InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Love was Wont to Hate Her ❯ The Proposition ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Kaitiiro 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai / / Action / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai / / Action / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
Chapter 4: The Proposition
She sighed, it had been one week since the picture of her and... and him. She hadn’t known what to do. Although the picture was good. She wanted him. She remembered when she had turned eighteen, After receiving her diploma she had immediately began to study the art of dance. It was harder than anything she had ever done. Mostly because she would have to be creative. But she liked it. She came to enjoy it and the more she enjoyed it the better she got at it. She had the talent sure, she was gifted, and gosh she hated that word now. For so long in wanting it because of him. She had started to want it for herself. However that may be, she still loved him. Her crush had only been the start. But at least she wasn’t obsessed. She didn’t have posters of him in her room, she had Albert Einstein. She didn’t have a model of him; she had a brain like model (Science project... go figure). She didn’t dream about him either... ok that was a lie. She dreamed of him wrapping her in his arms, she dreamed of their lives together. She dreamed of him and her, and their children. She dreamed of his intoxicating scent, his strong aura, his fine body, and the penetrating gaze of his golden eyes softening only for her. Lastly his love... That wasn’t obsession... was it?
But really she had been privy to some of those things... two out of five wasn’t that bad was it? Well was it? It didn’t matter anyway. She sighed before rolling lazily out of the bed. Her eyes were tired and her mind was in a haze. Well if you’d call day dreaming a haze. She walked over to the door that led to the bathroom. As she ran the water the phone rang. Hurrying to the phone she sighed. “Higurashi speaking,” She narrowed her eyes as she heard the familiar cold voice. “Remember me?” Sure I do, she thought hesitantly before answering. “What do you want, Dariko-san?” She heard a snort. “Surely you have read the newspaper... and watched the news... it is quite a scandal if I do say so myself,” As he says this she narrows her eyes even further, if that was even possible. “Are you crazy?” She asked in annoyance. “No, what would make you say that?” He sounded amused. “First of all... never mind... Just why did you call me, Dariko-san?” She replied. “Meet me at nine o’ clock sharp at Tokyo Tower... on the top. And don’t be late, I have more important things to do,” At that he hung up. She looked to the clock that was ticking away on the wall, it was already eight thirty, and he probably wanted to make me rush... the jerk.
She made her way down the several roads towards Tokyo Tower. It was quite hard to miss. It was the largest building in Tokyo. (I don't really know... call it a hunch). As she drove she reminisced on the actual day that she had won his title... as she recalled she had been so into the dance...
Twirling, gracefully she made her way across stage her eyes closed in the passion of the moment. Her arms in a wide arc about her head. She was her own person. In dance she was not Higurashi Kagome the genius, the prodigy, the gifted one. No she was Higurashi the dancer, Kagome the performance artist. Simply kagome. Even as she heard the crowd roar with applause for her, she searched for his visage. Hoping beyond hope that he would acknowledge her presence. Perhaps... shake her hand. He had gone before her and done magnificently. However as she finally saw him, she also saw her scores. He seemed calm to the necked eye, but she could tell... she could see that he was livid. He glared at her from his position in the rows of contestants. She could read his expression. How could she, a mere...amateur, have beaten him? He was the best... wasn’t he? She had smiled at everyone knowing it was only a facade that she used to fool people when she was unhappy. The press took pictures of her. But upon seeing his face she went away. She had virtually disappeared because the love she had for him suppressed her will to stay. She removed all traces of herself from the scene. But even as she boarded the plain she knew she would never be able to stay away from her career... from dancing. She had moved, distantly she had a friend from Hong Kong who helped her to attain her... disappearance. She had stayed in hiding for some time before she couldn’t take it any more. She had to come back. Who cared about publicity, anyway? He did... obviously.
Sighing, she parked the car and walked into Tokyo Tower. Once reaching the top she walked to the ledge so that she could see the sight. “It is so beautiful here...” she would have continued but she felt an annoying presence, and heard an equally irking voice too. “Tsk tsk tsk I question your mental health, Higurashi?” She sighed. “What do you want, Dariko?” She asked, in a calm voice surprisingly.
He had been in a bind. He couldn’t just forget the kiss. Really... he had been trying to shut her up. She had been on is mind a lot lately. After he saw the newspaper. He decided to form a plan. Publicity would be good. He would also get her out of his hair in the process. He had to remember the day that she had beat him and begrudgingly he would admit that she had done well, she had been graceful, and beautiful... full lips, enchanting eyes... and a particularly annoying personality. He had no idea that he was zoning out. That was of course until she brought it to his attention.
She snorted, “ surely you didn’t call me out here just to stare at me” this was too much for him. “ I don’t have the time nor patience to deal with you,” Was his reply. “However I have a proposition for you...” he stopped talking and she just stared at him waiting patiently for him to continue. “I wish to impersonate a relationship with you it would give the press something to talk about and our fans something to idolize,” Even as he said this he noticed her eyes go wide. When her eyes returned to normal she thought about it. He noticed the crease in her brow and knew that he had her then. “Do you accept?” He asked.
