The Concert Begins and Forgotten Memories Arise
~An unwanted sugar high late last night seemed to be just what the doctor ordered, but a
pounding headache in the morning just makes you feel even worse than before, though. You
awake to bright rays of sunlight shinning into the room through curtains that were pulled away
carelessly. Muffled cries for help can be heard from a nearby bed. The so-called friends of yours
are tied to a broken bed with gags in their mouths. How on earth did that happen!? Oh well. You
walk over to them and help them up only to find yourself bound to that same bed only moments
later while they glare daggers at you. And then your memory of last night comes back. You idiot!
You let them up without making them beg! Too late now. An hour goes by and you're still
trapped to the bed. Carefully your friends let you up... You smile and act as if nothing happened.
You can always get revenge later. With your headache gone, you proceed to the front desk to pay
for the damage you had caused when your mind had taken that break with your body still in
motion. The bill is paid and you have the whole afternoon to waste. And that is just what you do.
You waste it!~
"So, what should we do? We still have.... 4 hours before we have to get ready," Sango said
as we walked back to her convertible. We had just finished our lunch at Wacdnald's.
"Why not search the nearest mall? They must have something Tokyo doesn't," Ayame
suggested. Leave it up to them to do something so silly and pointless. Well I wasn't going to
spend my time doing something I hated.
"Can you drop me off at the nearest Library or something?" I asked as we got into the car.
Ayame was now the designated driver and Sango always resumed control over the radio.
"Yeah, sure," Ayame answered as she started the engine.
I took my spot in the back seat and tried my best to get used to that damned voice playing
over the speakers. I wanted to enjoy the concert as much as possible. I thought I might be able to
listen to it without becoming edgy. I tried to, I really did, but it just didn't work.
My suffering didn't last long though. We spotted a library soon after leaving and I waved
goodbye to my friends as they pulled away to seek out the nearest mall. The library was
enormous. It was made out of stone with gargoyles sitting on top, watching passersby with eyes
of granite. It looked like a castle from Sengoku Jidai, yet it had a gaijin touch to it.
It looked even bigger from the inside. The first floor consisted of children's books and
reference material- dictionaries, thesauri, gaijin translations, and so on. The second floor was filled
with shelves of young adult and adult literature, which ranged from classics to new science
fictions. The list of books just kept going. The third floor was filled with non-fiction books.
History, science, astrology, hypnosis, legends, plants and animals- Legends! That caught my eye.
They had so many books about legends that it took half my time there just to find a good
book. A few of them caught my eye. There was a book on Greek mythology which seemed
interesting and another on Native American Gods. Yet, the one that really got my attention was
not a gaijin book, but one on Sengoku Jidai and the Shikon no Tama. I found a fiction book about
a boy that lived with his awful aunt and uncle until his eleventh birthday on which he was rushed
of to a school for witches and wizards. It sounded interesting enough. (A/N: If you haven't been
able to guess what the story is by now, its Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I know I suck at
summaries, but not that bad. >_>)
I received a library card at the front desk and checked out the two books that had caught
my eye. I left the building to enjoy the outdoors as I waited for my friends... and waited.... And
waited.... And waited. I sat down on the stone steps and began to read out of the fantasy book I
had gotten. I would LOVE to be there, I thought after a while. At least they had something to do
to keep them busy. I found myself becoming even more in tuned with this Hermione girl (A/N:
She is an extremely fast reader, k?)
BEEP, BEEP, BBEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP, BEEP. I looked up from the book a little
startled to find my friends waiting for me in the car, a little impatiently. The back was packed with
bags upon bags upon BAGS of clothes.
Carefully I slid in trying not to sit on anything. "Do either of you have any money left?" I
asked. They had bought more then $500 worth of clothing. (A/N: Gomen. I don't know yen.)
"Ayame bought it all. Her mom gave her a lot of money," Sango said, a little more than
jealous. "They have enough for her to go and spend it all. She even gave a hundred-dollar bill to
some homeless guy we saw on the way there."
"Oh," was all I could say. They must have been in a fight over a dress or something before
they had got here. Why else would Sango complain on someone else spending their money on her
clothes? Why they would fight over something so silly, I would never understand.
********
We left the hotel an hour before the concert started. Ayame wore a new outfit she had
bought- black, low-v jeans with a short sleeve 'Demonic' shirt. The shirt was black with a bright
silver and red logo in the front's center with the group's name written in blue and purple on the
back. The logo was a demon skull with two swords. One was blood red, while the other was
silver.
Sango also wore a new outfit. She had on a short, black, formfitting dress that had a
diagonal strip of dark pink, starting at the left shoulder and ending on the left leg, and wore knee
high leather boots. She had her hair pulled up high and very little makeup on- of course, she had
her eye shadow. She doesn't go anywhere without it.
