Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Yahoo! Scroll Fifteen is finally here! Sorry it took so long! I'm a very busy bee this year! Er…last year. And Cerulean San, you're gonna be here (wearing your red kimono, of course.)! Yay! I know it's short, but please enjoy it!

Another thing, keep in mind when you're reading this that Inuyasha, although cute, is not very bright (when it comes to girls, anyway).

Scroll Fifteen
Lose Control:
Part II

She was beautiful.

Actually, that was putting it very lightly.

Her eyes, her lips, her hair, her skin, even her nose for crying out loud, were in perfect proportion to the shape of her face. Her skin so snowy-white. Her hair a stunning ebony. Her lips so ruby-red. And her eyes, her cinnamon-sweet eyes outlined in black with her long, fluttering eyelashes. Where had he seen those eyes before, so mysterious and so lovely? And why was he so captivated?

She also seemed very entranced by him. She stared hard at his face, as if not believing what she was seeing. Where had he seen those eyes?

He wanted to say something to her, anything, but he was at a sudden loss for words. It felt as if someone had just knocked the wind out of him, and he was having a hard time keeping pace with the music. 'I know I've seen her somewhere before…but where?'

Almost immediately, he noticed his rough grip on her hand and loosened up a bit. He hadn't noticed how soft her hands were. "I…" he began, trying to think of something to say to her. "Do you live around here?" he asked, and slapped himself mentally for asking such a stupid question.

She didn't say anything at first, too busy still staring at his facial features. But when he asked again, it seemed his voice had broken whatever spell she was under and she looked dazed for a moment. She blinked hard and looked away, taking a sudden interest in the wooden floor. "Yes," she murmured without looking at him.

He wanted to look at her face again, in hopes that if he stared at it long enough, he might remember where he had seen her before. But Ayumi refused to make eye contact, and the sudden drain of warmth from her hands made him realize she must have seen something to startle her.

The orchestra, not having finished the pervious melody, started to play a new song, a much slower one. Inuyasha slowed down his pace, and led Ayumi more gently into the dance. Something about her made him treat her more gently. He was certain now he'd met her before, but who could she be? He hardly knew any humans, much less female humans. In fact, the only female human he'd engaged in conversation with was the priestess Kikyou…

Wait!

Kikyou!

"Hey…Kikyou," he said. All of the sudden, Ayumi's body went stiff, and even through the layer of white make-up he could see the color on her cheeks drain from her face as her eyes slowly widened. "Do you know her?"

For a reason Inuyasha could not comprehend, Ayumi collapsed onto him; her knees had gotten weak from all the dancing he guessed.

He held her gently until she regained her composure, not noticing the stares they were receiving from the other dancers dancing around them. "Hey, don't faint here," he said. "So do you know her? She was supposed to come here tonight," he said carefully, trying to sound as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I-uh, wasn't aware of that," said Ayumi, grabbing on to Inuyasha's shoulders as if her life depended on it.

"So you do know her?" he asked.

"I've…seen her now and then," she said in her squeaky voice. "May I ask, what is your relation to her?"

Inuyasha wasn't expecting that question. However, he quickly remembered he was a Prince tonight, and he answered indifferently, "I'm her future husband."

"Oh really?" she responded. He could see she was trying to hide her surprise to the news. "I didn't know she was engaged. She is a priestess after all."

"What the hell does that mean?" asked Inuyasha, curious as to why Ayumi would say that.

"Well, I heard priestesses can't marry, or have any sort of relationships with a man that is not friendship," she said timidly, as if being sorry for bearing the bad news to him.

"What!" he exclaimed, ignoring the startled looks thrown at him by the other dancers. Then why did Tomonori say he was engaged to Kikyou?

"I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, my lord, but I speak the truth," she said sincerely.

"There must be some exception!" he said, as if Ayumi was an expert in marriage.

"I suppose, if the priestess wishes it, she could marry. But she'd have to give up all her duties and powers."

The part of him that was happy for hearing Kikyou could not marry Tomonori quickly dissolved to nothing, and he frowned at the thought of Kikyou giving up everything she was for that idiot Tomonori.

