"Sango, hurry up!" Kagome called behind her.
Sango ran from the back storage room to help her partner as customers lined up by the two cashiers.
The two women worked in Leanne's- a general art shop that sold both supplies and paintings. Art classes were taking place in the classrooms along the back hallway.
After a while, the customers thinned out and the two finally had time to breathe again.
Kagome rolled herself to one of the vacant art room. Her nearly finished canvas stood on its stencil, as if waiting for the final touches.
Her canvas was adorned with primary and secondary colors, but if one looked closely, a pair of scissors, chair, comb and a mirror can be found. The boss of Neo-Genesis- a hair salon, was a good friend of the main director of Leanne's and she insisted Kagome to 'do the honor' of painting for Neo-Genesis. Kagome decided to play with the concept of abstract art.
The canvas was due later that evening and since it was morning, Kagome didn't feel any pressure on her. Sango walked in and helped Kagome adjust the stencil to her height.
She smiled graciously at her friend and wheeled herself to the sink to wash her set of tiny paintbrushes and filled a tin can with water.
"Go back to the front, I can manage." Kagome said cheerfully.
"It's ok. Kagura's covering my back."
They both made a face and laughed.
"Maybe I'll go back. Nice painting." Sango dusted the imaginary dust from her pants, got up and walked out of the door.
Kagome smiled after her friend. Sango was one of her bestest friend- that is, if there is such a word as 'bestest'. She was one of the people who looked past her disability and aided her in anyway she can- not out of pity but as a sister in need. Sango was definitely a nice friend to have, also able to cheer her up in sad times.
Sango met her when she was hired. Kagome was a 'newbie', and some of the girls whispered to one another, a few went so far as to pointing at her wheelchair. It was Sango that rebuked them and smiled at Kagome with open friendliness.
"What the hell is that?" A deep voice asked behind her as Kagome washed her paintbrushes again after the completion of her painting.
"What the hell is what?" Kagome twirled her wheelchair around from the sink and stared at the owner of the voice.
"That." The man said, pointing to the finished painting.
The man had cold amber eyes, long white silky hair that fall past his broad shoulders tied in a low ponytail. His right ear was pierced with two thin silver tiny hoops. A pair of orange shade perched on his head to match his gray sweatshirt, a pair of cargo and a pair of suede shoes. His whole outfit gave his skin a glow in the dimly lit classroom.
"That is my painting." Kagome growled, making a desperate attempt to stop herself from gawking at the gorgeous guy.
Everything about him is fake- dyed white hair and color contacts, she repeated to herself.
"Why are you here? You're not allowed to be at this end of the hallway if you are not picking up a child or here for a class or whatever."
Shut up Kagome, she told herself.
"Oh! I am so sorry about ignoring you back at the front; I was serving that clumsy old man. Anyway, my name is Kagura, can I help you with anything?" A girl breezed into the glass-walled room, pointedly ignoring Kagome as she batted her eyelashes at the guy.
"I am here to pick up a painting for Neo-Genesis." A dry response from the hot guy.
Kagura stared at him some more, but now with a spark of recognition. "You're from neo-Genesis? You must be Sesshoumaru Takiyura! You were featured on last month's issue of 'B-Flash!' right?"
He nodded, a scowl was apparent on his face. He had no time for the little chit chat- not that the now gawking Kagura noticed.
This is Sesshoumaru? Kagome questioned herself. He was obviously as gorgeous as ever. In the end, he became the famous hair stylist? It was indeed true that he went to England to study hairstyling? Kagome studied Sesshoumaru under new light and of course, many questions filled her head.
"The drawing you are to pick up isn't dry yet. Come back later this evening as planned." Kagome pointed behind her as she wheeled herself between Sesshoumaru and the unmistakably-still-clueless-that-the-guy-is-annoyed-and-still-watching-him-like-a-hawk Kagura.
"That is the painting?" Sesshoumaru looked down at Kagome from his 6-feet frame and stared at the painting once more.
"I don't see why the boss specifically asked you to paint, but if he wants abstract, he got it. Three year-olds can hand paint better than that. Then again, it's my own opinion." He stepped out of the room without a second glance.
Kagura chased after him.
"It's time you should realize it's your own opinion." Kagome muttered while scratching her curly Afro mess perched on her head also known as hair.
She never had nice hair. Ever since the day she was born, her hair was rough, wiry and curled automatically in the most unreasonable way. Hairdressers tried their best, but the best they can do was perm her hair and make it into a medium sized Afro.
Unfortunately, Afros just weren't 'in' for a very long time.
"I hate Sesshoumaru. Never liked him and never will." She glared at his disappearing back.
"Whoa! That guy with the white hair was hot. Maybe white is 'in' this year? Did you see that guy, Kagome?" Sango walked in.
"Yes. I hate his guts."
Sango stared at her friend and from the way she tightened her grip of the wheels of her wheelchair, she realized Kagome was in a foul and dangerous mood.
"Ok. I'll see ya later." Sango walked out of the room again.
Kagura was nowhere to be found.
Probably men-hunting again. Sango mused herself.
Kagome, Kagura and her were 24 years old and were still single. Kagome just didn't care all that much about romance after her high school sweetheart Kouga dumped her like a sack of potatoes right after he knew she was paralyzed for life- something Kagome told her in a joking manner and a smile. She knew Kagome was faking it, since behind her faux cheeriness she saw hurt written in her eyes. Kagura was one desperate woman and scared a few men enough that they ran out screaming- something that Sango herself witnessed once before. She herself was waiting for "Mr. Right"- although she was getting a little impatient.
Overall they were friends although Kagura can get a little rude to Kagome when men were around. Probably because she couldn't completely look at Kagome pass her disability and is still afraid of what men think of hear hanging around the disabled people.
Sango snapped herself out of her daydream and helped a young girl pick out the paintbrushes she would need for the art class.
Maybe Kagura's not that mean and immature at all. Just my imagination, Sango thought.
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