InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Scenes ❯ Take 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Behind the Scenes

Chapter Three

Lady Persephone

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“M-miroku,” Sango gasped as his mouth trailed across her collarbone. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp as he continued his intoxicating ministrations. Sango reached a steadying hand up to her head. Formerly groomed charcoal ringlets that had long since fallen into messy waves over her shoulders - more or less, sex hair. She tightened her thighs around Miroku's middle and he groaned into her skin.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, sucking and nipping gently on the sensitive skin of her neck. Even in the middle of her passion she scoffed and leaned back briefly against the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

“Shut up,” she commanded huskily, bringing her lips to his and effectively silencing him. Her artfully crafted Gucci mini-dress had been unceremoniously shoved up around her waist. Her bra lay uselessly on the floor. This man worked magic on her that she had never felt before. His lips were like butter gliding across her skin. Sango was positive her heart would burst from her ribcage every time he ignited the sensitive nerve in the small of her back with his fingertips. Her breath hitched in her throat as he blew lightly between her breasts. “Miroku,” she moaned softly, hands running through his hair once more. He smiled at her devilishly, a finger teasing the elasticity of her panties. She grinned at him hungrily and brought her lips to his ear, sucking gently. His finger stretched further and he groaned.

Of course, then he nearly dropped her when they were interrupted by a load banging at the door. “C'mon! I really gotta go out here!” Someone called in pained desperation.

Slipping out of their passion as soon as they had come into it, Sango snatched her bra from the ground and fumbled with the clasp. Miroku, whose shirt had been unbuttoned and untucked from his dress pants, came up calmly behind her and secured her bra. Sango blushed furiously at the realization of what she and one of Hollywood's most notorious womanizers had almost done.

Miroku buttoned his shirt slowly, watching the young woman in front of him. She slipped her heels easily into the back of her stilettos and buckled them hurriedly. Digging frantically at the bottom of her clutch, she produced a small pouch of cosmetics. Sango leaned into the dimly lit bathroom mirror and caught his eye through the reflection. She immediately reverted her gaze and began to dab concealer over the purple bruise forming at the base of her neck.

He had seen Kikyo's publicist before, and contented himself with admiring from afar, a feat he rarely accomplished. She had seemed so untouchable - too good to be true. Sango was only a couple inches shorter than him with long model legs and a small waist. He brought himself back to the moment, only seconds before, when those beautiful legs were around him and his lips had been -

“What are you grinning about.” She snapped angrily, running a tube of `peach fuzz' lipstick across her mouth rather aggressively. “Remembering, my dear Sango.” He confessed, stalking behind her quietly and slipping his hands around her stomach. She froze, words momentarily caught in her throat.

“Well, that's keep it at that alright?” She pushed his hands off her and stuffed her makeup away. “Listen, our reputations...” He raised a playful eyebrow at her and she rethought that statement. “My reputation is at stake at least, so lets not tell anyone about this okay? I don't really want to be known as another one of your conquests.” She straightened her dress primly and turned to the door. “Let's keep everything strictly professional.”

He was behind her again, his lips hovering above her ear. “If that's what you want...Sango.” His breath was warm and subtly stirred the hair tucked behind her ear.

Sango shivered, as if to shake off his words and opened the door as she snapped her clutch shut and pulled the jeweled strap over her shoulder. Sango tilted her head towards him, as if she was too preoccupied to face him completely. “It's Miss Tanaka.”

She strode out of the bathroom with her chin held high, the click of her heels echoing formidably the empty hall. Miroku watched, mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walked away. His mouth hung slightly agape in wonder. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He smirked at the kitchen boy dancing at the doorway and pointed after Sango.

The boy shrugged, “Can I use the bathroom now?” He paused for a minute and grinned slyly. “You've got lipstick on your ear.”

