A/N: Me: ok, readers, I would like to thank all the people who sent me ideas

A/N: Me: ok, readers, I would like to thank all the people who sent me ideas. I would type everyone’s name but then I would be typing for days. So, thank you all for sending me ideas, you know who you are and again, thank you sooo much.

Dramay: she would also like to apologize for not updating sooner.

Me: yeah, I had to do A LOT of research to do.

Laughy: ok people, let’s start the story.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha or any of the songs in this fanfic

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Chapter 8- The Truth Around the Visit

The next day, the gang went to the center of Tokyo, looking for Sakura’s apartment. When they arrived, they thought they got the wrong house. The apartment building was small and dingy, nothing you would expect from a famous writer.

“Are you sure this is the right house, Kagome?” Inuyasha asked, looking at the dingy apartment building.

“This is the address,” said Kagome, looking at the paper again.

“Then this must be it,” said Sango. “It’s not like Sakura to lie.”

“Should we go in?” asked Mirkou, looking apprehensive. Five minute later, they haven’t moved.

“I think we can go in,” said Kagome. Reluctantly, they went inside.

Walking inside, they saw a woman, sweeping the floor. She was short, plump and had a motherly face.

“Why, hello there,” she said once she saw them, “My name is Sarah James. How can I help you?”

“Hi, we’re looking for Sakura Sui,” said Kagome.

The old woman’s face split into a smile. “She’s in the penthouse but you might want to wait a little bit, she’s in rehearsal.”

“Rehearsal?” Everyone looked at each other. Mrs. James laughed.

“Go on up.” The four shrugged and walked to the penthouse.

While walking up the stairs to the penthouse, they heard the sound of the piano playing. Then Sakura’s voice came floating down to them.

Sakura:

Head under water
And you tell me
To breathe easy for awhile
The breathing gets harder
Even I know that

There was then the sound of drums was they got closer and closer to Sakura’s home.

Sakura:

Made room for me
It's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to

A guitar joined the music as they got to the penthouse door.

Sakura:

Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well but you make this hard on me

Walking into the apartment, they walked to the back of the house. Back there was Sakura with her back to them. In her hands was a black electric guitar and on her head was a headset. On the big screen in front of her were four people, three girls and one guy. The girl behind the drum set had shoulder length, dark purple hair and a pierced nose. The girl holding the electric bass was had long, bright red hair and had several ear piercing. The girl behind the keyboard had cropped, raven colored hair. The guy, was not holding an instrument so, the gang guessed he was the manager.

All:

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you ask for it
Cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a long song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leavin'
I'm gonna need a better reason
To write you a love song
Today

Sakura:

Today..Drumer: yeah…)

Yeah…

I learnt the hard way
That they all say
Things you wanna hear
My heavy heart sinks deep down under
You and Your twisted words
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

All:

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
If you're on your way

Sakura:

I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leavin'
I'm gonna need a better reason

Sakura and Bass:

To write you a love song

Sakura:

TodayOther: uh uh)

Sakura:

Promise meOther: uh uh uhhh)
You'll leave the light on (others: uh uhh)
To help me see (others: uhhh uh)
The daylight my guide, gone (others: uhhh uh)
Cause I believe (others: uh uhh)
There's a way (others: uhh uh)
You can love me
Because I say

I won't write you a love song
Cause you ask for it
Cause you need one (piano: hmmm)
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song (piano: ohhh)
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this (piano: ohh)
Is that why you wanted a love song?

All:

Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one
You see I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I walk the seven seas
When I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song
Today.

Sakura:

Today.. Yeah, Babe…

After the song was over, Sakura looked at the guy.

“Well, Drew,” she said. “What do you think?”

“I think,” said Drew, “that if you let me find you a gig…we could have a hit.” The band cheered.

“You know what I don’t get,” said the drummer, twirling her drum stick between her fingers. “This song is a love song but she’s saying that she won’t write him a love song.”

“Violet, you take too much into mind,” said the bass player.

“I’m just saying…”

“Vi, Jas, down girls,” said the pianist.

