Hey! just coming up with a new story idea. Like the others, I really like this story. Unlike the others, I'm kinda getting some of the storyline from a series that I'm currently reading. So some of the ideas aren't mine they actually belong to Stephanie Meyer. I got it from Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse. The dancing part is me however. I'm a dancer, so I felt compelled to write a story about dancing I'm very excited about this story, tho i should work on my other stories, I still get so excited about a new idea and I HAVE to write it down before I forget it ; oh well. I hope you enjoy! In this story, Inu is a werewolf not a half demon.
Disclaimer: the characters and SOME of the ideas in this story are not mine.
Prologue
Muscles taunt and flexed to the breaking point. Two red pieces of pure silk that draped from the high ceiling, now taunt from its current burden. The silk wrapped thrice around the strained leg muscles that held in a perfect straight line in mid air.
Heart pounding with exertion and precision, each breath coming out ragged and shallow. Eyes so incredibly focused, they almost seemed to bulge from their owner's cranium. Each slender arm poised in a perfect squished "L".
The neck muscles taunt as it held its head high. Stomach muscles, contracting and releasing in time of the harsh breathing. Blood pounding in the ears out of excitement and pure thrill of obtain the perfect maneuver.
The music was soft and light; remind one of a graceful animal. Classical music has always been able to excite and calm the young creature simultaneously. The eyes, now expectant, waited for the best opportune moment.
At a particular climax in the soft yet ferocious and sensual harmony, the muscles suddenly tense, if that was entirely possible and sprung forcefully into action.
Swinging its legs and arms downward, the creature made a wide oval. This pushed it further up into its oblivion, elating it. When it stopped mid-motion, sweat that had glistened on its body suddenly shot up and came back to rest on its heart-shaped face.
Within a single exhale, it swooped upside down and arched its back. As if walking on water upside down, it gracefully and slowly moved its legs.
Firmly grasping the edges of the two silken fabrics, it pulled its weight up to lift itself off of its legs. Biceps flexing and sliding over its bones so smoothly, one would be hard pressed to realize they had moved at all.
Tucking its firm, slender legs flush to its body; it suddenly shot the appendages swiftly upward, placing the owner upside down again. Pushing up with taunt, sure arms, one would think it did a hand-stand in mid-air.
Just as drastically, the music suddenly changed to an even more sensual rhythm, sending pulsating shocks throughout the being. It released the energy it had coiled within itself and danced on its props, seemingly in mid-air.
With a final cry of exertion, it leapt off of the material and landed with its feet together, gently, on the red mat below.
Giving a satisfied sigh and with a swift, graceful sweep of its hand, rubbed off the sweat on its brow.
It turned to the mirror next to it and gave the reflection a disapproving scowl.
She thought she had never been so slender, a wish granted long time ago, now turned into a nightmare. People now looked at her and thought she was on the verge of anorexia.
This was, of course, ridiculous and absurd. Her diet was extremely generous for a slender woman such as herself.
Ignoring the disgust of how slender she really was, she eyed the rest of her finesse.
Giant, chocolate-brown eyes greeted her smooth, flawless, tan skin. Her ebony hair draped little ringlets about her face, making her breathtaking. Her jaw didn't jut out, but instead gracefully swooped from her small ears to a point at her small chin. Her tiny nose suspended gracefully on her face over her full, but small lips. Her eyebrows arched high over her eyelids, giving the appearance of a sophisticated, sure and beautiful woman.
However, Kagome Hiragashi was just starting out in the realm of womanhood, for she was just 18.
Kagome shook her head at her mirror and walked agilely to her massive stainless-steel kitchen. She pulled open the gargantuan fridge and looked warily inside, hoping for something more than the salads her mother thrusted into her greedy and hungry palms.
Kagome sighed again and realized she wouldn't have anything else in her and made up her mind to go out and eat. She cringed remembering how much she hated it. The crowds, the claustrophobia, and the noisy and boisterous people that seemed to want to shout and yell what they wished for. Then there was also the chance of running into him.
