Chapter 8: Battle and Wiggars
How to describe a battle of the bands? Simple. Moshing, jumping around, yelling and laughing. It was great. My friends and I and the loathsome Kikyo were in the mosh pit together. These were local bands, and they were sooooo excellent. I absolutely adored this one emo band. They were absolutely amazing. But all good things come to and end, and it was time for a different band to come on stage.
I looked up at the stage to watch the new band step on with their guitars in hand. One guy walked over to the drum set, while the other dudes stood in their desired positions. I had to look at least five times at the one guy who looked familiar, but I couldn't place him (and because some snobby person I never liked from the beginning has a rather large head and won't stop moving was in my fucking way!).
The band started playing and I loved the sound of them. It had a nice smooth, yet, hardcore beginning and slowly developed itself into a loud pleasurable beat. Just like I like it.
I watched and jumped along to the energetic rhythm they played with Sango and a few other friends I had. As I watched I couldn't keep my eyes off that one guy. It was kind of hard to see his face clearly while I jumped and when he was rocking away.
The song ended and things went a little slower. One of the band members (the lead singer/screamer) announced in his mic that one of the guys was going to perform a solo with his acoustic guitar. When the boy sat down in his chair (setting his guitar in his lap) he was right in front of me (I've managed to get the front view).
His eyes found my frame and suddenly he lost his beautiful smile as he stared down at me.
I couldn't believe it.
"Metallica" hat and short hair that covered only one eye. This was the boy I met on Monday! And he was staring at me again!
Then suddenly he smiled, and my heart dropped. His smile was amazing. He turned his gaze downward as he started his solo.
He played one of my favorite songs. "Rain" by Breaking Benjamin. He played it so sweetly. My head nodded to the beat, slowly. And then I didn't notice I was singing along with it until his eyes darted up as he sang, to stare at me. Right when he hit the lyric "is it you I want?" which isn't as creepy as it should be. Because I smiled when he turned his gaze down again, obviously closing his eyes in concentration.
I grinned at how wonderfully he played it. I suddenly had the urge to want to be with him, not in a romantic way. But just to sit with him in the rain. I don't know what the feeling is, and it scared me a little bit.
The song stopped and everybody applauded, I was so spaced out I didn't even remember to clap but I started to clap just in time.
He stood up and (with a smile of satisfaction) started walking away. He didn't look back at me however but I didn't mind because I was already headed for the back door (which was at the back of the stage, I know, my school is retardedly built).
I pushed the door open and was about five feet away when someone grabbed my arm, making me turn around with curiosity burning in my eyes. Then I realized that it was Inuyasha.
I blinked.
"Hey, you helped my mother with her groceries the other day right?"
I couldn't speak, so I smiled instead.
"I didn't get to thank you for that." He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. I smirked, "Was staring at me more important?" I asked mischievously, watching him blush. I giggled at his reaction, "it's alright," I started with slow laughter, "you're mother already said it. Besides I was glad to help, considering I was the one who helped her drop them." I said, taking my turn to scratch the back of my head as I grinned in the laughter we both were in.
"I've never seen you around here. You live anywhere close?" He asked, shocking me out of my grin. My eyebrow arched upwards slightly at the question.
"Well since this is my school my bus comes all the way from Kyoto." I said sarcastically. I soon realized that it was a mistake to joke like that; it probably would have hurt him. But surprisingly he gave a charming smirk. I blushed and brought my hand up to hide my face slightly. Oddly he laughed, "That's too bad, I would like to see you around more often here in Tokyo, there aren't many girls like you around." He told me. I would have blushed more but I heard the sarcastic rhythm in his voice. You could always tell someone's sarcasticness when you have your own, it's just nature. I smiled.
"Gee man, I heard there were a lot of snobby preps around here, but I never thought it was that bad." That hit the spot. He laughed so hard it was like a volcano erupted on the spotlight. I laughed too, but only a little bit since I was use to my own jokes, and plus, I wanted to watch him laugh. He was so cute!
When I'm bashful, I usually bring my hands up to hold the back of my jeans and I would often give a silly smile. That was how I stood at the moment. He grinned down at me in an admiration no one gave me, except for my father. But this one was different. I returned the favor and grinned back up, never moving my hands from the back of my jeans.
"Inuyasha!" We heard a faint voice yell out. I looked around Inuyasha's body when he turned his head to see who wanted him. Suddenly Inuyasha caught something with his hand. It didn't look like he had any idea something would be thrown at him, but his fast reflexes caught it in the nick of time. He turned back around and faced me, but was looking down at the object in his hands.
"Give that to you're little girlfriend over there! Maybe you'll keep her this time!" The guy said, laughing along with the others. They were from Inuyasha's band. I looked down at the object in his hands and blushed. He held a delicate black rose. I looked up at Inuyasha, and saw that he turned his gaze to me almost at once. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. And then we started laughing.
He stopped laughing before I did and looked at the rose in his hand. "Here." He said as he held out his hand to me. I stared up at him with a joking smile. I took it and was surprised when he grabbed my hand shortly after, before I could bring it back to my body. A blush crept upon my face as I watched his eyes changes emotions, one after the other. Then suddenly he moved away, and let go of my hand as he walked back to his band, still not turning around.
He gave a little wave as he turned around to greet his buddies playfully punching them. I always thought it was wonderful how guys bonded, girls always bond so cheesy. But fortunately Sango and I don't have that kind of relationship. If you think about it; her and I are like guys ourselves.
Speak of the devil, Sango was there by my side and I didn't even notice her until she started shaking me from the vision of Inuyasha.
"Oi, Kagome, snap out of it!" She said to me. I looked at her and laughed.
