InuYasha Fan Fiction / Kaleido Star Fan Fiction ❯ Shaolin Star ❯ The Fool: Creation from Nothingness ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Kagome woke up and stretched languidly, giving a genergous yawn so that even her tonsils could be seen by any williing viewer. She could hear the monks downstairs practicing their morning exercises. She looked out the window and groaned, realizing that it was still before sunrise. It had been their affirmitive yells and clamour that had woken her. She scowled mercilessly around the room, searching for some poor unsuspecting missle, like a teddy bear or alarm clock. The hairbrushes and barbells were long since gone, and though she usually kept a quiver of arrows on hand at all times, she'd emptied them on Kouga for stealing her sticky buns the night before and she hadn't had a chance to make more. So she settled for stomping over to the window and wrapping her dainty fingers around the sill and gripping it until her fingers bled white 'round the knuckles.
"Will you give it a god damn rest, OId man?!" She snarled viciously, snapping at her cooky grandfather who was leading the shaoling temple's monks throught their routine. Her grandfather perked up hearing his darling grandaughter's voice, but instead of giving her the usual sheepish snicker, he reached out and crooked an arthric finger in her direction. Kagome's brow furrowed at him and she stuck out her tongue, but she also unquestionably complied. Jii-san wouldn't summon her with such a serious expression if there wasn't a good reason for it.
She walked over to her ebony wood wardrobe and swung open the silver-handled doors. She pulled out her light green silk kimono with blue sakura petals on it. When she went to wash her face to finish waking up she caught a glimpse of the fresh snow that had fallen the night before. Smiling, she swept her hair up into an elegant but playful twist and pinned it with a ivory and silver comb, while studying the picture of the temple's greatest prodigy, and her grandfather's greatest disappointment. She smiled softly at the boy with the dark hair pulled back into a careless rattail, and lifted a single finger with a sparkling polished tip to trace the glass around his violet eyes.
He had been her best friend in the whole world, next to her brother, Souta. When he'd left she'd have sworn he took her heart with him, but she'd never been able to take him seriously. After all she had grown up with him. After you see so much of someone's bad side, you can love them with your whole heart, but if you were asked to live with it, you'd undoubtably run away screaming. A giggle bubbled from Kagome's freshly chapsticked lips as she remembered her last encounter with the monk.
She didn't wear any colors in her makeup, or her grandfather would yell at her for "wasting time on frivolous face paint when could be practicing." His sight was too far gone to notice anything too subtle though so she thankfully had some form of loop hole. She ran over and took down her ivory casmere cloak, throwing it around her shoulders. When she exited her room she ran into none other than Kouga himself.
Kouga had been waiting outside her door all night no doubt. He beamed a broad smile at her and leaned up against the doorway. "Good morning, Kagome, my love," he said slyly leaning in for the kill as she twisted her key in the lock quite deliberately. She sidestepped at the last second however, and Kouga wound up with a face full of stone wall.
Kagome found herself having a hard time restraining a giggle as she turned, shaking her head. She waved a hand over her shoulder, "Save it, Kouga," she chuckled and skipped off down the hallway.
She almost made it too the doorway before her mother spotted her. Just as she was passing by the kitchens she heard a lone energetic voice that could only belong to one person at 7:00 in the morning.
"Kagome!"
Kagome turned around and placed on a cheery but hurried smile. "Okaa-san," she said bowing briefly. "Jii-san's calling me. He's not exactly his bright and shining self right now."
Her mother bustled around the grumpy and frumpier cooks to reach her impatient daughter. "Yes, yes. He did seem quite put out about something," she commented nodding absently. "Have you seen your brother?" she asked suddenly very serious.
She shook her head. "Nnn," she said in a sort of non-commital grunt.
"Kagome!" came Kouga's voice from a distance behind.
Kagome gave her mother an apologetic look and dashed off towards her grandfather.
Sora took her bow for the last time on her Swan Lake Angel's Act performance. Leon's arm snuggly around her waist gave her great comfort, reminding her vividly of the night they had shared last night. It had only taken him hours after their first performance to ambush her in her dressing room. At first he'd stared at her...

