InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fenced ❯ Is This a Date? ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven: Is This a Date?

Kagome fought valiantly with the ridiculously broken shoe locker as she attempted to get her chemistry notes form the thing. She hated the locker, it seemed most of anything she put inside got eaten by the stupid thing.

“Allow me.” a silky smooth voice interjected and her locker popped open at the light punch from a male fist.

“Thanks.” she said turning to her rescuer. She nearly had a heart attack when she spotted Naraku there. He was as usual wearing the school uniform messily, with the shirt un-tucked and his tie absent. His wavy black hair was tied in a small, low tail and his red eyes were trained on her. She fought the urge to squirm.

“It was my pleasure” he said calmly stepping into her personal space so she had to press her back against the lockers. She hit into the cold surface and watched as one of his arms came out to pin her in on one side of her head. The other hand stayed in his pocket casually.

It was intimidating.

“Um... I have to get to class” she muttered.

“I know” he said softly “but I would like to take you out to dinner this evening” he said “that would be all I need as thanks.”

Over his shoulder she saw Ayame wink knowingly at her and decided to just go with it. He couldn't possibly be that bad right? She had to be overreacting.

“Sure, but I have to work until six.” she said.

“Then I will pick you up at seven,” he grinned triumphantly. “where do you live?”

***

“What's got you so damn jittery?” Inuyasha demanded as Kagome changed the channel on the television for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was nearly six o'clock and hence nearly time to go home and Kagome's nerves were getting the better of her.

“Shut up.” she growled “I'm not against neutering dogs.”

Wisely, Inuyasha stopped talking. It seemed he did have some self preservation instincts.

The time soon came for Sesshoumaru to walk Kagome and her brood home and by that time the Miko was so wound up she was liable to explode.

“What is it Kagome?” he said shortly. “You are becoming annoying.”

She hissed at him and scowled at her shoes “I'm going on a date with Naraku tonight” she confessed, and I think I'm a little nervous, maybe.”

A date? With Naraku. Judging by what he'd heard her say earlier she hated the idea of going out with him. In fact it sounded more like she'd rather go out with anyone but Naraku. It had sounded like she wanted to go out with him. Sesshoumaru scowled.

“Are you sure you want to?” Sesshoumaru asked.

“Of course, or I wouldn't have agreed.” she frowned at the half truth.

“It sounded like it was more what your friends thought” he said “earlier you were not so enamoured with him”

There was a pause as his words sunk in. “You were there? I asked Ayame and she said there was no one!”

“I can conceal both my sent and my aura” he said.

She was bright red by this point. “So you heard everything?” she squeaked.

He smirked “I was under the impression you wanted me”

That snapped her out of her embarrassment enough to allow some anger to flow at his words. “You know what? I told them what I'm going to tell you, I don't like you. And I am going on this date whether you like it or not!”

Sesshoumaru raised a brow. “I never voiced an objection.” he grinned then “Would you like me to stop you? To become jealous?”

”You're an insufferable jerk, you know that right?” she snapped as she rounded the corner into her street. “I don't care, I just told you!” and with that she stalked into her flat, the two children following her quickly to keep up with her infuriated strides.

He frowned darkly. He felt... uneasy about her going on a date with someone she obviously didn't trust. He would have to do something...

***

The ambiance was comforting. It was a little Italian bistro with low lighting and the cultured scent of oregano and thyme. There were candles in wine bottles and circa 1890 posters, she found it confusing that there even was an Italian restaurant in their small town. Naraku informed her it was owned by his uncle who had lived in Italy for seventeen years.

Naraku came dressed in what could only be called a `smart casual' way. He wore a dark red shirt with black jeans and his hair was loose around his shoulders.

Kagome, who had about zero dating experience, had panicked when she realised she was expected to put clothes on for a date. She had no idea what to wear and subsequently grabbed the first thing she found. As such she was sat there in a t-shirt designed to look like the top half of a kimono, with an obi and long billowy sleeves, and her favourite, much abused jeans.

