A/N: Bleh. I loathe high school. 'Nuff said.
Oh yeah. I forgot to put up a 'Disclaimer' on the previous chapter. I don't own Inuyasha, nor did I own the song that Miroku sang. It's a song by 'Dashboard Confessional'. So yes. Okay.
I might edit this chapter again. Sorry if there are any typos. I'll fix them at some point. It's Spring Break! Woohoo!
Chapter 19 - Screen Additions
"Inuyasha?" the familiar voice whispers. He sits on the side of a white bed, hands covering his human ears. His fingertips are barely squishing his dog ears for silence.
"Inuyasha?" the feminine whisper continues. He presses harder on his ears in order for the voice to go away. He did not want to hear anything.
Kikyo seemed to keep reappearing in his dreams ever-so-often. Inuyasha didn't desire to see or hear from her. Especially not after her publicity about the relationship with Naraku. He had nothing to do with her, so why continue on? What happened between Inuyasha and her was as good as dead.
"Why are you shutting me out?" She continued to whisper. Inuyasha kept his mouth closed as his dog ears began to twitch underneath his fingers. He did not want to talk back to the dream.
He refused to reply.
"Let me..." the words drifted from her mouth.
"I need to..." Inuyasha hesitantly softened his grasp on his ears out of curiosity. He only caught the beginning words to her sentences.
"I want to..."
"...be with you."
Inuyasha instantly opened his eyes as his head rested on a pillow on the carpet floor. Slowly, he placed his hand on his head to make sure his monthly transformation hadn't occurred. He cursed himself for not remembering the last time he had turned half-demon.
He sat up and looked over at the bed. It was empty. The door to the bedroom was slightly opened and he began to rub his eyes.
"I know this decision is difficult for you, but don't you think it's been bothering me as well?" he heard Kagome's voice from outside of the door. Standing, he slowly peeked outside to see what she was doing.
"I want you to be happy, but I also want you to consider my part in this as well." Kagome talked to herself as she held onto a thick pad of paper. Inuyasha smirked as he watched the young actress move back and forth in the living room.
She was practicing her lines.
"I want to be with you, Etsuya. Really, I do." Kagome pleaded. "But moving to a different era? I've just settled to living here in my home recently. I have my family and friends here. What will become of them?"
Her voice cracked at the few lines. Inuyasha watched as Kagome forced fake tears in her eyes. For a second, his eyes sunk with pity and concern. He quickly resumed his natural composure after realizing that she was only practicing.
Damn she was good.
"I'm not asking for you to stay here with me, Etsuya." Kagome said sternly. "I'm asking for you to make a choice for your own happiness. For your own future – even if it is one without me."
"So what am I supposed to choose?" Inuyasha lightly whispered from behind the door.
"I want you to direct your own life." Kagome said sadly. "What do you want to choose?" Kagome asked while imagining her co-star in front of her.
"My life? I have no direction whatsoever for my life." Inuyasha said out loud as he pushed open his bedroom door and walked towards Kagome. She nearly jumped at his entrance. Placing a hand over her beating chest, she chuckled slightly at her fright. Before she could speak, Inuyasha began to continue with his line.
"But if I leave you, all hopes of life will be fatal." Inuyasha gently lifted Kagome's hand into his. His violet eyes dug deep into her brown ones. "I love you. And I don't want to walk away without you knowing that it is you."
"Etsuya, you don't understa–" Kagome began to continue along.
"If I leave now, we will never live the lives that we both desire." Inuyasha cut her in. His face inched closer to hers. "And I will also be walking away from the only life that I know I'll love before even living it."
Kagome felt her chest pounding with extreme nervousness. Her cheeks burned pink at Inuyasha's words. He seemed so sincere with what he said and that gave Kagome such an odd feeling. Odd, but nonetheless good.
"Wow..." Kagome blinked with perplexity. Inuyasha smirked and turned around towards the kitchen.
"I thought filming doesn't start till 8?" he asked while looking through the refrigerator. Kagome shrugged and tossed the script on the glass table.
