Once again, I apologize for the delay. I am aware that there have been many
requests for more romance, so I tried my best to incorporate as much as I
could. Hope you enjoy this chapter and don't hesitate to leave me your
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Without self-confidence, we are as babes in the cradle.
CHAPTER FOUR: Descending Confusion
The booming music shattered my eardrums in merciless waves. The sea of bodies surrounded my vehicle, each completely at ease with the surrounding chaos. The bright orange light of street poles washed down upon the masses, highlighting each individual in their corrupted glory.
It felt great to be home.
I could sense the heat of excitement rising in my chest. I could feel my body's growing stimulation at being in familiar territory. As I confidently slid out of my beat-up red Toyota to be greeted by the sudden smell of burning engine, I felt myself come completely alive again.
"There you are Kagome!" I heard someone shouting in the distance, relief washing through their voice. I looked up. Wearing the same leather jacket with a matching black helmet in a gloved hand, Manten looked poised for action as he pushed past the thick mass of bodies. "You're late!"
"Hey, I'm early by my standards" I shrugged. "Driving through the countryside ain't as easy as it sounds."
"Doesn't matter" he dismissed as he abruptly grabbed my arm and began leading me towards the sea he just came out of. "The guys are getting impatient to meet you. They're starting to think that I was making you up this whole time. This'll show them..."
As he continued to grumble under his breath, I could feel myself pressed tightly against moving flesh while he continued to pull me tightly towards some destination I was yet to be informed of. I became aware of the various unfamiliar yet characteristic faces shouting and bargain with each other in a wild frenzy. I could hear the loud proclamations of the winning bets and large boasts about the competitors. As I felt myself suddenly springing out in front of the crowd, the beautiful flight of racing motorcycles greeted my sight.
"Hiten, this is the chic I was telling you about." I heard Manten introduce me proudly, as if I was some price he acquired.
I brought my attention to the immediate scene before me. Five men stood in front of the general mass, all dressed in identical leather jackets. I suddenly noticed a dark yellow thunder bolt embedded on each left breast, identifying a gang I was yet to hear of.
And by the looks of their conspicuous separation from the crowd, I had a sneaking suspicion that they were pretty influential on these streets.
"So this is the girl you were telling us about?" The first large bulky guy to my right smirked as his charcoal eyes traced me from top to bottom. "Doesn't look much of a racer."
"But quiet a looker!" The man in the middle added with a whistle. He winked at me suggestively as he put a hand through his slicked back short brown hair, showing off his large scar down the left side of his face. "How's about you and me gettin' outta here and heading for the warehouse?" I cocked an eyebrow in response.
"What's the matter? Too cheap to get laid?" I asked with a tone of amusement. "Or is it that prostitutes just simply won't service shit like you?" Chuckles germinated around the circle as the offender's face bloated up in anger.
"Why you bitch! I'll teach you you're place!" He made a wild frenzy to grab me, but with the agility that came natural after years of experience, I easily leaned to my right and grabbed his reaching arm firmly instead.
"Now, now." I disciplined with an easy grin. "We don't hit women remember?" Another wave of laughter erupted.
"She sure whipped you Mac!" Remarked the scrawny bald man beside him in good humor. "Feisty, isn't she? What's you're name girly?"
"Kagome" I answered with a smile as I let go of the arm. "I'm here to race."
"Racing is only for the big boys." Taunted the first bulky guy as he patted my head. I made a mental not to kick his ass in racing later. "It's too dangerous for little girls."
"I'll take my chances out there" I shrugged. "So what do you say? Hook me up with a bike and let's see how I do."
"She's phenomenal at it!" Manten came to my defense in eagerness. "You should see her!"
"I highly doubt that" the offender known as Mac remarked as his eyes took in my blue jeans and white sweater. I do admit that I looked as out of place as Kikyo did on my turf, but it did nothing to bring down my confident composure. I would just have to deal with what I'm wearing. Everything in Kikyo's closet was basically of this style.
"Yeah, I could probably snap her in two without even trying!" The bulky guy boasted quiet proudly. "She'll ruin a perfectly good bike in the race! Where does a little girl get the idea to come to US for-"
"Give it to her." Interrupted a husky voice. The five abruptly fell silent, giving the guy behind them their immediate attention. Wearing the same leather jacket and pure black writing gear that blended perfectly with his braided ponytail, he looked to be the ringleader commanding immediate respect. Sitting on a brilliant new model motorcycle with a wide calculative grin, he evaluated me carefully.
"But Hiten-"one of the guys began.
"I want to see if she is as capable as you suggested Manten." Remarked the leader, interrupting the protesting man. "Sean, give her Rebecca."
The scrawny bald man complied as he quickly left the group to retreat 'Rebecca.'
"So, Kagome, have you raced in the past?" Hiten asked with interest.
"A little" I shrugged nonchalantly. Although five years of experience may have pushed the boundaries of 'a little.'
"Well, you'll be up against the best in all England here." He informed with a grin. "Let's see how you fare in the amateur race. It should start in a few minutes."
"Alright" I agreed. Competing with amateurs would be a.... refreshing experience. It'll sure bring back some good times.
"Got it Hiten!" The bald man called as he came back with a red motorcycle from a reasonably new model collection.
"This is Rebecca." Hiten informed as the bike was brought forward. "Treat her well."
"I will" I nodded as I slung my leg over the seat and took a comfortable position. He looked impressed with my easy mount.
"Here" he called as he threw me his helmet. It looked magnificent with the pure black shine and superior form.
"Thanks." I replied with as I began driving towards the starting line. Looks like I'm just in time.
A group of about six racers lined the front, all ready for the upcoming challenge. With the utmost confidence, I took my position at the far left end as several more participants came to join. All were dressed for the event and pumped up for the challenge, making my own attire completely out of place. It's really unfortunate that the cocky grin on some of their faces will go in vain.
"Alright people!" Announced a stout red bearded man over a microphone. "The amateur race of the night is about to start! Any last minute bets should be made already. The returning champion Nate is amongst the competitors. Will he win again and walk away with the five hundred pounds prize?"
A loud cheer erupted from the general mass as the driver three down from me raised his hands in sure victory. Looks like he'll be my toughest competitor, although I must say he didn't seem like much of a challenge.
"But what's this?" The stout man looked at me with a gasp. "Is this new competitor wearing THE Throne?" Consenting murmurs germinated through the crowd, drowning out the previous cheers. All eyes began to focus on my head. I became deeply aware of the whispered questions around me.
"What's going on?"
"Why is an AMATEUR wearing the Throne?"
"Why is Hiten looking so smug when someone else is wearing the Throne?"
Upon the last comment, I abruptly turned to Hiten at the sidelines. He glanced back with a smug and amused grin as he exchanged a few words with the confused announcer. I raised an eyebrow in question. What the hell is he playing at?
"It seems that the new challenger has indeed been given permission by Hiten himself to wear the Throne! Is this a sign of promised talent? Only time will tell!"
I became distinctly aware of the crowd's growing speculation of me. I could feel their puzzlement at my unfit clothing and their questioning expectations of my performance. I reached up a hand to touch the shiny black helmet. Is this the Throne they're all talking about? I had a sneaking suspicion it was as all my fellow competitors kept sneaking suspicious glances in my direction, especially that Nate guy.
"Challengers on the mark!" All impending thoughts suddenly drifted out of my head. I felt the heated energy before a race take over my senses as I stepped on the gas pedal, raising the roaring engine to life. I keenly watched the stout man leave the road and a large breasted blonde taking his position at the center. Firmly, she raised her hands for the ready sign.
And without any delay they pulled down in front of her. The ten bikes in line all abruptly shot forward in one massive wave of roaring engine.
I welcomed the pure rush of adrenaline taking over my senses. I felt the air hitting the helmet shield and brushing through my untied hair, sending them whirling behind in a cascade of tangles. I could hear the wind whistling in my ear, blocking all sounds from the crowd and the music. Everything began to fade from sight. It was just me and the open road ahead.
