InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ French is Chic ❯ Who? What? When? Where? ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Tythe 
A few questions get answered, but many more arise.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2008 | Updated On: 10.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
A few questions get answered, but many more arise.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2008 | Updated On: 10.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
-A/N-
Seth you’re still awesome!
Musical thanks go to George Gershwin, Leonard Bernstein, the Columbia University Orchestra, and the New York Philharmonic for a wonderful recording of both Rhapsody in Blue and An American in Paris….on repeat for about 6 hours. Yeah, I’m that awesome.
P.S. Any French will be translated at the end. Oh! Don’t forget to enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Inuyasha or any characters therein.
I do however own a stuffed toy beluga whale endearingly named Maximilien Robespierre, and I recently acquired a toy manatee, named Stuffy Smuffocate, and a toy ring tailed lemur named Panda……word.
--the story--
Upon entering the bar, Inuyasha thanked Kagome again for saving him from Kikyou. “Thanks again Kagome. Hey! Why don’t you go sit at the bar, I need to go find someone real quick!” Kagome watched as Inuyasha disappeared into the drunk, dancing crowd of people. ‘I wonder who he’s going to meet.’
“Kagome!” Her thoughts were interrupted by a StreetClothes! Miroku, asking her what she wanted to drink. “Oh! I dunno, ummm…I think I’ll have…a mimosa, please.”
“Sure thing! Sango,” he turned to Sango who was not five feet away, “I need a mimosa!”
“All the stuff for it is in the fridge in front of you!” She replied.
“Oh…yeah…” Miroku just laughed. Kagome had just meet these two individuals and she was certain that they were completely in love…must been the hopeless French romantic in her.
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……..Meanwhile with Inuyasha……..
Inuyasha rather clumsily made his way through the crowd of people, who were grinding all up on each other, to a staircase in the corner. “Hey, do you know where can I find an Onigumo Naraku?” He asked a chesty, younger girl who was wearing too much make-up and standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a halter-topped, sequined, red dress that was way to short to actually be called a dress, and annoyingly popping her chewing gum at an increasingly annoying tempo. “Yeah.” She spoke with a voice that wasn’t unlike a stereotypical NY diner waitress. “Upstairs and to the left. Second door.”
“Uhhm…thank you.” He said as he passed her to go upstairs.
“Don’t mention it, hon.”
As he reached the top of the stairs, two men in suits and shades patted him down to see if he was armed. One of them spoke in to a transmitter in his watch (like in those cheesy spy dramas) “Il est ébarbé. Vous voulez le voir maintenant?” Inuyasha couldn’t hear the response but was assuming it was a yes, because the two suited men roughly escorted him to the second door on the left.
They entered the room and practically threw Inuyasha onto the only furniture in the room, a wooden chair. “Monsieur Onigumo sera avec vous dans un moment.” Said the man with the transmitter in his watch. Then the two men left.
A bare lightblub from the ceiling was Inuyasha’s only company (by this time he was a little frightened.) He never expected that a visit with a private detective to get information on his brother would be so violent. At that precise moment the door burst open. In walked the same two suited men who manhandled him earlier along with a youngish looking woman. “Who are you?” Asked Inuyasha.
“Oh-ho, don’t worry, my pet. You’ll know who I am soon enough. The question is who are you?” The woman chuckled. Usually when someone chuckles it makes a person feel kind of warm inside, but not her. When she chuckled, the hair on Inuyasha’s neck stood strait up, and caused shivers to run down his spine.
“I am Takahashi Inuyasha. I am a model for—”
“Yes, yes, yes. We know who you are, but who are you?”
“I’m sorry, what?!”
“You know what makes you tick? What would cause you to have a mental break down?”
“Uhhmm, well…wait…why do you need to know?! I thought I was here to get information on my brother, Sesshomaru; not be questioned on my psyche.”
“Yes, you were, but in order for you to become one of Mr. Onigumo’s clients, he must know everything about you! Call a pre-requisite, if you will.”
