Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha—and I don't own the Japanese pop-culture either—I did own a batch of homemade cookies—but I think someone ate those...
Slay the Music
Scene Eight: Punk Pop Princess
Sango, Miroku, and Kôga sat at the small booth in their tour bus. It was eleven in the morning and they had been discussing Kagome's situation since they had found out.
"Ssh!" Sango scolded, "it's our day off and Inuyasha's still asleep! And I thought you said you didn't want him finding out."
"Oh yeah," Kôga said, taking a small glance towards the bunks.
"Are you absolutely sure that Kikyô said 'Kagome' and not 'Kagura,'" Miroku asked.
"For the seventh time Hôshi-sama, it was Kagome—Ka-go-me!" Sango hissed.
"But she's a pop princess!" Kôga whined.
"And Ayame's like—total hard-core punk here," Miroku said.
"I know," Sango said.
"I wonder what caused her to switch," Kôga thought out loud.
They all went silent for a while. Miroku tapped his foot on the ground. Kôga was drumming his fingers on the table. Sango was still processing this information. A long silence followed.
"Fuck!" Sango yelled suddenly.
The two boys jumped at her sudden exclamation, "What is it?" They asked.
She sighed, "I think she switched because of something I said yesterday," Sango sighed again.
"What did you tell her?"
Sango had a guilty blush upon her cheeks. "I told her that Inuyasha didn't like her because she did pop music."
The two boys stared at her.
"You said what?" Miroku asked after a small silence.
"You heard me," Sango said.
"Why did you tell her that!?" Kôga barked—not raising his voice to loud so he wouldn't wake Inuyasha.
"She asked!" Sango retorted.
"Buddha help you," Miroku said, laying his head down on the table.
"What, was I not supposed to tell her?" Sango asked.
The two boys nodded.
"Then what was I supposed to tell her!?"
"Maybe that he's always like that!?" Kôga offered.
"But he's not," Sango pointed out.
"That doesn't mean you tell her," Miroku said.
Sango let out a sigh of frustration.
"Hey, thanks, Ayame,"
"No problem, anything for a rock star in the making," she winked.
"Ah, we're here!" Kagome said.
"Let's go then," Ayame smiled.
Kagome nodded and they stepped out of the car, wearing regular jeans and overlarge t-shirts and sunglasses. Ayame ushered her into a black warehouse-type building and quickly followed her in. Once inside, Ayame took off her sunglasses.
"Remind me again," Kagome started, "what is this place?"
"Warehouse #666! A rock star's favorite place to shop," Ayame said. "If we're going to be in a band, you're going to need a new look."
"Okay," Kagome said reluctantly.
"You sound hesitant," Ayame said.
"Yeah, well all of this is new and all..."
"Right, first off the instrument shop!" Ayame cheered and headed towards it with Kagome close behind.
They walked in. The store was quite large with a huge instrument selection. But there was only one thing wrong with it...
"How come this place is so empty?" Kagome asked, commenting on the lack of people present.
"Warehouse #666 belongs to a company that provides rock bands with tour busses and schedules—I forget the name... but, basically this whole "mall"—if you wanna call it that—is invitation only. Hey, Toutousai," Ayame waved at the elderly clerk.
"Invitation only?"
"Yeah," Ayame nodded as she strolled over to the bass section. "You play anything?"
"Besides a piano and a flute? Nope," Kagome said.
Ayame took a sideways glance at Kagome and smacked her forehead. "We're going to have to get you an instrument."
"Okay..."
"Ah!" Ayame's eye's lit up. "It's a platinum warlock edition hot pink Gibson bass guitar! The only one of it's kind!" Ayame squealed happily, "Sai-sama! How much is this!?"
The clerk strode over and looked at the guitar. Then, out of nowhere he pulled out a binder and flipped through the pages, "The 1989 American made Platinum Warlock?"
Ayame nodded.
"$10,764.99." Toutousai read from the book, "But for you, Ayame? Ten thousand."
"I'll take it!" Ayame squealed happily.
The man nodded and took the guitar from its casing and put it on the counter. "Would you like the matching gig bag?"
Ayame nodded again and went back to looking at the instruments.
"I'm really glad you showed up when you did, Kagome."
"Really, why is that?"
"Solo jobs for us females in the rock industry usually don't last very long. I really didn't want to start a solo job," Ayame said.
