InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Choices, Choices... ❯ A Proposal ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Chapter 1: A Proposal

 

 

 

 

Kagome noticed that the statuesque young man was giving her the once-over. As far as she was concerned, it was she that should be criticizing him, however, with his air of nobility and odd hair. She began to wonder if that was natural, and it made her want to reach out and…

 

Snapping out of it, she realized he was rather expressionless. `Bored' would have been the best way to describe it, although as his eyes traveled southwards along her body, she could swear she saw his eyes widen, if not fractionally. She blushed a little, thinking he was just checking her out. She noticed just how handsome he was. His angular face was accentuated with a strong jaw line, covered in very light skin. His eyes were a honey brown, but when she shifted, and one of the setting sun's rays hit his face, she thought his eyes had turned golden; no, yellow. And then there was that hair. She guessed it was platinum blonde that had gone so light, it was practically white. But it had a silvery sheen to it, which made it glow - like moonlight. She was pulled out of her trance-like state when the young man finally introduced himself, extending a manicured hand that was attached to a well built figure clad in a grey, pin-striped, expensive looking suit, along with a crimson tie. She thought it may be Armani.

 

“My name is Sesshoumaru. I'm looking for a Kagome Higurashi,” he said in a monotone deep voice that melted her knees like butter in a microwave.

 

M-me? He… is looking for me?

 

“Er… I'm Kagome,” she managed.

 

“Yes,” was all he said, his eyes traveling down the length of her body once more.

 

Feeling a little self-conscious under his scrutiny, Kagome placed a hand on her hip. After a moment, she noticed she was touching her own bare skin. Looking down at herself, Kagome shrieked, realizing she wasn't wearing any pants. Sesshoumaru cringed at the sound, but Kagome paid no attention as she scrambled off to her room. She put on the first thing she saw; a pair of tight, black yoga pants and returned to her guest, her face almost the color of his tie. At least I was wearing underwear, Kagome thought as she smoothed her hair. If you can call a thong underwear…

 

Sesshoumaru sniffed at her. “I am one of the interns this year at Cohen & Cohen's. I believe you worked there this summer past?” he asked.

 

Kagome nodded.

 

Sesshoumaru looked down his nose at her. “Lovely manners, indeed. Anyhow, the senior partners, for whatever reason, were impressed by you. And seeing that they have a medical case on their hands, they wish for you to come back to work for them, as a sort of reference. They have sent me to deliver this package,” he explained, handing her the packet of papers.

 

“But… I have classes. How would I…” Kagome started, panic arising in her voice.

 

“I have classes as well, but I manage. I work there during my non-school hours and on the weekends,” Sesshoumaru told her, matter-of-factly.

 

“But I'm just a med student. Why don't they consult a professional? A… a real doctor?” she asked, almost pouting.

 

He found her disgustingly crude, yet intriguing. She was beautiful, yes. And apparently smart. Why she would answer the door in her underwear, he had no idea. I suppose she is also a little absent-minded. But no, Sesshoumaru had no time for romance, not if he was to become the best criminal lawyer in the country. Especially not with this girl, even if she is Japanese. And sought after by his bosses. And had legs that went on forever…

 

Sesshoumaru gave himself what he described as a mental shaking. “I do not know. Why do you not ask them yourself? It will be hard to refuse them. They are quite adamant about getting what it is they seek… It is one of the reasons I applied for their firm,” he told her, wondering why he added that last bit of personal information.

 

“Ah,” Kagome said while holding back a smirk, “you're going to be one of those attack-dog lawyers.”

 

An eyebrow quirked on his otherwise perfectly expressionless face. “I shall take my leave. I hope you will read the materials provided and respond quickly.” He nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

 

Kagome watched as the shimmering strands left her view, and she was left in the doorway, a little confused, but mostly flustered. She began to replay the recent events in her mind when her thoughts were interrupted.

 

“Oh my GOSH! Did you see that hottie?” Nikki exclaimed. “I mean, he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but… he looked like a God.”

 

Nikki noticed the manila folder and papers Kagome was fingering absentmindedly.

 

“Hey, what's that?” she asked.

 

A few seconds passed.

 

“And why are you standing in the doorway?”

 

A few more seconds. Kagome rolled her eyes at her blonde friend.

 

Nikki gasped, bringing her hands up to her mouth. “Oh my gosh, did Mr. God give that to you? Did he talk to you? What was he like? Were you a total spaz?”

 

Kagome was unsure of which question to answer first, but scowled at her friend for her last remark.

 

“First of all, breathe. Second of all, he came from Cohen & Cohen to give me this. They want me to work for them again,” she explained.

 

“Ooh… a lawyer? Wait, how would you work for them while you're at school?” her friend asked.

 

“I dunno. I have to read this junk and I'll decide later. In the mean time, let's get ready for tonight. Where are we going?”

 

Nikki crossed her arms. “Well, you better decide right, because I need you on the weekends more than they do!” she said huffily. “And we're going to Mansion. They're having some sort of promotion tonight with some local rock band.”

 

“Aah, I knew we wouldn't stick to our original plans…” Kagome said, squinting at Nikki. “Wait… how are we getting there?”

