InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I love to hear you scream: A story of Highschool Chaos ❯ Drink, drank, drunk; Drugged? ( Chapter 10 )
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By: ixmyeyesadorehim 
I hope its workin now...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.09.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
I hope its workin now...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.09.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
AN:
I completely and utterly dedicate this Chapter to my most beloved fan. Even though it had taken me several months for an update, this little dear would email me and try and keep me going. ^.^ You know who you are, my email buddy.
With the downfall of my computer, all my pictures, all my short stories…I was basically heart broken. I mean, I worked for years on some of those projects, and now they are all gone…but, it’s alright. The stories are still up here *taps head*.
So anyways, this chapter is all yours (insert name here). I’ll put something juicy in, just for you.
**I’m not giving out any names, sorry**
*Krissy’s Playlist*
“Little Razorblade”- The Pink Spiders
“Front line”- Pillar
“The Red”- Chevelle
“Fully Alive”- Fly Leaf
“So Sick”- Fly Leaf
“These Boots” Nancy Sinatra
“The Black Parade”- My Chemical Romance
“Tear Drop”- Portishead
“Ugly”- The Exies
***
Kagome chewed on her bottom lip.
She was suddenly very aware of her appearance, and was already growing weary of being on the stage. How strange…her actually not wanting to perform. Normally she was all over any chance she had, but not so much today…in this place, with these people.
Not with InuYasha watching.
“So…” the demon started, eyes gleaming with something she knew had to be mischievous, “What will it be Higurashi?”
Kagome pulled at her skirt, and her top. She trying to make it seem casual, as if she wasn’t fazed in the least bit by the dog demons presence. “Well,” she started, running her shivering fingers through her long hair.
She had to think of a song, and quick. All that time behind the curtains thinking of the songs she could sing seemed to disappear from her mind. She really hated singing other peoples music…
Then a song clicked immediately in her head.
“I suppose I could do “These Boots”, by the lovely Nancy Sinatra.” She responded, looking him straight in the eye, her right arm positioned on her hip. The hanyou quirked a brow at her, and then stepped back to talk with the DJ.
“Well man, you think you can do it?” he asked the boy, who nodded and disappeared behind the black curtains next to him.
InuYasha grinned and walked coolly back to his previous place. “I just got to ask…” he started, his stupid cooked half smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Kagome eyed him quizzically, trying to pretend that he was much more of an eye sore than he actually was.
“Yes?” she asked, sounded bored. Her eyes floated across the crowd of people. They were sizing her up, like a pig to the slaughter. “Go on, Dog boy.”
The crowd threw in their own opinions about her last statement; she tried very hard to ignore it all. InuYasha though, didn’t look fazed at all.
“So what’s an innocent thing like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, practically shrugging. “Nice out fit by the way…” he drawled out, his eyes flicking across her form. Kagome blushed immediately, instantly attempting to pull down her skirt and then adjust her shirt, even though making it more conservative would be hopeless…
Kagome rolled her beautiful eyes despite the Hanyou’s attempt to embarrass her, and just let the appreciative whistles and shouts roll off her shoulders. After the audience calmed down, she tapped her finger lightly on the mic she held in her hand. As the warm flooded more into her belly, felt as though it was easier to move and function, so she leisurely placed her hand on her exposed hip.
“Actually,” she started, removing invisible dirt from beneath her fingernails. A call from the audience caught her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder. Sango was next to Miroku, looking rather nervous and uncertain, but smiling none-the-less. Miroku was glaring at the demon next Kagome. “-…I am here to do a little promotion for my band.”
The audience laughed, much to the miko’s displeasure. Sango glared at everyone around them.
InuYasha didn’t laugh, but a coy look was etched on his face. “Oh really? I didn’t know the Spice Girls were back together…?” He mused, folding his arms over his chest. The crowed cheered and hooted their approval.
“If you call screaming and amazing guitar riffs Spice Girl music, I’m curious as to what you listen to, Dog-Breath?” she hissed, a little offended this time.
InuYasha face displayed that of fake astonishment. “Oh, that’s what your music sounds like?” he said, facing the crowd. “Gee, where do I buy the tickets?”
Sango’s hand shot in the aim immediately and she pointed to herself. “Right here, baby.” She said defiantly, her tone was rather hot and cocky…even for her. She too, was obviously disturbed by how the audience was treating Kagome tonight.
“Want a preview?” Miroku shouted, cupping his free hand over his mouth, the other holding a drink a lovely lady had given him. He was smug; smug because he was confident in his two beautiful friends and their abilities. Sango grinned and bent over to lean casually against the stage, her chin resting in her palm.
“How about it?”
InuYasha blinked as if he was trying to make out who was talking. Shaking his head in amusement, he shrugged. “If this wench thinks she can do it, go ahead.” He started, not seemingly as if he really cared.
“Oh, I’ll do it.” Kagome snapped, walking over to where Sango stood and reaching out her hand. “Come up with me,” she demanded rather than asked. Her friend nodded, allowing Kagome to pull her up. Before Sango was completely on the stage, Miroku stopped her and handed his drink up to her.
“Trust me; she’s going to be needing another one for this.” He said, eyes comical but still intense. Sango starred at him. He rolled his eyes, “I haven’t even sipped it yet!” Miroku insisted, pushing the drink into her hands.
Kagome tugged at Sango’s arm, gently pulling the girl onto the stage.
InuYasha’s eyes narrowed as soon as the lights cleared the woman’s face, he recognized her instantly. “Oh God, not this bitch…” he muttered, to low for the audience to hear. But Kagome and Sango did, and they shot him a murdering glare.
