Sry for the other time, Rin's introduced in this chappi, when they go for
their job. My sisters are helpin again, so excuse some things...they like to
annoy me. *Grins*
Me: Hey Ya'll, I'm back.
Zoe: Yea, me too...and Ami. But she's knocked out.
Me: I win! I win!
Me: Don't kill me for some of the songs! Most are Zoe's.
*runs with Zoe behind...with a bat*
""-Someone talking
' '-Someone thinking
Italics-Diary entry or Singing
CAPS-Yelling or Places
{ }-Author's notes
~ At someone's house, a time, or a place~
I grinned. Then I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door. "BE BACK IN A BIT!"
~Sango's House~
"SANGO!" I yelled, and tossed another pebble at her window.
Her black head popped up from the bottom of the window and grinned when she noticed it was me. She opened her window.
"KAGOME! SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MIROKU!"
I groaned. "JUST LET ME IN!"
She nodded and disappeared. Soon the front door opened and I ran in, almost tackling her to the ground. I waited impatiently as she shut the door and bolted it. then we walked into the kitchen and got out ice cream and strawberries. {My favorite snack! LOL}
"So what do you have to talk to me about?" She asked, scooping up a bit of ice cream and a strawberry, then dipped it into her mouth.
"I found the perfect job."
I watched in relish {Not the stuff that goes on your food} as her expression went from confused to a hopeful expression to a happy one.
"You did?" She was looking excited, her eyes real wide and the spoon drooping from her hand. She had just scooped up more ice cream, and it was dripping onto the table.
"Yeah," I told her, laughing. "Here."
I put the newspaper on the table and pointed to the ad.
Sango looked at it and her mouth opened wide. "Me, you-do this?"
"Yeah," I said.
"But I can't dance...you know that!" sango cried.
"Come on, let's finish eating and head over to the club." I instructed.
She nodded. Then she said, "Kagome, we need to demonstrate. It's says that it wants us to do a number."
I grabbed the paper and looked at it. she was right. I gasped and ran to my car, leaving Sango to clean up.
"Ah-hah!" I said. I had found the CD I was looking for. It was a CD I had made one day when I was bored. I glanced at the numbers. Seven.
I slipped it in and moved the numbers until it came on.
Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it
Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
Don't you know that you're toxic
[x2]
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
"That a good song to do?" I asked Sango, after turning down the volume considerably.
"Yeah, but can we both do that one?" She turned, watching as I thought.
"I don't know, but we can ask, can't we?"
"Yeah, sure...but let's pick out a song just in case."
"Sure. Um," I thought quickly, then popped out the CD, put it back, and grabbed a different mix CD. "Your voice would be great for this song."
'It's nice and slow, her voice would be great for this song.' I thought as I glanced again at the ad, then made a sharp right turn.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I turned the CD to number 5.
By the time we pulled into a parking spot in front of the studio, The song was almost half over and Sango was smiling. I grabbed both the CD's and we got out, me locking the car up.
"Here we are." I murmured. Sango smiled.
"Well, are you ready?" I asked her.
"As ready as I'll ever be." She replied.
~Two minutes later~
"Have you the...courage to work in a bar?"
The owner was asking us questions.
We looked at each other and nodded.
"We both are strong, mentally and physically." I told him. It was the truth.
"Alright, let's hear you sing."
"Gladly." We said at the same time.
I handed the 'bouncer' my CD and went on stage. As I got into position, I realised it was on the wrong song.
"Um, Mr Myouga? {Tell me if I spelled that wrong} this is the wrong song."
"I like it. do you have a dance for this song?"
"Well," I couldn't lie...yea, I could, but I won't. "Yes."
"So do it."
I sighed and got into position once again. Mr. Myouga motioned for the guy to start the music over. I clipped on the microphone and started swaying my hips in tune with the music.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers..."
I twisted and faced Sango and Mr. Myouga.
"Singing my life with his words..."
I bent down and stuck my leg out. I was feeling all energized and hopeful.
"Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song..."
I put a smile on my face and stood up. Then I started my slow dance along with the music.
"Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy,
stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with this song,
killing me softly with this song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on
strumming my pain with his fingers, (One Time!)
