Standard Disclaimer: I do not own either InuYasha characters or Iron Man characters. Or, for this one chapter, Batman characters either. Amber and Stacy are mine however!
Alright. This was not something Kagome had ever imagined would take place. Or more like something she had hoped to avoid for as long as possible. But fate had a funny way of ignoring her wishes, and thus she found herself in this something.
Or more like she found herself with someone. More accurately, two someones.
On her left side she had one Sesshomaru Taisho in all his human-disguised glory. A mask of indifference, that nothing in the world could rip off, clothed his face and made his perfect sculpted features resemble something in the class of a sculpted Adonis. A neat, buttoned up suit that brought attention to his light brown – and very human – eyes which had women swooning and turning heads from left and right. He had her hand tucked securely but loosely under his arm as he stood erect and at attention – while appearing to not care about anything or anyone.
On her right side however she had the genius billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Also known as Tony Stark who just happened to be her boss. An all-human, who walked with a spring in his step as he smiled flirtatiously at anything labeled 'woman' in his way. His dark brown eyes, that was almost the exact same color as his wavy hair, twinkled with mirth and such carelessness that you had to be either blind, dumb or too occupied drooling over his looks to miss. In addition to Sesshomaru, Tony had the last three buttons unbuttoned, had one of his hands in his pocket and the other circled around a champagne glass. Somehow he had managed to snag her other hand so she was trapped under his none-champagne-occupied arm – like a wolf would be in a leghold trap.
And between these two very different people – both in personalities and styles – she stood; clad in a cute green-dotted dress and heels that didn't make her stumble or stagger. Kagome had thought herself cute in that getup and had bounded out of her apartment to meet up with Sesshomaru.
Then she had met Tony. At her place. And thus she had found out she was an accesoary for the two billionaires for the next business/charity party for the 'Unmarried and Proud Women's Club'. Kagome winced as she received yet another death-glare. Whose bright idea was it to have Tony Stark – currently single – and Sesshomaru – the everliving bachelor – host this kind of party?
"Can't you keep it down on the testosterone and pheromones?" she groaned and ducked her head. Damn, that woman was gorgeous! Why would she think Kagome would be a threat?
"Are they affecting you?" Tony asked. With a flirtatious smile, of course, as he looked down at her. She glared at him in answer, which unsurprisingly only made her boss' smile widen remarkably. "Of course, I meant the women. I can't imagine what other reason you would stare so heatedly at me."
Oh, he was digging his own grave, Kagome decided as her eyes narrowed.
Sesshomaru huffed. "We are only here for business, Stark," he murmured with an aloof glance at the smiling billionaire.
"Of course, Taisho – but why not combine business with pleasure when you can?" Tony wiggled his eyebrows.
Kagome sighed. Sesshomaru made no expression as he eyed the walls around him.
"It tends to become either unhealthy or unpleasant," Sesshomaru said. A short pause. "Often both. Especially if the woman are anything like these females."
Tony shrugged and took a swig of his champagne. "Oh, cut them some slack, Mr. Knickers-In-A-Twist," Tony mumbled around the lip of the glass, ignoring the frosty glare the other male gave him, "and try have some fun. I know I will."
And so he was gone, whisking away with a wave of females following in his wake.
Sesshomaru gave a small, suffering, sigh. "Why did I recommend you to that insufferable idiot again?"
Kagome wrapped her free hand around his arm. "Because somehow and somewhere in that oh so cold heart of yours you do care about him." She smiled sunnily up at him. He sighed again, but nonetheless led her around the room without comment.
-ooo-
An hour later and Kagome found out that she hated anything that was made by hands. For starters; shoes. Whose bright idea was it to cram your feet down into such stuffy pieces of leather that saw it as their main goal to either give the wearer blisters or such pain in the toes and heels that the woman more resembled a ninety-nine year old gran with backache than a young woman in her twenties?
But God bless the one who invented chairs, she thought as she leaned back in the one Sesshomaru had dumped her in some twenty minutes ago. Tony had been gone for the better part of an hour, and she had thought she had seen glimpses of him from time to time. It was hard to tell with the other brunettes that occupied her field of vision.
Kagome rolled her shoulders wearily and sighed before standing up slowly. Perhaps if she could find either Tony or Sesshomaru she could tell them she were going home – Sesshomaru would reprimand her but let her go. Tony would probably make a joke out of how she was weak to partying.
"Miss?" Too tired to care Kagome glared at the male that stood before her, hand extended toward her. A black-haired male with a self-confident smile peered down at her. "Would you care to dance?"
Dance? Why in the blazes would she care to hurt and trip over her feet more than necessary? Kagome rubbed a temple as she scrutinized him briefly. Neat hair that was slicked back and a set of dark blue eyes that stared down at her, twinkling with a hidden darkness; a playboy suit that was an oddly a cross between Sesshomaru's and Tony's. What struck her was that she was pretty sure – no, absolutely sure – that she had seen him somewhere before.
And why was another person – a male who wasn't either Sesshomaru or Tony – at a charity/business party like this?
"No, thank you," Kagome said politely, and scanned the sea of brunettes, blondes, redheads and crossbreeds of colors that went back and forth in the room. Where were they? "I don't think so; I just want to find my friends."
The man smiled politely, and sexily – she was a creature after all and not immune to charming smiles – as he once more extended his hand. "May I escort you until you find them?"
She eyed him a moment longer, shrugged and delicately laid her hand in his offered one. "You may."
He tucked her hand under his arm, smiled, and began leading her around.
Ten minutes later and she was so irritated at not finding the billionaires that Kagome managed to completely ignore the new death glares she was receiving.
"Your friends surely are good at disappearing," her escort noted drily. Perhaps he was picking up on her mood.
