Hojo Doesn't Know!
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › InuYasha/Kagome
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
10,136
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Hojo Doesn't Know!
A.N.:In all honesty, I was really bored when I put this together so try to keep an open mind. If you’ve ever seen the movie Eurotrip then you’ll get this. If you haven’t….you need to see it!! This is by far one of the greatest songs I have ever heard! I read a songfic and this idea had been beating around in my head for ages for a flash video, but I thought I’d make it a fic first! Enjoy!!! *evil smirk*
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the song “Scotty doesn’t know.”
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Hojo stood outside the club, checking his watch anxiously. ‘Guess she’s not coming...’ Disappointed by the Kagome's lack of attendance, he turned and entered the busy building. A roar from the dancing floor sent his attention to the stage as a group took their positions. His eyes narrowed as the lead singer’s appearance rang in his memory. ‘Isn’t that the guy that Kagome’s been having trouble with?’ The stranger’s black boots thundered on the wood of the large stage.
The young man’s silver hair fell to his ass in a braid, a black bandana covering the top of his head. The flash of steel surprised him as the lead singer smirked, catching the light on the spiked stud in his lip. Black, bondage pants rustled as the man bent low to adjust the mike. The dark-red, wife beater tank held his muscular form as if it were molded to his skin. A tattoo of a sword wreathed in fur and flame occupied his right forearm.
Behind him a woman, man, and boy suddenly appeared. The boy took a seat at the drums, pushing his long red hair into a low ponytail. His green eyes flickered busily over the setup as he dug into the deep pockets of his green, skater shorts for his sticks. Pulling them out and flicking off an offending patch of lint, he grinned victoriously and straightened out his Transplants t-shirt.
“Putting drumsticks in your pockets will only lead to pain, Shippo.” A feminine voice laughed as the comment carried across the stage, the boy scowled playfully in the woman’s direction.
“Shut it, Sango!” The woman’s dark brown hair stopped at her lower back, her matching eyes rimmed in red eyeliner. A thigh-length, pink-pinstriped, black skirt whirled around her as she picked up the hot pink bass at her feet. Her black tank snagged slightly as she slipped the bass’s strap over her head, revealing a tattoo of a two-tail cat demon on her shoulder. She growled out a comment to the raven-haired man next to her as he reached behind her to grab the dark purple, Fender Strat guitar. The man seemed to chuckle nervously as he pushed the sleeves of his charcoal, Foamy the Squirrel thermal, tugging at his sagging pair of black carpenter pants. His gold earrings sparked as he tightened his low ponytail. A tattoo similar to the silver-haired man’s lay on the inside of this man’s right arm, a monk’s staff taking the place of a sword.
“I don’t care how innocent you attempt to look, Miroku! Watch the hands or lose em!”
Hojo continued to stare intensely at the group until the sudden gaze the lead singer sent a spike of fear through his spine. The amber orbs danced in a cruel laughter. The room stilled as the handsome, silver-haired man approached the microphone; tapping it to command silence.
“Inuyasha!” A girl yelled happily as she bounded through the crowd and up to the stage. Hojo’s mouth dropped open as he followed Kagome’s smiling face through the sea of humanity and up into the strange man’s arms. Her ebony hair piled high into a ponytail, leaving her back bare in combination with her navy blue, silk alter top. The low-riding, black leather pants shined and her spiked heels clicked as Inuyasha let her drop to the ground again from his embrace.
“This can’t be happening...” Hojo groaned as his shoulders slumped forward as Inuyasha drew Kagome to him and slammed his lips down on hers. The pair broke away after what seemed like an eternity had passed by. The bar was beginning to look really inviting.
Inuyasha smirked sexily as his golden gaze landed on Hojo’s confused expression. The human had not gotten it through his thick skull to back off, so he took matters into his own hands. Countless times his Kagome had told him about the boy’s insistence on a date and how the signals she was sending him just weren’t working. ‘Sorry, kiddo! I think it’s time someone spelled it out for you!’ He leaned into the mike, keeping an arm around the pale beauty beside him.
“Alright kiddies! We’re goin to get this fucker started with something new. A special song close to my heart and inspired by the beautiful, sex kitten at my side...Kagome.” With the final words said, Shippo began to count out the beat. The final count and Miroku strummed the guitar.
Leaning forward into the mike, Inuyasha’s voice rose over the booming instruments and into Hojo’s ears.
HHHEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Hojo doesn't know,
That Kagome and me,
Do it by the well every Sunday!
She tells him she’s in church,
But she doesn't go,
Still she’s on her knees, and...
Kagome groaned as Inuyasha’s hips ground against hers in rhythm to the music, his breath tickling her neck as he sang. The human boy’s eyes bulged as her hips swayed against the half-demon’s. A wicked smile playing on the couple’s lips as the crowd rose and fell with the beat.
Hojo doesn’t know, oh.
Hojo doesn't know-oh.
So don't tell Hojo!
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
SO DON'T TELL HOJO!
Kagome says she’s out shopping,
But she’s under me and I'm not stopping.
