InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Promises Last Forever? ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

This is my first FanFiction post…or story…or whatever. I hope that you people like it. I decided to use my own experiences to write my first one, since it would make it easier to write. Of course, they're embellished a bit…my life sux. LOL. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Eventually, I think I'll make one using the actual storyline of Inuyasha. And guess what. I LOVE INUYASHA.

AH…the disclaimer. I almost, almost, almost forgot. I don't own Inuyasha. Or any of the other characters. Maybe one day when I'm rich and have actual power and authority…….but we'll save that for another day.

Prologue

They say life is not worth living unless you live it up. That if you aren't remembered then you never existed. They say a lot of things, but I personally think that they - whoever "they" are - should watch what comes out of their mouths. You never know to what extent people take these sayings to heart…

The Drill

*Ooh, move your body girl, make the fella's go, the way you ride it girl, make the fella's go…* The boom box was blaring as it sat on a red picnic-table type bench outside a high-school cafeteria. It was the outer eating area, but you could see what was going on inside through the huge windows lining the cafeteria. There was a girl on the table, dancing, oblivious to the world around her. It was quite a sight.

*Whoa! Take it slow, turn me on. Club gets warmer Body moves closer One with the rhythm Don't stop moving You're making me HOT! * At these words, the girls eyes opened, and the girl's trademark smirk flashed across the eating area. A single "uh-oh" was heard, and before you could blink your eye, the girl's innocent movements turned into a seductive dance, or maybe more like a flow to anyone who watched. At those words, everyone's head turned to watch this girl.

Meet Kagome Higurashi. She had the body, the looks and the mind to make any guy - yes, any guy - fall into her trap. She was not the school's playgirl, oh no. She left that to Kikyou - she was a complete slut and didn't have the brain to pull the kind of stunts Kagome could. Kagome was the school tease. Deliciously sexy and sweeter than candy, with an air of naiveté that made her the ultimate forbidden fruit of her high school.

And she knew it.

The few selected boys that she allowed herself to be with did not have to speak; the sole fact that the day after she spent a night with them left them stupefied. It was rumored her skills in bed were legendary. And that talent carried over into her dancing. She was queen of them all. Tango, waltz, swing, ballet, tap, jazz, but her specialty was hip-hop. Her flow was amazing. She could pull stunts that no one else could. Her dancing could grab the attention of anyone - the guys all wishing they could dance with her and the girls all wishing they could dance like her.

The song changed to "Dip it Low" by Christina Milian, and she grinned during the intro, bending down to up the volume on her radio. She allowed those boys who crowded nearest to her to catch just a glimpse of what she had going on up her skirt…which was a lot. She started to swing her hips from side to side, like she was grinding with someone, making her tight jean skirt go up higher with each movement, revealing more and more leg that had already been showing. Her shoes helped to accentuate her movements - in the four-inch stiletto sandals she was wearing she had to keep moving, or else risk slamming down flat on her face. But she was the only girl who could run the mile in those same shoes, so she had nothing to worry about, did she?

*He says he wants you, says he needs you, the talk is real, why not let him wait for you… Take your time, feel him out, when he's a good boy and I mean a really, really good boy, why not let him lay with you…* As if on cue, she broke into the dance style she was famous for - the sensual yet sexual flow that make her look like a complete goddess. She walked to the beat on the table, as if on a cat-walk. With each step she swung her hips, her ass moving in a way almost indescribable.

*Dip it low, pick it up slow, roll it all around poke it out, make your back roll. Pop, pop, pop that thang, I'mma show you how to make your man say, oh!* She followed Christina's directions during this chorus, her ass leading the way as the rest of her body followed, moving as gracefully as a cat, with the flow of a stream.

She continued dancing, finishing the song, and then stepped down from the table, grabbing her boom-box. She walked over to her friend, Sango, and smiles sweetly at her.

"You enjoy all that attention, don't you?" she asked, grinning as if she already knew the answer.

"Every minute of it." Kagome winked at her friend, and turned to leave. "I'm putting this back in my car, you know the drill."

Sango nodded, and Kagome walked off.

The drill was a basic procedure that occurred after every one of Kagome's performances. Basically, Sango searched the surrounding area to see if there was any guy unaffected. If so, Kagome made sure they got special attention later that day. Kagome usually referred to the lucky boy as her `prey'.

Sango was Kagome's best friend. They had known each other when Kagome moved to this town in eighth grade, and even though there had been two other girls in their group then, Sango and Kagome had been best of friends, even after the four of them split apart in their freshman year. It was now their senior year, and Kagome was determined to make history.

Now, please don't think that Sango is a push over. In fact, she's anything but that. She is actually one of the most strong-willed and fierce-hearted people Kagome knew. It was just that Sango preferred to be, uh, somewhat normal in her relationships, and not break every heart that she came across. Kagome, however, didn't mind one bit. In fact, Sango felt she had some right. Kagome may abuse it…but that's another story.

Sango scanned the eating area quickly, trying to hit every guy before Kagome's effect wore off (which took a while, but still). She saw this one guy who was sitting rather closely to where Kagome was standing and dancing. She didn't recognize him at all. He had very long silver hair, and amazing amber eyes that seemed to reflect the sun. He was wearing a baseball cap, a tee-shirt and a pair of loose jeans, and Sango found herself thinking about how very…cute he was. No, that's an understatement. Hot? No… Absolutely gorgeous? That was getting there. But it would have to do for now.

However, no matter how hot his body was, his amber eyes were cold and his face emotionless. It seemed like he had this unbreakable pride. He was trying to rouse Miroku, the boy sitting next to him. Miroku was the school's biggest pervert. He got more out of squeezing some poor girl's ass than a recently dumped girl got out of a box of chocolates. Which is saying a lot.

"Spot anyone?" Kagome asked with a smile. She secretly hoped she would get to do some follow-up work today. For some reason, she was in an especially good mood. And it seemed like no one could bring her down.

"Yeah…this one kid…" Sango motioned over to where Miroku was sitting. Kagome looked over Sango's shoulder to see who it was.

"Who? All I see is Miroku, and from the looks of it, he's still enjoying my performance. It's amazing. No matter how good friends we are…" Kagome chuckled lightly to herself.

Sango turned around, only to find out that Kagome was right. The silver-y haired boy was gone.

"He was there a second ago…" Sango said helplessly.

"Oh, well." Kagome sighed, heaving her shoulders. "You'll point him out to me later. Come on-we should go. If we can beat the rush out of here, we might not be late to English. Not that it matters…" And with that, the two girls left, giggling madly at Kagome's lack of respect for any authority.

An: Yeah…I keep forgetting to put these things. PLEASE review!! If I don't get any, then I might not continue. Then again… I may just cuz I feel like it. But please review. I like knowing people actually care. Even though they don't.