Author: taiyoukai-kai
Comments: My return to the fanfic world fanfic series. The two ongoing ones I had are now on hold. I apologize, but I have lost my muse for them. If you have any ideas that might bring them back to life, email me at Also, you can contact me on MSN at Have fun with this story..
Disclaimer: Sesshoumaru should belong to me. Characters © Rumiko Takahashi.
Summary: Kagome knew she shouldn't have taken this job, but her Grandfather's medicine doesn't come free. Sesshoumaru and Naraku are both actors competing for a place in acting world, and in a certain person's heart? Sess/Kag/Nak/Kik
Dark Deceptions
Prologue
"Can you feel it?" Sesshoumaru Taisho pressed the actress's hand to his chest. "Does this not prove my love?"
Kikyo Takeshi turned away, unwilling to let him see her distress. "I'm sorry. I just…"
"CUT! Takeshi-san. You must feel the part. Let's take a break, I would like a word with you." The director frowned disapprovingly down at the actress.
Kikyo slipped a hand from under Sesshoumaru's and turned away to follow the director. "You're a failure as an actress." Kikyo froze at his quiet words, but no one else had heard, and she merely walked on.
Sesshoumaru watched impassively as the director waved his hands furiously at the erring actress. He didn't change his expression when he noticed the actress respond calmly. That was Kikyo Takeshi's trademark. Her icy emotionless demeanor was ideal for the parts of the icy bitch. However, for this particular part, Kikyo was unfit. He had no idea how the woman had gotten the part.
He ran his hand through his hair, ignoring the squeals of his fans in the cast, he untied his ponytail and let his shoulder length hair down. The straight silky white mass caressed his nape and tapered to a stop between his shoulder blades. Quickly, a bottle of water was thrust into his hands, and he motioned to the director that he would be in his dressing room. The director waved back impatiently and Sesshoumaru walked off the set.
"Ah!" A thin sound of distress warned him, before he suddenly collided with a stack of boxes moving toward him. A short cry sounded from behind the boxes as the stack fell backwards and collapsed around the person behind him. "Oh, not again!" The feminine exclamation was followed by several boxes being shoved aside, and there, inbetween the masses of spilled clothing, and props, a young woman in her late teens or early twenties, Sesshoumaru couldn't tell, sat. Her eyes were shut as she rubbed her back. "That huuurt.."
"Then you should watch where you are going." Sesshoumaru stared grimly down at the disgrace of a girl. She looked up, surprised, and as recognition dawned, so did horror. He stopped himself from nodding in approval. She would do well to fear the consequences of bothering him.
"You…You're Taisho-sama!" She stood up, spilling more boxes to the side. "Oh, Kami help me. I.." She patted her sides for a pen but nothing came up. "Oh, I love your movies. Would you mind giving me your autograph?" She groped around for something to write with, and found a pen in her back pocket. She pulled out a notepad as well, and thrust it at him. "Please?"
He paused, incredulous that she still had the gall to bother him "No." He dismissed her with one icy glance, and walked smoothly around her, toward his dressing room.
"Eeeh…" she laughed self consciously to herself. "I didn't think so." She quickly put her pen and pad back into her pocket and glanced furtively behind him. Taisho-sama. The new actor that was already creating waves of fans in Japan and all over the world. His cool collected demeanor screamed mystery to the females of Japan, and his looks certainly helped. He had a very arrogant, and beautiful face. He was tall, graceful, and always in control. On the screen, he was the epitome of every female's dream. "Taisho-sama.." she whispered to herself and smothered a giggle. She finally had the chance to meet him. She knelt to the floor to start picking up the mess.
Sesshoumaru Taisho was exactly as she imagined. A cold, ruthless, arrogant jerk who was too full of himself. If her friend Sango hadn't wanted his autograph so much, she wouldn't have even bothered to ask. She sighed as she finally got the last box cleaned up and stacked it set it on the top of her load.
"Let me help." A pair of hands pulled the top half of the boxes off the stack. Kagome looked up in surprise. "Onigumo-san!"
Naraku smirked. "Did you really ask Sesshoumaru-kun for his autograph? You never asked for mine…"
Kagome mock frowned, but couldn't help but laugh. "Sango really wanted it, so I told her that if I could, I'd get it for her. And plus, why would I need yours. I have your baby pictures."
Naraku gasped in horror. "Not those!" He grinned with Kagome, and waited as she picked up the last of the boxes. He fell in step with her as she walked to the storage room.