He seemed to show up everywhere she went, like a leech that didn't seem to want to let go. She almost thought of him as a stalker and almost sent out police to rid her of the pestering burden, but he never went too far. Just stayed within his boundaries and watched from the outside.
She hated to admit it, but she feared him like no one else. He sent her heart beating like a hummingbird's and made her feel light and heady. She didn't want to admit to the fact that it could have been infatuation, simply because he had never really spoken to her. Just observed in a creepy yet protective, that was sometimes borderline possessive, manner.
No matter how many times Kagome tried to rid herself and deny herself of this feeling, she couldn't help but feel oddly allured and comforted by his presence. However, his very presence sent her into a whirl of thoughts and emotions that she wanted none of his beautiful, amber eyes. Or his chiseled, angular face. Or his taunting, seductive lips…
Kagome shook her head and shuddered at what her thoughts had led her to. She was confused by her emotions and wished it hadn't been him that they reacted to.
Each time he turned to gaze at her, her heart would pound viciously within the confines of her ribs and her breath would become shallow. Her eyes dilated, not in fear, but in want and this frightened Kagome. How was he, a stranger that she had never talked to nor heard about, able to send her thoughts into a wild, reckless frenzy?
Of course, it didn't help that she was unconsciously searching for not only another male to occupy her fatherless life, but also to mate with. This greatly scared Kagome to bits. She was afraid to expose herself vulnerable to people didn't want to attract. People like rapists, murderers, that sort.
Her father had died while Kagome was still in her mother's womb. He had died in a car accident on the way from work on a rainy night. Her brother, Souta, had been a production of another marriage.
Kagome now sought the comfort of dancing to soothe her. Dancing had always been her medicine and her addiction at the same time. She couldn't live if she couldn't dance and her ridiculous skills proved as much. It had soothed her throughout her troubles with childhood and adolescence.
She had been an effervescent child, making the other children jealous of her happy disposition. They teased and taunted her throughout elementary and middle school, leaving her close to antisocial for high school.
As a result of the cruel afflictions, she was a shy girl, always having a blush on her high cheekbones whenever someone even glanced at her.
The absolute worst thing about being shy was her stage fright. She could give one hell of a show when it came to dancing. She felt no unease there.
She hated speaking.
It drove her mad, and sent her biting her nails, twittering and twitching, shift her weight back and forth, and made her stutter and sweat like crazy.
Her only friends in high school that had helped her through her rough time were Sango and Miroku. They had stuck with her through thick and thin. Kagome was ultimately grateful for that, but now her attention had shifted to a new stress.
Again, it was the stress of him.
Something about him, the way his long, silver hair spoke quietly to her, or the painfully graceful way he swaggered to her with his long powerful legs. His prowess seemed to engulf her and left her speechless, though even if he had spoken she would have already been speechless.
He was a good head and shoulders taller than her five foot six figure. He seemed huge in contrast, though. His hands were massive; they could swallow her whole hand. His shoulders were broad, expanding twice what Kagome's did. His chest was sculpted, that much she could tell from the way his shirt pulled taunt over his muscles.
He wasn't body-builder huge. He was muscular, Kagome didn't doubt that for an instant, but he was muscular in a strange lean way.
This allured Kagome even more, for his body figure was exactly want she had wanted. Again, she was frightened by this.
His voice was like rolling thunder, rumbling deep within his chest. Yet it was smooth and soft like silk, and laid gently over her ears as he spoke with others, but never to her. He recognized that she was afraid of him, so he kept his distance, but still watched her from a distance.
Every time she saw him, he was always looking at her with piercing, yet somehow gentle eyes. She almost could see admiration and affection in them.
Taking a deep sigh, Kagome grabbed her sport car's keys from the key rack and walked to her garage. She mentally prepared herself to see him again and wondered if he would talk to her this time around.
Maybe, just maybe he will…
So how'd you like? Please R&R. I'd like to see if I shall continue, which i probably will, because I like this story idea. -Dark