Author's Notes: My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again. Sure as the dust that floats high in June when moving through Kashmir.
Hello again! This is a bit of a mile stone for me, since I've never stuck with a story this long before. Thank you all for your support through these last few weeks and your patience with my new busy schedule.
I recieved a couple suggestions about songs that some of you think will fit nicely in the story, though I haven't had the chance to get a hold of them yet. I can't make many new downloads until I clean my computer of all the crapware that programs like Gator put on it months ago. Never trust Gator!
I actually spent some time arguing with myself about this chapter, wondering if it was a little trite. I decided to go ahead with it anyway, sort of experiment with it and see if I can make it work.
You may also have noticed that I changed the titles of the chapters, at least on the little scroll thingy. I decided to keep the theme of naming chapters with distinctive song lyrics a little more consistent.
As always I appreciate any feedback you can give me.
On one final note, I dare you, my readers to try and figure out the show that I got most of the surnames from and find my real name which has been used in this story. Not that that last part is too difficult.
Let the Music Be Your Master
Chapter 8- You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party!
After Inuyasha and Kagome had managed to get everyone back together at the boardwalk, Kagome pitched her idea to the rest of them.
"So you want us to go to Koga's party and trash it so that you can get back at him and we can have an assload of fun doing it?" Shippo asked. "All those opposed?"
Silence.
"All those in favor?" The response was unanimous. "That settles that then!" Shippo happily shouted, rubbing his hands together.
Inuyasha suddenly got a very evil grin on his face and laughed slightly. "Hey. I just had this really interesting idea."
Everyone immediately bombarded Inuyasha with questions about what he was thinking, but he insisted on keeping it a surprise, that only Miroku and Shippo would know before tomorrow night.
This promised to be one hell of a party, alright.
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It was about 6:30 the next evening and Kagome was now waiting for Inuyasha to pick her up like he said he would. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a tank top that had "DON'T START WITH ME! YOU WON'T WIN" written on the chest in bold white letters.
"So you're actually going?" Kikyo asked for the eigth time that night.
"Yes," Kagome replied with a hint of exasperation. "But don't worry. I'm only sticking around long enough to teach Koga his lesson."
"You be careful, dear," Mrs. Higurashi said, coming downstairs. "You know I don't trust the Kobes' son. And I'm sure you know why if you remember the last time he was here."
Oh yes, Kagome remembered quite well. That was the last time she was ever allowed to have guests over. She couldn't believe she hadn't just strangled Koga right there. He did nearly burn their house down, didn't he? And not one apology! Why did she even continue to hang out with him after that?
She was pulled from her thoughts when the sound of tires on gravel drifted up from the front yard. She opened the door and peeked out to see Inuyasha and the others packed into his bright red Viper. He had managed to save the passenger seat for her by having Kirara sit in Shippo's lap and share a seat belt (as if either of them minded). "There they are! See ya, mom!"
"Have a nice time, dear!"
Kagome raced out to the car and slipped into the passenger seat with a grin. She smiled at everyone. "So, what's this big surprise you were telling me about?"
Inuyasha just grinned smugly. "You'll see." As they pulled out, Kagome noticed that he had decided to dress a little differently himself. Normally, all he ever wore was blue jeans and T-shirts. This time he was wearing black cargo pants and a button-down with flames at the bottom and on the sleeves. She glanced back to see if the others had decided to dress differently as well.
It seemed though, that Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and Kirara had just opted to stay casual. Oddly, though, Miroku had his coat buttoned up for once. The inside of the car was rather warm, and yet he sat there in all that leather as if heat couldn't touch him. How did he do that?
Sango seemed a little uncomfortable sitting beside him, but Miroku seemed perfectly at ease. No suggestive comments, no "accidental" slips of his hands. Something must really have his attention to keep him that focused. Inuyasha interrupted her thoughts, however, as he cleared his throat.
"Hope you don't mind, we told Naraku about this, too, so expect him to show up." It sounded almost like Inuyasha was doubtbful about his decision. It was common knowledge how badly Kagome was spooked by him. Still, if he could help with the party crashing...
"No problem," Kagome said, trying to sound casual.
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Koga lived at the top of a hill with few houses, so the stereos blasting inside wouldn't draw any unwanted attention. As Inuyasha pulled up, there were already about a half-dozen cars parked nearby. A little off to the side, at the edge of the light from a street lamp stood Naraku leaning back against his motorcycle, a black and purple Kawasaki Ninja. Kagome thought he looked unbelievably scary standing there, dressed all in black, spider medallion glinting in the light. "Hey guys," he drawled. "We all set?"
Inuyasha strode up and gave Naraku a very macho handshake. "Hell yes. Let's go!"
The group proceeded up the pathway to the door and Kagome knocked. She hoped Koga would answer just to see the look on his face. Luck was with her, because the target of her vengeance flung open the door and grinned creepily at seeing her. His face mmediately went to one of rage and horror at seeing the 'losers' standing right behind Kagome. "Kagome?! What the fuck are they doing here?!"
"I invited them," Kagome said sweetly. Was she enjoying this too much? Nah. She brushed past a very stunned Koga, and Sango and the boys followed after her.
