Chapter 6: Date with the Devil
Kagome put the last finishing touches to her hair, and arranged her skirt once more. I hope this is good enough for him. The skirt was black, and covered her behind, but barely. She only prayed that she didn't have to bend over anywhere. The shirt she had chosen was also black, with a deep, plunging décolleté. Her hair was loose, but she had curled the ends, and the makeup that she had chosen accented her green eyes. She had even called up her makeup artist, Souta, to make sure that she had gotten the colors right. She thanked everything she believed in once more for webcam, because that way Souta had been able to see exactly what she was wearing without coming over.
The doorbell rang, and she looked at the clock. It read exactly seven o'clock. He's actually on time, she thought to herself. She ran over to the door, as she yelled,
"Just a minute!" She opened the door, and there stood Naraku, decked out to the nines in a black Armani suit with a black shirt and a crimson tie. She was stunned; the man sure knew how to dress! Apparently, Naraku felt the same way about her, because for a full thirty seconds he just stood there, staring at her, a sensual grin plastered on his face. Kagome blushed, and turned her head away slightly, before saying,
"Would you like to enter? I just have to grab my coat and purse, and put on my earrings. That's gonna take me about thirty seconds, then we can leave." Naraku simply stepped inside as an answer, and he closed the door behind himself as she went into her room, to grab her earrings. He stood and looked at the apartment, before saying,
"This is a nice apartment. Did you decorate it yourself?"
"Yes, I did," she answered from her bedroom, putting on her silver hoop earrings. Naraku went over to the living room, and sat down on one of the couches. He ran his hand over the beige leather, and smiled to himself as he closed his eyes. He opened them when Kagome came out of her room, her coat hanging slightly off her shoulders, and a clutch in her hand.
"Are you ready?"
"Of course," he said, standing up smoothly. He followed her to the door, where she opened it and let him out, before leaving herself, locking the door behind her. She turned around, stunned to find that he stood next to her, arm extended. She put her arm through his, and they went to the elevator, where Naraku called it. Inside of the elevator, he pressed the button for the garage, and the elevator glided smoothly. Kagome felt her heart pounding at a hundred miles an hour, and took a shaky breath to calm her nerves. The elevator door opened, and Naraku waited for her to exit, before he exited. He led her to a sleek red Ferrari, and opened the door for her. She entered, a smile upon her face, and he closed the door. He sat in the driver's seat, and turned on the car. She turned to him, and said,
"Naraku, where exactly are you taking me?" He smiled, before saying,
"Now, now, it's a surprise. What is the point of a surprise if I tell you where we are going?" He pulled out of the garage, and into the street.
A half-hour later, they stopped in front of Alberto's, a high-class Italian restaurant in the downtown of Tokyo. Naraku stepped out of the car, as a valet came up and opened Kagome's door. Naraku gave the keys to a valet, as the other valet helped Kagome step out of the car. Naraku appeared at her side, as soon as she stepped out of the car. He took her arm in his, and they walked into the restaurant.
At the entrance, a host stood, and said,
"Good evening, Mr. Hakechi. Please, follow me this way." The host led Naraku and Kagome to a table on the terrace, away from prying eyes. The host pulled out Kagome's chair, while Naraku sat down. A waitress came, and put menus in front of them, and said,
"Welcome to Alberto's, my name is Saeka, and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Would you like to start off with something to drink, and perhaps some appetizers?" Naraku looked up from his menu, and said, in a haughty tone,
"Yes, we'll take a bottle of Dom Perignon, vintage 1982, for now." The waitress nodded her head, and headed off in the direction of the kitchen. Kagome looked at her menu, and her eyebrows bunched up as she stared at the selection of dishes.
"Kagome, you don't have to be so tense. I know what is best here, so if you don't know what all those strange names are, I can tell you." Kagome looked up and smiled, before saying,
"Naraku, I spent two years in Italy. I speak perfect Italian, and I know every single thing on this menu, because I have eaten or seen it in Italy. I'm just considering what is best with champagne." Naraku looked stunned, before his face changed, his eyelids dropping half closed, and a slight half smile showing on his face.
"Well, I'm impressed. However, I know what is best here. I'll do the ordering, you don't have to even worry that pretty little head about the food." Kagome looked at him, insulted, and dropped her head down to look at the menu. I'll be damned if he orders my food. She bunched her eyebrows together once more, and waited for the waitress to come back.
After a few more minutes, the waitress came back, carrying a bottle of Dom Perignon in an ice bucket, and put the bucket down. She took the bottle out, and poured out the champagne into two glasses. She put the bottle back in, turned to Naraku, and said,
"Would you like to order now, sir?" Naraku looked up, and said,
"Do I look like I want to order?"
"I-I don't know, sir." Naraku's eyelids lowered, making his eyes mere slits on his face.
"If I didn't want to order, why did I come here? To drink champagne?" he snarled at her, and she backed away slightly, taking out her pen and pad.
