InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ French is Chic ❯ History and Drinks ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

-A/N-
If you were one of the people comparing the two versions, I’ve had to change some of the author’s notes to be more fitting. Ok? I still have only stolen from myself.
FYI! It is slightly difficult to type with band aids on a pointer finger, a pinky, and a thumb.
And a great big thanks to my beta! I love you Seth! You are one of my faves!
P.S. French will be translated in an A/N
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Inuyasha or any characters therein.
I do however own a dog, some fish, and a stuffed toy beluga whale….but the fish are still proving to be a poor replacement.
--the story--
Kagome had always had a thing for fashion. When she was four she redesigned her brother’s onesie; at six she was designing her own clothes and some of her mother’s. She was a prodigy! With her own small clothing line, people from all over the district came by to see Kagome and to have her draw up the perfect garment for them. It was no surprise that she had this unique talent to see garments and to start her own little business; her mother was a very prominent French model and her father was a wealthy Japanese import/export “businessman.” At the age of seven her father’s “job” got him transferred back to Japan, yet by that time he had lost all interest in his family and left them in France.
He was found dead on Kagome’s eighth birthday.
“Honey, there is something that I need to tell you.” Mrs. Euphraise-Elisabeth Capelle Higurashi was pacing in front of her now eight year old daughter in the salon of their lovely, little chateau on the beach at Toulon. “What is it Maman?”
“Your grandfather doesn’t want you to know but I think you ought to.”
“What?”
“Your father was found dead this morning…Oh, honey, I know that he loved you so very much, and—”
“Excuse me?”
“What??”
She repeated again slowly, “Excuse me? He loved me? He didn’t love any of us….He went to Japan without us! Or had you forgotten?” Even though Kagome was eight she knew that her father didn’t give one flying flip about his family. “I don’t care if he’s dead, in fact I’m glad! I’ll be able to start a real, legitimate business with all of the money we’ll be getting! That’s not selfish is it?”
Mrs. Higurashi was stunned, to say the least. How could she have raised a selfish uncaring child?
“C’est ma petite fille!”
‘Oh yeah, that’s how. Father didn’t like Masao all that much.’ she thought to herself.
So! Kagome took all the money that was rightfully hers from her father’s death and setup her dream business. BeauxJeunes, which started out as a small boutique in Toulon, but it then spread to Strasbourg, and then to Paris….

“….And now it has made its way into every major city and mall in the world. Or almost, there are a couple of places in Norway that I was kicked out of.” Kagome finished off telling her life story to Sango, Shippou, Miroku, and a less than interested Inuyasha, with a hearty chuckle.
“That is a really heartbreaking and interesting story….Sango, what time is it, just out of human curiosity?” Sango looked at her watch. It was about five-thirty.
“SHIT!”
“What is going on?!” Kagome sat and watched as Miroku and Sango raced around trying to nab up all their belongings.
“Allow me, ahem,” Shippou cleared his throat. “Miroku and Saa-chan own a little bar, about five blocks away, that should have opened around…..forty-five minutes ago.”
“GAAAAAH!!” shrieked the panicking duo as they rushed out the door.
“A bar, huh? Sounds cool. I’d like to check it out.” Kagome turned away from the door and back towards the table. “Well, once I lock up I could—”
“I can take you.”
Shippou as about to offer himself as an escort but Inuyasha beat him to it.
“You’re going to take me to a bar.”
“Yeah, I’m going there too, and I mean it’s the least I could do seeing as you’re new to Japan and all. Meet me out at my car in a couple of minuets.” Inuyasha then stood and walked out the door to the parking lot.
“I guess he’s not as much of an ass as I thought, huh? Can you get those gentlemen to the hotel for me?”
Shippou just shook his head, “You’ll see, and yeah. Have fun.”

…Outside in the parking lot…
“EEEYA!! How many times do I have to tell you? I DO NOT LIKE YOU!! And we are NOT dating!!”
Kagome walked out the door to witness Inuyasha trying to push a way a rather persistent young woman who seemed to have latched her arms around his neck, like some kind of annoying love leech. “Aww, Inu-baby! C’mon, give us a kiss…”
Kagome didn’t want to make the other woman, who she recognized as Kikyou (another successful model), angry by taking her blatant “toy” away, so she said “Inuyasha, if you’re too busy, I’m sure Shippou could take me.” At hearing the sound of Kagome’s voice the other girl spun around and said in a very harsh and abrasive tone, “Baby’s gonna take you where?”
Slightly taken aback, Kagome stumbled her words. “Oh, he was just going to take me to a bar a few blocks away.”
“Why would my baby take you to a bar?”
“Kikyou! WE AREN’T DATING!” stressed Inuyasha.
“What?! It wasn’t like he was going to take me on a date or anything. Jeez.”
“That’s right he wouldn’t! 'Cause why would he want to date you when he’s dating me in the first place?” Kikyou was beginning to wear Kagome’s nerves quite thin; partly because of her annoying voice, slightly because she wasn’t all that bright, but mostly because she had her hands all over Inuyasha (not that Kagome was jealous or anything, it just made her sick).
“Maybe because I’m French. Ever think of that? Maybe Inu-Baby likes the foreign girls better!” When Kagome said this Kikyou let go of Inuyasha, long enough for him to dash over to Kagome’s side, and slip an arm casually around her waist.
“Yeah, it’s true; I just can’t get enough of her!” Inuyasha turned to Kagome tried to apologize with his eyes and then commenced to passionately kiss a stunned, but going along Kagome.
Kikyou stood and watched in horror as her “Baby” made out with that, that… “…Foreign bitch!” And she stalked off to find a new “toy.”
“Kagome, I’m…uh…about that…..uhhh”
“It’s ok Inuyasha. It’s not like you meant it or anything.”
“Right….So, are you ready to go?”
“You’re sure you can handle taking me to the bar? You know that a bar is where drinks are served, and where, here, Japanese are employed?” Miroku had told Kagome about Inuyasha’s nationality confusion from earlier in the day. It amused her greatly.
“Oh my god! I know that you guys are French! Jeez, can’t a guy create some amusement for his humdrum life?”
“Humdrum? You are a model for Pete’s sake!”
“So? Posing for pictures that will be put on catalogue covers all over the world can get rather boring and tiresome!” He grinned. Kagome amused him, and that fact alone made him even more amused. Inuyasha started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove to the bar.

