I dont own Inuyasha, nor do i own the song 'One Step Closer' by Linkin Park.
Alright, so i know we're not allowed to answer reviews. But technically this review didnt have a question, or anything insult, or anything i feel i need to jusity the hell out of, but i just need to warn this reviewer on something. Please dont take my writing privlages(SP) away, oh mighty FanFiction Administration! Please oh please!
(That always gets them.)
Anyway--
Icecreamisgood: Haha, first one? Thats ok, i dont mind that your creeped out. But might i warn you, you say this is your first San/Inu? If i were you, (and this is coming out of experience) i would go back to Inu/Kag or Inu/Kik or whatever you were reading. No, better yet RUN back. I remember i had this weird curiosity in me, wondering what it would be like to read and Inu/San, so i looked them up. And i read.(actually, my first try at San/Inu turned out to be a San/Koga. Yeah.) And i loved Inu/San after i read enough of it. And now i live my life frustrated becuase there are only so many Inu/San out there. So while you're still at the stage of being fully creeped out by the were writing of Inu/San, its better to go turn back. Or else you'll start loving Inu/San forever and start hating Kagome but wont be able to find enough Inu/San stories to satisfy you. lol, just talking out of experience here. (Did you know i even tried to find a good Inu/Kag and just go to Word so i can replace all the 'Kagome's to 'Sango's? I'm THAT deprived! But other people who are reading this, warning: that thing i just told you is changing someone's original work (even if its not a big deal) and probably wrong...Plus it barly works, since Kgaome has a whole different persona than Sango.) This is a warning, Icecreamisgood, turn back now or be ready to live with the conciquences(SP), which im confident in saying all us Inu/San supporters must live with, ne? I'm trying to save you here, Icecreamisgood! Lol, go back! (Unless your like me, and dont mind being exotic and reading something creepy all day.) My little confession. Wow.
The week came and went too quickly for Sango.
Kohaku had attended his new middle school, which he claims to love. He had quickly met new friends, and Kohaku is fully enjoying the physical education.
Sango, too, admits to liking her new college. It was different, but yet it felt like home. She had also met new friends, which she knew she would come to be good friends with later on. Plus, the education was flowing smoothly as well as going at the same pace her other school went with.
Of course, no one has flawless moments, or so believed Sango. She just had to meet the rebel of the school, didn't she? The teacher just had to place her beside the arrogant jerk, right?
'Inuyasha, what a dumb name. It fits his track of mind though. Dumb. Stupid. Arrogant. Asshole!' Sango angrily zipped the dress she hastily put on. Kirara stared at her mistress oddly.
The guy had long silver hair, going to the base of his back. But Sango couldn't say it was weird for him to have silver locks. Many boys and girls alike had silver hair, of all different lengths too, in that school. Inuyasha was a typical bad ass. In fact, he was such a bad ass, he was a loner. For no one really accompanied his stupid routine of talking back and starting a row with a teacher, thus always ensuing in punishment.
Sango growled audibly as she grabbed the black ribbon from her dresser beside the mirror, tidying her hair in a low ponytail at the base of her back.
All he did that whole week was mess with her. Poke her, pass her rude notes, and be loud and arrogant. What was wrong with him! He definitely has issues.
A long strand slowly fell in her line of vision, only resulting in being lazily blown away. Sango was too much of a sloth that day to redo her whole ponytail for just that one strand. Staring into the mirror, her reflection gleamed back at her.
She had bought a dress she didn't even like. Well Kohaku had liked it, and begged for her to buy it. Sango honestly isn't a dress-wearing type, but it was recommended in the invitation. Formal. Sighing to herself, Sango fixed a bit of makeup on her eyelids.
Her dress was strapless. And in all honesty, she felt naked and exposed, especially since her whole back was open to the world. The black dress poofed about around her waist, but not by much. The whole dress was covered in a royal magenta design that flowed around in swirls. Underneath the dress was some sort special under-dress. It ended at her knees underneath everything and it was uncomfortable and incredibly itchy, Sango disliked it. Lastly, her shoes were plain black 2-inched heels, for anything higher would have made her fall over with the first step. Random jewels decorated her neck and wrists as well as her usually naked ears.
Three shy knocks were heard at her door, followed by her name called from her younger brother.
"Kohaku? You finished already?" Sango opened the door, meeting an astonished look from Kohaku.
"…Wow Ane-ue! You look great!" Kohaku smiled widely.
Sango smiled at her younger brother, grabbing his tie and fixing it after shifting to kneel down. "Look who's talking. You look so admirable Kohaku." She patted his head once she stood and laughed as his cheeks brightened.
The siblings exited their house, fully dressed in their exquisite evening clothing.
That Halloween afternoon was slightly chilling. Sango could feel tiny goosebumps on all bare parts of her upper body, only glad that her dress reached her toes. The breeze picked up just slightly, moving Sango's loose ponytail to whirl to the side. The same annoying strand of hair she was too lazy to fix before fell onto her face a second time.
"So do you plan on dancing, Ane-ue?" Kohaku asked, breaking the utter stillness as they made their way down the street.
