The Break Room
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,419
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
The Break Room
A/N: This story was inspired by one that my friend wrote called “Truth or Dare”. Hers was a GW/AC fic, but I thought it would be fun to have a little peak into what the Inuyasha characters do in between fics. Same sort of idea as she had. I honestly have no idea if there are any other Inuyasha fics with the same idea. After all, there are over 2,000 on this site alone, and I don’t think I could read them all. This scene really has no purposes except to entertain me at 3:34 in the morning, but I hope you all enjoy it as well.
As always, reviews are welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated. :-)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just use them for my own sadistic purposes…hehehe…
The Break Room
By Ashes
Kagome groaned as she entered the room, rubbing her backside. “Damnit, Inuyasha! Why do you always have to be so rough!?”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who decided that scene had to be done against that stupid rock! You can thank all those hetai writers and their sick minds!” Inuyasha threw down the script from the scene they had just completed on the table and walked over to the break room’s refrigerator. Opening the freezer, he pulled out an ice pack and handed it to Kagome, who smiled thankfully.
Placing the much needed pack on her bruised butt, she made her way over to one of the three couches and flopped down on her stomach. Sango, who had been engrossed in this month’s Cosmo, helped her friend adjust the ice over the bruise starting to form over her tailbone.
“Wow,” she said. “He really got you good this time.”
“Yeah, well I won’t even have enough time to recover before the next fanfic,” the girl answered, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of the couch. “I’ve got another one tomorrow and three on Saturday.”
“Tell me about it,” Miroku said coming out of the small bathroom. “I mean, I’m about as gung-ho about sex as it can get, but a guy needs a break every now and again! Haven’t these people ever heard of national holidays? Or vacation time?”
“What about you, Inuyasha?” Sango looked over at the hanyo who was currently scrutinizing the scheduling board.
“Looks like I’ve got one on Monday with you, Sango, and…aww, man!”
“What?” Miroku walked to stand beside Inuyasha, glancing at the board.
“The one about the pet shop has been postponed due to ‘finals’,” he wined. “Damn. I kinda liked that one.”
“You only liked it because we did it in the back room during the boss’ lunch hour. I swear, Inuyasha, I think you’re starting to like the ‘in public’ scenarios a little too much.”
He turned to growl at the miko on the couch. “As I recall, my dear Kagome, you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit yourself.” She blushed, making him grin wickedly. “I don’t remember the words ‘fuck me harder’ anywhere in the script.”
“Yeah, well, when you’re in the moment…”
Sango sighed and flopped down on one of the other couches. Miroku made his way over to her and lifted her head off the cushions. He sat himself down and repositioned her head on his thigh and began scratching her scalp in soothing circles, helping her fight off the headache he could see coming on. She smiled and purred in response.
“Whatever happened to soft kisses and candlelight?” the taijiya asked. “I mean, you can still have a good story with that, right?”
“Sorry, Sango,” Kagome answered. “A lot of the readers just think that’s been done to death. I mean, there are only so many ways you can be swept off your feet.”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and sat down in one of the hard brown chairs encircling the table. “Besides, people are fascinated by violence, always have been. Just look at the Romans. They had, what, like, over two hundred days of gladiator games? And why do you think Reality TV is such a big hit?”
“…Because all of the women have such big-OWW!” Miroku nearly jumped off the couch as Sango pinched the inside of his thigh. “What? They do!”
As the door to the break room opened, the occupants all looked to see Sesshomaru enter followed by Rin and Young Rin. Young Rin ran over to Inuyasha, who picked up the small girl and placed her on his knee. Rin, the older, sat down across from the hanyo and her younger self with an exhausted sigh.
“Hey, guys,” she said wirily, receiving muffled greetings in response.
“Why so down, Rin?” asked Kagome, who still hadn’t moved from her position on the couch.
“The author wants to re-do one of the scenes we did yesterday,” the girl answered. “Twelve takes yesterday and she wants to do another five today!”
“What’s the scene?”
“Rin,” said the full-blood youkai.
“Yes?” answered both girls.
“Sorry. Young Rin. Headphones.”
At the command, the young girl covered both her ears with her hands and began happily humming a song to herself. Sesshomaru, satisfied that she could not hear the conversation any longer, turned to Kagome to answer. “The sex scene in the woods.”
There was a pause. “Um…which sex scene in the woods?”
“The one where he slams me into the wall and does it from behind.” A chorus of “oohs” and “ouches” sounded in sympathy for the girl. She sighed, arching her back and stretching. “It’s not the having sex from behind that bothers me. It’s the violent shove.”
“Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t write it.” Sesshomaru pulled out a thick script from his back pocket and began reading. “’SESSHOMARU grabs RIN roughly by the shoulders and pushes her against the wall, entering forcefully.’” He scoffed. “Defiantly not my style.”
“The writing or the action?”
The Lord of the West looked at his half brother. “Both,” he said dryly.
Bursting through the door, Kara Smart, the story coordinator, made her way over to the marker board containing all the scheduled stories to be created for the month, ignoring the other occupants of the room. Checking her planner, she hastily erased one of the boxes and began writing.
Not turning to look, she said, “Rin,” in the same emotionless voice that Sesshomaru was famous for.
“Yes?” answered both girls.
“Sorry. Young Rin, your mom is here to take you home.”
With a squeal of joy, the little girl hopped off of Inuyasha’s lap and ran out the door. Curious, the silver-haired half demon looked over Kara’s shoulder at what she was writing.
“What! No way!”
Kara sighed. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha, you know how these things work. When the muse hits…” She shrugged apologetically. “There’s some vitamin E in the cabinet above the sink. Get yourself ready and be on Sound Stage 3 in ten minutes. You too, Kagome.” A muffled protest was heard from the couch. “Sango, Miroku, you two are due on Sound Stage 5 in twenty. Don’t be late.”
“We won’t,” the couple sounded together.
“Sesshomaru and Rin? The author has reconsidered her rewrite. You two can take the rest of the day off. But be back no later than ten tomorrow.”
Taking one last look at her planner, Kara snapped it shut and turned toward the others. “I’m sorry, you guys. You know how it is. So many writers…”
“…So few positions,” the group sounded in unison, finishing the mantra they had come to know so well.
Smiling an apology, Kara left the room. The others sat in silence, unmoving.
“Well,” said Kagome, breaking the silence and moving from her spot for the first time since she entered the room, “I guess it’s time to get back to work. Inuyasha, will you hand me the ibuprofen?”
“Sure thing.”
“And this time,” she said coming up behind the hanyo, “try to be a little gentler, will ya?”
He grinned and kissed her on the nose. “Only if the author tells me to.”
“Damn.”
***
A/N: *smiles* Just a bit of fun fluffy stuff. On another note, I realize that some writers might think that I’m taking a jab at them but believe me, I’m not. I love the stories that I read on this site. I just occurred to me, while I was sitting here reading some of them that they must get so exhausted! So keep up with all your stories! I love them all!!!
Kiss kiss!
~Ashes
As always, reviews are welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated. :-)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just use them for my own sadistic purposes…hehehe…
The Break Room
By Ashes
Kagome groaned as she entered the room, rubbing her backside. “Damnit, Inuyasha! Why do you always have to be so rough!?”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who decided that scene had to be done against that stupid rock! You can thank all those hetai writers and their sick minds!” Inuyasha threw down the script from the scene they had just completed on the table and walked over to the break room’s refrigerator. Opening the freezer, he pulled out an ice pack and handed it to Kagome, who smiled thankfully.
Placing the much needed pack on her bruised butt, she made her way over to one of the three couches and flopped down on her stomach. Sango, who had been engrossed in this month’s Cosmo, helped her friend adjust the ice over the bruise starting to form over her tailbone.
“Wow,” she said. “He really got you good this time.”
“Yeah, well I won’t even have enough time to recover before the next fanfic,” the girl answered, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of the couch. “I’ve got another one tomorrow and three on Saturday.”
“Tell me about it,” Miroku said coming out of the small bathroom. “I mean, I’m about as gung-ho about sex as it can get, but a guy needs a break every now and again! Haven’t these people ever heard of national holidays? Or vacation time?”
“What about you, Inuyasha?” Sango looked over at the hanyo who was currently scrutinizing the scheduling board.
“Looks like I’ve got one on Monday with you, Sango, and…aww, man!”
“What?” Miroku walked to stand beside Inuyasha, glancing at the board.
“The one about the pet shop has been postponed due to ‘finals’,” he wined. “Damn. I kinda liked that one.”
“You only liked it because we did it in the back room during the boss’ lunch hour. I swear, Inuyasha, I think you’re starting to like the ‘in public’ scenarios a little too much.”
He turned to growl at the miko on the couch. “As I recall, my dear Kagome, you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit yourself.” She blushed, making him grin wickedly. “I don’t remember the words ‘fuck me harder’ anywhere in the script.”