Singing my life with his words, (Two Time!)
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . ."
I faded out and knew he liked it, cause there was a big grin on his face.
Sango was giving me a thumbs-up and I thought, 'she'll do great to and then we'll be working together!'
I walked offstage and Mr. Myouga nodded toward Sango. "You up."
She handed the dude her CD and he went into the back room. Then she walked upstage.
{My little sis loves this song, so I had to put it in for her}
"The desert I wander lacks in it's mirage
There's no mistaking in the barrage
Of sand and wind that tears my skin (tears my skin)
Leaving what's without exposing what's within
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
My days stretch long into the heat
As the sun brightens my defeat
My lips are chapped, they're parched and dry (parched and dry)
My thirst it builds, with every day gone by....
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
The dunes that shift, drift and lift in the wind
Cover up my Hope, as i start ot give in
To the cracks and creases and the dips in my will
As I am pushed toward the brink, I drink down and swill
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide..."
She faded off and did a little bow. 'Darn', I thought, 'I should have done that."
Sango skipped down the steps toward me and together we walked over to Mr. Myouga.
"well, you girls are sure good." He hesitated.
"but?" I said, worried.
"I've already hired one girl." He told us.
"Well, um, can't you just use one more girl?" We asked at the same time.
"Hmmm..."
We gave him pleading looks and he relented.
"Sure."
Suddenly, the door slammed.
"MYOUGA!" shouted a voice. I saw two eyes in the dark, but nothing more.
Then the body belonging to the voice walked into the light. It was Inuyasha.
"MYOUGA! THE GIRL YOU HIRED WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AGO!"
Mr. Myouga flinched.
"Right, Inuyasha. Now, stop shouting and come here. I'd like you to meet two of our new...erm, members." Mr. Myouga pointed to us.
"Girls, Inuyasha works here at the club and is my...uh, nephew." He explained.
"Feh." Inuyasha remarked.
"Mr. Myouga," I started, "When can we start?"
"Is tonight okay?"
Suddenly we were interrupted again.
"MYOUGA!"
I giggled. He seemed to always be yelled at.
"Myouga, where is that other girl you were hiring?"
A girl who looked our age walked out from the shadows. She had long, raven colored hair like us and was wearing similar clothing. She had grey eyes and was frowning.
Her clothes were nice. She was wearing black jeans and grey t-shirt with blue and green stripes on it. She had on lots of jewelry, too. Black wristbands were on her arms and she had a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
She was cute, I guess.
"Myouga? Who're they?" The girl was standing with her feet shoulder length apart, one hand on her hip, and the other pointing to us.
"These are...well, come stand next to them." He said to her.
"Okay." she agreed, walking over to us and standing next to me.
"Now," he told us, "Stand in the same position."
Me and Sango looked at how the girl was standing and stood that way too.
"GREAT! GREAT!" he cried.
"Myouga, they look like a...a...group!" Inuyasha said in disbelief.
We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. Then we noticed, we all looked alike.
"You guys have a job!" he said, "and you're going to be our new group. Think of a name, and by tonight."
~two hours later~
the three of us walked out of the club.
"So, what do you think a good name will be?" Rin, the girl we had just met, asked.
"Um," I thought, "maybe...The Jewels?"
"How'd you think of that name?" Sango and Rin asked in unison.
"Well, remember in Ancient Japan, there were three Jewels. The Shikon no Tama, The Maham no Tama, and the Nilini no Tama. The priestesses who protected the jewels were powerful and beautiful. They had powers, but no one knows what they were except for the demons in that time. And Kami knows that there aint many of them around anymore. Each Jewel had it's own color. The Shikon no Tama was a pinkish, the Maham no Tama was green, and the Nilini no Tama was a murky grayish color. We can get Jewels of those colors and wear them when we perform and just all the time."
Rin and Sango both sweat-dropped.
"How do you know all that?" They asked.
I grinned and replied, "I took a class in Ancient Japan. Come'n Rin, we'll take you home."
"Okay," she agreed, "Can you pick me up tonight too?"
We nodded and all got in the car. As I started it, I turned on the radio. We all started singing with the music.
It's long because of the songs.
Me: Heyy ya'll
Ami: I'm back!
