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Slay the Music
Scene Eighteen: Tape Me to the Wall and Hope for Dead
"Interviews! Interviews! Interviews! Why the hell does everyone want to interview me!?" Sango yelled as she threw the loads of letter offers over her shoulder and let her head fall to the table.
"Good morning, Sango-chan, bright as always I see," Miroku said walking in with his coffee.
"And I see your as mad as ever," Sango turned her head to look at him.
He picked up one of the letters and read it aloud, "Dear Miss Sango, We, the people of Korean News Weekly... doesn't that sound important... would like to offer an interview opportunity on the date of... blah, blah... dum, dee, dum... to discuss your tour... la, la, la... If you agree, we would also like to request a photo shoot. Are you taking the offer?"
"Let's see... I tossed the letter over my shoulder and on to the ground..."
"I'm just kidding, reporters are really annoying," Miroku sat across the table from Sango sipping his coffee.
"So says Mr. Anti-Publicist," Sango said.
Miroku smiled as he took another drink of coffee.
"So, are the 'Clouds' out there rehearsing still?" Sango asked.
"Yeah, Kôga and Inuyasha are up next," Miroku said. "They're getting some photographer in here at nine."
"Fun, fun," Sango groaned as she hid her face in her arms.
"Yeah, you get to be Ms. Porcelain-Doll again," Miroku took another drink.
"You say that like I've only done it once. And look at your stage character; he's like some crazy psycho innocent person. It doesn't work out."
"You say that like him and me are two different persons," Miroku suggested.
"You basically are," Sango said looking back at him.
"You seem tired," Miroku tilted his head.
"I am," Sango buried her head again.
"Go sleep," Miroku shrugged.
"I can't," Sango glared at him.
"Why not?"
"This place gives me the creeps," Sango said.
"Does it really?"
"Yeah, remember what happened here—oh about last year?"
Miroku's eye's narrowed, "you just had to bring that one up didn't you..."
"Of course." Sango said closing her eyes.
"Aya!" Kagome yelled as she walked onto the stage. "Aya!"
"She's over there," Ginta pointed to the wide-eyed panting Ayame.
"Uh—what happened to you?"
"That... BASTARD... he—he's such a fucker!" Ayame breathed out.
Kagome looked up to where Ayame's finger was pointing to find a smirking Kôga on the rafters of the hall. "Oh." She said bluntly.
"Anyway," Ayame said looking at Kagome, "what did you need me for?" She asked as they walked off stage.
"Well, you know—" Kagome started, "you know how me and Inuyasha are pretending to be engaged?"
Ayame nodded as she took a drink from a water fountain.
"I—I don't want to pretend anymore."
"So break up with him at the concert," Ayame said.
"No, Aya, I don't want to pretend."
"Oh..." Ayame looked at Kagome, "that's going to throw him one, ne?"
"What do I do, Aya? The guy hates me, I know it!"
"So he's a bit anti-social..." Ayame shrugged.
"Ayame-kun, you're not helping me," Kagome furrowed her eyebrows.
"You are too cute," Ayame giggled.
"What the hell do I do, Aya-chan? What!? What!? What?!!" Kagome yelled.
"I don't know!" Ayame yelled back.
Kagome sighed and leaned back against the wall.
"He may not hate you as much as you think," Ayame shrugged.
"And how would you know?"
"Kagome and 'Yasha-kun, sitting in a tree!" Ayame sang in English.
"That was a long time ago!"
"Two weeks at the most," Ayame shrugged, "And it doesn't matter how long ago it was, the fact doesn't change, you still played with Inuyasha on our couch that night and you two liked it."
"And you know this how?"
"I saw it with me own eyes!"
"Aya! You were half-drunk!"
"And half-sober," Ayame pointed out.
"That doesn't make a difference," Kagome glared at her band mate.
"Yes it does, had I been all drunk, the memory would have twisted and Inuyasha might've had boobs!"
"That's comforting," Kagome said sarcastically.
"I know, ain't it?" Ayame shrugged.
"I still don't know what to do!" Kagome sighed in exasperation.
"Throw him a curve ball," Ayame shrugged.
"What!?"
"Play la prostitute," Ayame grinned.
"You want me to have sex with—!"
"Hey, Inuyasha," Ayame waved as Kagome instantly cut of her sentence.
"You two 'planning some sort of lesbian orgy?"
Ayame grinned. Kagome glared at her, "of course not!"
"Whatever," Inuyasha shrugged making his way to the stage.
As soon as he was out of earshot Ayame burst out laughing.
"What's so funny!?" Kagome yelled.
"Kagome was staring at his ASS!"
"Was not!"
"Me sawed it!" Ayame giggled.
"Aya!"
"How did it begin?" Miroku asked as he looked at the sleep-depraved Sango.
"It started with Sesshômaru... Last year, 2034, at the yakusoku LIVE Korean concert. We had just broken up, remember?"
Miroku nodded quietly.
"Inuyasha was singing 'Ashita', Du:plicate's one and only ballad at the time. The power went out... there was a gunshot. The rafter broke.Fans screamed.Fans died. They never caught the guy who did it. I think he's the same one who's after us now."
"You mean—"
"Naraku."
End Chapter.
Sorry again, I can't keep a schedule. This week was heavy with work and emotional drama though, so I wasn't able to think correctly. At least I got this chapter out. Maybe the next chapter will be happier? Or with it bring more angst? Read and Review.