darkenedmoonlightflame
Hiten/Kagome/Bankotsu. (I'll have polls at the bottom!)
KxHxB. AU. Meet Kagome: serial man avoider slash klutz dancer. Meet Hiten: cold mercenary slash badass womanizing demon. Whoa, deja vu? One going in for the ultimate achievement, the other just trying to dance without getting punch dumped down her shirt. Each not noticing the world crashing and clashing around them, attractions brewing.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Inuyasha, or else all my stories would be weird branches off it. This story, idea, and writing is entirely mine, however.
A/N: So, I've been checking my reviews! My last time's have been upped to seven! Weird, but… Whoot! Responses and all that other important junk at the bottom.
Just in case you're confused, I'm substituting the usual, boring 'Chapter' label with a 'Part' label. It's not a completely different segment; don't worry.
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Dance, Dance, Koishii
Part Three
cOnFuSiOn?
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The rain was pouring down faster now, the large shimmering drops spattering onto Jak's spare clothes, soaking them thoroughly. I shivered violently and pulled the roomy black trenchcoat closer to me, hoping it was waterproof.
The storm clouds that appeared with the man hadn't dissipated, and I was in for a brutal soaking unless I left the cover of the sheltering willow tree. Well, it wasn't that great of a dry haven as I'd have liked. I was cold, wet, tired, and very, VERY confused. I sneezed. Great, now I'm sick too.
The emerald branches swirled around lazily, and I absentmindedly trailed my fingers in a puddle of rainwater forming next to me, contemplating what Sango would say to me.
Then I remembered.
"Kagome… Your eyes… they're… violet-red?"
Incredulous, I leaned over the small pool of glassy water and took a good look. Nothing out of the ordinary, they're their usual color of soulful sapphire… As my mind wanders, I get up, wring out my, well currently I'M wearing it, trenchcoat, and step out into the relentless rain, pulling the shady hood up, darting to and fro between gossiping old women lined around my destructive punch line.
Hah, punch line.
I step inside, dripping wet with my combat boots squealing against the green and rose marble floor. I trudge all the way to the ice cream parlor, ignore the comments and rumors directed around me, about me.
Until one speaks up. Rudely, I might add. "Wench, what occurred to make you look so dreadful?"
I crack my knuckles and move over there. I may only be five foot four and a half, but this guy was literally seven feet high. I stood straighter, and I once more felt all that undirected anger channeling through my veins again along with my hot blood.
"If you have something extremely rude to say, say it to my face. Don't spread rumors like a little old lady, sir." I wheeled off, and he raises a brow. I suspect he's never been spoken to like that, judging by his face.
I glare at his reflection in the ice cream parlor window, then it hits me.
My eyes have changed from sapphire to a wild color of deep crimson. Not to mention the streaking violet around my pupil with mirroring flecks of it strewn randomly around. I look at my hair.
It's its usual self, only a deep obsidian with more blue streaks.
I can't keep myself from wondering;
Did that man see me change?
"Sango?" I call out, although it's useless. The entire area of the ice cream stand is cold and empty. I check my flavors. They're still empty.
"She probably went to meet me at the arcade. Man, am I in for a verbal beating!"
I shuffle off to the arcade area, glancing at my reflection in the glossy windows. My eyes are normal again.
I shake my head, and usher my dripping form between the tiny gap between the door and doorway. And I boldly step into the arctic arcade turf, not-so boldly shuddering as the cold air front hits me. I hope to find the guys fast, and get out. I'm surprised.
It's deserted. I turn, and find a waiter at the mini-bar. "Hey, woman, you can't be here." He calls, without looking up from polishing a shot glass. I'm surprised he can tell I'm a woman, what with Jak's trenchcoat hood up.
"Why not…" I shoot back, lamely looking (squinting, more like it) at his golden nametag. "Inuyasha?"
He puts down the glass, and puts on a 'Why do I have to deal with this' face. "Look. I don't know you, you don't know me. You don't WANT to know me, lady. So just leave and nothing bad occurs. This place is closed for another two days. It's not open on Thursdays and Fridays."
