InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Medium or Extreme Aggravation ❯ The Masquerade ( Chapter 14 )

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

Disclaimer: If Dane Cook were InuYasha, I still wouldn't own InuYasha.
 
 
Chapter 13: The Masquerade
 
 
InuYasha adjusted his costume again. How he had let Kagome talk him into this he'd never understand. A few days ago he'd made the mistake of telling her that he still didn't have a costume for the Masquerade. She had convinced him to let her pick out the costumes and he suspected that residual guilt over the window incident was to blame for his lapse in judgment. Whatever it was, he let her choose the costume without consulting with him the night of the sleepover/hair coloring party.
 
So here he was sporting fluffy white puppy dog ears and a billowing red haori.
 
“Kagome, I feel like M C Hammer in these pants and I don't know how but they keep riding up my ass.” He glared at a giggling Kagome who looked quite comfortable in her costume. She was wearing a modern Japanese school girl outfit with a green skirt and white long sleeve shirt, knee high socks and brown loafers. The skirt's length made him grit his teeth, it stopped just below her ass. Her nice, round ass. Shit, down boy. This is gonna be a hard night in more ways than one.
 
Kagome blushed when she saw where his gaze had strayed and his eyes glazed over. Then her mischievous side emerged. She turned her back to him and “accidentally” dropped her purse. She made a big show of bending over to pick it up. What she hadn't counted on was InuYasha coming up behind her and grabbing her cheeks. She yelped and quickly straightened up. He wrapped his arms around her.
 
“God girl, if you do that again in that skirt I won't be responsible for any action I might take. You look good enough to eat.” He whispered in her ear, his voice a low, sexy purr. The combination of the naughty comment and the feel of his breath in her ear made her knees buckle. She sagged in his arms and let a moan escape her lips. She felt an essential part of him stiffen and he groaned in response. “Let's skip the party. No one will miss us.”
 
She snapped to her senses and she wriggled free of his grasp earning a pained groan from him. “Yes, they will miss us. And besides, Sesshoumaru's costume is gonna be great. You have your camera right?”
 
“Yeah” he said dejectedly. He tugged as his costume to hide his outward interest and followed Kagome out of his apartment. They would meet the gang at the arena. On the way to his car he saw one of his neighbors stop short and stare at him. He growled in his direction and watched as he pulled out his cell phone and walked purposefully away. Fucking great.
 
 
At Cox Arena
 
 
Kagome and InuYasha looked for their friends as they walked up to the venue. They had no problem spotting the others once they had identified the tall form of this Sesshoumaru. InuYasha barely made it to the group because he was laughing so hard that his eyesight was compromised.
 
Sesshoumaru's long silver hair was curled and pigtailed. He had a frilly pink bonnet perched precariously on top of his head. He was also sporting a white and pink dress with a hoop skirt and a shepherd's staff. But his expression was the best part, it was priceless. His citrine eyes were hard, his brow was furrowed and his mouth was curled in a silent snarl. It was so at odds with the sweet dress and immaculate makeup.
 
“Hey Bo Peep.” Kagome said, snapping a picture. “That magenta eyeshadow really brings out the gold in your eyes.” She fell victim to a fit of laughter and fell in a heap on the ground with InuYasha. Everyone else had gone through the hysterical phase already and so waited patiently for the giggles to pass.
 
Finally the two picked themselves up and studied the other costumes to avoid looking at Sesshoumaru.
 
Their mouths fell open when their gazes fell on Miroku and Sango's outfits.
 
Miroku was wearing what looked like a set of black and purple monk's robes but on his head was a full leather mask that had eye and nostril holes cut out. Where his mouth should have been was a red rubber ball. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortable under their scrutiny. They heard something jingle and they noticed that a chain ran from the back of the mask to Sango's left hand.
 
She was wearing the black skin tight pants that she had bought at the mall and paired it with a deep purple pleather bustier that hiked her boobs up and 4 inch stilleto heels. Her hair was long and spiky a-la Mistress of the Dark. She wore dark purple eyeshadow on heavily mascara-ed eyes, rouge and red lipstick circa 1985 that showed starkly against her pale skin. She had also stenciled small black stars around the corner of her almond eyes. She held Miroku's chain in one hand and had a bull whip strapped to her hip.
 