No crowd. No competitors. No complications. Just me in a world where no time existed. No laws of gravity held me back. No obstacles stood in my way. But it was an illusion suspended in the folds of reality.
Soon I saw the white finish line rapidly approaching. I must've been close to completing the lap. I felt myself speed up, hungry to reach it faster, as if some sweet wonder waited at the end. I felt myself flying with the wind, as if wondrous wings have sprouted from my back. This is the drug I was truly addicted to. Speed.
And as suddenly as it started, I saw the line pass me in an abrupt shift underneath. Suddenly the moment was over as I felt myself automatically slow down. I became abruptly aware of the faces around me once more.
The astounded faces and gasps of silence.
I glanced behind me. The other competitors were still tiny specks in the road gradually growing closer. Uncomfortable murmurs began sifting through the crowd.
"And we have an astonishing winner!" The announced once again shouted, just coming out of the stupor himself. "The new competitor has certainly proved herself to be worthy of wearing the Throne! She has broken a new record for the amateur races! The others are still far behind her as I speak!"
Abruptly, the crowd erupted in wild cheers. I jolted up my seat at the sudden celebration. It was as if they finally decided that I was human and worthy of being greeted as the supreme victor.
"Is there anything the new competitor would like to say?" The stout man suddenly offered me the microphone.
"Thanks" I casually spoke as I swept my eyes through the audience. What more could I say? I expected an easy victory.
"Well there you have it people! We have certainly witnessed quiet a spectacular event tonight! I have a feeling that we're going to hear plenty more from this new rookie!"
Out of nowhere, a wad of money was shoved into my hands and several pats on my back followed before the crowd swamped around me in wonder. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up to be greeted by the proud face of Manten as he pulled me through the mass quickly.
"Well Kagome, I was certainly right! You raised the roof tonight!" He praised as he continued to drag me towards his group once again. "I knew you were good, but now you have shown me a good beyond words! You should've seen Hiten's face! He may have lent you the Throne, but even HE didn't expect you to be this good!"
As we approached the small group of men, the change of expression on the previous critical faces amazed me.
"Wow!" Breathed the bulky guy that had previously dismissed me as a trivial 'little girl'.
"Wow indeed." Hiten nodded with a grin. I took off my helmet with a smile and I passed it back.
"Thanks." I seemed to be thanking people a little too much tonight. Silence settled over the group as all watched me in wonder. I couldn't help but notice a spark of something in the dark green eyes as the leader regarded me with intensity.
"Told you she was amazing." Gloated Manten to the bulky guy, thus effectively breaking the silence. I smiled. There was just something about Manten that greatly humored me.
"Well, it's been fun hanging with you guys," I concluded as I glanced at my watch. 10:30PM. "But I have to run now."
"What's the rush?" Spoke Hiten lightly with a grin. "Come take a walk with me. There's still more races coming."
I looked at him a bit more hesitantly. Well, I guess a half an hour more wouldn't hurt.
"Why not." I finally shrugged as I took a second glance at my watch. Just as long I'm back before midnight, everything will be fine. His grin widened at my acceptance.
Gently placing a hand to my back, he lightly steered me away from the group and the general crowd. An amusing glint crept into his eyes as he regarded my comfortable posture albeit my unfit attire for the event.
"You delivered quiet a little surprise back there" he spoke, breaking the silence between us. The sidewalks were littered with wrappers, cigarette butts, and things I don't even want to know the name of. The orange light illuminated the deserted path in front of us.
"I try my best" I replied as I stepped over an empty vodka bottle. Its smell strongly stained the air. "Although I am a little curious as to why you gave me a helmet that was apparently such a huge jewel here."
"Ah yes, the Throne." Hiten chuckled. "I had a gut feeling that you'd bring a new sense of prestige to it."
"And this...gut feeling of yours, is it always so precise?" I asked with an amused edge to my tone.
"Well, it has gotten me ownership of the Throne." He answered conversationally. "And it is quiet the desirable prize in this city. The ultimate championship of a racer."
"Oh, so should I be going after it as well then?" I inquired with a grin. "Or do I need certain qualifications for it?"
"You definitely qualify." He nodded with a serious approval. "And I'm ready for the challenge. It has been rather boring these last couple years."
"Really?" I drawled.
"Indeed. Racers these days depend way too much on their engine rather than skill."
"And you know that it's a combination of both that makes a successful racer." I finished for him.
"Ah, the lady certainly knows her facts" he praised with a smile. "But I'm really curious as to how you and Manten met."
"Oh?" I looked at him. "How's so?"
"Well, someone like you most definitely won't even need to take a second look at my little brother. So this makes me wonder, are you using him to get to something?"
I paused for a minute. I could tell he was anticipating for a denial. The guy was perhaps a little too paranoid for his own good.
"And you want to know if I'm using him to get to you so that through you I may obtain the Throne?" I inquired pleasantly. He looked slightly surprised at my precise guess of his though process.
"Something like it." He murmured, regaining his balance.
"And why would I need Manten to get to you?"
"That is what I'm also curious about." Hiten regarded me with intensity as I heard the start of a new race behind us. The roaring of engines is a sound I shall never grow tired of.
Slowly in silence, I leaned towards him, our faces slowly inching closer. I could feel his breath soon brushing my cheek, becoming slightly shallower. His green eyes narrowing in distrust, and to his own reluctance, darkened with lust. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders.
"You know Hiten," I drawled in a whisper, never losing eye contact. I could tell he was trying to read my eyes, but I knew they revealed nothing but coy deception. "Perhaps some people may like your brother for who he is instead of who he knows."
I pulled back with a large beaming smile as he stared at me in frozen shock. "Well, see you later man." It was definitely time to leave. I walked back into the crowd that now enveloped my car, eager to get home and crawl into a warm soft bed.
"Hey Kagome!" I turned around to be greeted by the sight of Manten running towards me. Well, speak of the devil.
"Hey." I called back as I leaned against my car. He stopped in front of me, just short of breath.
"I-I was wondering if you'd like to get together this weekend or somethin'." I could tell he tried to look me in the eye and act smooth, but failed terribly as he dropped his gaze to the floor and continued to fidget. I chuckled in response. He reminded me a lot of Hojo right now.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Well....yeah...." he replied with uncertainty. "But I won't take it personal if you don't-"
"I'd love to." I quickly replied, cutting off his string of familiar explanations. "Call me tomorrow." And with those last words, I got into the red Toyota and started the engine.
Who knew that two brothers growing up under the same conditions could be so different. I glanced back one last time as I drove into the night.
I couldn't help but notice the tall figure of Hiten alone on the spot where I left him. He was staring at me with a new sense of longing that sent uneasy shivers up my spine.
*~*
I felt a smile creeping onto my lips as I cradled the receiver closer to my ear.
"So how's my woman doin' in a strange foreign land?" The sexy voice of Kouga teased in a lazy drawl. "Cause any trouble yet?"
I could hear the distant blast of music vibrating through the air. He must be in the club. I glanced at my alarm clock. 3:25 AM. It must be still around ten thirty there.
"Nothin' you'd expect" I replied mysteriously.
"Oh? Care to inform me?"
"Nope."
"Alright" he chuckled in response. "So then I'm guessing you're calling to find out if I'm cheating on you?"
"Don't flatter yourself" I chastened teasingly. Looks like things are still the same with him. "So tell me how fares there?"
"All well." I could tell he shrugged nonchalantly as he took a sip of something most likely containing heavy alcohol. "Just some petty details you shouldn't be bothered with."
"Like what?" I pressed. As the old saying went, God is in the details.
"Things that really shouldn't be mentioned over screened communication lines." He emphasized. I got his drift.
"Alright then." I guess I'll just take his word this time. "So nothing serious right?"
"Trust me, nothing serious." He assured with a sigh. "So how are you finding life there?"
"Definitely not what I expected."
"How's so?"
