InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fenced ❯ Did you just say party? ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter Nine: Did you just say party?

Shippo, Rin, Souta and Kagome watched in mild interest as Izayoi rearranged the furniture of the main ballroom in order to make it an acceptable place for a ball.

“Why are they having a ball again?” Souta inquired.

“It's for Inuyasha's birthday.” Kagome supplied.

“Who wants that kind of ball for their birthday?” Souta scoffed as Shippo nodded in vehement agreement.

“The upper class, apparently” Kagome mused “I don't really see the appeal myself.”

“But Kagome-neesan, don't you like dressing up? Or dancing?” Rin asked in horror.

“Not really” Kagome shrugged “I'm as clumsy as a new born deer and I really never dress up.”

“It does not surprise me.” Sesshoumaru intoned, smirking as they all jumped at his sudden appearance.

“Yeah, yeah” Kagome rolled her eyes “you can tease me all you want about being as graceful as a hippo, I don't care.”

“You can't dance Kagome?” Izayoi asked turning away from her task to glance at the Miko.

“No” Kagome shrugged “I never learned.”

“Oh,” she looked disappointed “that's it, Sesshoumaru-kun!”

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at her “No”

“Please?”

“Please what?” Kagome asked, thoroughly confused.

“She wants me to teach you to dance” Sesshoumaru explained.

“Oh, no way.” Kagome waved her hands “I'm fine.”

“Nonsense” Izayoi was firm “Sesshoumaru you will teach her and then you can come to the ball together!”

“No” both Kagome and Sesshoumaru voiced their objection as one.

“It's either that or Sesshoumaru has to go with Sara” Izayoi threatened.

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in horror “I'll do it.”

“Great!” Izayoi clapped her hands together gleefully.

“Who's Sara?” Kagome asked.

“Insufferable girl with a crush on me” Sesshoumaru supplied “I'd take you over her any day.”

“That really isn't that much of a compliment.”

“Take what you are given.”

“Bastard.”

He slapped her ass subtly, so no one noticed: she shut up.

***

“I'm considering taking up Sara's offer.” Sesshoumaru's weary tone announced. Kagome managed to simultaneously step on both his feet for the seventh time in ten minutes. Dance practise was not going well.

He had given her dancing shoes. It had been hate at first sight. She rarely wore heels and never heels like that; they were, in her opinion, death traps. He had instructed her to wear a loose skirt and so she was wearing a peasant-like, flowing skirt she had grabbed from a charity shop last summer. She had tied her hair back because she was sweating so much from physical exertion and tried not to dwell on how bad she must smell to Sesshoumaru.

“Bite me” she growled “I've never done this before you know”

“You are gapping” he reprimanded as her body once again drifted out of contact with his.

With a growl she smashed her body back against his.

“Lean back your upper body slightly, dumbass.” he growled.

She did as instructed, but sulkily, and resulted in toppling them both over.

He landed harshly on top of her and sighed. “Not that far back, baka.”

“Whatever.” they stood and once again began to move around the room.

“Tuck your ass in.” he commanded

“What?”

“It's sticking out too far.”

She snarled and complied bitterly.

“Better” he allowed “please try not to step on me.”

She stepped on him.

He sighed “Right foot back, left foot side, right foot close, left foot forward, right foot side, left foot close.” he talked her through the steps .

Seven hours and a lot of injuries later Kagome had the basic waltz mastered... sort of. They were both laid out on the floor of the ball room, breathing heavily and not really moving much.

“I hate you.” Kagome groaned. “My legs ache.”

“At least you won't have any more cellulite.” he said.

“I didn't have any before.” she was affronted and slapped his arm.

“Sure.” he replied lazily.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

“Slave driver.”

“Ingrate.”

“Snob.”

“Commoner.”

“Baka.” they chorused.

“How do we get up?”Kagome asked “my legs have turned to mush.”

“My feet have been broken by a clumsy Miko.” he returned.

“It wasn't purposeful!” she protested.

“Sure”

“Well... most of it wasn't purposeful.” She was sheepish.

He snorted his annoyance.

“So tired.” Kagome yawned hugely.

“Hn.” Sesshoumaru stifled his own yawn.

Izayoi came in an hour later to find them both curled up, like newborn puppies, around each other, asleep. They were so cute like that, she mused.

Looking at Kagome fondly she was once again struck by a longing to see Aki. She hoped that the differences between Kagome and Sesshoumaru wouldn't cause the same rift that they had between her and Aki.

She grinned hugely when Kagome snuggled further into the warmth of Sesshoumaru's chest, knotting her hands into his hair. His own arm curled up and around her waist and held her in place.

She needed a camera.

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha.