Art In Death
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to the said work. The plot of this story was inspired by a book I once read.
Chapter Two: Face To Face With The Family ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The air was misty, like a dream just about to vanish. Beams of light blended in with the morning breeze. It was his favorite time of day. At dawn, he could be alone, he could think, or just simply be.
Sota Higurashi had never lived anywhere but the Island of Four Souls – he'd never wanted to. He'd seen the mainland and visited big cities, but the island with all its flaws was his.
He was born there twenty-five years ago, delivered by his own father. When he was younger, his sisters often told him about the tale of how he was born – with laughing parents and father's waiting arms. Now his mother was long gone and his father had died years before.
Sota checked his watch and it read 5:00 am. He began to walk through the forest, knowing there would be time before he had to prepare breakfast for those who are staying at the Shikon Inn.
He took his time and took the long way, the island was only two miles across at its widest, and Sota know every inch of it, the beach, the marshes, the forest...
Visitors came now and then, despite the solitude, or perhaps because of it. To keep the house, the island, the Higurashis had turned part of their home into an inn. Sota knew his grandfather hated the outsiders and concluded that what had driven his mother away, the need for people, faces, and voices.
When he came out of the trees, the light was dazzling. Sota looked at back end of Shikon, where the garden stood. Paying guests expected well- tended gardens as much as they expected clean rooms and fine meals.
"Hey..."
Sota's head came up and squinted against the sunlight to bring the speaker into focus, and was annoyed that she is already walking up to him. It was Dr. Sango, his older sister.
"Hey..." Sango repeated and smiled. She knew Sota hated to be interrupted during his morning walk.
"Hey..." Sota answered half- heartedly.
"Beautiful morning."
"It's early."
"Not to early for you. I guess breakfast isn't ready yet."
"We don't serve until eight." Sota figured she knew that as well as he did, after all, they do live in the same house. He continued walking toward the house with Sango trailing behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the kitchen, Sota is working his magic. Moments later, a plate full of waffles appeared in front of Sango.
"Thanks bro, you know I love your waffles." Just as Sango was about to dig into her meal, a certain monk walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Sota, and of course, the lovely lady Sango." Said the monk.
"Don't try anything, Miroku." Sango glared at the man who's called Miroku.
"Damn it, Sango, what's the problem?" Miroku asked.
"I don't have a problem." Sango gave him a look.
"What do I have to do to get your attention? Do I have to stroll in here naked?" Miroku said in frustration and noticed that Sota was eyeing him in disgust.
"Well, that's a thought isn't it, but why do I want to see you naked?" Sango questioned in amusement.
"Because, I look great naked, and I've given you numerous opportunities to find out for yourself." Answered Miroku.
"I guess you'll have to wait another lifetime, Miroku." Sango said with a laugh, but her laughter stopped as she felt a hand traveling up her spine. Seconds later...
"PERVERT!!!!!!!" was heard as Miroku landed on the ground. Sango walked over him and stalked out of the back door.
"Great going, Miroku." Said Sota as he lifted an eyebrow. "When are you going to learn to control that hand and mind of yours?"
Miroku just smiled and soon went unconscious. Just then, the door opened again. This time, it was his other sister Kikyo, she poised for a second, which was not to impress his brother, but merely out of habit.
"Mm... waffles, how nice of you Sota." Kikyo said
"They're mine." Sota replied protectively, but Kikyo took the plate anyways.
"Thanks sweetie."
"So is anyone else up?" Sota questioned.
"Mmm... the waffles are delicious." Kikyo said between bits, then she realized that Sota asked her a question. "No, no guests are up yet."
"I thought you were handling the breakfast shift this morning?"
"I am."
Sota raised an eyebrow and looked over her outfit. "Is that your new waitress uniform?"
"Yeah, like it?"
"You'll be able to retire on tips."
Kikyo laughed. "Yeah, that's my life-long dream, serving tables and cleaning plates. Seriously, you know that I want to become an actress. Just imagine, Kikyo Higurashi, the most talented actress in New York!"
"Dream on, Kikyo."
"Sota, I don't have time to argue with you today. I need to give those guests a show of a life time."
Kikyo finished the last of the waffles and walked out of the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Within an hour, Kikyo was all smiles and charm. She was a skilled waitress, probably an addition to her acting skills.
She wore a skirt just short enough to irritate Sota, and a sleeve less cotton shirt, which she thought, showed her figure to the best advantage.
She sailed through the room, with her sunny smile, tips are nothing – but this isn't what she wanted to do. Kikyo wanted those grand theaters of New York; instead, she was cast in the role of waitress in a house that never changed, on an island that never changed.
She wanted to be an serious actress, someone other than the twin sister of Kagome, someone other than the younger sister of Sango, she just want to be noticed for who she is.
"Kikyo, clean those plates, will you?" Asked Sota.
"Why should I, they are your precious plates, not mine."
"Well, I did all the cooking, I deserve a break." Was the response.
"Shikon is my house as much as it is yours, you can't boss me around." Kikyo smirked. "Besides, I'm your older sister, little brother."
"Why you..."
Before Sota can finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone.
"I see that nothing had changed around here."
With their faces still clouded with anger, Sota and Kikyo turned around and stared. There was Kagome, standing back to the door, her suitcases at her feet and exhaustion in her eyes.
"I knew I was home when I heard you two arguing."
Despite the surprised, Kikyo with her natural acting skills, put on a happy smile.
"Welcome home, Kagome." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, another chapter done.
Just so you readers don't get the ages mixed up, I'll list them for you.
Kagome: 26
Kikyo: 26
Sota: 25
Sango: 27
Shippo: 21
Miroku: 29
That's all I can think of so far.