I observe him as he's making a seemingly regular speech, not listening at all. He's got stubborn golden amber eyes, with long silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail. It still doesn't prevent his roughly cut bangs from scraping across his eyes, making an 'I'm tough' statement. He's arrogant, hot-headed, and serious when he wants to be. I can always tell people's personalities.
He's got on the usual barman's outfit, only tweaked to his rugged style. Open white dress shirt, red wife beater under it, plenty of belts (in which I suspect are dangerous things inside), and the usual black silk pants. But did I mention the black leather-and-metal half-jacket, or the backward red baseball cap, or the spiked collar and wrist bracelets, or the gold locket around his neck? Must have forgotten. Oh yes, he's got adorable furry white dog ears. A hanyou!
"You left your pen uncapped behind your ear. In other words, you're expecting a big party, so you're trying to get rid of me. Sorry, but you have to lie better than that."
I'm a pretty good reader of people, if I do say so myself.
After all, he flushes before turning purple and pouting grumpily. "Fine. But you can't disturb ANYONE. Or else I'll throw you out. Got it?"
"Okay." I say, and pull down my hood, beaming. I undo Jak's trenchcoat and wring out my hair. He looks taken aback. I ask, "How much does the game with the sniper cost?"
"Um… um… uh…" He looks spaced out, and he keeps staring at my face.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?"
"Um… George Washington was the first president!" He comes back to his normal, brash self after that little statement.
I blink. "Yes, I know. About the snipers?"
"Oh, that." He cracks his knuckles; he's embarrassed. "Twenty-five cents a go."
"Thanks and… you really should consider hiding your feelings a bit better. I can read you like a book!" I grin cheerily, and scurry off to the sniper-alien-shooting game, grinning my million-watt smile at the freshly replaced beige carpet. I pause.
"Hey, did an angry, violent woman try to come in, by chance?"
He snorted. "Yea. My ears still hurt from her tugging." I watch, amused as his appendages flatten tenderly against his scalp, as if in reminisce of their beating.
I grin apologetically. "Sorry, she gets mad easily. Say, do you have a watch?"
"Hmm." He nods absentmindedly, picking up another glass to polish. "Want a shot?"
I make a face. "No thanks. What time is it?"
"4:35. How about a slushy then?" He coos, teasing my loving lack of wines.
"Not now, maybe tomorrow around now? Did Sango say where she was going to next?" I pull up a seat at the bar island.
He winced at her name, and his finger slipped and he let go of the glass. I lunged, and caught it about a foot from the floor. Problem: I was leaning way too far over the bar. "Um… Help?" He takes the glass, laughing as he shoves me lightly back into my seat. I blink, looking at his sharp claws.
"Mumbled about 'wheels'." Inuyasha suggests helpfully.
"Thanks. See ya tomorrow, Inuyasha!" I get up, pushing the bar stool in with my foot. "Later!"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're an odd woman?"
I stop, looking back over my shoulder. "Yea. A nice guy." I looked between Inuyasha's dog ears, finding a big cat clock I stupidly didn't notice before.
"Hey, hey, hey! I wasn't done!" He shouts as I'm just about out the door.
"Nani?"
"What school do you go to?" I was surprised. I didn't think he was still in school; he looked older.
"Oh. The one with the good gym class curriculums, remember? It's by the big forest, close to the shrine!" I answer, as I get swept away by the hordes of people headed for the parking lot.
"Excuse me, pardon me, sorry, comin' through!" It's hard to fight your way around in a crowd of rabid people, all way taller than you are. Yet I managed, breaking free and heading to the skateboard store, where hopefully I'd find Sango and the others.
I walked through the swinging doors, sighing as I stepped into a clear, non-trampled environment. "Sango?" Empty. Well, I was glad for our message place; if we ever got separated, we'd come here and check under the purple flowery skateboard hidden under the sock pile.
I dug through, and pulled it out. There was a note stuck to the bottom.
'-Dark-blueMoonMiko66,
BanryuuELITE47,
ladiesmanKazAAna,
Sorry I didn't tell you, but I've gone ahead (please don't get too mad, Dark-blueMikoMoon66!) and signed us up with private tutors at a club. And I've booked us a shuttle to the club where we'll meet at 5:00. It's called Fragments of a Dream, apparently... Not sure. Meet ya there at the bus stop.
