InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ ~* Danse Avec Les Rêves *~ ❯ Rude? ( Chapter 2 )

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Ok, sorry for that, truly I am. Some things have been altered in the chapter, not many. For those of you have have already read this and reviewed, thank you again, and I apologize as I always do.



^Motivation^ (I decided to put this part to show which songs I got inspiration for this chapter from so
that people can listen along and feel the mood or just get an idea of what I was thinking.)

1) A Reason - Hoobastank (this song will play a HUGE part in up coming chapters)




Disclaimer: Inuyasha and anything associated with the production is not mine. I love him but I can't have him


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Recap: 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, he raised his fist again and this time made contact, wrapping lightly once.

Nothing. Nothing but the wafting scent and the slight scattering syllables 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 too 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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~* Danse Avec Les Rêves - Chapter 2 *~



Kagome Minami Higurashi, nineteen year old sophmore student attending the prestigious Boston College.
Originally from Tokyo, Japan, she decided at twelve that she would go to Boston College after seeing pictures
of the immense city that shared similarities with her own home. Along with the happy thoughts of bustling cities,
pictures of ballerinas and flashy purple dancers on the oppostie page of a magazine highlighting Boston's aspects
pulled her in for sure, hook, line, and sinker.



Being a major in Anthropology/International Affairs had always been her dream. Ever since taking her first
English class in grade school, she was enamored with studying people all around the vast world. However, her true
joy and love for life always emerged when she was dancing.



Dancing was the oxygen that allowed her body to cirrculate, to grow not only physically, but with it's own
independence and want. She could be anything she desired when she slipped on her worn in pointe shoes and laced
them up. Swiveling the toe in rosin and practicing her arabescque*, she could truly believe that she was Odette who
had been transformed into the still beautiful swan. She could never imagine a time where she was not dancing. She
didn't think that possibility would ever arise.



Kaede, the instructor for many of the college's arts programs was more than willing to take in the Japanese
girl after watching her motivating and stellar scholarship try out. Luckily for Kagome, it seemed that the music and
choreography she had collaborated worked like a charm.



In no time at all, the young lady was balancing school work and dance classes rather well. The only thing
Kaede wanted her to focus on was centering herself and collecting her emotions. The old friend suggested making
more friends.


It wasn't that Kagome didn't have friends, in truth she was a sweet and intelligent girl who's face was always
graced with a smile. Of course, that was her freshman year. She was now in her second year in Boston and finding
that centering her emotions was not something she could focus all of her soul into. Maybe she really did need more
friends, some people to just have around.

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It was nearly 9 o'clock when she twisted the door knob to her apartment door. It struck her as odd that
someone was actually knocking at her door at this hour. It wasn't late, but it wasn't particularly early either.


As the door inched open, she met a pair of brown eyes, yet there was a hint of gold jagging like lightning
in the ocean of ordinary. It was quite intriguing. So intriguing that as she studied the youthful face of the young man
in front of her, she was caught in some sort of daze. She saw his mouth, his lips propelling words that never found
her ears.


After searching his eyes once again, witnessing them widen, his midnight eyebrows rise in question, she
shook herself from her trip into dreamland and did the polite thing.



"Why don't you come in?"


What was wrong with her? She didn't even know who in the gods name this man was and yet she was inviting
him in as if he were a friend from class. For all she knew, he could have been from one of her classes but she ruled that
out, fully knowing that she would be able to notice eyes such as his after only seeing them once. They held her breath
as he stepped passed her extended arms towards the inviting interior instead of the dim hallway.


'What in th hell did he ask me?'



"My name is Kagome, Kagome Higurashi," extending her petit hand outwards towards his own as she turned
from securing the door, "I don't think I know your name, however."



He just seemed to stare at her hand as his stiffly made contact with her own while she shook his lightly. 'Name?
Right, name.'


"Inuyasha, umm Inuyasha Kusanagi. I'm new around here I suppose. I trasferred from Tokyo University. I'm going
to be a junior I think." Gruffly dropping her hand as he noticed her own hand stiffen around his.

"I don't mean to be rude, but, I forgot why you said you came up here, my mind was....preoccupied." Snorting
softly, she cursed herself as she sounded like a day dreamer. 'Smooth, girl, reeeaal smooth.'


His oddly colored orbs widened on their own accord and she was silently betting that he though she was insane.
On the contrary, he was wondering about orgins and other sorts about the girl.


"I, um was wondering if you had any batteries that I could borrow. I need double A. I really didn't want to go
out cause I'm not really familiar with the area." Well put, he thought he may have even sounded sensible for a few
seconds. Kagome smiled brightly at him and disappeared almost as fast as her hand was dropped. Even more
remarkable was how she appeared in an even smaller amount of time.

"I completely understand, here you go. Will six be enough to last you for now?" She handed him the packet
of batteries as she spoke while he was still trying to figure out her trick


Coughing to stop himself from being rude, he replied as best as he could, "Yes, this will be fine. I will pay you
back later. I'll bring up money tomorrow-" she cut him off as he was about to turn, "Don't be silly, you don't owe me
anything. Just think of it as a gift from one Japanese to another."


That caught him by suprise, well not fully seeing as though it probably wasn't that difficult to figure out. But
something caught him as he was about to turn the knob once again that night. Everyone thought he needed help, they
all thought he would be nothing if it weren't for Sesshoumaru. Something in him snapped, urged him to let into her for
even daring to help.


Turning back to her again, his face screwed in annoyance and she could have sworn his eyes flashed gold as
she backed up a step in precaution. Her heart was racing while his brows furrowed in fury.