“A pre-requisite?” Inuyasha was quickly regretting hiring this Naraku guy.
The woman chuckled again, “Yes, Mr. Onigumo likes to know who he’s dealing with; likes to get inside of their heads, find out what they really want to know.”
The more violent of the two suited individuals tapped the woman on the shoulder, “Mademoiselle Kagura, Monsieur Onigumo dit qu'il est temps d'envoyer Monsieur Takahasi dedans.”
The woman sighed, “Bien sur. Come, Mr. Takahashi. We mustn’t keep Mr. Onigumo waiting.”
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--
……..Downstairs in the bar……..
“So, Miroku, how long have you and Sango known each other?” Kagome was tired of sitting by herself and decided to make conversation.
“Oh, well…about…six or seven years now. We’ve owned this bar for about three.”
“Wow! That’s really neat! I think the only people of the opposite sex that I’ve known for that long and actually kept in touch with for that long are: my brother and my grandfather. I loose touch with everyone that I know casually. Business people, of course, I keep in good touch with cause I want their business. Ooh! I’m babbling, I’m sorry, you need to work…don’t mind me. I’ll sit right here and watch the people. I wonder where Inuyasha went though.”
Miroku felt sorry for Kagome a little, ‘Dude, she came here with Inuyasha, and him being the ass that he is just left her here at the bar! God, I need to teach him some manners!’ Miroku spotted a guy that he knew through Shippou, and he decided he’d be good company for Kagome. “Hey! Hojo! Come here! Got someone I think you should meet!”
“What?!” Said Kagome, completely alert. “Oh no, you don’t have to Miroku. Really! I’ll be fine!”
“No. no. I don’t need a young woman raped in my bar. Not good for business. Hojo, this is Ms. Kagome Higurashi. She’s French and has a great personality!” Hojo offered his hand for Kagome to lay her’s on it, she did, and he kissed the back of it (how gentlemanly!) “I am pleased to meet you Ms. Higurashi. My name is Miura Hojo. If it isn’t to forward my I ask what you do for a living?”
Miroku smiled and said “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to chat.” Laughing he walked down the bar to a customer who had been yelling for him for a while (Sango was bussing tables.)
“I, uhhm, you can just call me Kagome. Well, I run BeauxJeunes--”
“Ohmigosh! You do? Then you are the Kagome Higurashi. Oh wow! This is sooooo cool! I simply love BoJo!”
“(O.o) Is that what it’s called in Japan!?” Kagome threw up a little in her mouth when she heard ‘BoJo’ (such a hard ‘j’ sound! Ah mon dieu!)
“Totally!” Hojo was acting like a teenage girl. He kept talking about how he loved how the jeans fit, and how the shirts were tailored to people shaped just like him. (‘…and the shoes, ohmigosh, the shoes…’) Hojo then ordered himself an appletini, “What’ll you have, Ms. Higu-- I mean, Kagome.”
“I’ll have another mimosa with just a little bit more champagne, please.”
--
--
Inuyasha was once again roughly lead from one place to another, only this time he was lead into a lushly carpeted and furnished private eye’s office…complete with stereotypical cigar smoke haze, even though no one was smoking (how do they do that?!) There was a big office chair behind the desk, Inuyasha could tell that there was someone there, but they seemed small for it to be a man. But it was a man nonetheless.
“Congé.” Barked the man in the chair; the men left. “And you Kagura.”
“But sir, I never got to--”
“Never mind that now, I can do it myself. Just go!”
“Yes, sir.” The woman bowed and also left the room. The mystery man, turned the chair and himself in it around so slowly, Inuyasha could swear that it wasn’t moving.
“Mr. Takahashi, in return for information on your brother, I believe you have something other than the two thousand dollars that I want.” Naraku leaned forward on to his elbows, smirking. Inuyasha had no idea what he was talking about. He hadn’t mentioned it in his letters or anything.
“What are you talking about? Something else?! Besides the money?” Inuyasha was certainly frightened now. ‘What in the hell could this guy want? He never said anything to me about anything else besides the money! Oh shitohshitohshitohshit! What am I going to do?”
