Never been Kissed

by Kirara

Here it goes: Kagome and her family have moved to Tokyo for Kagome. She is trying to escape her past but the past just won't go away. An accident in her family complicates her life even more. Her wish? living a normal life. RR! .

6. WhooHoo, Insanity!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.

Wow….it's been, what, a year? Please leave a review for me of what you think of my writing. I started writing this chapter nearly right after I finished the last but then wrote the ending recently, so it's kind of a different style. I hope you all like it, if you don't, let me know what I can do to appeal to everybody.

Chapter 6

Woo-Hoo, Insanity!

I followed the path because I had to…something told me a surprise would await me at the end… I heard cheering and the crackling of a flame so I ran harder. Then there was Inuyasha and Sango waiting for me at the end.
'This is what you've always wanted, right, Kagome?' Inuyasha asked me.
I looked past him and he faded away, leaving my view clear. Naraku's head was impaled upon a spike and there were flames crackling at the base of the spike. I started to laugh insanely at the head and then—

"KAGOME!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

"PHONES FOR YOU!!"

"HE'S DEEEEEEEEAAAAAAADDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NYAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!"

I looked around at the foggy colours of my still-hazy room and realized that I was no longer laughing at the spiked head.

Souta looked at me funny.

"DAMN! It was just a dream…" I muttered, as he left. I fell back in to that 'just woke up on a Saturday morning' faze.

Just how I always wanted to wake up. With your little brother screaming in your ear that the phone was for you.

I glanced at my clock. 9:00

This phone call had better be good. It's Saturday, for heaven's sake. Only morons get up this early on Saturday (what do you think that tells you about my brother?).

"Hullo?"

"Kagome!! Hey, I hope I didn't wake you up!"

Sango is a moron.

"nyea…u did….." I replied groggily. My room was finally coming into focus.

"Oh well—"

"Oh well? Whaddya mean 'oh well'??" I slurred. "It's only 9!!"

"Kagome…it's already 9…I was wondering if you wanted to get together with me."

"Oh! Ok…what do ya wanna do?"

"I was hoping to do some shopping and such."

"Oh, ok. Cool."

"Can I pick you up at 10? Or is that…too early?"

I caught the teasing in her voice. Hah. I'll show her too early…

"Of course not! I'll be ready!!"

"Oh, and I want to show you my new camera! I'll bring it!"

"Mmkay, cool."

"Bye, then!"

"Bye…" I hung up.

I placed the phone on my night table and then lay back into bed again.

I love my bed. It's just an extra long twin bed, but it is so comfortable. My bed is what makes sleeping worthwhile and if I die at an early age (for whatever reason) I hope I die in my sleep, in this bed.

And then I realized that I only had an hour to apply my makeup, eat breakfast, get dressed, shower, and be perfectly ready to be out the door (Obviously not in that order). I leapt up like a leaping thingamagigit, and ran into the bathroom to run the water for my shower.

I am not a quick person in the shower. The water sprinkled down my body and I turned on the shower CD player that was hanging on the showerhead. I have fallen in love with the song 'More to life' by Stacie Orrico, so that was the CD in the player already and I just blasted the song and sang along at the top of my lungs. After all, last night people were telling me how great my voice was so what was wrong with showing off?

The door banged open.
"Gramps says to kill the dieing cat." Souta innocently told me.
"Tell Grandpa that he has no appreciation for modern pop music." I replied curtly and turned up the music even more.
"Sure thing, sis. Just don't yell at me when you're grounded."
"Oh come on. I sound good, don't I?" I asked from behind the shower curtain.
"Yea, a little."
"Get out of here."
The door closed after him and I resumed my singing.

Inuyasha said I sounded good.

Now where did that come from?

I scrubbed my Herbal Essences shampoo in to my hair and inhaled the scent. I love the smell.

'There's gotta be more to life…'
"THAN CHASING DOWN EVERY TEMPORARY HIGH!!" I screamed, hopefully in tune.
'To satisfy me…Cause the more that I'm—'
"TRIPPING UP THINKING THERE MUST BE MORE TO LIFE, WELL IT'S LIFE, BUT I'M SUUUUUUUUURE THERE'S GOTTA BE MOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!"
'Than wanting more'

The door banged open again. Geeze! Can't a family let a girl shower?? It's one of the most important parts of a beauty routine!!

"KAGOME!! SHUT THAT # THING OFF!!!"
Wow…I didn't know that grandpa knew that word.
"WHY??"
"CAUSE IT'S MAKING A BLOODY RACKET AND GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAF!!!"

"I'LL PRETEND I DIDN'T HEAR THAT! TURN IT DOWN!!!"
I turned down the music a bit. "Better?"
"I suppose it'll have to." He huffed. "Teenagers…"
I still sang at the top of my lungs as I washed out the shampoo and the water ran down my face.

I shook out my hair while the water continued to wash down it and I felt my sopping wet hair swoosh around and slap me on the back. After clicking the back button again to hear the song over again, I rang out the water in my hair so that it was damp, and I applied my conditioner.

He really said I sounded good. Inuyasha…

And he smiled at me!

Shut up, self.