Zoe: Oh, Great.
Me: Bye people! I gotta go to my class.
Me: Hey Ya'll, I'm back.
Zoe: Yea, me too...and Ami. But she's knocked out.
Me: I win! I win!
Me: Don't kill me for some of the songs! Most are Zoe's.
*runs with Zoe behind...with a bat*
""-Someone talking
' '-Someone thinking
Italics-Diary entry or Singing
CAPS-Yelling or Places
{ }-Author's notes
~ At someone's house, a time, or a place~
I grinned. Then I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door. "BE BACK IN A BIT!"
~Sango's House~
"SANGO!" I yelled, and tossed another pebble at her window.
Her black head popped up from the bottom of the window and grinned when she noticed it was me. She opened her window.
"KAGOME! SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MIROKU!"
I groaned. "JUST LET ME IN!"
She nodded and disappeared. Soon the front door opened and I ran in, almost tackling her to the ground. I waited impatiently as she shut the door and bolted it. then we walked into the kitchen and got out ice cream and strawberries. {My favorite snack! LOL}
"So what do you have to talk to me about?" She asked, scooping up a bit of ice cream and a strawberry, then dipped it into her mouth.
"I found the perfect job."
I watched in relish {Not the stuff that goes on your food} as her expression went from confused to a hopeful expression to a happy one.
"You did?" She was looking excited, her eyes real wide and the spoon drooping from her hand. She had just scooped up more ice cream, and it was dripping onto the table.
"Yeah," I told her, laughing. "Here."
I put the newspaper on the table and pointed to the ad.
Sango looked at it and her mouth opened wide. "Me, you-do this?"
"Yeah," I said.
"But I can't dance...you know that!" sango cried.
"Come on, let's finish eating and head over to the club." I instructed.
She nodded. Then she said, "Kagome, we need to demonstrate. It's says that it wants us to do a number."
I grabbed the paper and looked at it. she was right. I gasped and ran to my car, leaving Sango to clean up.
"Ah-hah!" I said. I had found the CD I was looking for. It was a CD I had made one day when I was bored. I glanced at the numbers. Seven.
I slipped it in and moved the numbers until it came on.
Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it
Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
Don't you know that you're toxic
[x2]
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
"That a good song to do?" I asked Sango, after turning down the volume considerably.
"Yeah, but can we both do that one?" She turned, watching as I thought.
"I don't know, but we can ask, can't we?"
"Yeah, sure...but let's pick out a song just in case."
"Sure. Um," I thought quickly, then popped out the CD, put it back, and grabbed a different mix CD. "Your voice would be great for this song."
'It's nice and slow, her voice would be great for this song.' I thought as I glanced again at the ad, then made a sharp right turn.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I turned the CD to number 5.
By the time we pulled into a parking spot in front of the studio, The song was almost half over and Sango was smiling. I grabbed both the CD's and we got out, me locking the car up.
"Here we are." I murmured. Sango smiled.
"Well, are you ready?" I asked her.
"As ready as I'll ever be." She replied.
~Two minutes later~
"Have you the...courage to work in a bar?"
The owner was asking us questions.
We looked at each other and nodded.
"We both are strong, mentally and physically." I told him. It was the truth.
"Alright, let's hear you sing."
"Gladly." We said at the same time.
I handed the 'bouncer' my CD and went on stage. As I got into position, I realised it was on the wrong song.
"Um, Mr Myouga? {Tell me if I spelled that wrong} this is the wrong song."
"I like it. do you have a dance for this song?"
"Well," I couldn't lie...yea, I could, but I won't. "Yes."
"So do it."
I sighed and got into position once again. Mr. Myouga motioned for the guy to start the music over. I clipped on the microphone and started swaying my hips in tune with the music.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers..."
I twisted and faced Sango and Mr. Myouga.
"Singing my life with his words..."
I bent down and stuck my leg out. I was feeling all energized and hopeful.
"Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song..."
I put a smile on my face and stood up. Then I started my slow dance along with the music.
"Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy,
stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with this song,
killing me softly with this song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on
strumming my pain with his fingers, (One Time!)
Singing my life with his words, (Two Time!)
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . ."
I faded out and knew he liked it, cause there was a big grin on his face.