“Watch your mouth dog!” Sango hissed, and Kagome’s eyes flooded momentarily with a look promising sudden pain. Shed hoped it would remind him of the first day the met, or she would remind him herself. When the girl mouthed, ‘Do you want zapped?’ to him, his cute ears flattened against his head and he narrowed his eyes.
“Let’s see what these two little girl scouts can do…”
Sango stomped over to him, and immediately snapped the microphone from his hand.
“I’ll be taking THAT!” she snapped, turning away from him almost as quickly as she took his mic.
The angry expression faded from her face, and she became focused. “So what are we singing?” she asked, flicking her long onyx hair from her shoulder. Kagome only shrugged, the uncomfortable butterflies in her stomach beginning to dissipate.
“How about ‘So Sick’?” she asked coolly, eyes on Sango. The girl nodded, and looked to the crowd. The all had imperceptible looks on their faces, and Sango wasn’t completely sure if their music was going to be the right kind of music for this crowd. But when her eyes met Miroku’s, suddenly she really didn’t care.
Sango remembered the drink in her hand, and she lifted it to her lips to take a swig. Shaking her head, she handed it to Kagome. “You’ll need it.” She stated, licking the sweet liquid from her lips. Kagome eyed the drink carefully, remembering how the precious one had tasted…but then she met InuYasha’s gaze, and very quickly decided that if anything made this night easier, she was up for it.
“Boy, you all are in for it…” Sango stated to the audience, amusement tickling through her words. After Kagome finished the drink, she ignored the look her friend gave her and tossed the empty cup to Miroku. Her eyes me his, and he smiled up at her. After a small moment, he gave a crooked grin, sending them both his lecherous winks. Sango rolled her eyes.
Sango waited for the crowd to quiet down, ignoring the comments about her and Kagome’s outfits. It became quiet, almost silent. She closed her eyes, and tuned herself into the tapping of Kagome’s foot. She had to be in time with the girl, and this was a little parlor trick they used to remain in sync.
One, two, three… Sango counted in her mind and Kagome inhaled deeply, she let her frustration (as well as the words to the song) free.
“I will break into your thoughts…” she started slowly, the first part of the song soft and silky. Her voice echoed through the room, the acoustics much better than either of the girls thought. It was chilling almost; her voice was so light and sweet. Kagome felt s smile pulling at her lips, and she couldn’t help but feel menacing as she let the lyrics escape her. “-with what's written on my heart…!” She was a different person onstage.
Sango pulled the mic to her lips and bent her torso down lower to the ground. She knew it would make the scream come out deeper, more like a snarl then a feminine call. When her timing came, she breathed in and she screamed in unison with her friend. “I will …BREAK!” Kagome sang, and Sango cried. The listened to the echo with joy.
“…BREAK!!!”
There was a pause, a moment of silence after Sango’s scream. But she didn’t care, she was pleased with her self. She was so satisfi1ed in fact, that she added an extra sway to her hips as walked over to where the dumbfounded host stood. She smiled at him and dropped the microphone back into his hands. “Here ‘yah go.” She said, her normal expressions returned, calm and collected.
The hanyou stood…silent and eyes draw together, almost in confusion. His left ear twitched and so did his eye brow. It was still quiet.
Kagome was panting slightly, but couldn’t help but notice the silence all around them…it actually made her already dizzy head, spin. ‘Maybe this isn’t our kind of crowd…’ she thought, looking desperately to Miroku and then to Sango, who was currently jumping down from the stage; she hadn’t noticed the silence yet.
Then something surprising happened; the crowd started responded. At first it was small, a few claps, but the clapping picked up and the group roared, whistling and hooting. Kagome couldn’t hide her blush when some of the men in her audience shouted out to her. She glanced back at InuYasha, who was still in shock. His mouth hung open, and his golden eyes were wide. It was all the girl could do to prevent herself from letting out a chuckle. She just loved it when people had reactions like that; it encouraged her.
Kagome hadn’t realized, but she was really starting to feel relaxed…very, very relaxed. A warm feeling engulfed her body again and chased the tension bottled up in the center of her chest away. She felt light, and comfortable… ‘Strange,’ she thought momentarily, but her previous woe’s fading away. Her eyes returned to InuYasha, and for some reason… she allowed them to admire his physique. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was incredibly apparent, or if InuYasha was just good at catching things like that, because when her eyes caught his… they brooded.
“Are you ready for MY song yet?” she asked, the words falling smoothly from her lips and a pouting look decorating her features. Turned away from her, but she was most certain he never lost the cocky smirk on his face. He rolled his shoulders and then looked up at the recently appeared DJ.
“All set man?” he asked, his grin deepening when the man nodded. The jockey put his headset back on.
“You sing it, I’ll mix it.” He said, catching Kagome’s gaze before he began testing his record out on the mix board before him.
Kagome smirked again, though this time she wasn’t sure why. Her mood felt odd and out of place. She should be more serious, more concerned about the presence of the audience and about the grinning dog demon. But she wasn’t… at all. She was warm, free and light as a bird. That was all that mattered. But it shouldn’t.
She looked up at the disc jockey and nodded sweetly. InuYasha turned back around, and then motioned to some men behind him, hidden by the dark. Kagome quirked her brow at him skeptically, suspicious as to why the men were bringing out a chair. The handsome hanyou gave the girl a crooked grin and then reclined back into the chair. Her mouth opened to question, but she was cut off with the answer.
