InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ ~* Danse Avec Les Rêves *~ ❯ It Begins ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Ok, I’m going to give the whole write a story thing another try. My other one isn’t coming to me anymore and I think that if I write something else, maybe I will get some more motivation.

First of all, this is nothing like what I wrote before. My first story was a Rurouni Kenshin fiction and it was more mystery (I’d like to think so) and definitely not revolving around dance. My motivation for this particular story will come from music.

I will be using terms that are most often acquainted with ballet, tap, and jazz. However, this will not be Inuyasha meets Nutcracker. More of my interpretation of what happens when my brain starts to function and music is forcing me to remember days from a LONG time ago.

It has been a few years since I have pulled on the pointe shoes and laced the ribbons so if you think the terms I use are incorrect, please be inclined to inform me.

This will not be anything (I hope) like “Save the Last Dance” or “Center Stage” even though I do like those movies, this will have only a tiny bit of motivation from them such ass the music and miniscule attributes. Please tell me if it seems too much like those. The story is pretty much about some of the characters of Inuyasha as young dancers just doing what they love.

‘thinking’
“speaking”

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha or the lyrics I may use.




~* Danse Avec Les Rêves *~







“And 5,6,7,8. And turn, split, bring them around, push up, walk over, swivel, kick, …. Swivel your hips more Kagome, Accent your hitch kicks* as if you were truly going to retaliate towards Kouga’s actions!”

The young man just continued with his acrobatics and watched as Kagome tried to execute the move with more anger, instead of grace. The criticism never ceased as another torturous dance class was in full swing while the notes of Michael Jackson’s “Scream” fueled the duos movements.

Kagome tried to improvise her normal courteousness into cold hatred and angst as the other students in the studio looked on towards the scene with wide and amused eyes. Unfortunately, it never seemed to be enough for that damn, stuffy dictator of a dance teacher.

True, Kaede Willows was an amazing instructor and once held an immense audience of adorers captivated with her once slender body and elegant choreography. Famous for everything she did and said. One of the supreme dancers of her time. However, her time as a young and fresh dancer had expired long ago as she withered and aged, yet did so with grace and dignity.

Sighing heavily and turning back to the source of the music, she let her wrinkled fingers glide over towards the button she was searching for and terminated the noise blaring from the speakers on the bare wall over the mirrors.

“Take a break, I don’t want to watch you dance if you are not going to interpret the song correctly.” With that she disappeared out the doorway and into the hall, leaving the two along with the rest of her pupils to do as she told them.

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‘I know that I have to pretend, but why pretend about … well physically hurting someone?’

Kagome’s brows furrowed together as she let the water wet her parched throat. Kagome had tried, she really did. Putting everything she had into her hitch kicks and fouettes* never seemed to work. No matter how violently she would force her leg up, it always seemed to look similar to the regal actions of a ballerina.

She was the best dancer in the studio yet she still needed to harness her emotions and truly feel the music and what it was telling her to do. Countless times, Kaede had relayed this information to her, always nagging her about giving her a new partner who would “whip” her into dancing shape.


‘Great, hopefully if that ever happens, he is nothing like Kouga’


A shadow loomed over her and then shrank as she looked up to see Kouga kneeling beside her. She felt her cheeks become flushed and he smiled brightly. If he only knew that it was far from what he really wanted. The blush was not from a cutesy little crush, but more from guilt.



True they shared a friendship, but more times than one, he had tried to goad her into a date or “something fun to do” after classes and college.

‘To take their minds away from the problems of their world,’ as he would put it.



“Hey Kagome, are you ok today? I mean you seem.” She cut him off before he could finish the sentence, already knowing what he was about to imply. Kouga was a nice guy, truly handsome and an amazing dancer. He was also one of her only friends.

“I’m fine, Kouga, you don’t need to worry yourself about anything, ok?” Quirking his eyebrow, his blue eyes narrowed as if he was trying to read her mind. With that, he just closed his eyes and smiled widely as he reached over to ruffle her sweat soaked ponytail.

“Ok folks, break time is up. It’s about time you get your butts moving. This time we will all do our center work. Starting with 10 jazz pirouettes* to the right followed by a jazz run in a micro circle around your area and then 10 more jazz pirouettes to the left.”

The day resumed once again as the smooth intro notes to “Canned Heat” filled the space of the room. Whines and moans could be heard throughout the building as repetition was amuck in Kaede’s lessons.


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The filthy air of the city stung the nose of Inuyasha as he stepped off the plane into his new home, his new country. This was not his idea of an upgrade in habitats. ‘Fuck you Sesshoumaru, I don’t give a shit if you don’t want me there. But still, why send me here?? And for what? College?’

“The luggage from Flight 5784 Japan to Boston with service from San Francisco will be arriving at pick up area 3 in the terminal.”

