Will You Dance For Me?

A/N: Alright so I think I've decided for sure that ill be doing this one normal POV and not Kagome's cause I've never written a story in first person before. still looking for a new title send in suggestions thanks!

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Will You Dance For Me?

Chapter 2: Birds and Blunders

By WintersBlaze

Kagome's POV
Come on, go faster!

I stare, as the arrow above the doors gets closer to the number one.

It's torture, I tell you torture!

Why is this elevator being so slow!

I tug at the bottom of my skirt for the hundredth time and I glance down at the panties in the corner.

Should I take them? I mean, I don't want to have to go on the plane back to New York City with no underwear on.

What if they think I'm some terrorist and make me strip all the way down? What if they lock me up for indecent exposure and make me let the company president down?

I'll lose my job!

And I'll get my home taken away!

I'll have to learn to juggle!

And then join the circus!

I stop to mentally slap myself. Don't be stupid Kagome, nothing will happen to you. Chill out.

Suddenly the elevator door opens. I totally forget about the debate of the panties and rush out the door toward the main entrance.

The marble floors had been polished to a shine and I had to slow down my speed as to not slip and make a fool of myself.

Well, not that I already have…

People rush by me in a hurry to get to their destination and I feel them bump into my briefcase a few times as they do so.

Do they have to walk so close to me? I mean they've got the whole bloody main foyer to walk about, why do they have to walk right be me?

Grr…business people. How on earth did I ever become one?

A happy grin comes onto my face as I reach the revolving door and I spin it open and step outside.

I raise my arms above head and give a happy smile.

Freedom!

Putting my arms back down, I walk toward the nearest coffee stand and order my beautiful coffee.

Man, do I ever need this…I take a sip and chock back tears.

What is this stuff?

I grimace it tastes like black tar that has been curdled with milk to give it an extra oomph.

I sigh. Oh, well, I'll take what I can get.

Spotting a wooden bench close by I walk to it and sit down and open the piece of white paper in my hand.

I stare at the small innocent piece of white paper.

Great, is this what my life has come too? Drinking awful tasting coffee in the Washington Park, with no underwear, as I stare at a small piece of paper with a name and seven numbers scrawled on it.

I took another gulp of hot poison as I continue to look at the piece of paper.

Inuyasha Tama…maybe he's like a sex therapist or something? I blush. Nah he's to macho for that. Hm, maybe he runs his own company. Like Sesshomaru.

I tilt my head thoughtfully and bring my coffee to my mouth.

Wait…Sesshomaru?

I freeze.

Sesshomaru…Inuyasha…Inuyasha Tama…Sesshomaru Tama…Tama…TAMA?

They…they…

What? No way, I'm being ridiculously crazy.

I sigh.

There is ABSOLUTLEY no way. Things like that don't happen to me. They only ever happen in cheesy movies and ironic romance novels.

And my life does not have ironic romance.

My life has no romance. Period.

Crappy, crappy love life…

I turn my head to my left and see a robin perched on the hand rest.

It looks at me and chirps.

I glare at it.

"Hey, it'll happen one day just you wait and see."

The bird tilts its head.

"Yeah, that's right."

I bring the foul tasting drink to my mouth again. Ugh, why am I still drinking this anyway?

Holding the cup by the bottom, I take off the lid and set it beside me.

A sudden gust of wind sweeps my hair to the side and I watch as my special piece of paper is stolen by it.

"No!" I jerk to the side and reach out and grab the small paper.

"Ha, gotch-AH!" Horrifically, I watch as my cardboard coffee cups tumbles out of my hand.

And it's target?

My lap.

I shriek as my half empty cup of coffee soaks through my black skirt and runs down my legs and towards my bare rump.

Staring at my skirt blankly, I hear the robin chirp next to me.

I turn to look at him and find it staring back at me.

I glare.

"What are you looking at? You don't know me."

The bird flies away.

I sigh and slump over in my seat.

This day could not get any worse…

Normal POV

Rubbing her throbbing elbow, Kagome struggled in the airport bathroom to climb out of her now dried coffee smelling skirt and into a pair of extra underwear and faded jeans. After once banging her head on the bathroom wall and now slamming her elbow into the sanitary napkin box, she seriously now was considering that this day could get worse. She was pretty sure the lady in the stall next to her was getting a little frightened.

Sitting down on the lidded toilet, she unbuttoned her white shirt and put on her forest green long sleeve shirt before taking off her red heels and switching them for a pair of Converse's.

Kagome sighed, relieved at the change in the clothes she put on. This was how she dressed. She didn't wear fancy shoes or racy tops and flirty bottoms, unless she had too, she just put on what was comfy.

The way she dressed was also the reason she was surprised at the fact that she should help the company president.

Her? Help the company president?

It was like asking a three old to help you with your taxes. Pointless, and even a little cruel.

Stuffing her business clothes in the duffle bag, she swung her duffle bag onto her shoulder, unlocked the door and stepped out where she then headed for the sinks.

Kagome stopped in front of the mirror. Her normally bright complexion looked tired and stressed and her hair well…looked like sex hair. Which was kind of not ironic in an ironic way.

Bending down she splashed some cold water on her face, dried it and them applied some mascara and gloss, before taking a few strokes through her hair with her brush.

She looked at her complexion after she was done. Much better.

Kagome grabbed her duffle bag and swung it onto her shoulder before stepping out of the woman's bathroom and toward her gate where there were already tons of people lined up.

She gave a sigh.

This was going to be a long flight.