InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Gain what was Lost ❯ Reunited ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter Two
Reunited

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She padded down the hallway, making sure that no one noticed she was up yet. She silently opened a door on her left and snuck inside, closing it quietly behind her. She tiptoed across the plush carpet to the king sized bed in the middle of the room where a lump lay in the middle. She crawled up on the bed and straddled the figure’s waist, careful not to slip on the silk sheets, or disturb the person sleeping.

She stifled a giggle as she leaned down and placed her mouth right next to the person’s ear. “SOUTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wake up, it’s Monday!” she yelled. Souta’s eyes flew open and he jumped, but Kagome was on his waist so he didn’t get very far. He looked around wildly and when his gaze landed on Kagome, who was grinning like the idiot she was, he narrowed his eyes.

“Come on Kags, it’s only 7:00am, it should be illegal to be awake this early,” he moaned as he tried to pull the covers over his head and go back to sleep. Kagome prevented this by yanking the covers back down, leaving him even more exposed and colder than before. His bare chest was pressed down by a pair of dainty hands with French manicured nails.

“Uh-uh. It’s Monday and it’s your turn to fix breakfast. Rin, Sango, and Miroku are already downstairs waiting for food. Get up!” said Kagome as she bounced herself for emphasis. Souta’s eyes widened when her behind came in contact with his, cargo. When he didn’t get up, Kagome gave an aggravated sigh and she maneuvered off his waist and stomped out of the room.

Souta sighed, this happened every Monday. She would come in, straddle him, yell at him to get up, then leave in a huff. He would just lay there, trying to fight back the impending erection she would cause because she wiggled so much while she sat on him. Souta was no fool, Kagome was his sister and he held no romantic interest in her whatsoever, but she was sexy and he wouldn’t deny it.

What man, brother or not, could resist at least thinking she was attractive? Souta was even willing to admit that if they weren’t related, he would try to date her, but he was related and because he was, the thought repulsed him. He climbed out of his bed and dragged himself to the shower, grabbing his clothes on the way. He always hated Mondays, but now they were just down right detestable.
About fifteen minutes later, Souta reemerged from the shower, clean, but still tired. He trudged down the stairs, cursing them because they seemed almost infinite, so he was even more tired by the time he reached the bottom.

He walked into the huge kitchen to find everybody laughing and talking, and eating. “What the hell?! You woke me up at seven, made me get cleaned up, and for what? You already made breakfast!” he yelled as he sat down, fuming.

“I would appreciate it if you refrained from using that kind of language around your niece, she’s still a child,” said Kagome as she glared at Souta. He responded by sticking his tongue out at her. Rin watched this whole exchange with a pout on her face.

“Mommy, I’m a big girl remember? You said so yourself yesterday!” she cried indignantly, crossing her arms across her chest. Kagome looked at her and smiled. Rin was the perfect daughter.

“Mommy knows, but Uncle Souta still shouldn’t talk like that, it’s bad.”

Rin merely smiled and continued to inhale her pancakes, oblivious to the world once again. Kagome sighed as she looked across the table to Sango, who had Miroku on the ground. “You HENTAI! I can’t believe you! I swear one day you’re going to push me too far and then we won’t be able to have any children!” she yelled as she sat back down, face red with anger and embarrassment.

Miroku just laid there, unmoving. “C’mon Sango, cut him some slack. That’s the third time this week, and it’s only Monday!” exclaimed Kagome as she threw her arms up for added exasperation. Sango just shot her a ‘you-don’t-have-to-sleep-with-him-so-don’t-even-start-wit h-me’ look and Kagome shut right up.

“So what are we gonna do today mommy?” asked Rin as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Kagome looked at her sternly and she immediately grabbed her napkin. Kagome smiled and nodded. “Well, you know today mommy, Sango, Miroku, and Souta have a competition that we have to go to. If you want, you can stay with Kohaku, or you can come watch,” offered Kagome as she smiled at her.

Rin smiled so brightly that the sun would be put to shame. “I wanna watch you! Are we gonna win gold again this year?” she asked enthusiastically as she bounced in her seat with anticipation. She loved to watch her mommy dance, she was the best, and her mommy always won the competitions or contests she entered.

