Car 59
Chapter 2
"Put your hands up in the air and drop your weapon!" ordered a policeman. "What?" growled Inuyasha. "Do not try to do anything silly. We have you surrounded!" A 22 year-old silver-haired man turned around to face a man in uniform within gunpoint. A cold feeling went up his spine. "What the hell, Why are you cops doing here?" A 21 year-old woman walked from behind him. Her tied-up black hair clumped together, a couple of strands stuck to her sweaty face. Her guilty eyes looked at the man behind her. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! She yelled.
Those eyes. Those brown eyes. Those brown eyes he had come to trust and love. Those same brown eyes that betrayed him.
The moment was intense. As if the whole world had stopped for that one nanosecond for those brown eyes to be permanently engraved into his spiritual being.
The way she looked at him sent sparks up his back. Those same sparks used to out of attraction, now out of fear. The way she cried out those six words still caused him to get shivers.
She dropped to her knees sending her extremely baggy red jeans with the chain on to whip at the rain. He never knew how she got her jeans to be red. Now he would never know.
Her baggy gray sweaters drenched and tight against her skin. Her long hair whipped at his face, causing sparks to his temple.
" You! Get down on your knees, now!" The police officer yelled.
More police cars drove into the small alley, the blue and red lights were flashing and the sirens pitched a high note.
The man obeyed. His black leather pants dirtied in the mud. His red t-shirt was damp and cold against his skin. A brilliant wave of silver crashed down to the ground. His heavy heart was panging in rage and confusion.
He should have known. He should have known to trust anyone.
"Kikyo! How could you! Immediately a figure shot up from the covers. A clammy hand brushed away his frizzy hair, re-tying it into a ponytail.
The voice muttered, "Chikuso, Damn you Kikyo" Inuyasha slowly got off his bed his knees not listening to his brain. He felt weak and vulnerable every time he thought of her.
He somehow crawled to his close in the dark. He opened his small closet trying to find something. He rummaged through clothes that were on the ground. Several unused coat hangers were seen.
His hands stopped when he found what he was looking for.
Red Jeans.
It was the only pair of red jeans he had so he knew it was what he was looking for.
The red pair of jeans did not belong to him it belonged to Kikyo. It still had the same chain on the side. It was worn and had collected dust. When Kikyo went to prison she had given him her clothes to keep.
He still remembered how she ruefully smiled when she gave him the package. She was wearing a orange jumper with a label that had a code number on it. A police officer was right behind, checking her every move.
Inuyasha checked a pocket bringing up lint. His hand slowly looked in the other one, feeling the material.
He finally found what he was looking for. In his hand he held a picture and a piece of white ribbon. The same ribbon Kikyo always wore. "Kikyo I loved you...and I still love you."
The picture was probably Kikyo as well, for it revealed a young woman with the brightest smile on her plump and rosy face. Her eyes were chocolate brown and her hair was tied in an intricate way with a white ribbon.
He took this picture with his camera in their favorite park. It was their park. He kept the picture because the next day, he never saw her again.
His chaste voice whispered, "Kikyo"
He placed the picture to his heart, clutching it like a child and his teddy bear, Kikyo, I despise you...yet I still love you."
He stayed like that for a couple of moments until sleep finally overcame him. His eyes grew heavy with fatigue and he finally slept in a fetal position.
"Girls don't like boys, Girls like cars and money! Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny! And these girls likes these boys and these boys..."
The black alarm system roared out. Inuyasha set up an alarm that triggered a radio station so he could wake up early. But, apparently it didn't work.
"Inuyasha if you do not turn off your alarm right now, I will reveal to the world that you own a pair of girl pants." Sesshomaru's voice shouted loudly. That woke Inuyasha right up. "Don't you dare tell anyone that!" Inuyasha woke up to find himself on the floor. "Shit, how did I get here."It is about time you woke up, I was ready to call the army." mused Sesshomaru. "Har har, very funny" growled Inuyasha. "I left breakfast downstairs, Inuyasha. I am late for a business meeting. "Okay, Sesshomaru, tell Kagura to stop by anytime." Inuyasha yawned. Sesshomaru grumbled, "I wish he would stop doing that", when he closed the door.