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“I cannot believe you,” Kikyo hissed angrily between gritted teeth. Her fingernails dug deeper into InuYasha's palm as she dragged him out of the theater. “Texting in the middle of a premiere! Our premiere!” he winced as she buried black Chanel nail polish coated fingers deeper into his hand. He would have snatched his hand back the moment she had begun this unusual torture but he did not want to risk a scene. People had begun to file out of the theater behind them. “Who the hell is so important that you had to contact them in the middle of the movie!”

“Miroku,” He was surprised at how easily the lie slid off his tongue. “The bastard disappeared halfway through and didn't have the decency to let me know he was leaving. That jackass is my ride.” Kikyo sighed heavily, reluctantly acknowledging the legitimacy of his excuse.

“Next time, let it wait. What if someone noticed? If an actor can't even sit through his own movie without distracting himself, why should thousands of hardworking Americans waste their money and time?” He ran a free hand through his hair tiredly, trying his best to block out Kikyo's nagging. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “If you're not going to take this movie seriously, why should I bother pretending to date you to promote it?”

“You're pretending to date me?” He asked, raising his eyebrow teasingly. He was silenced with a sharp glare.

“This isn't a game.” She released his hand and he immediately retracted it to his side, out of her reach. “I'll see you tonight at the villa.” His expression remained blank. “You didn't forget did you? I'm throwing a party at my villa tonight.” Nothing. “Argh, forget it. Talk to Miroku when you find him. My ride is here.” Kikyo took a step closer to him, placed her hand gently on his chest, and eased her mouth tenderly onto his. The camera's flashed.

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“No Eduardo, no. I'm telling you for the fortieth time, no.” Kagome snapped irritably. She paused, listening intently to the man on the other line and straining to understand him through his thick accent and the Stone Age service area the limo offered. She nodded to Kikyo as the actress climbed into the limo but didn't speak. “Fine. Fine, yes we're on our way there.” Without any warning Kagome closed her sidekick and leaned back against the leather seat tiredly. “I think I'm getting a migraine.”

“Who was that?” Kikyo asked, hiding a smirk.

“Ugh it's that damn caterer!” Kagome threw her hands up in the air, “It doesn't matter how many times I tell him that six of our guests are deathly allergic to nuts - he still wants to put peanut sauce on the pasta and almonds in the salad!”

Kikyo frowned and gnawed at the base of her nail. “An attempted murder charge is the last thing I need right now.”

Kagome nodded and flipped open her sidekick once more, scrolling to her messages. “Have you heard anything from Sango? I haven't seen her since the beginning of the showing.”

“No... No I haven't.” Kikyo shook her head thoughtfully, propping her elbow on her knee and resting her chin in the cup of her hand. “You know, InuYasha's publicist, Miroku, disappeared halfway through as well.”

“You don't mean that womanizer from last year's charity ball do you? I think that guys name was Miroku as well.”

Kikyo nodded grimly. “The very same.” Suddenly both women looked up, silently exchanging their suspicious.

“Sango wouldn't - ”

“Of course Sango couldn't - ”

“She could do so much better - ”

`It would be so beneath her - ”

“Right.” Both women laughed nervously and shook their heads quickly, displaying their embarrassment at entertaining such a preposterous thought. It was just a preposterous thought, after all. Right?

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“Sorry ladies. Not tonight.” The bouncer snapped the red velvet rope into the gold ring on the other side of the entrance. The women in front of him gasped dramatically.

“But we were invited!” The brunette cried, flipping pin straight locks behind her shoulder.

“Your not on the list,” The security answered flatly, sparing a quick glance at the clipboard tucked beneath his arm and roughly shrugging off the young woman trying to cozy up to him, leaning affectionately against his shoulder.

“Impossible.” The woman beside the brunette announced haughtily, running a tube of florescent lip-gloss across her mouth and admiring her reflection in a tiny compact mirror.

The bouncer sighed frustratingly and nodded to the man behind the determined would-be guests who nodded back and shoved his way past them, ignoring their shouts of protest. He unhooked the velvet rope and allowed the man past. He was about to physically shove the annoying girls onto the pavement when he caught sight of a poshly dressed young woman politely excusing herself through the line.