"Linkin Park?" Inuyasha asked above the music. "Call me crazy, but for some reason I prefer the so-called 'whiny' stuff over this." He shrugged as if it was no big deal, which it probably wasn't, then looked to Mioku and slowly nodded once.
Miroku grinned evilly and produced a purple jewel case from one of the pockets of his coat. Inside was a CD labeled 'Koga Party.' He slipped through the dancing crowd, who seemed strangely unaware of him, and worked his way to the stereo.
All the noise and motion at the party abruptly stopped as Miroku turned off the music and slipped the new CD in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Koga bellowed.
"But I invited them," Kagome interrupted. "Don't you trust me?" She put on her best pout. If Koga had some kind of possessive stalker complex thing going, as she had begun to suspect, then she better take what advantage of it whenever she could for now.
That shut him up in a hurry, though he was obviously still seething. Especially when Inuyasha tossed him a cocky grin and jumped up on the couch.
Inuyasha put his hands to his mouth and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear over the confused buzzing that had just sprung up. "Hey everybody!!"
Miroku turned on the music, and Inuyasha began to sway, rock, and bob his body to the beat before he began singing along.
Greasy slicked-down body, groovy leather trim.
Like the way you hold the road, mama it ain't no sin.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
That alone was enough to leave several girls spellbound and Kagome soon found herself pushing her way through the crowd to get closer to Inuyasha as the song went on.
Ooh. Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow.
Mama let me pump your gas, mama let me do it all.
Talkin' 'bout love. Ah.
Talkin' 'bout love. Oh!
Talkin' 'bout...
The way Inuyasha rocked and thrusted his hips when he sang that verse gave the lyrics some unbelievably suggestive meanings, causing Kagome to blush slightly at the thought of it, and that wasn't saying anything about how she felt just watching him do that.
A few girls seem to feel the same way and now had a healthy blush on their cheeks. Kagome risked a glance and Koga who was now clenching his fists. Not even five minutes and already her plan was working.
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood.
Baby I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
A model built for comfort, really built with style.
Specialist tradition, mama let me feast my eyes.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
As Inuyasha sang the next verse, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt to show he wasn't wearing another one underneath.
Factory airconditioned, heat begins to rise.
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Kagome found herself whooping and cheering with several other girls as Inuyasha showed off his toned chest and six-pack. This was one hell of a plan he had. Piss off Koga and every jock that had ever crossed him in one easy blow by getting to the girls. Of course, given some of the girls present, mostly dyed-blonde stereotypical cheerleaders, this was almost too easy.
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red.
Gun down on my gasoline, believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
I can't stop talkin' about...
I can't stop talkin' about...
Ooh yeah, fine. Drive on!
Inuyasha pulled a graceful half-twist off the couch and pulled Kagome and several other girls out of the crowd and began dancing. Kagome felt like her face was going to explode, but she danced with him anyway. It was pretty fun, and she eventually felt her nerves and emberassment slip away. So she was dancing with the unofficial leader of her school's loser population. So he was now practically shirtless and dancing in a way that Kagome knew few parents would ever approve of. So what? This was damn fun! And Koga was suffering, wasn't he? Bonus!
Inuyasha gave Kagome a wink and a feral grin before hopping back up on the couch and slipping his shirt off, holding it over his head.
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I'm comin' through!
Come to me for service every hundred miles.
Baby let me check your points, fix your over drive.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ooh, yeah! Fully automatic, comes in any size.
Makes me wonder what I did before we synchronized.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ooh! Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold.
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors.
How did he make all these lyrics sound so bloody suggestive? On singing that last lyric, he gave the girls in the crowd a very obvious wink as if to drive home the innuendo he was obviously turning this into, and for some strange reason Kagome felt a small stab in her chest. It wasn't guilt like she had been used to feeling these past few days, so what was it?
Oh no! It wasn't jealousy was it? No, it couldn't be! No way in hell could she be jealous. After all, this was just an act, right? Why would she even have to ask a qestion like that? Kagome shook her head to clear it and looked back up at Inuyasha.
He had that same alluring presence she remembered from the other night. Something about him when he got into the music made you unable to look away. It was incredible to watch, and Kagome wondered briefly why he hadn't gone down to a local music shop and tried to start up a band. If he had, you'd think that sort of news would spread.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ah yeah, ah yeah!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
Ooh, let me come on down, come on down, come on down, come on down, come on down, yeah!
I can't stop talkin' about...
I can't stop talkin' about love!
I can't stop talkin' about love! My baby!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
My baby! My baby, my baby, yeah!
Ooh! Push! Push!
Yes, babe! Push! Push!
Unnh-Aah-Ooh!
As the music faded off, Inuyasha thrust his fists up in the air and tossed his head back. "I do indeed rock!" So he wasn't exactly modest.
Kagome looked around to see the guys with very considering looks on their faces, not sure what to think of Inuyasha anymore. The girls, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier. So what if it was Inuyasha dancing, he was still really cut. Kagome had to admit, she had spent most of the song staring herself.
As Inuyasha stepped aside to say something clandestinely to Miroku, Kagome found herself beside Yura, another one of her friends in the popular community. "Kagome," Yura said in her distinctively and deceptively sweet voice, "did you plan this? I never thought I'd say this, but Inuyasha is looking pretty good right now."