"I wanted to be more prepared. And besides, someone gave me a tip that reading lines out loud made it easier to memorize them." Kagome said as she winked at Inuyasha. He rolled his eyes.
He picked up an apple and sat down on the couch to turn on the television. Kagome followed and sat down next to him.
"So what did you think?" she asked eagerly. Her hand clutched on one of the pillows with anticipation. Inuyasha observed her with amusement, but shrugged.
"About what?" he asked carelessly. He wanted to laugh at the disappointment placed on Kagome's face. It was like watching a child frown after missing the ice cream man truck.
"About the scene!" Kagome continued to try. "Am I doing better?"
Well this was a first. She was asking him for criticism?
"Feh." he answered nonchalantly.
"Feh?" Kagome repeated with disbelief. Sure, she knew she wasn't exactly the best actress, but she knew that she was better than a simple 'Feh!'.
"What do you want me to say?" Inuyasha asked carelessly as he turned to look at her. Kagome placed a finger on her chin as she thought.
"The truth would be nice." she smiled sweetly. For a moment, Inuyasha just looked at her smiling. It was so innocent that it made the corners of his lips rise.
"Honest truth?" Inuyasha asked.
"And nothing but the truth!" Kagome answered excitedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Really, really sure?"
"More sure than I've ever been."
"Not a single white lie?"
"Nope. I want the bold truth."
"So no lies?"
"INUYASHA!" Kagome whined as she lightly hit his head with a pillow. She giggled. What a beautiful sound.
"Okay," Inuyasha began as he tried to hide a small grin.
To be honest, she was surprised that he didn't yell at her for hitting him with the pillow.
"Your posture was a bit stiff, making the audience a bit hesitant over how you're feeling. Facial expressions are also very important schemes, so you've got to work on those." he began. Kagome's lips made a small frown. But hey! This was criticism, right? Every actress had to be a victim of the good and the bad.
"And your tears," Inuyasha continued. Kagome gulped as she tried to prepare herself for what he was going to say. She had worked so hard as to forcing tears in her eyes. It was simply something that took a lot of practice.
"They were perfect." he finished. Kagome's eyes lit up with surprise. Perfect? They were perfect!
"Really?" she asked with a wide smile. Inuyasha looked away and bit into his apple.
"Don't get overconfident. They might've been perfect offset, but when we're filming is when it really counts." He casually got up and threw away the eaten apple. "Keep practicing though." He called out casually while walking towards the bathroom to take a shower.
After Kagome heard the sound of the door close, she raised her arms in the air and made a gesture of triumph. Swinging her arms in the air, she cheered herself on for accomplishing the scene's tears.
She jumped with excitement. Inuyasha, an award-winning actor whom incredibly despised her, had just complimented her work! Oh yes, this was a nice morning.
Kagome stood up from the couch and began to dance. She smiled broadly as she walked towards the window. While dancing along the glass of the window she began to sing to herself.
"Oh what a wonderful morning," she sang. "Oh what a wonderful day. Oh what a wonderful feeling. Every thing's–"
Inuyasha cleared his throat in the background. He held a smug smile on his face as he leaned his arm on the bathroom's door frame.
Kagome tripped on her foot at the sudden sound. She immediately fell down on the carpet floor – her face red with embarrassment.
Inuyasha chuckled as he shook his head. He glared at Kagome with disbelief. Yep. This was his wife.
Sitting up straight, Kagome pushed some hair in the back of her ear. Her cheeks still burned with embarrassment.
"...going my way?" he finished her sentence. Laughing nervously, Kagome nodded her head. He smirked.
"Weren't you going to take a shower?" Kagome asked as she stood up and straightened out her pajamas. She tried to breath in order for her blushing to cease.
"I was," Inuyasha said. "But someone replaced contents of the bathroom. What the hell did you do with my shampoo?"
Kagome stood with her mouth agape. The nerve of him!
"If by 'shampoo' you mean that disgusting thick bottle of goo, then I'll gladly tell you that I threw it away and replaced it with something of better effect. You know, one that actually cleans the hair." She stood up akimbo and glared irritatingly at the whining actor.