……Later that night…at the bar……
“Oh! Kagome! You are so funny!” All she had done was take a sip of her mimosa. She really wanted someone to save her from this totally annoying guy, if only she had… ‘Oh! That’s right! I came with Inuyasha! He could save me! If only I knew where he was…’ Kagome had scanned all the faces at the tables but failed to find him.
“This guy bothering you?” A smooth voice from behind her belonged to a pair of the most dazzling, cool-blue eyes she had ever seen. Kagome couldn’t really answer, she just sort of stammered out an “Uhhhmmmuh.” The cool-voiced, bright-eyed stranger took it as a “Yes.” and told the guy to scram.
“Hey, my name’s Kouga.” The beautiful stranger held out his hand. Kagome took it and replied, “H-h-hey. Kagome.”
“What’ll you have, Kagome?”
“Oh, I’m already drinking thanks….It isn’t often that guys ask to buy me a drink.”
“What? I don’t believe that, a pretty girl like you? I bet loads of guys ask you out and to buy you drinks.” Kouga boldly moved a piece of Kagome’s hair out of her face, which caused her to blush uncontrollably.
“No, it’s true; back home guys just aren’t very interested in me.” The two sat in silence, drinking, for a couple seconds. “So what do you do for a living, Kouga?”
“I am homicide detective.”
“Really? Wow! That sounds so cool!”
“Eh…..It’s a lot of paperwork. What do you do, that gives you provocation to be so enthused with my profession?”
“Oh, well,” She blushed again. “I run and own a clothing company.”
“Do you now?” Kouga wasn’t all that interested in what she did for a living. He was more interested in how he could get in her pants, case ‘Damn she was h-o-t-t, hot!!’ He was about to just straight up ask her to go home with him, when an earth-shattering scream was heard from behind the bar farther down.
“YOU’RE ASKING ME TO WHAT?!” Kagome looked to see Sango looking at something down below the counter of the bar, she could tell that tears were welling up in the older girl’s eyes.
“Marry me.” Said a voice that most likely belonged to Miroku.
“You want me to marry you!? I don’t know what to say! Oh my god! This all just so sudden—yes!”
“Yes!?”
“Yes, Miroku! I will marry you!”
Kagome got up to go wish the happy couple her congratulations, but was caught around her waist by Kouga’s strong arm and pulled into a very hot kiss. The hand on his other arm was quickly becoming friendly with Kagome’s rear. Wide-eyed, Kagome was doing nothing to stop him because, well, ‘…because this kind of thing is supposed to happen when you go on big trips, right? It’s not like it means anything…like with Inuyasha, only this time it’s for me, not just with me; I think.’ The kiss ended with a satisfied sigh from both involved.
“Ah, mon Dieu! Je n’ai jamais été embrassée comme cela avant!” Said Kagome with a sort of giggle as she sat down again. Kouga looked at her like she was crazy, “What did you just say?”
“Oh! Sorry, I think I’m a little tipsy…..forgot to mention, I’m French.” Things just kept getting better for the young, blue-eyed detective; not only was she wasted, she was French. ‘Yessssssssss.’ hissed Kouga’s inner predator, which was quickly quieted by his inner saint, ‘You’re a cop, man! Don’t stoop down to a criminal level like this! Don’t—’ His saint’s dialogue was interrupted by Kagome’s hand on his arm. “Kouga, let’s go somewhere.”
Predator: Ok! Ok! Let’s go! Let’s go!
Saint: No! Make sure first! Make her certain of what she’s saying.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am.” She tugged on his arm. “Let’s go!”
End Ch. 2
-A/N- Hoped you liked it! What is gonna happen to Kagome? Will she fall into the homicide detective’s predatorial clutches? What of Miroku and Sango? And where the hell did Inuyasha go!? Tune in next time!!
--French--
“C’est ma petite fille!” - That's my granddaughter!
“Ah, mon Dieu! Je n’ai jamais été embrassée comme cela avant!” - Oh, my God! I have never been kissed like that before!
Again encourage your friends to read!
--Miyazaki Itou