A/N: I'm so sorryyy, my patient little loves, but I finally had an idea to write something I'M passionate about. Not that I'm not passionate about high school drama or "wanton sex gods/goddesses" (credit goes to Bridget Jones' Diary), but you see my point? Dancing is super important to me, and I just got this not-so-original (okay, it's so cliché it makes me ashamed of myself) idea to combine dancing and fanfiction. Forget this insanely long author's note. And Gossip Youkai and Merger WILL be updated, I promise I promise. AFTER a few oneshots, hehe! ^-^
Disclaimer: This goes for the entire story, I'm tired of always writing it out: I don't own Inuyasha or any other copyrighted franchises mentioned in the story.
"Yo, my people!" 23-year-old Inuyasha Takahashi slammed open the door to Shikon Dance Studios, leaning against the door frame. Quickly, his students' heads turned to him, grinning at their favorite teacher. A red, collared, long-sleeve shirt was worn over a plain white tee, and his baggy jeans hung low on his well-sculpted ass. His trademark bandanna was red today, and held back his silver hair while complementing the hip-hop-slash-bad-boy look perfectly.
"Did you just say my people?!" scoffed Miroku, one of Inuyasha's best, but most annoying pupils, asked. "Ew, you did not just say my people."
Inuyasha rolled his cognac eyes wearily. "Whatever. Well, don't just stand there checking me out all day," he barked. "Get in position!"
Quickly, his students lined up in neat rows facing the mirror. Inuyasha was a toughie, but at the end of the course, his class was always the most coordinated and respected. The young teacher was known for his harsh popping and locking skills. Even his freestyle was perfectly synchronized, robotic and severe movements so pointed many people called him Inu-Bot.
Behind his back, of course.
Inuyasha yawned, careful not to reveal the pointy canine teeth in his mouth. He almost ran a hand through his hair, but then remembered the bandanna that adorned his head. Frustrated, he shook his head fiercely and loped over to the radio.
Kanye West's 'Stronger' started to flow through the room, and immediately the class began to roll their shoulders and shake out their legs, ready for the continuous freezing and releasing of muscles.
"Work it, make it, do it, Makes us longer, better, faster, stronger."
Sweat stained the back of Inuyasha's shirt as the class isolated their bodies, moving only their chests and then their legs.
"You know how long I've been on ya?
Since prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had Isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya
Uh, baby you're makin' it
(Longer, better, faster, stronger)"
Finally, Inuyasha led the class to the end of the dance, freezing in a quick popping motion and thrusting his chest out to the last beat.
"Longer, better, faster, stronger."
Heaving, the class collapsed to loud applause, wolf whistles, and cheers from teachers and pupils who had gathered near the door.
"Damn, Yash! That was some sick choreography!" grinned Kikyou, a junior counselor who was renowned for having a huge crush on Inuyasha. She wore a tight white spaghetti-strapped top with glittering gold boy shorts and gold boots. Miroku was grinning wildly at Kikyou's outfit until his aggravated girlfriend, Sango, slapped him on the back of his head.
Inuyasha mentally cringed, both at the unconscious Miroku and Kikyou's choice of outfit. Nevertheless, he accepted the praise with grace, flashing everyone his trademark smirk and shooing them out.
"I got a class to finish, people," he drawled, pushing the bystanders out the door. Then he turned around and clapped his hands.
"Okay, people, let's work on those wrist twirls," he announced. "Some of your motions are getting too soft." Collectively, the class groaned good-naturedly and stopped stretching to practice again.
And again, and again, and again, until...
"That's a wrap!" called out Inuyasha after the class had heard 'Stronger' at least 20 more times.
"What did I ever do to you, Kanye?" mourned Miroku, falling on the floor next to his already-collapsed girlfriend.
Twitch, twitch.
"Miroku..." Sango warned. "Just because I'm about to pass out doesn't mean I can't still kick your perverted ass from here to Kami-sama."
Retreat, retreat.
Inuyasha smiled at his class' antics proudly, knowing that he had worked them well to the bone.
"Move it, class," he said, snorting disbelievingly at the resounding answer of "WE CAN'T!"
Now Inuyasha growled menacingly, incomparable stamina allowing him to stay standing. "No really, get your asses out of here. There's a class here after you inconsiderate jerks, and it starts in half an hour."
As if on cue, the door opened, attracting everyone's attention. It revealed a beautiful young woman, wearing a layered black and red tank top and baggy black cargo pants. She wore red fingerless gloves and her wavy raven hair was tied up in a high ponytail, leaving edgy side bangs to cover her face.
"Actually, that would be my class," she smirked, her bold and sarcastic tone melding with her soft voice. Inuyasha stared at her eyes, the only mismatching part of her outfit. Two smiling orbs of cerulean blue mixed with stormy gray lingered on his, sucking the breath out of him. "Inuyasha, right?" she asked. He simply nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hellooo there!" Miroku smiled lecherously, ignoring Sango's jumping eyebrow. "I'm Miroku Watanabe. Are you a new teacher? I think I would remember you-"
Inuyasha cut in before Sango could reach out for her boyfriend and inflict more bodily harm. "I heard Midoriko talking about you." Midoriko was the head of Shikon Dance Studios, and a generous and kind person, but no one wanted to try her patience. "Kagome, right?"