"Well the next time you want to throw away good shampoo," Inuyasha began. "Don't."
"Good shampoo?" Kagome replied with disbelief. "Did you even look inside the bottle? It was filled with God-Knows-What and it didn't even smell good!"
"Neat-freak.." Inuyasha muttered..
"Hygiene-supporter." Kagome corrected. Inuyasha just scoffed as he turned back and closed the door behind him to the bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, Kagome sighed. Looking down at the window of the hotel room, she smiled and began to sing once again.
"Everything is going my way."
Miroku yawned as he heard the ruffling of papers behind him. He felt the sunlight shine on his eyelids. He stretched on the couch and shifted his position as he clutched his pillow.
"Rise and shine, Mr. Houshi. You've got a long day ahead of you." Sango's voice awoke him. He looked up towards the kitchen table and saw her back facing him.
"I see I'm back to a last name reference." he said in a tired, yet audible voice.
"Of course you are," Sango replied. "You have to be really special for me to call you by your first name." she teased.
"Either that, or make an ass of myself."
"And so far you've chosen the second route."
"Can't the reasons be conjoined?"
"I guess we'll have to see." Sango replied with a small smile on her lips that Miroku couldn't see. He just chuckled.
Miroku yawned as he sat up on the couch.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily.
"6:50."
"Wake me up in 4 more hours." Miroku said tiredly as he fell back onto the couch.
"Miroku!" Sango exclaimed as she looked back at him. She wore her thin-framed glasses with her hair in a bun. "Today is the day you resume filming, remember?"
He replied with a groan.
"Take responsibility." Sango encouraged.
Groan.
"Be a man."
Shift.
"Make Rin proud."
Miroku's eyes shot open. He sat up and looked at Sango with a grin. She looked at him confused.
"Ah, yes. Little Rin." Miroku stood up and stretched. "I'm guessing you two were better acquainted last night?"
Sango turned her back towards him and continued looking through her papers.
"I suppose you could say that." she replied. "She's a sweet girl."
Miroku nodded in agreement.
The two stood in silence. The only sound in the room was the ruffling of Sango's papers.
Miroku wished he could hear what Sango was thinking. Surely the mention of Rin brought back thoughts about his performance. What was she thinking?
"I never knew you could perform like that." she finally spoke.
"What? With a guitar?" Miroku asked as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Or sing?"
"Well, both." Sango placed her papers down and looked at him. "I never knew you ever performed in places like that. Not to mention the fact that you're considered as 'legendary'."
A small grin appeared on Miroku's lips as he drank his juice.
"Sango my dear," he began as he sat down across from her. "There are many things that I am capable of doing – I just choose not to do them."
"I'll take your word for that, Mr. Houshi." Sango replied with no emotion. She resumed looking through her papers and glancing at her cell phone. Miroku frowned.
She was back to being the regular Taijiya. Not Sango. She was Taijiya. Big difference.
"You had fun last night, didn't you?" Miroku cut in. His heart began to pound a second faster as her eyes shifted towards him through the rims of her glasses. She was amazing.
"It was..." Sango said slowly. "A new experience."
He frowned.
"Bull." Miroku said with disbelief. "You had fun and you know it."
"I think I would know if I had fun or not." Sango defended herself.
"No, you wouldn't." Miroku continued to tease her. Sango placed her elbows on top of her papers.
"Mr. Houshi," she said sternly. "Are you inferring that you know me better than I know myself?"
"I never said that, dear Sango." he smiled slyly. "However, perhaps that is what you are thinking."
"Now you're shitting me." Sango placed her eyes back down at her paper. Her knee moved up and down as she tried to concentrate on her work.
"Dear Sango! Why would I choose to 'shit' you? Which, might I add, is improper language for a very proper woman."
"Don't act like you know me," Sango said seriously. "Because no matter how much you think you do, you don't."
"All I'm saying is that I think you had fun yesterday." Miroku held out his arms in innocence. "Did you?"
Sango paused, and then sighed.