Kagome did a double-take. "What?" No, she was not jealous! Just surprised. Then why did she hear giggling in her mind's eye?
"I can't believe I never noticed. He's got a great body, and I just love that hair." Yura always had a strange thing for hair. It was her hobby. Surprising then that she cut her own so short.
Both girls were surprised when Naraku appeared behind them seemingly from nowhere. "If you're noticing his hair, then why not mine? I take just as much pride in these tresses as Inuyasha does his." Obviously just trying to get a reaction.
Kagome refused to humor the goth boy, though Yura wasn't quite so strong-willed. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Naraku's wavy locks. She gasped slightly and began running her fingers through it, much to Naraku's obvious surprise.
"So soft," Yura purred. That was just a little creepy. "Most women never have hair this good. I just have to do something with it!" Without waiting for Naraku's response, Yura dragged him off by his scalp, causing a few yelps, obscenities, and protests that went unnoticed.
(AN: Dedicated there to Spada Ken who gave me the idea.)
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Sango shook her head. Kagome couldn't have done better by inviting the boys if she had just walked up to Koga and castrated him. Inuyasha had the cheerleaders pantng like bitches in heat and the jocks now wondering if they had a new rival or a potential buddy to hang out with. If Sango had known the social order of the school community could be upset this easily...
She shook her head to clear it and just enjoy the moment. Though these technically were her people, it was pretty amusing. She felt a little apprehensive, however, when Miroku took Inuyasha's place on the couch and Shippo started to bring up another song.
Sango felt her face heat up as if it was about to spontaneously combust when Miroku unbuttoned his coat to show he was wearing tight black jeans and no shirt underneath. Did all guys think like this, or was it just the ones she knew?
The music started up and Miroku bobbed his head to the beat while Inuyasha stood by playing air guitar. This song sounded familiar. Where had she heard it before... Oh yeah! It was one of those '80's songs, some German band called the The Scorpions. Miroku began singing along with the song with a predatory glint in his eyes. (AN: This is for anynone who's worried I'm putting in too much Led Zeppelin.)
It's early morning,
The sun comes out.
Last night was shaking,
And pretty loud.
My cat is purring,
And scratches my skin.
So what is wrong,
With another sin?
The bitch is hungry,
She needs to tell.
So give her inches,
And feed her well.
More days to come,
New places to go.
I've got to leave,
It's time for a show.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Sango couldn't believe it. Was this why he was being so well-behaved so far this night? So he could pull a stunt like this? It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what those lyrics meant. Whereas Inuyasha managed to turn the lyrics of the last song into sexual innuendo, Miroku took what was already there and attached his perverted grin to it. He was such an idiot.
Then again, if he was such an idiot, then why did Sango feel her heart skip a beat when Miroku turned that intense gaze to her, giving her a small wink that had surprisingly little suggestive meaning to it, considering the circumstances? It was as if he was trying to tell her to relax. Very strange.
My body is burning,
It starts to shout.
Desire is coming,
It breaks out loud.
Lust is in cages,
Till storm breaks loose.
Just have to make it,
With someone I choose.
The night is calling,
I have to go.
The wolf is hungry,
He runs the show.
He's licking his lips,
He's ready to win.
On the hunt tonight,
For love at first sting.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Rock you like a hurricane!
Inuyasha then jumped on the couch with Miroku playing air guitar frantically while the latter let his body sway and rock to the music. Sango spotted Koga making his way toward them with thoughts of extreme violence on his mind. She wasn't about to let that happen, however. Sango had no intention of letting Miroku die before she figured him out.
She casually stuck her foot out into Koga's path and the arrogant jock went crashing down with an indignant yelp, hitting his head off an endtable and promptly passing out. Given the kind of people that made up the crowd, and the distraction they were provided, nobody noticed.
It's early morning,
The sun comes out.
Last night was shaking,
And pretty loud.
My cat is purring,
And scratches my skin.
So what is wrong,
With another sin?
The night is calling,
I have to go.
The wolf is hungry,
He runs the show.
He's licking his lips,
He's ready to win.
On the hunt tonight,
For love at first sting.
As the chorus started up again, Inuyasha and Miroku sang in unison, creating a rich bass sound that drew Sango in. Before she knew it, she had joined the crowd in dancing. Damn this was fun! Apparently there were upshots to keeping those two wierdos around.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am!
Miroku and Inuyasha made an elaborate bow and punched each other in the shoulders. The hormones in the room were practically tangible.
"Shippo! You're turn!" Inuyasha waved his friend up. Sango had a hard time thinking of what the little freshman would sing, especially if he followed the pattern his friends did.
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Kirara immediately saw the doubt settling onto Shippo's face as the crowd gave him very puzzled looks. 'What could the runt possibly do to compare to the last two performances,' was what she guessed they were all thinking. As Inuyasha turned on the next song, Kirara dashed up, gave Shippo an encouraging smile and a quick peck on the lips for confidence then rejoined the crowd.
Shippo suddenly seemed much more enthusiastic. All he really wanted was praise and encouragement, something he obviously wasn't getting nearly enough of. Kirara grinned widely as Shippo stepped up onto the couch as the music began.
