This is my 3rd Inu fanfic but I hope my writing is improving. I got this
from a movie commercial that I only saw once. If you have heard or seen
anything about it I have no idea of what happens in it. I like how it
turned out so if it doesn't go with the story line of the movie I got it
from it's not supposed to. On with the story.
Disclaimer: Don't own Inu-yasha but he's on my Christmas list.
Transporter Inu-Yasha
Chapter one: Another job, just great!
It was one of those days that no matter how good of a day it was, it just seemed crappy. Inu-yasha had just finished a job, a little after lunchtime.
The summer air brushed across his face, black hair flowing in no certain direction. The ending of the job left him at the beach, he stared at the happy little people swimming and playing.
He was sitting on his black motorcycle; his helmet was in his hands in a ready position to put it on his head.
His eyes wondered, scanning the beach, nothing he liked in particular.
The light purple orbs landed on a child and his mother, the child was eager to show his mom the sand castle he had made.
That broke Inu-yasha star as he remembered that nothing like that ever happened to him.
He slipped on the helmet, started the motorcycle, and with one last glance at the child, drove away.
He felt something rumble and it wasn't his motorcycle, okay, so he was hungry. Who wouldn't after one thirty? (If you don't think so, well poo in your shoe)
Heading in a certain direction, he reached his final destination, the Ramen stand.
After paying for the meal he quickly devoured the noodles, like inhaling the air.
Man, that stuff was great.
He made 1,500 smackeroos by transporting dozens of computer chip viruses, to ruin a whole computer company.
Why the hell should he care, he didn't own any computers; he saw no use for them. If he was back in school maybe, but not now.
He wasn't supposed to care about what he was transporting, and what it was used for.
Yeah, his life was great, but today gave him a bad feeling. That's what was bothering him, everything was okay.
Starting up his motorcycle again, he drove off heading to his apartment. He parked in the little garage that they provided him with; in the parking lot he had a black sports car. So he didn't want a house, he got two cars instead, fine with him.
Walking up his small steps to the apartment doors, he got out his keys. One for the first door, the second form his room. He had a couple of others. Two keys being ones to his vehicles.
Unlocking the first door revealed the mailboxes, so he checked it out.
Bills. Great.
He went through each one.
Bill, bill, bill.
"What's new?" He murmured.
He checked in detail each one, while walking up the stairs. Unlocking his door to the only place he could relax, he placed the bills on the counter, and gently lay on the couch.
He sighed, life was boring.
He was starting to think he friend at the restaurant was right about getting a girlfriend. Out of boredom he turned on the T.V. to hear a woman's voice finishing her sentence.
". . . . the police are still investigating, and are trying their hardest to find the one responsible." Inu-yasha smirked.
'I think I know.' Not even knowing about what she was saying he probably knew who did what ever it was they did.
He flipped through the channels, not finding anything he liked, stopped on a music video channel. (mtv most likely)
He watched, thinking something along the lines of 'I can dance a lot better than they can!'
*Ring*ring* ring*
He looked over at the phone not being phased and got up to get it, groaning in the process. He pushed the 'on' button and said trying to sound half-way decent,
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Inu-yasha?" a sinister voice called out.
"Yeah, is this about a job?" People never called him about anything so this had to be a job.
"Yes it is, I have it all planned out. It will be preloaded in your car. I want you to take it to my house, from where you live it should take at most two days to get here."
"Wait . . . preloaded, why?" Inu-yasha said not liking the thought of someone else touching his car.
"My men will preload it, and I don't want you to look inside."
"okay, something I'm not supposed to see?" He couldn't believe this guy.
"I've heard from many men, that you could be trust worthy. I hope you live up to it. It is very important that you don't look in." He almost chocked this out in frustration.
"I won't look inside. Now that's cleared up how much will I get paid?"
Yep, jump straight to the money. (Damn straight!)
"five grand before, and 5 grand after the job is completed." Inu-yasha smirked.
"That sounds good, when should I start?"
"If you don't mind, tomorrow would be good." Inu-yasha looked surprised.
"Okay, if that's what you want. Oh, by the way what's the name of the man I'm doing business with?" 'What's this losers name?"
"Call me Naraku." Once again Inu-yasha smirked. (He does that a lot)
"Okay, Naraku. When do you want me to drive by and where?" Naraku replied.
"The shikon beach around nine a.m. So you start the drive early and others won't notice as much." Inu-yasha nodded his head once.
"Okay, I'll see you then." With that he hung up the phone.
"Well their goes my next two days." He stretched out his arms, being bored made him tired. Lying down on the couch again, he turned off the T.V. and took a little after noon nap.
~Meanwhile~
A girl in her school uniform was walking with a couple of friends. They were talking about normal teenage stuff. She looked about eighteen and was in great physical shape.
Slowly they were walking down the sidewalk, and talking as if they didn't have a care in the world. Unknown to her friends, the raven-haired girl was saddened by something that had recently happened in her life.
She hid the secret well from her friends not letting a slip of the tongue of expression change. The street of departure came and her friends stopped at the corner to talk for a little bit longer before they all had said their good byes.