The woman nodded and shook his outstretched hand and sparks flew behind Inuyasha's eyes. "Kagome Higurashi. I'm a new counselor." Inuyasha raised his eyebrows at the odd combination, but snapped back to earth when he saw Kagome leaning in closer, peering at him.
"W-what?" he panicked, moving backwards. She was getting too close to his nonexistent human ears! Kagome just beamed and stepped back.
"Kikyou said you were cute, but she didn't mention your sense of style," Kagome slyly said. "I'm lovin' the bandanna, especially," here she leaned closer and spoke in a low whisper no one else could hear, "those adorable ears."
Inuyasha's eyes felt like they had widened to the size of Hummer hubcaps. "M-my ears?" he laughed nervously whispered. "My ears are normal, nothing special about them, nope." He unconsciously lifted a hand to the top of his head, patting the red cloth down.
"Oh, don't worry," Kagome winked. "They can't see it, but I can." Sauntering over to the corner, she placed her black duffel bag down and sat down Indian-style against the mirror, facing Inuyasha's class.
"So," she smiled. "Tell me about yourselves." The majority of students were still splayed out on the floor, rubbing their aching muscles and reluctant to move a muscle. Kagome looked amusedly at Inuyasha.
"Is this how you treat your class?" she teasingly mocked him. "I'll start then." Clearing her throat, she inhaled and began. "I'm Kagome Higurashi, 22 years young, and I just graduated from the Juilliard School in Manhattan. I teach hip-hop and ballet, and I dabble in Latin and contemporary dance."
By now, the whole class was upright and leaning forward. "Hip-hop?!" they said simultaneously. Miroku cheered. "Show us your stuff!" Kagome blushed at his double meaning and reached into her bag for a CD.
Inuyasha, who hadn't spoken for a while, now leaned over, looking at her choice of music. "Usher, huh?" he grinned. "Smooth and sexy."
Kagome raised her eyebrows, looking up at him. "You have no idea."
'Trading Places' by Usher started playing, a hard tempo mixed with high, fragile piano notes. Kagome strutted with the beat to the middle of the dance floor.
"I know what you're used to
We're gonna do something different tonight"
As Kagome started dancing, the class was treated to an extremely pleasant change of tune and view. Kagome was all smooth gliding instead of fast locking, soft edges instead of sharp corners. Her movements were connected and smooth, feet taking large, languid swings instead of fast, jabbing steps.
"Now we're gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight
You gonna come over and pick me up in your ride
You gonna knock, then you gonna wait
Ooh, you gonna take me on a date"
Kagome's liquid popping flowed precisely with the beat of the music. Her eyes were closed, and she mouthed the words to the song as she dipped and swayed and heel-toed her way across the polished auburn studio loft floor.
"You get on top, tonight I'm on the bottom
'Cause we trading places
When I can't take no more, tell me you ain't stopping
'Cause we trading- click!"
The audience was snapped out of their trance as the sensual music stopped. Then choruses of "holy shit!" and "dude, you just might be as good as Inuyasha!" exploded, praise falling from everyone's lips.
"That was so sexy, I think the windows fogged up!" exclaimed Ryan, a lanky 17-year-old redhead. Murmurs of agreement were heard, but Inuyasha couldn't hear anything as he stared dumbly at Kagome, having finally met his match.
Gathering himself together, he cleared his throat and stood up. He grabbed his backpack and walked towards the door, leaving behind only a "next class is going to start in a few minutes."
The remaining dancers stared after him, bewildered. "What's his problem?" stated Miroku, and stood up like he was going to follow Inuyasha. He was stopped by Kagome's hand on his pant leg.
"I know you're his friend, Miroku, but I think Inuyasha just needs to think," she told him, still sitting in a placid Indian-style position.
Miroku nodded, and the rest of Inuyasha's class stood up, slowly filtering through the door. Kagome smiled gently at the retreating crowd and walked over to lock the door. She turned around facing the mirror, and exhaled gently, a distinctly pink aura radiating off her.
Slowly, her human ears shrunk and black dog ones extended out the top of her head. Her gray-blue eyes stayed the same color, although her pupils seemed to elongate a bit. Opening her mouth, she ran her tongue gently over the tips of her now protruding fangs. Smiling in satisfaction at herself in the mirror, she slumped down against the wall.
"I know it's only for a few minutes, but it feels so good to be myself again."
A/N: Well??! This chapter was horrible for me. Reviews would be deeply appreciated, and putting all my stories on hold for a while, I have an Usher songfic coming up. And ONGZ KAGOME IS A HANYOU. I decided to hit you guys with a hard ending. If some of you are wondering why Kagome has a concealment spell and Inuyasha doesn't, it will all become clear soon. Umm...I just don't know about this chapter. I'm dealing with personal experience, and dance is really hard to describe, especially since I don't know a lot of the moves' names.