Kagome opened the door to Sango's apartment, trying to be as quiet as she could. It was seven in the morning, much later than she had expected to be out with Inuyasha. She was sure she had circles under her eyes, and her hair was probably a mess, but all Kagome wanted to do was go to sleep for a few days. She smiled at the memory of the night, laughing with Inuyasha as they made their way from place to place, as each coffee shop, pizza place, or bar closed. Eventually they decided they needed to sleep before the police came searching for them.
"Sango!" Kagome heard her roommate's name shouted across the apartment. Suddenly a woman who was screaming in a language she didn't understand was beating Kagome with a magazine.
"Sango, help!" Kagome shouted, trying to doge the old woman's attacks. "Sango!"
"I'm sorry Kagome, Mutti didn't know who you were, that's all," Sango explained, pouring her friend a cup of coffee. The old woman had retreated to the stove, glancing back at Kagome with embarrassment.
"It's okay," Kagome said. "Did you tell her she's forgiven?" She looked over at the woman bent over the stove, cooking up a storm. She was round and looked like she was soft in a hug. But "soft" was not how Kagome would have described her when they first met.
"What is she making?" Kagome asked. She sniffed the air, weary of the odor of cabbage and meat of some kind.
"Some German dish," Sango said. "That's what she was yelling at you in, German. That's my mother's side of the family. Have you ever seen Germany, Kagome? The Frankfurt train station is gorgeous, and-"
"Sango! Du hilfst mir mit Abendessen, bitte," the mother called from the kitchen. Sango rolled her eyes.
"She wants me to help with dinner, excuse me." Sango went to her mother's side. "Muti, Was muss ich machen?"
Kagome watched mother and daughter work side by side. Sango smiled at her mother. The older woman, who seemed so cold at first, smiled back and spoke in such a soft tone. The German language was suddenly so beautiful. Kagome had always thought it sounded loud and bossy, from hearing on television, but it was suddenly a language that meant something.
Kagome wondered what they were saying as she went to her room. She picked up the phone and dialed a number that she realized she needed to look up. She suddenly knew that she didn't dial that number nearly as often as she should have.
"Hello? Hi Mommy, I'm fine…how are you?"
Inuyasha groaned as sunlight assaulted his eyes. He sat up and fell onto the floor, yelping at the cold hardwood.
"Wakey, Wakey!" Miroku cheered, open the blinds on a few more windows. Inuyasha snarled. He looked up the man who was laughing.
"What the fuck are you dressed up for?" Inuyasha asked. Miroku turned around, revealing the pressed white shirt and tie. Inuyasha started laughing, but Miroku ignored him and began to hum Baa-Baa-Black Sheep. "What the hell's gotten…holy shit, you have to visit with Sango's family today, don't you?"
Miroku stopped throwing dirty dishes in to sink in the kitchen. "Oh no, just her mother," he said, and resumed his song.
"That's the worst of the lot!" Inuyasha howled. He would have fallen of the bed in laughter if he hadn't fallen when he first woke up.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, why don't you just shut up and put some pants on? God, I've seen too many of my friends naked lately."
Sango sighed as the door to her mother's room shut. She sank down into the sofa next to Kagome who couldn't help but giggle. Miroku was scowling in a chair, holding an ice pack on his head. They were silent for a few moments until they all heard a snore resonate from the older woman.
"Dear God," Miroku groaned. Sango went over and sat on his lap.
"Has the swelling gone down at all?" she asked, moving the ice pack. She grimaced and placed it back.
"I guess that's a no," Kagome said. "Your mom has a pretty good arm, Sango." She began giggling out loud. Even an idiot could tell that Mrs. Huruka didn't like Miroku. But to her surprise, Miroku had kept his hands to himself for most of the night. It was when he thought Mrs. Huruka wasn't looking that he pinched Sango's butt.
He never saw that apple coming. Or that glass. Or that toaster.
"Well, I'm leaving," Miroku said. Sango stood up and kissed him. Kagome left to go to her room, giving the couple some privacy. She closed the door, and looked out the large windows, loving Manhattan at night. She gazed out at the stars and sighed, before squinting. In the very corner of the sky, tucked away like a little girl's secret, was a shooting star.
Kagome made the wish she had been dreaming of since she fell head over feet.
She wished her feelings away.
Inuyasha went over the chords, wanting to make everything in his new song sound just right.
"And you'll be amazed at the secrets I keep. You'll be amazed at my mouth full of lies," he sang, "But I'm too afraid to come clean, cause my life's the flame in a house of cards."
He scribbled out the words on the page, only to rewrite them. He'd been working on the song for only an hour, but it was already becoming a burden. He tossed a pillow across the room, trying to rid his mind of its frustrations. He looked back to when writing was simple, without the pressure of record sales. Back to when it was just Miroku, Sango, and he. He remembered back to before he met Sango, when Billy was their drummer, before the cancer.
Cancer…
Inuyasha thought back to Billy Rodgers, back to when things were simple, before he died.
But that cancer plagued his thoughts…
"Here's to you, Billy," his whispered in the night, picking up a fresh notepad and a dull pencil.
Duckgirl566: Ich liebe reviews!!
Ducky alter ego: You're just looking for reasons to show off, aren't you???
Duckgirl566: Ich schreibe Deutsch nicht gut. I mag Deutsch sprechen!!!!!!
Ducky alter ego: Basically, she loves reviews. She doesn't write in German well, but she likes to speak it. The goal is to write an entire fanfic in German.
Duckgirl566: Ich muss viel Deutsch lernen!!!
Ducky alter ego: She must learn a lot of German. Anyway, if anyone is fluent in German, don't be offended is she screws up. And don't count on 100 perfect spelling. Microsoft Word doesn't check German grammar. And since their is no magic online translator, she is armed only with two year sin the U.S. public school system. God help us.
Some translations:
Mutti or Mutti
Mommy. I'll check the spelling and change things later.
Du hilfst mir mit Abendessen, bitte.
You help me with dinner, please.
Muti, Was muss ich machen?
Mommy, what must I do?