Disclaimer: I don't own, so you don't sue. Also the song also does not belong to me. Its is "Behing these hazel eyes" by Kelly Clarkson.
Eyes On Me
Chapter 1: Hell On Earth.
She painted on the dark make-up with think strokes. Black eyeliner followed by eye shadow, fading into a dim, smoky gray, touching her eyebrows. She sighed at her reflection. Tugging at the corner of her uniform, she tried not to make a face. This was disgusting. The tight black tube top was barely letting her breath, and the short skirt, though allowing free movement, didn't feel all that comfortable. A stranger stared at her from the mirror. That couldn't possibly be her…
"You're on in five." A voice interrupted her thoughts of self-disgust. She walked over to the high-heeled boots in the corner. Zipping them up, she took a few chains and hung them around her waist. Spiked bracelets circled her wrists and a sword was strapped to her back. They were going for the sexy yet dangerous look. She walked back to the mirror and frowned at her reflection. She was such a fake. She pulled on her hair. The usually wavy curves were straightened to perfection, not one hair out of place. Held up into to half ponytails on each side of her face, it seemed somewhat childish, clashing with the seductive/dangerous look her out-fit gave off.
She cocked her head to the side, smiling widely at the mirror. The plastic smile. The one that got her such high tips. It even looked fake. She almost got fired a few times for being rude to the customers. If she did it again, she was gone. And as much as she wanted too, this was the only job she had at the time.
"One minute and you're on." The voice echoed down the hall. She sighed at her reflection one last time, before turning to the door and walking out. She passed by other girls running around backstage, trying to change among groups practicing and pushing. She was so lucky to have her own change room, no matter how small.
She got to the back of the stage, peeking at the audience from behind the curtain. Some faces were regulars, some were new. She looked to the stage. The performance was almost done. The last few beats of the song finished and the dancers froze in their last pose. The lights flashed off and back on in a few seconds, giving the dancers time to straighten up and catch their breath. The lights flashed back on and the applause exploded. The dancers smiled and waved, seemingly unaware that they barely had any clothes on, and that this was possibly the worst possible job. She shook her head and moved back as the tired dancers walked proudly behind the curtain. As soon as they were no longer in front of the audience, their smiles turned into scowls and screams went around of "Move!" or "Water!"
Soon, the place cleared up, and the announcement went on introducing the next performance. She wasn't nervous. She's done this all before. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The first beats of her song floated from the speakers and her eyes snapped open.
The curtain moved back and she stood in the middle, a microphone planted in front of her mouth. She walked forward, confident. She knew this routine. It was the one she split with Sango. She was going to get tons of tips today…
"Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong"
She walked to center stage, head up high, singing the practiced lines. Her eyes closed, waiting. Moments later, someone was behind her. Sango's intro.
"Your arms around me tight
everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothing' could go wrong"
Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back up against someone. Her eyes snapped open. She spun in the loose embrace, coming face to face with Sango. She gave an almost invisible nod and Sango's arms let go. She slid to the floor. Head down.
"Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on"
She fell back, legs together, arms spread about her form, same with her hair. They made this routine with two girls. Since this was a stripper club, mostly guys came, and since most guys came, girl on girl action was a huge hit. And, of course, Sango and her knew each other for long enough to be comfortable with this, even though both were straight.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one"
Her head snapped to the side, eyes shut as she hit the right notes with her voice. Looking straight up, she arched her back, cursing the tight shirt mentally.
"Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes"
She sat up half way, her legs changing position to one up and one bend in half. She shook her head at Sango, emphasizing the words of the song. Her eyes definitely weren't hazel, but a brilliant blue. She shut them in case someone decided to check.
"I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life"
In a blink of an eye, she was up, walking closer to the edge of the stages. It helped that she took gymnastic classes when she was younger. She got to her destination. The striper poles. Oh how she hated this part…
"Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on"
The wrapped one leg around the pole, as her arms got a grip on it a bit higher. She pressed her chest to it, and arched her back, then moved back. It was a professional move, and she had enough practice to pull it off. Again it was Sango's part. And right on cue, someone was behind her. Sango's time to sing. She was almost done.
The music kept playing. And the routine went by smoothly enough. She slid down the pole, crawling to the side. The hated the outfits. Right now, she was giving a nice view of her ass to half the audience. She got to the right spot. Rolling from her crawling position onto her back, she lifted her legs up. One, two, three and- split, twist, open. Again. Cross legs. Down. Roll over. God, you'd think she was a dog. Legs apart. Slide hands up legs. Keep going. Up to your breasts. And to the sides. Head to the side. Look up. Arms up. Forward. Done!
The last notes of music ended, and they were in their final positions. The lights blinked of, and she relaxed for a second before straightening right before they blinked back on. The audience exploded with applause, and a few whistles and catcalls sounded throughout the place. They bowed. Has she mentioned she hated this top?
Walking offstage was probably the best part of the performance. It meant they were done. She didn't like the audience today. Something was off. Something big. Shrugging it off on her stressed nerves she waltzed back to her room. The sad thing? She couldn't even splash cold water on her face. Her make up was going to flow in black rivers down her face. Even worse? She still had to work as a waitress here today. Oh, how she hated this job.
Hi. New story.. I know, I know, I just wanted to make another one. This one is an Inu/Kag for sure. Don't like, don't read, but if you do, then review! ..Oh look, it rhymes..
Later.
Kira.