Writing Inuyasha fanfiction!--The Movie... [PG]

[asian_tofu]

Hello friends! Here I am again with a second story, called Kuroi to Shiro [Black and White].


Summary: [Black and White] Life finally gives Kagome perfection after the first love, the traumatic age of high school, and fatal demon combat. Unfortunately she’s screwed because perfection hates her. Not AU



DISCLAIMER: INUYASHA WILL FOREVER BE OUT OF MY GRASP. *SIGH*
Flying Pig: So will her sanity.
Blue: Hey! *tries to swat PIG but fails* You’re mean!!
Flying Pig: Hah! You can’t hurt me with that strait jacket on!!
*A panda in a tightly fitted Chef’s outfit appears, complete with spatula and BBQ sauce*
Blue: Muahahaha…oh yeah!!??
Flying Pig: NO!!! NOT THAT!!

***LATER…
Flying Pig: No! Don’t make me eat the mental institution cafeteria food!!
*panda bares teeth*
Flying Pig: Yum yum!!
Blue: And so ends this disclaimer.



A/N: Since I have a tendency to confuse people in my early chapters, feel free to leave any questions and point out some stuff because this is sort of a ‘sneak peak’ of what’s to come. The story is still in its infancy stages and so what you’re about to read will probably be very edited before it becomes a full-fledged story on its own.




Kuroi to Shiro

Chapter One – Imperfection

By Blade AKA Asian_Tofu



The Bone-Eater’s well bothered her. It wasn’t just the mere scratchiness of the half-rotted wooden surface – it was the very existence of it that killed her. She tucked a straying strand of her ebony locks behind her ear, making sure that the scowl that seemed to be fixated permanently on her face disappeared somewhat as she ascended the wooden staircase.

“Kagome?” Mrs. Higurashi beckoned, setting the creaking wellhouse door to the side. “Hojo’s here to pick you up.” She said softly to her daughter, beaming. It had been such a surprise to her when Kagome had announced that she and Hojo were officially a couple at their high school graduation, but now she was just happy that Kagome had chosen a man who could love and take care of her so well.

True, Hojo was a bit tedious and timid at times, but his good points usually eclipsed these minor personality flaws. It had taken Kagome time to heal after Inuyasha, but she was happy again. She had a life to live and a future with her, what Mrs. Higurashi would call, soulmate, Hojo, after all.

And so Mrs. Higurashi was glad.

Kagome followed her mother and gave a wave to her Jii-san, who was sweeping the temple entrance just like four years ago. The old priest smiled back at her, and continued sweeping. He liked that Hojo. That boy knew his relics and medicine. He was in training for priest-hood under Jii-san himself and Kagome brought him over often enough that Jii-san knew he would be an able successor to the temple.

Hence Jii-san knew he would die happy.

“Nee-chan!!” Souta came running up after Kagome, handing her the necklace that Hojo had given her the first time they had gone out (and finished the date without any spontaneous medical issues). “You forgot something,” he said breathlessly as he dropped the silver locket on her outstretched palm. He looked down the long way down the temple stairs and glimpsed Hojo leaning lazily against the hood of his dark blue SUV.

It was common knowledge Souta knew that that SUV was going to be his someday.

Kagome blinked at few times at the chain tangled with her hand. I’m already wearing this though…

“Here,” Mrs. Higurashi came from behind nonchalantly and unhooked the necklace that Kagome had absentmindedly worn instead. “Hand me the locket, Kagome.” The mentioned did so, trading off the locket with the discarded necklace on Kagome’s hand. Mrs. Higurashi began to snap it on.

Everyone was content.

Kagome sighed as she pulled her hand back down to her side, acquiring a sudden glow in her cheeks. Kagome steadily gained rising warmth in her abdomen, something she hadn’t felt in years.

She shifted the necklace in her hand, almost afraid to confirm what it was as she hesitantly opened her palm.

“Mom…?” Kagome asked in a choked anger, “When did you put this back in my jewelry box?”

Mrs. Higurashi inclined her head to get a better look at the object, “You said you were ready to see it again.” She returned to mull over the frustrations of clasping the locket on correctly.

Kagome stepped around to face her mother with her incessant, incorrigible façade, “Mom?” Kagome laughed woodenly as a tear escaped down her cheek, “I’m not ready anymore.”

“You’re ready, I know you are Kagome. You can’t keep the Shikon No Tama hidden forever.”

“But I know I can keep all the memories with it locked away,” Kagome clutched the jewel against her heart, “so I can never regret anything.”

Mrs. Higurashi, wondered vaguely what it might have been like for Kagome…to have to do what she did. “Do you really want that?”

“Too late to find out anymore,” Kagome snapped callously through her unshed tears. “Time has a way of making you forget. Look,” she stared awkwardly at the ground, “I have to go – Hojo’s waiting.”

“We all love you, Kagome, please remember that,” said Mrs. Higurashi said under her breath as she watched silently from a distance Kagome kiss Hojo on the cheek in greeting, and him lead her into his car. “Remember that well.”

Almost everything was perfect.

