* no one 'cept Émigré. =^.^= okies?
Keep On Dancing
"Come on- there has gotta be a way outta here!" Émigré pounded on the wooden barriers that surrounded lord Kagewaki's garden. She shook her head then plopped on the ground and tried to calm herself. "How am I going to get out of this..?"
"You're not," a sultry voice whispered. Émigré jumped to her feet, her chest heaving as her eyes narrowed at the silhouette wrapped in darkness. Kagewaki stepped from the shadows, casting his hair over his shoulder. His robes hung loosely around him, barely held closed by a carelessly tied golden brown sash. Kagewaki smiled as he stood dauntingly before Émigré. "Now where exactly do you think you are going dear Émigré? Leaving so soon- I haven't the slightest idea why," he murmured as he slid elongated fingers along her jawline. She froze as he continued to drawl. "Would it have anything to do with making you wait for me for so long?" He leaned in for a kiss, his hands creeping along her sides as his mouth neared its destination.. Émigré wrenched herself free and ran. She could hear him laugh. "Where do you plan on going? No matter, I've found that the chase always makes for good foreplay..."
Her legs were going to fail her soon, Émigré knew. She also knew that this monster was toying with her- if he had wanted to take her already, she had no doubt he would have done so and she would have been along for the ride. There was no way to escape the inevitable... but she could delay as much as she could handle...
Keep running girl, that was it- it was the only suitable solution that made any kind of sense to her. She chided herself as her legs began to give out. 'Keep running... until you can't anymore... until your head explodes with stars and double vision occurs... until your breath leaves you... until you can't think anymore... until you become numb with fatigue and indifference... keep running...' Émigré groaned as pain suddenly laced itself throughout her ankle and strummed her nerves until pain racked her entire body. Kagewaki threw himself at her, taking advantage of her momentary pause. He hovered her and spoke. Émigré couldn't hear him over the furious pounding of her heart.
Émigré shook her head, her heart thumping wildly in her ear as she shut her eyes. 'So this is it then- I am done for... ' The cold air brushed against her bare skin and she felt his lips nuzzled at her throat and steadily moving down. "Get off... get off of me..." Émigre wailed. The heat from his body suddenly disappeared, the silk of his robes absent. She felt strong arms lift her and she struck out. "Let me go!"
"Why did you do that, stupid girl?" Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself staring into thick silver hair and red material... "Hold on, Émigré..." She shut her eyes again and gripped his shirt, burying her face into his chest. He came for her... of course, he was rude as usual, but the familiarity of home filled her nostrils as she breathed in his scent... the smell of wilderness and fresh air... the smell of shampoo- the smell of Kagome...
"Inu Yasha, you idiot... thanks..." Émigré mumbled. Her thoughts fizzled and black dots began to dance at the end of her vision. Inu Yasha looked down at her, his lips forming words that made no sense whatsoever. Émigré smiled, he actually looked worried. "This is goodnight then..." she said before blacking out.
Keep On Dancing
"Come on- there has gotta be a way outta here!" Émigré pounded on the wooden barriers that surrounded lord Kagewaki's garden. She shook her head then plopped on the ground and tried to calm herself. "How am I going to get out of this..?"
"You're not," a sultry voice whispered. Émigré jumped to her feet, her chest heaving as her eyes narrowed at the silhouette wrapped in darkness. Kagewaki stepped from the shadows, casting his hair over his shoulder. His robes hung loosely around him, barely held closed by a carelessly tied golden brown sash. Kagewaki smiled as he stood dauntingly before Émigré. "Now where exactly do you think you are going dear Émigré? Leaving so soon- I haven't the slightest idea why," he murmured as he slid elongated fingers along her jawline. She froze as he continued to drawl. "Would it have anything to do with making you wait for me for so long?" He leaned in for a kiss, his hands creeping along her sides as his mouth neared its destination.. Émigré wrenched herself free and ran. She could hear him laugh. "Where do you plan on going? No matter, I've found that the chase always makes for good foreplay..."
Her legs were going to fail her soon, Émigré knew. She also knew that this monster was toying with her- if he had wanted to take her already, she had no doubt he would have done so and she would have been along for the ride. There was no way to escape the inevitable... but she could delay as much as she could handle...
Keep running girl, that was it- it was the only suitable solution that made any kind of sense to her. She chided herself as her legs began to give out. 'Keep running... until you can't anymore... until your head explodes with stars and double vision occurs... until your breath leaves you... until you can't think anymore... until you become numb with fatigue and indifference... keep running...' Émigré groaned as pain suddenly laced itself throughout her ankle and strummed her nerves until pain racked her entire body. Kagewaki threw himself at her, taking advantage of her momentary pause. He hovered her and spoke. Émigré couldn't hear him over the furious pounding of her heart.
Émigré shook her head, her heart thumping wildly in her ear as she shut her eyes. 'So this is it then- I am done for... ' The cold air brushed against her bare skin and she felt his lips nuzzled at her throat and steadily moving down. "Get off... get off of me..." Émigre wailed. The heat from his body suddenly disappeared, the silk of his robes absent. She felt strong arms lift her and she struck out. "Let me go!"
"Why did you do that, stupid girl?" Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself staring into thick silver hair and red material... "Hold on, Émigré..." She shut her eyes again and gripped his shirt, burying her face into his chest. He came for her... of course, he was rude as usual, but the familiarity of home filled her nostrils as she breathed in his scent... the smell of wilderness and fresh air... the smell of shampoo- the smell of Kagome...
"Inu Yasha, you idiot... thanks..." Émigré mumbled. Her thoughts fizzled and black dots began to dance at the end of her vision. Inu Yasha looked down at her, his lips forming words that made no sense whatsoever. Émigré smiled, he actually looked worried. "This is goodnight then..." she said before blacking out.