“You will be singing to ME…” InuYasha said, his words carrying a different meaning. Kagome blinked, and she turned immediately to meet the gaze of her friend. Sango shook her head and pleaded silently about not knowing anything. ‘It figures…’ Kagome thought, her teeth gritting together.
The music started playing then, the stage vibrating with the songs renowned pulse, so heavy with bass. It reminded Kagome of the sway of a woman’s hips, walking down a runway to stand before a man. That woman would pause there, her hand on her hip, looking catty and delicious; utterly untouchable. She would run her finger down his chest, biting the curve of her lip along the way. The man would grin, so of himself.
And the woman would let him have it.
Kagome smiled to herself and tapped her foot along with the beat. The dizziness had faded, replaced by a feeling of triumph and menace. She was invincible and even seductive, though something in the back of her mind gasped at that word. No one could touch her, no one. She was warm, and free. No one in this place mattered, not even that cocky man before her. She wet her lips, and coolly let the song escape through her.
‘Of course it’s real! Stupid!’ a little Kagome snapped, folding her tiny arms over her chest. Kagome ignored her brains feeble attempts to process logical information. She didn’t want this to be real, she wanted it to be like a play she was just reenacting. Because that was exactly how she would treat it, no matter what the little Kagome in her mind told her to do.
She could practically feel the eyes on her, and she honestly didn’t mind. She was performing, it wasn’t real. Her fingers were moving before she could tell them to stop, and they traveled up the boy’s leg. They traveled higher, across his chest, which she could tell was taunt with muscles, and stopped at his collar.
InuYasha let out a breath.
Kagome couldn’t help but grin as she turned around in the boys lap, slipping away from him. When her feet returned to the ground she turned on her heal, and began to slowly walk away from InuYasha.
“These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”
She stared at him, ignoring the little Kagome screaming in her head. That Kagome was chiding her, her cheeks were flushed red as she was stomping her feet and failing her arms above her head. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Little Kagome shouted, pulling at her own hair.
“You’re EMBARRASSING yourself!”
Kagome shook her head mentally and rolled her eyes. She didn’t care. Didn’t little Kagome understand that she was invincible? Didn’t she get that THIS wasn’t even happening? All the real Kagome was doing was acting out a hilarious joke, it’s not like she was ACTUALLY dancing and singing. What a silly thought!
“You’re drunk idiot! GET OFF THE STAGE!” Little Kagome shouted again, her little hands clenched in a fist.
‘Too late…’
“You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin' and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.”
Kagome was grinning at the audience now, her eyes floating across unrecognizable faces. They were cheering for her, calling out her name. It felt so good, so-so…unreal! She loved the way her heels clicked on the stage a she walked, and did her sensual little dance moves. She loved the reactions she was getting. Normal Kagome would be appalled, if not disgusted with this crowd. She was a girl of modesty, of carefulness. Hell, if normal Kagome were here, she would be kicking the intoxicated Kagome’s ass for embarrassing her.
…And that was when intoxicated Kagome realized she was indeed, intoxicated. The thought stung something inside of her; something she assumed was her pride. It’s not that she minded the drink so much, just the idea that her stupidity was being controlled by alcohol. The little Kagome in her head was right, she was embarrassing herself.
She had to play it off coolly now, though the temptation to be ‘wanted’ and to flirt was almost over powering. ‘Damn you Sango!’ she thought, her eyes breaking apart the crowd, searching for her friend. When she couldn’t find her, Kagome just continued with the song. Her eyes left the body of people and returned to the body of her…well, she wasn’t exactly sure what he was. He pissed her off, she was sure of that.
“These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you…”
InuYasha met Kagome’s walk half way. He knew something was off. Not that he minded having a beautiful girl pressing her body up against his, but this wasn’t the fiery Higurashi Kagome that never failed to put him in his place for the past 2 weeks. The girl was in front of him now, her eyes sparkling and glazed over. She was touching him. Oh Kami, did the girl’s hands feel so good across the skin on his neck.
He fingers at its nape, pulling slightly at the sensitive hairs growing there. He could feel the soft prickly of her finger nails moving slowly up, and then back down his scalp. It made the muscles tighten all over his body. InuYasha shook his head, trying to make the feeling fade. He shouldn’t be reacting this way…all he wanted to do was get the girls goat, to tease her and make those cheeks flare red in anger. It was cute…
But…if this woman continued the way she was, performing or not… he was going to hurt her. And not in the way that most would think.
InuYasha leaned his head down, just above her ear as she sang the next line of the song.
“You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.”
Kagome’s heart was beating profusely in her chest. She didn’t know how to control herself. She was reveling in the attention the man before her was giving, letting her crush her body to his as she danced. His skin was hot, and almost clammy. She wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the stage, or from her. There was just something about him, something that Normal Kagome noticed every time she was him, but was too afraid to do anything about it.
Something pulled her too him.
And right now, it didn’t matter than she was drunk, or that she might regret her actions in the morning, she just wanted his attention. Kagome was please, so very pleased when the song was about to come to a finish. His hands had made their way to her hips, his beautiful, strong hands. The warmth she had felt earlier multiplied, and her body felt so hot she was sure she was going to overheat.
Just then, he leaned his head against hers and she could feel the puff of his breath against her skin. Kagome was certain she was going to faint then, because it felt so good.
“Higurashi…” he started, using her formal last name. It made Kagome wince. “You’re drunk, you need to calm down…”
The raven haired beauty wrinkled her nose, frustrated. So he didn’t like her performance?! Well, Kagome would fix that.
“Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah, and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.”