Inuyasha took a quick shower and pulled down a black turtle-neck sweater and a pair of khaki pants. He found his favorite pair of black shades with the fire edging. He quickly pulled out his ponytail, brushed his hair than pulled it back again in a mere five-seconds.
Downstairs, Inuyasha spooned cold cereal into his mouth, as he watched television. For some odd reason he a feeling he was missing out on something. He scratched his head, "What am I forgetting?" Than the phone rang, and Inuyasha nerely fell of the couch from the noise. He picked up the phone. "Moshi Moshi?" he asked warily, he hoped it wasn't fan who managed to get his phone number. "Inuyasha Yazumi! In all my years I have never recieved such a model with incompetence and lack of time! I have three photographers waiting for you! You get your butt over here right now or there will hell to pay!" shriked a high-pitched voice. "Oh! So that was what I was forgetting." chirped Inuyasha, "I'll be there Clearwater-baachan." "I am NOT an old -" Inuyasha turned off the phone as he picked up his car keys.
"Beautiful Inuyasha. Now, smile! Smile! It's a happy day! You have a million girls fawning over you, and a bank full of cash! Yes! Perfect!" cooed Jakotsu, the photographer. "Okay, one more picture and I think we can finish for the day. Next month's issue is going to be so fetch!" Jakotsu said happily. "No can do Jakotsu, I am going to be late for another appointment." Inuyasha eyed the clock that pointed a quarter before 12. The handsome hanyou jumped off his pedastal and picked up his sunglasses and car keys from a table. "You can't just leave!" stuttered Clearwater-san, "You still need to do a cover-story!" "Sorry, I want to help, but I have three people who will make a deal with the devil if I dont show up. We can reschedule. Ciao!" yelled Inuyasha as he closed the door behind him.
Meanwhile a couple of people weren't very happy.
"Mama, When is Inu-san coming? The innocent voice of a small five-year old voice was heard.
"Hiroshi darling, you know Inuyasha doesn't like to be called Inu-san." Sango said with a restrained smile.
Kagome on the other hand found it very amusing and starting laughing hysterically.
"Inu-san..." she giggled between choking laughs causing a few people to stare.
Miroku, Sango and their children accompanied Kagome to the Sunset Diner, the first place where Inuyasha and Miroku met.
Miroku was wearing a pair of dark-blue jeans, a white-shirt and a Car 59 jacket. Sango wore a suitable pair of sweats and a purple t-shirt. She was holding the 2 year-old, Kane in her lap feeding him bottled milk. Kane had his mother's eyes and his father's smile.
Hiroshi looked like a mini-version of Miroku, having his hair tied up like his father's but he acted just like his mother. He was tough yet gentle.
"Anyhow, where is Inuyasha!" Kagome apparently stopped from laughing (it was a good thing too, some people were about to call the police)
A disgruntled tone spoke out, "I'm right here."
The three adults gasped and turned around to find a grumpy looking Inuyasha. Hiroshi seemed to be happy and ran into Inuyasha embracing him. "Inu-san! he said in his sweet you-cant-kill-me-cause-I'm-a-kid voice.
"Hey Kid!". (What can you say the hanyou had a soft spot for kids, he didn't really mind when Hiroshi called him that name, only when his elder brother was there...now that was pure torture.)
"Sorry, I got held up...a speed ticket." "Inuyasha! That's like your 12th one this month!" scolded Miroku. "18th, besides what are you saying?" Inuyasha inquire obliviously. "Nevermind." Miroku gave small sigh, "Anyways, this is Kagome Higurashi and Kagome Higurashi this is the notably late Inuyasha Yazumi."
Kagome turned around to face Inuyasha and to greet him.
When Kagome turned around it caused Inuyasha to choke.
Her eyes. Those it brown eyes staring back at him. He felt a hot feeling run down his spine.
"How are you doing Mr. Yazumi." Kagome called cheerfully.