"Let's just say that I tangled myself in a heap of messes I never thought could possibly exist."
*~*
Friday morning passed in an exciting blur. I felt myself being trapped in the twilight zone as time rushed past me in a numb state of unawareness. But I was able to pick up the main gossip topic on campus as centering around the Montgomery banquet. The socialites whispered about everything from fashion to who's going to be there. Or more importantly, who was snubbed from an invitation.
I didn't notice a single glance or hostile move in my direction as Hojo tried his best to inform me as to how things went down in a formal event. Very soon, his voice merged with those of the boring teachers and the chattering student body to make one big migraine as I felt my eyelids constantly drooping. Maybe I shouldn't have talked to Kouga so late.
Suddenly, I collided into a hard body and stumbled backwards into the ground. The books held in my hand scattering across the hard marble ground around me.
"Oww...." I grumbled as I rubbed my hip. I became acutely aware of the surrounding silence. I looked up at the person possessing the hard body. Wild silver hair with golden eyes greeted my sight.
Oh, this was beginning to look awfully familiar. I braced myself for all hell to come reigning down upon me.
But the furious shouts never came. I looked up in puzzlement. A hand was extended towards me. The hell...?
"Come on" Inuyasha sighed in annoyance. I accepted with hesitation, placing my hand in his large palm. He willingly pulled me up.
I could hear Hojo quickly gathering my books, but before he could reach the last one in front of the young Winston, the silver haired boy bent down to pick it up.
"Here" he handed it to me. The crowd gasped.
"Eh, thanks...." I replied with uncertainty. What the hell was going on here? Has my victory over Amelia really had such a significant impact on him?
"Don't mention it" he replied. And with those last words he brushed past me, sending me into a cascade of confusion. And here I though that our pact of civilization with each other didn't extend out of the Calculus classroom.
As I just began to slightly comprehend my surroundings, I heard the dismissal bell ringing melodically in the air.
"What's going on?" I turned to Hojo. It was only eleven thirty. The crowd began to rapidly disperse, no doubt eager to spread the scene they have just witnessed in lucrative gossip.
"It's a half day." He informed as he regarded the retreating back of Inuyasha with equal puzzlement. "Remember I told you this morning?"
"Oh...yeah..."
"So should I tell my mother you'll be joining her and Alice for lunch?" He smiled, putting this highly confusing event past us. "She has been rather looking forward to fixing you up all night."
"Sure" I replied with a smile. After all, mother didn't get off work till much later.
"Great! Thank you very much for doing this Kagome."
"Don't mention it." I replied with a wink. "I'm rather looking forward to it myself."
*~*
And it truly wasn't so bad. Mrs. Ketchum, albeit being a little too chatty, was a pleasant person to talk to in general. Her suggested beauty tips were perhaps a little over the top, but I did find them mildly amusing. Alice was freakishly quiet at first, but I suppose she did open up to me a little more as the time passed. After all, Mrs. Ketchum did call it our girls day out, so I suppose bonding was bound to be involved.
"So the girls at the country club tell me that bright colors is the way to go this season." Mrs. Ketchum went on as she flipped through a magazine while the hairstylist was busy with her thick copper locks. "But I still think that Alice would look much better in black. It's the slimmest color that could never go wrong."
"I think black would look wonderful on Alice" I agreed as I shifted uncomfortably in my own seat. I just wasn't used to strangers handling my hair.
"Oh relax dear" Mrs. Ketchum advised. "Really Kikyo, you work way too hard. Treat yourself to some of the better things in life."
"Umm...I guess I'm just... sort of new to this entire beauty enhancement thing." Looking attractive was just not something I emphasized so much.
"Well, you may get by great now, but once thirty hits, you're going to wish that you had started with face cream much earlier." Mrs. Ketchum frowned. "I know that I've listened to my mother's advice and have thanked myself ever since."
"I'll try Mrs. Ketchum." I replied patiently. The woman was perhaps a bit too self-righteous at times. "So Alice, any special guy you wish to impress at the dance?"
"No" she quickly replied. I could see a blush rapidly spreading on her cheeks as she tried her best to look nonchalant.
"Really...?" I pushed.
"Oh, Alice has had her sights set on –"
"Nothing mother." She quickly interrupted. Mrs. Ketchum glanced at her pleading face. I see the girl is still rather shy for this kind of stuff.
"Oh never mind." Mrs. Ketchum sighed. "So Kikyo, we must really find you a dress to match your pretty brown eyes. I think you'll look great in black as well...."
*~*
"So I'll see you later mom." I concluded my conversation before pressing the end button on the little cell before handing it back to its owner.
"Thanks" I smiled.
"Not a problem Kikyo" Mr. Ketchum replied as he leaned back against the black leather seat in his personally tailored Kelvin Klein tuxedo. I sighed in contempt as I leaned back against my own plush seat opposite him. First time in a limo, and must say, it ain't bad at all.
"Oh this is so exciting!" Mrs. Ketchum squealed for the uptenth time, causing a pleasant chuckle from her husband. "To think, all the big names in upper society are going to be there under one roof! This will definitely be the talk of the town for quiet some time!" The woman was a sight to behold in her modest red dress reaching her ankles and spaghetti straps running low across her back. I particularly liked the way she put her hair in a tight bun with falling strands framing her face. She made it look so natural along with her light use of make-up and jewelry.
I glanced at Hojo from the side of my vision. His tense posture and shifting gaze projected the very image of nervousness. I couldn't help but notice his hands constantly moving to the cuffs of his new tuxedo.
"Oh stop fidgeting Hojo and relax" I laughed, startling him into a small jump. He looked up at me with a nervous smile.
"I will" he managed to murmur weakly.
"Kikyo is right Hojo" agreed Mrs. Ketchum with a frown. "It is not appropriate for a proper young man to fidget so much. Just try to be more like the well-brought up young men at the function, like...Inuyasha Winston." I tried to suppress my chuckles. Oh, if she only knew the half of it.
I glanced at Alice sitting opposite me. Much like her brother, she was the epitome of nervousness with the way she chewed her bottom lip and kept twirling her thumbs. As per Mrs. Ketchum's request, the girl sported a sleek black V-neck dress reaching her knees. A nice set of pearls were set around her neck with matching earrings. Her face adorned a bit overdone make-up, but her hair was set in a pleasant half ponytail much suiting her personality. I sent a smile of encouragement at the girl. Really, all she needed was a bit more confidence.
At last, I felt the smooth wheels of the black limousine gradually halting. I could see moving figures through the tilted window and the muffled sounds of chatter.
"Oh here we go..." Mrs. Ketchum took a deep breath. "Straighten out your hair Alice dear. Compose yourself Hojo. John, promise you won't abandon me in there?"
"Of course dear" Mr. Ketchum assured with a kind look towards his wife. A moment of appreciative silence settled between the couple, greatly projecting their eternal devotion to each other.
But just as soon as the moment began, it ended with the opening of the limo door as the driver stood obediently at the side to escort the passengers out in class. I caught the sound of classical music playing in the background mingled with the gay chatter of the elite.
Mr. Ketchum was first to climb out in his sleek black shoes. Upon taking a survey of his surrounding, he immediately extended his hand for Mrs. Ketchum. She accepted the hand graciously with a light blush and stepped out of the limousine in her red high heels to mach her dress. I could feel her eyes light up at the ultimate social scene she lived for. Hojo soon followed along with Alice, both still nervous in their gestures. At last, I joined the family as I stepped out into the luminous night with the black pumps that I only wore upon much persuasion from the older woman.
And it was quiet a sight to behold.
There stood a brilliantly designed castle in all its glory. It was a perfect blend of ancient structure with modern design. The large glass paneled windows draped with heavy velvet curtains, the gray castle walls surrounded by a beautiful lush green garden doted with flowers, and the large double glass doors in front of us were just some of the things that impressed me to no end.
