Thanks again to mimi86 for being the one that gave me idea for the last chapter title, and this one as well. Kudos!
Well, I think this story is really an addiction for me and I believe that I will finish it before I start on one of my other stories again.
Trying to keep so many stories updated at the same time is not easy and I envy those who can do it. I, however, get confused and irritated, so I am going to stick with finishing all of them one at a time.
I apologize if this is a major inconvenience to those who read my other stories as well, but at least I am not quitting all together! Hehe.
Well anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think of it! I would greatly appreciate it, and I love hearing what you think!
Ciao, for now!
(Hehe, that rhymed!)
Entertainment
Chapter Eleven
Bombshells
She emerges from the extremely large room the next morning, a huge white silk bathing robe hanging loosely on her small frame.
One creamy shoulder is visible as the collar slips off of it, her hands moving up to make sure that the robe itself stays shut. She stands in the hallway for a moment, her eyes darting to the left and right.
She blinks slowly, turns to face the door, and begins blushing a magnificent shade of rose as she realizes that she has spent the night in Sesshomaru's own chambers… in his bed…
Where he and Matshi had their fun…
Her mind mocks her and instantly her blush vanishes, her eyes narrowing in disgust. Huffing as she turns back around, she makes her way down the hallway towards the geisha's quarters.
I wonder why Fluff Ball didn't move me from his chambers. Obviously the thought of a dirty human wench is utterly unimaginable to him…
She rolls her eyes and draws up to the large doors, passing through them not even noticing that they are already cracked open.
She pauses on the inside as many faces turn to stare at her and suddenly she become very self conscious… and VERY aware of the fact that the thin white silk hanging onto her body… is not hers.
Her eyes move from one face to the next as they stare back at her, some registering disbelief, some appalled expressions, but mostly… pure shock.
The kind of shock that makes ones mouth hang open and eyes to grow wide as saucers. Kagome smiles fondly to herself and shakes her head, moving towards her own private room, eyes still following her.
As she enters and closes the door in her wake, she allows that silken robe to slip from her body and pool at her feet before she begins moving over towards her own armoire to find her own bathing robe, instead of traipsing around in one of Sesshomaru's.
She freezes, however, when a very familiar squirrel demon scuffles into the room, puffing and trying to catch her breath.
"Kagome, Inu Taisho is asking for—Oh my!" The gasp echoes through the now silent room as Kagome peers coldly over her shoulder at Matshi.
Matshi's shocked eyes rise to meet Kagome's angered eyes, before falling once more to where her focus really is.
What happened to her?
This is the only thought running through Matshi's mind as she gazes at Kagome's back. The most noticeable of the marks is a large gash that runs from her left shoulder blade, down to the right side of her waist.
Many other scars mar her beautiful flesh, but much smaller and less severe looking. They stand there for what seems like forever, and finally a shift in Kagome's right shoulder breaks the trance.
"Is there a reason you came here, Matshi?" Her voice, even though she wants it to come out harsh… she really does… it comes out soft and warm. She narrows her eyes in annoyance and waits for Matshi's mind to clear.
"Lord Inu Taisho…. Is asking for you… to perform… at the Luncheon on the lawn… in an hour."
Her words are short clipped and Kagome can tell that her mind is still on her back. Shaking her head in contempt, she faces her armoire again and begins rummaging for an outfit suitable for a performance… instead of a bath.
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What a bother.
Kagome brushes invisible dust from the front of her kimono. It is not her style… but after trying to find one for a half of and hour, Matshi had chosen one for her. And done her hair. And her face.
The green silken fabric is so thin that Kagome is afraid that it will rip with the smallest wrong bend or movement. Shaking her head, she sighs.
What trouble can she get into now? With Inu Taisho, Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, The Southern Lord, AND Nakita watching her performance, nothing good could come of it.
Still, she sees it as an opportunity to show Nakita just what it is she is allowed to do. She knows that she can not reveal that she is Sesshomaru's 'personal geisha,' but she can still have fun angering the Fox.
Flowing fabric brushes her thighs and ends at her knees, barely concealing anything to her standards. Nibbling on her shimmering pink lips, she continues to wait for them to arrive and take their seats on the beautiful benches before her.
The design that envelopes the kimono is awkward and difficult, which meant it had to have taken weeks to complete.
The dragons fighting on the back are twisting and biting at each other, a red moon shining in the background with bloody rain pouring from the sky.
What an appropriate outfit for the circumstances… she laughs to herself.
She starts in a kneeling position, her right knee on the ground, her left foot planted on the ground. As the drums start off to the side, she raises her body slowly, her arms slinking up into the air above her head.
As she stands tall and her hands fall to curl in circles at her sides, she twists in a circle, ending with her left hip facing them.
She rolls her hips, planting her hands on them and dipping down, coming back up with her butt first in the air. Her wild, long locks flick over her face, and then against her back as she throws her head back.
She turns quickly back to the front, her hands still on her hips as her belly rolls in a mythical way, her head still tilted back.
Allowing her hands to shoot up again in the air, her right hand runs down her left arm and tilts her shoulders to the beat of the drums, her lips curling into a seductive smile.
Hands fallings, they run down her healed cheeks, her neck, over her chest, and down to her stomach, where she begins to walk forward.
The beat drops, slowing, and she follows it as she drops to her knees, her hands meeting the grass as she begins crawling towards them, her hair falling over her shoulders and casting an eerie shadow upon her face.
