The Library

By Anonymous Malink

Disclaimer, I do no own any Inuyasha like subjects in copyrighted form.

Part Five – The Play Begins

A.N. / Alright, yes Inu is OoC by a long shot, but I have planned something called a mind-shifter which is going to drastically turn Inu into Inuyasha. /

The days went by fast after that… as his parents accepted his idealities of getting an A… a. But seriously this chapter is going to be a turning point, other than the catchy and clever 'pun'ctual Part names, this story is going down the drain.

From Part… Seven to about part eleven not a lot of good stuff is going to happen. A seriously depressing mind-shifting thing is about to happen… but you won't know what happened until it hits you in the face. And when it does… it's going to hurt.

Now it was

So I threw together this chapter, which is going to be hopefully funny, and yet plot relevant. I did not just stick my hand in a hat and pull out an idea… it's doesn't 'normally' work that way. Normally that is. But let's continue shall we. Let's clear out minds together of anything negative, as this is going to be a fun experience… for me to type, and you to learn.

Now every year, as participation in Sengoku's Theatre Arts is slim, the students are given the opportunity to perform in a play from Europe, or America, or anywhere else, just not Japan. That way, the kids would not bore so easily. Now this year, they needed something extravagant. The previous year they had performed Phantom of the Opera, so this year, in the famous Andrew Lloyd Weber's steps, they decided to do… Les Miserables.

This was the first time they had to have performed this play in public, so… they had to make this spectacular. Inuyasha was a theatre arts kinda guy as well… and he would work for Javert.

Inuyasha was prepared solemnly with Javert. He had rehearsed it a lot, along with his second choice ValJean, and third Thernardier, barely Thernardier.

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Inuyasha and InuTaisho were driving to school after Inuyasha awoke later than normal and took a 'cold' shower sans the ability for a hot one. He was tired… no, wait, nearly fading… unconscious.

As soon as they parked, Inuyasha grabbed the handle, opened the door, and collapsed outside. His head hit the cement hard and his father thought immediately internal bleeding was inherent at this moment. Then, the most irritating noise flew into his ears. His dad's voice… talking to someone. Who was that someone, making it THAT annoying? It was none other than Kagome Higurashi.

"Hey Kagome," He heard his father say. He literally picked up his head and slammed it further into the cement. Not now, nor ever would he want Kagome to see him on the ground.

"Hello Mr. Inutaisho, where's Inuya-… oh dear." At that point it was undeniable that Kagome had seen him. Why other had there been an 'oh dear' in the sentence? The position on the floor was undeniably the most awkward thing she's seen him like… scratch that, there was that rainy afternoon…

"Sorry, my son is… tired?"

"Yes," grumbled Inu sarcastically. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and then stood. He rubbed his eyes as Kagome shook her head.

"What am I going to do with you," she said mockingly as she began to walk across the field to the school. Inuyasha rubbed his shoulders as he took his backpack and followed after Kagome, while Inutaisho gathered his things.

This day would play out very interestingly to say the least. Try-outs for the play were at lunch, and after school. Less than a tenth of the cast would try out at lunch, so Yasha aimed for that time as he did every year. Of course, before try-outs though, there were a lot of school-run activities… like orchestra and band practice.

This took place directly before the period before lunch. As many are aware, Inu played the guitar…. Errr, Saxophone. He sat next to the guitar player. Most of the time they were playing the same thing so, it's easy to confuse, oh whatever. Now to play the Sax properly, you need to have an amp, an amplifier. This was fun to set up, but also dangerous, Inu would learn that today.

This was an all high-school band, and you can only guess which eleventh grader played the guitar and sat next to him… the one, the only, Koga Higurashi. This period was silent between them, as the music teacher was one to hold back everything until he burst, and you never wanted to be 'bursted' upon.

"Hello students," Masuto said. "Please pull out Nabucco…"

The orchestra/band played perfectly to the very end. This is when the outburst between Koga and Inu usually began anyway. When everyone was packing and leaving Koga and Inu were at it, somehow quite casually.