"Would you stop shaking me? I'm awake, what do you want?" I asked her.
"C'mon, we're going to Timmy's. I'd like to get my Kagome back before I loose her to her lover boy over there." She said as she pulled on my arm, laughing as she made fun of me. I smirked and ran after her, "Yeah, well at least I'm not making out with him 24/7."
We laughed our way to Timmy's. Not Tim Horton's. People these days call it Timmy's. But our Timmy's is a local diner, where we can hang out and get big Sunday's or whatever for cheap. Me, Sango and Miroku often come here along with other "rebellious" kids. A lot of biker kids come here, and we get along with them great. But Sango, Miroku and I aren't really rebellious kids. We mainly like the style. But we're just odd kids who'll joke around and goof off; releasing ourselves of any stress that may have recently occurred.
Miroku and Sango sat on the opposite side of the booth than me, and I shared the other side with no body. It use to be me and Sango, and Miroku would be the loner. But since they're dating now, it's to be expected. And I was happy for them. I've been waiting for what feels like years for this to happen.
"So, are you planning on having children anytime soon?" I said as casually as I ever am as I took a sip of my large Sunday. If Sango were sitting beside me at the moment, I'd probably be getting a million hard slaps to the arm by now; which hurt, coming from Sango. But apparently I hit just as hard as she does, so I could get her back… eventually. That is, if I ever recover from the injuries she put me under.
The reaction I got shocked me though. They both stared me down like they were about to beat me to a bloody pulp. I shot my hands up in defense and made a face like a robber caught in the act would. "Have mercy." I said in a voice that sounded like it was about to crack into sobs.
Miroku and Sango burst out laughing. Those morons, playing a trick like that on me. I kicked Miroku from under the table, earning a yelp of surprise and hurt from him, but never faltering their laughter.
"You do realize you pissed your pants, right?" I told him as I took another sip of my Sunday. Miroku use to piss his pants when he laughed really hard. I'm the only one who knows this however, and I like to use it against him. But they just kept giggling in each others arms. I soon ignored them and giggled at how weird they are for still laughing.
"You're so retarded."
"We know." They said in unison weakly as they still laughed. I shook my head at them and went for another sip to hear the door bell chime. I looked up out of habit and stopped in mid strife. My mouth was wide open, hovering over the straw as I watched Inuyasha walk up to the bar with his buddies. He never noticed me though, for he was looking the other way, which I was thankful for.
I pulled myself together, shook my head and went for the sip I was distracted from; only to see the two people I was sitting with looking down at me with satisfied smirks. They knew that I knew they knew why I acted this way just now, because they saw him too. I shrugged and kept drinking.
"I've never seen you gawk at a boy before, Kagome, why the sudden change of heart?" Sango asked me, still in Miroku's arms.
"Because the young girl's in heat." Miroku said in his usual attempt to be perverted, earning himself a large bruise on his arm by Sango, and a nice bump on his leg by me. I was actually aiming for something else, but since he knew me well he's getting better at blocking it.
Suddenly something fell on the table in front of me. It was a ticket to a concert I think. I looked up to a boy standing beside me, he was smirking his evil and famous smirk. I knew who he was, and frankly, I didn't want to even look at him. I gave him an odd glare and looked back down at the ticket.
"I had an extra ticket to snoop-dogs concert, and thought I'd give it to you, Kagome." Naraku said as he grinned at me. I hated the way my name came from his lips. It was so disgusting I wanted to throw up…on his face. I sighed as I looked at Sango and Miroku who were glaring up at him. "Should I do it guys?" I asked them, making them turn their heads at me with questioning glares, silently asking me if I was serious.
It doesn't usually take them this long to figure out my silent plot, but eventually they caught on and Miroku started first, "Well, considering you don't like rap, or the fo-shizzle snoop dawg these gangstas love these days, I would have to rate on a scale from one to ten, one being the highest I would say…ten." He said with his arm spread across Sango's shoulder comfortably as he stared up at Naraku with a satisfied smirk.
I looked over to Sango casually, "Sango?"
She hissed as if it would hurt to say what she'd say next, "I hate to say this, but since we're all low-lives to the rest of the population and don't even like this so called snoop dawg, I must say I have friends who do," She paused as she leaned in toward the table and snatched the ticket, "So I hope you don't mind I take this extra ticket to them."
Sango and I both knew we didn't know a soul who like the dude, and that she'd rip them up later on that day, just for spite.
And it was priceless to see this guy's expression just now. He glared at Sango as if he was planning he'd get his gang on her ass this very instant, but that never happened with the invincible Naraku.
Naraku looked from her to me and his expression completely changed. He suddenly slid into the booth and put his arm around me with a smirk. I was so surprised I was surprised I had time to look disgusted and put my hands up against his chest defensively. Sango and Miroku jumped in their spots at the action, waiting for anything else he'd do to earn him an angry Sango and Miroku to pull him away.
"You like me, I know you do." He whispered to me, his breath the most horrid smell I've ever smelt in my entire life.
"Ugh, you're fucking sick!" I yelled, loud enough for everyone in the diner to hear, but he got closer.
"You want me to take your virginity," he said, smirking. My jaw dropped as I stared up at him. My expression completely changed and I was fuming with an anger I've never felt before. And suddenly my fist hurt really badly, but I didn't realize why until I saw Naraku on the ground holding his bloody nose. I stood over his body and felt the powerful urge to kick him to a bloody pulp, but I controlled it.
"Don't you ever fucking insult me like that again." I said as I gathered spit in my mouth, but instead had a better idea and horked a lugy and spat it out on his ugly face. After that I walked out, giving Gary, the cashier and our server and friend the money we owed him for the drinks as Sango, Miroku and I walked out.