Disclaimer: I do not , in any way, shape, or form own inuyasha.
Summary : Kagome and Inuyasha has to go on a road trip to bring Kagome's mom her car from Tokyo to Osaka, but what had been intended to be a 6 hour drive turned into a 1 and a half week expedition across Japan.
* This chapter is pretty much here for one purpose and that is to introduce the characters. It is also intended to give you a sense of the character's personality. So it might seem slow but just stick with it & I promise it will get better! I got so much ideas for this story!
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It was near late afternoon, the sun was high over the beautiful skyline, birds are chirping their wonderful song, there was a nice cool breeze in the sky along with a delicious array of aromas swirling about the air, coming from the little café down the incredibly busy street of downtown Tokyo…
"Kagome! Customer!" yelled a miniature bald man from the back of the employee's only door.
"Got it!" replied a young lady, rushing over and taking her place at the cashier counter, "what can I get you today sir?"
"Give me a medium ice coffee frappachino, extra whip crème and I'll try a blueberry muffin please."
"Of course, right away…and your total is 530 yen."
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Meet Kagome:
Age:19
-Lives in a fabulous, small but cozy, apartment on the outskirts of downtown Tokyo by herself.
-Has a pretty decent paying job at her favorite coffee shop while working on her dream of becoming Japan's number one jewelry designer.
-love her life, thinks it's perfect the way it is. [No men, No trouble] her motto.
-love to travel also…but maybe not after this summer.
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"Here you go sir," the girl Kagome said while handing the man his order, "hope you enjoy it!"
The man graciously took the muffin out of her hands and quickly sneaked a bite. Almost immediately, his face light up in delight and he looked like he was going to jump for joy on the counter right there and then.
"This is amazing, how did you guys make this?" the customer said, taking another bite of the muffin, "it's like a piece of fluffy heaven that really melts in your mouth!"
"Well, I honestly don't know sir, the boss makes them fresh every morning! He never tells anyone his secret recipes!" the young cashier said with a cheerful smile.
"'I guess that means I'm making more trips down this street while heading to work then." the satisfied business man said while heading towards the door with his coffee and half a muffin in hand.
"Thank you for coming and have a wonderful day sir!" Kagome said as the man exited the scene, a small laughter was heard from behind her.
"Another happy customer huh?" stated the bald man that stood with his arms crossed, and a bright smile plastered on his face.
"Of course, who wouldn't love it here Myouga…great coffee, great food, and great atmosphere…what more can a person ask for?" And it is true, the place has a warm French Café feel to it, one of the many reasons Kagome absolutely love it here, to find another café unique as this is pretty hard…unless you traveled to France, but that's another story for another day.
"That's true," chuckled Myouga.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow boss, my shift is over and there's a huge sale at my favorite store down at the mall," Kagome said while taking of the apron and hanged it on the wall.
She turned around to give her boss a small goodbye wave then proceeded to walk out the door, with cell phone in hand and dialing a number she knew oh-so-well.
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'hey this is Sango, you know what to do! Leave a message and I'll get back to you!' BEEEEEEEEEP.
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Meet Sango:
Age: 20
-Kagome's best friend since middle school
-Currently living with her boyfriend of 2 yrs.
-Attending college, full time, wants to major in psychology
-One of her goal in life, recently, is to find out the reason why her boyfriend always groping her, he says his hands are "cursed," while she thinks he is a load of BS that can breathe.
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"Sango! I know you're there! Pick up!" an angry feminine voice boomed through the answering machine that laid on the newly polished kitchen table.
A brown haired girl trotted into her kitchen and pick up the phone and answered it, knowing fully well who it was and what she wanted.
"No I'm not…"
"Sango! Your late girl." replied the mad woman.
"Kagome, must we do this every weekend? I'm running low on cash this month, I still need to pay my bill or I'll be sleeping in the dark again."
"doesn't everybody sleep in the dark?…" Kagome asked through the phone, obviously confused by her best friend's statement.
"You know what I mean! I can't sleep without a nightlight…"
"Right…how insensitive of me to forgot."
You see, Sango may be a tough chick and everything, but she has a secret…no one knew about it of course, well maybe her boyfriend…but Kagome did anyways. If you don't get it by now, Sango is afraid of the dark.
"that was cold Kags…"
"I was joking! You know I love you! And I would love you more if you got your butt down here…I'm waiting."
"Fine! Give me 10 minutes to get ready at least."
"Hurry! I'll go grab us snacks real quick."
"thanks Kags, Bye" Sango sighed as she hung up the phone, "I think I need to make a trip to the therapist again…" walking into her bathroom a to get ready for a loooong day that awaits her.
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-At Kagome's favorite store-
There were clothes flying, shoes soaring through the air, women -young and old- fighting and shouting over various items. Oh let's not forget hair pulling…just kidding, it's not that serious.
On most occasions Kagome would be found in situations like that, it gets ugly sometimes too, but not today…all she was concerned about was her dark leather, Swarovski crystal covered straps, limited edition hand bag that she had hid a week in advance before the sale.
