Chapter 1: The Prodigy Higurashi and leaving
Sitting on a black leather couch was a young teenage girl. She had knee length black blue hair that was tied in a high ponytail. She had sapphire blue eyes that were iced over like a frozen ocean in the winter time. No emotion showed on her face or in her eyes. As she watched her mother fight yelling profanities at her father. Her father was a businessman that came from America. Her mother married him, they were happy. Keyword happy. But now every time they entered a room or saw each other or even in the same room with each other they would start fighting.
Quite frankly she hated it. She may have hated it, but lost the energy to care. This girl's name was Kagome Higurashi, heir the to Higurashi house and a prodigy. The moment her father found out about her talents and skills he put her in lessons. Piano lessons in the morning. Dance lessons in the afternoon, singing lessons in the evening, and between breaks she would go to martial arts classes.
When it was dinner time, Kagome refused to be in the same room. When her mother was home, she was always in her room. But today... she wanted to read in the living room in silence. Well that silence was short lived. Her parents came into the living room and ruined that silence. Kagome shut her book loudly, and stood up from her spot on the leather couch. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth and...
"Will you mother fucking assholes shut the hell up?! I'm trying to read." Kagome yelled.
Her parents looked at her with wide shocked and surprised eyes. They hadn't heard their daughter speak to them in such a way. Kagome barely spoke, unless spoken to or she felt like talking. She hadn't talked to them since she was 3 years old. She was now 17 years old about to turn 18 in two days. It has been years, her voice was kind of dull yet scratchy from the lack of talking. She glared at her parents daring them to start fighting again.
"How dare you talk to us in such a way?! We are your parents!" her mother yelled.
"Yeah since when? When you both come home, you fight. When your in the same room you fight. When your the only one here, father is elsewhere god knows where...and when he comes back you fight some more. I'm sick of it. Hell, I'm leaving. Stop me if you fucking dare..."
Kagome said coldly before she walked upstairs, into her room and slammed the door loudly. She grabbed three black suitcases, started filling them with clothes. When she was done packing all her belongings, well what she had owned personally. Her parents never bothered to buy her anything. On her birthday, they simply forgot. Not once had she gotten a present, not once had she been praised or showered with compliments. The only one who complimented her or even praised her were all her teachers.
She was the top of her class, the top of her martial arts class with a double black belt. The best pianist, the best painter, the best dancer. What more did they want? And she was the best singer as well. Since she had mastered everything she started singing nights at five star hotels and sometimes at night clubs.
Opening her door once more, she had three suitcases in her hands. Heading back downstairs she didn't even look at her parents as she walked out the door. She had nowhere to go now. The only place she could think of was the one place she was forbidden to go to. Currently she was living in America, with her parents but she didn't want anything to do with them. She sighed, her only choice in destination would be Tokyo. She always wanted to go there.
Her parents never even bothered to teach her Japanese. Which was her mother's job to do since she was Japanese. However as she grew up all she knew was english. She took classes to learn the language her mother often spoke when insulting her father or mumbling something under her breath. Sometimes Kagome found it funny to listen to her mother curse her father to hell and back in Japanese. So Kagome took it upon herself to learn.
She was now fluent in her mother's language. She smiled, it was an acomplishment she was pleased with. About several hours later, well it felt like serveral hours to her. She never kept track of time never having the reason to. She finally arrived in Tokyo. Looking at maps or asking people for directions. She found a newspaper and looked in it for available apartments for rent. Since her family was rich she could afford to live on her own. She just hoped that her parents didn't cut her off the family money. She saw one available. A person was renting out a room in their appartment! Kagome couldn't be happier. She wasn't shy to living with total strangers. She had done it for school in Germany. Which is where she learned German.
She pulled her cell phone from her back pocket and dialled the number at the bottom of the add. It rang three times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" a deep velvety voice answered.
If Kagome didn't have any control, she would have just oozed arousal just now.
"Hello, I read in the newspaper that you have a room for rent." Kagome replied.
"I can tell that your not Japanese, can I ask for a name?" the voice replied.
His voice sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine. Kagome frowned.
'Why the hell would this guy want to know my name? All I want is a room to sleep in with a fucking roof over my head!' Kagome thought now feeling really annoyed.
Kagome sighed, "my name is Kagome Higurashi. Is that all you'll be needing to know?"
Kagome asked, she really needed to know. Besides this guy sounded arrogant. His voice was also cold, like hers but she kept the coldness out of her voice when she spoke to him.
"Yes when will you come to see the appartment? and will you need directions?" he asked.
