DamonDirector, Production Manager
"Well, this is…interesting." Kagome blinked a few times and read over the letter again, trying to see if she had just been imagining things. No, it really was an invitation to spend a part of the summer with the Inuyasha cast. 'I really need to monitor Shippou's behavior more closely.'
She laughed lightly to herself with the knowledge of how smart her young son was. Kagome couldn't really be mad at Shippou; it was actually really cute that he went all the way as to call the Studio to ask to see the cast.
Glancing at the calendar, Kagome made note that it was already May 20th. Well, that meant she has a week and a half to think things through before actually deciding whether she and Shippou would go or not. 'Wait, I'm actually considering doing this? That is insane. Oh well, Shippou would love it.'
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Inuyasha prowled around the studio with a scowl on his face. Kikyou had just up and told him that she was breaking it off and moving Okinawa to marry some guy. What was his name? Naraki? Noraku? It didn't matter that much; except for the fact that Kikyou was the reason he did this stupid kid's show in the first place. Now that she was gone, he had absolutely no reason to continue working with the stupid brats.
A phone rang next to him and Inuyasha had to resist the urge to slam his fist down and pulverize the idiotic thing. It rang thrice before Inuyasha finally gave up the hope that someone was actually going to answer it, so he snatched up the phone and barked into it, releasing some of his pent up anger.
His swearing and fowl words made him feel better temporarily and the timid voice that answered him made his ego boost even more at the fact that the person was intimidated.
"Um, is Mr. Myoga Damon available?" It was a soft, feminine voice and Inuyasha thought for sure he had heard it somewhere before.
His growl answered her and he could just imagine whomever it was cowering in fear. "How should I know where the old geezer is?"
"Listen here, I didn't do anything to you, so I'd appreciate it if you stopped yelling in my ear like I just ripped off your ears or something." The voice on the other end of the line suddenly became stronger and Inuyasha wondered how that was.
"Inuyasha-sama, who's on the phone?"
Inuyasha turned to scowl at the short old man that was the director of the show he starred in. "Like I know, the wench wants to talk to you." He thrust the receiver at Myoga and stormed off, anger starting to boil even more than before. He stopped while still within hearing distance of the old man.
"Ms. Higurashi, is it?…Ah yes, I did send that, didn't I?…Really? How adorable…Of course the offer is still there…Yes…Yes…No…Really? I'm sorry about him, he must be having a bad day…That was Inuyasha…Oh, don't I know it…Of course I'll talk to him…So, back to the issue at hand, when can I expect you here?…the 14th? OK. And how long do you plan on staying?…Yeah, of course you can stay longer…that'd be wonderful…so, I'll be seeing you in 2 weeks?…I could arrange for that…In two weeks then."
Myoga hung up the phone and looked around, catching sight of Inuyasha's hair between two stacks of boxes. "Inuyasha-sama, the young lady I was just talking to said that for the host of a children's show, you have quite the…extensive…vocabulary. She asked me to tell you that you may look cute in the show, but you're nothing but an egotistic jerk." The old man smiled slightly. "And to think that she learned all that without even meeting you, quite the perceptive gal, I must say."
Inuyasha growled slightly at all the insults being thrown at him. As if he hadn't heard those words a thousand times before, it was nothing new. But what was happening in two weeks that some wench would be coming here?
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Inuyasha: As I said, I hate children.
Kagome: You just be nice and I won't sit you. *Inuyasha crashes into ground* Whoops, gomen ne!
Inuyasha: Keh, wench, you did that on purpose.
Inutori: Inuyasha, put away Tetsusaiga this instant. You can't be killing your love this early in the story.
Kagome: And he's going to kill me later?
Inutori: HA! You openly admitted to being his love!
Kagome: *bright red* You tricked me! What was I supposed to say?
Inutori: …
Kagome: So there!
Inutori: Well enough of this rambling, *looks at readers* go review and tell me what you think!