Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, nor do I own Garden State.
Shrine state:
Chapter 2: where your heart belongs?
Just like the dreams he had been getting, his flight to Tokyo from Los Angeles was one of the most tedious things he had ever experienced. He slept most of the time.
The first thing he saw when he stepped out of the plain was the sunset.
How ironic was it that the first thing he saw when he got to the Land of the Rising Sun would be the exact opposite of rising sun? The sunset. He remembered when he was a kid, he used to like them. He thought it was an interesting thing to draw them.
He figured that by the time he got to his old house, it would be dark already, so as soon as he landed foot on land, he decided to head straight to his old house.
Obviously, he didn't do that.
'Coward.' InuYasha though to himself.
He took a cab them and ordered the driver to take him to an old coffee shop, in the midst of Asakusa district.
It was there where he got his very first job. It was there where he took his first girlfriend on a date, it was there where he actually laughed, even though the Happy pills he was taking at the time didn't let him feel a whole lot. He'd done some really good friends there.
That shop changed his life in ways that not even himself thought about. It was probably because of that coffee shop that he decided to move to the great United States of America, land of the free, blah blah blah. He never really thought of America that way. It was more like a getaway place. Kind of like the most faraway place he could go to, and where he could probably make a decent living. Maybe be an actor. Why not?
So he took the money that was rightfully given to him and took of, never looking back. Before going to America, he decided to live for a few years in London, where he would attend acting school. Besides, he'd always wanted to go to the United Kingdom.
After roughly six and a half years in London, he decided he'd move to L A, to try his luck. It's not like he had anything to lose anyway.
Now, he was back to Tokyo, the largest, most populated place in the world. It was already really late so InuYasha decided to finally go back to his old home. The one he had not gone back to in 9 years.
'Okay, this is it, then.' InuYasha thought with a grimace. 'when did I become such a coward? It's just a house, anyway'
He couldn't help to think about it though. He grew up in that house after all. He used to play in there. He had this one toy, this red ball. Those were the only memories he had of the house, really.
That, and, of course… The thing his grandfather left for him when he died.
After 30 minutes of walking to his house, he realized that he kind of missed Tokyo. Weird thing, as he never thought that would or could happen.
Even after nine years, he knew that house like the palm of his hand.
He didn't want to wake up the people inside so he decided to go to the back door that would lead to the kitchen. From there, he went to the garage.
He couldn't help but to smile. There it was…
"Right where I left it" he said slowly to himself.
And there it was…InuYasha's inheritance from his grandfather.
A World War II model Bike.
Complete with a Side Car.
Without even thinking about it, there he was, climbing on top of it, ready to take it for a ride.
I'm really sorry for the shortness, and even sorrier for the big delay. I guess, there weren't that many reviews…
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