"Wow" I heard myself sigh as my eyes scanned the magnificent sight before me. The night sky reflected some of the mass of light projected from underneath while the rest blended with the bright stars. It was truly a ball from the modern day fairy tales as all guests came in expensive limousines and well prepared outfits. Waiters in matching red uniforms were ready to wait upon each arrival. Now I know why the taxi driver associated such extravagant balls with England. It was truly a memory one stores for years to come.
"Wow indeed dear" Mrs. Ketchum answered with a smile. "This is, after all, Hotel Alivore, one of the best hotels in the country. The Montgomerys never spear any expenses."
"Shall we dear?" Mr. Ketchum offered his wife his arm. She immediately took hold and the couple led the way down the red carpet. Hojo was quick to mimic his father and I gladly excepted his arm. However, upon noticing Alice beside me glance around with uncertainty as to what she should do, a deep sense of sympathy swept through me.
I felt myself let go of Hojo's arm. He immediately looked at me in question. I shifted my gaze to Alice to inform him of her seclusion. He nodded as I stepped beside Alice with a bright smile.
"Hey, mind if I walk beside you?" I asked softly. She nodded weakly, relief washing over her at not being alone. Soon we reached the double doors as a waiter opened them with a welcoming smile upon receiving the tickets from Mr. Ketchum. I nodded in appreciation when walking past him into the ballroom.
I felt the breath leave my lungs. The inside was just as large and magnificent as the outside. A grand sparkling chandelier hung on the high ceiling, shining light upon the brilliantly designed tables and an open dance floor. A live orchestra playing classical music occupied the far right of the room and massive windows and beautiful decorations lined the walls. Couples moved with the utmost grace, bringing a new meaning to sophistication as they glided across the dance floor. Without apprehension, I felt Hojo pulling me along towards our table to be seated.
Only when I felt myself being gently pushed into a chair did I finally regain consciousness of the people in front of me. I looked down upon the beautiful delicate plates and silver utensils lining the table. There were so many of them. I had a feeling that each spoon and fork was used for a different course. Now, I really wish listened more carefully to Hojo when he was explaining this morning.
"Your drinks will be here in a moment sir" the waiter informed as he left the table, leaving several menus.
"Amazing, isn't it Kikyo?" Mr. Ketchum asked in good humor while picking up one of the leather bound menus.
"Yeah.....definitely..." I breathed as I continued to glance at the dance floor with the gliding couples. I only ever saw something like this in movies. I wished we had a better table towards the front of the floor.
"Would you care to dance?" Hojo suddenly asked. Abruptly, I came out of my haze and looked him in the eye. A warm smile was displayed on his face, although some of his previous nervousness was still evident.
"Uh...." I noticed the family watching me in encouragement.
"Oh go on Kikyo. Have some fun" Mrs. Ketchum pushed. I accepted Hojo's hand with uncertainty and he began to lead me towards the dance floor.
"I hope you know that I don't know how to dance" I whispered to him urgently as the previously inviting cherry wood floor drew closer. He laughed in good humor.
"Don't worry Kagome, just follow my league." As we stepped onto the floor, the orchestra ended their previous song. A new faster composition began to fill the air. Panic began to show on my features. I didn't even how to dance to slow songs, how in the hell did they expect me to keep up with such a fast tune?
"Hojo..." I began with uncertainty as he took my right hand and placed his left on my waist.
"Just relax" he spoke softly, and I complied. For someone who was so shy, he sure was an extremely good dancer. We started slow as he allowed me time to catch up to his footsteps. Soon, I felt our speed pick up as my mind was finally processing the movements. As I felt the music wash over me and my muscles relax, I soon realized we were gliding gracefully with all the other couples. I finally let my breath go, my body becoming completely at ease.
"Thanks." I smiled in true appreciation. He nodded.
"You look beautiful." He commented out of the blue. I felt myself blush wearing the black spaghetti strapped dress that flowed around my ankles. It was nothing fancy, just simple and sophisticated, thus drawing my selection. My hair cascaded down my back in a fluid motion, making my borrowed sparkling diamond necklace and earrings very visible amongst the mass of black.
"Thank you." I whispered weekly. He smiled down at me in warmth, his eyes distant, as if he was thinking of someone else in comparison. He may deny all he wants, but the fact remained that he had a huge crush on Kikyo. I felt a mischievous grin creeping onto my glossed lips. I should really set them up.
"May I cut in?" a smooth velvet voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, bringing me out of my contemplation. Both of us looked up at a tall dominating figure.
Black hair cascaded down his back from a very aristocratically handsome face. Dark piercing brown eyes regarded Hojo in an amused challenge as he extended his hand to me. I could feel Hojo gulp.
"Of-of course" he replied quickly as he immediately let go of my hand and retreated his other from my waist. I looked at him in puzzlement as he quickly walked away. I raised an eyebrow in question at his hasty retreat. Was he really this meek and shy around others?
With a smile, I glanced up at the remaining man in front of me and graciously accepted his hand. It was warm as he closed his large fingers around my more slender ones. He was half a head taller than me. Somehow his calm and confident composure reminded me strongly of a certain Winston brother.
His other hand gently found its place on my waist as I placed my left hand on his shoulder, feeling the rich fabric of his tuxedo. No doubt some expensive brand name. A classic slow composition replaced the old one as he began to lead me in his graceful movements.
"Hi" I greeted with warmth. I suppose I should at least find out whom I'm dancing with.
"Hey beautiful" he replied, not the slight bit unsure about his movements or words. I was slightly knocked off balance with his bluntness.
"Umm...thanks?" I replied with a cocked eyebrow in question. He chuckled in his deep voice. I couldn't help but notice his beautiful lips set in a grin.
"I don't give praises lightly. There are very few women whom I consider truly beautiful."
"Then I'm truly touched. "I replied with a grin of my own. I became aware of the stares as we glided easily through the other couples, making ourselves more than conspicuous with our fluid movements. Very soon, whispers followed in our steps.
"Makes you uncomfortable?"
"What?" I looked.
"Being watched." He indicated with the shift of his gaze to our rapidly growing audience. I didn't notice until now how close we were. I could smell his musky masculine scent. It was a pleasant smell of woods. He continued to draw me closer.
"Yeah." I nodded in truth, trying to pull back. But he wouldn't let me. "Very uncomfortable."
"You'll get used to it." He replied before twirling me in his arms. "My sister has mentioned you."
"Who's your sister?" I asked. I can't think of any girl amongst the socialites that would mention me in a positive way.
"Sango. She was quiet impressed with the way you handled Amelia Caldwell." Suddenly, I noticed the mentioned beauty from the side of my vision grinning in pleasure as she regarded us. Wearing a striking violet gown with her creamy skin, she looked to be the very epitome of female perfection. I could sense her sharp chocolate brown orbs following our every movement. Girls from high social circles flocked her side, wearing extravagant dresses and jewelry, but paling in comparison to her.
"I was glad she intervened." I replied with sincerity.
"Oh, I'm sure you could've handled yourself quite well even without her interference." he remarked with seriousness as he regarded me.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence" I laughed as I looked him in the eye. He stared back with an unyielding intensity. "So may I ask as to whom I have the pleasure of dancing with?"
"Naraku" a third ice smooth voice suddenly interrupted. It sounded awfully familiar. I looked at the intruder. Oh god....
There stood Sesshoumaru Winston in all his magnificence. Wearing a black tuxedo in such contrast to his silver white hair, he looked breathtaking. His molten gold eyes regarded us cooly. I could feel the muscles on my partner shoulder tense, but he kept his cool aloof composure without effort. So Naraku Montgomery was his name.
"Why good evening Sesshoumaru." The two were sizing each other up as they regarded one another in the tense air. I felt a long history of rivalry between the two surfacing. It was as if the two shared an unknown communication link through their hostile gazes. "How may I help you?"
I could feel Naraku's hand around my waist tighten more possessively as he drew me even closer.
I regarded Sesshoumaru in puzzlement. Suddenly our eyes locked. For the second time, I felt the intensity of his orbs burning my gaze. And I felt a hint of fury present in them.