"Listen, Mr. Houshi. I am not going to be a victim of guilty pleasures while on the job." She said while flipping open her phone.
"Guilty pleasures?" Miroku asked. Sango tapped her foot on the tiled floor nervously. She gulped nervously. "What guilty pleasures?"
Silence.
Sango tensed as she sat down and fiddled with her phone. She felt Miroku's eyes on her. Hopefully, if she kept quiet he would let the question slide.
"Sango?"
Okay, maybe not.
Damnit, Miroku. Sango thought to herself.
Why was she so nervous? And why couldn't she allow herself to answer one simple question: 'Did you have fun last night?'
For the first time in Sango's life, she didn't have the answers to everything. It seemed that way ever since the filming of this movie started. A change, she found it to be. Though she wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worse.
"What guilty pleasures?" Miroku asked again, cutting into her thoughts. Her mind cracked.
"As in you!" she exclaimed. Her eyes widened as the words escaped her lips. Miroku sat back in his chair, a look of disbelief on in his face. In a few seconds, Sango dialed Kagome's number and began to call it.
Standing up, she placed the phone towards her ear and made her way towards the door.
"...–r performance. Your performance." Sango tried to correct herself as she walked. Miroku remained silent. "I meant to say your performance."
Miroku turned around in his chair to face her, but she cut him off before he could speak.
"I've got to call Kagome." Sango said nervously. She bit her lip as she held onto the doorknob.
Turning around, she looked at Miroku. Biting her lip, she closed her flip phone for a few minutes.
"And for the record," she said softly. "I did enjoy the day off yesterday."
And with that, she closed the door. Miroku felt his lips rise in a wide smile. He knew she'd enjoyed it.
He just knew it.
Kagome sighed as she opened the door to the set. Though she loved acting, it was just so aggravating at times. Not to mention the fact that she tried memorizing her daily lines the night before filming.
"Kagome!" Sango's voice echoed. Kagome looked up and smiled as her temporary manager came speeding towards her. "We need to get you into costume and makeup. Filming is about to begin."
"It's nice to see you too, Sango." Kagome said jokingly as she was rushed to the costume and makeup rooms.
Minutes later, Inuyasha arrived through the same door. He was met by Miroku as the two exchanged handshakes.
"Where the hell were you yesterday?" Inuyasha spat with annoyance as he and Miroku began to walk through the set. "I tried calling your phone but there was no answer."
"Well that's a first." Miroku said jokingly as he chuckled. "I was out."
"Doing what?" Inuyasha huffed. "Picking up prostitutes?"
"Alas, dear Inuyasha. You have much to learn." Miroku sighed. "For I am not one to hire women to degrade themselves of their bodies and innocence."
"Keh!" Inuyasha flung his arms with disinterest. "So what did you do?"
"If you must know, I spent the day with the Lovely Sango."
"Taijiya!" Inuyasha exclaimed. Seconds later, he shook his head and began to snicker. "What did you do to convince her?"
"There need not be convincing, Inuyasha. We merely spent the day enjoying each other's company." Miroku replied, a bit disappointed that Inuyasha thought he needed a threat in order for Sango to accompany him.
"Feh. Whatever." Inuyasha shrugged. "How many slaps did you get this time?"
Miroku took the time to think about this. He hadn't pulled any lecherous maneuvers all day. She hadn't gotten entirely mad at him. Not entirely, that is.
"Like I said, Inuyasha. We spent the day enjoying each other's company." Miroku said proudly. "There were no reasons for slaps or punishments."
Inuyasha just smirked with disbelief. Though it didn't seem like it, he was quite amazed with Miroku's accomplishments.
"Inuyasha?" Miroku suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Your hair smells like Herbal Essences." Miroku tried to hold back his laughter. Inuyasha's eyes narrowed.
Suddenly Miroku felt the weight of Inuyasha's fist on his head.
"The wench changed my shampoo!" Inuyasha defended. Miroku got up and dusted off his shirt. He shook his head as he laughed. Inuyasha stomped off towards the costume room.