Kagome’s head tilted up, her eyes focusing on the boys before her. InuYasha stood there quietly, looking rather uncomfortable. His eyes were distant as he stared down at her, as if her were off in some other place. But the girl didn’t care. She reveled in his amber depths, in the warmth of his skin, and his strong scent. She always wondered what beautiful boys tasted like.
Kagome’s hand removed itself from the microphone, and slipped underneath InuYasha’s chin. She leaned forward, and gently…captured the hanyou’s lips with her own.
It was like electricity. It ran instantly through her veins. Her whole body tingled, and her muscles ached from the contact. She wasn’t sure why she did it, or how she had managed the courage. But she did, and she was enjoying g it. Even though the hanyou wasn’t responding, it didn’t matter. She knew she had shocked it, and that was all that mattered.
Very satisfied, Kagome separated herself from InuYasha, not turning to soak up his dumbfounded expression and dark eyes.
“Are you ready boots? Start walkin'…” She half sang, half whispered, her hips swaying to the last bass line of the song. All InuYasha could do was admire the sight of her body moving away from him, the bare skin of her back glowing and teasing like candy to a child. He had never itched to touch a person more in his life. Never.
…And the crowed was going insane.
Sango watched in dumb amazement as her friend danced on stage. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She even had to rub her eyes a couple times to reassure herself that it was, indeed, Kagome parading around and practically throwing herself on her ‘nemesis’. Her eyes grazed over Kagome’s face, focusing on her ocean eyes. They were glossy and dreamy, as if she wasn’t really even. Sango thought it was amusing. Actually, Sango thought the whole little performance was pretty funny. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“Uh, Sango?”
The girl turned, her gaze falling on the boy next to her. He was handsome, she realized. He had high cheek bones, soft brown eyes and long hair, captured at the nape of his neck with a pony tail. Sango was fighting the urge to pull the hair tie out. The girl grinned.
“Yes, Miroku?” she purred, her fingers catching his arm to pull herself closer to him. Miroku gasped slightly, his eyes widening at the sudden show of attention. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, the closeness of her body making his head want to spin. Sango trailed her fingers up and down the exposed skin of his arms.
Sighing, Miroku relaxed his head against the girls. “Sango, you’re drunk.” He stated, sounding very disappointed. Sango pulled away from him immediately and forced him to meet her gaze. When the monk finally gave in, she smirked and scrunched her nose up at him.
“That’s not true;” she chirped, a playing smile on her face “I haven’t had enough yet!”
Miroku raised his brow at the girl, eyeing her quizzically. She was as giddy as a school girl. Even though the idea of Sango being a school girl was, indeed, a wonderful idea; she never was ‘giddy’. It definitely wouldn’t be the first word that came to mind when describing her normal mood, ‘violent’ would be more accurate.
She was right though; she definitely hadn’t had enough alcohol yet to get her this messed up. Miroku’s eyes moved back to the stage. He watched Kagome walk away from the silver haired demon, reclining back in his seat. He saw the girl’s added sway to her hips, and the smooth way she moved. Something was off.
“What was in that drink anyways, Miroku?” Sango asked leisurely, twirling a long strand of her hair around her finger. She snuggled up against his arm, tracing her fingers in circles on his chest. It dawned on him then.
“That drink…i-it was drugged!”
Sango blinked. “Hmm.” Her voice sounded small, like a little child’s; playful and innocent. She shrugged her shoulders and sluggishly wrapped her arms around Miroku’s neck. The boy stammered and generously tried to pull away from the girls grasp.
Sango pouted up at him. “You don’t want me?” she whispered, pulling his face closer to hers. Miroku sputtered, unable to find the right words. Her face was so close, he could feel the light puff of air against his skin. God, she had a good grip…
“San-Sango, it’s not that I don’t want you–” he stammered, trying to ignore the fact that her body was crushing his. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it. Sango’s expression changed dramatically. “You have to…”
The girl quickly released her grip, cutting him off. “Yes it is!” she snapped. Sango pushed herself away from her friend and turned on her heel, stomping off in the opposite direction of HE was.
“Damn! No Sango, come back! You don’t understand!” he shouted, pleading with her. If she got caught up in the wrong guy, especially like she was, there would be trouble. Miroku would be tearing someone apart and Sango would regret everything in the morning.
The boy took one last look at the stage, relieved to discover his ‘secret ally’ had noticed Kagome’s strange behavior.
“What the hell did that woman put in my drink?” He muttered, a wave of frustration passing through him. Any other time, something like this would happen. But where ever Sango and Kagome go…
Trouble follows.
***
AN
So everyone, what did you think? IM SO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER! I have to admit, it was alittle hard to write. I bet it will be up for revision in a few weeks, after I write the next couple chapters.
Speaking of which, chapter 11 has already got 2 pages to its name! ^.^ So an update should be here in a couple days! Hang in there!
(Oh yeah! To my #1 fan, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^.^ )
I better explain the playlist thing too. When I’m writing, I generally make up a playlist of songs that I’m listening to at the time. Some songs go along with the events and moods of the characters, others just inspire me to write more.
The theme song for this chapter is “Little Razorblade” by the Pink Spiders. The chapter flowed a lot easier for me when I listened to it at the beginning. ^.^
I completely and utterly dedicate this Chapter to my most beloved fan. Even though it had taken me several months for an update, this little dear would email me and try and keep me going. ^.^ You know who you are, my email buddy.
With the downfall of my computer, all my pictures, all my short stories…I was basically heart broken. I mean, I worked for years on some of those projects, and now they are all gone…but, it’s alright. The stories are still up here *taps head*.