“Yeah, well, when you’re in the moment…”
Sango sighed and flopped down on one of the other couches. Miroku made his way over to her and lifted her head off the cushions. He sat himself down and repositioned her head on his thigh and began scratching her scalp in soothing circles, helping her fight off the headache he could see coming on. She smiled and purred in response.
“Whatever happened to soft kisses and candlelight?” the taijiya asked. “I mean, you can still have a good story with that, right?”
“Sorry, Sango,” Kagome answered. “A lot of the readers just think that’s been done to death. I mean, there are only so many ways you can be swept off your feet.”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and sat down in one of the hard brown chairs encircling the table. “Besides, people are fascinated by violence, always have been. Just look at the Romans. They had, what, like, over two hundred days of gladiator games? And why do you think Reality TV is such a big hit?”
“…Because all of the women have such big-OWW!” Miroku nearly jumped off the couch as Sango pinched the inside of his thigh. “What? They do!”
As the door to the break room opened, the occupants all looked to see Sesshomaru enter followed by Rin and Young Rin. Young Rin ran over to Inuyasha, who picked up the small girl and placed her on his knee. Rin, the older, sat down across from the hanyo and her younger self with an exhausted sigh.
“Hey, guys,” she said wirily, receiving muffled greetings in response.
“Why so down, Rin?” asked Kagome, who still hadn’t moved from her position on the couch.
“The author wants to re-do one of the scenes we did yesterday,” the girl answered. “Twelve takes yesterday and she wants to do another five today!”
“What’s the scene?”
“Rin,” said the full-blood youkai.
“Yes?” answered both girls.
“Sorry. Young Rin. Headphones.”
At the command, the young girl covered both her ears with her hands and began happily humming a song to herself. Sesshomaru, satisfied that she could not hear the conversation any longer, turned to Kagome to answer. “The sex scene in the woods.”
There was a pause. “Um…which sex scene in the woods?”
“The one where he slams me into the wall and does it from behind.” A chorus of “oohs” and “ouches” sounded in sympathy for the girl. She sighed, arching her back and stretching. “It’s not the having sex from behind that bothers me. It’s the violent shove.”
“Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t write it.” Sesshomaru pulled out a thick script from his back pocket and began reading. “’SESSHOMARU grabs RIN roughly by the shoulders and pushes her against the wall, entering forcefully.’” He scoffed. “Defiantly not my style.”
“The writing or the action?”
The Lord of the West looked at his half brother. “Both,” he said dryly.
Bursting through the door, Kara Smart, the story coordinator, made her way over to the marker board containing all the scheduled stories to be created for the month, ignoring the other occupants of the room. Checking her planner, she hastily erased one of the boxes and began writing.
Not turning to look, she said, “Rin,” in the same emotionless voice that Sesshomaru was famous for.
“Yes?” answered both girls.
“Sorry. Young Rin, your mom is here to take you home.”
With a squeal of joy, the little girl hopped off of Inuyasha’s lap and ran out the door. Curious, the silver-haired half demon looked over Kara’s shoulder at what she was writing.
“What! No way!”
Kara sighed. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha, you know how these things work. When the muse hits…” She shrugged apologetically. “There’s some vitamin E in the cabinet above the sink. Get yourself ready and be on Sound Stage 3 in ten minutes. You too, Kagome.” A muffled protest was heard from the couch. “Sango, Miroku, you two are due on Sound Stage 5 in twenty. Don’t be late.”
“We won’t,” the couple sounded together.
“Sesshomaru and Rin? The author has reconsidered her rewrite. You two can take the rest of the day off. But be back no later than ten tomorrow.”
Taking one last look at her planner, Kara snapped it shut and turned toward the others. “I’m sorry, you guys. You know how it is. So many writers…”
“…So few positions,” the group sounded in unison, finishing the mantra they had come to know so well.
Smiling an apology, Kara left the room. The others sat in silence, unmoving.
“Well,” said Kagome, breaking the silence and moving from her spot for the first time since she entered the room, “I guess it’s time to get back to work. Inuyasha, will you hand me the ibuprofen?”
“Sure thing.”
“And this time,” she said coming up behind the hanyo, “try to be a little gentler, will ya?”
He grinned and kissed her on the nose. “Only if the author tells me to.”
“Damn.”
***
A/N: *smiles* Just a bit of fun fluffy stuff. On another note, I realize that some writers might think that I’m taking a jab at them but believe me, I’m not. I love the stories that I read on this site. I just occurred to me, while I was sitting here reading some of them that they must get so exhausted! So keep up with all your stories! I love them all!!!
Kiss kiss!
~Ashes