Watch out, here I come!
You Spin me Round? An odd choice, but it was pretty funny. And hearing Shippo sing it made Kirara melt inside. She adored the boy. He was just so full of life and happiness, always eager to please, and with a wonderful sense of humor.
The other two boys bobbed their heads to the beat while providing back up vocals, and Shippo began to do the same as his nerves melted away.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
Yeah I, I got to know your name.
Well and I, could trace your private number, baby.
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
I want some, here I come.
I set my sights on you.
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby!
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're havin' fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
By now the crowd had stopped caring about how wierd the song sounded in contrast to the others, and just got into it like before. Kirara refused to take her eyes from Shippo. He looked so adorable when he was into his music.
Deep down, though, she wished she could free her thoughts and express herself the way he could. Best not to think of that now. This is supposed to be a party, and there was no room for self-pity. Thoughts of the past and worry for the future could wait.
I, I got to be your friend now, baby,
And I would like to move in,
Just a little bit closer!
(Just a little bit closer!)
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
I want your love!
I want your love!
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
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The three boys laughed and slung their arms around each other's shoulders. "Thank you, good night, we love you all!" Inuyasha shouted in his best Ozzy impersonation. His ego swelled as he mentally checked off his plan as a huge success. Too bad Koga was now out cold and couldn't enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Inuyasha hopped down and strode up to Kagome who was laughing and grinning ear-to-ear. "What did you think?" he asked as he slipped his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned.
"That was great!" She swept her hair back out of her eyes and smiled up at Inuyasha. "What was that song you sang?"
"Trampled Underfoot by Led Zeppelin. You never heard it before?" Was it possible for someone not to know Led Zeppelin?
Kagome just shook her head. "Can't say that I have. I didn't know what Led Zeppelin was until a week ago."
"You poor deprived girl!" Inuyasha placed his hands on Kagome's shoulders and stared at her intently, causing her to blush. "You need to be shone the light. Remind me to play a few of their hits for you in the near future. No one should go through life having heard only Stairway to Heaven and Trampled Underfoot. There's still Communication Breakdown, Rock and Roll, Kashmir..." Inuyasha went on listing his favorite songs until Kagome got a look of information overload. "But we'll worry about that later."
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Miroku calmly walked up to Sango with a confident smirk. "So, do you think our plan was a success?" He had to try and repair the damage he had done these many, many years. Best to start tonight. He had been well-behaved so far. If he could just earn her trust.
Sango glanced around at the crowd now buzzing with talk of the guys' little show. "It would seem so, wouldn't it?"
Miroku proudly folded his arms over his chest. "We're not all that bad, are we? Admit it, you were having fun." Try as he might, Miroku couldn't stop himself from teasing her. It was just too much fun. Besides, he could tell from her face that she knew he never meant anything by it.
Sango just smirked. "Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't. You tell me." Oh, this was going to be fun.
"You looked like you were pretty into it when I was up there singing." He started singing once more. "Here I am, rock you like a hurricane! Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!" He laughed lightly and looked back to Sango who just shook her head with a soft smile.
"Men," she muttered. "If I placate your ego and tell you yes I really liked the song and found you drop-dead sexy when you were doing it, will you stop bugging me about it?"
There was an answer Miroku hadn't been expecting. He recovered quickly enough, however. "Only if it's the truth."
At that, Sango blushed deeply. She looked away, as if afraid to make eye contact with him, and Miroku immediately scrambled for a recovery.
"I was just joking. I saw you dancing in the crowd and having fun, that's all that matters." He tried an encouraging smile, and Sango seemed to feel a little less nervous.
One step closer.
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Meanwhile, Naraku was on the patio out in back sitting backward in a chair as he let Yura play with his hair, cooing over how soft and silky it was. In just five minutes she had experimented with putting it in a top-knot, three different styles of ponytails, and a French braid. He had to admit, this was pretty amusing. He had his arms folded on the back of the chair with his chin resting on them. "So, what are you doing next?"
He felt Yura drag her nails lightly over his scalp, forcing him to supress a light shiver. "Oh, I don't know. Dreadlocks wouldn't be a good look for you and the French braid didn't work out... Oh, dear."
"Why not let it down like it always is?" Naraku asked, trying to glance over his shoulder. The night wasn't exactly cold, but he still had to wonder how Yura could maintain any semblence of warmth in her body in a dress that skimpy. Why would she wear that to a party anyway? There was no way in hell she could dance and stay in that thing. Was she even wearing anything underneath? Naraku looked away before he let his imagination get carried away.
Yura seemed to consider his suggestion for a minute. "I guess so. Makes you look a little wild and gives you a sexy mystique."
Naraku tried another glance behind him as Yura continued to play with his hair. "You think so?"
"Of course I do," Yura giggled.
Naraku wasn't quite sure how to respond. He hadn't had a girl compiment him in... well, ever. This was something he could get used to, though. "Thanks."
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Author's Notes: I'm going to have to leave it off there. The next chapter will pick up where we left off and try to flesh out a few characters a little more.
Until then, be patient. My vacation is coming up, so don't expect to hear from me until mid-April.
Hello again! This is a bit of a mile stone for me, since I've never stuck with a story this long before. Thank you all for your support through these last few weeks and your patience with my new busy schedule.