Her pace was even slower than her friends, dragging her feet. Her eyes were downcast, staring at the ground as if she was watching a movie.
A couple pairs of eyes watched her walk away from her friends, ending up alone on an empty street.
Her hands gripped her backpack straps around her arms. She was unable to notice that a white van was creeping into view from behind, and was coming for her.
The side of the van was next to her, moving at her pace, she looked up in surprise to see three men looking at her with hungrily or angry eyes.
She started to run the opposite way of the van, which was backwards. The van, already predicting this, backed up on to the sidewalk to block her escape as the men jumped out and grabbed her.
She was unable to move or speak, and they abducted her as if it was nothing.
Still struggling they told her, "Don't worry, we can't touch you, only Naraku is allowed to do that."
She looked horrified, and shot her eyes all around the back of the van for a way out of this. They held a rag in her nose roughly, unwillingly she was knocked out, her last thoughts being that she hoped her mom would be okay.
~Back to Inu-yasha~
He woke to the sounds of thumping, coming from above. Grunting in annoyance he got up and turned on the T.V.
"Stupid teenagers, always fuckin' doin' that shit." He mumbled this to himself.
Still having the thought in mind, he wondered when he was . . . Why the hell was he thinking of something like that. He wasn't a dirty little imp.
He devil voice said something like 'you have to get laid sometime!' the other voce being the angel said ' you're such an idiot, why don't you get someone to love or something.'
He was trying to tell them both that they were both wrong.
Sitting up he glanced at the clock, eight at night.
"Might as well eat." He got up and walked into the kitchen, now the only thing he had to decide was what to eat.
He opened every cabinet , to not find nothing or nothing edible that is. He went to the fridge on last resort. He dug through the ice, which piled up from lack of cleaning, and pulled out a T.V. dinner.
He cheered in his head sarcastically, 'Yay! Chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas!'
He opened the box and preheated the oven. With a knife he poked holes in the plastic cover. He popped open the oven and placed the frozen food with a tray in the oven.
Walking over he went to see that after the upstairs incident, he left it on with the same channel as before.
He picked up the remote and channel surfed, flashes of light flickered on and off across his face.
At least his thumb was getting exercise, he was well built but hell he didn't do anything that day except ride his motorcycle.
He stopped looking for channels when he found one with action and suspense, a movie to be precise. It was from a year ago and he already saw it a couple of times, but he found him self glued to the screen.
He lost count of the time and his mind in the world of action and heard the timer beeping. He got up and ate. Good but not satisfying.
He crept into bed and the last thought he had was why Naraku didn't want him to look inside.
What did you think? I liked it but tell me what you think by reviewing okay? Well I might update soon it kinda depends. R+R. goodbye.
Transporter Inu-Yasha
Chapter one: Another job, just great!
It was one of those days that no matter how good of a day it was, it just seemed crappy. Inu-yasha had just finished a job, a little after lunchtime.
The summer air brushed across his face, black hair flowing in no certain direction. The ending of the job left him at the beach, he stared at the happy little people swimming and playing.
He was sitting on his black motorcycle; his helmet was in his hands in a ready position to put it on his head.
His eyes wondered, scanning the beach, nothing he liked in particular.
The light purple orbs landed on a child and his mother, the child was eager to show his mom the sand castle he had made.
That broke Inu-yasha star as he remembered that nothing like that ever happened to him.
He slipped on the helmet, started the motorcycle, and with one last glance at the child, drove away.
He felt something rumble and it wasn't his motorcycle, okay, so he was hungry. Who wouldn't after one thirty? (If you don't think so, well poo in your shoe)
Heading in a certain direction, he reached his final destination, the Ramen stand.
After paying for the meal he quickly devoured the noodles, like inhaling the air.
Man, that stuff was great.
He made 1,500 smackeroos by transporting dozens of computer chip viruses, to ruin a whole computer company.
Why the hell should he care, he didn't own any computers; he saw no use for them. If he was back in school maybe, but not now.
He wasn't supposed to care about what he was transporting, and what it was used for.
Yeah, his life was great, but today gave him a bad feeling. That's what was bothering him, everything was okay.
Starting up his motorcycle again, he drove off heading to his apartment. He parked in the little garage that they provided him with; in the parking lot he had a black sports car. So he didn't want a house, he got two cars instead, fine with him.
Walking up his small steps to the apartment doors, he got out his keys. One for the first door, the second form his room. He had a couple of others. Two keys being ones to his vehicles.
Unlocking the first door revealed the mailboxes, so he checked it out.
Bills. Great.
He went through each one.
Bill, bill, bill.
"What's new?" He murmured.
He checked in detail each one, while walking up the stairs. Unlocking his door to the only place he could relax, he placed the bills on the counter, and gently lay on the couch.
He sighed, life was boring.
He was starting to think he friend at the restaurant was right about getting a girlfriend. Out of boredom he turned on the T.V. to hear a woman's voice finishing her sentence.
". . . . the police are still investigating, and are trying their hardest to find the one responsible." Inu-yasha smirked.
