Disclaimer: I do not own any of Rumiko Takahashi or Victor Hugo's works…if I did then I wouldn't be writing about them now would I?
AN: I know! I know! It's been an awfully long time. Sorry, enjoy the new chapter.
The Inu Hanyou Of Notre Dame
Chapter Eight
Rouge Pt1
Last Time –
Muttering angrily Kagome stormed away…
"It's just not fair…"
"If that boy wants to get out of this cathedral…I don't think anyone could stop him…
That night Kagome and Inuyasha made plans…
Now –
Inuyasha had never been a particular fan of the color red. It wasn't that he had any special distaste for it, but he had never seen a reason to actually like the color. His first day at the fair however gave him several reasons.
"Kagome, sweetheart? Are you still feeling ill?"
"Yes mama…I think I'll be in bed all day. Don't worry; I'll call for you if I need something."
"Okay chéri I'll leave you to your rest them."
Smiling despite herself Kagome stared at the small mirror that hung at the door of her room and adjusted the mask that she had put on her face. Forest green with small red beads around the edges she enjoyed the way it complimented the green, peasant style top of her dress. Smoothing her hands down on the green tiered skirt, she let her eyes linger on the red beads she had sewn into each hem by hand. Nodding decidedly she took a deep breath and went about sneaking out of her room.
When Inuyasha awoken he had discovered that a costume (which he had been previously lacking) that most people wore to such festivals was laying neatly on his "bed". The oriental-style clothing in the color of red looked the perfect size for him. Along with it was a red and white mask that he could use to hide his identity. Suspicious at first he stepped outside his room to see Miroku walk by, giving him a knowing wink.
Grinning widely Inuyasha had run back into room and changed. Now he was stuck in front of the ledge in front of the bell-tower that led to the world outside.
"Oh my god…what am I about to do?"
Hanging his head, near about to decide to go back on the entire thing, he caught a glance of Kagome.
It wasn't that she was wearing what she said she would have. Or that her hair flowed and that her body moved as no one else's could. But he could feel his heart calling out to her with such a power that without even thinking he stepped expertly onto the ledge. After sliding down the roof, past columns and stone he landed neatly in front of her.
"Inuyasha?"
"Kagome."
Walking hand in hand the two went out to enjoy the festivities.
AN: PT 2 Coming soon, along with a little more romance.