She smiled when she caught his eye. “Charlie!” The woman squeezed by the group of rejected partygoers and planted a friendly kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, I had to have a quick word with the valet.”

Charlie shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin. “Get in there Kagome.” She slipped into the villa, past the red rope. Next thing he knew, the three uninvited lips attached themselves to his face. It was going to be a long night.

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Sango maneuvered through the crowd expertly. Kissing cheeks, shaking hands, and introducing herself. She was Kikyo's publicist, after all. A pair of new arrivals caught in the corner of her eye and she suppressed the urge to groan and pretend to be on her cell phone. Miroku walked toward her, swaggering slightly, one hand shoved casually into the pocket of his Armani suit. InuYasha walked beside him, eyes running across the faces of the room. If she had given it more thought Sango might have suspected him looking for someone. She had no time for suspicions though.

She unconsciously straightened her back and walked toward the movie star and his publicist. “Mr. Takahashi,” She greeted kindly, shaking his hand. Miroku would not stop staring at her as she blatantly ignored his presence. “Kikyo is waiting by the dining hall.” InuYasha nodded gruffly to her and then to Miroku, excusing himself.

Miroku grinned as his friend and employer disappeared into the throng of partygoers. “So, Sango, are you always this cold to the object of your seduction?” He murmured lowly, pressing his lips against her knuckles. She immediately snatched her hand away and rubbed it against her dress.

“Oh please,” she snapped quietly, a warning smile playing on her mouth. “We both know that I did no such thing. And I thought we agreed to keep this strictly business?”

Miroku ignored her undisguised rejection and smiled charmingly. “Sango, my dear, how on earth do you expect me to just disregard...to just forget such a passionate moment?”

“We didn't do anything.” She insisted through gritted teeth.

“On the contrary, my dear Sango,” He whispered, fingers trailing down the length of her bare arm. “We nearly did everything.”

“Sango! Sango there you are!” Kagome walked up to the publicists smiling brightly, excusing herself from the rock star she had been chatting up. Miroku took a quick couple seconds to identify the woman strolling easily towards them. She was Kikyo's personal assistant. They had met in the limousine just this afternoon. He took a couple longer seconds admiring her figure and the way her loose red mini dress fell over curves considered somewhat unfashionable in the era of size 00. Nonetheless, it was something to take a moment and appreciate. “Hello, Sango!” Kagome turned politely towards Miroku. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your date?” The champagne Sango had been drowning suddenly sputtered back into her glass.

“No, no, no, no,” Sango took a breath and glanced warily at Miroku's too innocent smile, “This here is Mr. Miroku Watanabe, InuYasha's publicist.” A sudden glint of recognition sparked in Kagome's eyes. “Hello, Mr. Watanabe, it is a pleasure, once again.” She smiled warmly. “Did you enjoy the premiere?”

Miroku's grin never wavered. “Unfortunately, I was forced to step out for a moment towards the end.” Kagome raised a curious brow. “Business,” he answered her unspoken question smoothly.

“Well look, Kagome, we have work to do, so lets not waste any more of Mr. Watanabe's time.” Sango latched her arms around Kagome's and began to drag her through the crowd, throwing Miroku an annoyed glare.

His grin nearly consumed his face. “Till next time, Sango!”

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“Sango! What did my arm ever do to you?” Kagome hissed softly, yanking her limb out of Sango's vice-like grip.

“Wha-oh Kagome I'm so sorry.” She apologized quickly, embarrassed by her lack of control over her emotions.

Kagome crossed her arms expectantly. “Well?” Sango stared. “Don't think you-” She stopped suddenly and began to dig hurriedly through her clutch. “Don't think you don't owe me an explanation about that guy!” She whispered quickly, bringing her phone to her ear. “Hello?” Sango took her friend's moment of distraction and slipped stealthily through the party. “Hello?” Kagome repeated, watching Sango disappear from the corner of her eye. She would grill her for details some other time.

“Kagome?” The voice on the other line was low and rattled over the shaky connection.