Sango shrugged, moving the distracting stand form her vision. "Maybe. How about you Kohaku?"
Thinking it over, he concluded with a, "Maybe." Kohaku smile was accompanied by Sango's smile.
'What if I am asked to dance?' This made Sango slightly nervous. She had never really danced with anyone she didn't know before. Infact, she wasn't even that qualified at dancing! This just might result in something exhaustingly embarrassing. Sango cringed, what if she fell flat on her face!
Sango hated silence, it always led her to think to herself. And she hated her thoughts, they always led to some horrible vision.
"Will you dance with me, Sango?"
The sudden question made Sango gape down at her brother. "Of course, Kohaku."
"Alright, I'll hold you to that." Kohaku joked, earning a quiet laugh from his sister's lips.
They talked and joked some more before the massive mansion came into view. The stairs leading to the door was bundled with demons and humans alike.
"Wow…" Sango heard Kohaku gasp beside her.
The place was colossal! Like a castle, the house was toped with pointed towers, ancient looking windows, doors and everything. Truly a sight for a sore eyes. Then again, Inutaisho was a Lord. Anything more deficient would have doubtlessly been insulting.
Offering his arm to Sango, Kohaku smiled up at her. Sango took his arm with an amused look coating her features before they ascended up the crowded stairs.
It was momentarily dark out, for the sun retires earlier since it was now Autumn. The night air filtered into Sango's nose and her nerves calmed slightly. She wondered if Kohaku was just as jumpy and nervous.
She and Kohaku were about to enter the door when a clawed hand gently grabbed her forearm, making her squeal unpredictably. Turning to the source, Sango saw Sesshomaru, a petite yet ridiculing crevice at the end of his mouth forming as a smirk.
"Jumpy, aren't we Sango?"
Sango scoffed, letting a small smile roll onto her lips. Her cheeks were slightly tinted crimson.
"Anyway," he caught her attention as his look returned to serious, "You will need to wear a mask to enter."
"Mask?" Kohaku asked, walking towards the table Sesshomaru was manning, followed by an even more curious Sango.
"Yes, it is Halloween, you know."
The sarcasm in his voice made Sango look up from the table and glare humorously at him, earning a deep chuckle.
Sesshomaru was also wearing a mask, but it hung loose around his neck. It matched his tux quite well. His hair was pulled into a low ponytail, just like hers. It wasn't bad looking, infact he looked very important now. But she embarrassingly admitted to liking his hair down.
Sango grabbed a black feathered mask that seemed to end at the bridge of her nose and eye brows; referring to length of it that it. The thin strip of plastic was feathered at the ends, making the width longer than she wanted. The black feathers and mask did match her dress though…
"How much are they?"
"Free."
Taking another look at the mask in her hands, she noticed that random rhinestones were scattered around the mask's eyeholes, as well as the feather's ends being decored in jewels. Sango slipped the mask on, fastening the small string behind her head. Adjusting it into place, Sango found it quite comfortable. The feathers fanned out, one even going down her cheek. Sango knew she probably looked like an idiot, but it was mandatory.
'Mandatory to look like an idiot. How easing.' Sango inwardly sighed.
Sango looked down to see Kohaku already had his mask on. It didn't really match well, for his tux was dark blue while the mask was a lighter shade. But it didn't really matter for him since he liked it.
"Ready to go in, Ane-ue?"
Sango nodded before looking to Sesshomaru. "Are you going in?"
"I will once all the guests have arrived."
Nodding in agreement, Sango entered the castle doors with her brother.
And she thought the outside was huge.
"This must be the main hall…" Kohaku breathed, totally flabbergasted.
"Must be…" Sango replied, equally astonished.
The main hall was decorated with Halloween decors. Pumpkins aligned the walls whilst tables of food aligned the corners of the large room. On each side of the room was a swirl of massive stairs, leading upstairs. Though, the railing from the stairs continued to decorate the inside of the upstairs hall. One could lean against the railing upstairs and have a perfect view of the dance floor below. Looking further up, Sango spotted a huge chandelier, hanging above the occasion.
It was noisy inside, a mix of chattering and music alike. Sango could never live in a place that looked like the mansion of a famous extrordinair in a movie. She wondered how the Inutaisho family could.
Sango felt a light tug on her other hand, pulling her out of her gaze.
"Hello Sango-sama! I hope you have fun tonight!"
"Thank you Rin," Sango smiled at the young dressed up girl. She too was wearing a mask, and the only reason she could tell it was Rin was by her squeaky puerile voice.
"See you later!"
Both Kohaku and Sango waved.
.:I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you'll say
But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away:.--
The door opened, shining the barely lit room in light.
"Inuyasha?"
Said teenager took his iPod's headphones out of his dog-like ears at the sound of his mother's voice.
Inuyasha's eyes sparked out of the darkness, making it easier for his mother to find him. Once she did, Izayoi sat beside her son on the floor, also leaning her back against the bed.
"Why aren't you out there having a nice time?"
Inuyasha visibly scoffed, "Keh, I don't like parties."
