Hey, My Sun-Eyed Girl
The look on Inuyasha's face was something, indeed. It was an array of confusion, anger, and disbelief. Quite an interesting combination.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Miroku?"
Miroku sighed. "Was I not clear enough or something, 'Yasha? Mushin's dead. He's dead because of a so-called 'heart attack'—that's what Jaken told me. And now we have no place to stay when we return to Japan."
Inuyasha stared at him, dumbfounded. Then he slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it! That bastard…I know he did it! I know he did…"
Miroku nodded sullenly. "I'm almost positive he did, too. But what can we do about it? We're more than halfway across the country…we weren't there."
"Um…" Kagome said quietly from her spot on the couch, next to Sango. "If you guys don't mind me asking, who's Mushin?" Sango nodded inquisitively.
"None of your business!" Inuyasha snapped.
Kagome's eyes widened. "Well no need to be so rude about it!" She shouted, quite taken aback by his sudden change of mood.
Miroku glared at Inuyasha. "Inuyasha, it's no harm in telling her."
The silver-haired boy looked down, angry but silent.
Miroku turned to both of them, and seemed to choose his words carefully as he spoke, "Mushin—he was a friend of my father's…and my caretaker for a while. We were invited to stay with him before we went on this accursed trip," he glowered at his hands, "and we were also supposed to go and stay with him afterward…" he sighed again. "…But now we can't, obviously. We—"
Inuyasha cut in, sitting down in an armchair across from Miroku's. "Who'll the house go to?"
"Sesshomaru."
Inuyasha looked at him with surprise. "Sesshomaru? But—"
"He bought it."
"Damn it…" Inuyasha whispered harshly.
There was silence after that. The two boys were contemplating the situation they were in, now not having someplace to return to, and the girls were quiet from respect for the deceased caretaker they never knew. It increased to a point where things became awkward, and slowly, each person in the group got up and retreated to their rooms.
Inuyasha was the first one to go, not speaking to anyone, a scowl on his face. He imitated Miroku when he was still pissed, and slammed the door, hard.
Then Kagome left. She was still a bit miffed from Inuyasha's earlier rude comment, but gave Miroku a sympathetic look before she went into her room. Fortunately for her door and the residents of the hotel, instead of a huge bang, she closed hers with a small click.
Sango put a reassuring hand on Miroku's shoulder, whispered, "I'm sorry." and squeezed it before also leaving the living room to go to her own one.
Miroku, now alone, put his head in his hands.
He had been the one that knew Mushin closest. None of them understood, even Inuyasha.
Mushin had been like a father to Miroku, taking care of him after his own had died. Knowing that he was dead—and most probably murdered—angered him intensely.
The "surprise" letter, meeting Kagome and Sango, getting an all-expense-paid trip to Hawaii…it just didn't matter for him anymore.
Inuyasha was right. It hadn't been a good idea to go on this trip. They were going to call NaraCo, Inc., and get on the earliest plane back to Japan, where they would continue wading through deep shit.
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"Excuse me?" A young woman with unusual white hair asked, a hint of surprise penetrating her usually quiet and clipped tone of voice.
Miroku's filtered voice came from the other end. "I'm sorry, but my friend and I have to leave. Family problems…it's sort of personal. It's for the best."
Kanna's brow almost furrowed. "Could you hold for a second?"
She rushed into Naraku's office, the cordless phone in her hand, the mute button set on it. "Sir?"
Naraku barely looked up, and muttered a bored, "Hm."
"Two people from the package want out, sir."
The only sign of interest the man displayed was that his back stiffened on his leather chair. He still didn't look up; appearing to be absorbed in typing away rapidly on his sleek black laptop.
"Is that so?"
The woman nodded, then, realizing that he probably hadn't seen her, cleared her throat and said, "Yes sir," quietly.
"Tell him that there are no plane tickets for any date before their original one left."
"But sir, what if he decides to check for tickets from the national airport? We—"
"Buy them all, then." He said it as if she was acting stupid on purpose by not thinking of it first.
"Buy them all? Isn't that—"
"Kanna." Naraku looked up fully for the first time, and Kanna almost flinched at the frostiness in his eyes. Those eyes…those eyes contained absolutely no warmth or remorse. Those eyes belonged to someone that could just take someone's head off and not even cringe when blood got all over him.
"Kanna," the man repeated, "when I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done." He fixed his eyes back on his notebook, and his pale face was once again bathed in its opaque blue glow. "Now go call the airport, and purchase all their tickets…at an increased price if you have to."
The woman stood there, silent. Then she bowed, left the room, and pressed "Un-mute" on the phone she was still holding.
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Inuyasha looked up from the magazine he was reading, "Well?" he asked.
