Painful Introductions
~A face to face encounter with the now adult little boy did nothing to lighten your mood.
The same little boy that had ruined your life, as well as your chance to be a professional singer, so
many years ago. And at first it seems like he remembers you, but then you know he hadn't when
he starts to- unknowingly- tell you how you had ruined HIS life while calling you by another girls
name and speaking almost completely in questions. Apparently you two look so very much alike.
When you correct him on his error about you NOT being her he calls you a lair- without actually
saying it- and, once again, speaks using a question. You, in return, tell him that you were not and
are not this girl that he says you are. And what does he do?!? He walks away! He walks away
from you without saying anything. Never apologizing for the mix-up between you and this other
girl- Oh, how you want to meet this girl and give her a HUGE hug for making his life a living
hell!- he goes and walks off leaving you tongue-tied and dumbfounded. What's his problem? What
the hell just happened?... Uhmmmmm...... He never really remembered you in the first place....
Humph!~
I was just standing there starring at the retreating back of my life's ruin as it crossed the
room to speak with the band's drummer. The man had his back turned toward me as he talked to
the swarm of girls in which he stood as the centerpiece.
Now that I was closer to him than earlier I could see that he wore three earrings on his left
ear and two on his right. He had a purple cloth wrapped around his right hand in a cast-like
manner with a beaded pearl-white necklace around the cloth. I remembered hearing something
about this before. It was his trademark of a sort. It was supposed to represent an 'air void' a
Buddhist priest was cursed to carry, that is sung about in 'A Feudal Fairytale' which was called
Kazaana. 'Kazaana'-the song- mind you, has absolutely nothing to do with the Kazaana trademark.
'Kazaana' was a song about nothing in particular that had a kick-ass beat and sung by the one who
supported the trademark. Yes, confusing, I know.
Yet, the thing that I noticed first about him, as he turned his face to speak to a girl next to
him, was his smile. It gave me chills. This man had a smile that said, "I'm just an innocent little
boy. Turn you attention elsewhere and you'll never see me again." At least that's the first thing
that came to mind when I saw that eerily innocent smile of his.
Inuyasha never reached his friend.
A loud "BANG!" and "THUD!" came from outside of the room and everyone froze.
Following the sounds, Sango burst into the room, pulling a still 'dead to the world' Ayame behind
her, and looked around with eyes that burned with anger. Ayame was being literally dragged by
her Demonic shirt's collar, still daydreaming. 'How does she do it?' I thought jealously. Oh, how I
wished I could be so oblivious to my surroundings- and Sango as she spotted me.
"You!" She shouted and pointed a finger my way. However, in doing so, she pointed at
Inuyasha and his reaction sent me instantly to my knees hugging my stomach.
"Eep!" He screeched and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The snack bar seemed to have
suddenly sprout legs and was trembling! I couldn't hold it back anymore and burst out laughing
when I finally realized what had happened. It was too much! Inuyasha was afraid of Sango- a girl
he had never seen nor knew!
'What a coward,' I thought. Even though I knew that I should follow his example I
couldn't. I was hardly even able to breathe. It seemed like I had been losing my breath a lot lately.
Sango, having momentarily forgotten the reason for having barged into the backstage area
in such a manner, just starred blankly at the shivering table at a complete loss. At my outburst, her
attention snapped back around to me and the reason for her entrance and anger.
"You! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," said Sango, shaking a
finger at me.
"I've been here the whole time. I told you I'd be back here, remember?" I shouted. I was a
little cross for getting scolded by my friend- IN FRONT OF EVERYONE- when I had told her I'd
be where I was.
"I was back here earlier and didn't see you," she yelled across the room. Neither of us had
moved from our spots and neither of us was going to any time soon.
"I was probably sleeping!" I yelled back, trying to ignore the silence of the room. "Did you
check in that room?" I asked as I pointed to the open door to the left of me.
"Iie... Gomen," she mumbled. "It's just that Ayame won't snap out of her daydreaming
trance. I've tried everythi-"
She cut herself of as she noticed the man that had started to slowly inching towards her
after getting over his initial shock. "Na-nani?"
"Uh-uhmm..." He began. It was that drummer boy again. That creepy smile was still on his
face as he took her hands in his and pointedly ignored the audible thump caused by Ayame's lack
of support. "Miss?"
"H-Hai?" I couldn't believe my eyes! She, Sango Taijiya, was blushing! B-L-U-S-H-I-N-G.
It had to have been the light in the room playing tricks with my mind. Sango never blushed!
Wait... Had she just stuttered? Twice? This was defiantly a dream!
"Will you bare my son?"
"Na-nani?" Yes, this was definitely a dream.
What happened next took some time for my mind to register. The drummer had taken one
of his hands way from hers and groped her butt. I gasped, Sango fumed, and I swear I heard
someone mutter, "Baka." If anyone had thought Sango was mad earlier, then she was
over-the-top furious now. She took away her hands and slapped him full force across his face.
Even while rubbing his glowing red cheek that had an impression of a hand, he was still smiling
that same smile, only now he looked... happy?
"HENTAI!"
My mind vaguely registered the fact that Ayame woke at Sango's outburst as I watched the
next scene of this little play we had created unfold. In a flash Inuyasha was standing next to
Sango, assisting in the man's assault. "MIROKU!" He growled, and I mean that literally. "You
pervert!"
Miroku crumbled to the ground with various sized bumps on his head and one twitching
hand.
"What happened?" Ayame asked as she rubbed her head while slowly standing up. She was
completely confused and just stared at the man on the floor.
"It's about time you woke up!" Sango and I shouted in unison.
"What were you dreaming about?" Sango asked. I had still not moved closer to them,
because of a certain someone that was standing next to my best friend. I let Sango ask the
questions so that I didn't have to shout. "We tried everything to snap you out of that trance you
were i-"
Sango's sentence was cut short, though. In the blink of an eye, we found our friend in
Miroku's arms. Wow he recovered fast! Ayame froze.
"O beautiful maiden, whilst the bareth mine own offspring," he asked using the most serious
expression.
"HENTAI!!!" Sango screamed once again.
This time I joined in on pummeling the drummer. Sango could take care of herself and she
would strike at anyone she felt like hitting without a second thought. But Ayame was too naive
and good-hearted for her own good. I didn't want to see him succeed in touching my other friend
like he had done only moments ago. It would traumatize the girl.
Sango and I seemed to be on the same page and she tried her best to knock the man
unconscious. Inuyasha just stood by and watched his friend get beaten without mercy, mumbling,
"you idiot.." and shaking his head.
Miroku still did it. When Ayame bent down to the seemingly dead man to check for any
signs of life she suddenly jumped back, into the arms of a stranger and buried her face in his chest.
Even though I could not see it I knew it happened. He had managed to lift his hand and
caress her bottom. Oh, I wanted to KILL that man!
The stranger that Ayame had jumped to happened to be the third member of Demonic. At
first he was shocked, then confused, and then down right pissed. "MIROKU! Stop terrorizing our
fans! They're the only reason you have a job, houshi. remember that!"
"Houshi?" Sango asked.
"A nickname," Inuyasha explained.
"Oh..."
"Get off of me!" The man shouted, trying to dislodge the frightened girl. She wouldn't let go.
After a few more minutes of trying, he gave up and turned his attention towards me. "Kikyo?
What are you doing here?"
I know he didn't know I wasn't her, but my anger rose considerably.
"I'M NOT KIKYO!" And I stomped off, back to the room I had occupied before, not
forgetting to slam the door as hard as possible.
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