"She must be very fond of you for her to give up everything for you…"

Inuyasha looked at Ayumi as she once again refused to look directly at him. He felt as if she were talking to him, Inuyasha, rather than Tomonori. "So…?" he asked almost angrily. Was he not good enough to deserve the devotion of Kikyou?

She looked up at him then, and stared at him in apology. "I apologize, Lord Tomonori. I didn't mean it to sound the way it came out," she said. "I meant to say you two must be very close."

He didn't say anything after that, but danced with Ayumi gracefully instead, making sure he didn't squeeze her hand too tightly and trying his best not to call her a 'clumsy fool' every time he stepped on her foot.

Sometime during the slow dance, Inuyasha developed coyness when watching the one known as Ayumi. In all his life, he never imagined getting himself into a situation like the one he was presently in, posing as a Prince, dancing with a beautiful girl to foreign music. And in his vulnerable state at that. He was surprised he was able to dance at all; his muscles always got so weak after turning human. For a moment he forgot why he was dancing at all, but one look at his dancing partner reminded him. Kikyou. He sighed inwardly. Where had he gone wrong?

"TOMONORI!"

The loud voice broke him out of his depressing trance, and he frowned for being disturbed. Ayumi looked just as disturbed. "Um…Lord Tomonori…" she began.

"Huh?" Inuyasha responded after a pause. He kept forgetting who he was.

A sharp and long tug of his ponytail lead him to release his hold of Ayumi and instead, held on to his head in fear that his hair would be completely removed from his scalp. "What the hell?" he yelled in confusion.

"Tomonori, how could you?" screamed the feminine voice of the person attempting to steal his hair.

Inuyasha growled, and tried to pull his hair from the grasps of the aggressor. Whoever she was, she was lucky Inuyasha was in human form. Inuyasha painfully commanded, "Fucking let me go!"

Fortunately for Inuyasha, with a loud "Sorry!" she instantly let go, and Inuyasha spun around to face the woman how dared touch his raven locks.

By this time, a moderately large crowd had circled the screaming prince, though the orchestra continued to play dramatically in the background. However, when Inuyasha found no one where his attacker should had been, he became much angrier than he already was. "Attacking from behind is your style, huh? Show yourself, wench!"

"TOMONORI!" he heard again, though this time, a hard slap in the face directed him to where his aggressor was; she was right in front of him. "I'm down here, you idiot!" she screamed.

In front of a very startled Inuyasha stood a girl (a very short girl) with long, beautiful black hair held up in a style similar to his. Her brown eyes seemed hurt but determined to show him that no, she wasn't a wench, and that yes, she was talking to him. A crimson kimono dressed her figure, a kimono with a fair amount of platinum fish adorning it. She didn't wear much make-up; it seemed she was proud of her tropically tanned skin.

"Who the fuck are you?" Inuyasha asked, ignoring the astonished stares of some of the more fluent Japanese foreigners.

The girl looked taken aback, as if she had just received a slap in the face herself. She suddenly took notice of the girl behind the prince. "And who is that?" she demanded more than asked.

"Hello! I asked you that first!" yelled Inuyasha, getting impatient with the girl.

The girl looked hurt again. "You're so mean, Tomonori!" she exclaimed. "Have you forgotten the promise you made me already?" And without warning, she wrapped her arms around him, and locked him in a hug. "I'll forgive you if you say you're sorry…" she mumbled into his chest. "Hey, did you get taller?"

"Who the hell are you!" screamed Inuyasha, blushing a vibrant cherry color.

By this time, it seemed she had lost patience with the prince, and grabbed tightly to the sides of his shoulders with her small hands. "I'm Kikyou, dummy! KIKYOU!"

"It's the only way I can keep my promise to Kikyou!"

"...I made a promise to her."

"I promised her that I wouldn't touch another girl if she becomes my bride."

She was…

It was her?

"Y…You're Kikyou?" Were his ears functioning correctly? This was the Kikyou he had come for? This was Tomonori's Kikyou?

"This way, Lady Kikyou!"

WHAT?

He snapped his head back to where the voice came from, almost dislocating his neck in the process.

He saw Ayumi being dragged off.

Oh.

Shit.

End of Scroll Fifteen

I know this was rushed. Sorry! But don't you feel better finally reading this chapter:dodges bullets and tomatoes:
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