InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Just Me ❯ Chapter 5: Torturous Training ( Chapter 5 )

A/n: It’s been a while,for reasons and my progress for stories check out my live journal, I’ll try and update it as much as possible. Unfortunately life has been hectic these past few---weeks. And will probably continue to be so until late next week. Probably. Anyway, Enjoy!

*Just Me*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 5: Torturous Training

Strut.

Pose.

Glide.

Turn.
Sexy pose.

Swagger.

And fall flat on her face.

“Again.”

Walking awkwardly in those three inch stiletto heels Kagome tripped over the ridiculously long hem of the unbelievably tight ‘dress’. It was more of velvet, caked onto her form, absently she wondered if they were going to have to rub oil over her to peel the dress off. She did fine when the outfits were manageable, meaning---they were ‘normal’, didn’t constrict her air supply or jut her breasts out, or have a bunch of ridiculous objects on them, or headpieces, like that huge hat thing on her head right now. In other words when they weren’t hazardous to her health and well being. Once again Kagome began her task of going down the catwalk and making it back preferably without falling flat on her face this time.

Walk with attitude.

Pause, turn.

Strut.

Stop.

Multiple poses.

Turn.

Swagger.

And nearly break her ankle...

Again.

Kagome was miserable. It was simple as that. Jakotsu, Sango, and Miroku on the other hand--they were enjoying her pain. She just knew it. The way they were over there snickering at her misfortune. For the first time in her life, she seriously wished that she was ‘average’. Then maybe she wouldn’t have been drawn into this by Kageromaru. He was probably up there on the executive floor laughing his ass off.

Kagome glowered.

She was not a model, didn’t want to be a model. It never appealed to her. In fact it was annoying as hell, people touching, prodding, ordering, measuring her among other things. How did they stand such torture? Kagome’s fists clenched tightly as someone messed with her hair, she bit back the snarl that wanted to emerge. This had been going on for hours, ever since Kageromaru’s announcement, she had been told that her work could wait! Psh. That she had to go through ‘training’, how to walk, who to talk too, how to talk, how to strut and stand so that people could get the best pictures of the outfit she was wearing. It was seriously irking.

She’d walk however the hell she wanted to, if she so pleased she would trip whenever she wanted to as well! She’d talk however she wanted to, be friends with whoever she damned well pleased! And...She’d eat whatever the hell she wanted to! Narrowing her eyes, Kagome grabbed a bite-sized donut from a passing man, what he did, she didn’t know, nor care, these imbeciles had been starving her these past few days. Quickly before that horrible woman heading all of this--Madame what’s her face--could stop her, she shoved the donut in her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

‘Take that!’

Madame Amarante Dubois.

She had been a supermodel and now at the age of 50 was teaching upcoming models the trade of Modeling. Kagome was beginning to seriously dislike that woman. It didn’t matter that she was trying to help, she was her worst nightmare come true...Well, except the nightmare of Kikyo and Inuyasha’s children...Now that was scary.

Speaking of scary...

“Kagome---tell me I did not just see you stick a donut into your mouth?” Her voice still held the slight french accent she could never quite rid herself of. No matter how many voice coaches she had. The accent deepened with her anger. And she was pretty angry now. Kagome could practically see the steam rising from her ears, that shade of blotchy red on her cheeks really couldn’t be natural.

“You did not just see me stick a donut into my mouth.” Kagome repeated either obediently or just to see what her reaction would be, no one could tell.

Madame Amarante Dubois, was not known for her patience. With a huff she began speaking in rapid french to the man next to her, her personal assistant Armand Moreaux. He reminded Kagome of a penguin with a goatee. Armand Moreaux, may have been a superstar in his own right---of course that was about 30 years and 50 pounds ago.

“Kagome.” He drawled.

“Please try and cooperate, we are only trying to help.”

Blue eyes narrowed into slits of barely contained fury.