Kagome's mouth opened and closed as she searched for the right words. What came out was “I freaking knew you guys were into some kinky crap!” She clapped her hand over her mouth.
 
“Hyhldyhiswabadea!” Miroku tried to say something. He was looking at Sango and gesturing wildly with his arms. The other screwed up their faces trying to decipher his words. Sango just laughed and removed the ball from his mouth. He worked his jaw, trying to ease the pain from the ball. “I said, 'I told you this was a bad idea.” Napoleon Bonaparte was strolling by and was staring at the group so hard that he walked right into a lamppost.
 
“What are you talking about? I think it's great. And if you're a good boy here, I'll give you a treat that'll have you barking like a dog by the end of the night.” She laughed again as his eyes glazed over and he nodded at her. She put the ball back on as he fought down the urge to grab her ass.
 
“Whoa guys, that's way more info about your sex life than we wanna know about.” Heads swiveled towards the source of the comment and they all smirked as they looked at Rin.
 
“Lemme guess who you are. . . Rainbow Bright?” InuYasha crossed his arms on his chest and smirked at her.
 
“Ah shove it Hammer-time.” She pouted. The hair color party had turned into a royal disaster. They had somehow messed up the bleaching process and applied the product unevenly. Then the pink hair dye had turned out to be darker than they anticipated. They had tried to correct with brown dye but that didn't help either. What the end result had been was different shades of light and hot pink, black, blonde and brown. It looked like a birthday cake had exploded on her head. Sakura, she was not.
 
“Let's just get this over with shall we. I definitely need some of that punch now.” Everyone jumped at Sesshoumaru who had remained silent up to this point. He turned toward the entrance and the hoop skirt swirled around him. He stopped for a moment and they saw his shoulders tense up in anger. They stayed behind him so that they could laugh without him seeing.
 
The sound that hit them when the doors opened almost knocked them back. A local band called Kavena was on stage and were totally rockin out. There were lights flashing and pulsing everywhere in the otherwise dark space and the vapor from the fog machine twisted and curled around people like ghostly snakes. Costumed attendees milled about the punch table but fell back when their motley group came close. They each took a cup full and took a swig. All except Miroku cuz he was still fumbling with the rubber ball. They looked like the Mod Squad on crack as they grimaced when the whiskey burned a path down their throats and then settled in their bellies radiating warmth.
 
Kavena started playing a song called Optimus Prime and Sango literally dragged Miroku to the dance floor causing him to spill his drink. The rest of the group shook their heads and looked around trying to recognize the people around them. Kagome and Rin recognized one of their friends dressed up as Lara Croft and ran over to say hello.
 
InuYasha and Sesshoumaru stood in uncomfortable silence sizing each other up, fishing for words that wouldn't start a blood bath. There were none, so InuYasha decided to break the ice. “So, how'd you get talked into that getup?” He took a sip from his punch to hide his grin.
 
“If you must know, I lost a bet. Rin said I couldn't beat her high score on Pac Man. She cheated. Just when I was about to beat it, she jostled me. Of course she denied it and unfortunately Elvira and her gimp were present and took her side. So here I am, ashamed. What about you, just who the hell are you supposed to be?”
 
“Kagome picked it out. Something about a famous hanyou from Japanese history. I tell ya, these pants are fucking uncomfortable.” He pulled at his wedgie.
 
“Not even a full youkai. How pathetic.”
 
“Shut the fuck up Little Miss Muffet.” InuYasha took a fighting stance and faced his brother.
 
“It's Bo Peep moron.” Sesshoumaru looked down his nose at InuYasha and gave a snort of disgust.
 
InuYasha was about to lunge when he caught sight of Kikyou. She was wearing red and white striped thigh highs, white doc martens, yellow hot pants and a black tube top. She had a witch's hat on her head, her blonde hair was in pigtails and she was double fisting the spiked punch. She was glaring daggers at InuYasha as she chugged her drinks.
 
