Corporeal Expression
Chapter Three: New Teacher
The sound of a staff member's footsteps rang in the hallway like a bolting race horse seconds before the door exploded, letting a medium sized man through. "Help me out, guys! The fans are flooding the merchandise booth wanting to know what song that was!" All of the band members froze. "Which one?" Kouga asked. "The one that girl wrote the lyrics for!" Inu Yasha smirked. "Heh. That's what I'm talking about.
Kagome sat at her desk which was piled high with Devilish fan merchandise and magazines. A piece of paper sat in front of her and she tapped the tip of her pencil against the paper. So far it said, "Title, Tasting Voices." "Your voice enters me through parted lips..." Kagome muttered, trying the phrase out, rolling it over her lips. She sighed. "...No..." The girl crumpled up the paper and pitched it into the trash bin. 'Why am I even bothering...?'
She scooped up the magazine admiring a devastatingly sexy picture of Inu Yasha. 'I can't believe we were just this close...' Kagome whimpered and put the magazine down. "Maybe it was a dream?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sango appeared over her shoulder. "Since when are you a Devilish fan?" "Since the other day," the girl muttered. "Who's your favorite? I like Miroku, the guitarist!" Sango said as she slipped into the desk in front of Kagome. "I like...the singer." Her whole persona changed as she switched gears. "He's got black hair and a very Japanese face but... he wears golden contacts." "What are you talking about, Kagome?" Kagome arched a brow and pointed to a picture of Inu Yasha. "His eyes...?" "Those aren't contacts." Sango laughed at her clueless friend. "Really?" The younger girl blinked and leaned forward in her seat. "Is he demon?" "According to the rumors, he's half, but nobody knows for sure." Sango started doing her trademark finger waggle. "Being mysterious is part of his charm." Kagome seemed to go off into a daze as she hugged the magazine close to her chest. 'I want to know everything about him. A magazine article isn't enough!' She looked down to the various music videos she had collected of theirs as well. 'I want to occupy my entire field of vision, I want to eat and breathe and swallow him up... Watching his videos isn't the same as feeling his breath on my skin...' Sango blinked as she stared at her friend's blank gaze that held out for the rest of the class.
'Being in love with a star in the heavens is tougher than I thought,' Kagome sighed as she walked along the sidewalk, thinking in silence. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, but as she turned to look, a cloth was pressed against her mouth, held in place by a firm hand. Kagome's stifled scream didn't even make it past the first layer of fabric as she was drug along. The hand slipped a bit and she was able to speak. "No!" she gasped. "What are you do..." A car door was opened and she was shoved inside. "EEP!!!" "Drive, Myouga." Kagome blinked and looked up as the car started moving. 'That voice...' Her thought process and heart both halted when her eyes met the boy's smirking profile. He turned his chilling golden gaze on her. "Are you prepared to pay the price for running out on me, Kagome?" A dark blush spread across the girl's face as a load of images flooded her mind. 'It's Inu Yasha!' she thought, stunned. "W-what are you doing here!?" Kagome asked, stuttering. Inu Yasha smirked. "I'm here to take you..." 'Take me!?' Kagome just stared at him, slack jawed.
The sound of scotch being poured into a glass met Kagome's ears, accompanying Inu Yasha's deep voice. "I take what I want, Kagome. And I want you as our lyricist." The girl blinked, dumbfounded. "You weren't serious about that...?" she blushed slightly, "were you...?" Inu Yasha smirked and tinkled the ice in his glass. "There's always a catch, little bird. The catch is, I want you to write me sensual lyrics. Corporeal expressions. Erotic..." 'Erotic!?' she thought frantically. "I...I can't. I'm just a kid. I'm sorry, I can't do it—"she started, stuttering terribly. 'Because, because I... I've never been with a man!' Her thoughts whirling about in her head stopped abruptly when Inu Yasha started unsnapping his shirt. "That's okay...We'll have a lesson..." he said, slipping the shirt off of his shoulders. "I'll be your teacher." A blush dappled Kagome's cheeks. 'What does that mean?'