“Yes I accept,” She replied... and that was the beginning of a beautiful, albeit annoying, and dysfunctional, relationship.
She sighed, it had been one week since the picture of her and... and him. She hadn’t known what to do. Although the picture was good. She wanted him. She remembered when she had turned eighteen, After receiving her diploma she had immediately began to study the art of dance. It was harder than anything she had ever done. Mostly because she would have to be creative. But she liked it. She came to enjoy it and the more she enjoyed it the better she got at it. She had the talent sure, she was gifted, and gosh she hated that word now. For so long in wanting it because of him. She had started to want it for herself. However that may be, she still loved him. Her crush had only been the start. But at least she wasn’t obsessed. She didn’t have posters of him in her room, she had Albert Einstein. She didn’t have a model of him; she had a brain like model (Science project... go figure). She didn’t dream about him either... ok that was a lie. She dreamed of him wrapping her in his arms, she dreamed of their lives together. She dreamed of him and her, and their children. She dreamed of his intoxicating scent, his strong aura, his fine body, and the penetrating gaze of his golden eyes softening only for her. Lastly his love... That wasn’t obsession... was it?
But really she had been privy to some of those things... two out of five wasn’t that bad was it? Well was it? It didn’t matter anyway. She sighed before rolling lazily out of the bed. Her eyes were tired and her mind was in a haze. Well if you’d call day dreaming a haze. She walked over to the door that led to the bathroom. As she ran the water the phone rang. Hurrying to the phone she sighed. “Higurashi speaking,” She narrowed her eyes as she heard the familiar cold voice. “Remember me?” Sure I do, she thought hesitantly before answering. “What do you want, Dariko-san?” She heard a snort. “Surely you have read the newspaper... and watched the news... it is quite a scandal if I do say so myself,” As he says this she narrows her eyes even further, if that was even possible. “Are you crazy?” She asked in annoyance. “No, what would make you say that?” He sounded amused. “First of all... never mind... Just why did you call me, Dariko-san?” She replied. “Meet me at nine o’ clock sharp at Tokyo Tower... on the top. And don’t be late, I have more important things to do,” At that he hung up. She looked to the clock that was ticking away on the wall, it was already eight thirty, and he probably wanted to make me rush... the jerk.
She made her way down the several roads towards Tokyo Tower. It was quite hard to miss. It was the largest building in Tokyo. (I don't really know... call it a hunch). As she drove she reminisced on the actual day that she had won his title... as she recalled she had been so into the dance...
Twirling, gracefully she made her way across stage her eyes closed in the passion of the moment. Her arms in a wide arc about her head. She was her own person. In dance she was not Higurashi Kagome the genius, the prodigy, the gifted one. No she was Higurashi the dancer, Kagome the performance artist. Simply kagome. Even as she heard the crowd roar with applause for her, she searched for his visage. Hoping beyond hope that he would acknowledge her presence. Perhaps... shake her hand. He had gone before her and done magnificently. However as she finally saw him, she also saw her scores. He seemed calm to the necked eye, but she could tell... she could see that he was livid. He glared at her from his position in the rows of contestants. She could read his expression. How could she, a mere...amateur, have beaten him? He was the best... wasn’t he? She had smiled at everyone knowing it was only a facade that she used to fool people when she was unhappy. The press took pictures of her. But upon seeing his face she went away. She had virtually disappeared because the love she had for him suppressed her will to stay. She removed all traces of herself from the scene. But even as she boarded the plain she knew she would never be able to stay away from her career... from dancing. She had moved, distantly she had a friend from Hong Kong who helped her to attain her... disappearance. She had stayed in hiding for some time before she couldn’t take it any more. She had to come back. Who cared about publicity, anyway? He did... obviously.
Sighing, she parked the car and walked into Tokyo Tower. Once reaching the top she walked to the ledge so that she could see the sight. “It is so beautiful here...” she would have continued but she felt an annoying presence, and heard an equally irking voice too. “Tsk tsk tsk I question your mental health, Higurashi?” She sighed. “What do you want, Dariko?” She asked, in a calm voice surprisingly.
He had been in a bind. He couldn’t just forget the kiss. Really... he had been trying to shut her up. She had been on is mind a lot lately. After he saw the newspaper. He decided to form a plan. Publicity would be good. He would also get her out of his hair in the process. He had to remember the day that she had beat him and begrudgingly he would admit that she had done well, she had been graceful, and beautiful... full lips, enchanting eyes... and a particularly annoying personality. He had no idea that he was zoning out. That was of course until she brought it to his attention.
She snorted, “ surely you didn’t call me out here just to stare at me” this was too much for him. “ I don’t have the time nor patience to deal with you,” Was his reply. “However I have a proposition for you...” he stopped talking and she just stared at him waiting patiently for him to continue. “I wish to impersonate a relationship with you it would give the press something to talk about and our fans something to idolize,” Even as he said this he noticed her eyes go wide. When her eyes returned to normal she thought about it. He noticed the crease in her brow and knew that he had her then. “Do you accept?” He asked.
“Yes I accept,” She replied... and that was the beginning of a beautiful, albeit annoying, and dysfunctional, relationship.