I recieved a couple suggestions about songs that some of you think will fit nicely in the story, though I haven't had the chance to get a hold of them yet. I can't make many new downloads until I clean my computer of all the crapware that programs like Gator put on it months ago. Never trust Gator!
I actually spent some time arguing with myself about this chapter, wondering if it was a little trite. I decided to go ahead with it anyway, sort of experiment with it and see if I can make it work.
You may also have noticed that I changed the titles of the chapters, at least on the little scroll thingy. I decided to keep the theme of naming chapters with distinctive song lyrics a little more consistent.
As always I appreciate any feedback you can give me.
On one final note, I dare you, my readers to try and figure out the show that I got most of the surnames from and find my real name which has been used in this story. Not that that last part is too difficult.
Let the Music Be Your Master
Chapter 8- You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party!
After Inuyasha and Kagome had managed to get everyone back together at the boardwalk, Kagome pitched her idea to the rest of them.
"So you want us to go to Koga's party and trash it so that you can get back at him and we can have an assload of fun doing it?" Shippo asked. "All those opposed?"
Silence.
"All those in favor?" The response was unanimous. "That settles that then!" Shippo happily shouted, rubbing his hands together.
Inuyasha suddenly got a very evil grin on his face and laughed slightly. "Hey. I just had this really interesting idea."
Everyone immediately bombarded Inuyasha with questions about what he was thinking, but he insisted on keeping it a surprise, that only Miroku and Shippo would know before tomorrow night.
This promised to be one hell of a party, alright.
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It was about 6:30 the next evening and Kagome was now waiting for Inuyasha to pick her up like he said he would. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a tank top that had "DON'T START WITH ME! YOU WON'T WIN" written on the chest in bold white letters.
"So you're actually going?" Kikyo asked for the eigth time that night.
"Yes," Kagome replied with a hint of exasperation. "But don't worry. I'm only sticking around long enough to teach Koga his lesson."
"You be careful, dear," Mrs. Higurashi said, coming downstairs. "You know I don't trust the Kobes' son. And I'm sure you know why if you remember the last time he was here."
Oh yes, Kagome remembered quite well. That was the last time she was ever allowed to have guests over. She couldn't believe she hadn't just strangled Koga right there. He did nearly burn their house down, didn't he? And not one apology! Why did she even continue to hang out with him after that?
She was pulled from her thoughts when the sound of tires on gravel drifted up from the front yard. She opened the door and peeked out to see Inuyasha and the others packed into his bright red Viper. He had managed to save the passenger seat for her by having Kirara sit in Shippo's lap and share a seat belt (as if either of them minded). "There they are! See ya, mom!"
"Have a nice time, dear!"
Kagome raced out to the car and slipped into the passenger seat with a grin. She smiled at everyone. "So, what's this big surprise you were telling me about?"
Inuyasha just grinned smugly. "You'll see." As they pulled out, Kagome noticed that he had decided to dress a little differently himself. Normally, all he ever wore was blue jeans and T-shirts. This time he was wearing black cargo pants and a button-down with flames at the bottom and on the sleeves. She glanced back to see if the others had decided to dress differently as well.
It seemed though, that Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and Kirara had just opted to stay casual. Oddly, though, Miroku had his coat buttoned up for once. The inside of the car was rather warm, and yet he sat there in all that leather as if heat couldn't touch him. How did he do that?
Sango seemed a little uncomfortable sitting beside him, but Miroku seemed perfectly at ease. No suggestive comments, no "accidental" slips of his hands. Something must really have his attention to keep him that focused. Inuyasha interrupted her thoughts, however, as he cleared his throat.
"Hope you don't mind, we told Naraku about this, too, so expect him to show up." It sounded almost like Inuyasha was doubtbful about his decision. It was common knowledge how badly Kagome was spooked by him. Still, if he could help with the party crashing...
"No problem," Kagome said, trying to sound casual.
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Koga lived at the top of a hill with few houses, so the stereos blasting inside wouldn't draw any unwanted attention. As Inuyasha pulled up, there were already about a half-dozen cars parked nearby. A little off to the side, at the edge of the light from a street lamp stood Naraku leaning back against his motorcycle, a black and purple Kawasaki Ninja. Kagome thought he looked unbelievably scary standing there, dressed all in black, spider medallion glinting in the light. "Hey guys," he drawled. "We all set?"
Inuyasha strode up and gave Naraku a very macho handshake. "Hell yes. Let's go!"
The group proceeded up the pathway to the door and Kagome knocked. She hoped Koga would answer just to see the look on his face. Luck was with her, because the target of her vengeance flung open the door and grinned creepily at seeing her. His face mmediately went to one of rage and horror at seeing the 'losers' standing right behind Kagome. "Kagome?! What the fuck are they doing here?!"
"I invited them," Kagome said sweetly. Was she enjoying this too much? Nah. She brushed past a very stunned Koga, and Sango and the boys followed after her.
"Linkin Park?" Inuyasha asked above the music. "Call me crazy, but for some reason I prefer the so-called 'whiny' stuff over this." He shrugged as if it was no big deal, which it probably wasn't, then looked to Mioku and slowly nodded once.