“Look who’s talking,” laughed Drew.

“Do you want a black eye?” asked the pianist, threateningly. Drew put two hands up.

“Hey,” said the bass player. “We have an audience.” Sakura looked around to see Inuyasha and the others.

“Hey, guys!” she smiled. “Wow, you’re earlier then I expected.”

“Say, Cherry, who’re your friends?” asked the red haired bass player.

“Dudes, these are my friends, Inuyasha Tashio, Kagome Higurashi, Sango Slayer and Miroku Priest,” said Sakura pointing to each of them in turn. “Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, these are my friends from America. Violet Thomson,” she pointed to the purple haired drummer, “Jasmine Smith,” she pointed to the red haired bass player, “Nicky Miller,” she pointed to the pianist, “and her twin brother, Drew Miller, who is our manager.”

“And Cherry’s boyfriend,” laughed Jasmine, as Sakura and Drew blushed.

“Is not,” muttered Sakura. “Ok dudes I got to jet.”

“What?” all the band members moaned.

“But Cherry,” whined Violet. “We need to practice.”

“And I need to help my friends here,” said Sakura. “They’re doing one of my plays.”

“Ah, I should have known,” sighed Nicky.

“The downfall of having a famous author as a friend,” sighed Jasmine. “Well, catch you later then Cherry.”

“Later, guys,” and they all logged off. Sakura set down her guitar and took off her headset.

“Hey, Sakura, why do they call you ‘Cherry’?” asked Miroku.

“Oh, when I first arrived in America, Nicky asked what my name meant. When I told them it meant ‘cherry blossom’ they all started calling me Cherry.” She sighed. “But that’s not why you’re here. You’re here for my surprise. Follow me.” Walking to the back of the penthouse, they walked into a large room with lots of lights.

“Ok,” said Sakura, clapping her hands together. “You are all probably wondering why you are here.” All of them nodded. “Answer: I have your costumes!!”

“Our…costumes?” Kagome looked confused.

“Yeah, costumes. You know outfits that you wear for a performance.”

“Ohh, costumes!” Sango and Kagome looked exited.

“Yeah, your costume group gave me your measurements so I had the costumes made from the original design, for the entire cast.”

“Really?” Sakura nodded at Inuyasha.

“COOL!” shrieked Kagome.

“First, we’ll start with the stuff on the manikins. Take a seat.” Sakura motioned to the large couch on the right side of the room, near a cat walk.

“First,” Sakura began as a large projection screen came down from the ceiling, “We have the dancers. Now, in reality, in Ancient Egypt, dancers wore next to nothing.” On the screen, a picture of dancers on a piece of papyrus showed on the screen. “In a play, however, that’s illegal, so instead, I came up with this.” She pointed to a manikin with a light blue, belly dancing outfit on it. “The style comes in several different styles and such,” explained Sakura. “Next, we have the workers.” The screen changed to show a man and woman. The man was wearing a kilt sort of thing, covering the things that need to be covered. The woman was wearing a one piece dress that was simple and such.

“Again, most of the time, workers wore next to nothing, but I decided to go with design because it was legal.” She pointed over to two manikins darned with costumes that looked exactly like the picture. “Pam will be wearing a costume like this.”

“Much to Kikyo’s displeasure,” muttered Miroku and they all laughed.

“Anyway,” continued Sakura as the picture on the screen changed. “next, we have the musicians. Sometimes, they too wore next to nothing and 90 of the time, they were women. They wore something like this,” she pointed to another manikin as she spoke. The manikin had on a one piece dress, like the worker women had but it was far more decorative.

“Next we have…” one by one, Sakura explained the costumes for the play and told how she tried to make them as historically accurate as possible. (If you want to see the pictures I based the costumes on, there at http/s269. )

“Ok,” Sakura said as the screen changed again. “Now, I’m going to have you model your costumes. First we’ll start with Sango.” Motioning to behind the curtain, Sango and Sakura disappeared behind it.

