Fame?
Chapter 8: Vegas, Baby!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, folkies! But I love you, so review!
The doorbell rang promptly at five that night, and Kagome rushed to answer it. She was dressed in a low cut shimmering crimson dress she was wearing for her shoot today and had her hair done up in with hair sticks. She still wasn't finished with her makeup but knew she could get someone to do her makeup for her at the shoot. She threw open the door and came face to face with Inuyasha, dressed in a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. She smiled at him awkwardly.
"Hi Inuyasha, how are you?" She said, noticing a slight red that could be mistaken as a blush on his cheeks. He offered her a hand and she stepped out of her house into the warm Californian night wrapped only in a black shawl. He still hadn't said anything as they neared the gate, until she tripped in her heels and flew towards the ground. She closed her eyes anticipating the impact when he caught her swiftly in his arms.
"I don't know how someone so clumsy became a model." He muttered, and tried to avoid eye contact with her. Kagome almost was offended, but noticed how he hadn't set her down. He carried her to the limousine and set her on her feet before opening the door.
"Thank you, Inuyasha..." She said slowly as he shut the door. He slid in beside her and began to look at her schedule.
"You have to be in Las Vegas in 1 hour." He said, reading off the information. Kagome flipped around to face him.
"Wait, Las Vegas? You mean I'm not going to that studio? Why am I going to Vegas?" She cried, very disoriented after that news.
"You're appearing on a T.V. show, Kagome..." He said, raising an eyebrow. "You were alerted of this last weekend..."
Kagome could only give him a blank stare. Was she really losing it already? They started off, a long trip ahead of them.
The car pulled up to an old building that remained lightless, even at 9 in the night. From where the car was parked the building appeared to be in different stages of crumbling.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Kagome called hesitantly to her driver, a young woman they had hired for this trip because Inuyasha was only supposed to be an attendant.
"Yes, Miss Kagome, this is the address and the GPS tracker gave me this place." She said confidently. Kagome shrugged and looked at Inuyasha.
"Shall we?"
Inuyasha opened the door for her and she stepped out on hard weather-worn pavement. They walked toward the solid oak door, Kagome's heels making an eerie clacking noise that echoed through the still night. Kagome though it was odd for Las Vegas to be so silent, but she assumed it was for the shoot. Inuyasha raised his fist and pounded on the door. They waited for a response, his amber eyes looking from her to the darkness surrounding them.
"Kagome, something isn't right." He whispered finally. They heard footsteps coming to the door, and before Inuyasha could say more it cracked open with a painful creak of protest.
"May I help you?" A young woman asked, flashing an uncertain smile at the pair on the front steps. Inuyasha stared at her, and grabbed Kagome's hand protectively.
"Kagome's here for a photo shoot. Is this the right place?" He hissed, his suspicious eyes narrowing. The woman looked baffled at his angry stare, but nodded anyway.
"Yes, please come in. I hope you like the secluded location." She muttered. Her cheery smile was gone now, and she had only looks of distaste for Inuyasha. Kagome raised an eyebrow at his nervous paranoia… it was silly. She hadn't been afraid… heh heh…
They walked down the hall of a shabby apartment. Kagome caught quick glances of a run-down living room and kitchen as they walked even farther into the building. The woman, who introduced herself as Ruth, led them to a back door before stopping.
"Before you go out, Kagome, I want to make sure you're completely ready. The photographers are going to want to get right to work." She said smiling. She clearly didn't hold Inuyasha's overprotective-ness against her. Or maybe it was just because she was famous. Either way, she wasn't one to complain. She already was a bit skeptical about the location. So far it looked like a dump. She gave a half-hearted shrug, remembering that her makeup wasn't all the way complete. Oh well, these people working in this dump couldn't really expect that much from her.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said weakly. Ruth just smiled.
"I'm sure you'll love the location Miss Kagome."
The door creaked open and they were met with a view of a backyard. It was like something out of a fairy tale. Kagome gasped as she took it all in and felt her eyes grow teary. The entire space was filled with dark crimson roses, all growing, in vases or otherwise scattered. There were even rose petals. Ruth led her straight over to a small pond, complete with the moon's reflection and floating roses.
"Sit here and wait. I'll have Leonard come over and he'll tell you how he wants you to pose." She chirped excitedly. She went off in search of Kagome's photographer and she was left alone in the company of Inuyasha. Kagome was still completely mesmerized by the site and was left completely speechless, or nearly so anyways.
"It's beautiful…" She moaned, and sunk to the rose covered ground. "I thought we were in the wrong place too."
When Inuyasha didn't reply, she looked towards him. His eyes were locked in hers, and they were glazed over. She cocked her head at him, blinking in confusion. Didn't he like it?
"Inuyasha… what's wrong?" She asked, biting her lip nervously. He snapped to attention, his eyes wandering over her face.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said, but his eyes weren't looking at the scenery.
They were locked on her.
A.N: Okay, that is so cliché… I know… sue me later, cry over the cuteness now. Oh yeah, beat me up over the slow updates later too. I'm too cute to die! –sigh- lol, sometimes I'm such a dork. Anyway, please tell me if you like it because I know it's a bit different then most of the story so far. I don't really know where I'm going… besides in circles… so yeah. :-P Please review for the starving author.