I rubbed cucumber-melon soap all over me and then stood under the showerhead again. After getting out, I glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:30. Wow, I took a longer shower than usual. It was refreshing and regenerating though. And I had fun. Dressing myself in low-rise jeans and a baby-tee, I ran downstairs and shoveled some toast into my mouth.

"What are you doing up so early?" my mother raised her eyebrows at the time.

Ha-de-ha-de-ha, how witty.

"Going out with Sango. I think we're going to the mall, and she wanted to show me her new camera."
"When's she picking you up?"
"10. And can I have some money?" I pleaded.
My mother sighed, "How much do you want and we'll see if we can compromise."
"Well, I'll want a new shirt or two, and possibly if I'm lucky I'll find a pair of jeans, and then I'll need a decent lip-gloss, so…30?"
My mother's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "30?? 30?? I'm not made of money, Kagome. Here, I'll give you a 20." She shoved the bill into my hands.
What an old miser.

"Thanks mom!" I replied cheerfully, knowing that if I had of just asked for a 20, she would have given me a 10 or 15.  

I raced back up to my room realizing that I may have gotten 30 if I had of asked for a 50…

Applying minimal make-up, cause I think I look good with just a touch a mascara and a hint of lip-gloss, I was soon at the front door waiting for my friend.

When the bell rang, I jumped up and opened the door, revealing Sango in denim flares with a tank top on and a denim jean jacket over top. She wore her hair pulled back into the usual high ponytail, with a visor on.
"Let's go!" she exclaimed.

In the car, she got out her camera and showed it to me.
"It's not digital, but it's snazzy and my own." She grinned. "I'm obsessed with taking pictures now so…smile!!"
She aimed the camera at my face and didn't even wait for my smile.

click!

"Sango!! That wasn't a smile! Geeze, I probably look like I just saw Inuyasha propose to Koga…" I muttered
"That's what's gonna make the picture so hilarious! Heh. Blackmail opportunity."
"haha." I replied sarcastically and shoved her into her door.
"Oh fine. Smile!"
I flashed her my best smile and she took the picture.

"I hope we see people we know!" she bounced up and down. 
"For their sake, I hope we don't."
"Girls?" Mrs. Kashiyama called from the drivers' seat. "I need to stop at the grocery store and it would be really helpful if you girls could just rush in and grab milk and eggs while I pick up bread and a few other things."
We looked at each other with half expressions.
"I'll give you girls a few more bucks for helping…" she bribed.
I nodded at Sango.
"Sure mom!" she agreed for us.
"Great."

Mrs. Kashiyama parked the car and the three of us strode into the grocery store. She grabbed a cart and Sango and I grabbed one, too. I know it seems ridiculous that we would get a cart if we're just getting eggs and milk, but eggs and milk are cold items and we don't like just having to hold onto them.
But first things first. What do you do when you go to a grocery store with a bakery? You go and see if there are samples!! So, we wandered over to the sweets counter to find out what the baker had left out for us to devour today. Apple pie samples! …teeny tiny apple pie samples. …with an evil old lady standing guard behind them. She was one of those falsely sweet ladies who could be your next door neighbour who spied on everything to make sure it was proper, or the witch who lived in the haunted house down the road that no body came to see because rumor had it that the last kid who had ventured there was never seen again. How a lady of that type was employed, I have no clue. Probably threatened the manager or something creepy.
Anyways, she looked like she would barbeque our heads if we took more than one each, so we hid behind one of the isles and devised a plan.

"Ok, Sango. I'll distract her by asking about the fall of Rome, or something like that from her time period, while you just load up this shopping basket."

"Aww, how come you get to do the fun part?" She pouted

"Fine, what do you want to do?"
"You engage her about the outrageous price of potatoes and then I'll join in and take it from there, while you finish loading."

"The price of potatoes?"

"Sure, isn't that what all old ladies like talking about?"
"Well, my gran always seemed to bring up how tacos give her the runs, or something nasty like that…"
"Bring up something that will interest her.

"Deal."

I strode out there, looking like a flashy teen, and flounced up to the counter.

"Good morning, miss, how can I help you?" the lady flashed me a false smile. It's not just false because she doesn't like me already; it's false because her teeth are.

"Oh, you know, nothing much, I'm just figuring out which dessert I should purchase for my mother. It's her birthday tomorrow." I lied.

"I see. Take your time."

"Actually, I'm just wondering if you've ever tried these cakes? I mean, I don't want anything too fattening, or gross, because some cakes have that disgusting icing with too much cream cheese in them."

Sango had now approached with the basket.

"Well, dear, I'd advise our carrot cake, because it is low-fat and the icing is actually very good."
Sounded good, but I had to keep her going, because she was still oblivious to Sango filling her basket, rapid fire.
"Urm…that sounds perfect, except…she…she doesn't like carrot cake!"

"Oh, she doesn't? That's too bad."

"I'm also looking for something low-budget."

"Why's that, dear?"
That's not her business! Geeze! My family could be living in the streets, for all she knows and I'm trying to something for my mom cause I scrapped enough money together!! Would a person really want to tell her that??? NO!! Not unless they were idiotic enough to think she'd be sympathetic.

