A Bedtime Story
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, sadly.
A/N: Okay, this came to me while I was watching "Ever After" starring Drew Barrymore. Awesome movie by the way. Enjoy!
A little girl lay in bed, neatly tucked in, with the covers drawn up underneath her chin. Her mother sat on a chair next to her bed, with an open book on her lap. "Honey, are you sure you want to hear this story again? I read this same one to you every night, how about a different one?"
"No!" The little girl protested. "This one's my favorite."
"Alright." The girl's mother sighed, as she began to read. The soft hum of her voice reading Kagome's favorite assortment of words gently lulled her off into a peaceful sleep.
The music blasted as the hottest new track pumped through the new nightclub. Beautiful, scantily clad women ran around serving drinks and food, and women wearing even less strutted their stuff on stage. The doors outside swung open as a young girl said hello to the bouncer, and came inside.
Kagome slid behind the counter after running into the bathroom to get changed. "Hey there." Came a familiar voice. "You're looking especially lovely this evening Kagome." It was the voice of Miroku, the bartender of the club. "Right," Kagome replied, looking at the man suspiciously, "I suppose next you're going to ask if I want to get out of these uncomfortable clothes?" Miroku smiled genuinely. "You know I'm always looking out for you."
"Oh give it a rest perv." A stunning young woman with long dark hair, which was now in a messy bun of curls approached the counter with her empty tray. "You never get sick of those same old lines do you?"
"Why would I change who I am and risk losing your affections Sango?" Miroku smiled. "After all, I don't fix what isn't broken."
"Riiight..." Sango rolled her eyes in Kagome's direction. She then leaned on the counter facing her best friend. "So... how did everything go?" Sango asked, one eyebrow lifted.
"How did what go?" Miroku asked curiously.
"Same as always." Kagome replied. "He spent the night like he always does, and then when I woke up this morning he was gone. I don't know why I keep falling for his routine."
"Because the routine works, as I've said." Miroku added. "Now, what are we talking about?" He looked furiously back and forth between the two women, but to no avail.
"Well, no one can blame you Kagome. He seemed really sincere this time. If it was me, I would have done the same." Sango replied sympathetically, and ignored Miroku's confusion completely.
"Yeah, I know. Well I'm not falling for it anymore! Next time he walks up to me and starts playing innocent victim of circumstance, I'm, just gonna tell him to keep walking." Kagome crossed her arms in a determined manner.
"Good for you Kagome." Sango said. "You deserve better than that scum Kouga anyway. Besides, look around you, the place is stocked full of hotties just waiting to buy you a drink."
Kagome shook her head. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to get into a relationship right now Sango. I'm feeling kind of... vulnerable." Kagome suddenly felt hot breathing in her ear. It was the bartender. "That is soooo interesting." Miroku said looking interested. "You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, or help you with your morning showers, I'm more than willing to.."
KLUNK! Sango had laid the tray very un-gently on the top of Miroku's head.
"Just give it a rest okay." Sango pleaded. "Besides," she said, switching her attention back to Kagome, "I wasn't talking about a relationship, I was talking about a little post-heartbreak nookie to relieve some of that pent up stress."
"That's perfect!" Miroku cried. "Because as you know bartending is also a very stressful job, and.." Miroku seen Sango glaring at him from the corner of his eye, and eagerly went back to making drinks.
"Lecherous bartender." Sango muttered under her breath. Kagome looked at her friend in a very: I know your little secret, kinda way. But Sango never seen her. She just picked up the order for table 3 and left again.
Kagome waited by the counter for a minute to just gather her thoughts. She watched the dancers on stage for a moment, and then her eyes wandered down to the men ogling them from the sidelines. Guys were such jerks. She couldn't believe what pain and inconvenience she put herself through for them. Especially her last romantic endeavor Kouga. He may have looked like a very respectable businessman, but he was worse than Miroku, always using and abusing her. She was glad to finally get out of that relationship.
Kagome sighed, and turned back towards the counter, picking up her tray. "Might as well get this nightmare over with. She mumbled to herself. She turned and walked out towards the tables, but not before hiking up her skirt, and pushing up her bra. It was a tough job.