She hoped she didn't look as uncomfortable as she felt.

“Are you okay Kagome?” Naraku asked snapping her attention back to him.

“Um... sure”

He chuckled “It doesn't look like it.”

“I guess I'm just nervous” she muttered.

“Don't be” he reprimanded.

“Can I take your order?” a waitress materialised at his side.

He was about to answer when a harsh wind ripped through the restaurant knocking the waitress to her knees and nearly overturning the tables, the candles all flickered out.

“Shit” Naraku swore as he glanced towards the door expectantly.

The door flung open, the poor little bell jingling so hard it fell off, and a woman stepped into the restaurant.

Kagome stared at the beautiful girl. She was around Naraku's age, tall statuesque and full of an appealing sort of confidence, it wasn't quite arrogance. Her brown hair was coiled into a bun and held in lace with ornate chopsticks and she was wearing an unfamiliar school uniform and an expression of murderous intent.

“Naraku!” she yelled “what are you doing? Are you dating someone else?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Kagome turned on Naraku who looked panicked at the prospect of being attacked on both sides.

“Kagura, come now please just calm down” he pleaded.

“You know what?” the woman asked “I don't think I will.”

And with that she turned and left the restaurant; keys jangling from her hand.

“Shit, she has my flat keys” he stood, grabbed his coat, and fled.

The waitress stood back up and turned to Kagome “What was that?”

“Honestly? I have no idea” Kagome admitted, blinking a few times.

“So do you still want to order?” the waitress asked dubiously.

“She does” a bizarrely familiar voice cut in and Kagome looked round to see Sesshoumaru stood there, looking innocent. Innocent was not an expression his face muscles were really capable of, instead he merely looked smugly innocent; she hadn't even realised that was possible.

“Hey!” Kagome protested: she was ignored.

“Um...” the waitress looked stunned; after all it was not every day that an Adonis walked into the restaurant.

“If you would just allow us a minute to look at the menu?”

“Sure” she breathed before walking away unsteadily to seat the latest arrivals.

“Don't look so smug” Kagome warned.

He smirked and sat in Naraku's recently vacated chair. “And why would I be smug?”

“My date was a disaster?” she prompted and then paused “what are you doing here anyway?”

“Due to your worry about this date I believed that following you would in all probability be the right course of action.”

“Are you stalking me again?” she asked raising a brow in speculation.

“I have told you, deluded human, I am not a stalker” he said.

“You should consider it as a career, that sparkling charm would release you from the tightest of situations.” she responded shortly.

“Hn” he said.

She grinned devilishly “Were you jealous?” she asked as she twirled a strand of hair around a finger and quirked an eyebrow.

“No” he replied bluntly “were you hoping?”

“You are insufferable” she growled.

He growled back, much more impressively.

They ordered, or rather Sesshoumaru ordered for them both and Kagome slapped him. The food was out of Kagome's comfort zone but nice, Sesshoumaru turned his nose up at it as he had been to Italy and was apparently a connoisseur.

“So is this a date?” Kagome asked after a while

Sesshoumaru smirked “Are you hoping?” he asked shrewdly.

“Yes” she responded shamelessly “If I've been on a date my friends will be over the moon”

“Then, for you, I can call this a date” he said graciously.

She grinned “How courteous of you” she noted.

“I am not rude when it is not called for” Sesshoumaru responded astutely.

She frowned “Then why are you always rude to me?”

“Because it is called for.” he responded acerbically.

“You aren't very nice” she pouted.

“That is not a life requirement,” he wrinkled his nose “heaven forbid.”

“You'd be dead” she acknowledged wryly.

“I shudder to think it” he inclined his head.

“What's the deal with being so stuffy? Why are you so arrogant?” she inquired.

His right eyebrow twitched “Why are you so loud and violent?”

“You're violent too!” she returned.

“But you are mindless in it.”

“At least I'm not so arrogant.”