Bus stop is down in the west lot, by the studio, one floor down.
By the way, after this, when you get home, log on and we'll chat.
-DemonSlaya'
I know I'm in for it then. She knows we're always the first to get home. The guys always stop at WacDonalds for takeout.
Underneath it were two other notes.
'Yo,
Gon 2 meetchya ladies and perv there. Shake it, Miko gurl. Don'tcha wonder who the tutors are?
-BanryuuELITE47'
I blushed. Bankotsu had upsides and downsides to him. He could be really sweet and caring, like before. Or he could be downright jerky, rude, and embarrassing.
'Hey, lovely ladies
(and the not-so-lovely BanryuuELITE47),
I've been missing watching your lovely backsides for so long, excluding BanryuuELITE47. See you all at the bus stop. After all, I'm the ladie's man.
-ladiesmanKazAAna'
I laughed a little at the silly impulses that made us pick nicknames (our IM id's actually) as a code. I rummaged in Jak's pockets, and found a pen and a sticky note pad.
'Hey,
So I guess I'll see you there at the bus stop. DemonSlaya, don't kill the pervert before I get there.
I'll try and get on without embarrassing myself.
-Dark-blueMoonMiko66'
I smiled, and capped the pen, leaving the store after re-burying the flowery board under the socks.
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"Kagome!" Sango calls, sticking her head out of the bus window. "OOOHHH! Nice clubbing clothes! You didn't ditch the trenchcoat?" I stride around the corner absentmindedly, and I grin and wave. (I'd changed out of Jak's clothes and put on my clubbing clothes, with the trenchcoat and undone tie open over them. His clothes were in one of the bags.) "Did you get my note?" I grin, and open my mouth, un-focusing on my task in front of me.
So naturally, since I'm the most uncoordinated person on the earth, I smack flush into the bus stop sign. She giggles a little as I peel myself off, and I give her a 'give me a break!' look, which only increases her hysterics.
"Come on," I mutter half-heartedly; I can hear her laughter ringing throughout the entire shuttle. "Is it crowded?" I shout up at her.
"Yes!"
"Very cozy." Miroku's head pops out from under Sango. "I am being used as a seat cushion. But at least it is the lovely Sango's backside perched on my face, and not Bankotsu's." I grin smugly at Sango's reddening face.
"Any room left?"
"Here, actually try and LOOK Bankotsu!" I guess Sango shoves Bankotsu's head into the aisle, cranes it around, and bring it back up for a report. I hear a loud, nasty crack as Bankotsu fixes the damage. I swear, he's like his own masseuse. (A/N: I am too! I can crack almost everything to make myself feel better! It rocks, PLUS it drives my nemesis crazy!)
"That was my neck you craned so viciously, woman."
"I know! Isn't it great!"
Bankotsu sighs dejectedly. "It looks full."
"Um…" I don't dare ask if there are any open laps. It would be way too embarrassing. Besides, Bankotsu isn't that nice as to be used as a seat. I step up onto the bus valiantly, not falling at all…
Except for tripping on an extra stair, and nearly landing in a piece of gum. "Ew. That's just wrong." I quickly right myself, and make my way over to Bankotsu's head, which has once more been pushed into the aisle.
"Hello. Mind telling Sango to let me up?" She gets the message, and Bankotsu snaps back up.
A blush creeps up my neck as I realize the whole bus looks full, and in fact, most laps are doubled. "Um… Where am I going to sit, Sango?"
"Here, you can sit on Bankotsu." I see his pleading look; men hate their space being invaded on.
"He doesn't want to share." I say, keeping a note of rejection out of my voice. "I'll go stand in the ba-" The driver starts the bus, and I tumble over, halfway to the back.
Landing on some unfortunate's lap. "Oh, I'm really sorry!" I get up immediately, but a hand grabs my wrist and prevents me from leaving the vicinity.
"You're gonna hurt someone else if you keep standing, silly. I can't take you anywhere, can I?" I turn, indignant.
"Hiten?" I exclaim, trying to be quiet and avoid further embarrassment. He smirks, and pats his lap.