Miroku shook his head disbelievingly. "Not one ticket…not one ticket left back to Japan before the two weeks are over! What the hell is up with that?" The dark-haired boy paced the living room, shaking his head, continuously muttering, "Unbelievable!" over and over again.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Seems like a pretty fucking big coincidence to me."
Miroku nodded. "It's like they're trying to keep us here or something."
The silver-haired boy shrugged and stood up. "Well, it's not like we have anywhere to go to when we do return. Might as well make the most of it"
As if to promote his statement, Kagome and Sango walked into the room, chattering excitedly about something absolutely non-significant and girlish, as usual. Kagome noticed Inuyasha, and grabbed his arm, forgetting all about her Omg-I-am-so-pissed-at-that-jerk vow, and eagerly dragged him to his room.
"Oi!" Inuyasha exclaimed, taken by surprise but not doing anything to stop her, "What're you doing, woman?"
"You never told me you played guitar!" was her delighted response as she increased her efforts, and successfully got him into his room, closing the door with her foot.
Miroku and Sango just stood there, amused.
"Well," Miroku cleared his throat, "that was very…er, un-Kagome-like. Wonder what they're doing in there right now."
"Oh stop it." Sango punched him playfully on the arm, "You and your dirty little mind."
The boy winked at her, "You betcha."
Sango had been in a pretty good mood that day, and was planning to answer pleasantly before she felt someone pawing her ass. She grimaced.
SMACK.
Miroku rubbed his cheek, giving her an exaggerated woeful glance, "Even in my misery, you still don't take pity on me, eh, Sango?"
"Oh, I pity you all right."
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Inuyasha just stood there, confused, as Kagome ran to his bed where he had left his crimson guitar and picked it up. She plucked at some strings experimentally, and then patted the space next to her, gesturing for him to sit.
Inuyasha slowly complied, and she thrust the guitar into his hands with such force he fell back on the bed with an audible "Oomf!"
"Play for me?" She asked enthusiastically.
"Geez, woman," Inuyasha grunted as he eased himself back into a sitting position, "you on Prozac or something?"
Kagome huffed. "Come on. Why didn't you tell me you knew guitar?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "You never asked."
"Well I'm asking now. Play for me?"
"No."
"C'mon, please?"
"Keh. No."
Kagome pouted. "Please?"
"I said no, bitch!"
The girl frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her back on him. "You're such a jerk."
"Whatever."
They kept it like that for a while, Kagome sitting on the edge of the bed, and Inuyasha just holding his acoustic guitar on his lap, glaring at her back.
Five minutes turned into ten, and ten minutes turned into fifteen, yet Kagome still refused to look at the silver-haired boy.
Finally Inuyasha sighed, something he didn't do everyday. "Fine, bitch. I'll play something for you."
Kagome turned around, ignoring the insult, and smiling eagerly at him. "Can I choose the song?"
"No."
"Fine."
Inuyasha took a deep breath, and started playing.
"I saw her, yeah I saw her with a black tongue tied round the roses.
A fist pounding on a vending machine, toy diamond ring stuck on her finger.
With a noose she could hang from the sun, and point it out with the dark sunglasses. Walking crooked down the beach, she spits in the sand, where their bones are bleaching…and I know I'm gonna steal her eye..."
He looked up while he was playing to see Kagome's reaction to the lyrics. She was still smiling; obviously thinking the song was about her. Which in a way it was.He grinned wickedly.
"…she doesn't even know it's wrong, and you know I'm gonna make her die, Take her where her soul belongs...
Know I'm gonna steal her eye…
Nothing that I wouldn't try...
" Hey, my sun-eyed girl…my sun-eyed girl. Hey, my sun-eyed girl…my sun-eyed girl…"
He glanced at her. Her smile had faltered a bit, and she seemed a bit confused.
'Heh heh heh…'"I saw her, yeah I saw her, with her hands tied back, her rags are burnin'…Calling out from a land filled life, scrawling her name up on the ceiling.
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust, white noise, her ears are ringing. Got a ticket for my midnight hanging, throw a bullet from a freight train leaving...and I know I'm gonna steal her eye…
"and you know I'm gonna make her die, Take her where her soul belongs...
Know I'm gonna steal her eye…
Nothing that I wouldn't try..."
Her smile had disappeared completely as she contemplated the meaning of the lyrics, and she seemed a bit freaked-out, even.
The rest of the song went pretty much the same, and he whipped past the guitar solo, having perfected it after years of practice. He ended the song with as much flourish as an acoustic guitar could give, and a hefty, "Hey my sun-eyed girl…"
He looked up at her, grinning. "What'd you think?"
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A/N: Well, it looks like that writer's block disappeared
Oh yeah, and before Beck decides to sue me for all I'm worth---I DO NOT OWN 'GIRL' BY BECK (omg that song is so cool X3). If you can tell, I only put songs I love in this fic.
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