Hello people. I know I should'nt put up another fiction so soon but I must.
If I don't do it now, I will never have the chance to probably for a long
time. It's because hell is gonna break loose at Wal Mart because of the
holiday season and I'll be working overtime. But hell, at least I'll be
having a phat ass wallet pretty soon. Anyway this is my shot at the drama
genre. This long story was burning holes in my brain and I got to lay it
down now! If you like it, tell a fool something.
Disclaimer: It's not my child, damn it!
Inuyasha: Goshinboku
Chapter 1" Smash Brothers and Crash Dummies
The stench of nicotine, weed smoke, and various alcohol was in the air. I've used to be irritated by the scent but now I'm pretty much used to it. And I'd always thought that why did most of the patron wore cheap and expensive colonge when it is easily overwhelemed by the stenche. Goshinboku, in recent months, has become a second family to me, mainly because of my singing and pianoistic talents. I'd played the score articulately to the end and bow to the audience of curious college students and drifters as they applauded. Most of the young audience were young men dazzled by my beauty as I headed to the bar. I was being sweated heavily as I ambled through the club with a midnight blue polyester Chinese skirt. I've grown to love the attention. All eyes on me.
Of course some of them tried their luck and failed because of their insecurities. There were even a few that only wanna have sex with me and only think of me as an object. Oh! How I loathe those filthy bastards! Some seem nice and secure but never made an effort to approach me because of their intimidation of my pulchritude and fears of rejections. I'm a nice young woman really and I'm not really that picky.
So you don't believe me? I'd thought so. Saying that I'm not picky was kinda rash. Well if I must have a paramour he must really know how to take care of himself and his business. If not, he's just a waste of my time. Yes and I hope that another man will not approach me because he's only interested in my beauty and only wants to fuck me, he'll be sorry. I really don't want to tell you what happened to an unfortunate soul who tried to pull off that stunt. Tonight's customers is a prime example of those kinds of men-all ogling and wolf whistling me down.
I sat on a barstool at the counter. My "big brother", Jolly Jackson, complimented me for tonight's entertainment at the piano. Oh? Who is Jolly Jackson you ask? Well let me tell you: he's a behemoth of a man. A towering, four hundred pound brown mountain of testosterone. No rippling muscles found anywhere on his body , yet only fat like muscles. And don't get me wrong now, Jolly Jackson is a motherfucker! I recall an instant last month when a fight broked out because of the new waitress, Kikyou, and he was force to throw all four offenders out the club-at once! Another instace was when I needed to put a tire on my white 97 Galant. This man carried my spare tire with one hand and LIFTED the front of my car with the other while he instructed me to put on the tire. Jolly Jackson is unreal! A sort of guy straight out of a Marvel comic book. As a matter of fact he kinda looks like BoneCrusher plus the unkempt hair.
"Nice night." He said in his incredibly deep voice. The vocals still sends chills and amazement to this very day. I regarded towards him with carefree eyes.
"Yes nice indeed." I replied. " You did'nt get into trouble tonight did you?"
Jolly Jackson looked bemused. A rare smile gracing his chubby face.
"Nah. I'd only had to throw a couple of dudes in a dumpster." He grinned. Jacson wasn't joking either. If it were any other bouncer the offenders probably retaliated, cursing at him like sailors. And if they did- well you go figure it out.
I regarded him again. "You didn't have to knuckle up with a few guys did you?" I grew concerned for any poor soul who had to face him. Jackson smiled grew wider as if he was participating for a quarrell.
"Nope. But I do hope that it'll come down to that." He cracked his knuckles. " I hope it'll be a body builder, a mobster, or a navy seal."
I can understand his hatred of body builders and navy seals but why mobsters. Those guys don't fight, they only fire guns in panic. Since he mentioned it I prayed that there wouldn't be any mobsters starting shit in here.
" Kagome." He called. " Have you be getting any problems lately?" He tilted his glasses and reveal small, intimidating brown eyes.