"A seat cushion, in service." He pulls me back gently, and soon I'm looking like an overripe tomato, perched as far off of his legs as I can go. "Hnn? Something wrong, Kagome?" He gently scoots up so I'm sitting flush on his lap.
"I-I thought guys didn't like sharing personal space…"
"I don't mind. You are not fat or anything." My eye twitches, and I glare holes into the seat in front of me.
"I guess not really…" I add under my breath, "I don't want to impose…"
"Don't worry. You're not." I look surprised. "Demon hearing." He clarifies. I blink, and feeling like a little girl, feel around on top of his head.
"You sure?"
He laughs, and brings my hand to his ears (located where a normal human's ears are, if you're picky). They're pointed, with odd gold swinging earrings. He notes my surprise. "See? Fangs too." He smirks at me, and one pokes over his lip. I smile.
"You going to Fragments of Dreams too?" I hit myself mentally. This entire shuttle is going to Fragments of a dream! DUH, Kagome!
"Hnn." He nods faintly, breaking off from looking out the window to glance at me. "Great view, isn't it? Looks like a gorgeous beach." I scramble to look, and Hiten grins, and slides over with me on his lap, allowing me a view. For a price.
"Ow." I rub my injured head. "I forgot the ceiling was lower over here." I bemoan my fate as a klutz, then instantly stop and lean out the window slightly in awe. "Wow. It's beautiful!" My face is just lit up with happiness.
My eyes bug, and I inch in. "They've got an ice cream stand! Oh my gosh!" I can't stop my heart from beating ultra fast, and I sigh dreamily as I watch the turquoise waves crash against the shore, then pull back. It's like a tempo, teasing and alluring, yet always coming back. I smile, and the guy in the next car thinks I'm ogling him.
He makes kissy lips, and I flinch in revolt.
Hiten sits up straighter, and the guy blanches as Hiten glares icily at him. He opens the window, ignoring the whooshing sea breeze. I try to pull him down. "Hiten! I'm trying to watch the ocean!" The guy frowns, finally noticing I wasn't looking at him.
Hiten just glares, and sticks his head out of the window, miraculously. "You shouldn't bother young women half your age." I gasp. That was kind of rude. I reach up on impulse, and smack him on the back of the head.
Bad idea.
His head shoots up, and gets the bump of life. He moans before grumbling, "Geez. You're such a klutz."
"But you're my klutz. Even if it kills me trying to keep dirty old men from ogling." He says softly, dramatizing his final sentence with a flourish.
My lip quivers at the klutz comment, but then I blush like crazy when he says I'm his klutz.
Boy oh boy, I have a feeling I'll be oddly complimented and dreamy when anyone calls me that from now on. Then the old men statement dawns, and I bop him again, and he gags as he winces and bonks his throat on the window.
"You're more dangerous… than… the entire SWAT team…" He rasps, withdrawing his head. "I hate windows!" He declares roughly, coughing from hitting his throat so hard. He pulls me back onto his lap, all the while massaging his injuries; pride and body.
"Sorry, but that was kind of mean to say. He was listening!"
"That's the point, Kags."
He notices something. "Got your own trenchcoat, eh?"
"No. Just borrowing it from a friend."
"Women wear trenchoats?" He asks, sounding surprised.
"What am I! A man?"
"Nope." He chuckles.
"I'll have you know that when the situation calls for it I DO wear men's clothes. Like today… earlier…"
"What was the situation, then?"
"You don't wanna know."
"But I do!" He grins genuinely at me, showing he's interested.
"I spilled hagou covered in sweet sauce on myself. I got lucky my guy friend (A/N: I meant that as GUY, not gay. It's not a typo.) works there as waiter." I'm totally embarrassed. Boy, if Sango were back here, she'd be giving me an earful about picking up men.
His grin just widens. "Do bad things always find their way to you?"
"I can't help it. I'm a drama magnet." I dramatize with hand gestures, like I'm about to faint.
He smiles. "I know. Seems like I'm always around when the damsel needs a hero, ne?"
It's my turn to smile.