They had a whole room full of trophies, medals, plaques, and other objects of achievement that they got for dancing. Her favorite was the one they got in the National hip-hop competition where hip-hop dancers from studios all over the world came and competed. It was about a foot taller than her and it was purple with gold designs on it.

“Alright then, go pick out an outfit for today so that when we’re ready, we can leave as soon as possible.” With that said, Rin dashed out of the kitchen and stormed up the stairs. All the adults, and teenagers, at the table exchanged knowing and happy glances at Rin’s enthusiasm.
“Kagome you’ve got a great daughter. I only wish that I can be blessed with such a child sometime in the near future,” said Miroku as he suggestively at Sango who in turn just rolled her eyes and looked away, leaving Miroku somewhat crestfallen.

“Assuming you even get that far,” said Souta as he snickered across the table. Miroku sent him a death glare which Souta readily returned. Kagome just rolled her eyes at the lot of them. Sometimes they acted so childish it was embarrassing.




“Father, must we really attend this event? Dancing is so, tribal,” said Sesshomaru as he rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in the last two minutes. He turned his back on dance a long time ago when he had been abducted into business and when he had an accident and broke his leg. His leg had healed and was fully functional, but by that time, business had become his life and dance had been long forgotten.

He used to be an excellent dancer, among other things, and had the awards to prove it. When he was in his early teens he had ate, slept, and breathed dance and he had found a partner that shared his passion. They had been unstoppable, but then one day she didn’t come back and that had been the beginning of his downfall. Without her, he was only half of what he used to be, and he soon began to appear less and less for his lessons, before he just stopped all together.

It had been about six months before he started to miss it and he began to go back, but then he had gotten hit by a car and his leg was broken. It all went downhill from there and he hadn’t thought about dance ever since.

“Yes Sesshomaru, we must attend, we’re the sponsors. Besides you like dancing right?” said his father as he put on his sunglasses. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes again. It amazed him how dense his father could be sometimes.

“No father, I don’t.”

“Well too bad, you’re going and that’s final,” said Meiyo as he left. Sesshomaru growled and walked out after him, wondering if hee could break his leg again to save him the pathetic memories that were sure to resurface.




She pulled off the loose t-shirt she had on to reveal a black lace bra. Just as she tossed the shirt aside, Miroku came into her dressing room. She didn’t notice until two pairs of arms wrapped around her waist and spun her around. She yelped in surprise as she was let down and turned to face whoever it was who intruded in her room. When she saw Miroku, she sighed in relief, she thought it had been a pervert. Well, an unknown pervert.

“Miroku you scared me, I thought it was another pervert,” said Kagome as she sat down on the chair in front of the vanity, grabbing the straightening iron. She separated her hair and brought the iron up to it, letting it glide down the raven strands.

“You wound me Kagome. I only have eyes for one woman in my life now. You should know that,” said Miroku as he held his hand over his heart in mock hurt. Kagome giggled.

“Well I remember a time when your hand welcomed everybody, including me,” said Kagome as she started on another section.

“Well those days are over, but I can’t say I don’t miss it sometimes.”

“What, one ass not enough for you?” asked Kagome as she looked at Miroku, eyes glinting with mischief. Miroku returned the look with equal intensity, his own violet eyes shining with their own mischief. It was while they were having this little staring contest that Kagome burned her hand.

Miroku immediately rushed to her side as she started to wave the injured appendage in the air in an attempt to cool it off. Miroku knelt down beside her and took her hand in his blowing on it to help. “A klutz as always,” said Miroku as he blew some more.

Kagome frowned. “That’s not why, not even close.”

“Is that your excuse this time?”

Kagome stilled and yanked her hand away. Miroku looked at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Kagome sighed and looked away, tears forming in her eyes. “They’re... he’s coming this time,” she said as she hung her head, the battle with her tears having been lost. Miroku paled at this news, knowing full well what she meant.

“How do you know? When did you find out, did she call or something?” asked Miroku in a hurry, nit liking how this was going. Kagome nodded her head, her half curly, half straight hair waving as she did.

“She came a couple weeks ago and told me that her and, him, were coming to the competition. She said that he looked forward to seeing me again, said that he wanted some quality time alone with me,” she sobbed as she dropped out of the chair to her knees, hands covering her face. “He’s gonna get me Miroku, he’s gonna come and take it all away!”