"Sora," he'd started finally.
Sora watched with baited breath as he'd moved closer to her, closing the distance between the door and her seat before the large mirror in a surprising amount of time. Her eyes widened and she blushed at his tenacity.
"So did I pass?" she asked shyly smiling up at him, have dressed in her white feather costume, her hair only partially pinned up so far.
In all of her adorable beauty and his confusion at her question he found himself staring at her dumbfounded and only being able to utter a moronic, "Uhhh?"
Sora blinked and looked up at him innocently. "You know, am I fit to be your partner?"
Leon started. His mind drifted, looking distant for a moment, but slowly a smile creapt over his lips. "Yes, Sora."
"What was your memory?" She'd asked curiously, unnable to stop the question. He only smiled understanding perfectly.
"I remember when Sophie fell from her first trapeze jump. She wasn't really hurt but her pride was so deeply wounded that she sat in room and sulked for days. She'd only finally showed a smile again after I juggled all of Aaron's whiskey bottles and then cracked each one of them over his head, scaring the shit out of him. She'd suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. That was the first time she'd told me about her dream of a conflict free stage." He smiled at Sora sadly, but for the first time the wild look that usually took over his eyes whenever he was thinking of his dead sister,seemed absent, replaced by a gentle, liberated look. Sora was sure that her brother's performance must have been what inspired her hope of a stage that everyone could enjoy, no matter how sad or broken they might have felt.
Sora stepped forward and looked up at Leon softly and touched his cheek looking deeply into his eyes. Leon could only freeze in shock at first. Then, finally regaining his senses after being frozen gaze, he leaned forward and finally claimed the kiss he'd been denied since their performance two hours ago. Sora wasn't sure how to react at first, but as Leon ran his tongue along her soft pink petal lips, she parted them with a gasp, allowing him entrance. His right had slipped up into her hair and he pulled her closer to his body with his left arm. She felt his firmly muscled body beneath his outfit and nearly moaned out loud whenever she felt her core brush over his throbbing manhood. Leon's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bucked his hips against her at the feel of her warm heat. He placed her on the top of her make up table, and pulled back momentarilly to catch his breath. She leaned back and gazed up at his sculpted form, her heated gasps for air steaming in the cool morning air.
"Leon," she whimpered softly, reaching out her white nails that were detailed with delicate pink feathers and glitter; compliments of Marion. That girl was really something else with some nail polish. Leon's eyes darkened with lust at her neediness and he smirked, sliding his hands up her bare legs to part her knees. He quickly took the opportunity to move between them and grind his core against hers.
"Ooooooh god!" she panted as she felt nearly every detail of his flesh with only the slick fabric of their leotards between them. No one had ever touched her like this before, and she couldn't get enought of the friction of Leon rubbing his hips against hers. He moved his lips to her ear and panted his warm moist breath into it, making her wimper, mewl,
"You're going to pay for denying me the kiss when I gave you a chance to give me one in front of all of my fans," he said smirking. Sora's eyes widened and she flushed dark red and moan pitifully as he pinned her wrists with one hand above her head and thrust his hips against her deliberately all in seemingly one deft movement. His other hand found it's way to her nipple beneath the tight costume. He rubbed it gently at first then without warning, pinched it between his forefinger and thumb. His mouth traced moist kisses along her neck to her collar bone and down to the dip in the center of her throat. He lowered her hand towards her hips that bucked eagerly towards the contact. His fingers slipped against the wet fabric of her leotard and hs smirk widened into a fully satisfied grin as she began to writhe beneath his fingers.
Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. "Sora, perfornabce starts in five!" Ken called.
Leon and Sora looked at each other sheepishly as his footsteps faded away. Leon lifted his fingers to his lips and licked the fluid from his fingers. He smiled darkly at Sora and leaned forward, whispering in a threatening tone. "We'll finish this later.."

Ever since that night they'd been attached at the pelvis so to speak, much to May's chagrin. None of them really had time to worry about that though. A new troupe had moved into town and their star Trapeze artist claimed that she could do the Angel's Act better than Sora. Kikyou Higurashi was really something else. The boss was so threatened by her that he'd hired some Shaolin Monks in the past few months. They were proving to be quite usefull however, and Sora was looking forward to looking forward to working with them on their retaliation performance, "Alice in Wonderland." Leon nodded to Sora and she smiled. As she turned her head to jump, her vision swam and she wavered. She leapt towards the trampoline, as she blinked slowly trying to readjust her vision so she'd see only one trampoline. Just before she was going to land, her vision cleared and she realized the way she was landing she was going to hit the metal bars. Just as she realized this the stage went dark.
"What's up, Grandpa?" Kagome asked grumpily as she walked up the stone steps behind him.He put the weapon he was holding down and turned around to face her.
"Ah, Kagome!" He said jubuliantly. His face became serious. "Go pack your stuff."
Kagome choked and did a double take. "I'm sorry?!" she demanded, disbelievingly. "Jii-san, what the hell--?"
"Watch you language, Kagome. It seems Souta's run off to go join that fool Miroku at Kaleido Stage. You're to go and retrieve him." He said briskly and firmly. He turned around, signalling that there was no room for arguement. He peeked over his shoulder at the girl who was still gaping at him incredulously. "Get going girl, and don't think I haven't noticed those disco fingers! Get that god awful nail potion off of your fingers!!" he snapped irritably. Kagome huffed indignantly and stomped off.

Kouga whimpered from the hallway. "But whyyyyyyyy?" He asked for the thousandth time.
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Because whoever it is up there calling shots likes to direct my life via comedy," she grumbled bitterly signing the last of the shipping forms for her luggage and flipped through the itinerary that her grandfather had had prepared. Her eyes caught something interesting. "I'm going to be staying at a dorm house on the Takahashi estate just past the amusement park!" she said exicitably. She looked up and found her eyes sparkling with wonder.
Miroku had always spoke about the Takahashi's like they were good friends of his families. They'd been the ones to offer him a job through their talent agency at Kaleido Stage. He'd left, right after asking Kagome to bear his children. Kagome, though once might have considered to respond differently, had laughed in his face and walked away shaking her head affectionately. Miroku's antics didn't fool her anymore.
Suddenly she found to hand around her, groping her breasts invasively. Kagome blushed and turned around, smacking the wolf demon in the face. "What the hell is wrong with you Kouga?"
He looked up at her and pouted. "I don't want just any old mutt coming up to try and mark it's territory on MY woman!" he said, sulking and nursing his cheek.
Kagome looked at him and sighed irritably. Maybe leaving this place wouldnt' be so bad.