Inuyasha's voice wanted to response but it paid no heed. He couldn't say anything, he was sure it was Kikyo but somewhere in his heart he knew Kikyo couldn't be sitting in front him with those eyes. Those brown eyes.
His voice whispered softly, "Kikyo?"
Kagome blinked, her brain still registering what Inuyasha had said.
"Kikyo? Who's she?"
"Oh, Kikyo is just a..just a acquaintance of Iuyasha's that's all." replied Miroku quickly.
A sweat drop slowly slid down his neck. He never realized how much Kagome did look like Kikyo. They had the same brown eyes and the same raven-black hair and were pretty much the same height.
They could have been identical twins if not that Kagome's last name was Higurashi while Kikyo's was Tanuto.
"Inuyasha, sit down." Miroku gritted out.
Inuyasha's pea size brain finally registering what his friend had just recently said slowly sat on the seat beside Miroku. Kagome and Sango were facing opposite of them on the same 50's style chair while Hiroku and Kane were eating donuts on their mother's lap.
"So,the main point of this meeting is to get Kagome and Inuyasha familiar to each other. You see, as you already know I have two sons and a wife to take care of and I haven't fulfilled my responsibility as a father very well because lately as I was too busy thinking of strategies with Inuyasha."
Miroku paused before continuing, "This is why I recruited Kagome here to help us."
Miroku gave a cheerful grin towards Kagome, who simply frowned.
Inuyasha gave a slight nod. His ears twitched slightly.
"What is the schedule?"
Miroku's eyebrows bunched up together, "Schedule? What are you talking about Kagome?" Kagome's jaw stretched down to the floor (if that was possible).
"You mean, you don't have a schedule!"
"Yeah,so,I don't see the problem." Miroku blurted out.
Sango interrupted, "This is the reason why I asked you Kag, I mean look at these two, they are bumbling idiots! I don't even know how they made it this far!"
"Oh, come on Sango, maybe they are kind of stupid, but at least they know how to drive."
Kagome gave a small snicker, "Anyhow, if I am supposed to be the coach, we play by my rules. I already made a schedule just in case."
She took out a white piece of paper that was folded up from her pocket. It revealed the time of breakfast, lunch, dinner, training and breaks.
"I think regiment will really improve your performance. What do you think Mr. Yazumi?" She questioned.
"Mr. Yazumi?;
"Yo, Inuyasha, you okay?"
Miroku waved a hand across Inuyasha's face.
Inuyasha was too busy staring at Kagome. Those brown eyes, he was sure it was Kikyo. Like, who else could have the same brown eyes and the same hair?
She even dimpled like her! But deep inside, way deep inside, he knew, this couldn't be Kikyo. Kikyo was in prison, and she never took up racing, except she was sure a pro at the motorcycle.
Inuyasha felt someone hit him across the head, his eyes snapped into reality.
"Sorry, fazed out for a second. So, what are we talking about?"
Three people let out an exasperated sigh. It seemed Kane was the only one who was entertained by this.
It was a couple hours later when Kagome finally got home. That Inuyasha sure was a creepy one. He kept on staring at her a couple of times and she was sure he had said Kikyo. Whoever Kikyo was.
After Miroku had finished beating the crap out of Inuyasha the three adults discussed how they were going to work things out. Sango merely sat there, taking care of the boys.
Inuyasha complained it was too much work, Kagome though he should get off his lazy ass once in a while. Miroku was the unlucky innocent bystander who had to separate a couple of close fights.
It was late, when they had finally come to a decision.
"Pleasure doing business." Kagome smiled as she shook Inuyasha's hand, "I will see you first thing in the morning. Sayonara."
"Hey Buyo" The fat cat who was gaining more pounds by the hour gave a small meow in response.
"Hmph, that Mr. Yazumi is going to be the death of me."
Kagome owned a small apartment loft and made a modest living of being a driving instructor. Sometimes she would stay late and pretend the instructional courses were racetracks and drive. Her mother insisted that she take the family cat much to the protest of her younger brother who was 17.
"I think a nice hot bath is going to do me some good."
Kagome slowly took off her clothes and turned on the hot water. She draped a bathrobe as she waited for the tub to be full. The hot aroma caressed her skin.