"You know, its probably better if you didn't pay me so much attention…" Kagome opened the door and waited as Naraku went in to set his stack on the floor.
Naraku shrugged as he came out again. "I owe your mother. I promised her I would take care of you."
Kagome blushed. Naraku was the other actor who was rising at a fast pace through the ranks of stardom. Both he and Sesshoumaru wowed the public with their skills and charisma. In this movie he played the rejected lover, that had somehow gotten the girl to love him again. In fact, it wasn't hidden that the two actors detested each other intensely off the set. When they were together on the screen, the two roles they played, played into their animosity. They could freely express their dislike with each other on the screen.
"Eh, but Hojou-kun could do that. You're so busy…"
"Hojou?! That wimpy, girly looking boy who wouldn't leave you alone? I forbid it." Naraku shut the door sharply. Kagome could hardly tell him that he was one to talk about girly looking men. But she had to admit, he certainly wasn't wimpy.
"I have to go home anyways. Grandpa wasn't feeling well today." Naraku nodded, and patted Kagome's shoulder.
"Tell him, I'll come over later with some medicine." He smiled charmingly down at the sweet face that turned up to him. This girl. She had no idea of his feelings toward her. The lustful thoughts that always churned through him. The thoughts of utter possession of her sweet naiveté.
Kagome nodded. "Arigato. I'm sure Grandpa will be very happy!" She sketched a short bow of respect, and waved a goodbye. "Ja ne!"
Naraku waved back, and watched as she ran into the hallway outside of the studio room they were using to film. One day, he would possess her. She was his.
Kagome slowed her sprint as she approached the door leading outside. "Higurashi! A moment." She turned around and saw a number of the female fans standing in the hallway.
"What?" She backed up as the group advanced on her.
"You spend too much time with Onigumo-sama. Who do you think you are?"
Kagome bumped into the wall, and pressed herself into it. This was exactly why she didn't want to take this job. Naraku's fans were crazy. But her grandfather's medicine wasn't cheap, and this was the best paying job she could get. "I didn't mean…"
"What is the meaning of this?"
The group turned in surprise. "Taisho-sama!" Sesshoumaru stood in the doorway behind the Onigumo Fan Club. "Who gave you permission to loiter in this hallway. I retired here for peace and quiet. Now leave, if you value your lives." The groups scattered, leaving a petrified Kagome behind.
"Eh…"
Sesshoumaru turned to her. "You are still here?"
"Ah!" She grabbed her handbag and escaped as fast as she could. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes after the fleeing girl. Her face disturbed him. It looked like…he frowned and shut his door. It didn't matter to him. He sat down at his table, and picked up the book he had set down. Quickly, he flipped through the pages until he came across a pressed flower, carefully placed inbetween the pages. He picked it out, and held it in his hands…
Kikyo frowned as she watched the camaraderie between the female staff member, and Naraku. She frowned even harder when he set his hand on her shoulder. The director exclaimed about her lack of attention, and she tore her eyes from the pair to listen to the complaints of the director. Every job she took was like this. She hated acting. She hated having to bow to the dictates of horrible directors and men like him.
"Next time, do as your told, do you hear? We don't pay you so much for you to do nothing."
Kikyo nodded absently, and the director, finally calmed down and left the actress with one last glare. Kikyo automatically looked for Naraku and saw that he was standing alone. Their eyes met, and he lifted a hand in a mocking salute. Turning on his heel, he left for his room.
Damn him. Kikyo though. He had no right to play her like this. They had a deal. She flicked her hair back in an uncharacteristic gesture of anger. And he better damn well live up to his end of it. She stalked away.
Well, this is the beginning of my first fanfic SERIES upon my return to the fanfic world. The pairing was inspired by none other than Profiler120. If you don't know who she is, shame on you. She's only the best IY fanfic writer out there. XD Go check her out.
On a different note, I apologize for this story. I haven't improved in my writing at all, and I have no real direction for this. Don't tell me its clichéd, done to death, illogical, or otherwise dissatisfying to you. If you don't like it, don't tell me. I don't care. I will write more anyways.
This is my first time writing a fanfic other than Sess/Kag. Only this time its Sess/Kag/Nak/Kik? Hehehe..who knows who will go with who? A more comedic, less tragic fanfic from the Queen of Tragedy. TTTT I can't write I tell you…sigh.
I also apologize for the pace of this story. It is a lot faster than my usual pace, since I have no rough draft to improve on. Man..this commentary part is almost as long as the story itself.. >>
SUPPORT ME AND REVIEW!! And I'll write more fast.
Author: Kai