" No worries big boy." I answered crossing my legs, innocently catching the attention of a few lecherous would be stalkers. Jolly Jackson glared at them and cracked his huge, calloused knuckles with an evil smirk. The lechers whipped back to their business immediately.
"Whoa, Killer!" I conjoled. He looked back at me with a blessed smile. At that moment, a tune can be heard outside drawing closer to the entrance of Goshinboku. I rythmly rock my head as I noticed the song.
'I like the way you move'
~'I like the way you move'
~'Whooooo'
~' I love the waaaaay you move'
~' I love the way/ I love the way'
"That's the shit right there!" Jolly Jackson lampooned.
As the double doors opened, for a moment, I can see a extended navy blue sports utility vehicle with neon lights and huge decorated tires and rims underneathe it. The showoff!! I instantly recognized him. The wolf youkai, Kouga. He was wearing a pristine white sweat outfit and several jewelry lined on his hands and arms. I really like his shoes and I wondered if he can keep up with em. White Air Force One shoes laced with red trimming. The track star certainly knew how to live a life of leisure that's for sure.
He walked up to me and Bone er, Jolly Jackson and gave me a pass, eyeing the split of my Chinese skirt. I wave at him and batted my eyelashes at him, baiting him for Jolly Jacksons wrath. Instead Jolly Jackson embraced him (nearly crushing his body in the process) and hand shaked him.
"Kouga, my boy! It's been years, homie." Jackson greeted. I never knew that they were old friends until now. I knew him from college.
"Yeah." Kouga chorted. " Long time, no see, big boy. Anyway, have you seen SnowMan by any chance?"
Jolly made an face. " Yeah, earlier. He said that he'll be back at the end of the week."
" Okay, I guess I meet him then. Well, is Myouga back there?"
"Yeah he's here. I'll tell him that you've arrived. Follow me." The wolf youkai followed the tall powerful man upstairs. I'd eyed him. Before he left my view he turned and glance at me and made a burlesque jesture by crossing his right palm over his left and then flapping them together, making a flopping sound. Afterwards he grinned maliciouslous and proceeded upstairs.
"In your dreams." I muttered. I knew what that sign meant-he still fancies for me. There's no way he's getting into these panties. I was left to sit alone at the bar counter. I paid no heed to the lechers who whipped back to swoon at me due to the fact Jolly Jackson has gone upstairs. I summoned the bartender by ringing the counter bell. " What would you like tonight, Dear Kagome?"
" Just an strawberry-kiwi daiqurie." I'd answered the bartender.
The bartender rinsed a champenge glass and attended his duties. I winced as I suddenly felt a cold chill came into the club. A young man entered through the double doors. An unusually handsome son of a bitch I had to admit. Plus, he's headed straight to the bar! I then noticed his unusual long silvery white hair and his canine ears. A dog demon I pressumed. He was wearing a black Atlanta Falcons jersey with baggy red fleece pants with several pokets. What strangely occurred to me was the snap brim hat he was carrying delicately in his right arm. Some of the patrons near the door gave away his identity as they mumbled something that sounds like "snitch" and "crooked cop."
He was a detective or some special agent. He was really cute.
Ohh here he comes.
He sat two stools away from me and called the bartender for an order. He then spun around and rocked his head with the jazz music that was currently playing. I'd studied his features. A young dude, probably older than I am but had a boyish (and puppy-like) charm.
'Ah. A man in mind and a child at heart I pressume." I mused. " But I hope he's not childish."
Then something interesting happened: he gawked at me, only for a second and whipped back at the scenery. He's nervous. I sometimes frightened myself. I know I am a slim girl with a now dubbed "duck booty", but it's ridiculous how appealing to the opposite sex I became.
So I'd decided to play along. Just have a little fun for tonight.
" Hello, how do you do?" I pipired.
"Right now, I'm fine." He replied.
" Nice night isn't it?"
"Feh. If I can live to see several more of these kinds of nights after this week."