"Kawaii!" He exclaims suddenly, scaring the hell out of me, looking at something I'm holding. I can't help it, I laugh. It just sounds so funny coming from a guy. Then I follow his deep crimson gaze…
Gah! My face must have turned to the 'Nooooooo! Not THAT!' expression, cause he looks at me funny.
I try to tie the bag shut, but nosy demons are VERY persistent.
"Geez, silly, it was only a sketchbook. You act like its lingerie or something." I can see a healthy blush creep onto his face. I blanch. I thought he was looking at… I'll just leave that hanging there as SOMETHING ELSE.
"Oh." I grin sheepishly. "I wonder how it got in THAT bag." I carefully tilt it so he can't see what's in it, and extract the notepad. "It's just a notepad." I try to convince him, but he can tell I'm lying through my teeth.
"Really? May I see?"
"Urg!" I bonk my head against the seat in front of us several times, mad that he could read me so easily.
"Um… Miss? Are you okay?" The guy in front of us sticks his head in the aisle and watches me beat myself up.
"Oh. Hojo? I have something to ask you." Hiten tenses up beneath me. I wonder why. When I go to bonk my head, he pulls me back and raps his knuckles on my head, and I sigh.
"Eh?" Hojo notices it's me.
"Did you put in the mango and chocolate chip cookie dough flavors yet?" My eyes are sparkly, and my hands are loosely clasped in delight.
Hojo falls out of his seat. "Oh, I thought it was really important by the sound of your voice."
I glare, and loom up. "You are saying my ice cream is UNIMPORTANT!"
"N-No…"
"Oh. Okay!" Hiten shakes his head.
"You're really odd."
I reach behind me, and poke him in the chest, getting an 'oomph!' sound from the demon.
I see Sango shove Bankotsu's head out into the aisle, about six rows up. He looks my way, and I growl and boost Hojo up and out of the way. "Hey! Did you get a seat?" He asks seriously (for ONCE). He looks GUILTY. Oh my gosh, is he going to apologize!
"Um… sort of." I smile, and wave, my face lit up, hair coming out of the ponytail.
"Good." His mouth twitches, and he suddenly bursts, "HAH! I pity the guy! HAH!" He's having a laughing fit, and I growl menacingly.
"Lemme go!" I grouch at Hiten, and he only holds tighter as I try to stand and give Bankotsu a beating. He spots my predicament. Which only increases his amusement. "Dang it! Let me up!" I growl ferociously at Hiten, who seems unfazed.
He pulls me back in from the aisle, and looks out. "Yo." Bankotsu's laughter stops immediately.
"You're sitting with HIM!" He screeches.
Hiten smirks. "I'm just a seat cushion."
He comes back in. "Now would be the best time to hit him with a purse."
I grin wickedly and lean out and give Bankotsu a big whack-in-the-face with my very heavy yellow schoolbag.
"Kagome! You're bringing THAT clubbing!" Sango rants.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR! And what do you keep in there? BRICKS?"
"Lot's of things. Girl stuff; punching gloves, mace, bricks, steel kneepads, accessories, chap stick…" I rattle off the contents of my schoolbag.
"Pizza crusts? I'm gonna kill Souta! That's the last time I let him hold my backpack!" I seethe, much to Hiten's amusement. He reaches over, and pops one in his mouth. I shriek.
"Wha? It's good!" I look at him in horror.
"Kami knows how long that's been in there?" He shrugs, and polishes off the rest. "Eww…"
"SHUT UP!" The shuttle driver roars, and I sigh and get back onto Hiten's lap, looking wistfully out the window towards the setting sun. I shiver violently as a big gust of wind whooshes through the window, freeing my hair from the black ribbon. I reach out to grab it, but it's already in Hiten's hand. I wrap half of it around mine, then sigh and let our hands flop down, relinquishing my iron grip.
"Hnn." I let my head rest cradled in his chest, and my eyes droop so they're half covered. "You know, there's an empty seat next to you."
"I know." He says lazily, giving me a bear hug. His chin is resting on top of my head. I guess nineteen-year-olds are tall. Or I'm just short. I slowly bring my eyes up to look at him, and grin a lopsided smile.
"So… Can I see your sketchbook yet?" Mischief is in his bloodred eyes as he fixes me in their steely gaze. I blush, and look out the window again, avoiding the question.
