(Hola, este cuento es fantástico. Propagó la noticia. Please? I'll be your slave, I'll be good. I promise, just tell someone!
Songs included/Changed into Conversations:
One Song Glory
Light My Candle
Again InuYasha is © Rumiko Takahashi and Rent is © to Jonathon Larson. Original Dialogue written by Jonathon Larson.)
InuYasha sighed, admitting defeat and put his as of now untunable guitar aside, he lowered his head, thinking about his past, why had Shippou talking about Kikyo make him feel so low?
"One song..." he started slowly. "Glory..." he closed his eyes slightly. "One song before I go... Glory, One song to leave behind." He stood and went towards the door slowly; he reached his hand hesitantly towards the handle before pulling it away. HE couldn't. He retracted his hand going back to his couch.
"Find one song, one last refrain, glory, from the pretty boy front man who wasted opportunity. One song, I- he had the world at his feet! Glory, in the eyes of a young girl. A young girl. Find glory, beyond the cheap colored lights, one song before the sun sets, on another empty life." InuYasha strode over to the door again, again unable to open it. He thought back to meeting Kikyo for the first time, he saw her from the stage at one of his shows, they smiled at each other and then they stayed in the club, just talking with each other until they were forced to go home. They were so happy.
"Time flies!" InuYasha corrected himself. "Time dies! Glory! One blaze of glory. One blaze of glory. Why? I need to find, Glory, in a song that rings true, with truth like a blazing fire. With eternal flame. Find, one song,"
He glanced unsurely at the floor where someone could be heard moving about. "A song about love, glory, from the soul of a young man. A young man. Find the one song..." He remembered Kikyo getting their drugs from a shady man named Onigumo. The needles they had gotten from him? Tainted. They gave Kikyo and InuYasha AIDS.
"Before the virus takes hold, Glory. Like a sunset," InuYasha looked at the door longingly. "One song, to redeem this empty life. Time flies." he looked down at his clothed arm where he had taken the drugs. "And then..." he started softly. "No need to endure anymore... Time dies..." InuYasha was interrupted by a sharp knock. He stood and went over to the door.
"What you forget Shippou?" He asked, before noticing the girl in front of him was not a short red haired green eyed man, but a curvy girl with long wavy black hair and haunting sad blue eyes.
"Got a light?" she asked holding up a stub of a candle, balls of wax had rolled down its side, On her shoulders a flimsy blanket. She walked past InuYasha into the loft as he fished for matches in his pocket. He found a pack and pulled it out before something registered.
"I know you!" his voice brightened. "You're..." he broke off, he never was good with names. "You're shivering."
"It's nothing, they turned off my heat. And I'm just a little weak on my feet." She looked at the candle stub in her hands. "Will you light my candle?" InuYasha straightened as he ripped a singular match from the little book. He struck it and lit the match. She smiled brightly until she noticed him staring sadly at her smile. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing!" he blushed slightly. "Your hair in the moonlight. You- You look familiar." he bent down and lit the candle, she started out of the loft but she stumbled, nearly dropping her candle. "Can you make it?"
"I just haven't eaten much today," she said looking down. "At least the room stopped spinning. Anyway..." InuYasha was staring again. "What?"
"Nothing!" he looked away. "Your smile reminded me of..."
"I always remind people of..." she stopped. "Who is she?"
"She died, her name was Kikyo." InuYasha said lowly, he looked at his feet awkwardly, giving the girl a chance to blow the candle out.
"It blew out again," InuYasha ripped another match from the matchbook. "Sorry about your friend. Would you light my candle?" InuYasha reached down again to light the candle, his lips mere inches from hers, he pulled away awkwardly.
"Well..." InuYasha started.
"Yeah..." the girl said looking down. "Ow!" she pulled her finger away from the candle.
"Oh the wax... InuYasha said taking a step forward and grabbing her finger, he smiled. "It's-"
"Dripping!" the girl said pulling his hand towards her breasts. "I like it between my-" his fingers dipped into her shirt and he immediately withdrew them.
"Fingers!" he finished for her. "I figured." he laughed sheepishly, turning away. The girl started out again. "Oh well, good night." She exited and InuYasha returned to his guitar. Suddenly, another knock. He opened the door. "It went out again?" He asked frowning.
"No! I think that I dropped my stash!" She said frowning deeply and pushing past him to get into the loft. She searched the ground with her eyes.
"I know I've seen you out and about, when I used to go out." He itched his chin before noticing her candle in truth having been blown out. "Your candle's out."
"I'm illin'! I had it when I walked in the door! It was pure! Is it on the floor?" The girl got on her hands and knees and began searching.
"The floor?" He watched her searching; she turned back to him and smirked.
"They say I have the best ass, below 14th street. Is it true?" She asked grinning.
"What!" InuYasha felt heat rushing to his face again.
"You're staring again!" the girl laughed slightly.
"Oh no!" he was stumbling over his words. She frowned, "I mean you do! Have a nice- I mean! You look familiar!"
"Like your dead girlfriend." She asked sitting up.
"Only when you smile!" He said frowning. "But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else"
"Do you go to the cat scratch club?" InuYasha nodded. "That's where I work. I dance."
"YES! They used to tie you up." InuYasha smirked.
"It's a living." She said resuming her search.
"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs." InuYasha said embarrassedly.
"We could light the candle," she sat up and held her candle out to him. "Oh won't you light the candle?" he bent by her and lit it again.
"Why don't you forget that stuff, you look like your sixteen!" InuYasha said standing.
"I'm nineteen but I'm old for my age. I'm just born to be bad!" She wrinkled her nose.
"I once was born to be bad." InuYasha started. "I used to shiver like that."
"I have no heat I told you!" she pouted.
"I used to sweat." he started again.
"I got a cold." she looked down.
"Uh-huh." he said in disbelief, "I used to be a junkie."
"But now and then I like to..." she broke off.
"Uh-huh?" InuYasha tried motivating her on.
"Feel good." she finished blushing slightly. InuYasha spotted her stash on the ground.
"Oh! Here it..." he broke off and frowned. He scooped the stash up and stuffed it into his back pocket.
"What's that?" she asked frowning.
"Candy Bar wrapper." he said laughing nervously.
"We could light the candle..." she said softly, standing and joining him. She looked away for a moment and InuYasha blew it out under his breath.
"What'd you do with my candle?" she asked pouting again.
"That was my last match." InuYasha said dropping the empty matchbook. InuYasha sat down on his couch in front of the table with his guitar on it.
"Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon." She went over to him, sitting on his lap.
"Maybe it's not the moon at all." InuYasha suggested. "I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street."
"Bah... Humbug, Bah humbug." she said crossing her arms for warmth. She put her hand down, just as InuYasha put his down. They touched.
"Cold hands." InuYasha commented.
"Yours too." She said working his fingers out. "Big. Like my fathers... You wanna dance?"
"With you?" InuYasha asked frowning.
"No!" she rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle. "With my father." She stood pulling him up.
"I'm InuYasha." he said blushing.
"They call me," she leaned up to him "They call me, Kagome!" She stuck a hand into his back pocket and pulled her stash out of it. She waved it in his face before strutting out of the loft. Leaving InuYasha speechless.