Sesshoumaru followed his gaze and laughed quietly. “Oh if looks could kill, you'd be dead twice over little brother.”
 
InuYasha chose no to respond and instead kept his eye on Kikyou until she stalked off. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She's up to something.” he muttered as he resumed a relaxed pose so that he wouldn't alarm Kagome who was making her way back. He clenched his teeth every time he saw a guy practically break his neck to get another look at her legs.
 
“Aren't all these costumes great?” She asked as a group of oompa loompas walked by singing their theme. Kavena had finished their set and now a small band from LA called She Wants Revenge was setting up. Rin dragged Sesshoumaru off in search of more friends and InuYasha and Kagome were left alone. “Did you see Kikyou?”
 
InuYasha blinked at the sudden and unexpected question. “Uh yeah, I did.” he stammered.
 
“She's already three sheets to the wind and she doesn't look like a happy drunk.” She scanned the crowd as though trying to spot danger.
 
InuYasha pulled her in for a hug and a quick feel and said “don't worry about her. Let's just have fun tonight okay?”
 
A beat washed over them as She Wants Revenge took the stage.
 
“C'mon InuYasha let's dance.” She led the way to the dance floor where Mr. Spock was dancing with Cher. Kagome turned towards the stage and InuYasha grabbed her hands and raised them above her head as she gyrated to the music. He was thankful for the crush of the crowd because he didn't think he could hide the physical manifestation of his excited state.
 
With a high heel against the wall,
Kind of dancing though not at all.
She had stocking running up to her thigh,
snaps her fingers to keep the time.
 
Kagome turned back around with a glint in her eye and placed on of her legs in between his. He got the point they started grinding against each other.
 
From the back of the room I saw her there,
I see she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare.
But then she noticed me glance at her
I had no choice but to dance with her.
 
InuYasha was amazed at how fluidly she moved against him. Her scent was intoxicating, clouding his head until the sound of the crowd around him faded away into obscurity.
 
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you round.
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold,
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control.
 
Kagome felt her excitement grow as she pressed herself against InuYasha. Her outward awareness fell away as her self awareness heightened. She glanced at InuYasha and saw that his eyes looked like flickering candle flames. They blazed with a passion that she had never before experienced.
 
I watch her feet move, her hips they sway,
Does a hair-flip and starts to say
Oh my god it's my favorite song!”
I pull her close and she sings along.
 
Her arousal kicked up a notch. She threw her head back and InuYasha claimed her neck with his lips and teeth, gently nibbling and kissing as his own hunger grew.
 
We can't slow down even if we try,
If the record keeps spinning so will I.
She likes disco and tastes like a tear,
tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near.
 
Nearby Sango and Miroku were engaged in a similar situation when she spotted her friend's activities. She nudged Miroku with he knee to get his attention. She tilted her head in their direction and they smirked. Well, only Sango smirked. If Miroku hadn't had a big red ball in his mouth, he would have smirked too. They watched as Kagome threw her head back and resumed their dancing although they both kept an eye on their friends. Sango was glad that Kagome was having fun but they'd have to separate them if they started stripping.
 
On the far side of the dance floor, the crowd surged and parted as a triumvirate of evil made its way to the oblivious couple. The wolfman was knocked to the ground as Hari and Ruri, dressed as Sid Vicious' evil twin sisters, pushed their way through the dancers. The Wicked Witch of the Misfits followed in their wake, fists clenched, eyes focused on the prize ahead.
 
When they reached their destination, Hari and Ruri shoved InuYasha who fell right on top of a startled Kagome. The crowd fell silent and instantly formed a fight circle that made a cage match in Hell seem tame by comparison. Nearby Rob Zombie nodded in approval.
 
As the couple picked themselves up Hari and Ruri stepped aside to allow Kikyou to make a regal entrance. She walked up to InuYasha and placed a hand on his chest. “Oh, excuse me hot stuff. We didn't see you there.”
 
InuYasha stood as though frozen. So Kagome took action. She slapped Kikyou's hand away and got in her face. “There's no excuse for you, you filthy bag.”
 