"I can come to the appartment right now. And yes I will need directions," Kagome replied feeling the need to roll her eyes.
"4215 Shikon Ave." Was all he said before he hung up the phone.
Kagome pulled the phone from her ear and glared at it. 'That asshole. All I know is the street. I don't know where to go!...' Kagome growled low in her throat. She started to drive again, looking at the signs as she drove by. Until she finally saw Shikon ave and turned right. She kept driving until she found a white tall appartment building with the numbers 4215 close to the doors.
Kagome sighed, she got out of her car after she turned off the engine. She walked up to the building, when she saw a black square with room numbers, names and buttons she growled loudly in frustration. She didn't know the room number.
She dialled the number again, waited three rings, then four rings, finally after the tenth ring the phone was finally answered.
"What?!" someone yelled into the phone. Kagome had to pull the phone back as her ear started to ring.
"No need to yell you shit head. What's the room number?" Kagome snapped.
"What? It's you. Your already here? The room number is 223." He said then hung up again.
Kagome growled, she hated when he replied in short responses then hung up. It pissed her off. She pushed the button the said 223 on it, next to that button was a name. It said Ookochi.
Minutes later, the door buzzed allowing her inside the building. She walked up the stairs to the second floor. She finally stopped by a door with the number 223 on it in gold. She knocked three times.
The door opened revealing a black haired guy with beautiful blue eyes. He wore a black sleeveless shirt with black shorts, he had a white towel on his shouders.
Kagome felt breathless. He was absolutely the sexiest guy she had ever seen.
The guy smirked, "so you are the girl who wanted to rent out my extra bedroom?"
Kagome nodded, "The one and only, Kagome Higurashi. Nice to meet ya." Kagome replied as she smirked back at him.
She noticed his eyes look her up and down as if sizing her up. Kagome was by no means a shy person, and never blushed. She also was no stranger to sexual attentions guys would give her. But she never had sex with anyone, so sadly she was still a virgin. Such the life of a cold girl like herself.
Sakuya's POV
I had just sat down after pressing a button to allow that girl in the building. Not even two minutes later, three knocks sounded. I sighed, getting up from my comfy couch, I opened the door. But what I saw wasn't what I was expecting. When I got a call about renting my extra bedroom I was expecting an ugly girl. The girl standing in front of me was not what I was expecting, standing before me was the most beautiful girl I've ever set my eyes on. She had long midnight black blue hair tied in a high ponytail. She had iced over sapphire blue eyes that looked like a frozen over ocean on a cold december morning. She had the body of a supermodel, and skin that looked silky to the touch, was tanned a bronze color.
She looked to stand at 5'5," her skin was flawless not a single blemish on it. She had full pink glossy lips, black eye liner around her slightly slanted eyes, mascara curling her already long eyelashes. I smirked at her liking what I saw. She was so going to be mine, I'd make sure of that.
"So you are the girl that wanted to rent my appartment." I said to her smirking at her.
She looked at him for a bit, then smirked back at him smugly.
"The one and only, Kagome Higurashi nice to meet ya."
I moved out of the way as she walked in. She looked left and right taking in the appartment. She walked into the room he wanted to rent out, looking around the room as if assessing if it was good enough. She then walked into the bathroom and did the same. She walked out, then stood in the living room. The last place she stopped at was the kitchen. She looked at the fridge, the cubboards (I don't know if that's spelled right.) sink, under the sink, in the walk-in closets, then she looked in the dish washer. When she was finished, she smiled softly. If I was anyone else I would have gasped in awe at how beautiful she was when she smiled.
When she arrived, she was as cold as ice. Kind of reminds me of me. She had a lonely look that was well hidden, but he saw it. And the look of years of pain that she had endured was also in her eyes even though it was well hidden, he also saw that. What had pained her? Why was she lonely? He asked himself these questions, yet he couldn't find the answers. He just didn't understand her at all.
"I like it. Hell that's not the word to describe this appartment, I fucking love it!"
I smiled faintly at hearing her say this, but when she finished her sentence however, it shocked me. She obviously had a foul mouth. Was this also from the way she grew up?
"So... you'll move in?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
She nodded, "I'll just go grab my suitcases from my car. Will I need to sign any papers?"
He thought about it for a moment. "Yes there will be paperwork." He answered.
She nodded, before she walked out of the appartment. He had to press the button to let her back into the building again. Within moments, she was back with only three suitcases in her hands. I would have thought she had more then that.
"Where is the rest of your stuff?" I asked, rather curious to the lack of stuff she had.