"I see," Kagome said.
"About our band," Ayame whispered, "let's keep it on a quieter note, okay?"
Kagome nodded, "alright."
"We—err—they—uh—whatever—still need a drummer and a guitarist," Ayame said, "But maybe I could teach you to play the guitar!"
"The guitar!?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"I dunno, the thing looks complicated," Kagome stuttered.
"It's not that bad, just a few months and you'll have it down in no time!"
"O—okay..." Kagome nodded timidly.
Ayame picked out a few more bass guitars and a drum set before heading over to the guitar section.
"Now, we should get about three guitars, a shit load of picks—I can never hold on to those damn things—a guitar strap or two, extra strings, and an electric tuner," Ayame said.
"You play the guitar too!?" Kagome asked.
"I play the bass guitar, keyboards, guitar, drums, just about every other percussion instrument, and the violin and viola." Ayame said.
"You are really talented," Kagome said in awe.
"Nope, just musically inclined," she smiled. "Now, I have three friends who play drums—one is Naraku, shady character if you ask me, but he's pretty good at it. Second I have Kôga's cousin, Ginta, he's really fun to hang out with. And the third is Bankotsu, from my past band, he's so hot, but he's a bit bisexual,"
"That's okay," Kagome said.
"Right," Ayame nodded, "and as for first position on guitars, I got Kôga's other cousin, Hakkaku, that's it."
"So Hakkaku gets first position on guitar then?" Kagome asked.
"Well, we could hold tryouts," Ayame offered.
Kagome shook her head; "I want to surprise him at the concert!"
"Oh yeah, we wouldn't have enough time then, huh?"
Kagome nodded, "Hakkaku on guitar," she said.
"Got ya," Ayame said as she wrote it down in her planner. "I'll call the guys up tonight and we can practice. Now, for that guitar of yours..."
"Where will I keep all this stuff?" Kagome asked.
"Good question..." Ayame said, "just keep it with me, I'll hang on to it for you."
"Sango, its our day off! Could you lay off the vigorous guitar playing!?" Kôga pleaded.
"Practice makes perfect," Sango shrugged. "And besides, Inuyasha's not complaining."
"That's because all you two ever do is practice, practice, practice!" Miroku rolled his eyes.
"That's the reason why we're better than you!" Inuyasha smirked.
"You seem happy today," Kôga said.
"Well, that pop bitch ain't around singing her brains out, so I don't have to wear earplugs!" Inuyasha said.
"She's not a bitch, Inuyasha," Miroku said.
"I could've sworn she was a girl..." Kôga muttered.
"Not that kind of bitch, you damn wolf!" Inuyasha yelled.
"I know, I know, I'm kidding," Kôga rolled his eyes as he grabbed a soda from the mini-fridge.
"So what are we gonna do on our only day off of the month," Kôga asked Miroku.
"I dunno," Miroku responded.
"Are you serious!?" Sango asked.
"About what?" Kôga asked.
"This is our only day off of the month!?" She asked.
"Yeah," Miroku nodded.
"Ah, screw practice, I'm going to the Warehouse," she said quickly putting away her guitar and phoning her limousine driver.
"Can we come with you?" Miroku asked.
"Only if you guys wanna go clothes shopping with me, I'm sure my butler would love the extra arms," Sango replied.
"Ah—we'll stay behind then," Miroku said quickly, messaging his arms at the thought.
Sango sprinted out of the tour bus door with a quick, "goodbye," and soon, it was just the three boys.
"So," Kôga started after a silence (excluding Inuyasha's guitar playing), "what do you wanna do?" He asked Miroku.
"I dunno," Miroku shrugged, "what do you wanna do?"
There goes another chapter. The updates will be slower because school started two days ago, so shoot me. And for those of you who like prying into other people's lives—I finally lost at playing "hard-to-get" to Miroku's reincarnation (or at least what seems to be Miroku's reincarnation). Hmph. So now, I finally have my first boyfriend, bite me. His name is Tadashi (thats his real name, and he is the most persistent guy I've ever met; don't people give up after a year of trying to get a girl!?), and I won't see him for five fucking months because he goes to boarding school! Wow, my life is cursed. At least he won't be around to grab/stare at my ass and talk about how supposedly beautiful/sexy I am—which I am not. Just had to get that off of my chest... well, R&R.