Miroku called out his name and forced him to turn around. Expecting an apology, Inuyasha formed a smug smile and turned to looked at the black-haired director. His smile disappeared.
There Miroku was, standing under an invisible shower head as he rubbed his hands in his hair full of invisible shampoo. He imitated a woman from an Herbal Essences commercial.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Miroku exclaimed in a high pitched tone as he 'washed his hair'.
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed.
No sooner did Miroku's imitation come to a halt as he was hit forcefully and painfully by a large, round donut. The white powder clung to his black hair. Inuyasha's stomps were echoed through the set.
"He serenaded you!" Kagome squeaked in her seat as Sango sat on the edge of the table with a bright pink face.
"We can't say that he did." Sango bit her lip. "He was singing to an audience of people. It would be wrong to assume that the song was towards me..."
"Oh Sango," Kagome giggled as she shook her head. "Trust me when I say: That song was totally for you."
Sango's blush deepened.
"It's all so romantic." Kagome sighed dreamily. Sango raised an eyebrow at the starry-eyed actress.
"Kagome! Don't think such things. Mr. Houshi's just being his regular perverted self." Sango crossed her arms across her chest.
"He hadn't made a single perverted gesture the whole day yesterday, Sango." Kagome informed. Sango scoffed.
"And how would you know?"
"Well, you didn't mention any." Kagome shrugged. "I just would've figured."
"Oh, please. Just because I haven't mentioned any doesn't mean that they weren't done." Sango hissed.
"Okay then," Kagome said slowly. "Then tell me, Sango. Did he complete a perverted gesture?"
Sango huffed as she opened her mouth to speak. Before any words came out, she found herself pausing. Kagome gave her a triumphant grin.
"Well, he..." Sango began, but found her voice trailing off. "His hand..."
"Uh-huh..." Kagome said unimpressed. Sango stammered out her words as she helplessly tried pinpointing a perverted gesture.
"He tried to..." Sango bit her lip. There was silence between the two as Sango sat in contemplation. Suddenly, a scene was caught into her head and she shot up, almost making Kagome jump from her seat.
"A-ha!" Sango exclaimed. "He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer while we were talking to someone."
Kagome raised an eye brow.
"What?" Sango's triumph faded. "He did!"
"I'm sure." Kagome said wryly. Sango began explaining the situation at the beach. "Look, Sango. It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that I don't see how it's a sign of lechery."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Sango said in defense. "He's a lech! How dare he enter my personal bubble while in front of people! It's rude and it completely—"
"Swept you off your feet?" Kagome said with a smile. Sango rolled her eyes as she picked up her clipboard and sat down. "Something's gotta be up. I mean, think about it Sango. You just used the term personal bubble. That was like, what? Third grade?"
"Not the most professional term, but it still works." Sango said proudly. "And there is no chance Mr. Houshi could ever sweep me off my feet. They're too deeply implanted in layers of paperwork." Sango muttered. Kagome rolled her eyes and sighed.
"What ever happened to 'Give it a chance. He's a great guy.'." Kagome mimicked. Sango placed down her clipboard.
"I was talking about Inuyasha. Mr. Houshi is a completely different guy."
"Yeah." Kagome scoffed. "He's way better."
"Oh trust me," Sango snorted. "Houshi is...just..."
"Charming?" Kagome suggested. Sango snapped her head with a 'no'.
"Polite?" she tried again.
No.
"Handome?"
Gorgeous is more like it, Sango thought in her head. Blushing, she shook away her thoughts, and gave Kagome a gesture that lied 'no'.
"Intelligent?" Kagome asked.
"Kagome, I can finish this sentence alone." Sango gave her a small smile. Sighing, Kagome nodded her head and became silent.
Kagome waited for Sango to finish her sentence. Unfortunately, that took longer than expected. Kagome's hair and makeup was finished before Sango could even describe the perverted director on her own.
Getting up from her seat, Kagome turned to face Sango.
"Sango, you're my best friend and I wouldn't lie to you at all." she stated. Sango nodded her head. "And as a friend, I should inform that..." Kagome placed her hand on Sango's shoulder.