A clawed hand slowly fell from the dancing girl’s stomach to rest lowly on her bare hip. The sound of a head knocking against the bar counter was lost on the crowd’s chanting of the chorus. Hojo continued to abuse his head against the cool surface as the chanting grew louder.
Cuz Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
So don't tell Hojo.
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
DON'T TELL HOJO!
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (woo!)
Kagome’s got him on the phone,
and she's trying not to moan.
It's a three way call,
and he knows nothing.
NOTHING!!!
Shippo’s hair flew wildly about him at he let into the drums, lost in the beat. Miroku laughed as he stuck the strings of his guitar again and reveled in the chaos of the audience. Sango winked at a gawking young man in the pit of the crowd, leaving him too stunned to notice the body surfer heading in his direction. A sudden thud was met by angry voices by the song played on.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Don't tell Hojo.
Cuz Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
SO DON'T TELL HOJO!
We’ll put on a show, everyone will go.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
Inuyasha brought his lips within centimeters of Kagome’s, his sultry voice sending electricity through her blood. His hands raked across her ivory stomach and hips. A seductive growl purred in the lyrics.
The Shrine lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top.
His front lawn, in the snow.
Life is so hard, cuz...
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
I did her on his birthday.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know-oh,
Don't tell Hojo.
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
Hojo will know,
Hojo has to know,
Hojo’s gonna know,
Gonna tell Hojo,
Gonna tell him myself!
Hojo doesn't know!
HOJO DOESN’T KNOW!!!!
HOJO'S GOTTA GO!!!!
The crowd roared as they sang along with the band. Inuyasha flashed a toothy grin as the club echoed the words. Tossing Kagome over his shoulder, Inuyasha leapt from the stage and made his way to the VIP room. The smirk on his face spoke in volumes what his plans were once he got there. Hojo met his eyes as he passed.
“You’re a nice guy, Hobo. I’m sure you’ll find someone...but if you come near my bitch again I’ll tear your fucking arms out of their sockets.” Slapping Hojo on the shoulder, the hanyou continued on his way. Kagome waved sympathetically to the stunned boy as they disappeared into the crowd.
“Sorry, Hojo!” Her voice died in the roar of the other club occupants. Turning to the bar in defeat, Hojo sighed deeply and tapped the counter.
“What’s the matter with you?” The attractive bartender poured him a shot of whisky as she raised an eyebrow.
A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of the boy’s lips, but he waved her off and downed the drink. He winced as the liquor bit at his throat. Ordering another, he drummed his fingers on the countertop. The song was already stuck in his head. Downing the next drink a thought came to him. “I wonder what Eri’s doing tonight...”
*
End
Well? A small amount of Hojo bashing but it couldn’t be helped. Feel inspired enough to review??? PLEASE DO!! No flames please! Hope you found it slightly amusing! Cheers! – G.S.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the song “Scotty doesn’t know.”
*
Hojo stood outside the club, checking his watch anxiously. ‘Guess she’s not coming...’ Disappointed by the Kagome's lack of attendance, he turned and entered the busy building. A roar from the dancing floor sent his attention to the stage as a group took their positions. His eyes narrowed as the lead singer’s appearance rang in his memory. ‘Isn’t that the guy that Kagome’s been having trouble with?’ The stranger’s black boots thundered on the wood of the large stage.
The young man’s silver hair fell to his ass in a braid, a black bandana covering the top of his head. The flash of steel surprised him as the lead singer smirked, catching the light on the spiked stud in his lip. Black, bondage pants rustled as the man bent low to adjust the mike. The dark-red, wife beater tank held his muscular form as if it were molded to his skin. A tattoo of a sword wreathed in fur and flame occupied his right forearm.
Behind him a woman, man, and boy suddenly appeared. The boy took a seat at the drums, pushing his long red hair into a low ponytail. His green eyes flickered busily over the setup as he dug into the deep pockets of his green, skater shorts for his sticks. Pulling them out and flicking off an offending patch of lint, he grinned victoriously and straightened out his Transplants t-shirt.
“Putting drumsticks in your pockets will only lead to pain, Shippo.” A feminine voice laughed as the comment carried across the stage, the boy scowled playfully in the woman’s direction.
“Shut it, Sango!” The woman’s dark brown hair stopped at her lower back, her matching eyes rimmed in red eyeliner. A thigh-length, pink-pinstriped, black skirt whirled around her as she picked up the hot pink bass at her feet. Her black tank snagged slightly as she slipped the bass’s strap over her head, revealing a tattoo of a two-tail cat demon on her shoulder. She growled out a comment to the raven-haired man next to her as he reached behind her to grab the dark purple, Fender Strat guitar. The man seemed to chuckle nervously as he pushed the sleeves of his charcoal, Foamy the Squirrel thermal, tugging at his sagging pair of black carpenter pants. His gold earrings sparked as he tightened his low ponytail. A tattoo similar to the silver-haired man’s lay on the inside of this man’s right arm, a monk’s staff taking the place of a sword.
“I don’t care how innocent you attempt to look, Miroku! Watch the hands or lose em!”