I fidgeted at his statement. It's Halloween week. What could be going on to make him say that?
"Someone seeks your life?" I asked casually. I began sipping at my daiqurie the bartender just handed.
The canine man sip his alcoholic beverage as well. " No." I really like his dulcet voice.
"What ails you then?" I pressed.
" Well, sweetie, there's some pretty nasty shit been going down around here." He explained.
I began to grow curious. " Like what?"
He continued. " Well, there was a rumor about a fight broked out here." He paused. "Over a waitress."
This guy was really on to something. " The woman named Kikyou?" I pointed to a tall pale skined woman with long ebon black hair. She was an attractive woman taking orders from a group of college students.
The canine man gawked between us and frowned " That's your sister?" Slightly amazed by our similarities.
" No relations." I replied. "But good friends." We looked towards Kikyou. She was unusuall tall for a young woman. She maybe taller than the canine man setting next to me, roughly over six feet two inches tall. The man gawked at her. I guess he noticed her figure even under those baggy clothing. As a matter of fact, I'd never recalled my friend wearing a skirt or dress or showing leg at all. And if she ever did it'll be a riot.
I looked back to the canine man. "So. What about that fight?"
"Well two of the troublemakers bodies' were found in a river a few days ago."
I gasped in slight horror. "What!? I didn't know that. It wasn't even on the news."
The man sighed. " It's because it's gang related. And the main lead is this night club. Goshinboku. Lady, it's nice meeting you. Please be careful. I am detective Inuyasha."
I sheepishly introduced myself. "It's nice meeting you too detective."
He then noticed I was drinking my daiqurie a little to fast. "Whoa! Slow down, kid. You're gonna be smashed."
I retorted. " Shut up! You crash dummy!" I was becoming intoxicated, because I'd already had two daiquires before this one.
A/N: Well how was it y'all? With enough requests and reviews I'll hopefully udate as soon as possible.See you late. Oh yeah lemme shout out to Ms. Millie M. Banshee. Thanks for the review, sweetie. It's a severe honor to become a favorite author in such little time. Shit, I'd expected to be Wal Mart employee of the month before becoming a fan favorite. Well you guys tell me what you think. Oh! Sanford and Son is coming on. Later!!
Disclaimer: It's not my child, damn it!
Inuyasha: Goshinboku
Chapter 1" Smash Brothers and Crash Dummies
The stench of nicotine, weed smoke, and various alcohol was in the air. I've used to be irritated by the scent but now I'm pretty much used to it. And I'd always thought that why did most of the patron wore cheap and expensive colonge when it is easily overwhelemed by the stenche. Goshinboku, in recent months, has become a second family to me, mainly because of my singing and pianoistic talents. I'd played the score articulately to the end and bow to the audience of curious college students and drifters as they applauded. Most of the young audience were young men dazzled by my beauty as I headed to the bar. I was being sweated heavily as I ambled through the club with a midnight blue polyester Chinese skirt. I've grown to love the attention. All eyes on me.
Of course some of them tried their luck and failed because of their insecurities. There were even a few that only wanna have sex with me and only think of me as an object. Oh! How I loathe those filthy bastards! Some seem nice and secure but never made an effort to approach me because of their intimidation of my pulchritude and fears of rejections. I'm a nice young woman really and I'm not really that picky.
So you don't believe me? I'd thought so. Saying that I'm not picky was kinda rash. Well if I must have a paramour he must really know how to take care of himself and his business. If not, he's just a waste of my time. Yes and I hope that another man will not approach me because he's only interested in my beauty and only wants to fuck me, he'll be sorry. I really don't want to tell you what happened to an unfortunate soul who tried to pull off that stunt. Tonight's customers is a prime example of those kinds of men-all ogling and wolf whistling me down.