"Well, what do you wish to order, sir?" His eyes opened, he looked at the menu, and said,
"We'll have two orders of the tagliatelle with shrimp, two Caesar salads, and two steaks, medium-well done." The waitress scribbled madly, and was about to turn around when Kagome lifted her head up, and said,
"Actually, can you please change that to one order of tagliatelle, and I'll have the spaghetti a carbonara, and a garden salad. Thank you." The waitress nodded, and turned off to the kitchen, while Kagome looked over at Naraku, who was obviously furious, his face twisted in rage.
"I'm allergic to shrimp, that's why I can't eat the tagliatelle," she said, her voice triumphant. His face smoothed out, taking on an indifferent mask. He leaned back in his seat, and lit a cigarette, before saying,
"Well, you could have said so." She sat there, watching him smoke his cigarette, before she lit her own. She finished that cigarette in complete silence, neither he nor she speaking a word, until the food came. When they had finished the food, once more in complete silence, Kagome ordered a piece of cheesecake as dessert, and sat silently eating it. She was halfway finished when Naraku said,
"You haven't said a word all night. Is something wrong?" She looked over at him, incredulous, before she said,
"You're asking me if there's anything wrong?"
"Well, of course. You haven't said a word at all."
"No, no, nothing is wrong at all. Absolutely fucking nothing." He cocked an eyebrow at her usage of words, then leaned in closer to her. She backed away a little, and he pulled his chair closer to hers. He caught her hand in his for a few seconds, before she tore it out of his grip. He smiled at her, before saying,
"Your pulse is racing."
"S-so?" Naraku smiled, and looked at Kagome, his eyes narrowing slowly, his lips pulled into a sensual smile. He drew closer to her, before leaning in to kiss her. She froze for a moment, before melting slowly into his kiss. She closed her eyes as he deepened the kiss, before he finally pulled away, leaving her a quivering mass, panting slightly.
"Did you enjoy that, Kagome?" She opened her eyes, and looked at him. The sensual grin was still on his face, and his eyes were half-closed. She nodded slightly, and he smiled even wider, before closing in to once more kiss her. This time, he held on to her longer, until her knees threatened to give out; she was very glad that she was sitting in a chair. He leaned over to press more of his weight on her, almost lying on the table. When he finally let her go, she could hardly breathe. She held her eyes closed to steady her breathing, and she opened them slightly only when he brushed his hand along her cheek.
"It's obvious that you enjoyed the kiss, Kagome. Do you want it to go farther?" he said, in a half-whisper.
"What?" she asked, her eyes flying open.
"You know what I mean, Kagome. Come on, stop trying to play like you have no idea what I'm thinking about. You know very well," he said, as he leaned back into his chair, his hand on her leg. She squirmed uncomfortably under him, as his hand traveled up her leg.
"You didn't come dressed like that for no reason. I know what you want, and I'm offering it to you."
"You're offering me sex?" He smirked, before saying,
"Well, of course, Kagome. What did you think I was gonna offer you, a chocolate?" She turned bright red, and knocked his hand away.
"I don't want to have sex, I want to make love to you. I love you, Naraku." At this statement, he started to laugh. Her eyes filled with tears, as he continued to laugh.
"You foolish girl. Did you really think that I asked you out because I loved you?" He continued to laugh, and her face turned a crimson-purple color, while tears flowed freely down her face. She steeled her face, and stood up, putting on her coat. He grabbed her suddenly by the arm, his laughter gone, and his face twisted, saying,
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going home, Naraku, so let me go." He smiled at her, a leer that turned his face into a living skull, and which scared her half to death.
"I don't think so, Kagome. You can't just leave when you feel like it. You will leave when I give you permission." She looked at him, and tore her arm out of his grip, at the same time starting to scream.
"You bastard! How dare you manhandle me like that? Do you know who I am? Do you!" She slapped him, a sound that resounded through the whole restaurant. Everyone had turned around when she had started to scream, and now they were watching avidly. Naraku rubbed his cheek, before looking at Kagome, and saying,
"Sit down, Kagome, and stop screaming. You're making a scene." Kagome stiffened, and shouted, at the top of her lungs,
"I'm making a scene! Who's the one who wants to take me home because he has some sick idea that just because I went out with him that I'm immediately out of gratitude going to sleep with him! Who, Naraku, who! You, you sick motherfucker! Don't ever call me again, don't touch me again!" She walked away, leaving Naraku furious behind, and she almost ran outside. She stopped a few blocks away from the restaurant, and leaned against a brick wall. She breathed deeply, the tears still flowing down her face. She started to cry louder, until she was sure that they could hear her heart breaking back in the restaurant. She started to slide against the wall, until she was sitting up against it, not caring who saw her or not. And she remained that way for a while, until she had cried out all the tears that she had to cry.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stood up, and decided to go home. She started walking along the street, constantly looking for a taxi. She held her head down, and didn't even notice really where she was walking. Then she suddenly noticed a pair of shoes, and looked up, only to find herself colliding with someone. She bumped her head on the other person's forehead, quite hard, and put a hand to her head, only to find herself face-to-face with Inuyasha.