Naraku laughed. He liked seeing his clients squirm. It gave him a feeling somewhat resembling pleasure...a high that was caused by other people’s problems. “Heh, you do know what it is that I want, you just don’t remember. Years ago there was a great battle; terrible and bloody. And it was fought all over a jewel. One small gem. The Shikon no Tama. You may think ‘Well, that’s stupid to fight over a stupid stone’ Oh, but let me assure you. That stone has powers beyond imagination. It grants the wielder power for good…heheh or evil. The groups that participated in this battle weren’t unlike ourselves. An arrogant hanyou, and a calculating, thought processing, superior demon-like creature. After the battle the demon was defeated, and the hanyou took the jewel and gave it to a priestess to keep safe. And that is where you come in…where is the jewel?”
“What? You must be crazy! I have never in all my life heard of a Shikon no tama-what’s-it.”
“Come now, you must try and remember!” Naraku got up and walked around his desk, stopping behind Inuyasha hissing in his ear, “Where is it?” He then took a Shikon replica out of his pocket and waved it in front of Inuyasha’s face, as if he were going to hypnotize Inuyasha. “Who had it first, hmmm?”
Inuyasha reached up for the jewel, which Naraku dropped into his hand, “Kikyou…” was all that he said. Naraku ‘hummfed’ at Inuyasha’s statement, and said “That will be all for now Mr. Takahashi. Entrez.” Once again the two suited men came in and took Inuyasha to the bare room that he had been in before. Only this time the men spat in Inuyasha’s face.
--
--
Hojo was quickly getting on Kagome’s nerves he had only had three appletini’s and was already quite drunk
(bar scene from ch 2. reprinted here for your convenience)
“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 a 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. He was about to just straight up ask her to go home with him, when Miroku had just asked Sango to marry him.
‘Wow,’ Kagome thought, ‘didn’t see that coming tonight.’ She got up to go wish the happy couple her congratulations, but was pulled into a very hot kiss. Wide-eyed, Kagome was doing nothing to stop Kouga 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.
“Kouga, let’s go somewhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am.”
(((((((NEW STUFF)))))))
He sat there quietly deciding if she really knew what she was saying. “You’re positive.”
“Uggh! Let’s go!”
“Ok! Ok! Fine where do you want to go?”
Kagome sat and thought for a moment, “A carnival!” (O.o) Kouga was dumbfounded. ‘She want’s to go to a carnival…at 9 o’clock at night?! She’s crazy!’ On the other hand Kouga hated carnivals. There were always too many people, and too much noise. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go to a carnival? It’s kinda late…I don’t think it’s open!”
He was hoping she’d say ‘Ok!’ and that no one would mention the “24-Hour Fair! It opened about a week ago.” “It’s got lots o’ cool stuff like rides!” “And tigers!” “I heard that there is a fortune teller booth!” “Yeah! Me too!”
“Oooh! Kouga! Let’s go there!” Kagome was acting like a little kid. Kouga had only known her for around ten minuets and he knew that this was alcohol speaking and not Kagome, but of course he wasn’t complaining. “Ok,” he said. “To the Fair!”
End Ch. 3
-A/N- Hey! Hope it was good. Wonder what will happen to Inuyasha. And what is Kouga going to do to Kagome?!
French:
“Il est ébarbé. Vous voulez le voir maintenant?” -- He’s clean (unarmed). Do you want to see him now?
“Monsieur Onigumo sera avec vous dans un moment.” -- Mr. Onigumo will be with you in a moment.
“Mademoiselle Kagura, Monsieur Onigumo dit qu'il est temps d'envoyer Monsieur Takahashi dedans.”-- Ms. Kagura, Mr. Onigumo says that it is time to send Mr. Takahashi inside
“Bien sur.” -- Of course.
“Congé” -- Leave
“Entrez ” -- Enter
“Je n’ai jamais été embrassée comme cela avant ” -- I have never been kissed like that before!
