InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kagome vs. the Modern Era ❯ Miko, Kitsune, and Karaoke ( Chapter 7 )

Thank you to all the readers so far, and a special thanks to my two reviewers, kitsunegirl48 and Nyuka!

As long as people read the story, I have no problem writing more. I really don’t have a specific plot in mind, but if you have ideas or suggestions, they are most welcome. I tend to just make things up as I go. I’m sure some of the best stories and ideas out there have happened this way.

The song in this chapter is “Underneath Your Clothes” written and originally preformed by Shakira, with music by Lester Mendez. It happens to be a favorite of mine. It’s quirky and cute pop, but the lyrics are pretty wicked.

Ja ne!
--sammy_sakura

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Kagome unlocked and opened her apartment door, thankful to slide off her shoes and relax and little before her date with Kurama in just a couple hours. Her lips still tingled from their parting kiss just minutes prior.

Kagome let out a long sigh and flopped on her giant, comfy couch face first.

The flashing lights on her answering machine caught her attention. ‘What does that say? Twelve new messages? I supposed most, if not all, are from Keiko-chan.’ Kagome had already found nine frantic voicemails from Keiko on her cell phone as she and Kurama walked to her apartment earlier. ‘Hopefully Yusuke has calmed her down and explained what happened by now. The nerve of that baka for even thinking that I would drag Keiko into that mess. I guess he’s just as protective of her as Inuyasha was of me at one time, so I really shouldn’t get too worked up about it.’

Kagome now had about an hour and a half before Kurama would be picking her up. ‘I suppose I should start getting ready. I’ve never been so nervous about a first date before, even after everything we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours.’ Explicit snapshots of naked kitsune and other scenes from last night flashed in her mind for a couple seconds, and she found her body immediately reacting. ‘Has it really only been one day? I just can’t find a reason to regret last night. Everything about Kurama feels right and Kami, so good. Being with him is so different from being with Inuyasha.’ Kagome winced at her unconscious comparison of the two as she undressed quickly and hopped in the shower. ‘No. I won’t compare them. Inuyasha opened the door to my heart and body. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be able to be so forward and open to Kurama’s affections.’

Under the stream of hot water, Kagome tilted up her shampooed head in a silent thank you to her hanyou companion. ‘I hope you are well, Inuyasha, wherever you are.’

Kagome wrapped her body in fluffy towel and headed to her bedroom to decide on what to wear for Kurama. Kagome had taken quite an enthusiastic interest in fashion since moving to Tokyo, one of the fashion capitals of the world. She was even considering entering into design school and a couple months ago, Kagome had even attended several sketching and art classes at nearby Tokyo University.

At first, Kagome had shown no interest in attending college, mainly because she had barely escaped the failure of her high school equivalency exam. She also felt taking that step would confirm her biggest fear of succumbing to a mundane existence and becoming just another sheep in the flock. She really was thankful for Mama or Jii-chan for not pushing her to attend college. They realized that she was very special, capable of determining her own future, and could not be forced back into the path of normalcy; although, Jii-chan hinted several times that Kagome could always take over priestess duties at the shrine. Kagome had frowned at that suggestion immediately, leading her to further accept that getting away from the shrine would be in her best interest. Luckily, her father had left more than enough money to provide for Kagome so that she could take as much time as necessary to adapt back into the modern world before pursuing career options.

Now, skimming through the contents of her closet, Kagome eyes lit up when she came across a recently purchased cerulean blue cocktail dress. The garment was a shade or two brighter than Kagome’s eyes, which is why she had originally bought it. The dress hung loosely off her frame nicely, hitting at just mid-thigh, where it was not scandalously short, but could show off her long legs. The dress was also had short sleeves and a slight v-cut neckline with an empire waist accented by a thick, black band just under her bust line.