Sango was giving me a thumbs-up and I thought, 'she'll do great to and then we'll be working together!'
I walked offstage and Mr. Myouga nodded toward Sango. "You up."
She handed the dude her CD and he went into the back room. Then she walked upstage.
{My little sis loves this song, so I had to put it in for her}
"The desert I wander lacks in it's mirage
There's no mistaking in the barrage
Of sand and wind that tears my skin (tears my skin)
Leaving what's without exposing what's within
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
My days stretch long into the heat
As the sun brightens my defeat
My lips are chapped, they're parched and dry (parched and dry)
My thirst it builds, with every day gone by....
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
The dunes that shift, drift and lift in the wind
Cover up my Hope, as i start ot give in
To the cracks and creases and the dips in my will
As I am pushed toward the brink, I drink down and swill
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide..."
She faded off and did a little bow. 'Darn', I thought, 'I should have done that."
Sango skipped down the steps toward me and together we walked over to Mr. Myouga.
"well, you girls are sure good." He hesitated.
"but?" I said, worried.
"I've already hired one girl." He told us.
"Well, um, can't you just use one more girl?" We asked at the same time.
"Hmmm..."
We gave him pleading looks and he relented.
"Sure."
Suddenly, the door slammed.
"MYOUGA!" shouted a voice. I saw two eyes in the dark, but nothing more.
Then the body belonging to the voice walked into the light. It was Inuyasha.
"MYOUGA! THE GIRL YOU HIRED WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AGO!"
Mr. Myouga flinched.
"Right, Inuyasha. Now, stop shouting and come here. I'd like you to meet two of our new...erm, members." Mr. Myouga pointed to us.
"Girls, Inuyasha works here at the club and is my...uh, nephew." He explained.
"Feh." Inuyasha remarked.
"Mr. Myouga," I started, "When can we start?"
"Is tonight okay?"
Suddenly we were interrupted again.
"MYOUGA!"
I giggled. He seemed to always be yelled at.
"Myouga, where is that other girl you were hiring?"
A girl who looked our age walked out from the shadows. She had long, raven colored hair like us and was wearing similar clothing. She had grey eyes and was frowning.
Her clothes were nice. She was wearing black jeans and grey t-shirt with blue and green stripes on it. She had on lots of jewelry, too. Black wristbands were on her arms and she had a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
She was cute, I guess.
"Myouga? Who're they?" The girl was standing with her feet shoulder length apart, one hand on her hip, and the other pointing to us.
"These are...well, come stand next to them." He said to her.
"Okay." she agreed, walking over to us and standing next to me.
"Now," he told us, "Stand in the same position."
Me and Sango looked at how the girl was standing and stood that way too.
"GREAT! GREAT!" he cried.
"Myouga, they look like a...a...group!" Inuyasha said in disbelief.
We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. Then we noticed, we all looked alike.
"You guys have a job!" he said, "and you're going to be our new group. Think of a name, and by tonight."
~two hours later~
the three of us walked out of the club.
"So, what do you think a good name will be?" Rin, the girl we had just met, asked.
"Um," I thought, "maybe...The Jewels?"
"How'd you think of that name?" Sango and Rin asked in unison.
"Well, remember in Ancient Japan, there were three Jewels. The Shikon no Tama, The Maham no Tama, and the Nilini no Tama. The priestesses who protected the jewels were powerful and beautiful. They had powers, but no one knows what they were except for the demons in that time. And Kami knows that there aint many of them around anymore. Each Jewel had it's own color. The Shikon no Tama was a pinkish, the Maham no Tama was green, and the Nilini no Tama was a murky grayish color. We can get Jewels of those colors and wear them when we perform and just all the time."
Rin and Sango both sweat-dropped.
"How do you know all that?" They asked.
I grinned and replied, "I took a class in Ancient Japan. Come'n Rin, we'll take you home."
"Okay," she agreed, "Can you pick me up tonight too?"
We nodded and all got in the car. As I started it, I turned on the radio. We all started singing with the music.
It's long because of the songs.
Me: Heyy ya'll
Ami: I'm back!
Zoe: Oh, Great.
Me: Bye people! I gotta go to my class.