"...You're completely sprung off of Miroku."
Before Sango could even deny Kagome's statement, the young actress headed out of the room towards the set. Sango looked outside of the door and sighed. She turned her head to face the giant mirror.
Her face was a blushing pink.
Agh! Why did this always happen? Especially when talking about him! Things were just getting harder and harder for Sango.
Highlighting the fact that she felt more than she wanted to for Mr. Houshi.
Much more.
"So what am I supposed to choose?" Etsuya asked helplessly as he sheathed his sword. Asami stood with her knees weak and her head down. Her arms wrapped around herself.
"I want you to direct your own life." Asami said sadly as she struggled to keep her voice clear. "What do you want to choose?"
Remember, Kagome. Perfect tears. Perfect tears. Perfect tears. Kagome chanted in her mind.
"My life?" Inuyasha broke her thoughts as he took a step closer. "I have no direction whatsoever for my life."
"But if I leave you, all hopes of life will be fatal." Etsuya said as he swept Asami into his arms. "I love you. And I don't want to walk away without you knowing that it is you."
For a moment, Kagome completely forgot her next line. All she thought about was the fact that Inuyasha's gaze was upon her. His words were directed to her. His heart belonged to her.
"Et-Etsuya, you don't understa–" Asami said, unable to keep herself from stuttering.
"If I leave now, we will never live the lives that we both desire." Etsuya cut her in. His face inched closer to hers.
Kagome hid herself gulping out of nervousness.
"...and I will also be walking away from the only life that I know I'll love before even living it." Etsuya continued as he whispered the words in Asami's ear.
Kagome felt her heart beating once again. It was the exact same effect Inuyasha had placed on her at the hotel. Only now, their faces were in a close distance that didn't seem to nerve Kagome a tiny bit.
I mean, only a tiny bit, right? Tiny...
"Cut!" Miroku's voice came in. He clapped his hands together and gave a triumphant yell. "Okay, that was good people, but we don't want good. What we want is great.!"
"What we need is rest." Kagome muttered to as she stood with her arms folded across her chest. Inuyasha snickered at her comment. Kagome gave him a small smile.
Ignoring their comments, Miroku pondered to himself just exactly what the scene needed. Sure, it was fantastic as is, but something could've made it better. More intense. More serious. More serene.
...More romantic.
Just then, a light bulb instantly went off in his head.
"A-ha!" he said suddenly, causing Sango to nearly fall out of the seat next to him. "A kiss is what we need! That's just it. A kiss!"
"A what!" Sango, Inuyasha, and Kagome exclaimed simultaneously. The rest of the stage's crew watched them with curiosity.
"There's no way in hell I'm kissing Higurashi!" Inuyasha called over, making several crew men mutter words for volunteering for the act.
"It's not like I'm looking forward to kissing you either, dough-head." Kagome mumbled under her breath. Inuyasha's eyes narrowed down at her.
"Mr. Houshi," Sango bit down. "Mind explaining what you're trying to do?"
"Relax, Sango. I'm not trying to start anything or play the part as Cupid." Miroku told her. "I'm merely trying to make this movie spectacular! A kiss would be a wonderful addition, don't you think?"
"I'm having no part in this." Sango shook her head as she resumed looking through papers attached to her clipboard. "You're the director."
Miroku grinned widely. "Exactly."
The director turned over to look at Inuyasha and Kagome, the two were arguing once again. Miroku sighed.
"Would you just get over it, Inuyasha? It's just a kiss!" Kagome said bitterly.
"How do I know what's been on your lips? I might get herpes!" Inuyasha fought in return. Kagome's huff echoed.
"Herpes! You must be joking." she exclaimed. "If anyone should be worried as to what's on whose lips, it should be me! You don't even know how to properly wash your hands, let alone your face!"
"I hope you two are finished flirting – because I'd really like to finish this scene." Miroku said dully as his voice echoed. He stood up from his chair and walked over towards the two. "Besides, you both are married, what's the problem?" he grinned.