Of course, I'm wearing expensive clothing…
"Um…because you see, my family was just robbed." I stuttered. That sounded believable. "We had this huge safe that my parents kept all of their money and valuables in and it was broken open one night and everything was gone!" I tried to look tearful.
Sango passed the basked to me behind us and she picked up the conversation. "Oh isn't that terrible? Surely you saw it on the news!"
The old witch looked at her and shook her head. "Television! Hah! Teenagers…all they do is sit around and watch television!"
"Then why do you think we're standing right in front of you?" Sango demanded with her question laced with frost, her eyes narrowing.
"Oh I suppose that you're parents finally kicked you off the television and told you to do something useful. Mind you I'm surprised that you're actually listening to them. In my day, my father had a cane and he would beat me if I did something I was told not to do. But no," she curled her lip…or what she had left of lips… "I'm sure that you're daddy's little girl, aren't you?"
Sango glared evenly. "My father's dead."
"Oh, sorry." She said, and turned away to do something at the back counter.
"Yea, I'll bet you are, what with your dad dead in his grave too." Sango hissed.
The old lady looked absolutely appauled, turning back to her. "Young lady, don't you talk to me in that manner!! In my day, you would have been arrested for being so rude!!"
"Yes, and in your day we should have been married off already and having 30 kids, but you know what? This is today. Not yesterday."
"I cannot believe how much kids have changed…disrespectful…"
"…said the witch who insulted my father." Sango spat back.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that someone was watching our little dispute. I looked up. Inuyasha.
Now why was he here?
'Shopping, you idiot! This is a grocery store!!' I reminded my self.
He had his eyebrow raised in amusement at our antics and I quirked him a grin. He shrugged and left. Meh. Whatever.
But Sango and I had collected all of the samples, so I figured that I should split up the fight.
"Come on, Sango," I interrupted as she was about to insult the old ladies dead cat, "She's not worth our time."
Sango protested but I managed to drag her away.
We giggled as we crouched behind an isle and ate at the apple pie.
"Geeze! What an old grouch!" I whispered.
"Tell me about it. She should learn how to be polite."
"Hah, we should tell on her to her manager…"
We cackled evily.
"Hey Sango…did your father really die?" I asked softly.

"What? Oh, no. He divorced my mother years ago. I don't miss him much." Her voice trailed off a little.
"Oh." I sounded a tiny bit disappointed. I was actually wishing that I had someone to talk to who lost the same person. In the same way.
I whacked myself mentally. That sounded really selfish and I should be happy for Sango.
Suddenly a shadow stood over us. "Now what are you two up to?"
For a moment I thought the evil, old, decrepit lady from behind the counter had followed us with a whip, but then looked up into the disapproving face of Mrs. Kashiyama. Wow. I just realized that she still goes by Mrs. Instead of Ms. A bit odd if she's divorced, I think, but no matter. Her choice.
"We were…" Sango stuttered.
"Yes??"
"urm…"
"Would you like some apple pie, Mrs. Kashiyama?" I feebly asked.
Her face melted. "Apple? Oh of course!! Did you know that it's my absolute favourite?" she eagerly took two from Sango's half. "I still don't understand why you're having an apple pie picnic in the middle of the frozen foods isle in the super market…"
"We were hungry?" Sango tried.
"And the old—lovely woman," I caught myself, "behind the counter was going to chop us up and hide us under the floorboards if we took more than one, so we took advantage of our situation."
"Very well. I'll let you get away with it if you share with me."
"Ok!" we agreed, not wanting to face the woman again.

"wait…where are the milk and eggs?" she asked us first.
"We haven't gotten those yet…?"
Mrs. Kashiyama looked at her daughter with out the hint of amusement in her face.
"ehhehehe…..heh?"
"That's it, the rest of the apple pie is for me and you're going to get what I originally asked you for."
We protested…whined…begged…and complained…but then Mrs. Kashiyama threatened to not give us the bribe of a few extra bucks for our troubles so we scampered off.
"Ok. The diary products are at the end of the store. Wanna go the quick way?" Sango eagerly asked me.
"The quick way?" I replied hesitantly.
"Yup! Hop in!!" she pointed to the shopping cart.
Sango worries me. But I do trust her. What the heck, right?

Wrong.

I hopped in and she started running. Very fast.
And don't you just love my luck? Guess what? SHE TRIPPED!!
So picture me in a shopping cart, whizzing down the back of a large grocery store, flailing my arms around in attempt to slow myself down and screaming for someone to help me before I flew out of the cart when I finally collided with the fruit stands up ahead.

But I didn't collide with the fruit stands up ahead, because some suicidal shopper walked out right in front of me (actually they weren't suicidal, they just didn't see me). That specific shopper happened to be Inuyasha.
Typical.
He stepped out, I screamed, he turned and looked at me like a deer in the headlights, and yelled back. I smashed into him (picture his eyes bulging) and practically ran over him. The only thing that stopped me from squishing him into the tiled floor was his hands shot up and jerked the cart to a stop.

There was a pause as our lives slowly stopped flashing before our eyes and then Sango staggered up and pulled the cart of off Inuyasha.
He used the cart to drag himself to his feet and then looked at us like we were mad. At least I had the satisfaction knowing that only Sango was mad, and not I. I was merely the victim of her insanity.
At least, that's what I like to tell myself.