Miroku grinned evilly and produced a purple jewel case from one of the pockets of his coat. Inside was a CD labeled 'Koga Party.' He slipped through the dancing crowd, who seemed strangely unaware of him, and worked his way to the stereo.
All the noise and motion at the party abruptly stopped as Miroku turned off the music and slipped the new CD in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Koga bellowed.
"But I invited them," Kagome interrupted. "Don't you trust me?" She put on her best pout. If Koga had some kind of possessive stalker complex thing going, as she had begun to suspect, then she better take what advantage of it whenever she could for now.
That shut him up in a hurry, though he was obviously still seething. Especially when Inuyasha tossed him a cocky grin and jumped up on the couch.
Inuyasha put his hands to his mouth and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear over the confused buzzing that had just sprung up. "Hey everybody!!"
Miroku turned on the music, and Inuyasha began to sway, rock, and bob his body to the beat before he began singing along.
Greasy slicked-down body, groovy leather trim.
Like the way you hold the road, mama it ain't no sin.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
That alone was enough to leave several girls spellbound and Kagome soon found herself pushing her way through the crowd to get closer to Inuyasha as the song went on.
Ooh. Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow.
Mama let me pump your gas, mama let me do it all.
Talkin' 'bout love. Ah.
Talkin' 'bout love. Oh!
Talkin' 'bout...
The way Inuyasha rocked and thrusted his hips when he sang that verse gave the lyrics some unbelievably suggestive meanings, causing Kagome to blush slightly at the thought of it, and that wasn't saying anything about how she felt just watching him do that.
A few girls seem to feel the same way and now had a healthy blush on their cheeks. Kagome risked a glance and Koga who was now clenching his fists. Not even five minutes and already her plan was working.
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood.
Baby I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
A model built for comfort, really built with style.
Specialist tradition, mama let me feast my eyes.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
As Inuyasha sang the next verse, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt to show he wasn't wearing another one underneath.
Factory airconditioned, heat begins to rise.
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Kagome found herself whooping and cheering with several other girls as Inuyasha showed off his toned chest and six-pack. This was one hell of a plan he had. Piss off Koga and every jock that had ever crossed him in one easy blow by getting to the girls. Of course, given some of the girls present, mostly dyed-blonde stereotypical cheerleaders, this was almost too easy.
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red.
Gun down on my gasoline, believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
I can't stop talkin' about...
I can't stop talkin' about...
Ooh yeah, fine. Drive on!
Inuyasha pulled a graceful half-twist off the couch and pulled Kagome and several other girls out of the crowd and began dancing. Kagome felt like her face was going to explode, but she danced with him anyway. It was pretty fun, and she eventually felt her nerves and emberassment slip away. So she was dancing with the unofficial leader of her school's loser population. So he was now practically shirtless and dancing in a way that Kagome knew few parents would ever approve of. So what? This was damn fun! And Koga was suffering, wasn't he? Bonus!
Inuyasha gave Kagome a wink and a feral grin before hopping back up on the couch and slipping his shirt off, holding it over his head.
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I'm comin' through!
Come to me for service every hundred miles.
Baby let me check your points, fix your over drive.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ooh, yeah! Fully automatic, comes in any size.
Makes me wonder what I did before we synchronized.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ooh! Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold.
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors.
How did he make all these lyrics sound so bloody suggestive? On singing that last lyric, he gave the girls in the crowd a very obvious wink as if to drive home the innuendo he was obviously turning this into, and for some strange reason Kagome felt a small stab in her chest. It wasn't guilt like she had been used to feeling these past few days, so what was it?
Oh no! It wasn't jealousy was it? No, it couldn't be! No way in hell could she be jealous. After all, this was just an act, right? Why would she even have to ask a qestion like that? Kagome shook her head to clear it and looked back up at Inuyasha.
He had that same alluring presence she remembered from the other night. Something about him when he got into the music made you unable to look away. It was incredible to watch, and Kagome wondered briefly why he hadn't gone down to a local music shop and tried to start up a band. If he had, you'd think that sort of news would spread.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout love.
Talkin' 'bout...
Ah yeah, ah yeah!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
Ooh, let me come on down, come on down, come on down, come on down, come on down, yeah!
I can't stop talkin' about...
I can't stop talkin' about love!
I can't stop talkin' about love! My baby!
I can't stop talkin' about love!
My baby! My baby, my baby, yeah!
Ooh! Push! Push!
Yes, babe! Push! Push!
Unnh-Aah-Ooh!
As the music faded off, Inuyasha thrust his fists up in the air and tossed his head back. "I do indeed rock!" So he wasn't exactly modest.
Kagome looked around to see the guys with very considering looks on their faces, not sure what to think of Inuyasha anymore. The girls, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier. So what if it was Inuyasha dancing, he was still really cut. Kagome had to admit, she had spent most of the song staring herself.
As Inuyasha stepped aside to say something clandestinely to Miroku, Kagome found herself beside Yura, another one of her friends in the popular community. "Kagome," Yura said in her distinctively and deceptively sweet voice, "did you plan this? I never thought I'd say this, but Inuyasha is looking pretty good right now."