"I hope you fail my father's class," Inuyasha muttered, placing his saxophone next to the amp, preparing to turn the amp off.

"If I do I'll just tell Kagome how-"

"Shut up."

"I wonder how she will react."

"Shut up!"

"Maybe I'll test it!"

"Shut up!"

Inuyasha picked up his Sax in fury, and without turning the amp off he pulled the cord out of the electrical socket in the amp and…

Boom!

Hiss!

"CRAP!"

"SHIT!"

The amp erupted into smoke, lighting not only it in flames but the clothes both Inuyasha and Koga were wearing at the time. Masuto saw this coming and grabbed the fire extinguisher that was leaning in a corner in case of something like this happening, and extinguished the arguing teens' fires. Inuyasha now wore a shirt with no left sleeve and the bottom of his left pant leg missing, while Koga sported a brand new style called exposed neck and no shoes.

Lunch came quickly after this, following science, and as a result of the Music room mishap he was late because of talking to a teacher about why he was late from music because he set an amp and an eleventh grader on fire… phew that was hard to say in one breath.

The theatre teacher was an older woman named Asuka, who dabbled not only in theatre arts but in music arts. She was a very straightforward woman who either liked it, or not.

Inuyasha ran into the theatre which was a very large assembly room with 'movie' chairs in five aisles, with a stage in the center. This was while in the middle of the act by a fellow tenth grader, trying out for Jean-Valjean. Asuka, very straightforwardly… said no.

He sat in the audience as the performers would do. He waited, and waited, until he heard a name he recognized. "Kagome," shrieked Asuka. "Kagome Higurashi, auditioning for… Eponine." He immediately looked up and saw Kagome ready on the stage as she began to perform her roll.

It was now, that Inuyasha noticed in full blast how beautiful her voice was. How stunning her pitches hit. How dazzling her eyes sparkled. It hit him so fast it wasn't funny.

She was good. (Nope, not yet)

Inuyasha enjoyed her solo, and when it was time for him to perform, he seriously considered being Marius, but it was too late. He had rehearsed Javert to the ends of the earth, and he would be Javert. "Inuyasha!" He perked his ears up further. "Inuyasha as… Thernardier!"

He was hit harder than Kagome as he tripped on a step and tumbled down the audience aisle stairs. Without a hassle he got back up, steadying his head, hair, and body, and walked casually up to Asuka. "Umm Ms. Asuka," he asked. She looked up and nodded. "I was supposed to be trying out for… Javert."

"No, you are trying out as Thernardier."

"But Ms."

"You are trying out as Thernardier or no roll… or maybe you'd like Enjolras?"

"Errr.."

"I though so much."

Inuyasha performed his very irritated 'Master of the House' without a problem, getting a congrats from both Kagome and Asuka. He still didn't care… he wanted Javert.

Sesshoumaru sat sullenly staring at his computer, and the report on Miroku he was due to write for himself. He had accomplished Miroku's goals, why he was there, and the fact he was a lecher, but now he had a more important issue. Who was Miroku Houshi? He was a Wedding Planner, but who was he? He was incompetent… who was he? He was irritating, irritable, irreparable, irresponsible, intoxicated… who was he?

His paper was already seventeen pages long, all stretching lecher to a thin strip, but he wanted to know what made Miroku want to come to see him. Lechery is not a problem that can be solved by a Psychologist. It's a command and urge sent through your body that is irreparable. It needs to be solved by the source. Miroku Houshi was… unique.

Who was he?

"Damnit!" He slammed his head into the keyboard. "Unique…"

Sesshoumaru was only killing himself because Rin went to Tokyo to gather the rest of her belongings to take with her to Sesshoumaru's apartment, to finally move in with him. It was 'killing' him having her so far for such a long time, it had been three days. That was quite long.

Sesshoumaru looked out the window. It was sunny. A bit windy. Few clouds… darker as they came closer… it would rain.