Haha, I'm so dumb sometimes…

But at that moment in time we all started talking at the same time. I was apologizing for our carelessness and so was Sango, but by the look on Inuyasha's face, he was yelling insanities at us asking why we weren't living at a special treatment center.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!!"

"WHAT THE FCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DO-"

"It was all my fault. It was my idea."
"I won't sit in a cart again."

"I COULD HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!!"

"Oh come on, that's a little unreasonable."

"Really, we've apologized."

"…COMPLETELY IGNORANT TO OTHER PEOPLES SAFETY!!!"

"Really, it was an accident, it's not like she meant to trip."

"Shut up already. We apologize!!"

"HAH. I don't believe it." He turned his nose up at us.

Jerk.
Let's make it perfectly clear that as of now, I do not have a crush on Inuyasha. And that's final.

"Too bad for you, then." Sango sniffed disdainfully.

"Come on, Sango. Let's get the milk and eggs and leave. We've got better things to do than apologize to a deaf ear." I grumbled.
"True. Hah, I wish I had of gotten a picture of his face. Did you see his eyes bulge?" she giggled as we grabbed the items.

"Of course I saw them. I got a front row view."
I looked back at him and saw him staring at us with a stumped expression.
Strange boy.

Well, truth be told, I was still a little P.O'd with Inuyasha. I mean, hadn't we said sorry? Cripes! But no, he ignored our apologies for the image in his mind that we were lunatics.
He is not far wrong.
But let me say I was really pleased when he (and Kikyo) coincidentally showed up at the mall!
Revenge is sooooo sweet!
Sango and I were innocently trying on different tops and taking pictures of each other when we heard voices.
"What? No, Kikyo, I can't go in there! It's a girls change room!!"
"Oh, don't be silly! There's no one else in here! I mean, I'm not asking to make-out!"
I nearly puked at that image.
"Here, I really want to see you in this shirt. I'm in the room right next to yours!" she cooed as she shoved him into the room directly across from mine, and then pranced into the one across from Sango.
The wheels in my head turned quickly as I formulated a plan that involved Sango's camera and Inuyasha's shirt. I will admit that this plan is not mine, I got it from some Hillary Duff music video, but hey, it was amazing that I happened to think of it right at that moment.
I waited patiently for Inuyasha to humbly come out of the change room and for Kikyo to usher him to look at himself in the mirror at the end of the hall, before dashing into this cubical and steeling his shirt and rushing back.
Sango heard me cackle evilly and asked what was up, but I shushed her into silence.
"Hurry and get dressed." I told her in a whisper. "We gotta get going."
"Uh…"

"Fast!!"
"Ok…"

"So what are you going to do with his shirt?"
"Ok, here's the plan…how many pictures are left on your camera?"
"about…20…"
"Ok, that should be good."
"What are we going to do??"
"We are going to ask different people to put on his shirt and then take pictures of them."
"Oh, kind of like that dumb music video?"
"It wasn't that dumb, Sango, but that's exactly it. But when we give him back his shirt, we won't be wearing shirts that say 'You're so yesterday' because that would be copying and stupid and he'd think we were retarded."

"Kagome…we stole his shirt. We are retarded."
I ignored her. "Anyways, we need to make sure that they don't see us in the process."
We heard a yell from the change rooms.
"Hm…That'll be Inuyasha noticing that his shirt is missing." I observed.
"And now it is time to leave."

"Yep."

We snickered and hurried off to another store.

"Oh…there's a hot looking guy…" I whispered to Sango.
"We should ask him to wear the shirt…"
"You know, this could be a good way to meet new guys. I mean, we have a great excuse to introduce ourselves…" I mused.
Sango laughed back, "Come on!"
We walked confidently up to he and his friend and they stopped talking and checked us out. Oh this was going to be a good day…
"Excuse me…" Sango giggled.

"Could we ask you to do us a favour?" I asked smoothly.
"Sure, sugar, what's up?"

I forced down a gag. Sugar? That was like Naraku calling me 'Kaggie-poo'. Shoot me.
"Could you put this shirt on so that we could take your picture?"
"Uh…" he seemed to think this was a strange request.
"You see, we're playing a prank on my friend so we were really hoping you could help us…" Sango filled in.
"Alright then!" the guy gave a smile and then pulled off his shirt and then took the one I was holding out. Ooooooooh…six pack…
"Awesome!" Sango grinned. "Ok, now give me a sexy smile!"
She took two of him and then his friend put on the shirt and we did the same.
We thanked them with huge smiles and then walked away.

                   

By about 15 pictures, we had many different guys on film and we even convinced a few girls to pretend to be hookers with the shirt on and taking it off (they obviously had their own shirt on underneath but that would have been really funny if they hadn't have…). We had macho guys, geeky guys, stupid guys, intelligent guys. And then we had a few different types of girls as well.  

