InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Love was Wont to Hate Her ❯ The Date ( Chapter 5 )

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

Chapter 5: The Date
He couldn’t believe he had done that... asked her to impersonate... Well never mind, no use pretending to be remorseful. He would get his revenge, and win back his title. That was what it was all about, wasn’t it? He sighed. Now, what would he be attending... oh... Picking up the phone he dialed her number. How he obtained the number was a simple thing to explain. He got it from her friend... his friend.
She was currently watching TV when her cell rang. “Hello, Dariko,” she said calmly. “How did you know it was I?” He was so annoying, why did he have to be annoying, and have a velvety smooth voice... why couldn’t he have a scratchy voice, a girly voice, a voice that didn’t make her want to see him? “Because You are the Only Person that would interrupt me when I am doing something important,” she snorted and surprisingly found him doing the same, although his was... more refined... why did he have to do everything so perfect? “I highly doubt that... what is so important about sitting around watching TV?” When he asked this she noticed that the TV was up loud enough that he could hear it and she cursed. “For your information I was relaxing my muscles, and that is important... humph,” she knew it was childish but she didn’t care, he was to annoying for his own good. “Would you like to accompany me to the I A of D ball tomorrow night?” The jerk how dare he change the subject, he shoul-... What? The I A of D Ball... oh... The IAD Ball. But only the real couples are invited there. “Would this be a real date? Are you asking me out? Or is this part of the proposition?”
He didn’t know why he asked her. It really didn’t matter if she accepted or not he would merely show up at her house and drag her out. Reminding her of the proposition that she agreed to. “Would this be a real date? Are you asking me out? Or is this part of the proposition?” This surprised him; he nearly dropped the phone... nearly. Well it would benefit him greatly if he said yes. She would be easier to handle. “It is a real date...” He heard her gasp. “What time?” She sounded pleased. “At seven thirty I will pick you up because the ball starts around or at eight, ” He sighed. May be this wouldn’t be so bad... she’s not his real girlfriend but this would be a real date and for some odd reason he was nervous. What a silly thing it is to feel this... odd emotion. Coming to pick her up was uneventful, but arriving he was shocked to see what she was wearing. His heart skipped a beat, how preposterous that his heart would skip a beat for her. But she did look amazing. She was wearing a light pink strapless dress that clung to all the right places but once it reached her upper thigh it fanned out to look as if she was walking on air it went down covering up her feet where her toes shown out in a lighter shade of pink that it looked off white. Her sandals had two-inch heels on them. Her hair was cascading down her back in waves reaching about mid waist; she had bangs covering her eyes and diamond earrings. Also she had a diamond shaped cut on the space to show off her belly button, but not too much skin. Her dress also had splits up the sides. Her eyes were shining and she had a pinkish hue on her lips.
She saw Sesshoumaru waiting outside so she opened the door. He looked great with his white suite, or tuxedo with a black tie. He held the door of the limo open for her she smiled as she got in saying thank you. Once she was comfortable she sat back and relaxed. She wasn’t amazed; she had rode in a limo before, she just preferred to drive herself, hence her three cars that were at this moment in her parking garage. His limo had a Champaign bar right behind the window to the drivers seat. He actually offered her one. “Sure thank you Sesshoumaru,” He looked at her funny after she said that. “What?” She asked perturbed. “You actually said my name;” His voice was deadpan, “and not Dariko”. She smiled to herself. “I was only saying that because this is a date and it would not be proper for me to call you by your last name... would it? I was only trying to be comfortable with you but if it bothers you I will call you Darik..” He interrupted her in the midst with a kiss. She blushed, that is until he said, “Woman, you talk entirely too much,”. She glared. How dare he. Yet, she didn’t notice that she was still blushing. She would have commented on this but...
“We are here,” said the driver. He got out of the car and opened the door. Sesshoumaru got out of the limo and held out his hand to her. He barely noticed the flashing cameras’ by his fans. He only noticed her hand as it glowed faintly even in the dark. As she emerged completely the crowd gasped and he inwardly smirked. She herself merely smiled at the people having been used to crowds. His emotionless mask was on and she was calm as ever as they actually entered the ballroom. Couples were dining and others dancing to the music and many were in conversations. But all of that seemed to end when the two came in. Although it was only for a split second it seemed forever before every thing started up again. He led her over to the dance floor, where the mamba was playing. They danced, swinging their hips, and snapping their hands. He got on one knee and she danced around him while smiling seductively. When she reached his front she swayed her hips to the sound of the music while snapping her hands, her eyes gleamed with mirth and seduction... even a bit of playful innocence. He stood then so she was standing in the middle turning in a circle swaying her hips to the song while moving her arms, while he danced around her frame and somehow she ended up leaning back and he leaning over her one of his arms supporting her lower back, and one of his arms out ward away from her and one of her arms back with the other one on his shoulder. They ended the dance with a simultaneous snap of forefinger and thumb from their free hands. So engaged in the dance were they that they missed the looks of awe on everyone's faces until the music stopped and there was uproar of applause. She blushed but pushed it down when she saw the amused look in his eye. She walked to the staircase that led to another room that had a balcony. Looking out at the moon she smiled.
That was how he found her. Smiling at the moon. How foolish she is. What has the moon got to offer anyway? As if sensing his arrival she turned to him. That infernal smile still stuck to her pretty little face. “I love the moon I have always loved the moon. Surprisingly more than my studies. Just because I am smart doesn’t mean I can’t like the simple things. And the moon just calls to me,” Seeing how the moon shined on her he was caught up and nearly missed the last of her words, “But lately as much as I love the moon, and as much as I love dancing, I find my love is else where also...” He saw how slight tears shining in her eyes. The fierce drop lings refused to fall. She turned away from him with a sigh. Just who in the world held her love, walking towards her he pulled her into a comforting embrace and turned her about only to kiss her gently on the lips, no one would dare to take her away from him. Wait a minute... when had she become his... grr she just got more annoying, he wasn’t into her was he? She had to be the irkingly beautiful, annoying woman that was apparently in love with someone else. “You will not bring love into this...” He hated the words the moment he said them. He saw tears come again and he pulled her into a bruising kiss. Yes, apparently he cared for her on some level. Why did she have to be the woman he loved to hate and hated to love...
“This is business, do you understand?” He had asked this after she had calmed down, and he had stopped kissing her soft inviting lips. The enticed him. Even more so than her lovely eyes. He followed her out and down the stairs towards where they started the announcements. “Welcome to the International Art of Dance Ball... We would like to thank everyone who came and we wish for you all to enjoy yourselves... Now lets do what we do best. Let the music start and let the Dancing begin...” Both Kagome and Sesshoumaru immediately hit the floor. Seemed as if they were having a battle of the dances. Sesshoumaru would go at it while she looked him up and down then she would go at it. There was a crowd around the two as they continued their private contest. Surprisingly, she lost. But if the truth were told, she remembered that the last time she won she had to leave. So she let him win. Though since she was an expert it looked as if she messed up. “Ha! I have officially proven that I was the better dancer... Try another talent, girl,” The words were out of his egotistical (sexy...) mouth ( sorry, I have issues... although it is true) before he knew it. There was a collection of gasps before she stormed out of the ballroom, anger and hurt practically radiating off of her.
Why he didn’t feel pleased... he didn’t know.
Yes, it was official he had finally lost his mind... Guilt... why should he feel guilt?
She deserved it didn’t she?
Higurashi Kagome, He loved to hate and hated to love her...
Her fiery eyes, her plump and soft pink lips...
Irking beautyl...
Kagome... yes... he hated her now.