“To be arrogant some social standing is required, it is hard to look down on someone when you have no class or money” he spat.

“Class?” she was taken aback “I'm sorry I didn't realise this was the feudal era my lord.”

“If this was the feudal era...” he trailed off and smirked evilly “I would show you your place.”

His smirk became darkly sexual.

She gulped and, against her own will, said “And where might that be?”

The predatory smirk grew larger “Would you like to find out?” his voice had dropped an octave and she shivered slightly.

“Um... no?” she squeaked looking away in order to stop gazing into those endless gold eyes.

He chuckled darkly “Afraid, little Miko?”

“No” she answered stubbornly glaring back at him.

“We shall see” he mused and she visibly shivered at the promise in his words.

When the meal was over it was already twilight outside and bitterly cold. Kagome was beginning to wish she had brought some kind of coat.

“Well bye” she said as she tried to leave.

He caught her arm by her elbow and effectively put a halt to that notion. “I will accompany you”

“It's not necessary” she rebuked

“You would rather face being raped, mugged, and murdered or, following an extremely bad case of cosmic luck, all of the above, instead of having me accompany you?”

“You're exaggerating” she frowned at him.

“I am not” he replied mulishly

“Are so!” she yelled

“While I will admit that the murder rates in Tokyo are not exactly the highest in the world, you seem to be entirely misfortunate.”

“How'd you work that one out?” she asked dubiously.

“You are in the same class as my half brother, your job puts you in near constant contact with the baka, your first date already had a girlfriend, most male attention you receive is unwanted by you and you tripped over the door as we exited the restaurant.”

She groaned “That doesn't mean I'm gonna get raped!”

“Is it worth chancing it?” he asked. “After all, it's your innocence.”

He smirked at her stony silence. Swiping her legs out from underneath her he waited until the last possible moment to save her head from cracking on the pavement and gathered her up into his arms.

“Hey!” she protested. He ignored her and concentrated on calling forth his youki cloud to elevate them.

As soon as his human cargo realised she was flying she recoiled and clutched tightly on his shirt with a force that threatened to rip the material. A conceited expression spread across his pale features.

Within mere moments he had landed at her home but she still refused to open her eyes. Sighing softly he dropped her legs and supported her shoulder so she half fell from his embrace but didn't fall flat.

“You scared the life out of me” she admonished slapping his arm.

“You got home didn't you?” he asked quirking a brow. “Now say thank you”

Her eyebrow twitched but she stubbornly kept silent.

“Commoners are so rude, no manners at all” he mused.

“Thank you!” she yelled at him.

“And so easy to manipulate” he noted as he slowly stepped closer to her. She was quickly back up into the door of her flat with a Yokai pressed to her front, invading her personal space. “Or maybe it's just you.”

“I'm not easy to manipulate” she responded grumpily.

“Really? Sounds like a challenge” he whispered in her ear before he began to lick the delicate shell of said appendage. Slowly moving down he bit gently on her ear lobe as she gasped and then slowly began to place small butterfly kisses along her jaw bone circumnavigating himself to her lips.

Her bottom lip was incredibly tempting, pouty and slightly out of proportion with her top lip but none the less completely tempting. He began to nimble on the pouty appendage slowly suckling on in until she gasped, giving him what he needed.

He pressed his lips to hers ruthlessly and slid his tongue into her heat. He caressed her tongue with his own, dragging it into its own tentative ministrations as he used one hand to tilt her head further back and the other to press her hips to his intimately.

He revelled in the kiss; he'd forgotten how good this intimacy felt, especially with one who smelt so divine. Belatedly he snapped from his daze and remembered his point.

Pulling back he took pride in her brilliant blush and hazy eyes “I think I won that challenge Miko” he murmured before kissing the top of her head and once again taking to the skies.

Kagome blinked, his statement bringing her back down to earth with a bump. That bastard! He'd stolen her first kiss to prove a point?

Oh he really was insufferable.

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review!