Please feel free to R&R!! Encourage your friends to read! In the words of the Sirius Cybernetics Corps, “Share and Enjoy!” (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams)
Seth you’re still awesome!
Musical thanks go to George Gershwin, Leonard Bernstein, the Columbia University Orchestra, and the New York Philharmonic for a wonderful recording of both Rhapsody in Blue and An American in Paris….on repeat for about 6 hours. Yeah, I’m that awesome.
P.S. Any French will be translated at the end. Oh! Don’t forget to enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Inuyasha or any characters therein.
I do however own a stuffed toy beluga whale endearingly named Maximilien Robespierre, and I recently acquired a toy manatee, named Stuffy Smuffocate, and a toy ring tailed lemur named Panda……word.
--the story--
Upon entering the bar, Inuyasha thanked Kagome again for saving him from Kikyou. “Thanks again Kagome. Hey! Why don’t you go sit at the bar, I need to go find someone real quick!” Kagome watched as Inuyasha disappeared into the drunk, dancing crowd of people. ‘I wonder who he’s going to meet.’
“Kagome!” Her thoughts were interrupted by a StreetClothes! Miroku, asking her what she wanted to drink. “Oh! I dunno, ummm…I think I’ll have…a mimosa, please.”
“Sure thing! Sango,” he turned to Sango who was not five feet away, “I need a mimosa!”
“All the stuff for it is in the fridge in front of you!” She replied.
“Oh…yeah…” Miroku just laughed. Kagome had just meet these two individuals and she was certain that they were completely in love…must been the hopeless French romantic in her.
--
--
……..Meanwhile with Inuyasha……..
Inuyasha rather clumsily made his way through the crowd of people, who were grinding all up on each other, to a staircase in the corner. “Hey, do you know where can I find an Onigumo Naraku?” He asked a chesty, younger girl who was wearing too much make-up and standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a halter-topped, sequined, red dress that was way to short to actually be called a dress, and annoyingly popping her chewing gum at an increasingly annoying tempo. “Yeah.” She spoke with a voice that wasn’t unlike a stereotypical NY diner waitress. “Upstairs and to the left. Second door.”
“Uhhm…thank you.” He said as he passed her to go upstairs.
“Don’t mention it, hon.”
As he reached the top of the stairs, two men in suits and shades patted him down to see if he was armed. One of them spoke in to a transmitter in his watch (like in those cheesy spy dramas) “Il est ébarbé. Vous voulez le voir maintenant?” Inuyasha couldn’t hear the response but was assuming it was a yes, because the two suited men roughly escorted him to the second door on the left.
They entered the room and practically threw Inuyasha onto the only furniture in the room, a wooden chair. “Monsieur Onigumo sera avec vous dans un moment.” Said the man with the transmitter in his watch. Then the two men left.
A bare lightblub from the ceiling was Inuyasha’s only company (by this time he was a little frightened.) He never expected that a visit with a private detective to get information on his brother would be so violent. At that precise moment the door burst open. In walked the same two suited men who manhandled him earlier along with a youngish looking woman. “Who are you?” Asked Inuyasha.
“Oh-ho, don’t worry, my pet. You’ll know who I am soon enough. The question is who are you?” The woman chuckled. Usually when someone chuckles it makes a person feel kind of warm inside, but not her. When she chuckled, the hair on Inuyasha’s neck stood strait up, and caused shivers to run down his spine.
“I am Takahashi Inuyasha. I am a model for—”
“Yes, yes, yes. We know who you are, but who are you?”
“I’m sorry, what?!”
“You know what makes you tick? What would cause you to have a mental break down?”
“Uhhmm, well…wait…why do you need to know?! I thought I was here to get information on my brother, Sesshomaru; not be questioned on my psyche.”
“Yes, you were, but in order for you to become one of Mr. Onigumo’s clients, he must know everything about you! Call a pre-requisite, if you will.”
“A pre-requisite?” Inuyasha was quickly regretting hiring this Naraku guy.