Well, it was right at that time, when we were thanking another guy for his services, that we heard a "THERE THEY ARE!!" and lo and behold, it was Inuyasha and his widdle girlfriend. They were on the upper level looking down on us and the closest escalator leading down to us was….right next to them…Time to run for our lives. Weeeee!
We charged into the nearest department stores and decided the way to throw off one of them (Inuyasha) was to head to the nearest lingerie section. It was up to Kikyo whether she wanted to play Heroine and follow us, or 'poor-helpless-pathetic-girlfriend-that-she-is'. We were hoping for the latter.

It was really funny to watch Inuyasha skid to a halt at the beginning of the women's' underwear department. Kikyo, to our horror and his, grabbed his arm and continued to drag him into the dreaded section. I swear she's breaking some taboo by bringing a guy into a women's underwear section.  Well, seeing as invisible, not-really-there barriers weren't going to work, we had to come up with some serious camouflage plan. That, or out-run them.
Umm…

"A crowd!" I exclaimed, "What we need is a big crowd to get lost in."
"Ok, but it's not exactly Christmas shopping season." Sango reminded me.
It was lunch time. And what is the most populated part of a mall at lunch time??
"Food court!!" I hissed excitedly.
Running like hell was on wheels at our feet (which it was, just not on wheels), we charged for the food court.

I grabbed the occasional 38 D bra and tossed it back, watching Inuyasha catch it and then stare at it in horror, and then played ring-toss with the occasional thong. Ah, poor guy had to stop and untangle one from his hair and then did the male version of the icky dance while Kikyo scoffed and attempted to drag him on.

We didn't stop running until we were at the other side of the mall and then didn't come out of the women's loo until it was time to meet Sango's mother.

                   

The final pictures we took at Sango's house. The first was of Sango wearing the shirt and her tiny gym shorts, posing as a centerfold of Playboy. I wanted her to hold up a sign that said "You Lose," but she said that would be too similar to the 'So Yesterday,' thing. I reminded her that the point wasn't to not be stupid; it was to make Inuyasha's blood boil. Reminding him that he lost would be a great way. Then she asked me where I planned on getting the sign and was it really worth all that effort. Fine.

The second photo was of me doing the 'haha, we took your shirt!!' pose, while wearing the shirt. Picture me with the evilest cackle pointing my finger at the camera. I look just a little unstable… We then discussed how we were going to give them to him. Sango suggested Miroku as a delivery boy, but I then pointed out that if Miroku saw the pictures, Inuyasha wouldn't get half of them, namely the half with the girls posing. Tadashi wasn't much better. Who else? We settled with Miroku, but we'd seal them in an envelope first.
Sango wanted me to spend the night, but remembering that I had…plans the next day with King of the Creepy (Naraku), I had to apologetically refuse. I decided to not explain to her my plans for tomorrow in case she tried to get involved. I stayed for dinner however, and when I left, she promised to take the pictures to a studio to get them developed tomorrow.

I pulled my jacket tight around me as I walked down the driveway and the breeze picked up. I listened to a song that was playing in my head when the rain started to fall. I sighed. It had been such a nice day. Amazing how quickly clouds could move in. The water droplets hit me lightly in the face, and I could feel my hair dampen, but I stopped walking when I reached the street corner. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. The rain, steadily getting harder, washed over my face, rinsing it off. I don't know how long I stood there in the pouring rain, but it was one of the most peaceful moments ever. There were no cars driving by, no birds singing, and no people talking. Just the rain and the occasional gust of wind. Me and the rain.
I was jolted out of my thoughts, however, when the rain randomly stopped, but I could still hear it. Actually it was a more hollow sound. Like an umbrella. I opened my eyes and jumped.  I was right in that it was an umbrella, but there was a person standing close behind me holding it. I spun around and found my face inches away from Naraku's.
"Do I have some kind of homing device on me or something on me?" I asked rudely. I could be rude if I wanted to be. He spoiled my good mood. I was also wondering how on earth he knew I was here.
"You're soaking wet." He informed me.
Thank you, Captain Dipshit, for that painfully obvious statement. I shivered. I realized though that I shivered not just because of his voice that gets under my skin, but because I just realized that…I was soaking wet.
God, I hate it so much when he's right.
Truthfully I was freezing right down to my bones.
Naraku frowned. "You've got a cold." And right then I sneezed. Fcking coincidental timing.
He pursed his lips and removed his jacket. I was shocked when he placed it around me, after forcing me to remove my wet one.  It didn't make a huge difference, since my shirt was soaking too, but it was warm. In fact, the only problem with it was that its scent was that of Naraku: poisonously acidic.  I mumbled a 'thank you,' anyways. I was having one of my absent brain moments, thinking that perhaps, since he was being nice in a…nice kind of way, he might not be all that rotten on the inside. But luckily I was snapped out of that thought when he placed his arm around me and laced his fingers in between mine. Kissing my neck also added to my resentment.
"I need to be getting home." I said and started to walk.
"Nonsense," he replied and reached into a pocket of the coat I was wearing. He pulled out a cell phone and called a number. I briefly heard him say an address, the corner we were on, and then hang up. He told me then, to call my mother and inform her that I'd be staying the night. I blanched but did as I was told. I was likely going to sleep in one of the many guest rooms, and if I was spending tomorrow with him, I may as well be able to sleep in and be right there, then have to get up at gasp nine again and get ready.
"Hullo?"
"Hey Souta, put mom on, please."
"Kay."
I waited briefly for my mom to pick up the phone.
"Hello"
"Hey mom, is it okay if I spend the night at Sango's?"
I knew she would neeeever let me stay if she knew it was Naraku instead.  I'm not allowed to spend the night at a guys house (obviously) and she didn't know who Naraku was anyways.
"That's fine."
"I'm spending the day with a friend too, that ok?"
"Yes, dear, you told me."
I did?
"Sleep tight, honey!"
"You too, mom."
I hung up and placed the phone back into its pocket. On normal bases, I would have refused his order, but since I was going along with my simple (but difficult and horrifying none-the-less) plan of being becoming less of a challenge and hopefully boring, I agreed.
Within minutes, a black limo pulled up. The driver promptly exited the vehicle and opened the door for me. I clambered in a plopped down on the seat, as Naraku walked around the car and got in. He slid into the middle seat, while I buckled in, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. On usual circumstances, I would have pinched the skin on top of his hand, and then removed it for him, but as I have stated, I will force myself to endure it.
Exhaustion hit me like a brick wall and, as nauseating as this may sound, I found myself leaning against him. The car rolled smoothly and rhythmically over the freshly paved street, and the dimmed lights in the backseat were also pleasurable for my eyes. Naraku slid his arm that was around me, further so that his hand was resting on my tummy. I slammed my eyes shut and begged for sleep to release me. I sighed tiredly and then smiled victoriously as I slipped into unconsciousness.