"Kikyo is coming with me."
Without self-confidence, we are as babes in the cradle.
CHAPTER FOUR: Descending Confusion
The booming music shattered my eardrums in merciless waves. The sea of bodies surrounded my vehicle, each completely at ease with the surrounding chaos. The bright orange light of street poles washed down upon the masses, highlighting each individual in their corrupted glory.
It felt great to be home.
I could sense the heat of excitement rising in my chest. I could feel my body's growing stimulation at being in familiar territory. As I confidently slid out of my beat-up red Toyota to be greeted by the sudden smell of burning engine, I felt myself come completely alive again.
"There you are Kagome!" I heard someone shouting in the distance, relief washing through their voice. I looked up. Wearing the same leather jacket with a matching black helmet in a gloved hand, Manten looked poised for action as he pushed past the thick mass of bodies. "You're late!"
"Hey, I'm early by my standards" I shrugged. "Driving through the countryside ain't as easy as it sounds."
"Doesn't matter" he dismissed as he abruptly grabbed my arm and began leading me towards the sea he just came out of. "The guys are getting impatient to meet you. They're starting to think that I was making you up this whole time. This'll show them..."
As he continued to grumble under his breath, I could feel myself pressed tightly against moving flesh while he continued to pull me tightly towards some destination I was yet to be informed of. I became aware of the various unfamiliar yet characteristic faces shouting and bargain with each other in a wild frenzy. I could hear the loud proclamations of the winning bets and large boasts about the competitors. As I felt myself suddenly springing out in front of the crowd, the beautiful flight of racing motorcycles greeted my sight.
"Hiten, this is the chic I was telling you about." I heard Manten introduce me proudly, as if I was some price he acquired.
I brought my attention to the immediate scene before me. Five men stood in front of the general mass, all dressed in identical leather jackets. I suddenly noticed a dark yellow thunder bolt embedded on each left breast, identifying a gang I was yet to hear of.
And by the looks of their conspicuous separation from the crowd, I had a sneaking suspicion that they were pretty influential on these streets.
"So this is the girl you were telling us about?" The first large bulky guy to my right smirked as his charcoal eyes traced me from top to bottom. "Doesn't look much of a racer."
"But quiet a looker!" The man in the middle added with a whistle. He winked at me suggestively as he put a hand through his slicked back short brown hair, showing off his large scar down the left side of his face. "How's about you and me gettin' outta here and heading for the warehouse?" I cocked an eyebrow in response.
"What's the matter? Too cheap to get laid?" I asked with a tone of amusement. "Or is it that prostitutes just simply won't service shit like you?" Chuckles germinated around the circle as the offender's face bloated up in anger.
"Why you bitch! I'll teach you you're place!" He made a wild frenzy to grab me, but with the agility that came natural after years of experience, I easily leaned to my right and grabbed his reaching arm firmly instead.
"Now, now." I disciplined with an easy grin. "We don't hit women remember?" Another wave of laughter erupted.
"She sure whipped you Mac!" Remarked the scrawny bald man beside him in good humor. "Feisty, isn't she? What's you're name girly?"
"Kagome" I answered with a smile as I let go of the arm. "I'm here to race."
"Racing is only for the big boys." Taunted the first bulky guy as he patted my head. I made a mental not to kick his ass in racing later. "It's too dangerous for little girls."
"I'll take my chances out there" I shrugged. "So what do you say? Hook me up with a bike and let's see how I do."
"She's phenomenal at it!" Manten came to my defense in eagerness. "You should see her!"
"I highly doubt that" the offender known as Mac remarked as his eyes took in my blue jeans and white sweater. I do admit that I looked as out of place as Kikyo did on my turf, but it did nothing to bring down my confident composure. I would just have to deal with what I'm wearing. Everything in Kikyo's closet was basically of this style.
"Yeah, I could probably snap her in two without even trying!" The bulky guy boasted quiet proudly. "She'll ruin a perfectly good bike in the race! Where does a little girl get the idea to come to US for-"
"Give it to her." Interrupted a husky voice. The five abruptly fell silent, giving the guy behind them their immediate attention. Wearing the same leather jacket and pure black writing gear that blended perfectly with his braided ponytail, he looked to be the ringleader commanding immediate respect. Sitting on a brilliant new model motorcycle with a wide calculative grin, he evaluated me carefully.
"But Hiten-"one of the guys began.
"I want to see if she is as capable as you suggested Manten." Remarked the leader, interrupting the protesting man. "Sean, give her Rebecca."
The scrawny bald man complied as he quickly left the group to retreat 'Rebecca.'
"So, Kagome, have you raced in the past?" Hiten asked with interest.
"A little" I shrugged nonchalantly. Although five years of experience may have pushed the boundaries of 'a little.'
"Well, you'll be up against the best in all England here." He informed with a grin. "Let's see how you fare in the amateur race. It should start in a few minutes."
"Alright" I agreed. Competing with amateurs would be a.... refreshing experience. It'll sure bring back some good times.
"Got it Hiten!" The bald man called as he came back with a red motorcycle from a reasonably new model collection.
"This is Rebecca." Hiten informed as the bike was brought forward. "Treat her well."
"I will" I nodded as I slung my leg over the seat and took a comfortable position. He looked impressed with my easy mount.
"Here" he called as he threw me his helmet. It looked magnificent with the pure black shine and superior form.
"Thanks." I replied with as I began driving towards the starting line. Looks like I'm just in time.
A group of about six racers lined the front, all ready for the upcoming challenge. With the utmost confidence, I took my position at the far left end as several more participants came to join. All were dressed for the event and pumped up for the challenge, making my own attire completely out of place. It's really unfortunate that the cocky grin on some of their faces will go in vain.
"Alright people!" Announced a stout red bearded man over a microphone. "The amateur race of the night is about to start! Any last minute bets should be made already. The returning champion Nate is amongst the competitors. Will he win again and walk away with the five hundred pounds prize?"
A loud cheer erupted from the general mass as the driver three down from me raised his hands in sure victory. Looks like he'll be my toughest competitor, although I must say he didn't seem like much of a challenge.
"But what's this?" The stout man looked at me with a gasp. "Is this new competitor wearing THE Throne?" Consenting murmurs germinated through the crowd, drowning out the previous cheers. All eyes began to focus on my head. I became deeply aware of the whispered questions around me.
"What's going on?"
"Why is an AMATEUR wearing the Throne?"
"Why is Hiten looking so smug when someone else is wearing the Throne?"
Upon the last comment, I abruptly turned to Hiten at the sidelines. He glanced back with a smug and amused grin as he exchanged a few words with the confused announcer. I raised an eyebrow in question. What the hell is he playing at?
"It seems that the new challenger has indeed been given permission by Hiten himself to wear the Throne! Is this a sign of promised talent? Only time will tell!"
I became distinctly aware of the crowd's growing speculation of me. I could feel their puzzlement at my unfit clothing and their questioning expectations of my performance. I reached up a hand to touch the shiny black helmet. Is this the Throne they're all talking about? I had a sneaking suspicion it was as all my fellow competitors kept sneaking suspicious glances in my direction, especially that Nate guy.
"Challengers on the mark!" All impending thoughts suddenly drifted out of my head. I felt the heated energy before a race take over my senses as I stepped on the gas pedal, raising the roaring engine to life. I keenly watched the stout man leave the road and a large breasted blonde taking his position at the center. Firmly, she raised her hands for the ready sign.
And without any delay they pulled down in front of her. The ten bikes in line all abruptly shot forward in one massive wave of roaring engine.
I welcomed the pure rush of adrenaline taking over my senses. I felt the air hitting the helmet shield and brushing through my untied hair, sending them whirling behind in a cascade of tangles. I could hear the wind whistling in my ear, blocking all sounds from the crowd and the music. Everything began to fade from sight. It was just me and the open road ahead.