So anyways, this chapter is all yours (insert name here). I’ll put something juicy in, just for you.
**I’m not giving out any names, sorry**
*Krissy’s Playlist*
“Little Razorblade”- The Pink Spiders
“Front line”- Pillar
“The Red”- Chevelle
“Fully Alive”- Fly Leaf
“So Sick”- Fly Leaf
“These Boots” Nancy Sinatra
“The Black Parade”- My Chemical Romance
“Tear Drop”- Portishead
“Ugly”- The Exies
***
Kagome chewed on her bottom lip.
She was suddenly very aware of her appearance, and was already growing weary of being on the stage. How strange…her actually not wanting to perform. Normally she was all over any chance she had, but not so much today…in this place, with these people.
Not with InuYasha watching.
“So…” the demon started, eyes gleaming with something she knew had to be mischievous, “What will it be Higurashi?”
Kagome pulled at her skirt, and her top. She trying to make it seem casual, as if she wasn’t fazed in the least bit by the dog demons presence. “Well,” she started, running her shivering fingers through her long hair.
She had to think of a song, and quick. All that time behind the curtains thinking of the songs she could sing seemed to disappear from her mind. She really hated singing other peoples music…
Then a song clicked immediately in her head.
“I suppose I could do “These Boots”, by the lovely Nancy Sinatra.” She responded, looking him straight in the eye, her right arm positioned on her hip. The hanyou quirked a brow at her, and then stepped back to talk with the DJ.
“Well man, you think you can do it?” he asked the boy, who nodded and disappeared behind the black curtains next to him.
InuYasha grinned and walked coolly back to his previous place. “I just got to ask…” he started, his stupid cooked half smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Kagome eyed him quizzically, trying to pretend that he was much more of an eye sore than he actually was.
“Yes?” she asked, sounded bored. Her eyes floated across the crowd of people. They were sizing her up, like a pig to the slaughter. “Go on, Dog boy.”
The crowd threw in their own opinions about her last statement; she tried very hard to ignore it all. InuYasha though, didn’t look fazed at all.
“So what’s an innocent thing like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, practically shrugging. “Nice out fit by the way…” he drawled out, his eyes flicking across her form. Kagome blushed immediately, instantly attempting to pull down her skirt and then adjust her shirt, even though making it more conservative would be hopeless…
Kagome rolled her beautiful eyes despite the Hanyou’s attempt to embarrass her, and just let the appreciative whistles and shouts roll off her shoulders. After the audience calmed down, she tapped her finger lightly on the mic she held in her hand. As the warm flooded more into her belly, felt as though it was easier to move and function, so she leisurely placed her hand on her exposed hip.
“Actually,” she started, removing invisible dirt from beneath her fingernails. A call from the audience caught her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder. Sango was next to Miroku, looking rather nervous and uncertain, but smiling none-the-less. Miroku was glaring at the demon next Kagome. “-…I am here to do a little promotion for my band.”
The audience laughed, much to the miko’s displeasure. Sango glared at everyone around them.
InuYasha didn’t laugh, but a coy look was etched on his face. “Oh really? I didn’t know the Spice Girls were back together…?” He mused, folding his arms over his chest. The crowed cheered and hooted their approval.
“If you call screaming and amazing guitar riffs Spice Girl music, I’m curious as to what you listen to, Dog-Breath?” she hissed, a little offended this time.
InuYasha face displayed that of fake astonishment. “Oh, that’s what your music sounds like?” he said, facing the crowd. “Gee, where do I buy the tickets?”
Sango’s hand shot in the aim immediately and she pointed to herself. “Right here, baby.” She said defiantly, her tone was rather hot and cocky…even for her. She too, was obviously disturbed by how the audience was treating Kagome tonight.
“Want a preview?” Miroku shouted, cupping his free hand over his mouth, the other holding a drink a lovely lady had given him. He was smug; smug because he was confident in his two beautiful friends and their abilities. Sango grinned and bent over to lean casually against the stage, her chin resting in her palm.
“How about it?”
InuYasha blinked as if he was trying to make out who was talking. Shaking his head in amusement, he shrugged. “If this wench thinks she can do it, go ahead.” He started, not seemingly as if he really cared.
“Oh, I’ll do it.” Kagome snapped, walking over to where Sango stood and reaching out her hand. “Come up with me,” she demanded rather than asked. Her friend nodded, allowing Kagome to pull her up. Before Sango was completely on the stage, Miroku stopped her and handed his drink up to her.
“Trust me; she’s going to be needing another one for this.” He said, eyes comical but still intense. Sango starred at him. He rolled his eyes, “I haven’t even sipped it yet!” Miroku insisted, pushing the drink into her hands.
Kagome tugged at Sango’s arm, gently pulling the girl onto the stage.
InuYasha’s eyes narrowed as soon as the lights cleared the woman’s face, he recognized her instantly. “Oh God, not this bitch…” he muttered, to low for the audience to hear. But Kagome and Sango did, and they shot him a murdering glare.
“Watch your mouth dog!” Sango hissed, and Kagome’s eyes flooded momentarily with a look promising sudden pain. Shed hoped it would remind him of the first day the met, or she would remind him herself. When the girl mouthed, ‘Do you want zapped?’ to him, his cute ears flattened against his head and he narrowed his eyes.
“Let’s see what these two little girl scouts can do…”
Sango stomped over to him, and immediately snapped the microphone from his hand.
“I’ll be taking THAT!” she snapped, turning away from him almost as quickly as she took his mic.
The angry expression faded from her face, and she became focused. “So what are we singing?” she asked, flicking her long onyx hair from her shoulder. Kagome only shrugged, the uncomfortable butterflies in her stomach beginning to dissipate.
“How about ‘So Sick’?” she asked coolly, eyes on Sango. The girl nodded, and looked to the crowd. The all had imperceptible looks on their faces, and Sango wasn’t completely sure if their music was going to be the right kind of music for this crowd. But when her eyes met Miroku’s, suddenly she really didn’t care.
Sango remembered the drink in her hand, and she lifted it to her lips to take a swig. Shaking her head, she handed it to Kagome. “You’ll need it.” She stated, licking the sweet liquid from her lips. Kagome eyed the drink carefully, remembering how the precious one had tasted…but then she met InuYasha’s gaze, and very quickly decided that if anything made this night easier, she was up for it.
“Boy, you all are in for it…” Sango stated to the audience, amusement tickling through her words. After Kagome finished the drink, she ignored the look her friend gave her and tossed the empty cup to Miroku. Her eyes me his, and he smiled up at her. After a small moment, he gave a crooked grin, sending them both his lecherous winks. Sango rolled her eyes.
Sango waited for the crowd to quiet down, ignoring the comments about her and Kagome’s outfits. It became quiet, almost silent. She closed her eyes, and tuned herself into the tapping of Kagome’s foot. She had to be in time with the girl, and this was a little parlor trick they used to remain in sync.
One, two, three… Sango counted in her mind and Kagome inhaled deeply, she let her frustration (as well as the words to the song) free.
“I will break into your thoughts…” she started slowly, the first part of the song soft and silky. Her voice echoed through the room, the acoustics much better than either of the girls thought. It was chilling almost; her voice was so light and sweet. Kagome felt s smile pulling at her lips, and she couldn’t help but feel menacing as she let the lyrics escape her. “-with what's written on my heart…!” She was a different person onstage.
Sango pulled the mic to her lips and bent her torso down lower to the ground. She knew it would make the scream come out deeper, more like a snarl then a feminine call. When her timing came, she breathed in and she screamed in unison with her friend. “I will …BREAK!” Kagome sang, and Sango cried. The listened to the echo with joy.
“…BREAK!!!”
There was a pause, a moment of silence after Sango’s scream. But she didn’t care, she was pleased with her self. She was so satisfi1ed in fact, that she added an extra sway to her hips as walked over to where the dumbfounded host stood. She smiled at him and dropped the microphone back into his hands. “Here ‘yah go.” She said, her normal expressions returned, calm and collected.
The hanyou stood…silent and eyes draw together, almost in confusion. His left ear twitched and so did his eye brow. It was still quiet.
Kagome was panting slightly, but couldn’t help but notice the silence all around them…it actually made her already dizzy head, spin. ‘Maybe this isn’t our kind of crowd…’ she thought, looking desperately to Miroku and then to Sango, who was currently jumping down from the stage; she hadn’t noticed the silence yet.
Then something surprising happened; the crowd started responded. At first it was small, a few claps, but the clapping picked up and the group roared, whistling and hooting. Kagome couldn’t hide her blush when some of the men in her audience shouted out to her. She glanced back at InuYasha, who was still in shock. His mouth hung open, and his golden eyes were wide. It was all the girl could do to prevent herself from letting out a chuckle. She just loved it when people had reactions like that; it encouraged her.
Kagome hadn’t realized, but she was really starting to feel relaxed…very, very relaxed. A warm feeling engulfed her body again and chased the tension bottled up in the center of her chest away. She felt light, and comfortable… ‘Strange,’ she thought momentarily, but her previous woe’s fading away. Her eyes returned to InuYasha, and for some reason… she allowed them to admire his physique. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was incredibly apparent, or if InuYasha was just good at catching things like that, because when her eyes caught his… they brooded.
“Are you ready for MY song yet?” she asked, the words falling smoothly from her lips and a pouting look decorating her features. Turned away from her, but she was most certain he never lost the cocky smirk on his face. He rolled his shoulders and then looked up at the recently appeared DJ.
“All set man?” he asked, his grin deepening when the man nodded. The jockey put his headset back on.
“You sing it, I’ll mix it.” He said, catching Kagome’s gaze before he began testing his record out on the mix board before him.
Kagome smirked again, though this time she wasn’t sure why. Her mood felt odd and out of place. She should be more serious, more concerned about the presence of the audience and about the grinning dog demon. But she wasn’t… at all. She was warm, free and light as a bird. That was all that mattered. But it shouldn’t.
She looked up at the disc jockey and nodded sweetly. InuYasha turned back around, and then motioned to some men behind him, hidden by the dark. Kagome quirked her brow at him skeptically, suspicious as to why the men were bringing out a chair. The handsome hanyou gave the girl a crooked grin and then reclined back into the chair. Her mouth opened to question, but she was cut off with the answer.
“You will be singing to ME…” InuYasha said, his words carrying a different meaning. Kagome blinked, and she turned immediately to meet the gaze of her friend. Sango shook her head and pleaded silently about not knowing anything. ‘It figures…’ Kagome thought, her teeth gritting together.
The music started playing then, the stage vibrating with the songs renowned pulse, so heavy with bass. It reminded Kagome of the sway of a woman’s hips, walking down a runway to stand before a man. That woman would pause there, her hand on her hip, looking catty and delicious; utterly untouchable. She would run her finger down his chest, biting the curve of her lip along the way. The man would grin, so of himself.
And the woman would let him have it.