Finally she could hold it in no more.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what you’ve been trying to do...” Kagome began, fully intending on taking her frustrations out on this man, in the form of a long and loud rant. “Your trying to tell me who I have to be, how I have to act, who I can be friends with. Your trying to change me! I’m perfectly happy with how I am but no... you all go and point out my flaws and try and change who I am! I haven’t seen my brother in days (barely talked to him for that matter), or gone out with my friends. You try and shove soy and other disgusting stuff down my throat. Wake me at 5 am, when you let off the training at 2 in the morning. The only person who controls my life is me! YOUR A CONTROL FREAK AND YOU NEED TO BACK OFF!” Kagome growled, her cheeks flushing and eyes spitting flames.

Armand gulped.

And he thought Amarante was scary.

Kagome Higurashi took the prize.

He stood completely and utterly still as if a single movement may trigger an attack. Kagome shaking with anger turned and stomped off, shooting glares at anyone who looked at her. Never had anyone seen Kagome lose her temper like that. But there was only so much she could take before she lost it. They had been hovering and annoying since they first started this ‘training’ five days ago. Nobody could honestly blame her for blowing up like that---most would’ve blown up long ago. Kagome was a private woman who enjoyed her privacy and solitude, but lack of sleep, food and hours upon hours of this torture called ‘training’...She snapped.

And was currently tearing out of the parking lot.

“Ms. Higurashi!!!” Amarante turned and smacked Armand, glaring at the poor man.

“What did you do?”

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< br> This was Heaven.

Kagome was sure of it.

As soon as she’d returned home she greeted Benji, her adorable little Bichon and started herself a nice relaxing bath. The room was alight with candles, lavender scented candles, like her bath. Climbing into the steaming water, Kagome sighed as the hot water, bordering on scalding relaxed her over-stressed body. Massaging her temples gently Kagome was unprepared for the ‘attack’.

SPLASH.

Kagome blinked and stared at the peculiar sight. The pup had jumped into the tub with her and was currently staring up at her with those big brown puppy eyes, swimming around happily in the lavender scented bubble bath. A soft sound emerged from her throat before growing into full blown laughter.

This was the life.

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“K agome!” Souta exclaimed happily seeing his sister home.

He hadn’t actually seen her in 5 days, ever since her training began. Whenever she came home he was already in bed and whenever he left for school she was already gone. Those horrendous trainers were working his dear sister to the bone. It was good to see her home again. Grinning up at his older sister, he couldn’t help but admire her, after all she had taken care of him, she was his idol so to speak.

“Hey there Kiddo.” Kagome said affectionately, blue eyes alight with happiness at seeing her brother. He was 17 going on 18 in a couple of months. She couldn’t be more proud of her baby brother, although not so much a baby anymore. He’d grown to be eight inches taller then her standing at 5’11 with a physique to match. He stayed lean, muscled and fit by playing soccer, in fact he’d been offered a scholarship to Tokyo University because of both his academic and athletic accomplishments. Kagome couldn’t of been more proud.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

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It was silly.

She knew it must’ve looked silly.

Call her paranoid, but she just had a feeling...

Ducking behind a trash can and into an alleyway Kagome poked her head out of the alleyway, scanning the street for any sign of danger. Seeing nothing she cautiously emerged from her ‘hiding’ place and turned down the street only to walk straight into a very hard, very male chest. Glancing up she giggled nervously, apprehension in her eyes.

“Hello Mitsukai-sama.” Kagome said feigning innocence.

“Higurashi-san.”

“Kagome. 221; She corrected.

“Kagome, I hear you blew up and then took off during your training.” Kageromaru said his light red eyes boring holes into her own guilty blue orbs.

“Maybe?” Kagome said weakly.

“Why?”

“They wanted me to be something I’m not, and I’m not going to change who I am just to appease other people.” Kagome said standing firm in her belief.

He looked down at her surprised.

“You don’t care what people think about you?”

“It’s just that I’m not going to change myself, I have a reputation to uphold, that’s true, I certainly wouldn’t go out in the nude to the market, but I’m not going to change the way I do things simply because that’s how it’s ‘supposed’ to be. “ She replied easily.

Kageromaru sighed staring at the young woman in front of him.

She truly was extraordinary.

“Very well, Kagome, I shall respect your wishes.”

“Does that mean no more training?” Kagome asked hopefully.

“No, after all--you do have to learn how to walk in those dresses and such without waddling like a penguin, I’d hate to see you fall flat on your face in front of hundreds of spectators.”

Sometimes she really hated that man.

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