"Oh, just these three suitcases is all I have. My parents didn't really bother to buy me things. And as I got older, I didn't really care anymore." She said as she smiled.
He could tell the smile was a fake. It was strained, and didn't reach her eyes. Talking about her parents pained her. He nodded, he could understand her pain. He only grew up with his mother, but he was still young when she died. She never really treated him like her son, but rather like baggage she had to keep around because his father ditched back to America.
He walked futher into the appartment. He looked out the window and looked at the parking lot in front of the appartment building. He saw a rather expensive looking lamborginni parked next to his motorcycle. His eyes widened, it was brand new. He looked up that kind of car once.
"How did you afford that car?" he asked rather shocked.
"My family is rich..." was all she said not wanting to talk about it anymore.
His eyes widened, since he was in a band, he to was also rich. He had all the fangirls mostly. Then there was Atsuro, Towa, Santa, and Yuki. Yuki had long blackish blue hair, pale skin was quite handsome, and no he wasn't gay. Atsuro, well he was a high school student, but dropped out when he got more involved in the band. He normally had brown hair but dyed it red. Towa was a gorgeous blonde with amazing dark brown eyes that look almost black. Next was Santa, he had spiked up light brown hair, with brown eyes. He had one hell of a temper to.
"I see. Well why don't you get comfortable then?" he suggested, Kagome nodded.
Kagome's POV
I thought that the man to answer the door was someone rude like Inuyasha. Yes she remembered her travels back in time in the Feudal Era. Inuyasha was brash, rude, self-centered, arrogant but sometimes he was kind.
The man that answered the door, was nothing like she had invisioned. Standing before her was a black haired guy with some sexy as hell muscles. He had beautiful blue eyes much lighter then her own. He was pale but it seemed to suit him. He was tall, and sexy as hell. As well he was handsome. He had looks she hadn't seen anymore. The people in America, were nothing compared to him.
We spoke a few words, his smirk was so sexy. If I didn't have any control, I would have drooled. After a bit he let me into the appartment. I looked into the bedroom I'd be taking, it was large but not as large as the room I had back home. No, but it was better then nothing. I walked out of the room, and headed to the bathroom. It was just as large as the one back home. With a large white tub and shower in one. There was a sink across from that, a few paces from that was a toilet. To the far corner, there was a closet, she opened it and in it were tons of towels, soaps, lotions, etc...
I walked out of the bathroom, and into the living room. It was spacious I would give it that much. I loved it. I left the living room, to the kitchen. It was almost as big as the kitchen back home. Spacious(don't know if I spelled this right.) I really loved it. I've never seen an appartment like this. It had a lot of room to move around, and a kitchen that fit at least five people. Anymore then that it would start to get crouded.
I looked over to the man I would be living with from now on. I realized I didn't know his name. I felt kind of stupid for not asking. I mean what kind of person was she, not asking for his name?
"What's your name?" I asked, if I was anyone else. I would have blushed in embarrassment for not asking before.
"My name is Sakuya Yokochi. The pleasure is all mine."
The man now named as Sakuya said smirking at me. It was smug, I wanted to slap that smirk right off his face. No one silently and mentally laughed at her. No one. Narrowing my eyes I glared ice daggers at him.
"You better not be laughing at me, Sakuya..." I said, my tone laced with warning.
"I wouldn't be dream of it, Kagome," Sakuya replied, though the smirk stayed in place.
I sighed, then Sakuya sighed. "I just remembered I have to go to work. Would you like to come?"
I raised my eyebrow. Why in the hell would I come with him to work? Who does that? As if he heard my silent questions, he smirked.
"I want you to meet my bandmates. I am in a rather famous band called Lucifer."
He said, as he went into his room and changed. Moments later he came out with a black mini shirt that showed off his well-toned abs. A mini jacket that went over top of a little longer then the shirt though. And tight black jeans that hugged his hips and thighs quite nicely. I felt like drooling. That was the sexiest outfit she had seen any man wear. I nodded, heading into my room to change as well. I came out wearing a skin tight black tank top that reached above my bellybutton. Skin tight black skinny jeans with knee high black leather boots. I then put on my mini black jean jacket and grabbed my wallet that I chained to my jeans and stuck it into my back pocket.
I then looked at Sakuya silently saying I was ready. His eyes were widened in awe, there was a faint but noticeable blush on his pale cheeks. As soon as it came, it vanished.
"Let's go." Was all he said before walking out the door. Kagome followed closely behind him. She got into her lamborginni as he got on to his motorcycle. Both of them drove off, she followed closely behind him.