Izayoi frowned slightly, "You used to love them when you were younger…"
Rolling his golden orbs, Inuyasha gazed at his mother, the crack of light from the opened door making her visible. She was dressed in a dark red dress, ivory flowers in random places. With her long hair in a high bun, Izayoi looked gorgeous.
Ejecting a hopeless sigh, Izayoi stood up, finding her son's jacket from his tux thrown on the bed.
"Inuyasha, why won't you wear your jacket?"
"It's too hot down there. And it's itchy." Inuyasha retorted, standing as he said so. He effortlessly towered over her by a little less than foot, being at a height of 6". He wasn't even the tallest in the family. Sesshomaru was taller by a couple inches, while his father stood at a grueling 6'6.
(AN: Yes, I know. Tall. Deal with it, because I know you love it.)
Izayoi shrugged her slim shoulders before turning to walk out the door, her son following suit.
Shutting the door behind him, Inuyasha walked out to the rail opposite of his bedroom door, leaning over it to see the party downstairs. Many people were dancing, while others were either chatting or stuffing their guts with food. All were baring masks…
"Hey mom, why is everyone wearing a mask?" Inuyasha asked, resting his elbows on the rail.
Izayoi came up behind him, softly raking her fingers through his long tresses. "It's Halloween, dear. We wanted to make it interesting." Splitting her son's hair into three parts, Izayoi set his hair into a loose braid starting in-between his shoulder blades.
Inuyasha knew his mother loved to play with his hair when he was younger, but was she putting a braid into his hair?
Titling his head to the side seeing her out of the corner of his eye, Inuyasha saw her tie the bottom of his braided hair with a black ribbon.
"…Mom. I am not walking around with a braid in my hair!" Inuyasha moved to grab his hair, only to have his hand slapped away.
"Tonight, you are. Here's your mask. And you are not to go in your little sanctuary of a room all night." Sending him a playful smile, she touched the tip of his nose with her finger before descending down the stairs into the masquerade.
Inuyasha leered at the mask in his hands. It was a plain black mask. Nothing interesting about it, nothing at all. In fact, it reminded him of the masks he usually saw comic book characters like 'Robin' wear. Slipping it on, Inuyasha looked back to the crowd of people below him.
He didn't want to go down there. All of his life, Inuyasha was always ridiculed because of his…difference, thus creating a slight fear of large crowds. There weren't many hanyous out there in the world, and most likely not in the Western Lands. Sure, now a days, he took the mild abuse and retorted to anger. In fact, he was known for his tough demeanor around school. That was probably the reason he doesn't have many friends. He never really had a lot of friends, but he didn't care. All he needed was his mother, for she was always there for him. His father too, but not as much. Rin was barely helpful. Actually, when they adopted her, she turned out to be very naïve. And Sesshomaru? Don't even ask.
Inuyasha expelled a sigh as he climbed on the railing, sitting on the edge. Sure, for a human it could mean death if they slipped off, but not for one with demon blood running through his veins. Inuyasha would easily fall into a crouched position, and could easily jump back on the rail from the first floor. But Inuyasha always did this; sit on the railing with his feet dangling in the air. He loved it up there. Besides, he had a good view of the progress of his parents' party.
Looking at his black dress shoes, Inuyasha had the impulse to just pull them off and let them fall on some unfortunate's head. But his mother had said she paid a lot for his outfit, so he would wear it. For now. She had bought him a tux, dress shoes, a tie, everything. But he just couldn't wear the jacket of the tux. He just couldn't, and most definitely wouldn't. It was inhumanly itchy. He didn't care if he looked like an idiot walking around with a white dress shirt and tie, without the jacket. The first few buttons on the white shirt were opened, for he felt like he couldn't even breathe, also resulting in a loose tie. The sleeves were carelessly rolled up to his elbows, knowing they were probably wrinkled. Inuyasha could feel loose strands make their way out of the loose braid.
He probably looked like a mess now. But again, it didn't faze him the least.
Searching the crowd, Inuyasha found his parents dancing together with little Rin beside them, doing her own thing. Sesshomaru was probably still manning the mask table outside, for new people were still walking in. Hah. That was actually his job, but his father asked Sesshomaru to do it once he totally forgot he had given Inuyasha the job.
"Keh…just a bunch of old people. What kind of party is that?" Inuyasha remarked rudely.
His eyes roved over the people's head, aimlessly looking at them. There were so many scents in the air, it would be hard to find someone if they didn't stick out by just looks.
Letting out a bored sigh, Inuyasha unintentionally watched two people come towards the snack table. Stoically watching the girl out of the two, he watched her pour a drink for who seemed like her younger brother. He could almost hear their conversation, but it was hard since he didn't even know what her voice sounded like. For all he knew the voice he thinks is hers might be the woman next to her talking to her husband.
The girl leaned down, leaning an ear close to her brother's mouth to hear what he said. She nodded, and he was off into the sea of people.
Did you guys notice that the FanFiction logo changed? It's blue now. Interesting. I know.
Anyway, i hope you liked this chap...finally introducing the other main character.
Please R/R!
-Monica