                   

I woke again in someone's arms being carried bridal style. Being carried bridal style isn't all it's cracked up to be. I know, I know, all of the romance stories glorify being carried in his arms and leaning against his chest, but you know what? It's like sitting in a chair that lost its stuffing and fabric. A chair frame. Think about it.
My back was protesting the longer I—sat? hung?—there. I opened my eyes and, surprise, surprise, found myself being cradled against my 'boyfriend' while he carried me up the stairs. I was momentarily impressed; I'm not exactly light.  But then this guy could probably bench-press my cat. That is saying something…
I pretended to be asleep, deciding that he'd likely dump me on a bed and let me be. We entered an enormous room that appeared to not be a guest room. If it was, I'd hate to imagine how huge the rest of the house was. A four-poster king sized bed with a canopy lay at the head of the room. The bed sheets and cover were black, but the canopy drapes were a deep maroon red that matched the walls. The floor was black tile to match the bed, as were the black cherry-wood cabinets against the walls. He walked up three steps to the platform that the bed was on and rolled me on to it.
Here's where I lay on my side, waiting for him to walk away…leave me in peace… Here's where I was wrong. He crawled on to the bed next to me, and that instantly set my guard up. One bad move and I was gonna...
But he propped himself on his elbow, and stroked my hair. That wasn't really enough to hit him for, was it? I felt him run his long, spidery finger through my wet hair, which by the way, was uncomfortable to lie on.
He continued to finger my hair, while I was trying to remain there, motionless and 'asleep', but then something unexpected happened. He ran his finger along the side of my face, and that completely blew my 'I'm asleep' cover. His finger was icy cold, and totally uncalled for, so I jumped and my eyes popped open. I didn't have to see him to know he was smiling. Possibly darkly. Evilly. Yea, evilly.
I rolled on to my back and then turned my head so I could face him. His eyes were hard to read in the dim light, which I noticed were coming from candles around the room. Perhaps it was the half-light, but his face held something other than the norm. The norm being dark. And evil. And 'holier than thou'… Scratch that, 'Eviler than thou'.  The usual look he gave me was 'I-own-you-you-are-mine-and-mine-only!!' If it had been anyone but Naraku, I would have called it tenderness.
He draped his arm across my stomach and went back to running his fingers through my drenched hair, even while I was watching him. He finally leaned over, kissed my forehead, and then relaxed against the bed.
My shirt had slid up and with out much delay, I noticed that his hand was touching my belly. I had the strangest feeling he had just dipped his hands into liquid nitrogen, because they certainly felt that cold. Along with the fact that he was acting weird and caring and all that crap that he is not, I said something to break the silence.
"You're hands are cold."
When in doubt, state the obvious.
"I was hoping you could warm them up for me." His voice was…seductive? I would have said that he was trying to be that way, and it may have worked a year ago if I hadn't known of his reputation of being a notorious bastard.  It wasn't winning me over, that was for sure. Plus, that was a horrible pick-up line.
"Perhaps you have forgotten that I was out in the rain." I reminded him dryly. "I'm cold too."
He smiled broadly at me. He got up and left the room quietly with out a word.
I was alone.

I was alone!!!