Kagome smiled to herself and tapped her foot along with the beat. The dizziness had faded, replaced by a feeling of triumph and menace. She was invincible and even seductive, though something in the back of her mind gasped at that word. No one could touch her, no one. She was warm, and free. No one in this place mattered, not even that cocky man before her. She wet her lips, and coolly let the song escape through her.
“You keep saying you've got something for me.
Something you call love, but confess.”
She let her hips sway with the music, even in her tiny skirt. She moved the same way the seductive temptress did in her mind. The heels of her shoes clicked on the stage as she walked, graceful and untouchable. Kagome eyed InuYasha. She sized him up, like he had done so many times to her. She let the smile pull at her lips, just as she let herself get closer to his body.Something you call love, but confess.”
“You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
Kagome practically purred the words, turning her back to the demon. She dipped her body down low, teasingly in front of the hanyou. The music was different than the original song, but it wasn’t hard to change up the timing and the tone of her voice. It was new, and exciting. She almost wished that this moment was real.‘Of course it’s real! Stupid!’ a little Kagome snapped, folding her tiny arms over her chest. Kagome ignored her brains feeble attempts to process logical information. She didn’t want this to be real, she wanted it to be like a play she was just reenacting. Because that was exactly how she would treat it, no matter what the little Kagome in her mind told her to do.
She could practically feel the eyes on her, and she honestly didn’t mind. She was performing, it wasn’t real. Her fingers were moving before she could tell them to stop, and they traveled up the boy’s leg. They traveled higher, across his chest, which she could tell was taunt with muscles, and stopped at his collar.
“-…and now someone else is gettin' all your best.”
Kagome leaned in close to InuYasha’s face, her lips only inches away from his lips. When she sang, she blew out warm puffs of air, teasing the hanyou’s neck. Even though she was grinning the whole time, she noticed that InuYasha’s face was sort of stiff, and serious. Curious, she lifted herself onto his lap. ‘What am I doing…?’ she thought, her fingers running over his shoulders and through his beautiful silver hair.InuYasha let out a breath.
Kagome couldn’t help but grin as she turned around in the boys lap, slipping away from him. When her feet returned to the ground she turned on her heal, and began to slowly walk away from InuYasha.
“These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”
She stared at him, ignoring the little Kagome screaming in her head. That Kagome was chiding her, her cheeks were flushed red as she was stomping her feet and failing her arms above her head. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Little Kagome shouted, pulling at her own hair.
“You’re EMBARRASSING yourself!”
Kagome shook her head mentally and rolled her eyes. She didn’t care. Didn’t little Kagome understand that she was invincible? Didn’t she get that THIS wasn’t even happening? All the real Kagome was doing was acting out a hilarious joke, it’s not like she was ACTUALLY dancing and singing. What a silly thought!
“You’re drunk idiot! GET OFF THE STAGE!” Little Kagome shouted again, her little hands clenched in a fist.
‘Too late…’
“You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin' and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.”
Kagome was grinning at the audience now, her eyes floating across unrecognizable faces. They were cheering for her, calling out her name. It felt so good, so-so…unreal! She loved the way her heels clicked on the stage a she walked, and did her sensual little dance moves. She loved the reactions she was getting. Normal Kagome would be appalled, if not disgusted with this crowd. She was a girl of modesty, of carefulness. Hell, if normal Kagome were here, she would be kicking the intoxicated Kagome’s ass for embarrassing her.
…And that was when intoxicated Kagome realized she was indeed, intoxicated. The thought stung something inside of her; something she assumed was her pride. It’s not that she minded the drink so much, just the idea that her stupidity was being controlled by alcohol. The little Kagome in her head was right, she was embarrassing herself.
She had to play it off coolly now, though the temptation to be ‘wanted’ and to flirt was almost over powering. ‘Damn you Sango!’ she thought, her eyes breaking apart the crowd, searching for her friend. When she couldn’t find her, Kagome just continued with the song. Her eyes left the body of people and returned to the body of her…well, she wasn’t exactly sure what he was. He pissed her off, she was sure of that.
“These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you…”
InuYasha met Kagome’s walk half way. He knew something was off. Not that he minded having a beautiful girl pressing her body up against his, but this wasn’t the fiery Higurashi Kagome that never failed to put him in his place for the past 2 weeks. The girl was in front of him now, her eyes sparkling and glazed over. She was touching him. Oh Kami, did the girl’s hands feel so good across the skin on his neck.
He fingers at its nape, pulling slightly at the sensitive hairs growing there. He could feel the soft prickly of her finger nails moving slowly up, and then back down his scalp. It made the muscles tighten all over his body. InuYasha shook his head, trying to make the feeling fade. He shouldn’t be reacting this way…all he wanted to do was get the girls goat, to tease her and make those cheeks flare red in anger. It was cute…
But…if this woman continued the way she was, performing or not… he was going to hurt her. And not in the way that most would think.
InuYasha leaned his head down, just above her ear as she sang the next line of the song.
“You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.”
Kagome’s heart was beating profusely in her chest. She didn’t know how to control herself. She was reveling in the attention the man before her was giving, letting her crush her body to his as she danced. His skin was hot, and almost clammy. She wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the stage, or from her. There was just something about him, something that Normal Kagome noticed every time she was him, but was too afraid to do anything about it.
Something pulled her too him.
And right now, it didn’t matter than she was drunk, or that she might regret her actions in the morning, she just wanted his attention. Kagome was please, so very pleased when the song was about to come to a finish. His hands had made their way to her hips, his beautiful, strong hands. The warmth she had felt earlier multiplied, and her body felt so hot she was sure she was going to overheat.
