Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
And so the fate We often face
As the beautiful waltz commences
Stars flutter here
Where no breath's words ought to utter
The day runs dry
With no night to follow
Open wings, only to be swallowed,
Is life without this
This, so worn by a kiss;
Danced with by hearts
Broken by words
Shall I utter thy blissful defiance?
Amour
Amor
Amore
Liebe
koigokoro, ai, aijou, ji, ren'ai, aikou, suki, koi
Love.
And so... the Dance begins
Dancing Hearts
Chapter One: Dance Princess
Both male and female eyes fell on Kagome as she walked through the doors of the dance club, swinging her hips like an ally cat walking a tight, thin wall. She was known by all the regulars and heard of by all others through the inevitable gossip ensued when cloisters of youth gather. She was the desire of the men who could not have her; the enemy of the women who bathed in the green, green light of jealously over her and her beautiful body that became like that of a dancing goddess, perhaps more beautiful than that of even Venus herself as she moved to the music in the club.
Besides the fact that she was the best dancer around, the result of her near professional past and the intense schooling she'd received in the finest musical institute of Japan before she even graduated high school, she also drew all eyes like a diamond in the rough by her appearance.
Tonight she'd chosen to wear a black tang top that ended above her belly button that showed off her thin waist. There was lace at the top and bottom of it and it fit her curves extremely well. Just enough cleavage but not too enticing, don't want to actually reel the boys in, after all, simply snag one for a night. She also adorned a black leather mini skirt that wrapped around her hips perfectly like a hungry snake, not flaring out like she usually liked. Tonight she wasn't in the mood for bubbles and butterflies.
She also had black heels on with straps that exposed her red nail polish covered toes. A silver anklet wrapped around her left ankle, the charms jingling with each step hammered down on the floor. She'd added several black and dark blue bracelets on each arm and a ring on each thumb, her right ring finger, and her left pinky. Her hip length black hair and bangs had been tamed up into a beautiful bun with just a few shorter pieces falling gracefully around her shoulders and face to mesh well with the silver hoops dangling from her small, but cute, ears.
She didn't need any more make up than a few dabs of mascara and a little black eye liner beneath her mocha eyes, more searing than a pan fresh off the burner. Her purple lipstick-covered lips formed a graceful smile at the looks she'd been receiving.
Why not gloat, just for tonight? After the hellish date she'd just had to sit through for two hours, she deemed herself worthy of some flamboyancy.
Kagome swung her hips to the beat of the music as she continued walking onto the crowded dance floor, grabbing a mint from her purse to cover the scent of smoke from her breath. She didn't make a habit of hers to smoke often, just when she was on the verge of stress or beyond.
Normally she found the habit itself rather vile so she refrained from doing it most of the time. Tonight was a night of many exceptions, she was coming to realize. And there was a surprise exception neither she nor the other person was prepared for. But all the same, they took things by stride that night.
A steady base was being played. It thumped loudly. The whole club was rather dark besides the flashing lights from the disco ball and black lights on the ceiling. There were dim lights above the several tables that were up against one wall where customers could eat like a regular diner/ pizza place.
That was the best part about this club… it was run by a man named Sesshomaru, who'd made the club mainly for teens and adolescence in their twenties. There was no alcohol (usually), drugs (at least not in the building), or smoking aloud. But there most definitely was food, and lots of it. It was a general hang out for local teens. But there were also dance contests and Kagome, by far, had beaten each girl and guy that had bravely stepped up to compete.
Kagome glanced over her shoulder and said to her three friends, who'd joined her after spotting her entrance, "Ready ladies?"
"You know it Kags," replied Sango, her best and closest friend. She'd chosen to wear a red spaghetti strapped dress that hugged each curve and also flared but was a little longer than Kagome's. She had her hair down and wore red heels. She wasn't too big on make up, quite like Kagome, so she'd just dabbed on some mascara and red lipstick as well.
The other two girls following in the entourage were Ayame and Rin. Sango and Kagome had met them both here at this very club and the four girls had soon become very tight, like the sisterhood of the traveling pants… minus the pants and the knowing each other their whole lives.
Ayame had on a white tang top not unlike Kagome's which had lace too. She'd chosen to compliment the outfit by topping it with blue jeans and black heels. Her long red hair flowed down her back in tight curls.
Rin had thrown on a dark blue spaghetti strapped dress. Being the most modest, the hem reached down a little past her knees. But, as with the other two, her dress most definitely flared… it was usually a must with their dress attire. She'd also borrowed a pair of Sango's blue heels to match the outfit. She wasn't very good with make up and hair, so Sango and Ayame had done a little to attribute. This included the blue eye shadow, mascara, pink lip stick, sparkles on her cheeks, and her French braided hair through which she'd been working her fingers, trying to loosen it so her black hair fell in beautiful waves down her back.