Any more questions? Please include them in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to the said work. The plot of this story was inspired by a book I once read.
Chapter Two: Face To Face With The Family ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The air was misty, like a dream just about to vanish. Beams of light blended in with the morning breeze. It was his favorite time of day. At dawn, he could be alone, he could think, or just simply be.
Sota Higurashi had never lived anywhere but the Island of Four Souls – he'd never wanted to. He'd seen the mainland and visited big cities, but the island with all its flaws was his.
He was born there twenty-five years ago, delivered by his own father. When he was younger, his sisters often told him about the tale of how he was born – with laughing parents and father's waiting arms. Now his mother was long gone and his father had died years before.
Sota checked his watch and it read 5:00 am. He began to walk through the forest, knowing there would be time before he had to prepare breakfast for those who are staying at the Shikon Inn.
He took his time and took the long way, the island was only two miles across at its widest, and Sota know every inch of it, the beach, the marshes, the forest...
Visitors came now and then, despite the solitude, or perhaps because of it. To keep the house, the island, the Higurashis had turned part of their home into an inn. Sota knew his grandfather hated the outsiders and concluded that what had driven his mother away, the need for people, faces, and voices.
When he came out of the trees, the light was dazzling. Sota looked at back end of Shikon, where the garden stood. Paying guests expected well- tended gardens as much as they expected clean rooms and fine meals.
"Hey..."
Sota's head came up and squinted against the sunlight to bring the speaker into focus, and was annoyed that she is already walking up to him. It was Dr. Sango, his older sister.
"Hey..." Sango repeated and smiled. She knew Sota hated to be interrupted during his morning walk.
"Hey..." Sota answered half- heartedly.
"Beautiful morning."
"It's early."
"Not to early for you. I guess breakfast isn't ready yet."
"We don't serve until eight." Sota figured she knew that as well as he did, after all, they do live in the same house. He continued walking toward the house with Sango trailing behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the kitchen, Sota is working his magic. Moments later, a plate full of waffles appeared in front of Sango.
"Thanks bro, you know I love your waffles." Just as Sango was about to dig into her meal, a certain monk walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Sota, and of course, the lovely lady Sango." Said the monk.
"Don't try anything, Miroku." Sango glared at the man who's called Miroku.
"Damn it, Sango, what's the problem?" Miroku asked.
"I don't have a problem." Sango gave him a look.
"What do I have to do to get your attention? Do I have to stroll in here naked?" Miroku said in frustration and noticed that Sota was eyeing him in disgust.
"Well, that's a thought isn't it, but why do I want to see you naked?" Sango questioned in amusement.
"Because, I look great naked, and I've given you numerous opportunities to find out for yourself." Answered Miroku.
"I guess you'll have to wait another lifetime, Miroku." Sango said with a laugh, but her laughter stopped as she felt a hand traveling up her spine. Seconds later...
"PERVERT!!!!!!!" was heard as Miroku landed on the ground. Sango walked over him and stalked out of the back door.
"Great going, Miroku." Said Sota as he lifted an eyebrow. "When are you going to learn to control that hand and mind of yours?"
Miroku just smiled and soon went unconscious. Just then, the door opened again. This time, it was his other sister Kikyo, she poised for a second, which was not to impress his brother, but merely out of habit.
"Mm... waffles, how nice of you Sota." Kikyo said
"They're mine." Sota replied protectively, but Kikyo took the plate anyways.
"Thanks sweetie."
"So is anyone else up?" Sota questioned.
"Mmm... the waffles are delicious." Kikyo said between bits, then she realized that Sota asked her a question. "No, no guests are up yet."
"I thought you were handling the breakfast shift this morning?"
"I am."
Sota raised an eyebrow and looked over her outfit. "Is that your new waitress uniform?"
"Yeah, like it?"
"You'll be able to retire on tips."
Kikyo laughed. "Yeah, that's my life-long dream, serving tables and cleaning plates. Seriously, you know that I want to become an actress. Just imagine, Kikyo Higurashi, the most talented actress in New York!"
"Dream on, Kikyo."
"Sota, I don't have time to argue with you today. I need to give those guests a show of a life time."
Kikyo finished the last of the waffles and walked out of the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Within an hour, Kikyo was all smiles and charm. She was a skilled waitress, probably an addition to her acting skills.
She wore a skirt just short enough to irritate Sota, and a sleeve less cotton shirt, which she thought, showed her figure to the best advantage.
She sailed through the room, with her sunny smile, tips are nothing – but this isn't what she wanted to do. Kikyo wanted those grand theaters of New York; instead, she was cast in the role of waitress in a house that never changed, on an island that never changed.
She wanted to be an serious actress, someone other than the twin sister of Kagome, someone other than the younger sister of Sango, she just want to be noticed for who she is.
"Kikyo, clean those plates, will you?" Asked Sota.
"Why should I, they are your precious plates, not mine."
"Well, I did all the cooking, I deserve a break." Was the response.
"Shikon is my house as much as it is yours, you can't boss me around." Kikyo smirked. "Besides, I'm your older sister, little brother."
"Why you..."
Before Sota can finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone.
"I see that nothing had changed around here."
With their faces still clouded with anger, Sota and Kikyo turned around and stared. There was Kagome, standing back to the door, her suitcases at her feet and exhaustion in her eyes.
"I knew I was home when I heard you two arguing."
Despite the surprised, Kikyo with her natural acting skills, put on a happy smile.
"Welcome home, Kagome." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, another chapter done.
Just so you readers don't get the ages mixed up, I'll list them for you.
Kagome: 26
Kikyo: 26
Sota: 25
Sango: 27
Shippo: 21
Miroku: 29
That's all I can think of so far.
Any more questions? Please include them in your reviews.