I sat on a barstool at the counter. My "big brother", Jolly Jackson, complimented me for tonight's entertainment at the piano. Oh? Who is Jolly Jackson you ask? Well let me tell you: he's a behemoth of a man. A towering, four hundred pound brown mountain of testosterone. No rippling muscles found anywhere on his body , yet only fat like muscles. And don't get me wrong now, Jolly Jackson is a motherfucker! I recall an instant last month when a fight broked out because of the new waitress, Kikyou, and he was force to throw all four offenders out the club-at once! Another instace was when I needed to put a tire on my white 97 Galant. This man carried my spare tire with one hand and LIFTED the front of my car with the other while he instructed me to put on the tire. Jolly Jackson is unreal! A sort of guy straight out of a Marvel comic book. As a matter of fact he kinda looks like BoneCrusher plus the unkempt hair.
"Nice night." He said in his incredibly deep voice. The vocals still sends chills and amazement to this very day. I regarded towards him with carefree eyes.
"Yes nice indeed." I replied. " You did'nt get into trouble tonight did you?"
Jolly Jackson looked bemused. A rare smile gracing his chubby face.
"Nah. I'd only had to throw a couple of dudes in a dumpster." He grinned. Jacson wasn't joking either. If it were any other bouncer the offenders probably retaliated, cursing at him like sailors. And if they did- well you go figure it out.
I regarded him again. "You didn't have to knuckle up with a few guys did you?" I grew concerned for any poor soul who had to face him. Jackson smiled grew wider as if he was participating for a quarrell.
"Nope. But I do hope that it'll come down to that." He cracked his knuckles. " I hope it'll be a body builder, a mobster, or a navy seal."
I can understand his hatred of body builders and navy seals but why mobsters. Those guys don't fight, they only fire guns in panic. Since he mentioned it I prayed that there wouldn't be any mobsters starting shit in here.
" Kagome." He called. " Have you be getting any problems lately?" He tilted his glasses and reveal small, intimidating brown eyes.
" No worries big boy." I answered crossing my legs, innocently catching the attention of a few lecherous would be stalkers. Jolly Jackson glared at them and cracked his huge, calloused knuckles with an evil smirk. The lechers whipped back to their business immediately.
"Whoa, Killer!" I conjoled. He looked back at me with a blessed smile. At that moment, a tune can be heard outside drawing closer to the entrance of Goshinboku. I rythmly rock my head as I noticed the song.
'I like the way you move'
~'I like the way you move'
~'Whooooo'
~' I love the waaaaay you move'
~' I love the way/ I love the way'
"That's the shit right there!" Jolly Jackson lampooned.
As the double doors opened, for a moment, I can see a extended navy blue sports utility vehicle with neon lights and huge decorated tires and rims underneathe it. The showoff!! I instantly recognized him. The wolf youkai, Kouga. He was wearing a pristine white sweat outfit and several jewelry lined on his hands and arms. I really like his shoes and I wondered if he can keep up with em. White Air Force One shoes laced with red trimming. The track star certainly knew how to live a life of leisure that's for sure.
He walked up to me and Bone er, Jolly Jackson and gave me a pass, eyeing the split of my Chinese skirt. I wave at him and batted my eyelashes at him, baiting him for Jolly Jacksons wrath. Instead Jolly Jackson embraced him (nearly crushing his body in the process) and hand shaked him.
"Kouga, my boy! It's been years, homie." Jackson greeted. I never knew that they were old friends until now. I knew him from college.
"Yeah." Kouga chorted. " Long time, no see, big boy. Anyway, have you seen SnowMan by any chance?"
Jolly made an face. " Yeah, earlier. He said that he'll be back at the end of the week."
" Okay, I guess I meet him then. Well, is Myouga back there?"
"Yeah he's here. I'll tell him that you've arrived. Follow me." The wolf youkai followed the tall powerful man upstairs. I'd eyed him. Before he left my view he turned and glance at me and made a burlesque jesture by crossing his right palm over his left and then flapping them together, making a flopping sound. Afterwards he grinned maliciouslous and proceeded upstairs.