I snuggled and scrunched myself into the pillows. The bed was covered with maroon and black pillows that matched the décor. There were more pillows than I knew what to do with… So, I buried myself in them. I would have gotten into the bed, but there was always the fact hanging over my head that Naraku could return and take that as an invitation. Stretched invitation, but he always split hairs a little too thinly to be fair. So I made a den of pillows (yes there were that many) at the head of the bed.
The door opened and I heard shoes clack on the floor and then stop a ways away from the bed.
"Miss Kagome?" a cold, empty voice called.
It was Kagura. Joooooooy….
Maybe if I lay very still… Nope, she found me.
"Miss Kagome, Naraku requests your presence in the recreation room." She made it clear with her glances that she disapproved deeply of my pillow burrow.  Well screw her.
I don't like Kagura. Is it a little obvious?
"How many rec. rooms are there this time?" I asked her, very aware of my tousled hair and wrinkled shirt.
"Three. There is the game room, the TV room, and pool."
The last house had only had two. An improvement.
"If you'll follow me, please."
I just love it how she manages to make it sound like a demand even though the sentence was a request.
I completed the awkward task of sliding off the bed on to the narrow platform that surrounded it but my hair was still slightly saturated with water so it slapped against my back. Making my shirt even more wet. If that is possible…
Kagura is one to carry an air of…oh shall we say arrogance? That is one of the reasons I don't like her. She walks with her nose in the air, and her eyes are slightly lidded, so as to give a regal impression. Like Kikyo. Ewwww…
I always found it odd that she automatically adopted a more submissive tone when Naraku or his father is around.
I followed Kagura down flights of elegantly constructed staircases, passed and went through ornately carved doorways, until I was bowed into a small closet, type room. The walls were a soft beige colour, the carpet black, and in this room were rows upon rows of bathing suits. Half of the room held female suits, and the other half male.
"This half of the room is yours. They're all your size." Kagura vaguely motioned to the girls' side of the room.
I nodded to show I had heard her, but I made no movement to flip through them and pick one.
I was tired.
I was cold.
I was wet.
I didn't want to get wetter. I really, really wanted to go to bed.
"Miss Kagome?" Kagura asked in question to why I hadn't moved yet to flip through the suits.
I sighed. "Please tell Naraku that I would really rather go to bed then drown in the pool."
"I believe he is waiting in the hot tub."
Well that was slightly better. Stretching out in the hot, relaxing water sounded like exactly what I wanted. Of course it would be with Naraku, and that was the only problem. As usual. But I wanted to be the ideal girlfriend so he would get bored. Going to bed sounded like a bad idea for the plan.
I sighed with contempt this time and started flipping through the racks.
There were all skimpy. I just about saw what I had for dinner at Sango's again as I realized my oh-so-wonderful-boyfriend would want to see me in nearly all of them. Calming my disturbed tummy, I turned to Kagura, who was still waiting patiently by the doorway.
"Is there anything other than bikinis in here? One pieces? Maybe even tankinis?"
Kagura bowed (almost mockingly) and went to another room for a moment.
She returned. "Naraku says he would rather you wore one of these."
That crossed the line.
"Tell Naraku that that is just too damn bad!" I snapped. "I am not prancing around for him in items that I may as well not be wearing for all they cover!!"
Kagura bowed with an amused smile on her face.
"What?" I asked sharply before she could leave.
"I was wondering when the real you would surface. You're being way too cooperative for normal."
"Non cooperative's my middle name, is that it?"
"It always appears to be that way." She left the room to quote me to her boss.
I stood and waited. Some of these swimsuits were really gross. I mean, more than one were nearly see through. I am not a whore! I do not flaunt myself like that for anybody! Not now, certainly. I'm 15 freaken years old!! At least he's never forced me to wear one of those… actually, he's never mentioned it before because I think he's aware I could file a harassment complaint thingy to someone. Not sure who, but I could. But they're all there, nonetheless. I think he's hoping I'll one day go 'I think I'd like him to see me in this!' The day that happens, I'll pull a 2000 pound purple elephant out of my rear.
"My, what a sour expression."
I jumped at Kagura's returning comment. "What'd he say?" I asked, scowling at her.
She tossed me a two piece. My reflexes caught both pieces before they hit the ground and I held it up for inspection. It was black with a rhinestone star explosion on the left side of the top. The top was a strapless that would show all of my skin under my breasts, and it was really low cut, but it was by far much better than the g-strings I saw on the racks. The bottom half were shorts, instead of bikini bottoms. I approved. The only problem I had with the swimsuit was that it was black. The suit itself looked stylish, but on me, it would make my skin look ghostly white. But I wasn't about to complain anymore. A hot tub soak with a decent-ish bathing suit on. And then bed. That seemed to be about as good as it was going to get tonight.

