Disclaimer: I have said it for I don't know how long now – I don't frigging own it! Geez! That meaning I do not own Inuyasha, in any way shape or form no matter how many witch doctors or voodoo ladies I ask to make it so.
Reason for delay of over two years is written in the A/N below.
Wake Me Up
Chapter Seventeen: Last Track
Shippo clutched his chest. Every time he did it, he swore he would never do it again, yet some force in the universe always forced him to climb back into Sesshomaru's car. Shippo swallowed down mass amounts of air in a sad attempt to reclaim a sense of calm in his body. Sesshomaru looked at him and chuckled.
"Are you still scared to ride with me, kit?" He asked tauntingly. Shippo glared at him. A thousand thoughts of lightning falling from the sky and striking the demon lord down crossed his thoughts in a last plea for his optimism and sanity.
"What do you think?" Shippo ground out fiercely in between gulps of air. He sad down on the couch in front of the television, trying to breathe as the woman on the news prattled on about a death of someone by some obviously twisted means.
Sesshomaru stood up and looked around, searching for something that seemed to have startled the demon. His amber eyes narrowed in a vehement stare, shaking Shippo even further down into the core. "INUYASHA! You better not still be in this house! We have a concert tonight and I don't need you mucking it up by being late!"
Down in the basement, Inuyasha rolled over onto his back, the water in his bed heaving and hawing in every direction after the move. The hanyou merely raised one hand and gave his elder brother a certain finger that he knew that Sesshomaru could not see, but it made him feel better none the less.
"I don't need you mucking it up, Sesshomaru. After tonight, I'm gonna be me again and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.. or for it. Jackass." Inuyasha whispered, knowing his brother's agitation levels were already high on concert nights, smart remarks tended to break out into fights.
It had taken several times, more times than Miroku could keep up with before Kagome finally got a handle on the song they would be singing that night.
"This should be interesting." The monk murmured to himself.
Indeed, it would be a show for the gods.
A/N: Extremely short I know, but I had to put up something to justify this note. In the last chapter, posted in 2005, I stated the doctors thought my mom had lung cancer. Well it turns out they were right. The reason I haven't been on here doing anything is because for the last two years I have been trying to help take care of my mom (who has had lung cancer, cancer of the stomache, kidneys, liver and two brain tumors) during her time of need. Also during all this, I got my own place and tried to split my time between work, college and my mom. It didn't work. Sadly, I have to move back home and just work my butt off to pay back my mom the enormous debt I owe her for helping me out when I needed it and to pay for my living expenses at UCF where I am attempting to get accepted. I will begin posting regularly, every weekend again as soon as next weekend, actually. This chapter will most likely be taken down and replaced with the real chapter 17 and the epilogue after word. I know I have lost many fans over the course of the last two years and that saddens me, but alas, my family comes first. I'm sorry. Please enjoy the ending to the story as well as my new stories I will be posting and the complete revamp I intend to do to this story. Thank you.
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