The sound of a staff member's footsteps rang in the hallway like a bolting race horse seconds before the door exploded, letting a medium sized man through. "Help me out, guys! The fans are flooding the merchandise booth wanting to know what song that was!" All of the band members froze. "Which one?" Kouga asked. "The one that girl wrote the lyrics for!" Inu Yasha smirked. "Heh. That's what I'm talking about.
Kagome sat at her desk which was piled high with Devilish fan merchandise and magazines. A piece of paper sat in front of her and she tapped the tip of her pencil against the paper. So far it said, "Title, Tasting Voices." "Your voice enters me through parted lips..." Kagome muttered, trying the phrase out, rolling it over her lips. She sighed. "...No..." The girl crumpled up the paper and pitched it into the trash bin. 'Why am I even bothering...?'
She scooped up the magazine admiring a devastatingly sexy picture of Inu Yasha. 'I can't believe we were just this close...' Kagome whimpered and put the magazine down. "Maybe it was a dream?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sango appeared over her shoulder. "Since when are you a Devilish fan?" "Since the other day," the girl muttered. "Who's your favorite? I like Miroku, the guitarist!" Sango said as she slipped into the desk in front of Kagome. "I like...the singer." Her whole persona changed as she switched gears. "He's got black hair and a very Japanese face but... he wears golden contacts." "What are you talking about, Kagome?" Kagome arched a brow and pointed to a picture of Inu Yasha. "His eyes...?" "Those aren't contacts." Sango laughed at her clueless friend. "Really?" The younger girl blinked and leaned forward in her seat. "Is he demon?" "According to the rumors, he's half, but nobody knows for sure." Sango started doing her trademark finger waggle. "Being mysterious is part of his charm." Kagome seemed to go off into a daze as she hugged the magazine close to her chest. 'I want to know everything about him. A magazine article isn't enough!' She looked down to the various music videos she had collected of theirs as well. 'I want to occupy my entire field of vision, I want to eat and breathe and swallow him up... Watching his videos isn't the same as feeling his breath on my skin...' Sango blinked as she stared at her friend's blank gaze that held out for the rest of the class.
'Being in love with a star in the heavens is tougher than I thought,' Kagome sighed as she walked along the sidewalk, thinking in silence. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, but as she turned to look, a cloth was pressed against her mouth, held in place by a firm hand. Kagome's stifled scream didn't even make it past the first layer of fabric as she was drug along. The hand slipped a bit and she was able to speak. "No!" she gasped. "What are you do..." A car door was opened and she was shoved inside. "EEP!!!" "Drive, Myouga." Kagome blinked and looked up as the car started moving. 'That voice...' Her thought process and heart both halted when her eyes met the boy's smirking profile. He turned his chilling golden gaze on her. "Are you prepared to pay the price for running out on me, Kagome?" A dark blush spread across the girl's face as a load of images flooded her mind. 'It's Inu Yasha!' she thought, stunned. "W-what are you doing here!?" Kagome asked, stuttering. Inu Yasha smirked. "I'm here to take you..." 'Take me!?' Kagome just stared at him, slack jawed.
The sound of scotch being poured into a glass met Kagome's ears, accompanying Inu Yasha's deep voice. "I take what I want, Kagome. And I want you as our lyricist." The girl blinked, dumbfounded. "You weren't serious about that...?" she blushed slightly, "were you...?" Inu Yasha smirked and tinkled the ice in his glass. "There's always a catch, little bird. The catch is, I want you to write me sensual lyrics. Corporeal expressions. Erotic..." 'Erotic!?' she thought frantically. "I...I can't. I'm just a kid. I'm sorry, I can't do it—"she started, stuttering terribly. 'Because, because I... I've never been with a man!' Her thoughts whirling about in her head stopped abruptly when Inu Yasha started unsnapping his shirt. "That's okay...We'll have a lesson..." he said, slipping the shirt off of his shoulders. "I'll be your teacher." A blush dappled Kagome's cheeks. 'What does that mean?'