Just then, he leaned his head against hers and she could feel the puff of his breath against her skin. Kagome was certain she was going to faint then, because it felt so good.
“Higurashi…” he started, using her formal last name. It made Kagome wince. “You’re drunk, you need to calm down…”
The raven haired beauty wrinkled her nose, frustrated. So he didn’t like her performance?! Well, Kagome would fix that.
“Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah, and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.”
Kagome’s head tilted up, her eyes focusing on the boys before her. InuYasha stood there quietly, looking rather uncomfortable. His eyes were distant as he stared down at her, as if her were off in some other place. But the girl didn’t care. She reveled in his amber depths, in the warmth of his skin, and his strong scent. She always wondered what beautiful boys tasted like.
Kagome’s hand removed itself from the microphone, and slipped underneath InuYasha’s chin. She leaned forward, and gently…captured the hanyou’s lips with her own.
It was like electricity. It ran instantly through her veins. Her whole body tingled, and her muscles ached from the contact. She wasn’t sure why she did it, or how she had managed the courage. But she did, and she was enjoying g it. Even though the hanyou wasn’t responding, it didn’t matter. She knew she had shocked it, and that was all that mattered.
Very satisfied, Kagome separated herself from InuYasha, not turning to soak up his dumbfounded expression and dark eyes.
“Are you ready boots? Start walkin'…” She half sang, half whispered, her hips swaying to the last bass line of the song. All InuYasha could do was admire the sight of her body moving away from him, the bare skin of her back glowing and teasing like candy to a child. He had never itched to touch a person more in his life. Never.
…And the crowed was going insane.
Sango watched in dumb amazement as her friend danced on stage. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She even had to rub her eyes a couple times to reassure herself that it was, indeed, Kagome parading around and practically throwing herself on her ‘nemesis’. Her eyes grazed over Kagome’s face, focusing on her ocean eyes. They were glossy and dreamy, as if she wasn’t really even. Sango thought it was amusing. Actually, Sango thought the whole little performance was pretty funny. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“Uh, Sango?”
The girl turned, her gaze falling on the boy next to her. He was handsome, she realized. He had high cheek bones, soft brown eyes and long hair, captured at the nape of his neck with a pony tail. Sango was fighting the urge to pull the hair tie out. The girl grinned.
“Yes, Miroku?” she purred, her fingers catching his arm to pull herself closer to him. Miroku gasped slightly, his eyes widening at the sudden show of attention. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, the closeness of her body making his head want to spin. Sango trailed her fingers up and down the exposed skin of his arms.
Sighing, Miroku relaxed his head against the girls. “Sango, you’re drunk.” He stated, sounding very disappointed. Sango pulled away from him immediately and forced him to meet her gaze. When the monk finally gave in, she smirked and scrunched her nose up at him.
“That’s not true;” she chirped, a playing smile on her face “I haven’t had enough yet!”
Miroku raised his brow at the girl, eyeing her quizzically. She was as giddy as a school girl. Even though the idea of Sango being a school girl was, indeed, a wonderful idea; she never was ‘giddy’. It definitely wouldn’t be the first word that came to mind when describing her normal mood, ‘violent’ would be more accurate.
She was right though; she definitely hadn’t had enough alcohol yet to get her this messed up. Miroku’s eyes moved back to the stage. He watched Kagome walk away from the silver haired demon, reclining back in his seat. He saw the girl’s added sway to her hips, and the smooth way she moved. Something was off.
“What was in that drink anyways, Miroku?” Sango asked leisurely, twirling a long strand of her hair around her finger. She snuggled up against his arm, tracing her fingers in circles on his chest. It dawned on him then.
“That drink…i-it was drugged!”
Sango blinked. “Hmm.” Her voice sounded small, like a little child’s; playful and innocent. She shrugged her shoulders and sluggishly wrapped her arms around Miroku’s neck. The boy stammered and generously tried to pull away from the girls grasp.
Sango pouted up at him. “You don’t want me?” she whispered, pulling his face closer to hers. Miroku sputtered, unable to find the right words. Her face was so close, he could feel the light puff of air against his skin. God, she had a good grip…
“San-Sango, it’s not that I don’t want you–” he stammered, trying to ignore the fact that her body was crushing his. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it. Sango’s expression changed dramatically. “You have to…”
The girl quickly released her grip, cutting him off. “Yes it is!” she snapped. Sango pushed herself away from her friend and turned on her heel, stomping off in the opposite direction of HE was.
“Damn! No Sango, come back! You don’t understand!” he shouted, pleading with her. If she got caught up in the wrong guy, especially like she was, there would be trouble. Miroku would be tearing someone apart and Sango would regret everything in the morning.
The boy took one last look at the stage, relieved to discover his ‘secret ally’ had noticed Kagome’s strange behavior.
“What the hell did that woman put in my drink?” He muttered, a wave of frustration passing through him. Any other time, something like this would happen. But where ever Sango and Kagome go…
Trouble follows.
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AN
So everyone, what did you think? IM SO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER! I have to admit, it was alittle hard to write. I bet it will be up for revision in a few weeks, after I write the next couple chapters.
Speaking of which, chapter 11 has already got 2 pages to its name! ^.^ So an update should be here in a couple days! Hang in there!
(Oh yeah! To my #1 fan, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^.^ )
I better explain the playlist thing too. When I’m writing, I generally make up a playlist of songs that I’m listening to at the time. Some songs go along with the events and moods of the characters, others just inspire me to write more.
The theme song for this chapter is “Little Razorblade” by the Pink Spiders. The chapter flowed a lot easier for me when I listened to it at the beginning. ^.^