"Unfortunately, yes," Kagome replied through her teeth. She could feel a headache coming on and her feet were killing her. "I apologize on their behalf, sir."
He smiled down at her and she squinted her eyes. Damn, that smile was so bright and so not real that she was being blinded. "There's no need miss. Though I would prefer it if I could gain your name ass an apology." He said it as though it was highly suggestive.
Kagome looked around the room again, trying to see over the heads of the humans around them. "It's Higurashi Kagome – you can call me Kagome."
He hummed. "Japanese origin, isn't it?" She gave him an 'well, duh'-look. "I apologize; your English have no accent at all. Did you grow up here?"
Kagome laughed awkwardly – she wasn't very good with compliments from unknown men. "No, no. I was born and raised in Japan. My father was an American though.
He hummed again and steered her around a high table filled with drinks. He grabbed one filled with ginger ale. Kagome frowned, not really one for drinking much herself – a lightweight is a lightweight. "What's yours? Name, I mean."
At first he didn't seem to hear her, so she opened her mouth to ask again when a loud shriek – which turned into girlish giggling and laughter – sounded from somewhere behind them. Kagome gritted her teeth. She was pretty sure who had caused that sound.
"That damn, flirtatious, playboy, jackass…" Even though she had travelled with InuYasha in the past, Kagome hadn't been able to upgrade her vocabulary of insults. Working with her boss hadn't managed to do a thing to upgrade it either, since he somehow managed to get under her skin and to bot he was slippery like an eel -
"Ah! Kagome, my little minx – I found you!" Tony beamed at her as she turned. He seemed unaffected by her glares, sadly enough. "Let me introduce you. This pretty little redheaded vixen is Stacy-" Stacy smiled brightly and waved at Kagome and her escort, "and this stunning blonde is Amber!" Amber gave Kagome an once-over. Then a triumphed smirk bloomed on her face. Kagome decided she hated the girl, with her pretty green eyes and perfectly cut and straight blonde hair.
Tony didn't seem to notice the hostile looks his personal assistant were gaining from one of his flirts. He smiled just as brilliantly as he gave Kagome an appreciative look. "This, my dears, are my amazingly beautiful, intelligent and marvelous personal assistant, Kagome."
Kagome glowered at him. But decided to forgive him. A little. And not because of his compliments.
"Pleasure," she said smoothly, smiling coolly at the now frowning blonde. Her smile turned a few degrees warmer as she turned her smile to the redhead.
"Ah- Tony." Her escort said, sounding mildly amused. He looked down at Kagome and blinked. "Miss Higurashi, you could but have said who it were you were looking for – just look for the biggest crowd I would say."
Kagome smiled at her escort. "Speaking from experience?"
"Oh, yes," he smiled, a cute dimple appearing at the right corner of his mouth. He winked impishly to her and her smile grew just a little larger.
Tony huffed and stepped forward, leaving both of his dates behind; Stacy with a quizzical expression while amber looked downright murderous. "Bruce Wayne," Tony said in way of greeting. Kagome noted he didn't offer his hand. "Out to conquer my employee?"
Two pair of blue eyes widened at the statement. But only one of them narrowed dangerously.
"Tony Stark!" Kagome boomed as dark red spots began to bloom on her cheeks as her anger grew. "How dare you!"
He shrugged at her, eyes not leaving the now named man. "What? Just stating the truth. If anyone is more of a womanizer than I am, it's this fella." The billionaire got a completive look. "Or maybe I am the big bad wolf in that department." He looked at Kagome and leered, seemingly unaffected by the dark look she shot him. "So maybe it's me you ought to look out for, pretty one."
Kagome wasn't affected. "Mr Stark. Bruce Wayne is an important business partner to our company – how dare you say something like that?" She shot an apologetic look to her escort, now named Bruce. "I apologize it took so long for me to recognize you, Mr. Way-"
"Please," Bruce interrupted her and, to everyone's surprise – except Tony, who frowned – he took her hand, still in the crook of his arm. "Call me Bruce." He proceeded with a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.
Had Kagome not been living door-to-door with Tony Stark, the famous playboy billionaire, and had she not been "courted" by Kouga in the far past, she would probably have blushed at the intimate gesture. As it now was, she merely blinked and gave a sweet smile.
"Bruce, then. Still, I want to apologize."
"Then how about dinner. Tomorrow night, eight o'clock?" Bruce tucked her hand under his arm again.
She smiled, hugging his arm lightly. "That would be perfect, Bruce." Kagome turned to Tony then, whose eyes seemed to have disappeared under his heavy frown. "I will see you later, Mr. Stark, since I can see that you're… busy."
Bruce nodded to Tony and led Kagome away through the crowd, leaving a certain Mr. Stark with crossed arms and a distinctive pout, while Amber where trying to tug him in the other direction. Stacy was nowhere to be seen.
When they had rounded a corner Bruce asked her, "How did I perform?"
Kagome smiled mischievously. "Perfect."
It's been ages, I know. I've just graduated from... what's it called in English... high school? Well, I'm nineteen this year at least and yay - time to write the very appropriate "unemployed" in my profile.
Very well, this chapter, or short story if you will, popped up. I've always wanted Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark to really meet - two genuises, playboys, milionaires, super heroes etcetera etcetera. Sadly enough I didn't really know how my Batman is. Yes, mine, for all fanfictionettes and fanfiction-hombres have their very own idea of how to portray a character.
Aaaaand I'm rambling. Sorry, middle of the night over here and I'm watching the first season of Pretty Little Liars on DVD. And reading. Writing. Playing some Fallout. And rambling again.
Please review for more rambling! Or to make me stop rambling, whichever comes first!