*

Kagome stared out through the windshield silently with Hojo’s smooth, cool hand silently encircled on top of hers. They were in the same scenario that they always had; neither knew how to start a worthwhile conversation without having it turn into mindless banter.

“Where’re we going?” Kagome asked quietly, her voice hoarse from the minutes of silence.

Hojo glanced at her, expressionless. “Oh, I thought that maybe we should,” he cleared his throat, “take a walk around campus in the sakura orchid, or something.”

“Oh,” Kagome cracked a smile, “All right.” She had never known Hojo to do anything so…romantic before. He usually just took her out to restaurants or to the occasional carnival. He over-thought things most of the time and would’ve never considered something as simple as going around Tokyo University as a date. He was too safe for that.

There was another lapse of silence as Hojo went back to concentrating on the road. Kagome turned her head and gazed as the familiar route that she took on her bicycle sped past in blurs in the car.

“Are you alright? You looked like you’d been crying when you came down today,” Hojo failed to mention the fact that she had been late as well.

“No, I’m fine; you know you don’t have to ask.”

Hojo frowned, “But I want you to be able to talk to me about stuff. Kagome,” Hojo squeezed her hand, “I want to be a real part of your life – not just some Inuyasha replacement.”

His words hit her like cold water. It was the first time she had heard his name in four years…and that was all she could think about.

Inuyasha…

Kagome digested the words, finally. She retracted her hand from his, wincing like it had been stung a million times.

“Please…don’t say his name.” She whispered. Hojo clenched his teeth and parked the car to a screeching halt in the parking lot. They both exited swiftly.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Hojo sighed, “That you’re just using me to forget Inuyasha?!”

Kagome didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid of seeing the livid glimmer in Hojo’s eyes for the first time ever. What was this? Why had he suddenly changed? He used to be sweet…nice…

Enough the opposite of Inuyasha for you to forget… A nagging, spiteful voice spat in a dark recess locked in her mind.

“NO!” Kagome shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks, “Listen to me!!” Kagome grasped the side of the car for support, “God Hojo…” Kagome sobbed, “Don’t say his damn name…”

Hojo watched her with a vehement disgust.

“The whole reason…the only reason I change is so maybe,” Hojo hissed, “Just maybe, you’ll see me as something more than the same schoolboy I was four years ago.” With the ring of his words still fresh and lingering in the air, Hojo turned and left her.

*

Shunsuke yawned languidly, a strap of his backpack slung across his shoulder. He had just gotten out of registration, which had been swamped with freshman. With his every step, he crushed another few fallen sakura petals. Not that he really cared – it was just that the sakura was the only thing that he liked about the whole college thing.

All his friends had enrolled into another university on the other side on the whole and had left him stuck back in Tokyo. His latest girlfriend had been cheating on him for several months before he had broken it off, and he had been turned down by basically all schools whose main language was English.

He loved his life so much.

So he was walking like the loser he was, and then it happened – he saw the light.

The light, to a nineteen-year-old guy, was an attractive Homo sapiens of the opposite sex sitting on a wood bench.

Let’s analyze this scenario for a second; attractive Homo sapiens of the opposite sex on bench, crying eyeballs out. Shunsuke felt the knowledge of possibilities that he could use to take advantage of the situation. He slowed his step and tried to count them, but it was no use. There was only one word in his vocabulary that could elaborate on the large number.

Many.

Shunsuke strutted towards her, smirking.

“Cha-ching.”

*

Kagome knew she didn’t want to cry, but the tears kept streaking her face anyway.

God…I’m being such an idiot.

The lump in her pocket that signified the presence of the Shikon No Tama didn’t help any with her emotions, and she wasn’t sure if getting back on antidepressants would help her anymore. She swore she was immune to them since she’d downed so many pills in the four years following her homecoming for good.

So instead, Kagome decided to take the walk that had been initially meant for Hojo and herself. True, the view gave her a slight bitter nostalgia, but that was about it.

As she walked listlessly, Kagome mused over the jewel.

It hasn’t changed at all…and I think it’s still purified.

She sat down on one of the convenient wood benches like the ones you found in parks, and sighed.

Maybe I am just using Hojo…but what would the past years mean then? Me wallowing in self-pity? There definitely has to be something. I just can’t describe what I feel sometimes.

Kagome leaned back on the bench, tilting her head towards the edge. Every time she ever reminisced, she would come back to one face – one voice that used to make her annoyed, irritated…happy…

You shouldn’t have gone away…why did you let me make you?

Her vision slowly blurred, the cheeks that had dried so peacefully were again drenched with the salty substance.

I hate crying – it’s so stupid! I cry over everything now, even when I can’t find a stupid matching sock! Damn…everything reminds me of him and his stupid jerk-faced…!

Kagome laughed at herself through her tears, her sapphire eyes glistening.

A sharp wind blew past her face, and Kagome saw through a side-glance that there was a new occupant on the bench.

“Yo.”

Brushing away her tears resiliently with her hands, Kagome turned her head to acknowledge the presence of the person. “Hi.”

They sat in a silence similar to the ones that she and Hojo usually had, except this one was a comfortable one. Kagome took the time to take in the guy’s features; he was most likely about half a head taller than her, and he had long black hair that looked like he hadn’t bothered to comb that morning. It was actually longer than hers.

