Ok! It's time for chapter two of a fic that keeps changing in my head as I go on. Hehehehehe. This is not a good thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or his groupies. I did not steal a chunk of his hair in the middle of the night and made an elaborate shrine of him in the back of my closet. Nope. None of that stuff. Oh, and I don't own the song. It is called "Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. It is a really pretty song so… if you get the chance, listen to it. The song does not really fit with the chapter until you read more… then it will make a bit more since. It still should be something a bit less bittersweet but whenever I tried a song, Makila pointed out innuendoes or Sango found things that would ruin the plot. I gave up and settled on this one. Deal with it.
On top of my troubles and breakdowns, I have to read a book for school that is absolutely awful. It is about WW1. I usually like graphic war books (don't ask), but this is stupid. They described (in too much detail) how a guy got his head shot off and yet it has not changed them at all. They are still fighting over good boots and tobacco. And then it spent like an entire chapter talking about these evil rats that are the bread and how they would trap them for entertainment during the night. I love a good story about the rats from hell (note sarcasm) but what does that have to do with WW1. Oh well, that description of the guy without a head still has me feeling sick… enjoy the story, and thank you for actually reading the author's note. Few do. And now, on to the fic.
Nightmare with a Silver Lining
Chapter 2
Arms of an Angel
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
"I am here for her, and nothing else. I don't need to make friends, just find her. Then I can leave this evil pit of hell."
Inuyasha got out of his green Toyota truck and slammed the door in his frustration. "Five thousand stupid kids in this school and I have to find one that I don't even know the name of." He let out a sigh and started for the huge building. His thoughts rambled on to what he knew, and what he needed to know.
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
The hallways were clearing out from the approaching tardy bell but the crowd of slackers still lingered. He made his way through the halls with only a few glances from students at his silver hair and amber eyes. However, he did get lots of people touching his ears. They couldn't resist that. They had probably not seen many youkai because this was a prestigious school, and youkai were not allowed. He had only gotten in because of his human half but he had to promise not to try out for any sports. He would have too much of an advantage.
"Feh, it's not like I wanted to anyway." He muttered to himself as he found his way to the principal's office. A young girl standing near him looked in his direction when he started talking to himself and Inuyasha became annoyed. He leaned closer to the teen, who looked to be just a freshmen, and let out a ferocious growl. All traffic in the halls stopped and a death-like silence filled the hallway. Then the girl released a horrific scream and scurried down the hall with papers flying in every direction. The hanyou smirked to himself as he passed through the petrified bunch of students and reached the principal's office. There he met our loving secretary from New Jersey.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
He walked into the plush room and noticed how the floor made soft crunches when you walked on it. It reminded him of his dream. It was the reason he was here. The lady snapped him out of his thoughts when she popped her frizz covered head up over the counter. "How can I help ya?" she chanted in an out of breath voice and attempted to fix her dishelved hair.
"I'm a new student. Name is Inuyasha Koi-ibito. I'm a junior and I just moved here."
"Birthday?" the lady asked in a bit of awe at his stature and hair color.
"September 26." He hissed in a slight afterthought.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
The woman opened the screeching file cabinet drawer and searched for the file. The silver-topped boy just stood while tapping his foot impatiently and then stopped when he heard grumbling. The grumbling did not come from the secretary… The hanyou looked down at his stomach… but realized that it wasn't that either. The sound came from something under the desk, or rather, someone. (Welcome to the comic relief scene.)
There was a man under the lady's desk who was mumbling something incoherent. The secretary turned around with the fruit of her search and found the teen looking at the man with a strange curiosity. She panicked.
"What are you looking at, young man?" she stammered with her cheeks flaming red. "There is no one under… I mean nothing under my desk, that I can assure you." She paused, then continued, "Oh please don't tell anyone. I will let you skip and get away with it. Anything, just don't tell about Harold!" she pleaded.
Inuyasha looked with mild amusement at the two and nodded his head in agreement. She handed him his schedule and sent him a large, grateful smile.
Homeroom was not that bad, but it would have helped if the teacher had actually come to school or at least have unlocked the door. The rest of the students were wandering around and causing a riot. It was too bad that it only lasted twenty minutes.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
And he fell into the current of students and blended with the cattle. The only difference was that he knew that one of these cattle would not be lowing for long. He was against the flow as he fell into its smooth pattern.
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
First period was a little better. What history teacher isn't complete without a twitching problem and an obsession for the color orange? That's what makes history fun!
Inuyasha lazily doodled on the edge of his paper that the teacher had passed out and was going over. It was the expectations and rules for the year. Too bad this boy had no intention to stay that long. He wasn't paying attention to what he was writing, but he recognized it. It was from the dream… the reason that he was here in the first place. His hands stared shaking when he saw the shaky sketch that his hands had written subconsciously. It was a swastika… a black sketchy swastika with an odd dot of blood in the middle. The very center of the symbol of power held a drop of ink. In his dream, it wasn't ink. It was a wine red. The color of blood.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
The teacher turned to write something on the board and he suddenly felt the presence of a shadow. When he looked up, a girl with a video camera pressed to her eye was watching him. She immediately put it down when she saw him look up and smiled a worried smile. Her dark chocolate hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and the hard expression showed that this girl had much to worry about. She looked a pale ashen gray and hurt was present in her eyes.
"Sorry," she whispered to the stranger and she turned back to the front of the room.
When the class was finally released, the girl, whom Inuyasha noticed the teacher had called Miss Shohatsu, swung her backpack over her shoulder and trudged slowly to the door.
Inuyasha tapped her on the head (height difference) before she reached her portal into the flowing river of students, and she turned her pained eyes to him.
"Hi, I am Inuyasha."
"Sango."
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Extraterrestrial: hehehe… yes I am confident! I have my Inuyasha plushie to hug at night. Nothing can go wrong. I am trying to type more so the whole waiting thing.. aww screw waiting. I am too impatient. It's the way of the Aries so you should understand. Heheh!
Kagura Fuujinnomai: Wow.. the great Kagura loves me! WOOOOO… I guess I cheated because I know her in real life. Oh well. I miss you soo much too and this is not supposta be too much like me. Whatever you say. Thanks for reading!
Yusuke3: I will never tell. Mwuhahahahaha. And I won't kill you. You are too much fun to poke!
Lyn: ok .
Someone: I guess I did wander a bit, but I like it. Sorry. And I love that song too. sings in head
Skitzoid: yay! You are finally writing the second chapter of Unsung Heroes! Wooooo… I didn't mean to get rid of your editing. I don't know where it went. It is somewhere… oh well. Call ya later!
(No this is not a Sango/Inuyasha fic thank-you-very-much! They will only be friends. Review now.) Oh, and sorry for the random last names… hope the comic relief at least made you smile. Don't expect the next chapter till next weekend. I have too many things going on and with school starting back tomorrow…. I have enough problems to care about this thing. Oh, and please poke my editors. Madi is busy and Makila keeps bugging me over spelling. Tanks!
Editor's Note: Again with the minuets. Dolls, you must remember my friend's incorrect spelling of "minutes" in the last one. Well, find the sentence that has "minutes" in it in this one, and you'll find "minuets" just doesn't fit. Well, she did a very good job on this one, as you can tell… So… I'll shut up and be on my way. – Makila-sama