Walking briskly through the bustling crowd in the airport, he headed towards the respected area to locate his bags.


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There was always something about a hot bubble bath with candles and soft music that truly makes a girl feel at ease. Whether it was the feel of the water and bubbles gliding over bare skin, the glow of the candles, or the mushy lyrics to a Boy II Men song, Kagome didn’t care. She was feeling so wonderful and that was a rarity nowadays.

Lifting herself from the tub and wrapping a towel around herself, she drained the water, extinguished the candles, and ended the music.

‘And so the truth seeps out, nothing good can last forever, or else you’ll be wrinkled from the water and the batteries will die. Eventually, the candles burn out as well, only verifying the fact that nothing good lasts forever.’

As she wrung the water out of her hair, she heard a knock in the other room, signaling the worst; she had a visitor.



‘Peachy’



“Coming, hold on for a second.” Whining now as she raced down the small hall.

Rushing into her small room, she grabbed a top, not caring what it was, and threw a pair of underwear and sweats. Grabbing the towel she was using once again, she began to rub it furiously through her raven hair as she walked to the door and opened it.

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Walking throughout each room of his new apartment, inspecting all it had to offer and not offer, Inuyasha decided it was time to unpack. Thankfully, his other items in the boxes arrived safely before him and were already inside, due to the landlord he suspected.

As the task of unpacking needed things dwindled and ended, he realized that he had completely forgotten to bring batteries for his cd player.

‘Chikuso’

He had money, oh he definitely had enough of that for the time being. But he was not in the mood of walking all over a city that he had never been too, let alone looked at a map of it. Flicking his wrist up, he glanced down at his watch. 8:36. ‘Good, the neighbors will be up, I’ll just ask for two and then give them two to replace those when I get used to this place.’

Resolved on the course of action, he walked to the table that had previously been there and picked up his beanie, pulled it over his silver hair, and walked to the door and twisted the cold, brass handle.

‘Jesus is everything this cold in Boston?’

Shutting the door behind him, he went to the next door over and was about to wrap his calloused knuckles on the wood until a thought hit him. He knew no one, so what to do? Walking down to the main floor, he looked at the metal mailbox system that was utilized in this complex.

‘Weird people, Americans.’

Looking at the names on each plate, he came across a name that he knew was not American. Either that or the parents were truly screwed up.

~ Kagome Higurashi ~ Apt. 37

‘Well’, he thought to himself, ‘why not?’

Set on his decision, he climbed that wooden stairs, nerves on edge as the eerily creaked, begging for new wood in a cry only understood by handymen.

It turned out that his apartment was only four doors down from her own, on the other side of the hall. Coming to her door and reading the plate on it, he shook his head to rid it of any rude thoughts. As he raised his hand into a fist-like shape, he hesitated when the air turned from damp and cold to sweet and fresh.

An aroma of vanilla was hazing around the area of her apartment. It was a scent that caught him by surprise as he enjoyed, for a moment, the faint, wafting, and barely there breeze. Breaking from his reverie, his raised his fist once again and wrapped lightly once.

Nothing but the scent and the slight scattering sounds of music.

Not one for being patient and courteous, he raised his fist once again, agitated, and nearly pounded on the door.

‘Dumbass, why don’t you just break down the door?’

“Coming.” A faint voice sounded through the door in front of him. A faint, feminine voice.

‘What were you expecting, an all male apartment?’



He heard rustling on the other side of the barrier and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to occupy himself so that he wouldn’t lose his temper, short as it was. It wasn’t here fault that she took fucking damn long.



As the last though ran through his head, his ears picked up a squeaking noise as he looked down and saw the door knob, that damn brass knob, turning so that the door would open once fully set to the right.

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*1) Hitch Kick- A kick in jazz where you bring your knee up in a bent position towards your upper body and then use that motion to kick your other leg up straight as high as you can. It’s hard to explain.

*2) Fouettes- A turn that you use your leg for turning power, as you are on one leg, you bring the other out straight in front of you at 90 degrees or higher and then rotate it to the side of your body at 90 degrees or higher, then bring it down to your knee in a posse. A posse is where the tip of your pointed foot touches near your knee to make a near triangle shape since your leg you are at posse with is bent to the side of your body while the tip of your pointed foot is touching near the near either above or below. After brought into posse, you bring your leg straight out in front of you again at 90 degrees or higher and repeat.

If you don’t agree please tell me and then you can explain better to me.

Well that’s it for now. I can’t tell you when I expect to have the next chapter up due to my screwy schedule but I will aim for either next Friday or the next Monday. Don’t expect anything because next Thursday is my birthday and I plan o celebrating it. I don’t mean to sound bitchy but it will be the first I have been able to celebrate in a while with friends.

~kirei~

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