"Hmm...seems to be full enough."
She turned off the faucet slowly. The heat was rising from the tub. She turned to the cabinet and opened it.
In an organized line there was several bottles of shampoo, toothbrushes, toothpaste and some bubble bath.
"Hmm, decisions, decisions"
After choosing the lavender scented aroma bubble bath and adding a few bath salts, she soaked herself in the hot water and added a towel to her face.
She released a relaxed groan. Her mind went blank. She couldn't get the thought out of her head. It had been exactly 17 years since that day.
(Flashback)
"Kagome! What are you doing!
The angry voice of a tall man with blazing black hair fell upon a little girl's ears. She had long black tied into pigtails. She was reading a book on a crisp sunny Saturday.
"I'm reading a book Daddy, do you want to read with me?"
"No! I do not want to read a book with you! Why aren't you riding your bike or something!"
"Because I don't want to Daddy.",was her not so smart response.
The man's face grew red with rage,"What do you mean you don't want to? How can you become a famous racer if you're reading a book? Why couldn't you have been a boy? A boy who would have wanted to follow in my footsteps? Why? Why!" The man yelled in the girl's face. The 6-year-old girl burst into tears, I don't know Daddy...I'm sorry, I wont read anymore, see...I'm getting my bike!"
The man paid no heed to the girl's cries of help. He slowly approached his face full of anger and hate.
"It is your mother's fault! If she hadn't protected you, this wouldn't have happened! That stubborn little bitch. Well, no more. I am not going to be mocked in public, no more!
"Daddy! Please Don't"
"Higurashi failed again. Too bad he only has a daughter. It's a pity he cant drive anymore. That's all everyone says now! Its all your fault, you stupid bitch!"
"Daddy, please, no!" "Shut up!" A piercing scream woke the whole neighborhood. (Police Siren)
That day was the most horrible day. Kagome was only 6-years-old, her brother was not yet born.
Her father had thrown a vase at her, a shard of the vase cut through her back when she turned away from him. She remembered him storming out of the house. She remembered how she felt the blood rushing out of her back. How she went into darkness.
It was the day her mother was in the hospital. It was the day her father had gone to jail for child abuse, drunk driving, getting out of the car and setting a 5 story newspaper on fire. Three people were injured and one person died from the fire.
Her father was mad, mad with power, mad with lust for winning. He was consumed in greed, that it turned his mind against him.
8 months later her brother was born. If only he was born sooner this wouldn't have happened.
It was all Inutaishou's fault. Ever since he came into the competition her father had tried to win back the cup. Year after year, for ten years he tried. Until in '57 he broke his leg. He never drove since.
He wanted his son to gain vengeance. To win the cup, but no, his first offspring was a girl. She was a girl who had no intention of becoming a racer. She was just a girl a girl named Kagome.
Kagome rose from her position. The cloth that was on her eyes fell in the water.
"Father...this is all your fault."
She ran her hand down her back where she felt the scar. The scar she had got from the piece of glass. The scar that had reminded her of her failure, she hated the scar.
Water dripped from the thick bangs that were hiding Kagome's face.
She clenched her fist, "Father, I'll see you in two months..."
(Meanwhile)
"Come on! Get a move on.
A fat woman wearing a dark uniform poured mashed potatoes onto a plate.
A man took it from her, sneering at her face. He had long blazing black hair. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown. He wore the orange jumpsuit, which every other prisoner had to wear.
He slowly walked over to a table and sat beside a woman. A woman he soon learned to know as Kikyo. She was one of his friends. He learned she was in for fraud, and running from justice. She was 23 and it had been 2 years since she had been in prison.
Her lawyer was a good one and managed to get her out early.
"Hello, Higurashi. Bad day?"
"Yep. It's been exactly 17 years since I've been in this joint."
"I know what you mean, I can't believe you survived that long in this hellhole. I can't wait until I get out of this place in 2 months."
Kikyo took a bite out of the so-called mystery-meat.
"Well, one gets used to something after sometimes." The man chuckled, "And yes, it would be nice to get out of here."