"AH-HA! You are finally mine after long hours of waiting and wanting." Kagome said grabbing the hand bag she so longed for since…a week ago, but the problem was she wasn't the only one who had her hands on it.
"umm excuse me but I grabbed this bag first and I would appreciate it if you would get you filthy hands off this bag before something happens to it." the other woman said, her hands having a strong grip on the side of the bag and struggling against Kagome, who was pulling it towards herself in an angry manner.
"excuse me?…you get you hands off before I rip it off lady, this bag wouldn't even be here right now if it wasn't for me hiding it here! This. Is. Mine," Kagome replied back heatedly, not ready to back down. It was hers and dang it she will get it!
"do you know who I am? Give me the bag!" the mysterious woman shouted.
"does it look like I care who you are? This bag belongs to me!" and with a forceful yank by Kagome, the bag ripped out of the woman's grasp and, unfortunately, out of Kagome's too, and onto the front desk where an old lady was checking out.
"Oh my! What a cute bag! My niece would love this, I'll take this too please." And with that, the elderly woman paid for her stuff and went on with her business. Away with the bag Kagome wait so long for…and she would have gotten it if it wasn't for that stupid woman who had…'disappeared?…where did she go? Oh if I ever see her again!'
Kagome thought to herself as she searched for Sango.
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Meanwhile in another more upscale part of town, an extravagant affair was occurring, the grand opening of J'adore, an art gallery by a world famous artist whose name remains unpronounceable.
The gallery was a site to see, only the best and brightest were invited, if you weren't important, well obviously you wish you were. In the mist of the crowd, two quite good looking guys stood in front of an interesting piece of art, with head tilted to the side, feet steady on the ground, arms crossed in an educated manner, staring intensely into the piece as if observing and interpreting the true meaning of what the artwork could possibly be…
"You call that art?…" critiqued a handsome young man, in a sleek, clean-cut black suit, with long shining silver hair tied in a neat, low pony-tail. Bright golden eyes widen with disbelief, "it's a freakin' toilet painted blue!"
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Meet Inuyasha:
Age: 21
-stubborn headed hottie (half-demon of course)
-was born into the Takahashi family, a world renowned name in the jewelry industry since…long ago.
-2nd heir to the Takahashi "empire"
-absolutely loves his life, but wants something more…he just doesn't know what exactly.
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"Hush Inuyasha…stop being so rude, it's art…you could learn a thing or two from it," the spoke the man dressed in a similar attire to the half-demon beside him, "Like how it symbolizes that the artist who made this fine piece of work is at his lowest point in life and that his career is down the toilet and he even painted it blue because blue symbolizes depression and coldness…like Brrrr I'm feeling cold just standing next to it, don't you?" Inuyasha just gave him one pf the are-you-serious-you-moronic-boy-who-make-no-sense-so-you-better-stop-talking-because-you-look-so-stupid-right-now look.
"I don't know why I put up with this abusive relationship…", so Miroku just walked off to a group of giggling women standing at the extravagant cocktail bar.
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Meet Miroku:
Age: 21
-Sango's boyfriend
-Inuyasha's foster brother
-the man with the "cursed" hands…yea "cursed" psh.
-comes from a background of monks
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"keh, stupid perv…I'm definitely telling Sango about this." mumbled the slightly annoyed Inuyasha as he began to walk away from the "piece of art" and headed towards the exit, planning to go home for the night, when a rough hand reach out and grabbed onto his shoulder spinning him around.
"And where do you think you are going son?" a loud voiced boomed.
"Keh, no where…" Inuyasha replied turning away from the exit and face a man about one head taller than him, "dad, whadda ya need?"
"Inuyasha, it is awfully rude to leave so suddenly in the middle of a business party…now you know better."
"Of course I know…I'm just looking for the um…" frantically looking around for a good excuse to tell his father, "um…looking for a…Miroku!"
"Your looking for a Miroku?" asked his father with a skeptical look upon his face and amused eyes.
"Yes, yes I am."
"Well alright then, you have fun doing that, even though I didn't know there was other Mirokus here…I always thought that was a quite unique name." mumbling to himself as he smoothly guided across the gallery to his wife and business-type friends.
Living in the high society of life really has its perks, but also comes with many, many…unfortunate things, especially if you are Inuyasha.
"I knew I should have joined the circus when I had the chance…"
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Preview: Chapter 2 - And so it begins…
"Don't you think it is going to be so awkward being in a car with a stranger traveling 300 miles from here to Osaka, that's approximately 6 hours away by car!"
"…But it's not a stranger dear…It's Inuyasha."
"Inuyasha?…the same inuyasha who cut off a chuck of my hair while I was sleeping because I ate the last freakin' cookie?"
"Honey, when are you going to forget that?…its actually surprising that you remember it, it was so long ago."
"Mom…It was last Christmas!"
"Well you needed a haircut anyways sweetheart…think of it as a favor he was doing for you."
"MOM!"