“Get back, I'm talking to my man.” Kikyou shoved Kagome out of the way and stepped closer to the stunned hanyou. “Tell her Inu, how you called me and begged me to take you back.”
 
He looked at Kagome in alarm. “I swear I never did Kagome. She's fucking lying. I swear.”
 
“Don't be stupid InuYasha. I know she's a lying bitch.” Kagome's eyes never left Kikyou and she celebrated inwardly as it contorted with rage.
 
“Don't call me a bitch, you . . . bitch.” Kikyou spat.
 
“You're losing your touch Kikyou. Was that the best you could come up with?” Kagome taunted.
 
“I fucking hate you.” Kikyou put her face about an inch from Kagome's.
 
“Bring it on then. I've beat you before and I sure as hell can do it again.” She brought her fists up and held them before her in a stance that Muhammad Ali himself would have been proud of. Yeah, float like a butterfly sting like a bee. I'm gonna kick her ass.
 
But before any blows landed Sango charged in like a blind rhino.
 
“Wait Kagome, let me handle this.” Sango stepped between the feuding girls and unclipped the bull-whip from her belt, letting it unwind onto the floor. You could hear the sound of leather creaking as she adjusted her grip. She held her hands at her sides like an old western gunslinger and one would have almost expected a razor wire tumbleweed to roll by at that second.
 
Kikyou just laughed and sneeringly said. “I bet you don't even know how to use that thing you poser hag.”
 
Sango snapped her wrist and the whip gave a wicked crack. The witch hat flew off of Kikyou's head and was snatched in the air by Mrs. Doubtfire. The crowd fell eerily silent as the band started a new song and the stare-down, bitch-fest began.
 
Got a big plan his mind's set, maybe it's right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight.
In a whisper or handshake sending a sign,
Wanna make-out and kiss hard wait, never mind.
Late night in passing, mention it flip,
to her best friend it's no thing, maybe it slipped.
 
“Wow Sango, that was awesome.” Kagome whispered as she leaned in to Sango.
 
“I was trying to wrap it around her neck, but let's not tell her that okay.” Sango whispered back. She turned back to Kikyou who had a look of astonishment on her face. “I owe you one for my window gutter slut.”
 
But the slip turned to terror and a crush to like
then she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright.
It's cute in a way till you cannot speak
and you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak.
Escape was just a nod and a casual wave.
Obsess about it heavy for the next two days.
 
“That was meant for her.” Kikyou said through clenched jaws.
 
“I live there too dumb-shit. And besides, I've wanted to kick your ass for a long time. What's the matter, scared? Look, I'll put the whip down. Happy? C'mon shit-head try me out.” Sango's stance was relaxed but Kagome knew that she was ready for whatever Kikyou threw at her. She'd studied TaeKwonDo and Judo for most of her life and was a black belt in both disciplines.
 
It's only just a crush it'll go away, It's just like all the others it'll go away.
Or maybe this is danger and just don't know.
You pray it all away but it continues to grow.
 
Spurred on by extra helpings of liquid courage and the fear of losing face, Kikyou lunged at Sango who sidestepped at the last second and used Kikyou's own momentum to toss her across the space cleared around them.
 
I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight.
Lie still, close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right.
I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart.
As I whisper in your ear
I wanna fucking tear you apart.”
 
Not to be deterred, Kikyou picked herself up and charged at Sango again. “I'm gonna kick your ass you fucking bitch!”
 
 
 
 
 
(A/N: Wow that chapter was long. I left you guys a little cliffie. My brain stopped working and I figured this chapter was long enough. For those of you clamoring to have Kikyou get her ass kicked I hope you're happy. Well she didn't really get her ass kicked. . . yet. But I promise a good end to the fight in the next chapter. I hope you all liked the costumes and stuff. I really love these songs by She Wants Revenge, I thought they set the mood. Oh and Kavena is my friend Doug's band. You can find them on my homepage friend's list. Okay that's enough jabbering for me. Thanks for the reviews, I'll try to update as soon as possible but it may take me a couple of weeks. Neko-out.)