Prologue
Full Summary:
(AU) To get into an University away from home, Kagura agrees to take piano lessons from Sesshoumaru. Unfortunately, Kagura has no music sense, Sesshoumaru has no patience... But Yura has a crush... on Sesshoumaru's hair. No longer a Modern Fairy Tale; no happily ever after ending. Just the harsh truth.
Warning: Insane humour in the interludes.
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Kagura's boots sank into the grayish slush in a rather distasteful fashion. From beyond the black umbrella, she peered up to the rather gloomy mansion beyond the skillfully groomed hedges.
Sighing, Kagura felt like stomping away.
Here goes…
Skipping up the rather impressive stairway to the grand front door, she shook her umbrella free of water droplets and rang the doorbell.
Soon after, the door swung open, narrowly missing her nose. A sharply dressed old man with a perfectly waxed mustache looked down on her and raised an eyebrow. "You must be here for the lessons… Miss Kagura Kaze?"
"Uh, yes," Kagura shuffled her feet.
The man nodded. "Follow me."
The door swung shut heavily as Kagura stepped into the grandeur of the front foyer.
"I shall inform him of your arrival." The man – butler – bowed slightly and walked away.
Kagura tapped her shoes clean of muck as she waited for further instructions. After a few impatient minutes, Kagura decided to look around the house to see what she's up against. Walking to her left, Kagura found herself in an enormous room with nothing but a grand piano, its bench and a red wood stool. Running her fingers along the slender black and white keys, she let out a sigh of defeat.
How the hell am I going to play this thing, even with a teacher?
"I do not recall allowing you in here."
Turning hastily to face the voice, Kagura suddenly felt like she was in a cheesy romance novel. Leaning on the frame of the door, the tall man looked at her rather emotionlessly. He had startling golden eyes, contrasting to his uncharacteristic silver hair. However instead of a skip of heart, she felt a surge of disgust, and prayed that he was not who she thought he was.
If that bastard is going to be my teacher… Kami-sama, kill me now!
Even though he could be called handsome…
"I am Sesshoumaru TaiYoukai, and from today on, I will be teaching you." He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, as if focusing in on her. "Hopefully, you will prove to be more worthwhile than my other students."
Kagura felt a twinge of anger. "I didn't come here to be insulted, you know."
"You are here to take lessons from me, are you not?"
Kagura paused, "Yes..."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them, as if making a point. "Then get use to it."
Kagura felt the urge to bash his face in, but the promise of getting away from home made her reconsider her choices. Taking a deep breath, she tried again.
"So, what do you want me to do, sensei?"
His jaw line tightened, but he said nothing. He motioned for her to sit down on the bench as he stood behind her.
Kagura smirked inwardly, knowing that she was victorious, at least for now.
"Sit up straight." His voice was sharp.
Kagura scowled, but did as he said. At least he isn't using a ruler, like many teachers did nowadays.
"Do not sit fully on your bench. Sit at the edge, as it will help you sit up straight."
Kagura blinked.
Sesshoumaru seemed annoyed. "Do not tell me you can't even do the simple task of sitting right."
Sensing Sesshoumaru's silent anger, Kagura did as he said, trying to maintain the fragile truce.
Out of no-where, she felt his hands on her shoulder. Slowly, a blush rose to her face. But before long, she found herself toppling sideways. Instinctually, Kagura stuck out an arm to grab on to anything to stop her fall. The only thing within reach happened to be Sesshoumaru. Or rather, his collar.
… and they landed with a nice dull thud on the carpeted floor.
Still in shock, the two froze in the rather awkward position. It wasn't long before Sesshoumaru snapped out of 'it' and pulled himself out of the 'tangle' of human limbs. Kagura sat up, before it all sank in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sesshoumaru merely dusted himself off. "I was trying to get the piano books, in the bench you were sitting at. If you were paying attention, you would have got out of the way."
"Well, excuse me! You could've just said something instead of shoving me off!"
Sesshoumaru sighed visibly. He bent down to open the bench and retrieved two simple looking piano books. "Pick yourself up, you are in the middle of a lesson."
Kagura stared with her mouth open. I can't believe this guy!
Struggling to her feet, Kagura settled down on the bench and tried to concentrate on the lines and circles put in front of her.
"Can you at least read music?" Sesshoumaru inquired rather mockingly, returning Kagura's favour.
"If I could, then why would I be here?"
"Let us see where your … ah, limitation lies."
Taking a look at the piano books, Kagura felt a headache to come on. What the hell do these mean?
After a series of chaotic key smashing and nervous squeaks, Sesshoumaru slammed the piano shut, startling Kagura.
"Get. Out."
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Authors' Note:
SilverWolf-Ryuki: This was meant to be a fluffy, modern fairytale-ish romance thingy of some sort. Written on a boring Wednesday night. At 1:28 AM.
Dark Lavender: You can tell both of us… well, we're kind of stoned.
SilverWolf-Ryuki: Except no drugs, no alcohol… not even any inspiration.
Dark Lavender: OK, some inspiration. This is based on a true story. A fellow female piano student of mine fell madly in love with her, also my male piano teacher. Emphasize, Madly! That includes long periods of continuous calling (5PM – 1AM), heart-felt e-mails, and possible prom invitations…
SilverWolf-Ryuki: And this scenario didn't fit anyone else, really, except Sesshoumaru/Kagura, with a bit of Yura obsession. Heheh… courtesy of insanity, which includes overly chocolate chipped muffins.
Dark Lavender: (nods) The sugar just made everything so much better.
SilverWolf-Ryuki: Anyhoot. Enough babbles… till next chapter. R + R!