No crowd. No competitors. No complications. Just me in a world where no time existed. No laws of gravity held me back. No obstacles stood in my way. But it was an illusion suspended in the folds of reality.
Soon I saw the white finish line rapidly approaching. I must've been close to completing the lap. I felt myself speed up, hungry to reach it faster, as if some sweet wonder waited at the end. I felt myself flying with the wind, as if wondrous wings have sprouted from my back. This is the drug I was truly addicted to. Speed.
And as suddenly as it started, I saw the line pass me in an abrupt shift underneath. Suddenly the moment was over as I felt myself automatically slow down. I became abruptly aware of the faces around me once more.
The astounded faces and gasps of silence.
I glanced behind me. The other competitors were still tiny specks in the road gradually growing closer. Uncomfortable murmurs began sifting through the crowd.
"And we have an astonishing winner!" The announced once again shouted, just coming out of the stupor himself. "The new competitor has certainly proved herself to be worthy of wearing the Throne! She has broken a new record for the amateur races! The others are still far behind her as I speak!"
Abruptly, the crowd erupted in wild cheers. I jolted up my seat at the sudden celebration. It was as if they finally decided that I was human and worthy of being greeted as the supreme victor.
"Is there anything the new competitor would like to say?" The stout man suddenly offered me the microphone.
"Thanks" I casually spoke as I swept my eyes through the audience. What more could I say? I expected an easy victory.
"Well there you have it people! We have certainly witnessed quiet a spectacular event tonight! I have a feeling that we're going to hear plenty more from this new rookie!"
Out of nowhere, a wad of money was shoved into my hands and several pats on my back followed before the crowd swamped around me in wonder. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up to be greeted by the proud face of Manten as he pulled me through the mass quickly.
"Well Kagome, I was certainly right! You raised the roof tonight!" He praised as he continued to drag me towards his group once again. "I knew you were good, but now you have shown me a good beyond words! You should've seen Hiten's face! He may have lent you the Throne, but even HE didn't expect you to be this good!"
As we approached the small group of men, the change of expression on the previous critical faces amazed me.
"Wow!" Breathed the bulky guy that had previously dismissed me as a trivial 'little girl'.
"Wow indeed." Hiten nodded with a grin. I took off my helmet with a smile and I passed it back.
"Thanks." I seemed to be thanking people a little too much tonight. Silence settled over the group as all watched me in wonder. I couldn't help but notice a spark of something in the dark green eyes as the leader regarded me with intensity.
"Told you she was amazing." Gloated Manten to the bulky guy, thus effectively breaking the silence. I smiled. There was just something about Manten that greatly humored me.
"Well, it's been fun hanging with you guys," I concluded as I glanced at my watch. 10:30PM. "But I have to run now."
"What's the rush?" Spoke Hiten lightly with a grin. "Come take a walk with me. There's still more races coming."
I looked at him a bit more hesitantly. Well, I guess a half an hour more wouldn't hurt.
"Why not." I finally shrugged as I took a second glance at my watch. Just as long I'm back before midnight, everything will be fine. His grin widened at my acceptance.
Gently placing a hand to my back, he lightly steered me away from the group and the general crowd. An amusing glint crept into his eyes as he regarded my comfortable posture albeit my unfit attire for the event.
"You delivered quiet a little surprise back there" he spoke, breaking the silence between us. The sidewalks were littered with wrappers, cigarette butts, and things I don't even want to know the name of. The orange light illuminated the deserted path in front of us.
"I try my best" I replied as I stepped over an empty vodka bottle. Its smell strongly stained the air. "Although I am a little curious as to why you gave me a helmet that was apparently such a huge jewel here."
"Ah yes, the Throne." Hiten chuckled. "I had a gut feeling that you'd bring a new sense of prestige to it."
"And this...gut feeling of yours, is it always so precise?" I asked with an amused edge to my tone.
"Well, it has gotten me ownership of the Throne." He answered conversationally. "And it is quiet the desirable prize in this city. The ultimate championship of a racer."
"Oh, so should I be going after it as well then?" I inquired with a grin. "Or do I need certain qualifications for it?"
"You definitely qualify." He nodded with a serious approval. "And I'm ready for the challenge. It has been rather boring these last couple years."
"Really?" I drawled.
"Indeed. Racers these days depend way too much on their engine rather than skill."
"And you know that it's a combination of both that makes a successful racer." I finished for him.
"Ah, the lady certainly knows her facts" he praised with a smile. "But I'm really curious as to how you and Manten met."
"Oh?" I looked at him. "How's so?"
"Well, someone like you most definitely won't even need to take a second look at my little brother. So this makes me wonder, are you using him to get to something?"
I paused for a minute. I could tell he was anticipating for a denial. The guy was perhaps a little too paranoid for his own good.
"And you want to know if I'm using him to get to you so that through you I may obtain the Throne?" I inquired pleasantly. He looked slightly surprised at my precise guess of his though process.
"Something like it." He murmured, regaining his balance.
"And why would I need Manten to get to you?"
"That is what I'm also curious about." Hiten regarded me with intensity as I heard the start of a new race behind us. The roaring of engines is a sound I shall never grow tired of.
Slowly in silence, I leaned towards him, our faces slowly inching closer. I could feel his breath soon brushing my cheek, becoming slightly shallower. His green eyes narrowing in distrust, and to his own reluctance, darkened with lust. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders.
"You know Hiten," I drawled in a whisper, never losing eye contact. I could tell he was trying to read my eyes, but I knew they revealed nothing but coy deception. "Perhaps some people may like your brother for who he is instead of who he knows."
I pulled back with a large beaming smile as he stared at me in frozen shock. "Well, see you later man." It was definitely time to leave. I walked back into the crowd that now enveloped my car, eager to get home and crawl into a warm soft bed.
"Hey Kagome!" I turned around to be greeted by the sight of Manten running towards me. Well, speak of the devil.
"Hey." I called back as I leaned against my car. He stopped in front of me, just short of breath.
"I-I was wondering if you'd like to get together this weekend or somethin'." I could tell he tried to look me in the eye and act smooth, but failed terribly as he dropped his gaze to the floor and continued to fidget. I chuckled in response. He reminded me a lot of Hojo right now.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Well....yeah...." he replied with uncertainty. "But I won't take it personal if you don't-"
"I'd love to." I quickly replied, cutting off his string of familiar explanations. "Call me tomorrow." And with those last words, I got into the red Toyota and started the engine.
Who knew that two brothers growing up under the same conditions could be so different. I glanced back one last time as I drove into the night.
I couldn't help but notice the tall figure of Hiten alone on the spot where I left him. He was staring at me with a new sense of longing that sent uneasy shivers up my spine.
*~*
I felt a smile creeping onto my lips as I cradled the receiver closer to my ear.
"So how's my woman doin' in a strange foreign land?" The sexy voice of Kouga teased in a lazy drawl. "Cause any trouble yet?"
I could hear the distant blast of music vibrating through the air. He must be in the club. I glanced at my alarm clock. 3:25 AM. It must be still around ten thirty there.
"Nothin' you'd expect" I replied mysteriously.
"Oh? Care to inform me?"
"Nope."
"Alright" he chuckled in response. "So then I'm guessing you're calling to find out if I'm cheating on you?"
"Don't flatter yourself" I chastened teasingly. Looks like things are still the same with him. "So tell me how fares there?"
"All well." I could tell he shrugged nonchalantly as he took a sip of something most likely containing heavy alcohol. "Just some petty details you shouldn't be bothered with."
"Like what?" I pressed. As the old saying went, God is in the details.
"Things that really shouldn't be mentioned over screened communication lines." He emphasized. I got his drift.
"Alright then." I guess I'll just take his word this time. "So nothing serious right?"
"Trust me, nothing serious." He assured with a sigh. "So how are you finding life there?"
"Definitely not what I expected."
"How's so?"
"Let's just say that I tangled myself in a heap of messes I never thought could possibly exist."