'I think I know.' Not even knowing about what she was saying he probably knew who did what ever it was they did.
He flipped through the channels, not finding anything he liked, stopped on a music video channel. (mtv most likely)
He watched, thinking something along the lines of 'I can dance a lot better than they can!'
*Ring*ring* ring*
He looked over at the phone not being phased and got up to get it, groaning in the process. He pushed the 'on' button and said trying to sound half-way decent,
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Inu-yasha?" a sinister voice called out.
"Yeah, is this about a job?" People never called him about anything so this had to be a job.
"Yes it is, I have it all planned out. It will be preloaded in your car. I want you to take it to my house, from where you live it should take at most two days to get here."
"Wait . . . preloaded, why?" Inu-yasha said not liking the thought of someone else touching his car.
"My men will preload it, and I don't want you to look inside."
"okay, something I'm not supposed to see?" He couldn't believe this guy.
"I've heard from many men, that you could be trust worthy. I hope you live up to it. It is very important that you don't look in." He almost chocked this out in frustration.
"I won't look inside. Now that's cleared up how much will I get paid?"
Yep, jump straight to the money. (Damn straight!)
"five grand before, and 5 grand after the job is completed." Inu-yasha smirked.
"That sounds good, when should I start?"
"If you don't mind, tomorrow would be good." Inu-yasha looked surprised.
"Okay, if that's what you want. Oh, by the way what's the name of the man I'm doing business with?" 'What's this losers name?"
"Call me Naraku." Once again Inu-yasha smirked. (He does that a lot)
"Okay, Naraku. When do you want me to drive by and where?" Naraku replied.
"The shikon beach around nine a.m. So you start the drive early and others won't notice as much." Inu-yasha nodded his head once.
"Okay, I'll see you then." With that he hung up the phone.
"Well their goes my next two days." He stretched out his arms, being bored made him tired. Lying down on the couch again, he turned off the T.V. and took a little after noon nap.
~Meanwhile~
A girl in her school uniform was walking with a couple of friends. They were talking about normal teenage stuff. She looked about eighteen and was in great physical shape.
Slowly they were walking down the sidewalk, and talking as if they didn't have a care in the world. Unknown to her friends, the raven-haired girl was saddened by something that had recently happened in her life.
She hid the secret well from her friends not letting a slip of the tongue of expression change. The street of departure came and her friends stopped at the corner to talk for a little bit longer before they all had said their good byes.
Her pace was even slower than her friends, dragging her feet. Her eyes were downcast, staring at the ground as if she was watching a movie.
A couple pairs of eyes watched her walk away from her friends, ending up alone on an empty street.
Her hands gripped her backpack straps around her arms. She was unable to notice that a white van was creeping into view from behind, and was coming for her.
The side of the van was next to her, moving at her pace, she looked up in surprise to see three men looking at her with hungrily or angry eyes.
She started to run the opposite way of the van, which was backwards. The van, already predicting this, backed up on to the sidewalk to block her escape as the men jumped out and grabbed her.
She was unable to move or speak, and they abducted her as if it was nothing.
Still struggling they told her, "Don't worry, we can't touch you, only Naraku is allowed to do that."
She looked horrified, and shot her eyes all around the back of the van for a way out of this. They held a rag in her nose roughly, unwillingly she was knocked out, her last thoughts being that she hoped her mom would be okay.
~Back to Inu-yasha~
He woke to the sounds of thumping, coming from above. Grunting in annoyance he got up and turned on the T.V.
"Stupid teenagers, always fuckin' doin' that shit." He mumbled this to himself.
Still having the thought in mind, he wondered when he was . . . Why the hell was he thinking of something like that. He wasn't a dirty little imp.
He devil voice said something like 'you have to get laid sometime!' the other voce being the angel said ' you're such an idiot, why don't you get someone to love or something.'
He was trying to tell them both that they were both wrong.
Sitting up he glanced at the clock, eight at night.
"Might as well eat." He got up and walked into the kitchen, now the only thing he had to decide was what to eat.
He opened every cabinet , to not find nothing or nothing edible that is. He went to the fridge on last resort. He dug through the ice, which piled up from lack of cleaning, and pulled out a T.V. dinner.
He cheered in his head sarcastically, 'Yay! Chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas!'
He opened the box and preheated the oven. With a knife he poked holes in the plastic cover. He popped open the oven and placed the frozen food with a tray in the oven.
Walking over he went to see that after the upstairs incident, he left it on with the same channel as before.
He picked up the remote and channel surfed, flashes of light flickered on and off across his face.
At least his thumb was getting exercise, he was well built but hell he didn't do anything that day except ride his motorcycle.
He stopped looking for channels when he found one with action and suspense, a movie to be precise. It was from a year ago and he already saw it a couple of times, but he found him self glued to the screen.
He lost count of the time and his mind in the world of action and heard the timer beeping. He got up and ate. Good but not satisfying.
He crept into bed and the last thought he had was why Naraku didn't want him to look inside.
What did you think? I liked it but tell me what you think by reviewing okay? Well I might update soon it kinda depends. R+R. goodbye.