‘This will definitely do,’ thought Kagome as she laid the dress out on her queen-size bed. She slipped out of the towel, tossing it in the hamper, and sauntered over to her bra and panty drawer. She chose a lacy pair of black, cheeky boy shorts that hugged her hips and backside and a matching, lightly padded bra with lace details. Admiring her selection in the full-length mirror, she nodded in approval. ‘Maybe I can get a second opinion from Kurama,’ she supposed with a coy upturn of her lips and a lascivious glint in her eyes. Next, she applied a light, jasmine scented lotion on her legs.

Fifteen minutes of hair and makeup later, Kagome slid into the dress, and threw on a pair of black, patent leather platform pumps from her closet. Before exiting her room, she also dressed her neck in a delicate silver chain with a small, silver heart charm.

She inhaled a breath when she felt Kurama’s aura approaching and exhaled when he rapped lightly on her door.

When she opened the door, Kagome smiled and greeted, “Hello, Kurama.”

He reached for her hand and laid a gentle kiss on the back of it before returning her greeting. “Good evening, Kagome. You are looking exceptionally gorgeous tonight. All this for me?”

Kagome smirked and replied, “Quit trying to sweet talk me, Kurama-kun. I believe we are way past that point, ne?” His deep, seductive chuckle made her shiver.

“Never. You are definitely worthy of such praise. Or maybe I should prove to you once more what your delicious appearance is capable of doing to me?” replied Kurama, his emerald eyes hazing over slightly. He tugged her body closer to his and nipped her bottom lip, seeking entrance to that sweet mouth of hers, which she enthusiastically complied. Kurama pulled away after a few seconds, or maybe minutes, that Kagome found to be extremely too short. It was his turn to smirk. “Dinner first, then dessert, Kagome.”

Her head still mildly spinning from the lip-lock, Kagome responded breathily, “H-Hai. Let me grab my purse and lock up.”

After a short cab ride downtown, the pair made their way to Kurama’s favorite authentic Italian restaurant, Bella Roma. They were escorted to an intimate table for two in the back, so they could talk privately. Kurama purchased a bottle of fine Pinot Grigio, which the waiter poured after taking their orders. The two chatted about their families and laughed over stories from their respective journeys, oblivious to the envious males and females also occupying the restaurant.

After the waiter took their plates away, Kagome sipped her wine as Kurama cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Kagome, as you have already mentioned, we are very similar. For so long, I’ve had to keep an entire part of myself a secret from all those who do not know of youkai. I have never truly been able to give my affections freely to a human because of what I am.” He paused to gaze into Kagome’s eyes, as if willing her to understand what he was trying to say. “I was attracted to you the minute you set foot in the restaurant last night. When I felt your miko aura and learned that you are aware of the Rekai and Makai, I was actually quite relieved I wouldn’t be required to hide my youkai nature from you. I know we’ve only just been introduced yesterday and although things progressed rather rapidly, which I do not regret in the least, I would like to be allowed to formally court you. Do you accept?”

At first, Kagome’s face was expressionless, as if contemplating, but not quite understanding his question. As realization dawned, her eyes widened, and Kurama was blessed with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face. Wordlessly, she leaned over the table to peck him sweetly on the lips. She sat back and finally opened her mouth,

“Kurama-kun. I’m glad we can agree that it’s been one hell of a twenty-four hours,” Kagome bit her lip, “and I’m very happy to accept.” She laughed lightly when the normally cool and confident Kurama released a relieved sigh.

Maybe it was the wine or the giddiness of becoming Kurama’s official girlfriend, but half an hour later, Kagome was practically dragging Kurama down the street and into a popular bar for young adults, which had a karaoke contest going on.

Kurama resisted the urge to cover and protect his sensitive ears from the overly obnoxious, high-pitched female squealed version of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” being torn apart and massacred. He felt Kagome squeeze his arm to get his attention and lead them over to two unoccupied barstools at a table in front of the stage.

Kagome giggled and said, “I take it this is not your kind of place, Kurama-kun?”

“Hai. I rather enjoy keeping my hearing intact and avoiding loud, drunken renditions of tired pop songs. I suppose I can endure this for you; however, I do expect some type of payment later,” drawled Kurama, running his eyes over Kagome’s delectable form.