*~*
Friday morning passed in an exciting blur. I felt myself being trapped in the twilight zone as time rushed past me in a numb state of unawareness. But I was able to pick up the main gossip topic on campus as centering around the Montgomery banquet. The socialites whispered about everything from fashion to who's going to be there. Or more importantly, who was snubbed from an invitation.
I didn't notice a single glance or hostile move in my direction as Hojo tried his best to inform me as to how things went down in a formal event. Very soon, his voice merged with those of the boring teachers and the chattering student body to make one big migraine as I felt my eyelids constantly drooping. Maybe I shouldn't have talked to Kouga so late.
Suddenly, I collided into a hard body and stumbled backwards into the ground. The books held in my hand scattering across the hard marble ground around me.
"Oww...." I grumbled as I rubbed my hip. I became acutely aware of the surrounding silence. I looked up at the person possessing the hard body. Wild silver hair with golden eyes greeted my sight.
Oh, this was beginning to look awfully familiar. I braced myself for all hell to come reigning down upon me.
But the furious shouts never came. I looked up in puzzlement. A hand was extended towards me. The hell...?
"Come on" Inuyasha sighed in annoyance. I accepted with hesitation, placing my hand in his large palm. He willingly pulled me up.
I could hear Hojo quickly gathering my books, but before he could reach the last one in front of the young Winston, the silver haired boy bent down to pick it up.
"Here" he handed it to me. The crowd gasped.
"Eh, thanks...." I replied with uncertainty. What the hell was going on here? Has my victory over Amelia really had such a significant impact on him?
"Don't mention it" he replied. And with those last words he brushed past me, sending me into a cascade of confusion. And here I though that our pact of civilization with each other didn't extend out of the Calculus classroom.
As I just began to slightly comprehend my surroundings, I heard the dismissal bell ringing melodically in the air.
"What's going on?" I turned to Hojo. It was only eleven thirty. The crowd began to rapidly disperse, no doubt eager to spread the scene they have just witnessed in lucrative gossip.
"It's a half day." He informed as he regarded the retreating back of Inuyasha with equal puzzlement. "Remember I told you this morning?"
"Oh...yeah..."
"So should I tell my mother you'll be joining her and Alice for lunch?" He smiled, putting this highly confusing event past us. "She has been rather looking forward to fixing you up all night."
"Sure" I replied with a smile. After all, mother didn't get off work till much later.
"Great! Thank you very much for doing this Kagome."
"Don't mention it." I replied with a wink. "I'm rather looking forward to it myself."
*~*
And it truly wasn't so bad. Mrs. Ketchum, albeit being a little too chatty, was a pleasant person to talk to in general. Her suggested beauty tips were perhaps a little over the top, but I did find them mildly amusing. Alice was freakishly quiet at first, but I suppose she did open up to me a little more as the time passed. After all, Mrs. Ketchum did call it our girls day out, so I suppose bonding was bound to be involved.
"So the girls at the country club tell me that bright colors is the way to go this season." Mrs. Ketchum went on as she flipped through a magazine while the hairstylist was busy with her thick copper locks. "But I still think that Alice would look much better in black. It's the slimmest color that could never go wrong."
"I think black would look wonderful on Alice" I agreed as I shifted uncomfortably in my own seat. I just wasn't used to strangers handling my hair.
"Oh relax dear" Mrs. Ketchum advised. "Really Kikyo, you work way too hard. Treat yourself to some of the better things in life."
"Umm...I guess I'm just... sort of new to this entire beauty enhancement thing." Looking attractive was just not something I emphasized so much.
"Well, you may get by great now, but once thirty hits, you're going to wish that you had started with face cream much earlier." Mrs. Ketchum frowned. "I know that I've listened to my mother's advice and have thanked myself ever since."
"I'll try Mrs. Ketchum." I replied patiently. The woman was perhaps a bit too self-righteous at times. "So Alice, any special guy you wish to impress at the dance?"
"No" she quickly replied. I could see a blush rapidly spreading on her cheeks as she tried her best to look nonchalant.
"Really...?" I pushed.
"Oh, Alice has had her sights set on –"
"Nothing mother." She quickly interrupted. Mrs. Ketchum glanced at her pleading face. I see the girl is still rather shy for this kind of stuff.
"Oh never mind." Mrs. Ketchum sighed. "So Kikyo, we must really find you a dress to match your pretty brown eyes. I think you'll look great in black as well...."
*~*
"So I'll see you later mom." I concluded my conversation before pressing the end button on the little cell before handing it back to its owner.
"Thanks" I smiled.
"Not a problem Kikyo" Mr. Ketchum replied as he leaned back against the black leather seat in his personally tailored Kelvin Klein tuxedo. I sighed in contempt as I leaned back against my own plush seat opposite him. First time in a limo, and must say, it ain't bad at all.
"Oh this is so exciting!" Mrs. Ketchum squealed for the uptenth time, causing a pleasant chuckle from her husband. "To think, all the big names in upper society are going to be there under one roof! This will definitely be the talk of the town for quiet some time!" The woman was a sight to behold in her modest red dress reaching her ankles and spaghetti straps running low across her back. I particularly liked the way she put her hair in a tight bun with falling strands framing her face. She made it look so natural along with her light use of make-up and jewelry.
I glanced at Hojo from the side of my vision. His tense posture and shifting gaze projected the very image of nervousness. I couldn't help but notice his hands constantly moving to the cuffs of his new tuxedo.
"Oh stop fidgeting Hojo and relax" I laughed, startling him into a small jump. He looked up at me with a nervous smile.
"I will" he managed to murmur weakly.
"Kikyo is right Hojo" agreed Mrs. Ketchum with a frown. "It is not appropriate for a proper young man to fidget so much. Just try to be more like the well-brought up young men at the function, like...Inuyasha Winston." I tried to suppress my chuckles. Oh, if she only knew the half of it.
I glanced at Alice sitting opposite me. Much like her brother, she was the epitome of nervousness with the way she chewed her bottom lip and kept twirling her thumbs. As per Mrs. Ketchum's request, the girl sported a sleek black V-neck dress reaching her knees. A nice set of pearls were set around her neck with matching earrings. Her face adorned a bit overdone make-up, but her hair was set in a pleasant half ponytail much suiting her personality. I sent a smile of encouragement at the girl. Really, all she needed was a bit more confidence.
At last, I felt the smooth wheels of the black limousine gradually halting. I could see moving figures through the tilted window and the muffled sounds of chatter.
"Oh here we go..." Mrs. Ketchum took a deep breath. "Straighten out your hair Alice dear. Compose yourself Hojo. John, promise you won't abandon me in there?"
"Of course dear" Mr. Ketchum assured with a kind look towards his wife. A moment of appreciative silence settled between the couple, greatly projecting their eternal devotion to each other.
But just as soon as the moment began, it ended with the opening of the limo door as the driver stood obediently at the side to escort the passengers out in class. I caught the sound of classical music playing in the background mingled with the gay chatter of the elite.
Mr. Ketchum was first to climb out in his sleek black shoes. Upon taking a survey of his surrounding, he immediately extended his hand for Mrs. Ketchum. She accepted the hand graciously with a light blush and stepped out of the limousine in her red high heels to mach her dress. I could feel her eyes light up at the ultimate social scene she lived for. Hojo soon followed along with Alice, both still nervous in their gestures. At last, I joined the family as I stepped out into the luminous night with the black pumps that I only wore upon much persuasion from the older woman.
And it was quiet a sight to behold.
There stood a brilliantly designed castle in all its glory. It was a perfect blend of ancient structure with modern design. The large glass paneled windows draped with heavy velvet curtains, the gray castle walls surrounded by a beautiful lush green garden doted with flowers, and the large double glass doors in front of us were just some of the things that impressed me to no end.
