InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chasing Mushi ❯ Where Are You Going Kagome? ( Chapter 1 )

An:Hello Minna! This is my first story on AFF. so please be nice.^_^'

 

Disclaimer: I don' own Inu-yasha or that cute brother of his.

 

Josh:*pops out of no where* What did you say about whose bother being CUTE!

 

Satari:*sweat drops* sorry puppy. damn possessive boyfriend.

 

Josh:*Macho* You know you like it babe.

 

Satari:*sighs in defeat* Whatever. On with the story!

 

Josh:HeHe, I win!!!

 

Satari:Shut up!

 

Chapter 1: Where Are You Going Kagome?

 

Kagome was board, dead board, so board that she was about to fall asleep, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that her composure was slipping. You're probably wondering why that's a problem. Well it isn't except Kagome's a Goth. Yah you heard me, a badass chick who never smiled. There's the other problem, she was smiling, and couldn't stop, because Kagome was board! Nightclubs always made her like this.

 

She was sitting at a corner table in the “Deadly Fang Lounge” watching the other people dance the night away. Her friend Sango had insisted she join her, and so here she was sitting in a barrowed, skimpy, bairly-covering-all-nessisary-body-parts, black dress trying to hide from the world. She always hid. Where her mother got that dress or ever had the time to wear it, Kagome didn't want to know, but it was black and so she had to live with it. `I swear sometimes I think Mom and Sango are long lost cousins or something. When they gang up together beware.' Kagome shuddered at the thought. Her mother had insisted she go with Sango the moment she found out. Together her mom and Sango cornered her in the hallway and all but dragged her to her Mother's room to “get ready”. `More like a torture session'. After two hours of primping, washing, and nagging she had stepped from the room looking like a completely different person. More like a prep or a cheerleader whanabe. Her friend Sango had said as much as an after thought, after assuring Kagome that no one could possibly recognize her.

 

Though she was only 16, the “Deadly Fang” was an under age nightclub. From the start of the evening, which was punctuated when Kagome walked through the front doors to immediately be ogled by the male population of the club, she had begun to curse all such clubs, after of course, running to the table at which she now sat to hide. `Maybe I could sneak out of here without Sango noticing.' Kagome pulled momentarily from her thoughts to search for her friend.

 

Sango and Kagome had been friends since the dawn of time, which meant they had known each other since before kindergarten. They had gone through everything together and even if they wanted to they couldn't avoid each other: their mothers were best friends as well.

 

“Damn” Kagome muttered under her breath when she located Sango. She was dancing with some guy. But that obviously wasn't the problem with the situation. They were dancing right in front of the exit. “Damn plotting basterds.” Kagome was thoroughly convinced that today was the apocalypse. First she'd started to smile without the prompting of Sango or some photographer and she had allowed herself to be brought to this place looking like a cover model for Seventeen! Now her best friend, weather consciously or unconsciously, was blocking her only rot of escape from this madness. “Damn, damn, and triple damn.” Kagome muttered again when her gaze landed on a group of boys eying her up from the moc bar at the other end of the room. One of them, a boy with his long hair up in a high pony tail and sporting a brown wife beater that defined his well muscled chest and black baggy pants started to make his way towards her. It was obvious that he wasn't watching where he was going because he bumped into a couple that was slow dancing and almost fell. Kagome rolled her eyes. `That guy is so cheesy'. The near fall apparently hadn't affected him in the least because he was soon standing in front of her table.

 

“What's a pretty little thing like you sitting here for when you should be dancin' out there?” His voice sounded gravelly and it was overly apparent that he was trying to do a James Dean impression but was failing miserably. `What an airhead.' This should be amusing.' Kagome had to stifle her near laughter by coughing. Then a thought struck her. She didn't laugh publicly either. `My god, I gotta' get out of here!'

 

“The name's Shitenma, Kouga Shitenma. May I sit down?”

 

His voice pulled her once again from her thoughts.

