Dancing Dragons
-Chapter 7-
I woke up with a slight headache. I mainly thanked the ice bag on my head. I groggily stepped into my shower. A few minutes later I came out feeling extremely well and refreshed.
"How'd I get here last night?"
A knock on my door made me forget about it quickly.
"Coming!"
I rushed to open the door. Sango's pained face peered at me, double over in pain.
"Sango! You're so pale!"
"No scream. Bathroom?"
I pointed behind me and she nodded. I closed the door softly and cringed when I heard Sango vomit.
"Are you okay?"
"Sure," she responded sarcastically.
"Hmph. You stay and I'll look for Kaede, alright?"
"Bring Morphine and forget Kaede."
I giggled and went to the kitchen. Everybody was talking about our night out with Aya and Konan. Well… Mostly Aya was talking about it. Anyways, Kaede quickly downed her breakfast and said to go on without her because she needed her medicines and equipment.
"Hey Kagome!"
I spun around to see Rin for the, I'm guessing, third time since I had come to live in the mansion.
"Hi Rin! Nice seeing you again!"
"Oh, I know! When you marry InuYasha you'll see why."
"But I'm not-"
"I've really got to go. I'll talk to you later. Maybe I'll be at dinner!"
I gaped as she walked off quickly to who-knows-where. I waved it all off and went to check up on Sango.
"That better be Morphine!" she screamed from my bathroom.
"It's on the way." I lied.
A knock on my door had me feeling lazy and the day hadn't even started yet!
"Come in!"
Kaede shuffled in and directed herself towards the vomiting sounds while I lit a scented candle.
"No," moaned Sango, "I don't want no damn needle. The Morphine is good en- OW! Get it OUT!"
Miroku burst into my room wearing black boxers with his hair loose and wild. I giggled at his bewildered expression as he asked for Sango frantically.
"She's sick Miroku," I explained, "and by the way you look so good in the morning."
He blushed, something I thought impossible from him, and made his way out quickly.
"It was cute." I said to a now healthy Sango.
She was blushing with my description of what Miroku had been wearing.
"Yeah. Lover boy came in here with the hair loose and looking sexy." I said silkily.
"Okay, changing the subject! The dancer auditions are in 15 minutes. Let's find said sexy fiend and go."
I smiled and followed her. We stopped and knocked on his door.
"Who is it?"
"Miroku, darling, come out and help me put this on." I said sexily.
In five seconds flat he opened the door slightly, "I'm sorry. If it's not Sango I don't want to know." he said, peeking to see who was on the other side of the door.
I laughed as he spotted Sango's wide eyes. Miroku still had his hair down, but neatly combed now.
"I uh… Did you guys need anything?" he asked casually, as only Miroku could.
"Yeah," I said, finally calming down, "the dancers should be here for auditions and the first rehearsal. Willing to be Simon?"
Miroku scrunched up his nose before finally stepping out.
"That's Sango's job."
Two Months Later
"This is like our 30th rehearsal guys. If any of you mess up…" I said, hinting at greater punishment.
They all shuffled nervously as Sango and Miroku walked in.
"Alright. Aisha, press play."
Ah…
"Guys, bring girls up and down by holding their waists! Slowly! Girls: splits to the floor!"
Ah…
"Guys: splits behind the girls! Girls: chest to floor. Guys back to floor!"
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
"I am the son, guys up. And the heir, girls up. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar, face down."
I am the son and heir of nothing in particular.
"I am the son and heir: girls in chairs. Keep the chair back on your chest and your eyes down! Of nothing in particular, everybody look up!"
You shut your mouth. How can you say I go about things the wrong way?
"You shut your mouth: girls smash the chairs with the girls next to you, as rehearsed! How can you say I go about things the wrong way, guys light your torches, you should have your lighters out by now!"
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
"I am human and I need to be loved, guys swing the torches and don't drop them! Just like everybody else does, girls alcohol blown into your torches! Nice!"
I watched Sango gape for a minute and Miroku trying to bring her back. Yes, I am good.
See I've already waited too long and all my hope is gone.
"See I've already waited, cross torches with each other, too long, turn cross with another! And all my, again, hope is, again, gone, separate and dump the water on 'em to put 'em out!"
1 hour later
"Kagome you've got those dancers doing one bad ass song with even better moves!" exclaimed Sango.