“Sounds promising. I’m going to get us drinks,” Kagome started to get up, but was stopped by Kurama’s warm touch.

“Nonsense, allow me. I’ll return in just a few moments.” Kurama disappeared through the curtain of bodies surrounding the bar.

When he returned to their table five minutes later, Kagome was missing. Briefly he scanned the room, cursing the odors of heavily perfumed females and cigarette smoke clouding his nostrils. Just then, Kurama spotted Kagome, but she was up on stage looking directly at him holding up a microphone to her cherry colored lips.

‘I want to make you squirm with desire, Kurama-kun,’ thought Kagome, as her mouth up quirked up into a sexy half-smile at the aforementioned redhead.

Kurama arched a curious, interested eyebrow.

The DJ to the far right of the stage nodded at Kagome and began to speak. “Next up, we have Kagome Higurashi, dedicating a song to a special someone in the audience. Make sure you show this kitten some love!”

The melodic introduction to the song floated through the room, and Kagome shut her eyes and started to lightly sway.

“You’re a song written by the hands of God,
Don’t get me wrong,
Because this might sound to you a bit odd.
But you own the place,
Where all my thoughts go hiding,
And right under your clothes is where I find them.”

Kagome snapped her crystal gaze to Kurama, as she began the chorus:

“Underneath your clothes,
There’s an endless story,
There’s the man I chose,
There’s my territory.
And all the things I deserve,
For being such a good girl, honey.”

Her seductive, sweet voice never faltered as she repeated the chorus again and continued to keep her eyes locked with the widening pools of green. Preparing for the next verse, she started to make her way closer to the front of the stage.

“Because of you,
I forgot the smart ways to lie.
Because of you,
I’m running out of reasons to cry.
When the friends are gone,
When the party’s over,
We will still belong to each other.”

Kurama never broke eye contact with the devilishly sensuous female stalking towards him. He listened to every word flowing out of that wicked little mouth of hers. Kurama was powerless against the onslaught of emotions this vixen stirred in him. Speaking of stirring, his dick was already responding to her actions as he began mentally ripping Kagome’s clothes off and visualized pounding into his girlfriend mercilessly.

Kagome sang on and repeated the chorus twice.

“I love you more than all that’s on the planet,
Movin’, talkin’, walkin’, breathin’.”

Kagome tinged an adorable pink, completely forgetting those lines of the song in her previous perusal of the lyrics; however she never flubbed or struggled with it.

“You know it’s true, oh baby, it’s so funny,
You almost don’t believe it.
As every voice is hanging from the silence,
Lamps are hanging from the ceiling.
Like a lady tied to her manners,
I’m tied up to this feeling.”

As the interlude played, Kagome leaned down to press a searing, hot kiss on Kurama’s lips. Kurama made to push his tongue into her mouth, but Kagome pulled back and sauntered to her original position in the middle of the stage to finish the song.

‘As soon as this song ends, we leave. That vixen’s voice will be so hoarse from screaming my name that she won’t be able to speak tomorrow!’ growled Kurama to himself. He downed his drink, and Kagome’s.

“Underneath your clothes,
There’s an endless story,
There’s the man I chose,
There’s my territory.
And all the things I deserve for being such a good girl,
Ohhh…”

Kagome winked and curtsied to the audience when the song ended. Their wild hoots and excited clapping echoed off the walls of the crowded bar.

Kurama met Kagome at the bottom step of the stage. Without words, he gently grabbed her hand and hastily cleared a path to the exit for her. Once outside, he spun around and crushed his mouth against Kagome’s. He nibbled insistently on her bottom lip, and when she opened her mouth, his tongue slipped inside to caress and encourage her tongue to entangle with his. They parted reluctantly and Kurama placed his left arm around her waist. Kagome never noticed that she was being led in the opposite direction of her uptown apartment.

After all, his place was much closer.