Then he heard a doorbell. A ring. He slowly gathered himself, raising from his seat and straightening. Who could it be? He had no appointment did he? The doorbell rang again so he had no time to check his planner. He quickly shuffled to the door and opened… seeing Miroku at the door.

"I'm here to see you about the wedding again my dear friend."

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in no particular emotion, just bringing the planner inside and offering him the living room. He wiped his face as he sat down in front of the perverted man.

"So," he began anxiously. "How are you feeling about the date?"

"Fine."

"Good, how about the place."

"Fine."

"Excellent, now all we need to do, is notify people abou-"

"Done."

"Wow, you are good." Miroku scratched his head. "Well just out of curiosity how many people are… coming? Approximately, just guess."

Sesshoumaru thought a moment. "Perhaps… in the high forties. Not that many."

"Interesting." Miroku brushed off his lap and sighed, leaning back. "I think, my friend, we have a party… oh and, does Inuyasha know his cue…"

Sesshoumaru stiffened. "Sure…"

"He does not."

The doorbell rang again. Sesshoumaru made sure to avoid another awkward conversation with Miroku by using it as an excuse to get up. He walked to the door and opened it, seeing Sango standing there.

Then it hit him. She was scheduled for an appointment at that time. Damn! Sesshoumaru rubbed his temples as he beckoned Sango the living room.

But it was strange and awkward when…

"Miroku!"

… Yah…

"Sango what are you doing here right now, me and Sesshoumaru were in the middle of a very… personal conversation."

"Yah well I'm paying for my personal conversation so get out!"

"Wait!" Sesshoumaru's voice halted everything. "I need to finish something, so today's therapy involves you," he pointed at Sango "Talking to you," he pointed at Miroku. "You have one hour, begin."

"Hold the phone," Miroku said as Sess was walking away. "Why am I doing this?"

"Because I paid for this time anyway," Sesshoumaru said shrugging as he walked into his study.

He walked as if he would go to the study but turned into the kitchen where he could hear their conversation.

Miroku spoke first; "So what's up."

"I'd rather not talk to you."

"Aww Sango you're no fun."

"Shut up."

"We were told to talk to each other."

"So."

"So we should talk as we are now."

"I guess."

He was persistent, maybe to persistent. This was never a good sign; Sesshoumaru pulled a notepad out of his pocket and jotted a few things down. 'Persistence.'

"So what's up?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes."

"Oh come on."

"Fine, I'm really tired."

"Why are you so tired?"

"I work late."

"Riiiight."

"Seriously."

"I didn't doubt that."

"Then what did you doubt?"

"That you are tired."

He's irritating too. 'Persistence, irritating.' Not a good combo.

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Positive."

"Yes."

"Alright."

"Wha- wait. You said alright."

"Yes."

"Why did you say alright?"

"Because you were getting uncomfortable."

He was also quite charming, in his own way. He could hear how Sango was beginning to choke up as she heard the elusive alright from the irritating, persistent Miroku.

'Charming.'

That meant one thing.

He didn't need to listen to that conversation anymore, he already knew what would happen, and he was glad for it. He walked back into the study and knew exactly who Miroku was. He was a man. A normal man. He deserved no therapy; he was plainly and simply, a man.

He sighed contently typing his findings.

When the hour was over Sango and Miroku began to walk out simultaneously when Sesshoumaru stopped them. "Wait," he said as he did before. He reached out and took both of their hands… slowly, folding, each, upon, each other's. "Now…"

They didn't pull away, in fact they smiled… Both blushed and Sesshoumaru nodded in approval, which was indeed a rare occasion, as he watched the two depart hand in hand… he learned a valuable thing…

Psychology was only good for one thing… love…

A.N. Another note, P+P should be arriving when i post about Part 17. that should be a long enjoyable wait. I predict around july or august. Oh and i wrote more than half of this maybe five minutes before i posted it, so it may be buggy.

Next Time: Part Six - Homeless, Jobless, Freeloading, Guys