"Feh, wench, I need no charity, you'll get your money. I need no pity." And with that, he forced the door
open trying to keep his temper intact, completely forgetting her courtesy towards him. Slamming the door shut, he
strode down the hallway to his own apartment and dug in his pockets for his key hastily. Fumbling with the only key
he had, he shoved it mercilessly in the door and cranked it open.



Throwing the key down to the ground like a hot coal, he leaned against the wall and slid down in defeat.
Once again, he fucked up. He didn't even know the girl for all of five minutes and his god awful temper had to once
again rear its hideous head.



Pushing himself up, he looked around the bare room, congested with brown boxes, and began tearing
through each box, on a mission to locate his precious belongings. After a few minutes of restless searching, he
beamed in triumph, Kagome forgotten for the time being.



The next task was far and beyond the call of duty, as he skimmed the ceiling for possible areas of
interest that would be able to stand the test. An eye hook in the corner of the room seized his attention and
another mien of victory held upon his visage.


After the task at hand was finished, a ratty, old punching bag hung off the eyehook. As he was about
to unbutton his shirt, a beat he recognized flew into his ears and he found himself bouncing to the beat and moved
towards the bag, fists out and ready to attack while he imagined a large brute was eyeing him, ready to splatter
his blood. The music was entrancing and soon he was dripping sweat as he continued to pummel the defenseless
bag.


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Not in all her life had she met such a confusing man. He was so polite before and then those words, just
thinking about them made her cringe. How crude and aggrivating, she just balled her hands into the pillow she was
now holding. When she got in these sort of moods, dancing was the only sedative.


Placing the pillow back onto the couch, she reached for the remote and switched the stereo above the
Tv on, allowing it to pick a song for her. Not really caring what came blaring from the speakers, she let her body
lose itself on the beat.



Remembering what Kaede had told her, she resolved on trying her hitch kicks once again. 'Think aggresive,
think that the beat is your moderator. Aggresive.'


With her mantra imbedded in her mind, she loosened her legs, bending slowly forward to ghost the floor
below her toes. After the stretching had warmed up her calves and hamstrings, she believed it was the best time
to try and execute the perplexing move. All the while keeping the beat with her hips and her torso, she moved
towards the apex of the room away from the couch and proceed in kicking her left knee up and propelling her
right leg, nearly popping it out like a bullet from a gun.


As she felt her leg snap upwards, she felt her esteem rise a bit and fell out of the move, turning to do a
few pirouettes* and transitioning into a series of chennes*.


You know the natural high you get when you accomplish something you worked towards for such a
tourtuous amount of time that you would throw tantrums when it wouldn't come? The feeling drown Kagome
in a sea of increased happiness.


She sighed and automatically felt idiotic as she felt the perspiration sheen on her body. Not in the
mood for another visit to the bath tub, she cut the music along with the lights, deciding that it was time to
call it a night and get some rest.



'No wonder you have no friends, while everyone else is out having fun, you're in here being uptight
and feeling bad for yourself while you could be out having fun as well.'



It wasn't as easy as her inner voice made it seem.



As she made her way to her room but stumbled when she kicked something and heard the sound
of plastic skidding across the tile of her tiny kitchen, signaling she had kicked whatever it was. Reaching for
the light, she waited as the lights flickered on when a package of batteries caught her eye.



'He left them, I thought I handed them to him?'



Now fully curious, she wanted to give them to him, sort of like a peace offering. True she was angered
by him, but she was never one to hold a grudge. Deciding she would give them to him tomorrow, she carried them
to her room and prepared for a restless sleep that followed her every night.



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Light flooded into her eyes, partially blinding her as she reached over groggily to turn off her offending
alarm.


Another day, another series of exhausting notes before she was able to return to dance lessons. The
only depressing thought about today was the fact that it was practically the start of the first semester.



Each semester she told herself that thigns were going to be different. She would make friends, fall in love,
do things normal college students might do. As she drug herself to the bathroom to take her shower, she looked in
the mirror only to turn away quickly, scared by her own apperance.



'Scaring away people is not on my list of things to do today, shower it is.'


As the water soothed her skin, she practiced her positions while cleansing her skin and hair. Feeling better
as always, she pushed the lever downward and turned the water off. It was going to be a good day she decided.




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*Pirouettes - Pretty much like fouettes except you keep turning and you don't move your leg. Your leg stays bent
at the knee, and the tip of your pointed toe is either touching the knee or above it and you turn.

* Chennes - I'm not sure if I spelled it right but it is where you turn continuously going in a direction with your legs
parallel and you are on releve. Releve is just rising up onto the balls of your feet


There are 6 positions that are familiar to ballet.

1st- you stand with your feet point outward, in opposite directions and the touch at the heels. To achieve
this, just stand with your feet out in front of you, legs together and raise you balls off the floor and
swivel your heels out and try to get your feet at 180 degrees from each other.

2nd - Close to first except you have your feet shoulder length apart.

3rd - An odd position where you stand with the heel of your right foot touching the middle of your left foot
and your left foot is out to the side, the right is at about 180 degrees the other way.

4th - Similar to third except you have your legs apart with one in front of the other, about 6 inches from each
other and they are 180 degrees from each other.

5th - Similar to 3rd except your feet are touching together and they are still 180 degrees from each on the side.

6th - An odd posistion mostly for jazz where feet are parallel just like when in first you start at that position
before swiveling them.



I hope this helps at all, if not feel free to comment. I know this chapter was slow and dull, but it is a filler.
Feel free to review and flames are accepted because I like criticism.

-KireiHanyou Ko-

Once again thank you to my reviewers!!!!!!