Toni Braxton: Spanish Guitar Okay, that's everything bye!
Chapter 3- Where the nightlife and the highlife meet
His foot slammed against the break. The sound of metal crashing against metal was heard, along with a female scream. He quickly got out of the car and ran out towards the curb.
The girl was lying at a strange angle on the bushes. He picked her up, dusting her off and cocked her up on the pavement. He shook her violently, trying to force her to wake up. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing the emergency numbers quickly as possible, repeating, "oh god, oh god, oh god!" over and over.
The girl eyes started opened slowly, her breathing quick. Her eyes met amber ones, and her breath almost stopped dead. She was looking into the eyes of the most gorgeous young man she had ever seen in her life, his golden eyes flickered in the sunlight, complementing his silver locks.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open here arms waving every which way, sending the hanyou back several feet, a red handprint on his cheek. She blinked several times, trying to register just where she was.
'Let's see, I was going to work, when this car came speeding at me.' Inuyasha cleared his throat, seeing as she didn't notice him, or the red handprint on his face.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay!" she said, crawling over to him, trying to see his bruised cheek. He brushed her off.
"Get off me wench!" he said, pushing her away, "I wasn't the one hit by a car! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, but my bike is not," she replied looking over at her bike, which was also thrown several feet away into the street. The wheels were bent backwards, the handle bars now in the shape of a pretzel. The teal paint was scratched and bruised. The whole thing was beyond fixing.
She groaned and lay back on the pavement. "I'm never gonna get to work at this rate!" Inuyasha rolled his eyes. This girl, to him, was incredibly naïve for her age. Still, she slightly reminded him of his wife when they first met. Young, naïve, innocent, yet wise at the same time. But that was a LONG time ago, at least to him.
"I'll take you," he said, acting as if he didn't care or not. She looked at him intently, easily looking through his macho act. She had seen his face before, and was trying to recall just where she had seen him. Suddenly she jumped up, sending him back several feet.
"You're Inuyasha Takashi!" she yelled. His ears flattened against his skull, hiding themselves in his mess of shaggy hair.
"Do you mind not yelling!" he said. She reached into her pocket hastily and pulled out a notepad and pen, shoving it into his hands. "Can I have your autograph!" she asked, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
"Um, alright, I guess," he managed to say. She smiled and pointed to where she wanted him to sign. Maybe he was wrong, Kikyo was NEVER this perky.
"Where are you headed to?" he asked, getting up and dusting off his business suit.
"I'm starting my job at the Sengoku Jidai Nightclub," she replied.
"Miroku's nightclub? I head over there every Friday night, I'm on my way there now. Get in."
"Thanks, name's Kagome," she said, reaching out her hand, "it's nice to meet you Mr. Takashi."
He looked at her hand for a moment. She seemed sincere enough. He shook her hand gently before replying, "just call me, Inuyasha."
Later
Inuyasha sat down on a stool, kneeling his head down on the bar table. Miroku walked over to him from behind the bar. Cleaning out a glass with a white hand towel.
"Usual?"
"Could you?"
"One bankrupt Naraku comin' up!"
He came back with an empty glass and a bottle of White wine and a bottle of vodka and one of white merlot. He shook them together, setting it in front of the hanyou, along with a bottle of aspirin.
"Bad day?' Miroku asked, flinging the towel over his shoulder. Inuyasha groaned. "Usual, won a case, fought with the maid, nearly ran someone over."
"Yeah, Kagome told me about that, well, Sango anyway. For some reason she likes to stay clear of me."
"Maybe cause you just tried to peek on her in the dressing room?"
Miroku sweat dropped. Sango came out of the back room, also in uniform (which she hated) towards the bar, her tray in hand.
"Miroku, I'm gonna get you for this," she hissed, "I knew I should've picked the uniforms myself!"
"I think you look very beautiful, Sango."
"I LOOK like a FRENCH MAID!"
"Exactly!"
She knocked him across the head with her tray and stormed off, grumbling about perverted bartenders.
"Still no luck with her, huh?" Inuyasha asked, snickering. Miroku got up from behind the bar, a large bump on his head.
"Well, we're dating at least."
"I'm surprised she even let you kiss her."
"Well, that's all we're doing."
"THAT I'm not surprised about."
"Hey!"
Sango walked back to the bar, her cheeks flushed, carrying an empty glass, her eye twitching. Somewhere behind her a man was glaring at her, soaked from the head to around his chest, looking as if someone poured a drink on his head. "Well, I better check on Kagome to see if she's ready. She's to come out in a few minutes." Sango said.
"Hey Sango," Inuyasha said, "What exactly does Kagome actually do here anyway?" She smirked lightly.
"She's our new singer," she replied, and walked back into the back room. A few minutes she walked out onto the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she said, "tonight I introduce to you a new addition to our nightclub. She new at professional singing, but I assure you she's the best I've ever heard. Introducing, the beautiful, the talented, Kagome Hirigashi!"
Kagome took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage, followed by her backups, Yuka and Eri, and the guitarist, Hojo. She was wearing a black strapless dress that came to her knees. Her hair was waved, her face made up. The light on the room made her look sophisticated and mature. She seemed very confident to the audience.
The music started and she looked up, lightly resting her fingers on the microphone on the stand adjusting it carefully towards her face. Everyone was on the edge of his or her seats as the spotlight was on her, which she had no problem with.
Her voice was strong, deep and light at the same time, lower her original voice. She sang with a deep passion that held the audience. Her eyes were closed as she sang, as if daydreaming at the same time.
Inuyasha watched her carefully, studying her every move, his abnormal ears twitching in silent cheer with every note of her voice. Something about her had him on the edge of his seat, as he sat quietly in deep concentration, never blinking, never missing a beat.
She gave it all she had, feeling the music in her ears, coming out of her throat the lyrics she had practiced all day. Her backup singers followed closely to what she sang. Their voices were slightly higher than hers, but still effective.
The guitarist, Hojo, played his solo, while also sing/saying the Spanish lyrics for the bridge of the song.
The song went back to her as she sang the other part of the bridge. Singing in almost a whisper. Her voice instantly got stronger at the last two lines as she sang with hard feeling, singing loud and strong at the end, as the backup sang the chorus.
your song, yeah, I'll be your song, I'll be your song, your song, baby all night long!"
It continued like that until the music finally faded away. She opened her eyes and looked up at the crowd, who were hooting clapping, whistling, giving her a standing ovation. She bowed and looked over the crowd. Sango and Miroku were clapping over at the bar.
She also noticed Inuyasha sitting on a stool a few feet away from them, mouth wide open, gaping at her, clapping slower than most, but still clapping.
You know what to do!
NOTE: If you know any slow songs that someone would sing in a nightclub, feel free to give me some suggestions, right now I only got two-three more songs, one being the name of this story.