“Yes, who is this?” She asked slowly, trying to place the voice with the face quickly in her head.

“It's Yash, from last night.” Static.

“Hello?” She repeated.

“It's Yash.”

“Oh! Yash! Hey, how are you? Sorry I'm at a party and I'm having a difficult time with this connection.” She explained loudly, pressing the speaker harder against her ear.

“No problem. Listen I was just wondering if you got my text.”

She blushed. Yes she had gotten the text. She had been too “preoccupied” to answer at the time. “Yes, yes I did.”

“So are you free?”

She hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time since she'd been on a date. “Sure.” She almost felt him smile through the phone.

“Great. So I'll get your address later.”

“Wait, uh where are we going?” She asked worriedly. You never know when it comes to guys you meet at bars.

“That's a surprise!”

“B-but how am I supposed to know how to dress?!” She asked frantically, hoping he wouldn't end the connection too soon.

“Casual. You'll be fine. See you at seven.” Much to Kagome's dismay, the line went dead. She stared helplessly at the blinking frozen call time on the screen of her cell. What now?

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InuYasha smirked to himself and slid his phone back into his pocket. He could tell he had frustrated her. He wasn't going to lie, it had been pretty amusing.

“Hot date?” a voice asked from behind him. InuYasha turned to face Miroku, leaning casually against the wall. He sighed. It would have been so much simpler if Miroku hadn't found out.

“Maybe.” He answered coolly, taking a sip of red wine.

“InuYasha,” the publicist warned seriously, “You can't be so nonchalant about this whole situation. Imagine what would happen if somebody saw you out with another girl while you're supposed to be dating Kikyo!”

“I wouldn't go as InuYasha, dumb ass.” Another swig of wine. “Besides, I met her as a hanyou. So no explanation is necessary.”

“Is she the girl you met last night?” Miroku questioned suspiciously, taking a step closer to the celebrity. InuYasha shrugged. “You are such an idiot!” He slapped said celebrity upside the head.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“You're an idiot.” He repeated firmly. “You left Kikyo's party and transformed without changing clothes. Someone might have seen InuYasha, famous actor, go into the bathroom and seen some nameless hanyou come out with his stuff! They might have thought you were some mugger!”

“But they didn't.” InuYasha reminded him.

“But they could have!” Miroku insisted, running his fingers through his bangs.

“It's not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Miroku asked darkly. “This could mean the end of your career if someone found out. You know that. Don't be stupid.” InuYasha gulped the rest of his wine. “It could really mess things up for Kikyo too. If she comes out looking like the fool she won't let you off easily. We're talking law suits.” InuYasha continued to ignore him. “Listen, just cancel your date or whatever it is. I don't need this right now.” InuYasha raised a dark eyebrow but let it drop. It didn't appear that Miroku was in any mood for negotiation.

“Fine, whatever.” Miroku let out a long relieved sigh he wasn't aware that he had been holding.

“Good, good.” He glanced back at the party. “Listen, get in there. Mingle. Look like a couple with Kikyo.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” InuYasha left his wine glass on a side table and reached back into his pocket as Miroku stalked away, shoulders slouched. His phone was vibrating.

421 North Heliotrope Towers, Los Angeles

Apartment 1125

See you at seven.

He smirked. What Miroku didn't know couldn't hurt him.

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Oh my goodness! I am sooo sooo soooo sorry for the terribly long update. I've had a rather stressful couple weeks. I've been having more trouble with my therapist and E.D. and then my boyfriend was hospitalized for a lacrosse injury. I should be used to it though, he's always hurt in football, but still. He broke a rib and had some internal bleeding. Then my grandma basically went senile. I keep telling myself “this year of high school will be the worse. It can only get better from here.” but apparently it can.

Ugh.

I don't really like this chapter much either. It seems to choppy. Not great flow, you know? That's another reason I didn't post as often as I promised. This chapter bugged the hell outta me. I'm really glad it's finally over.

Thanks for being so patient with me. Review :)