"Oh, yeah!" said Ayame with a whoop.
"Let's do this!" added Rin.
The DJ had taken notice to the four new arrivals. His name was Miroku. He'd quickly taken a liking to all four ladies but especially Sango…a fact that she was completely oblivious to. With a smile and a nod of his head in acknowledgement, he stopped the ongoing song and switched it to one of the girls' favorites.
Almost immediately the violin melody began blaring from the speakers. A melodic clash of guitar soon followed.
The four girls formed a diamond in the middle of the dance floor: Kagome in the lead, Ayame on the left, Rin on the right- both behind Kagome, and lastly Sango in the back.
The four friends moved in sync as they began their dance. They crouched, touched the ground briefly then jumped up, spun around, and reached to the left, then to the right. They threw their heads back and spun their heads around. They then formed a line, their arm movements mirroring each other. They stomped, jumped up and spun again. Kagome soon broke off and began her own thing. The crowd joined in.
Many guys tried to keep up with Kagome but none matched her tempo or her moves. She smiled in delight. The exhilaration of dancing pumping through her blood was her favorite feeling. It also washed away the cloudy feelings provided from the night's previous events. Kagome was doing her best to wash everything away and was still going strong four, five, then six songs later. It seemed the other girls had gone off for a drink. Finally a slow song had begun so with a slight roll of her eyes at the gushy couples around her, she made her way through the un-separable clams and went over to their usual table to join her friends.
"Hey guys. Awesome out there tonight…" she said breathlessly, trying to form a sentence.
"Yeah but you most definitely beat us all by far. Here have a drink," Ayame offered, nudging her cup full of Doctor Pepper towards Kagome.
"Thanks." Huff, huff, swallow, "A bunch," huff, huff, swallow.
"Yup," Ayame said with a halfhearted smile.
"Did it go that bad?" Sango asked.
Kagome just glared over the top of her cup before tipping it and chugging the rest.
"Hey there lovely ladies. How's my favorite quadruplet doing?" asked Miroku who had worked his way over through the crowd during his break.
"Tired," huffed Kagome.
"You look it," he chuckled.
"We're good," replied Rin and Ayame.
"How are you, Miroku?" asked Sango, gripping her bottle a bit too tightly and blushing when he looked right at her.
His cheeks flushed slightly at the sudden attention from his favorite brunette, but thankfully for him it was too dim for them to notice. "I'm good."
"Awesome song choices tonight. I'm really digging 'em." She smiled happily at him.
He smiled back and scuffed his foot against the floor while running a hand through his shoulder length black hair, with the other hand distractedly on his hip. "Would you like to dance, Sango?" he asked softly, rather embarrassed seeing as all eyes were on him. The stares switched to Sango as if they were watching a tennis game.
She wore a blank expression for a second but then jumped out of her seat and said, "Yeah! I'd love to!" she took his hand in hers and led him through the crowd and onto the dance floor.
"Awe!" all three girls gushed at once.
Kagome looked on forlornly however. She envied Sango's relationship with Miroku. Even though Sango hadn't realized Miroku's affection for her, she still had it. But then Kagome just struck down the thought by telling herself, who needs a guy? All they bring is trouble and they tie ya down… yeah. Forget them Kagome…
Just then however, all thoughts were washed from her mind like a flooding bank as she caught sight of a boy walking through the entrance doors...
A/N: to be continued...
Dear annonymous reviewer, yes, i suppose you were right, whoever the heck you are; my first chapter sucked.... rather monumentally. Here is the minimally edited version ready for flamage or whatever. Most people have continued reading, at least a little, before critiquing my work half as hard. Writers all have a starting point and we don't usually begin as natural born Picassos. So forgive me and my horrid, wretched writing skills, if you'd cared to have read further, which you obviously didn't, you'd have seen my improvement as the story progresses. Pick up a damn pen, spend a couple months writing and glance back to see if yours is mirrored perfection.
Due to complaints and further reasoning, such that it seems many readers have halted after my first chapter, i have rewritten it in the hope that it evolved to something perhaps half satisfactory.
please enjoy the rest of the story, and read on to the next chapter, Dance With Me, to see how the story unrevels itself. Thank you for reading, pardon my minor burst of upsetment at a certain review. please review if you'd like and read on :]
FALLEN ROSE PETAL