I, on the other hand, wore one of my old dresses. It was light blue and just above my knees.
I wore a light beige jacket, because the dress was sleeveless. My hair was put into a low ponytail
and I wore boots similar to Sango's. It may have only been a concert, but I didn't want to meet the
band, no matter how much I disliked them, wearing my regular clothes.
The traffic was terrifying. Everyone was in a hurry to get to the concert and there had been
a pile up a few miles down the main road. It kind of reminded me of the last day of school. The
whole time we were trying to get there, the band was playing over the radio. Why we were
listening to them on the radio while going to their concert is beyond me.
We arrived there with ten minutes left. Giving the guards our tickets, we entered the
building and headed over to the snack bar to get a drink while the opening act played. They were
good, but even Demonic, with the annoying voice of the lead sing, was better. I got Pepsi, (A/N:
Sorry Coke fans) Sango ordered Mug, and Ayame had water.
The lights began to dim as the band's music quieted. The crowd went absolutely nuts!
People were screaming and squeezing together trying to get to the front. Sango and Ayame acted
exactly the same and pulled me up to the front with them. The drummer started the beat as a light
focused on him.
He wore a dark purple shirt and had a small ponytail of short black hair. I couldn't make out
anything else, though. The crowd went wild and many of the girls screeched. That didn't help my
ears at all.
Then a bass guitar joined in and another light appeared on the opposite end of the stage,
closest to us. This guy was dressed in black jeans with a high black ponytail and his guitar was
brown with strips of green. It reminded me a whole lot of a forest. And I couldn't help but notice
that he got a slightly less enthusiastic applause from the audience.
The next one to join in, however, received the biggest applause of all. Playing a glittering
red electric guitar, he wore tight leather paints and a red and black shirt. His hair was white- no,
let me correct my self- silver. But, then I noticed his eyes. Golden.
I almost fainted. Now I knew why his voice annoyed me. I remembered it all. I remembered
him... Inuyasha.
/+\+|+/+\Flashback/+\+|+/+\
I was five years old and sitting next to my father in the waiting room. It was all so clear. I
saw each and every movement as if I were there. Every sound, every smell, everything was as it
was back then: happening all over again.
"I'm going to call your mother and tell her the news!" The speaker was sitting next to me.
He had short black hair and kind hazel eyes. He was wearing a dark blue business suit and carried
both of our coats as he left. My father.
I was waiting my turn to do a final interview for a spot in the children's band. I had been
trying to get a chance as a singer. Even being so young, I had a great voice, and this band for kids'
songs was just the start I needed. Only five kids remained: two other girls, two boys, and me. I
even remembered their names. The girls were Eri and Yuka, they were both fun to be with and
both my age. The boys were Hojo and Inuyasha. Hojo was kind of dense and Inuyasha was only a
year older than the rest of us.
Eri was sitting in a corner talking to another girl who had been previously disqualified while
Yuka went to audition. Ayumi was the other girl's name. Hojo was in the center of the room and
reading from some books that had been set on a table. How he was so dense when he read so
often confused me. Inuyasha had left for a while, but I saw him walking over after my dad had
left. He was wearing a red shirt and some black pants. Red seemed to be his favorite color. His
silver hair tumbled down over his shoulders. Yet, his eyes stood out the most. Golden and slightly
slit.
Back then, I was not as perceptive as I am now. I had only seen curiosity in his eyes. Now I
saw nervousness and even sorrow. Sorrow for what he was going to do and nervousness from the
upcoming audition.
"Oi, girl," he called as he walked over. He handed me a pop and sat down next to me. "You
did a great job with the last audition."
I couldn't help but think of him as a liar.
'Yeah, right,' I thought.
"Arigato. You too," I said as I took a sip of the Coke.
'That's why I hate Coke,' I thought. I could never understand why I didn't like it. "Good
luck with the next audition."
"Keh. Save it for someone who needs it," he said as he got up and walked away. He was the
only one there that even had a chance against me, I knew, and the way he acted made me a little
more than suspicious.
My dad returned moments later and smiled at me. "You ready?" He asked as I took another
drink. My mouth kept getting dry. I was just so nervous. This was it. This decided the winner.
"Hai," I lied. Nothing in the world could get me ready enough for my satisfaction.
Just then Yuka entered the room and called me. "It's your turn. Good luck!" She said
smiling.
As I entered the room I took one last drink of the Coke and set it down. I heard Inuyasha
somewhere behind me snort and say, "yeah, you'll need it."