I flushed at their compliments and praise; something I wasn't used to.
"I- I-"
"Just take the compliment." urged Sango.
"T-Thanks!"
"My turn," said Miroku, "that violent dance is awesome! The fire trick was just whoa!"
I laughed and thanked him also.
"You have two more right?"
"Aa. Pole dancing and the strip tease." I said confidently.
Miroku's eyes widened at the last one and urged me to continue with the preview.
"Miroku, my dancers need their break."
"It's been 45 minutes!"
"Alright, alright. Chill."
Sango rolled her eyes as we made our way back.
"Sango, I need the poles up for this, so if you'll do the honors?"
She quickly climbed the stairs up to the control room. She gave me the thumbs up and I did the same. My five dancers for this, all the females in the group, walked in with their water bottles.
"Ken, Thien, Nghia, and Robin, you guys can leave already."
"Deuce," they said in unison as they picked up their bags and left.
"Aisha, Lei, Hannah, Crystal, and Diamond, are you guys ready?"
They all nodded as Sango reached my side with a notepad, the poles up.
"Alright," she said, "what's the uniform for this one?"
"Same as last. Leather pants, shirt, and coat. Add boots with thin heel, the one before has thick."
"Does the hair have to be up in any specific way?"
"I'm thinking curls, but maybe I'll let them free style."
She nodded softly and wrote comments here and there.
"What song are you using for this?"
"'A Hole in the Head' by Sugababes."
"Nice," said Miroku, suddenly making his presence known behind Sango.
I almost thanked him but noticed he was eyeing the dancers stretch.
"Aisha!" I yelled, getting the girl's attention. "Miroku here's got his eye on you."
Miroku's eyes went wide. Aisha was a strong and dedicated dancer – my best. She was the sexy tomboy that had many men running from her challenge, even Miroku.
"Miroku!" said Sango in fake shock. "I thought you loved all women and would jump at the chance to get laid!"
"I deny all claims to that and, as for Aisha, I could swear to you that with one round she would break my dick off." he grimaced.
Sango giggled and Aisha cracked her knuckles. Truth be told, I think she would castrate him…
"I think we'll skip the previews." I said softly, sitting down in a nearby chair.
Sango nodded quickly, doing the same.
"After that there's the strip tease to a song in Spanish. 'Appretaito' by Azul Azul. The wardrobe for this will be white trench coats and black ankle boots. Underneath, red long sleeves that cut off above their belly rings and long skirts with slits to the thigh. Underneath those I want short shorts and black tube tops."
"Okay… Any specific hairstyle?"
"Ponytail curls. Two curls framing the face."
Sango nodded diligently, writing it all down.
"Alright. You just get back to me on the free styling for the other song so I can type these up and give it to them."
I nodded and stood up.
"Early dismissal girls. Make sure you get a lot of rest. Remember, you never know when we'll open."
InuYasha's POV
"I am starting to believe," I said slowly, "that Kagome will never come to dinner."
"She's sleeping InuYasha." said Sango angrily.
"At seven!"
"Yes, at seven!"
A pregnant silence threatened to engulf me in the dining room and so I left. I vaguely heard Kaede tell Sango and Miroku that I hadn't eaten in a few days. So what are a few days without nutrition? What's not seeing much of Kagome for about two months and then being told that you have business overseas for two weeks? I growled softly and slammed the door to my room.
"Get. Out."
"Inu darling, I-"
"I'm not in the mood for your idiocies Aya. Get. Out."
I saw her swing her legs over the side of my bed as I took off my coat and loosened my tie.
"Really InuYasha, what is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Leave." I said forcefully.
Aya was persistent, a bit too persistent for her own good.
"You need to release tension in your limbs," she purred in my ear, "and I can help."
"Aya," I said, stepping away from her, "I will never fuck you."
"If you just-"
"No, never. I don't even feel remotely attracted to you."
"Kagome is no better than the whores in New York!"
My eyes widened as I turned around to look her in the eyes. I vaguely registered somebody opening the door in my anger.
"Excuse me?"
Her eyes were pools of fear, oh so very rewarding.
"I-"
"Kagome, a whore?"
"Now, I beg to differ," said a new voice, cutting in our conversation.