"Wow" I heard myself sigh as my eyes scanned the magnificent sight before me. The night sky reflected some of the mass of light projected from underneath while the rest blended with the bright stars. It was truly a ball from the modern day fairy tales as all guests came in expensive limousines and well prepared outfits. Waiters in matching red uniforms were ready to wait upon each arrival. Now I know why the taxi driver associated such extravagant balls with England. It was truly a memory one stores for years to come.
"Wow indeed dear" Mrs. Ketchum answered with a smile. "This is, after all, Hotel Alivore, one of the best hotels in the country. The Montgomerys never spear any expenses."
"Shall we dear?" Mr. Ketchum offered his wife his arm. She immediately took hold and the couple led the way down the red carpet. Hojo was quick to mimic his father and I gladly excepted his arm. However, upon noticing Alice beside me glance around with uncertainty as to what she should do, a deep sense of sympathy swept through me.
I felt myself let go of Hojo's arm. He immediately looked at me in question. I shifted my gaze to Alice to inform him of her seclusion. He nodded as I stepped beside Alice with a bright smile.
"Hey, mind if I walk beside you?" I asked softly. She nodded weakly, relief washing over her at not being alone. Soon we reached the double doors as a waiter opened them with a welcoming smile upon receiving the tickets from Mr. Ketchum. I nodded in appreciation when walking past him into the ballroom.
I felt the breath leave my lungs. The inside was just as large and magnificent as the outside. A grand sparkling chandelier hung on the high ceiling, shining light upon the brilliantly designed tables and an open dance floor. A live orchestra playing classical music occupied the far right of the room and massive windows and beautiful decorations lined the walls. Couples moved with the utmost grace, bringing a new meaning to sophistication as they glided across the dance floor. Without apprehension, I felt Hojo pulling me along towards our table to be seated.
Only when I felt myself being gently pushed into a chair did I finally regain consciousness of the people in front of me. I looked down upon the beautiful delicate plates and silver utensils lining the table. There were so many of them. I had a feeling that each spoon and fork was used for a different course. Now, I really wish listened more carefully to Hojo when he was explaining this morning.
"Your drinks will be here in a moment sir" the waiter informed as he left the table, leaving several menus.
"Amazing, isn't it Kikyo?" Mr. Ketchum asked in good humor while picking up one of the leather bound menus.
"Yeah.....definitely..." I breathed as I continued to glance at the dance floor with the gliding couples. I only ever saw something like this in movies. I wished we had a better table towards the front of the floor.
"Would you care to dance?" Hojo suddenly asked. Abruptly, I came out of my haze and looked him in the eye. A warm smile was displayed on his face, although some of his previous nervousness was still evident.
"Uh...." I noticed the family watching me in encouragement.
"Oh go on Kikyo. Have some fun" Mrs. Ketchum pushed. I accepted Hojo's hand with uncertainty and he began to lead me towards the dance floor.
"I hope you know that I don't know how to dance" I whispered to him urgently as the previously inviting cherry wood floor drew closer. He laughed in good humor.
"Don't worry Kagome, just follow my league." As we stepped onto the floor, the orchestra ended their previous song. A new faster composition began to fill the air. Panic began to show on my features. I didn't even how to dance to slow songs, how in the hell did they expect me to keep up with such a fast tune?
"Hojo..." I began with uncertainty as he took my right hand and placed his left on my waist.
"Just relax" he spoke softly, and I complied. For someone who was so shy, he sure was an extremely good dancer. We started slow as he allowed me time to catch up to his footsteps. Soon, I felt our speed pick up as my mind was finally processing the movements. As I felt the music wash over me and my muscles relax, I soon realized we were gliding gracefully with all the other couples. I finally let my breath go, my body becoming completely at ease.
"Thanks." I smiled in true appreciation. He nodded.
"You look beautiful." He commented out of the blue. I felt myself blush wearing the black spaghetti strapped dress that flowed around my ankles. It was nothing fancy, just simple and sophisticated, thus drawing my selection. My hair cascaded down my back in a fluid motion, making my borrowed sparkling diamond necklace and earrings very visible amongst the mass of black.
"Thank you." I whispered weekly. He smiled down at me in warmth, his eyes distant, as if he was thinking of someone else in comparison. He may deny all he wants, but the fact remained that he had a huge crush on Kikyo. I felt a mischievous grin creeping onto my glossed lips. I should really set them up.
"May I cut in?" a smooth velvet voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, bringing me out of my contemplation. Both of us looked up at a tall dominating figure.
Black hair cascaded down his back from a very aristocratically handsome face. Dark piercing brown eyes regarded Hojo in an amused challenge as he extended his hand to me. I could feel Hojo gulp.
"Of-of course" he replied quickly as he immediately let go of my hand and retreated his other from my waist. I looked at him in puzzlement as he quickly walked away. I raised an eyebrow in question at his hasty retreat. Was he really this meek and shy around others?
With a smile, I glanced up at the remaining man in front of me and graciously accepted his hand. It was warm as he closed his large fingers around my more slender ones. He was half a head taller than me. Somehow his calm and confident composure reminded me strongly of a certain Winston brother.
His other hand gently found its place on my waist as I placed my left hand on his shoulder, feeling the rich fabric of his tuxedo. No doubt some expensive brand name. A classic slow composition replaced the old one as he began to lead me in his graceful movements.
"Hi" I greeted with warmth. I suppose I should at least find out whom I'm dancing with.
"Hey beautiful" he replied, not the slight bit unsure about his movements or words. I was slightly knocked off balance with his bluntness.
"Umm...thanks?" I replied with a cocked eyebrow in question. He chuckled in his deep voice. I couldn't help but notice his beautiful lips set in a grin.
"I don't give praises lightly. There are very few women whom I consider truly beautiful."
"Then I'm truly touched. "I replied with a grin of my own. I became aware of the stares as we glided easily through the other couples, making ourselves more than conspicuous with our fluid movements. Very soon, whispers followed in our steps.
"Makes you uncomfortable?"
"What?" I looked.
"Being watched." He indicated with the shift of his gaze to our rapidly growing audience. I didn't notice until now how close we were. I could smell his musky masculine scent. It was a pleasant smell of woods. He continued to draw me closer.
"Yeah." I nodded in truth, trying to pull back. But he wouldn't let me. "Very uncomfortable."
"You'll get used to it." He replied before twirling me in his arms. "My sister has mentioned you."
"Who's your sister?" I asked. I can't think of any girl amongst the socialites that would mention me in a positive way.
"Sango. She was quiet impressed with the way you handled Amelia Caldwell." Suddenly, I noticed the mentioned beauty from the side of my vision grinning in pleasure as she regarded us. Wearing a striking violet gown with her creamy skin, she looked to be the very epitome of female perfection. I could sense her sharp chocolate brown orbs following our every movement. Girls from high social circles flocked her side, wearing extravagant dresses and jewelry, but paling in comparison to her.
"I was glad she intervened." I replied with sincerity.
"Oh, I'm sure you could've handled yourself quite well even without her interference." he remarked with seriousness as he regarded me.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence" I laughed as I looked him in the eye. He stared back with an unyielding intensity. "So may I ask as to whom I have the pleasure of dancing with?"
"Naraku" a third ice smooth voice suddenly interrupted. It sounded awfully familiar. I looked at the intruder. Oh god....
There stood Sesshoumaru Winston in all his magnificence. Wearing a black tuxedo in such contrast to his silver white hair, he looked breathtaking. His molten gold eyes regarded us cooly. I could feel the muscles on my partner shoulder tense, but he kept his cool aloof composure without effort. So Naraku Montgomery was his name.
"Why good evening Sesshoumaru." The two were sizing each other up as they regarded one another in the tense air. I felt a long history of rivalry between the two surfacing. It was as if the two shared an unknown communication link through their hostile gazes. "How may I help you?"
I could feel Naraku's hand around my waist tighten more possessively as he drew me even closer.
I regarded Sesshoumaru in puzzlement. Suddenly our eyes locked. For the second time, I felt the intensity of his orbs burning my gaze. And I felt a hint of fury present in them.
"Kikyo is coming with me."