Inuyasha mentally cursed him for using such an alibi.
"Fine." Inuyasha and Kagome muttered as their backs faced each other.
"Good." Miroku nodded his head. "Now, I want this to be a simple, sweet kiss. Not too passionate and smothering, but romantic enough to make your audience swoon. Remember, this is only a jest of what's in store for further filming."
"I have to kiss her more than once?" Inuyasha groaned. A vein popped on Kagome's forehead as she smack the back of his head. Before he would retaliate, Miroku cleared his throat.
"Inuyasha, first I want you to resume holding Kagome as you did before." he instructed. Inuyasha looked over at Kagome, who merely glared at him in return. Miroku waited for them to get closer.
Rolling her eyes, Kagome inched towards Inuyasha as he brought his arm around her waist. The two sighed with aggravation.
"Then what?" Inuyasha asked.
"As you say your last line, I want you two to look at each other with eyes that say: Damnit, I love you." Miroku nodded fiercely.
"Damnit, I love you?" Sango repeated from behind. She scoffed. "Yeah, that's romantic, Houshi."
"Glad you think so, Dear Sango." he turned around and smiled at her sweetly.
Turning back to the two actors, Miroku gestured for them to practice. They did as told, but he was still unsatisfied. They followed this pattern several times.
"No, no, no," Miroku shook his head. "I want you to hold her–"
"And what do you call what I'm doing!" Inuyasha snapped as his body was pressed against Kagome's with his arm around her waist.
"Yes, but where is the passion? Where is the purity? Where is the love?" Miroku said seriously.
"Up your ass." Inuyasha muttered under his breath, causing Kagome to giggle slightly on his chest.
"So within a few seconds of pure silence and gazes, I want you two to–"
"Slowly come towards each other's face and create a sweet, soft kiss." Inuyasha and Kagome repeated dully.
"Perfect!" Miroku said proudly as he began walking back to his seat next to Sango. "We're starting off at '..and I will also be walking away..'." Inuyasha nodded his head in agreement.
"Action!" Miroku called out.
"..and I will also be walking away from the only life that I know I'll love before even living it." Etsuya whispered in Asami's ear. The two gazed into another's eyes. Kagome and Inuyasha patiently waited for Miroku's cue.
Here it goes... Kagome thought nervously to herself.
Cue in: Kiss now.
Inuyasha's arms around Kagome's waist tightened as he moved closer towards her lips. Kagome closed her eyes as she followed suit and waited until her lips met his.
In less than a second, their lips finally touched.
Kagome's heart began to pound faster as she felt Inuyasha's lips on hers. Her head began to feel dizzy at the intensity. Her mind was flushed with nothingness and all she could think of was how the kiss felt.
Inuyasha found their kiss deepening more than planned. His head slowly turned to the side as they kept their lips in tact. His eyes were closed – focusing on the kiss. Kagome's lips were soft and sweet – making him crave more.
It was tempting.
Inuyasha's kiss was gentle enough to make Kagome continue on. He was not rough as to where the pressure of their skin was clamped. Yet, he was not terribly gentle as to making it seem like she was kissing air.
It was enchanting.
"Cut." Miroku finally said. The set was silent as they all watched the two on screen.
Inuyasha and Kagome immediately parted at the final end of the scene and merely stared at each other. They tried to manage their intense breathing.
"I guess we're done for today." Miroku said nonchalantly as he looked behind his shoulder at Sango and smiled. "Cupid couldn't have done it better than that." he whispered to her. She shook her head and smiled.
"G-good scene." Kagome stuttered as she walked passed him towards the dressing rooms. She walked quickly with her fingertips outlining her lips.
Inuyasha merely stood still in the same area where she had left him. He looked over at Miroku, who seemed to be grinning in his direction. Miroku gave Inuyasha two thumbs up. The actor looked away and began to walk to his dressing room.
They both replayed the kiss in their minds as they undressed from their screen clothes. The taste. The touch. The feeling. They were completely infatuated with the thought of their lips on top of each other's.
And infatuation, mind you, was not something written on their scripts.