 

“I'm sorry but there's only one…” she then noticed that he had pulled a chair from a table near by to hers and was making to sit there with or without her consent. “ Ah…go ahead.” She changed her tone to one of a temptress. Kagome wasn't having a good day and this sap was just the thing the doctor ordered, and by god she was going to have fun with this.

 

(AN: Kagome is going to demonstrate one of the many ways to both humiliate and get rid of an obnoxious boy. Ladies pay attention!!!)

 

“So babe, you didn't answer question.”

 

“What question?” Kagome asked innocently, giving this Kouga guy a coy smile. This was almost too easy. The boy was so dense.

 

“Why are you sittin' here alone babe, you should be out there dancing, pretty girl like you.” Kouga gave her a suave smile and a wink. Kagome pretended to blush by lowering her head as if to study the table.

 

“I hurt my ankle so I can't dance.” She said in a saddened voice.

 

“Aww, that's too bad babe. If you want, I'll keep you company.”

 

`I bet you would' She thought dryly, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. “I would like that. Thank you.”

 

“Hey are you thirsty babe, I'll buy you a drink.”

 

`Hmm, this has possibilities.' “Yes, I am a bit thirsty.”

 

“Oi waiter!” Turning his attention back to Kagome he added. “So what's your name babe?”

 

`So mister obvious finally got to that line.' She batted her eye lasses at him and answered “Sato.” Rule #1: never give them your real name.

 

“Sato, well sweet name for a sweet girl.” Kouga tossed he another wink, which she immediately giggled at. (AN: hehe sato means sugar in Japanese. That was a joke. Laugh Damn You!!!)

 

“What can I get chya.” A board looking waitress appeared to the right of Kouga, pad at the ready and cracking the big wad of bubble gum in her mouth.

 

“Well babe?”

 

“Umm…” Kagome pretended to think. “A Cherry Coke.”

 

“Make that two” Kouga chimed in and the waitress disappeared into the crowd.

 

(AN: *Pauses for a Dance Break* Stray Cat Strut Rocks!!! I'm listening to the radio for Christ's sake. I'm not that big of a geek…..yet. ^_^'''Hehe)

 

In no time the waitress whose name was “Candy” by the name tag on her sharp collared blouse came back with their drinks. Kouga, who seemed to have completely forgotten about Kagome's presence except for the occasional “babe” or “sweet heart” thrown in at odd intervals while discussing at extensive length his great success on his high school's football team as their quarter back, was momentarily shut up when he took a swig of his coke muttering something like “'bout time”. That was all the time Kagome needed. `Time to get rid of this lame brain.'

 

“Oh opps!!”

 

Kouga set his glass down on the table hard, too hard, it almost broke on impact. “What is it babe?”

 

Kagome gave him her best puppy dog eyes and pointed under the table. “I dropped my compact.” He looked at her strangely so she pouted and said, “Would you be so kind as to get it for me?”

 

“Course babe.” Kouga bent under the table to retrieve the alleged compact. Quick as lightning, Kagome picked up both her and Kouga's drinks and placed them on his back saying in the most innocent voice she could muster, “Ohh my, Kouga it seems our drinks have found a new table.”

 

Kouga's back stiffened and his muffled reply came out as a nervous laugh. “Ha Ha very funny babe. Come on now and takeem' off my bad eh?”

 

“Oh but Kouga, baby, they look so happy there.” Kagome's voice was all but dripping false innocence and sweetness. Kouga's next reply was not so joking.

 

“Aww, come on Sato, don't be so cold babe, takem' off.”

 

“You know I think that's the first time you used my name during this whole conversation.” And with that Kagome or Sato got up and headed for the dance floor to oust out Sango.

 

Hakkaku and Ginta stared at the sorry picture that was their boss.

“Ginta, Hakkaku, get your sorry asses over here and take these damn glasses off my back stat!” Kouga yelled over the blare of the music.

 

“Should we help him?” Ginta asked his brother. Hakkaku shook his head in disgust. “We have to, he's been our boss for, like, ever.” Nodding at the same time they both grabbed a glass and set Kouga free of the trap. Unfortunately, Kouga was far to eager to be free of his prison and knocked his head on the not so clean top of the table bottom (AN:@_@ did that make since?). “Ow. Damn that bitch is gonna' get it.” Kouga growled while rubbing his head.