Naraku was watching the door for me, I guess. He was in the hot tub facing me as I entered the room, but I decided to stall a moment and take in the enormous room I was in. The hot tub was big. I don't like to be blunt like that when describing something, but that seemed to work the best. It wasn't normal, in-your-backyard size, but it wasn't too big that it wasn't cozy, and therefore overly spacious. It also wasn't your typical hot tub because it was in the floor like the rest of the pool.
The pool. Wow. It was enormous. It took up most of the 40 ft by 40 ft room, complete with waterslide.
"Kagome, you look adorable." Naraku startled me out of my thoughts. Adorable. That one was new, I believe. "Come and warm up with me."
That sounded almost ominous and threatening… I trotted delicately on my toes over to the hot tub and slid in so that I was opposite to him.
"Come, Kagome, come over here."
I gritted in my teeth, forcing my butt to not stay glued and to listen to him.
'be the perfect girlfriend…be the perfect girlfriend…HEY STUPID, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU CAME UP WITH THAT IDEA??'
I sank lower into the tub, dipped my head under to heat it up, and then floated across the center of the pool towards him. I shut my eyes and drifted with my hands out in front of me for a few seconds, until he took hold of my fingers and pulled me in gently. I was relieved he was wearing a normal, male swim suit (instead of one of those icky Speedos) because he sat me on his lap and pulled me against him. Forcing myself to relax against him, I concentrated on the soothing water swirling around me with the tiny bubbles that hot tubs always seem to have with or with out the jets on. I shut my eyes and let my head loll to one side, and sighed a happy sigh. I imagined the man I was leaning against was strong, protective, and loving, as well as sharing, and joyous…..not, over protective, sadistic, and evil.
He planted a kiss on my shoulder and breathed in to my neck. I imagined the minty freshness of his breath and the security of his embrace.
"You're being," another kiss on the shoulder, "oddly cooperative, Kagome," kiss on the neck, "is everything alright?"
No, I was tired and cranky that he shattered my little fantasy.
"I'm exhausted, Naraku." I sighed tiredly.
He gave me a hard, long kiss on the neck. If he was hoping I'd moan or something in response, he was going to be sorely disappointed. I was already fighting the urge to retch. I was not going to play this little game to that extent. It would kill me.
I was also, at the moment, praying really hard he wouldn't give me a hicky.
"mmgh," I groaned, my breath caught in my throat as a sign I was fighting the urge to scream. "Naraku, will you please stop that? You're going to bruise my neck!"
He withdrew as I pushed him away from me. "It's a possessive mark, Kagome." He ran his hands down my arms lightly, making me jump.
"It also aches like a bitch." I hissed. The memory of the last mark he made on my neck came back to me. I had received a lot of funny looks at school, and I had had to wear turtle necks so my mother wouldn't notice.
"Watch your language, Kagome." He whispered and ran his tongue up the side of my ear. I squirmed and screwed up my eyes.
"Eww!" I exclaimed, "Cut that out!!" I shivered uncontrollably and then huddled myself together.
"You're not being very much fun, you know." He planted another kiss on my head.
"Have I ever??" I whispered, the fight quickly whooshing out of me and leaving me weak and alone.
"Of course." His hand brushed my thigh, startling me again and bringing back nightmares.
"Please, not tonight. I would really like to get to bed." I begged while screwing up my eyes in attempt to make everything go away.
"Not yet. But no more playing, I promise." He settled me back against him.
Playing. He calls it playing. Torture, cruel and unusual punishment, or nightmare provoking games defined it more closely.
Perfectly.

                   

I believe I may have dropped off again because the next time I opened my eyes, it was very dark and I was dry and dressed in silky material. It actually took me a moment or two to orient myself and recall where I was. It was dark. I was in a bed. That much I figured out, and once I established that, all of the memories of how ever long ago came flooding back to me, fast enough that I didn't acknowledge them at all, I just knew. I then had to find out where I was in Naraku's house…and who had dressed me. As soon as I had that question, terror filled me. Naraku was not above the law, and he knew that, too, sort of, but I wouldn't have exactly put it passed him to dress me himself. Images and nightmares of him running his hands over me as he made extra movements to button the shirt and slide up the pants made me squeak in a horrified manner and scrunch my body up into the fetal position unconsciously. 
I was now terrified to the point that I simply could not go to sleep until I had all of the answers. Slipping out of bed, I stumbled around to the thin line of dim light coming from under the door. Feeling the wooden double doors, I ran my hand around until I found the door latch.

Locked.

I was locked in a bedroom, in the dark of night, dressed in clothes I had not worn when I arrived, after being perversely harassed by the most vindictive and sadistic bastard born on this planet.
I tried the door again and rattled at it uselessly. Fear welled up inside of me like a great water balloon until I was whimpering uncontrollably as I started to pull at the latch in attempt to yank it off or something. It wasn't long before I was pounding on the door and screaming that I be released right that instant until I collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. I cried out all of my tears about my tiredness, my insecurity, my loneliness, my weakness, and my confusions. All my emotions drained out of me with my tears until I was just a tired body lying on the floor in front of a locked door. I breathed deeply calmed myself down and then the door started to open. Well, it tried to open, but I was in the way so if bumped against me.
"Miss Kagome?" It was Kanna this time.
"Huh?" I said sounding so smart.
"Are you alright?" her voice was completely devoid of any emotion but I answered with her question in mind.
"Since when have you been concerned for my welfare, Kanna?"
"Naraku wishes to know if you are ok."
"Ah, well then in that case, tell him I'm perfectly fine." I snapped bitterly, hiccupping.
She bowed emotionlessly and turned to leave.
"Kanna," I called. Wordlessly she turned around. "Who dressed me?" I asked.
"I did."
I nodded, relief and tranquility settled around me. "Thank you."
She bowed again and soundlessly padded away.
She didn't lock me in.

I was glad.

Well, that's the end of this chapter. I know I ended on kind of a depressed-ish note, but I'm hoping that the next chapter will be a tiny bit more upbeat. I have an overall idea to where the fic is going, I'm just not sure how it's going to get there.

Cheers, and Review, please!

-Kirara
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