Miroku came beside her and pulled her into a comforting embrace, rubbing soothing circles on the small of her back while he stroked her hair. She clutched onto him, crying into his chest, the sobs racking her body. He hated to see like this, especially after he had thought she had gotten over it.

It had been seven years since this had happened, since he had had to hold her like this, trying to console her. It was her step father’s and sister’s fault, they were a constant reminder of what she had gone through and what she would never become.
“I can’t do this Miro, I just can’t.”

He lifted her face to his and kissed the tears on her cheeks away, whispering words of comfort and console in her ear. “Kagome you can do this, you got over it remember? Remember you said that they didn’t matter to you anymore,” he said as he rocked her back and forth on the floor.

“But they’re gonna be out there and he’s going to do something, I just know it! He said he wanted alone time with me, Miro, he’s gonna do it again!” she cried as she pounded her fists into his chest weakly, rage, fear, and memories consuming her.

“Oritsu on deck, Oritsu on deck in five minutes,” came a voice over the intercom. Kagome looked up sadly, her blue eyes broken. “C’mon, put on your custom made outfit and let’s go win that trophy!” he said, trying to lighten her mood. She smiled weakly and got up, ushering him out. Once he was out, she took in a deep breath and resumed dressing. She wouldn’t let them get to her, not after all she went through to get here.

She grabbed the customized shirt and pulled it over her head, letting the skin tight fabric hug her torso. It was a red, black, white, and gray camouflage shirt that stopped right below her rib cage. It was strapless and had lace up sides, the laces were a black satin. She pulled on her black and red half jacket that had short sleeves, along with her wristbands and silver bengals.

She then slipped off her sweat pants and slid into the black, low riders that had random silver zippers, pockets, and other little accessories on them. She then put on her customized black, red and white Nikes and plopped he red black and white hat on. She then put in her silver hoops and applied her make-up.

Once she was satisfied, she ran out of the room to catch up with the others. She found everybody waiting for her. She found that Kouga had showed up as well as she slowed to a stop in front of the team. She earned a group of whistles and hollers from the men on the awaiting teams that were also backstage, and she rolled her eyes. But when one of the girls winked at her and licked her lips suggestively, she just shivered. The things you see these days.

A woman in about her mid thirties came up to them and said,” You’re on ext. Good luck!” and scurried away again. The group each gave each other a hug as they heard their names being introduced, and got into their formation. The curtains opened as they were revealed to the eyes of thousands of people. The song ‘Git It Gurl’ came on and they began.






He sat there, bored out of his skull from watching the amateurs on stage make fools of themselves. He almost laughed when the next group came on stage ans started, but the urge dissipated when someone caught his eye. But as soon as he looked at her, she started to dance and was lost in a red, white, and black blur.

He looked on, his eyes widening with each passing moment as the dance routine progressed. The lead dancer looked familiar, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. The dance came to an end, but he didn’t clap, too deep in thought. Most of the team left except for the girl he thought he knew and some other guy.

A new song came on, ‘Buttons’, and they began to move around the stage. His eyebrows disappeared into his hair line and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he watched. It was his. The dance the two were performing was his old routine. It was the one he and his partner had choreographed and performed for junior nationals about seven years ago. The whole routine was perfect and the only thing that was different was her partner and the song.

When the dance ended and they struck their ending pose, the crowd erupted into a deafening round of applause and cheers. And it didn’t stop at that. They stood and started to shout and throw roses and other tokens of appreciation onto the stage. Sesshomaru got up and stormed off in the direction of the stage, needing to know if this woman was his long lost partner. Little did he know he wasn’t only going to find his partner.






He smiled, she had only gotten more beautiful since he had last seen her. It had been far too long and he had been denied for too long. She owed him and he would get what he wanted, whether she liked it or not.




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Well that was my semi cliffy, I kno I’m evil but it’s my fic so tuff. I expect at least five reviews before I update again so you no review, me no update. I thought this chapter was a little rough, but I had two hours to write it so it’s not entirely my fault. I blame my sister for making me go bedspread shopping. Anywayz, R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !




Ja ne!!!!!!!! ^__^ *