 

Nikki smirked.

 

“Nichole Bridgette London! Don't you dare go off on your own with Jason and leave me alone tonight like you did when we went to Riverfront!” Kagome shouted, throwing slaps at her friend.

 

Nikki laughed, slapping back. “Yeah, yeah, I promise not to abandon you. Besides, we gotta find you some boo-tay…”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Nik. Anyhow, how're we dressing tonight?”

 

“Duh… Rock concert - we're gonna be rockers!” Nikki said, clapping her hands excitedly and running to her room.

 

Kagome felt like it would hurt to roll her eyes yet again, so she just sighed, retreating to her own quarters.

 

An hour and a half later, Kagome emerged from her room, glowing and proud. Clad in an oversized, over-the-shoulder, slouchy red top, a fringed miniskirt which was layered over ripped fishnet stockings, and knee-high black boots, she tossed her now-wavy hair.

 

Nikki had to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. “Whoa! That looks great, Kagome! Maybe I should change…” she said, referring to her own ripped jeans and tiny tank top.

 

“I will kill you if you spend any more time getting ready, Nik,” Kagome threatened.

 

Nikki giggled, changing the subject. “Your hair looks great, too. Very rocker-chic. What did you use, gel?”

 

“And hairspray…” Kagome started, not realizing that the damage had been done.

 

Before she knew it, her roommate was gone; now encircled in a cloud of hairspray in her bathroom. Kagome sighed, sitting on the sofa. Soon, she heard the blonde's cell phone ring, and Nikki came into the living room, shutting her phone.

 

“Jason's here!” she announced.

 

Kagome eyed her friends' newly spiked ponytail enviously. “The hair looks great, Nik. So, where are we eating?”

 

“I dunno… Let's go find out!” she said energetically.

 

The girls grabbed their purses and phones, locking the door behind them and heading down the stairs towards the waiting car.

 

 

Content with the Indian food they had eaten, the threesome made the popular journey to South Beach and proceeded to spend the next forty minutes - along with half of South Florida - to find a parking spot that wasn't valet. Finally finding a spot, they climbed out; Jason digging through his pockets for change to feed the meter. After putting in enough coins to last a few hours, they began to walk the several blocks to the club they had planned on going to. There, they waited in line for another half an hour before reaching the doormen, getting in and squeezing their way to the bar nearest to the stage.

 

“Drinks on me, ladies. What do you want?” Jason asked them.

 

They looked at each other, and Nikki nodded to Kagome, who turned towards the bartender.

 

“Mojito, please,” Kagome yelled over the music to the burly man.

 

The bartender nodded, obviously checking her out as he turned away to make the drink. Nikki laughed, noticing the obvious attraction he had, and Kagome's angry look, despite how handsome he was. Kagome's mind was drifting somewhere else. Thinking of the handsome, stoic man who was at her home earlier, she tried to recall his name.

 

Sesshoumaru? What an odd name. Definitely Japanese. Killing…

 

Nikki grabbed her arm, jolting her out of her daze and pulling her towards the dance floor. Since the band was still setting up behind the curtain, the house dj was playing hip-hop, and Nikki began to swivel her hips to it, trying to get Kagome to dance with her.

 

Kagome laughed. “Hel-lo! I need to get my drink first!”

 

She reached for the tall glass with the mint sprig sticking out of it, and noticed that Nikki was ordering a Sex on the Beach, making eyes at the bartender. Kagome almost died laughing when she spied Jason out of the corner of her eye, giving both Nikki and the bartender some very dirty looks. Now that all three of them had their drinks of choice, they began to dance, the two girls gyrating against each other, then sandwiching Jason between them. He loved the attention he got, with two beautiful women grinding against him. He especially liked whatever Kagome was doing; he had always liked her, but she was untouchable to him, so he went after her best friend instead.

 

When it was nearly one a.m., the emcee began to announce the band.

 

“Okay, everyone. I hope you're ready. This is who you've all been waiting for… Give it up, for `Shards of a Jewel'!”

 

The crowd cheered, welcoming the drummer first; a grungy looking man. Then came the bass guitarist, a skinny, sad-looking young man. Next, to Kagome's surprise, was a woman, the keyboardist; a tattooed, skinny girl with no expression. Finally, the applause intensified as the crowd realized the lead guitarist was coming out. Kagome was shocked as she watched a young man come out with white hair, jeans with holes in them, a wife-beater tank top, grungy sneakers, and a black baseball hat. She watched his movements as he gave the crowd a weak smile and announced the band members' names as well as his own. They began to play, and his scratchy, growly voice sang the lead vocals.

 

Kagome stood mesmerized by his voice, but what she kept thinking about was his name. It kept rolling around in her head as she grasped for reality. Inu... yasha? Dog… demon? Another Japanese guy? Why would he have such a name?

 

Kagome took a sip of her drink, looking over at her friends, who were simply enjoying the music. Looking back at the stage, she found herself staring into the eyes of the lead guitarist. He turned his hat backwards as he sung, and Kagome swallowed hard when she realized he was staring right back at her.