"Speak of the devil," said Aya, glaring at the intruder.
"Beat it honey. You're obviously not wanted," said Kagome, a smirk tugging at the sides of her mouth.
Aya grabbed her coat and made towards the door, where Kagome was. She moved to the side and mocked Aya by bowing slightly. The door closed behind her softly and Kagome smiled at me.
"All hail me, your savior," she said, grinning.
"I submit and hail thee," I said softly.
Kami had answered my fervent prayers to see my angel. I was off in heaven right then.
"It's been about two months. No hug? No 'I missed you'?" she teased.
She was so different now, so much more enticing. I walked toward her, hugging her small body to mine. I squeezed her tightly, not wanting to let go.
"I love you too," she choked out.
"Do you?" I asked, a bit hopeful.
"If, and only if, you let go," she said forcefully.
I let her go, slightly slackening my hold. My hands rested at her hips, as they had a habit of doing.
"Have you eaten?" she asked, making small conversation.
"Truthfully, no. They don't have," I said looking at her sensuous lips when she looked the other way, "what I crave."
She looked back into my eyes, her own full of mirth.
"And here I thought the kitchen served everything." she said sarcastically.
I was surprised at how much she had changed in two months. She seemed more aware and, to my high suspicion, every bit of a tease. Hearing her say the kitchen served everything had my brain giving me images of her on the kitchen table. I shook my head softly. She stepped back from my embrace and sat on my bed, which filled my head with more ideas.
'I have to stop!' I thought urgently.
"So," she said, "I hear that you're leaving us for two weeks or so."
"Yeah," I said sourly, suddenly remembering the dreaded business trip.
"Something wrong?" she asked, leaving her place and approaching me.
"Of course not," I said standing my ground and refusing to let my sex-filled mind get the best of me.
She nodded, suddenly taking on a serious expression.
"Have I ever thanked you for what you've given me?"
I looked at her a bit surprised. Why would she thank me?
"For what exactly? And no matter what it is I'm sure you don't need to-"
"I do," she whispered, looking away.
I gripped her shoulders and lifted her chin, her eyes meeting mine.
"You have no need to thank me for anything."
I gazed into her beautiful blue-grey eyes, feeling myself drown in their depths and emotions.
"When a random man comes to save a girl from slavery, beatings, and emotional abuse she has to at least thank him. She has to do more than just thank."
Her eyes stared up at me; full of some unknown emotion I knew I'd seen somewhere else. She stood on the tips of her feet and threw her arms around my neck. My arms snaked around her waist and we stayed that way for a while, feeling comfortable. I felt like I belonged there in her arms, feeling her warmth and steady heart beat. A knock on the door resounded in the calm stillness and I cursed the person that so dared to interrupt me.
"InuYasha," Nana's voice came through, "you come out of there and eat some dinner this instant."
"Hungry?" she asked me, smiling that flirtatious smile she seemed to have acquired.
"Ravenous," I said looking at her meaningfully.
She grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me towards the door. Nana stood outside with a stubborn look grazing her features.
"Here you go Nana," she said nodding towards me, "he wouldn't come out so I made him."
I gaped as Nana moved to grab me from the wrist. She smiled wickedly before looking down at her vibrating hip, covered by her shirt. 'Miss You' by M-Flo rang out when she uncovered a small cell phone. I secretly hoped that she had meant she missed me by putting that song as her ring tone, but more importantly I wondered why she had a different phone than the one I had given her before.
"When'd you get that?" I questioned, with a tinge of anger in my voice.
"Hold on," she muttered, eyeing the caller I.D. and refusing to meet my eyes.
"Who is it?" I asked, a growl threatening to leave my throat.
She waved me off, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Kagome?"
"Who else?"
"…"
"Shut up."
"The stuff is here."
"Well? Hurry up and get it taken care of!"
"Yeah, I would but-"
"But what?" she asked, obviously getting ticked by whoever was calling.
"The guy wants your signature since you paid for all of it!"
"Damn it. Fine. Stall him for me."
She quickly reattached the phone to her hip, looking around nervously.
"Yeah. That was-"
"Miroku," I said, knowing fully well what they had said, but not willing to blow my whole cover by demanding answers.
She looked at me surprised. She must've been wondering how I could've known who was calling, and if I knew what they had talked about. She must've known I wasn't looking at the caller I.D. because she probably couldn't see the small numbers, which in truth I could.