The woman chuckled again, “Yes, Mr. Onigumo likes to know who he’s dealing with; likes to get inside of their heads, find out what they really want to know.”
The more violent of the two suited individuals tapped the woman on the shoulder, “Mademoiselle Kagura, Monsieur Onigumo dit qu'il est temps d'envoyer Monsieur Takahasi dedans.”
The woman sighed, “Bien sur. Come, Mr. Takahashi. We mustn’t keep Mr. Onigumo waiting.”
--
--
……..Downstairs in the bar……..
“So, Miroku, how long have you and Sango known each other?” Kagome was tired of sitting by herself and decided to make conversation.
“Oh, well…about…six or seven years now. We’ve owned this bar for about three.”
“Wow! That’s really neat! I think the only people of the opposite sex that I’ve known for that long and actually kept in touch with for that long are: my brother and my grandfather. I loose touch with everyone that I know casually. Business people, of course, I keep in good touch with cause I want their business. Ooh! I’m babbling, I’m sorry, you need to work…don’t mind me. I’ll sit right here and watch the people. I wonder where Inuyasha went though.”
Miroku felt sorry for Kagome a little, ‘Dude, she came here with Inuyasha, and him being the ass that he is just left her here at the bar! God, I need to teach him some manners!’ Miroku spotted a guy that he knew through Shippou, and he decided he’d be good company for Kagome. “Hey! Hojo! Come here! Got someone I think you should meet!”
“What?!” Said Kagome, completely alert. “Oh no, you don’t have to Miroku. Really! I’ll be fine!”
“No. no. I don’t need a young woman raped in my bar. Not good for business. Hojo, this is Ms. Kagome Higurashi. She’s French and has a great personality!” Hojo offered his hand for Kagome to lay her’s on it, she did, and he kissed the back of it (how gentlemanly!) “I am pleased to meet you Ms. Higurashi. My name is Miura Hojo. If it isn’t to forward my I ask what you do for a living?”
Miroku smiled and said “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to chat.” Laughing he walked down the bar to a customer who had been yelling for him for a while (Sango was bussing tables.)
“I, uhhm, you can just call me Kagome. Well, I run BeauxJeunes--”
“Ohmigosh! You do? Then you are the Kagome Higurashi. Oh wow! This is sooooo cool! I simply love BoJo!”
“(O.o) Is that what it’s called in Japan!?” Kagome threw up a little in her mouth when she heard ‘BoJo’ (such a hard ‘j’ sound! Ah mon dieu!)
“Totally!” Hojo was acting like a teenage girl. He kept talking about how he loved how the jeans fit, and how the shirts were tailored to people shaped just like him. (‘…and the shoes, ohmigosh, the shoes…’) Hojo then ordered himself an appletini, “What’ll you have, Ms. Higu-- I mean, Kagome.”
“I’ll have another mimosa with just a little bit more champagne, please.”
--
--
Inuyasha was once again roughly lead from one place to another, only this time he was lead into a lushly carpeted and furnished private eye’s office…complete with stereotypical cigar smoke haze, even though no one was smoking (how do they do that?!) There was a big office chair behind the desk, Inuyasha could tell that there was someone there, but they seemed small for it to be a man. But it was a man nonetheless.
“Congé.” Barked the man in the chair; the men left. “And you Kagura.”
“But sir, I never got to--”
“Never mind that now, I can do it myself. Just go!”
“Yes, sir.” The woman bowed and also left the room. The mystery man, turned the chair and himself in it around so slowly, Inuyasha could swear that it wasn’t moving.
“Mr. Takahashi, in return for information on your brother, I believe you have something other than the two thousand dollars that I want.” Naraku leaned forward on to his elbows, smirking. Inuyasha had no idea what he was talking about. He hadn’t mentioned it in his letters or anything.
“What are you talking about? Something else?! Besides the money?” Inuyasha was certainly frightened now. ‘What in the hell could this guy want? He never said anything to me about anything else besides the money! Oh shitohshitohshitohshit! What am I going to do?”