"In your dreams." I muttered. I knew what that sign meant-he still fancies for me. There's no way he's getting into these panties. I was left to sit alone at the bar counter. I paid no heed to the lechers who whipped back to swoon at me due to the fact Jolly Jackson has gone upstairs. I summoned the bartender by ringing the counter bell. " What would you like tonight, Dear Kagome?"
" Just an strawberry-kiwi daiqurie." I'd answered the bartender.
The bartender rinsed a champenge glass and attended his duties. I winced as I suddenly felt a cold chill came into the club. A young man entered through the double doors. An unusually handsome son of a bitch I had to admit. Plus, he's headed straight to the bar! I then noticed his unusual long silvery white hair and his canine ears. A dog demon I pressumed. He was wearing a black Atlanta Falcons jersey with baggy red fleece pants with several pokets. What strangely occurred to me was the snap brim hat he was carrying delicately in his right arm. Some of the patrons near the door gave away his identity as they mumbled something that sounds like "snitch" and "crooked cop."
He was a detective or some special agent. He was really cute.
Ohh here he comes.
He sat two stools away from me and called the bartender for an order. He then spun around and rocked his head with the jazz music that was currently playing. I'd studied his features. A young dude, probably older than I am but had a boyish (and puppy-like) charm.
'Ah. A man in mind and a child at heart I pressume." I mused. " But I hope he's not childish."
Then something interesting happened: he gawked at me, only for a second and whipped back at the scenery. He's nervous. I sometimes frightened myself. I know I am a slim girl with a now dubbed "duck booty", but it's ridiculous how appealing to the opposite sex I became.
So I'd decided to play along. Just have a little fun for tonight.
" Hello, how do you do?" I pipired.
"Right now, I'm fine." He replied.
" Nice night isn't it?"
"Feh. If I can live to see several more of these kinds of nights after this week."
I fidgeted at his statement. It's Halloween week. What could be going on to make him say that?
"Someone seeks your life?" I asked casually. I began sipping at my daiqurie the bartender just handed.
The canine man sip his alcoholic beverage as well. " No." I really like his dulcet voice.
"What ails you then?" I pressed.
" Well, sweetie, there's some pretty nasty shit been going down around here." He explained.
I began to grow curious. " Like what?"
He continued. " Well, there was a rumor about a fight broked out here." He paused. "Over a waitress."
This guy was really on to something. " The woman named Kikyou?" I pointed to a tall pale skined woman with long ebon black hair. She was an attractive woman taking orders from a group of college students.
The canine man gawked between us and frowned " That's your sister?" Slightly amazed by our similarities.
" No relations." I replied. "But good friends." We looked towards Kikyou. She was unusuall tall for a young woman. She maybe taller than the canine man setting next to me, roughly over six feet two inches tall. The man gawked at her. I guess he noticed her figure even under those baggy clothing. As a matter of fact, I'd never recalled my friend wearing a skirt or dress or showing leg at all. And if she ever did it'll be a riot.
I looked back to the canine man. "So. What about that fight?"
"Well two of the troublemakers bodies' were found in a river a few days ago."
I gasped in slight horror. "What!? I didn't know that. It wasn't even on the news."
The man sighed. " It's because it's gang related. And the main lead is this night club. Goshinboku. Lady, it's nice meeting you. Please be careful. I am detective Inuyasha."
I sheepishly introduced myself. "It's nice meeting you too detective."
He then noticed I was drinking my daiqurie a little to fast. "Whoa! Slow down, kid. You're gonna be smashed."
I retorted. " Shut up! You crash dummy!" I was becoming intoxicated, because I'd already had two daiquires before this one.
A/N: Well how was it y'all? With enough requests and reviews I'll hopefully udate as soon as possible.See you late. Oh yeah lemme shout out to Ms. Millie M. Banshee. Thanks for the review, sweetie. It's a severe honor to become a favorite author in such little time. Shit, I'd expected to be Wal Mart employee of the month before becoming a fan favorite. Well you guys tell me what you think. Oh! Sanford and Son is coming on. Later!!