"Yeah," she softly said finally, "I have to go meet him up for something. I'll see you later."
She quickly embraced Nana, whom still had a firm grip on my wrist.
"Make him eat Nana."
She smiled at me, obviously forgetting about the phone call, kissed my cheek, to my utter disbelief, and ran down the hallway.
"Well come on. Don't stand there day dreaming about who knows what!"
Kagome's POV : 1 Week Later
I watched him carry three suitcases into the trunk of his limo. I wish I could've been down there instead of Aya's skanky self, but I was currently occupied with certain matters…
"I've contracted several police men and two ferocious bouncers," said Miroku, grabbing hold of my attention once more.
"I made sure he got a good price," smiled Sango, "and I got the cleaning staff too."
I felt their eyes on me and I didn't blame them on bit. I was a bit out of character, down and out.
"All shipments were taken to the corner store and Seven Eleven's old house."
"Mhm," I responded, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
"Kagome?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Just… Miss him I guess."
"Already!"
I nodded and they continued to gawk at me.
"The stuff's in the storage room, right?"
"Aa. I set the opening date for tomorrow. The girls are ready and so are we."
"I guess," I said, sighing loudly, "I'm going to go to sleep and… Yeah."
I felt them rise after me questioningly.
"It's morning and we know you slept well last night," said Miroku wit a hint of regret in his voice.
"I-"
"And I feel rather hurt that you wouldn't confide in me," added Sango, a hurt look on her face to emphasize her point.
I sighed, smiling at their intuition. They seemed to know me so well and were so protective, and preoccupied with my well being.
"I know!" said Miroku suddenly, his gaze intense.
"Your room is sound proof and well guarded, right Sango?"
She nodded quickly, making sure the door was closed.
"Good," I said softly.
I sat down in a nearby chair. Sango's room had become, more or less, our office and meeting place.
"Go on and tell us what you know Miroku."
Sango quickly sat down, her eyes not leaving Miroku's figure directly situated in front of me.
"Well," he said confidently, "yesterday you were a bit happier than usual. Now, InuYasha's gone and you're down and out of it. You must've gotten some last night and feel down because it's going to be one or two weeks before you get more!"
I covered my eyes and bent my head down, groaning.
"Miroku..." growled Sango loudly.
"I'm right aren't I!"
"Oh, definitely!" I said sarcastically.
His shoulders slumped and he looked pensive.
"You guys haven't talked in about two months. Cute."
"Cute?"
"Yeah. Two months and you guys are still attracted to each other."
"If you say so," I muttered.
"Don't worry. I saw him this morning."
"Where?" I asked frantically, forgetting about appearances.
"The hallway." she said calmly.
"The hallway? Our hallway? This hallway?"
"Yes, this hallway. He was in front of your door, obviously debating whether to enter or not."
"D-Did he?"
"I pushed him in." spoke up Miroku, grinning madly.
"I closed the door." said Sango quickly, avoiding my eyes.
"Five minutes later he came out with some sort of list-"
"With names and numbers." interrupted Sango eagerly.
Numbers? Then a light bulb went off in my head. My cell phone had been on my night stand instead of in my purse. But why would he want my numbers?
"Obviously wants to check up on his property and so forth."
I rolled my eyes at them.
"I swear... you two love each other and think alike."
"Think alike!"
Bingo.
"So you don't deny loving our male friend here?"
"I-"
"I mean you didn't deny it so it must be true, right?"
"Well, I-"
"About time. Have fun getting some tonight Miroku." I said grinning ear to ear.
Sango continued sputtering, red-faced.
"How was your oh so awesome sex last night, huh!"
My eyes widened as Sango turned Miroku's attention to me. A challenge, eh?
"Well let's call InuYasha and ask him, shall we?"
Miroku smiled knowing it was an all-out war raging before his eyes. He handed me his phone, already ringing.
"Speaker phone Kagome," Sango demanded.
"Might as well." I shrugged.
Ah... I wish I had more of a response for this story, like I did for Black and White! I'm highly proud of this story, I see it as well written, as can be expected of an average sixteen year old. Tell friends, get yourself to take a little time and tell me that you like it, you hate it, or what I should improve on. It's much appreciated.