A few minutes later, Sakura reappeared. “In Ancient Egypt,” she continued as the screen above her changed to a hand drawn picture, “there are no records of women soldiers, so I designed this for her outfit.” Out from behind the curtain, came Sango, wearing a sleeveless dress that came half way down her thighs. The garment was decorated with belt, decorated with the eye of Re, a collar, again decorated with the eye of Re, a head piece that was decorated with the eye of Re and in her hand was a sword that was the size of wrapping paper tube. Miroku whistled as Sango blushed.

“As you can see,” Sakura continued. “Neima was a worshipper of Hetepes-Sekhus, also know as ‘The Eye of Re’. In reality, Hetepes-Sekhus is a cobra goddess who helps Osiris by destroying his enemies.” Sakura looked at Miroku. “Your turn, Miroku.”

“Are, you going to help me dress?” he asked, with that perverted smile of his.

“No,” Sakura said shortly. “I’m going to stay right her and you are going to dress yourself. It isn’t that hard.” The other’s laughed at the look on Miroku’s face as he walked behind the curtain.

“In Egypt,” the picture changed on the screen changed, “Priests and priestesses didn’t always follow the code, only priests did, while priestesses were aloud to have intercourse. Depending on which temple they worked at, determined what you dressed like. I decided to go with the universal look.” Miroku stepped out from behind the curtain. He was wearing a loin cloth and draped across his shoulders was a pelt of a lynx. He had a decorated collar around his neck.

“We can add the symbol of hat ever god he worshipped later,” concluded Sakura. “Next we have Inuyasha’s costume.” Inuyasha grunted and walked behind the curtain. A few seconds later…

“No way! You are not making me wear this.”

“Just shut up and put it on.”

“Why should I?”

“Because if you don’t,” said Sakura, threateningly, “you won’t be wearing anything.” There was a gulp from Inuyasha as he quickly changed.

Sakura sighed as the image on the screen changed. “Scribes and architects wore about the some thing. A kilt across what needed to be covered and some sandals, as shown here.” Inuyasha walked out. Kagome blushed when she saw Inuyasha’s well toned chest.

“Are you sure, this is accurate?” he asked, looking down at his attire.

“Well, it was that or no clothes at all.” Inuyasha turned white. “Just sit down.” Inuyasha complied.

“And now,” continued Sakura. “We have Kagome’s costume.” Kagome stood up and walked behind the curtain. Sakura followed. A few minutes later, Sakura reemerged and the screen changed again.

“Royalty did wear clothes but sometimes, woman still showed their breast. However, Kagome’s costume is one desiganed off of Cleopatra.” Kagome stepped out from behind the curtain. Sango squealed, Miroku wolf whistled and Inuyasha was struck dumb.

Kagome wore a halter dress of white linen, with a decorated collar. Down her back as a train and on her waist was a light red sash that joined with the train and pieces of material was strung to her arms and fell smoothly to the floor. The linen was a bit sheer but it covered the needed places. Upon her head was the circlet of a princess, made of gold. Even with out the make up she would have to wear in the show, to Inuyasha, she was a goddess that no man could tame or have.

“And those are your costumes,” said Sakura smiling. “I would invite you all to stay for dinner but, I’m not the greatest cook and I doubt that you want to get sick.” The others murmured in agreement. “Ok, I’ll see you guys on Monday?”

“Defentently,” said Sango, back in her normal clothes.

“Writing, singing, playing an instrument, sewing, is there anything you can’t do?” Kagome asked. Sakura thought for a moment.

“Heights,” she said simply. The others laughed as they walked out the door. Although it was only Saturday, they wished that tomorrow was Monday, just to see the look on Kikyo’s face when she saw her costume.

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A/N: Me: this was one of the hardest chapters I have EVER had to write. Unfortunately, dear readers, in a few more chapters, this story will end but I will be writing a sequel but it won’t be an Inuyasha one. A few sequels later though, it will be a cross over and Inuyasha included in that cross over. Ok, I REALLY need some ideas so if you could review and send me ideas that would be great. Until next time!!