Yet another reason for me to burst into relentless tears: a cross-dresser.

His hair was sort of cute in his case; it made him look reckless. She didn’t know what his eyes reminded her of, but they were the most unique shade of violet she had ever seen. There was a violent charm to him all over, and Kagome smiled.

The guy started to laugh, the type that you began when it seemed to be right for the moment. Kagome raised her eyebrow at him.

“What’s so funny?”

He grinned at her off-handedly and replied, “It’s just that there are so many different ways that I could hit on you right now and you’re the one ogling.”

Kagome blushed despite herself. Had she really been staring? “Sorry…it was just you seem to remind me of someone. Besides, I doubt you have many pickup lines. You seem depressed.”

“How’d you know?” The guy inquired, sustaining his chin against his hand as he propped it against the metal bar protruding out of the chair.

“Believe me, I’ve been looking at that type of face every day in every mirror since about four years ago.”

“And, sorry for asking if it’s none of my business, but what ignited that sort of face on you?” Kagome furrowed her brow as his question and averted her eyes. The guy could sense her tension and mumbled, “My bad. Wrong topic to get on.”

“Oh, no. It’s not that it’s a bad topic…I just don’t feel like talking about it.”

“I understand,” the guy said, “it must really suck then. I hope you find happiness somewhere along the road of life.” He wrinkled his nose, “God, I’m sounding more and more like a fortune cookie every day.”

They both chuckled at that. Kagome didn’t know how to express it…it felt great to be able to talk to someone without getting the feeling that you were the object of their pity or anger 24/7.

“Kagome?! Damn…” Glancing up, they saw Hojo panting, flattening the grass as he sprinted towards them. “I’d thought you’d gone home alone or something. Do you know how dangerous it is out at this time?” Kagome checked her watch; 3:52 PM, and gave him a dry stare. “You could’ve been picked up by hookers or something!” He argued, earning a strangled laugh from the guy.

Hojo flicked his eyes towards the had-been-invisible ‘threat to his precious.’

“Who are you and get away from my Kagome!” He spat irately, giving the guy a glare that made him finally laugh outright.

Kagome crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at Hojo.

He has no right! Only Inuyasha does…only he did that. She barely was able to control the floodgates from releasing that time. Thoughts are evil. Don’t think.

The guy lifted himself up from the bench and evenly stared at Hojo in the eye…well he had to sort of turn his head a little lower to look him directly, but you know what I mean.

“Look, it’s her life. You shouldn’t try to control her,” he hissed at the brown-haired boy, who was quaking in his shoes. He turned to Kagome. “Hey. Good luck. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye…” Kagome breathed under her breath to the guy’s retreating figure, “Have a nice day.”


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AUTHOR’S NOTE: So what did you think? I know that Shunsuke could possibly be the worst name ever…and I bet all of you are making assumptions about him too…but beware of guesses! You are all wrong! *hehehe* Anyway, I think this can easily live up to For Infinity as I fiddle with the plot and become insomniac again!



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Thanks for reading and please leave some criticism!

--BLUE

P.S. Here's the direct link... [url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2050613/1/[/url]

[Guest Lady Bane]

wow.... i like!!!!!please continue....





-lady bane-sama



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[Sueko02]

Okay, your first chapter was totally awesome!!!! I'm instantly hooked!!!! If you don't write more I think my life will be over, that's how interesting and awesome your first post is.

What's interesting, you ask? I'll tell you because I sort of have to in order to give a "good review":

1) It sounds like everyone died. Including InuYasha. Which is never ever a good thing, and now I want to know why/how they died. And also to make sure my idea is right or not, because it's just a guess. Either that or Kagome's feeling EXTREMELY bad about him choosing Kikyo over her...
2) It sounds like she already graduated high school. So about four years have gone by from the TV show. What's happened in those four years? Okay, Kagome cried 24/7 for four years, but you know what I mean!!!
3) Shunsuke. What to say about him? His personality is so interesting (I say that word too much) and he seems like a cool character. He and Kagome should get together!!! Okay, they might not... I'm one of those people who cries out, "That guy and girl should get together" during every movie, so don't mind me. I'm a romane kinda gal... And the names okay. It actually fits him in a weird way, plus when I was writing MY InuYasha fan fic it took forever to find Japanese names so that's okay. But the way you described him reminds me of human InuYasha: long, messy black hair and violet eyes. What is he, a reincarnation, or is it just concidence? I just think he's a totally awesome character!!!
4) This review's getting really long... oh well, isn't that a good thing? It shows how much I like your post!!! Maybe you should write more...
5) I like the writing style. At first it seemed like you were trying too hard to sound good (no offence... and it was still good, it just had a TON of discription and you might not have needed that much...) but when it went over to Shunsuke's POV it seemed as though you were just writing normally... but it had this witty humor to it that I really liked! And when you wrote Kagome's thoughts I thought you did that really well. You totally have all the characters in character, except Hojo but he was supposed to be acting weird....

I give this 5 out of 5. Now write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!