Kagome did a double-take. "What?" No, she was not jealous! Just surprised. Then why did she hear giggling in her mind's eye?
"I can't believe I never noticed. He's got a great body, and I just love that hair." Yura always had a strange thing for hair. It was her hobby. Surprising then that she cut her own so short.
Both girls were surprised when Naraku appeared behind them seemingly from nowhere. "If you're noticing his hair, then why not mine? I take just as much pride in these tresses as Inuyasha does his." Obviously just trying to get a reaction.
Kagome refused to humor the goth boy, though Yura wasn't quite so strong-willed. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Naraku's wavy locks. She gasped slightly and began running her fingers through it, much to Naraku's obvious surprise.
"So soft," Yura purred. That was just a little creepy. "Most women never have hair this good. I just have to do something with it!" Without waiting for Naraku's response, Yura dragged him off by his scalp, causing a few yelps, obscenities, and protests that went unnoticed.
(AN: Dedicated there to Spada Ken who gave me the idea.)
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Sango shook her head. Kagome couldn't have done better by inviting the boys if she had just walked up to Koga and castrated him. Inuyasha had the cheerleaders pantng like bitches in heat and the jocks now wondering if they had a new rival or a potential buddy to hang out with. If Sango had known the social order of the school community could be upset this easily...
She shook her head to clear it and just enjoy the moment. Though these technically were her people, it was pretty amusing. She felt a little apprehensive, however, when Miroku took Inuyasha's place on the couch and Shippo started to bring up another song.
Sango felt her face heat up as if it was about to spontaneously combust when Miroku unbuttoned his coat to show he was wearing tight black jeans and no shirt underneath. Did all guys think like this, or was it just the ones she knew?
The music started up and Miroku bobbed his head to the beat while Inuyasha stood by playing air guitar. This song sounded familiar. Where had she heard it before... Oh yeah! It was one of those '80's songs, some German band called the The Scorpions. Miroku began singing along with the song with a predatory glint in his eyes. (AN: This is for anynone who's worried I'm putting in too much Led Zeppelin.)
It's early morning,
The sun comes out.
Last night was shaking,
And pretty loud.
My cat is purring,
And scratches my skin.
So what is wrong,
With another sin?
The bitch is hungry,
She needs to tell.
So give her inches,
And feed her well.
More days to come,
New places to go.
I've got to leave,
It's time for a show.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Sango couldn't believe it. Was this why he was being so well-behaved so far this night? So he could pull a stunt like this? It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what those lyrics meant. Whereas Inuyasha managed to turn the lyrics of the last song into sexual innuendo, Miroku took what was already there and attached his perverted grin to it. He was such an idiot.
Then again, if he was such an idiot, then why did Sango feel her heart skip a beat when Miroku turned that intense gaze to her, giving her a small wink that had surprisingly little suggestive meaning to it, considering the circumstances? It was as if he was trying to tell her to relax. Very strange.
My body is burning,
It starts to shout.
Desire is coming,
It breaks out loud.
Lust is in cages,
Till storm breaks loose.
Just have to make it,
With someone I choose.
The night is calling,
I have to go.
The wolf is hungry,
He runs the show.
He's licking his lips,
He's ready to win.
On the hunt tonight,
For love at first sting.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Rock you like a hurricane!
Inuyasha then jumped on the couch with Miroku playing air guitar frantically while the latter let his body sway and rock to the music. Sango spotted Koga making his way toward them with thoughts of extreme violence on his mind. She wasn't about to let that happen, however. Sango had no intention of letting Miroku die before she figured him out.
She casually stuck her foot out into Koga's path and the arrogant jock went crashing down with an indignant yelp, hitting his head off an endtable and promptly passing out. Given the kind of people that made up the crowd, and the distraction they were provided, nobody noticed.
It's early morning,
The sun comes out.
Last night was shaking,
And pretty loud.
My cat is purring,
And scratches my skin.
So what is wrong,
With another sin?
The night is calling,
I have to go.
The wolf is hungry,
He runs the show.
He's licking his lips,
He's ready to win.
On the hunt tonight,
For love at first sting.
As the chorus started up again, Inuyasha and Miroku sang in unison, creating a rich bass sound that drew Sango in. Before she knew it, she had joined the crowd in dancing. Damn this was fun! Apparently there were upshots to keeping those two wierdos around.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
Here I am!
Miroku and Inuyasha made an elaborate bow and punched each other in the shoulders. The hormones in the room were practically tangible.
"Shippo! You're turn!" Inuyasha waved his friend up. Sango had a hard time thinking of what the little freshman would sing, especially if he followed the pattern his friends did.
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Kirara immediately saw the doubt settling onto Shippo's face as the crowd gave him very puzzled looks. 'What could the runt possibly do to compare to the last two performances,' was what she guessed they were all thinking. As Inuyasha turned on the next song, Kirara dashed up, gave Shippo an encouraging smile and a quick peck on the lips for confidence then rejoined the crowd.
Shippo suddenly seemed much more enthusiastic. All he really wanted was praise and encouragement, something he obviously wasn't getting nearly enough of. Kirara grinned widely as Shippo stepped up onto the couch as the music began.
Watch out, here I come!