Then the beat begins to pick up again and she is up on her knees, hands running back through her hair as her lips part in a silent moan, her light skin glowing in the noon's sunlight.
She's up again, her hands crossing over her chest as her hips twist and twitch in all different direction, causing the males to fall into a sort of trance of desire.
Turning in circles, she lets her arms flail out a bit, giving her the image of flying, and then she is closer to them, stopping in a flurry before Sesshomaru.
Turning her back to him she brings her hands to her waist, gripping onto them as she lets her hips do that mythical dance again, within reach of Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes focus on the back of her kimono, attempting to focus on the intricate design there… but men will be men, and he found his eyes wandering to more… notice worthy features in front of his face.
Then she falls back, landing in his lap, back arching against his chest. Her head falls onto his left shoulder and she tilts her head near his face, her lips nearly brushing his ear as her heavy breathing comes out to caress his skin.
Then she is on the ground again, rolling away in a most suggestive sort of way, before the drums halt and she is found sprawled out on the grass, gazing at them intently.
It takes a moment, but Inu Taisho, Inuyasha, and The Northern Lord begin to clap loudly, whistling much like younger men… youkai… would do.
Sesshomaru joins in shortly afterwards but his blank façade remains… Kagome can see a small twinkle behind his eyes, however, and nearly falls over in a new emotion that she can not explain.
Nakita glares, her bright eyes flashing with menace.
How DARE the human wench touch my intended! The little bitch… I will teach her who is higher around here, and the limits! When I become Lady of this House, no one will dare to challenge what I do then! I will kill her slowly…
This thought causes her to give a sardonic smile to Kagome, which she catches and subtly returns before getting up and moving over to Inu Taisho and giving a low bow.
"I do hope that my performance was to your liking, Lord Inu Taisho. It was sudden when I was told, so I did not have much time to prepare for you."
Inu Taisho nods and has Kagome stand straight once again and one of his large hands descends upon her shoulder in a warm gesture.
"It was perfect, Kagome. I am glad to see that I can count on you at the last moment if I need some one to perform such as you have. You may go now, and freshen up. Dinner is at six, and I expect you to be there."
His deep voice lulls her like it did the night before and she nods before sweeping once more into a bow to both he and the Southern Lord. Turning on her heel she glides past Sesshomaru with a nod of her head and a mocking wink to the Princess Nakita.
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You're going crazy, girl. Tempting a female Youkai that way! She can kill you with a swipe of her claws!
Oh, stop it. Stop talking to yourself. This is ridiculous!
Huffing she removes that green silken kimono and unconsciously picks Sesshomaru's bathing robe from the ground and slips in to it before heading back out the doors towards the bathing house.
And what is this spark of jealousy? Come on now, he is a pompous, arrogant, sexy… GAH! No! Stop right there Kagome!
She enters the bath house, grunting in frustration as she yet again lets that nice white bathing robe fall to the ground. First she feels the water with a foot and finding it scorching hot, just as she likes it, she slips in.
Now, let's be real. Even if you think of Sesshomaru in that way, it does not matter because he is a human hating youkai who could care less if you die. And, let's not forget, he has an intended mate… who happens to be here!
Scrubbing at her skin furiously she fails to notice another figure entering the bath house and she dunks her head underneath the water, wetting her hair.
As she comes up, the water shifts away from her… and then shifts back against her skin. She thinks nothing of it… until she backs up a bit and finds herself against another body.
She thinks of screaming, but before the first note can leave her lips, a hand clamps down over her mouth, making her incapable of doing much of anything.
The hard muscles beneath the flesh ripple against her back and she stiffens, realizing that not only is someone else in the bath with her… but a very male someone else… and that makes her realize the very large… male something else in the lower regions.
A blush runs over her cheeks and spreads down her neck as she thinks of her position and she squirms in her capturer's arms. He does not let go of her, and instead pulls her closer. That is definitely not what she had been wanting.
She begins whimpering in her throat, attempting to make some sort of noise to draw attention. The only answer to this is a soothing 'shhhh' from her unknown companion.
A second is spared for her to scream as his hand disappears from her mouth, but she does not take it for in the next second, a thick gag forces its way into her mouth and once again she finds herself unable to say much at all.
And then she is against that body again, arms encircling her waist and a nose buries itself into her neck. A deep inhale is the only sound.
As he breaths out, the hotness of his breath battles with that of the steamy bath, and she shivers without meaning too.
The excitement pooling in the bottom of her stomach is also new for her, causing her breathing to heighten into short pants. Her eyes close slowly as she fights to regain herself.
He moves away from her body and she can feel his eyes on her back, which immediately makes her uncomfortable and self conscious.
The soft touch that outlines the scars one by one, however, makes her give a muffled moan, her eyes shooting open.
Whoever this is, she is not sure she wants him around her… and arousing so many thoughts and new desires within her body. Quickly she tries to scoot away from him, but a strong arm stops her and she finds herself once more on the receiving end of hot breathing.
Panting herself, she shakes her head and tries to mumble out a no, but it comes jumbled up through the gag.
Who is this and what does he want?
Meow. Deliciously left. Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I promise to update soon. Alright, thanks for all of the reviews, and please tell me what you think of this one! Thanks to DreamBeamz for being my best reviewer and supporter! Thanks to all reviewers! BloodyHues.