"I'm sleepy. This ride is SO slow…" I slide off his lap, and rest my head on his shoulder. (The aisle seat if you must know.) What can I say? I was hoping he'd fall asleep so I could sketch in peace.
He puts an arm around my shoulder, drawing me somewhat close. Kami, if I fall asleep… Please don't make me snore!
His eyes are closed, and they slowly open. "If you want to draw, you can. I won't laugh." And he looks lazily out the window.
My face heats up, and I pull out my 'notepad', opening it halfway into the pages. I dig in the bra store's bag (hidden deep in the J Style one, of course. So embarrassing.) and pull out a mechanical pencil, contemplating what to draw.
"Great view, isn't it? Looks like a gorgeous beach."
So I angle myself, and start to draw the beautiful ocean past Hiten's head. He just smiles curiously at me.
My pencil is flowing and soft, yet hard and strong at other times as I try to capture elegance at its peak. I finish, twelve minutes later. It's missing something.
I sigh, and observe it. The ocean crashing upon the shore at an angle, half flowing in, half returning to the sea. The sun is setting in the background, rays of beauty shining towards the observer.
I sigh, and start drawing something random in the middle, AKA lines and curves. I get an idea vaguely in my subconscious, yet have no clue what I'm doing. At the end, a full eighteen minutes later, I smile, and for the first time, actually LOOK at what my brain's been doing.
I blush a little, seeing what it is. Hiten's face, looking wistful with his eyes looking off to the right and down a bit, head angled mostly toward his right shoulder, eyes sad and sparkling, left behind, the sun shining through him. Leaving him like a phantom, or an angel. With a nonexistent breeze, ruffling his pointed bangs and thick braid.
Fragments of Dreams. The club's name comes to mind, and I shrug and sign my name along his braid, and put the words, 'Fragments of Dreams' along a curve in the ocean. I grin a little, and look affectionately at Hiten.
He's fallen asleep, breathing lightly. I brush a few bangs out of his eyes, and blush. He really does look like an angel.
I slap my arm to knock some sense into my infatuated mind, -I mean, come ON! How sappy can I get?- and he jolts up. "Wha?"
"Attention all dancers, annoyances, and people in general. GET OFF MY BUS! We're at Fragments of Dreams."
"Oh." Hiten says as everyone runs off the shuttle, pulling me onto his lap to help me avoid getting trampled. "Well, save me a dance."
And with that, we get up and off the bus, and followed the tittering crowd into the flashing club. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw the bus pulling off. I couldn't stop my worrywart side from worrying, as sexy women crowded around Hiten.
"Hey handsome. Want a dance? I haven't seen YOU before. If I did, I'd be here more often."
They were all hinting and in tight (almost nonexistent) shirts and tiny microscopic miniskirts. I saw one of them wearing the napkin from the dance store.
I sighed. Hiten seemed to be enjoying the attention.
I broke off of him, fighting the flocks to get away, wondering where my friends were. But I just couldn't get my mind off of my seat cushion.
Would Hiten forget about me in the midst of all the prettier women?
A/N: Really short, boring chapter. Well, next chapter'll be… interesting.
Inuyasha's been introduced, and will be in next chapter too! A more interesting role, of course!
And I know, I know. I'm sorry. My chapter preview from last chapter; most of that wasn't even in here! Also new to next chapter:
Hopefully many more characters!
A polls section!
And possibly a character relation chart! (Or list thing.)
Next Chapter:
Well, you heard me! Will Hiten just drop me flat for those attractive, older women? I've gotta go find my friends. Not to mention my tutor! Who's it gonna be?
Oh, and I actually begin looking for 'Jakotsu' for answers. I know I said I'd do it now, but come on! Sango signed us up for clubbing!
Kami, I hope Bankotsu doesn't be a jerk to me! I'm trying to keep this shirt CLEAN!
Vocab:
Koishii- Beloved
Hanyou- Half Demon
Nani?- What?
Hagou- Delicious Chinese dish, like shrimp dumplings. Best with sweet sauce.
-Ne?- An add-on, usually for emphasis on some type of question
Kawaii- Cute
Kami- God
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