You Spin me Round? An odd choice, but it was pretty funny. And hearing Shippo sing it made Kirara melt inside. She adored the boy. He was just so full of life and happiness, always eager to please, and with a wonderful sense of humor.
The other two boys bobbed their heads to the beat while providing back up vocals, and Shippo began to do the same as his nerves melted away.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
Yeah I, I got to know your name.
Well and I, could trace your private number, baby.
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
I want some, here I come.
I set my sights on you.
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby!
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're havin' fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
By now the crowd had stopped caring about how wierd the song sounded in contrast to the others, and just got into it like before. Kirara refused to take her eyes from Shippo. He looked so adorable when he was into his music.
Deep down, though, she wished she could free her thoughts and express herself the way he could. Best not to think of that now. This is supposed to be a party, and there was no room for self-pity. Thoughts of the past and worry for the future could wait.
I, I got to be your friend now, baby,
And I would like to move in,
Just a little bit closer!
(Just a little bit closer!)
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
I want your love!
I want your love!
All I know is that to me,
You look like you're lots of fun.
Open up your lovin' arms,
Watch out, here I come!
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
You spin me right round, baby,
Right round like a record, baby,
Right round round round.
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The three boys laughed and slung their arms around each other's shoulders. "Thank you, good night, we love you all!" Inuyasha shouted in his best Ozzy impersonation. His ego swelled as he mentally checked off his plan as a huge success. Too bad Koga was now out cold and couldn't enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Inuyasha hopped down and strode up to Kagome who was laughing and grinning ear-to-ear. "What did you think?" he asked as he slipped his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned.
"That was great!" She swept her hair back out of her eyes and smiled up at Inuyasha. "What was that song you sang?"
"Trampled Underfoot by Led Zeppelin. You never heard it before?" Was it possible for someone not to know Led Zeppelin?
Kagome just shook her head. "Can't say that I have. I didn't know what Led Zeppelin was until a week ago."
"You poor deprived girl!" Inuyasha placed his hands on Kagome's shoulders and stared at her intently, causing her to blush. "You need to be shone the light. Remind me to play a few of their hits for you in the near future. No one should go through life having heard only Stairway to Heaven and Trampled Underfoot. There's still Communication Breakdown, Rock and Roll, Kashmir..." Inuyasha went on listing his favorite songs until Kagome got a look of information overload. "But we'll worry about that later."
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Miroku calmly walked up to Sango with a confident smirk. "So, do you think our plan was a success?" He had to try and repair the damage he had done these many, many years. Best to start tonight. He had been well-behaved so far. If he could just earn her trust.
Sango glanced around at the crowd now buzzing with talk of the guys' little show. "It would seem so, wouldn't it?"
Miroku proudly folded his arms over his chest. "We're not all that bad, are we? Admit it, you were having fun." Try as he might, Miroku couldn't stop himself from teasing her. It was just too much fun. Besides, he could tell from her face that she knew he never meant anything by it.
Sango just smirked. "Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't. You tell me." Oh, this was going to be fun.
"You looked like you were pretty into it when I was up there singing." He started singing once more. "Here I am, rock you like a hurricane! Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!" He laughed lightly and looked back to Sango who just shook her head with a soft smile.
"Men," she muttered. "If I placate your ego and tell you yes I really liked the song and found you drop-dead sexy when you were doing it, will you stop bugging me about it?"
There was an answer Miroku hadn't been expecting. He recovered quickly enough, however. "Only if it's the truth."
At that, Sango blushed deeply. She looked away, as if afraid to make eye contact with him, and Miroku immediately scrambled for a recovery.
"I was just joking. I saw you dancing in the crowd and having fun, that's all that matters." He tried an encouraging smile, and Sango seemed to feel a little less nervous.
One step closer.
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Meanwhile, Naraku was on the patio out in back sitting backward in a chair as he let Yura play with his hair, cooing over how soft and silky it was. In just five minutes she had experimented with putting it in a top-knot, three different styles of ponytails, and a French braid. He had to admit, this was pretty amusing. He had his arms folded on the back of the chair with his chin resting on them. "So, what are you doing next?"
He felt Yura drag her nails lightly over his scalp, forcing him to supress a light shiver. "Oh, I don't know. Dreadlocks wouldn't be a good look for you and the French braid didn't work out... Oh, dear."
"Why not let it down like it always is?" Naraku asked, trying to glance over his shoulder. The night wasn't exactly cold, but he still had to wonder how Yura could maintain any semblence of warmth in her body in a dress that skimpy. Why would she wear that to a party anyway? There was no way in hell she could dance and stay in that thing. Was she even wearing anything underneath? Naraku looked away before he let his imagination get carried away.
Yura seemed to consider his suggestion for a minute. "I guess so. Makes you look a little wild and gives you a sexy mystique."
Naraku tried another glance behind him as Yura continued to play with his hair. "You think so?"
"Of course I do," Yura giggled.
Naraku wasn't quite sure how to respond. He hadn't had a girl compiment him in... well, ever. This was something he could get used to, though. "Thanks."
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Author's Notes: I'm going to have to leave it off there. The next chapter will pick up where we left off and try to flesh out a few characters a little more.
Until then, be patient. My vacation is coming up, so don't expect to hear from me until mid-April.