Naraku laughed. He liked seeing his clients squirm. It gave him a feeling somewhat resembling pleasure...a high that was caused by other people’s problems. “Heh, you do know what it is that I want, you just don’t remember. Years ago there was a great battle; terrible and bloody. And it was fought all over a jewel. One small gem. The Shikon no Tama. You may think ‘Well, that’s stupid to fight over a stupid stone’ Oh, but let me assure you. That stone has powers beyond imagination. It grants the wielder power for good…heheh or evil. The groups that participated in this battle weren’t unlike ourselves. An arrogant hanyou, and a calculating, thought processing, superior demon-like creature. After the battle the demon was defeated, and the hanyou took the jewel and gave it to a priestess to keep safe. And that is where you come in…where is the jewel?”
“What? You must be crazy! I have never in all my life heard of a Shikon no tama-what’s-it.”
“Come now, you must try and remember!” Naraku got up and walked around his desk, stopping behind Inuyasha hissing in his ear, “Where is it?” He then took a Shikon replica out of his pocket and waved it in front of Inuyasha’s face, as if he were going to hypnotize Inuyasha. “Who had it first, hmmm?”
Inuyasha reached up for the jewel, which Naraku dropped into his hand, “Kikyou…” was all that he said. Naraku ‘hummfed’ at Inuyasha’s statement, and said “That will be all for now Mr. Takahashi. Entrez.” Once again the two suited men came in and took Inuyasha to the bare room that he had been in before. Only this time the men spat in Inuyasha’s face.
--
--
Hojo was quickly getting on Kagome’s nerves he had only had three appletini’s and was already quite drunk
(bar scene from ch 2. reprinted here for your convenience)
“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 a 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. He was about to just straight up ask her to go home with him, when Miroku had just asked Sango to marry him.
‘Wow,’ Kagome thought, ‘didn’t see that coming tonight.’ She got up to go wish the happy couple her congratulations, but was pulled into a very hot kiss. Wide-eyed, Kagome was doing nothing to stop Kouga 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.
“Kouga, let’s go somewhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am.”
(((((((NEW STUFF)))))))
He sat there quietly deciding if she really knew what she was saying. “You’re positive.”
“Uggh! Let’s go!”
“Ok! Ok! Fine where do you want to go?”
Kagome sat and thought for a moment, “A carnival!” (O.o) Kouga was dumbfounded. ‘She want’s to go to a carnival…at 9 o’clock at night?! She’s crazy!’ On the other hand Kouga hated carnivals. There were always too many people, and too much noise. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go to a carnival? It’s kinda late…I don’t think it’s open!”
He was hoping she’d say ‘Ok!’ and that no one would mention the “24-Hour Fair! It opened about a week ago.” “It’s got lots o’ cool stuff like rides!” “And tigers!” “I heard that there is a fortune teller booth!” “Yeah! Me too!”
“Oooh! Kouga! Let’s go there!” Kagome was acting like a little kid. Kouga had only known her for around ten minuets and he knew that this was alcohol speaking and not Kagome, but of course he wasn’t complaining. “Ok,” he said. “To the Fair!”
End Ch. 3
-A/N- Hey! Hope it was good. Wonder what will happen to Inuyasha. And what is Kouga going to do to Kagome?!
French:
“Il est ébarbé. Vous voulez le voir maintenant?” -- He’s clean (unarmed). Do you want to see him now?
“Monsieur Onigumo sera avec vous dans un moment.” -- Mr. Onigumo will be with you in a moment.
“Mademoiselle Kagura, Monsieur Onigumo dit qu'il est temps d'envoyer Monsieur Takahashi dedans.”-- Ms. Kagura, Mr. Onigumo says that it is time to send Mr. Takahashi inside
“Bien sur.” -- Of course.
“Congé” -- Leave
“Entrez ” -- Enter
“Je n’ai jamais été embrassée comme cela avant ” -- I have never been kissed like that before!
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