That just made me all the more nervous. I entered the room and stood in the center. There
was a large table in front of me where three men sat. A lady standing next to the door handed me
a page of songs that I was to sing. I began a little nervously and soon got better.
Halfway through, however, I began to feel sleepy and a bit dizzy. My words began to slur
and I felt as if I was a separate person altogether, watching a little girl fight to stay awake.
Something was wrong and I knew I had just lost my chance. I collapsed.
******
I woke up to find myself lying in the backseat of my father's car. My head was still
pounding. It took me a while to focus, but when I did I noticed that my dad was a little distracted.
"Otou-" I began.
"Kagome? What did you think you were doing!?" He began; his voice was rising slightly
with each new word. "What possessed you to take a SLEEPING PILL BEFORE AUDITIONS?
Or at ANYtime?"
My head was absolutely spinning now.
'Sleeping pill... I didn't take any sleeping pill.'
"What are you talking about? I didn't take any sleeping pills!" I screeched.
'Did he really think I was that dumb?' Needless to say I was a little angry.
I sat up and buckled myself in. Dad wasn't paying attention to the road.
"Don't lie to me! You fell asleep during your audition and some BOY took YOUR spot!" He
was furious.
'Some boy?'
Then it came back to me.
"Yeah, you'll need it."
Inuyasha, that jerk, had drugged me, his only competition! The coward!
"But dad, I didn't do it... It must have been in the Coke Inuyasha gave me." I told him. It
didn't matter now. The damage was done.
My dad turned around to look me in the eyes to see if I was telling the truth or not.
"I believe you," he said smiling and turned back around.
I nodded off to sleep again, smiling. I guess the sleeping pill hadn't worn off completely.
******
"Kagome, onegai," came a gentle voice from above me.
I was shrouded in darkness. Even without opening my eyes I could tell that I was lying on a
bed not my own and was in a room that was as unfamiliar to me as the bed on which I lay. I was
completely disoriented. My head was pounding and I felt as if I was floating.
I came crashing back to Earth as the voice called me once again. "Onegai, onegai Kagome,
wake up." It sounded so familiar, yet I couldn't quite place it.
I opened my eyes to try to identify the owner of the sorrowful voice. Bad move. As soon as
my eyes opened I was suffocated by a body embracing me as if I were its lifeline. The only lifeline
in an ocean filled with hungry, man-eating sharks.
'Mama,' I thought and smiled.
"Oh, Kagome! Are you all right?" She asked as she pulled away.
"I didn't make the band, so what? Where am I?" I asked as I took in my surroundings.
I was in a hospital with my mother and grandfather. My grandfather stood next to my mom,
cradling my one and only little brother Souta, who was wrapped in a sky blue blanket.
"Kagome," my grandpa spoke, "you were a sleep, weren't you?"
I nodded. He sighed.
"What are you talking about?" I was getting confused.
"You were in an accident, Kagome. A car collided with the driver's side while you were on
your way home," he explained shaking his head. "You've been asleep for almost a week now, in a
coma."
"A week? Where's dad?" I asked.
I saw my mom look away from me. I was getting a little more than worried. Frightened was
more accurate.
"He... " my grandfather started, rocking Souta back and forth in his arms. "He... Neither of
the drivers made it Kagome." He looked at the sleeping baby with a sudden interest.
"Iie... Iie, you're wrong! He can't be," I started saying, trying my best to hold back my tears.
"He can't b-"
"He is, Kagome!" my mother shouted angrily. "He's dead, he died, and he's not coming
back!"
She was not shouting at me, I knew, but it made me feel horrible. As if it were my fault.
'No,' I chided myself,
'It is NOT your fault! Don't blame yourself!'
'Then who am I to blame? I can't blame it on my dad and I can't blame it on the other driver-
they're DEAD!' I shouted to myself.
'It's not your fault,' I told myself once more.
'If you had won that audition, and you would have, we both know that, then you wouldn't
have been in that accident! You'd be signing a contract by now! It's their fault for not letting you
try again! You lost because of that jerk! It's all their fault... and his. Not yours!'
Him... Yes it was all his fault! How could I have forgotten... all of that...
/+|+\+/+|+\End of Flashback/+|+\+/+|+\
He had ruined my life from the start and here he was, Inuyasha, standing on stage as part of
the biggest band alive. It was just too much for me.
I had forgiven him for the sleeping pill and I knew that it was not his fault that my father
was dead, but a small part of me wouldn't believe it. It just couldn't. That little childish part of
myself felt that if I forgave him for the crash that the last of my father would die with it.
Sango and Ayame were erased from my list of revenge as his was inserted on every slot
from 1 to 50. I didn't know how, but I would at least pay him back for that audition.... Somehow.
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