 

Ginta nudged Hakkaku in the ribs “You tell him.”

 

Hakkaku nudged Ginta right back “No you.”

 

Kouga turned on them, pinning them both with a dagger throwing glare, “Tell me what?”

 

“Ahh” they both looked at each other and gulped, Ginta spoke up.

 

“Ahh, Kouga, well that girl you where kind'a talking to…um…well she left and ahh..”

 

“You have gum in your hair.” Hakkaku finished for him.

 

Kagome found Sango dancing unsurprisingly near the exit, but surprisingly with the same guy as before. Normally she would be thinking of someway to use this odd phenomenon as blackmail in the near future, but she was a girl on a mission, which was based on the fact that she was not acting normally.

 

“Ahh, Sango”, Sango didn't seem to hear her so she tried again, a little louder “Sango!!!”

 

`Sango must have a brick wall between her ear drum and the outside world.' Kagome thought dryly. Creeping up right next to her friend's ear and, receiving a rather startled look from the boy Sango was dancing with, yelled as loud as she could, “SANGO!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

Said party jumped in surprise and turned in the arms of the pony-tailed boy she had been grinding against. “Oh Kagome, you scared me…” She began to babble extensively about one thing or another, while the boy holding her merely shook his head in amusement, smiling at his love.

 

“Ah Sango.”

 

Sango continued to babble on,” This is Miroku and…”

 

“SANGO!!”

 

“Wha?” Startled to her senses Sango shut her mouth with an addible snap.

 

“Thank you. Now Sango will you please answer the question I've been trying to ask you, and don't!” She cut her friend off before she could say anything. “Try to explain anything else to me, I believe I understand.” At this, the boy, Miroku, raised an eyebrow in a questioning manor, but said nothing. “What time is it?”

 

Sango checked her watch and looked at her friend quizzically while stating “It's 11:31, why?”

 

A look of dread crossed Kagome's usually placid face. “Oh God, I'm going top be late!!” Her scream had barely reached Sango as she had already fled through the exit.

 

“Going to be late for what?” Sango finished lamely.

 

She stared at the swinging door before her. `Wow, Kags has really lost it this time, although this is not much different than the incident with the closet and the pink bunnies.' She smiled at the memory.

 

Sango came back from LaLa Land when the pare of arms around her waist tightened softly. A smoky voice whispered in her ear, “Do not worry about her my dear Sango, I am certain she is all right.”

 

She sighed as she leaned into her lover's strong embrace. This was the only place they could meet each other in secret, since she was legally under age and the couldn't meet anywhere else. He chuckled softly and began to suck her neck. Moaning lightly, Sango replied, “I'm sure you're right Miro, it's just sometimes I…uh!”

 

Sango's face turned deep red and a vain popped out on her forehead. “MIROKU!!” The pervert in question made a weak attempt and a laugh before a reverberating slap was clearly heard through the dance hall.

 

 

 

Satari: Hello minna! This is the first Fic. I've decided to publish, so be gentle ne?

 

Josh: Gentle is for the weak.

 

Satari: Ooo, Joshie why can't you be nice to our readers, just this once?

 

Josh: I wasn't insaltign them, I was insalting you!

 

Satari:*begins to tear*

 

Josh: Uh…

 

Satari:*begins to cry* Wahhhhhhhh!!!!

 

Josh: Umm, babe don't cry, please baby don't cry cause I said something stupid. You know I love you.

 

Satari:*sniffs* You..you do?

 

Josh: You know I do.

 

Satari: Yay! *Starts to dance the crazy “I'm loved” dance*

 

Josh:*Shakes his head* Well I surpose Satari's going to want at least 2 reviews before she updates again.

 

Satari: Puppy!! *Clobers Josh*

 

*End*

 

An: Well that's the end of the first chapter. Tell me what you think, and as my puppy said I want at least two reviews before I post Chapter 2: Bad Boy And Mushi

JaNe

 

 

 

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