Hojo continued to stare intensely at the group until the sudden gaze the lead singer sent a spike of fear through his spine. The amber orbs danced in a cruel laughter. The room stilled as the handsome, silver-haired man approached the microphone; tapping it to command silence.
“Inuyasha!” A girl yelled happily as she bounded through the crowd and up to the stage. Hojo’s mouth dropped open as he followed Kagome’s smiling face through the sea of humanity and up into the strange man’s arms. Her ebony hair piled high into a ponytail, leaving her back bare in combination with her navy blue, silk alter top. The low-riding, black leather pants shined and her spiked heels clicked as Inuyasha let her drop to the ground again from his embrace.
“This can’t be happening...” Hojo groaned as his shoulders slumped forward as Inuyasha drew Kagome to him and slammed his lips down on hers. The pair broke away after what seemed like an eternity had passed by. The bar was beginning to look really inviting.
Inuyasha smirked sexily as his golden gaze landed on Hojo’s confused expression. The human had not gotten it through his thick skull to back off, so he took matters into his own hands. Countless times his Kagome had told him about the boy’s insistence on a date and how the signals she was sending him just weren’t working. ‘Sorry, kiddo! I think it’s time someone spelled it out for you!’ He leaned into the mike, keeping an arm around the pale beauty beside him.
“Alright kiddies! We’re goin to get this fucker started with something new. A special song close to my heart and inspired by the beautiful, sex kitten at my side...Kagome.” With the final words said, Shippo began to count out the beat. The final count and Miroku strummed the guitar.
Leaning forward into the mike, Inuyasha’s voice rose over the booming instruments and into Hojo’s ears.
HHHEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Hojo doesn't know,
That Kagome and me,
Do it by the well every Sunday!
She tells him she’s in church,
But she doesn't go,
Still she’s on her knees, and...
Kagome groaned as Inuyasha’s hips ground against hers in rhythm to the music, his breath tickling her neck as he sang. The human boy’s eyes bulged as her hips swayed against the half-demon’s. A wicked smile playing on the couple’s lips as the crowd rose and fell with the beat.
Hojo doesn’t know, oh.
Hojo doesn't know-oh.
So don't tell Hojo!
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
SO DON'T TELL HOJO!
Kagome says she’s out shopping,
But she’s under me and I'm not stopping.
A clawed hand slowly fell from the dancing girl’s stomach to rest lowly on her bare hip. The sound of a head knocking against the bar counter was lost on the crowd’s chanting of the chorus. Hojo continued to abuse his head against the cool surface as the chanting grew louder.
Cuz Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
So don't tell Hojo.
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
DON'T TELL HOJO!
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (woo!)
Kagome’s got him on the phone,
and she's trying not to moan.
It's a three way call,
and he knows nothing.
NOTHING!!!
Shippo’s hair flew wildly about him at he let into the drums, lost in the beat. Miroku laughed as he stuck the strings of his guitar again and reveled in the chaos of the audience. Sango winked at a gawking young man in the pit of the crowd, leaving him too stunned to notice the body surfer heading in his direction. A sudden thud was met by angry voices by the song played on.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Don't tell Hojo.
Cuz Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
SO DON'T TELL HOJO!
We’ll put on a show, everyone will go.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
Inuyasha brought his lips within centimeters of Kagome’s, his sultry voice sending electricity through her blood. His hands raked across her ivory stomach and hips. A seductive growl purred in the lyrics.
The Shrine lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top.
His front lawn, in the snow.
Life is so hard, cuz...
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know.
I did her on his birthday.
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know,
Hojo doesn't know-oh,
Don't tell Hojo.
Hojo doesn't knoooooow....
Hojo will know,
Hojo has to know,
Hojo’s gonna know,
Gonna tell Hojo,
Gonna tell him myself!
Hojo doesn't know!
HOJO DOESN’T KNOW!!!!
HOJO'S GOTTA GO!!!!
The crowd roared as they sang along with the band. Inuyasha flashed a toothy grin as the club echoed the words. Tossing Kagome over his shoulder, Inuyasha leapt from the stage and made his way to the VIP room. The smirk on his face spoke in volumes what his plans were once he got there. Hojo met his eyes as he passed.
“You’re a nice guy, Hobo. I’m sure you’ll find someone...but if you come near my bitch again I’ll tear your fucking arms out of their sockets.” Slapping Hojo on the shoulder, the hanyou continued on his way. Kagome waved sympathetically to the stunned boy as they disappeared into the crowd.
“Sorry, Hojo!” Her voice died in the roar of the other club occupants. Turning to the bar in defeat, Hojo sighed deeply and tapped the counter.
“What’s the matter with you?” The attractive bartender poured him a shot of whisky as she raised an eyebrow.
A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of the boy’s lips, but he waved her off and downed the drink. He winced as the liquor bit at his throat. Ordering another, he drummed his fingers on the countertop. The song was already stuck in his head. Downing the next drink a thought came to him. “I wonder what Eri’s doing tonight...”
*
End
Well? A small amount of Hojo bashing but it couldn’t be helped. Feel inspired enough to review??? PLEASE DO!! No flames please! Hope you found it slightly amusing! Cheers! – G.S.