InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Story Continues ❯ A Pampered Kagome ( Chapter 9 )

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

As promised, after a tedious week, the doorbell was Kagome's wake up call. When she opened the door, two ladies hurriedly introduced themselves and pulled Kagome with them. She had been too groggy to catch their names, but she definitely was aware that she was suppose to be picked up for a day of pampering before the dance.

'Kami, I look like I came out of a trash can,' she said to herself, knowing her hair was very disheveled.

For the first two hours she went between sitting in mud to being washed and then put in a hot tub to soak. Once out, she fell asleep while receiving a well needed massage for another hour. It was lunch time so she was escorted to a private booth in a ritsy restaurant. She had protested that it was not necessary to have lunch in such an fancy establishment and she would have been happy to eat at WacDonalds, but the ladies laughed and told her that it was all on Seitsu and he insisted she be given the best. The two ladies escorting her mainly asked her about her studies to keep her company while she ate.

After lunch she found herself in a fancy salon downtown. She even was offered champagne while the stylists fussed with her hair and makeup. She relunctantly drank one glass but refused other offers so she would not become tipsy. She giggled to herself just imagining how Seitsu would regard her if she was presented in such a state.

‘I think he would call it his Worst Date ever!’ she said to herself.

Her hair was well past her butt and was still wavy. She was thankful her hair had never straightened out. She could not bear looking more like Kikyo, and despite her being dead in the past, the time Kagome had to deal with the presence of the undead priestess had almost been unbearable and almost her undoing. She had never hated Kikyo. In fact if asked honestly, she could say she did not even hate Naraku. It was just the way she was. She did not hate anyone or anything. She disliked many things, but she did not hate.

The stylists decided to leave her hair down and had sent an errand boy to fetch baby's breath flowers so they could weave them sporadically throughout her locks. They did miny half twists with her bangs, opening her face more and tying them with clear bands. One of the hair stylists had fashioned a metal hairband decorated with the baby's breath, making it like a flower tiara. Kagome marveled at the ingeniousness of the way these stylist's worked, but again, she knew it was what they were paid to do.

They put light grey eyeshadow, anf then some black mascara and eyeliner on her eyes. The stylists had complimented her, saying that her hereditary traits from her non- Japanese side had really given her something other girls envied. She was not so sure the compliment was true, but thanked them anyways. A mixture of light pink lipstick with a glistening gloss was applied to her lips. She naturally had a slight rosiness to her cheeks, so they bypassed applying blush.

Although she had been pampered before, the extent to the detail gone into her preparation was indeed far surpassing. Once she was done with the stylists, she was escorted to a dressing room where a two white boxes sat on a chair deliberately placed in the middle so she would not miss.

The smaller of the two held a pair of silver pumps. It had a silver strap over the width of the foot and two others that criss crossed a little above the ankle area. The larger box held her dress. It was a floor-length gown of navy blue. Near the hem and top of the bodice on the dress, was a simple line of silver. The straps to the bodice were also silver. Once Kagome had put it on, she was amazed how it fit perfectly.

She exited the dressing room, and the stylists that had attended her snapped photos of her,
almost blinding her with the flash. They claimed it was for their growing portfolio, so she
shrugged it off and told them to make a copy of it for her. It was then that she noticed Seitsu standing with a dozen roses and a small black box.

He handed her the roses and then kissed her on the cheek, before whispering, "You are simply breathtaking, Kagome."

Kagome blushed, the proximity of Seitsu too enticing for her. He then handed her the black box and told her to open it. She did so, and found a necklace of diamonds accompanied by a diamond tennis bracelet and matching earrings.

"They are beautiful," she gasped and he moved to help her put them on.

"They are yours," he said.

"M-mine?" she stammered. "But these must have cost a fortune."

He clasped the necklace and gently kissed the back of her neck.

"Yes, yours. The cost does not put a ding in my wallet. You are a beautiful woman, and you deserve these, as I already told you. Do not make me repeat myself," he said, carefully putting each earring in her lobes, then kissing them afterwards.

She was speechless. By far, the jewelry was far more expensive than what her car had been. She did not want to make Seitsu feel rejected so she humbly accepted his gift and kissed him gently on the lips.

Aware that they had a audience forming, including papparazzi, he made sure the kiss was brief and then pulled her along to the awaiting limo outside.

Kagome's stomach growled upon sitting within the limo. Seitsu's elegant eyebrow raised in amusement as Kagome blushed.

"I must say, you blush more than any woman I have met. I find it very attractive," he said, noting her blush darkening.

"I am a bit overwhelmed, so many things affect me. I am not use to going on a date with a man. In fact, this would be the first official date I've had unless you count the boat party as one. And well, you are Seitsu Taisho. It's not hard to blush in your presence," she said, trying to calm her raging cheeks from the full blown 'ten shades of red' blush, but failing miserably.

"It is refreshing to be in the presence of someone humbled. The women that try to throw themselves at me are pathetic. I have to be honest. I have not been on a real date in a while myself. Too busy and well, as I said, too many women after me for the wrong reasons," he said, smiling slightly.