Alright then, here's chapter two.
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Chapter Two: A Date Gone Wrong
Huffing as she scrubbed herself down vigorously, Kagome grabbed hold of the plastic shower curtain and poked her head out, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was four thirty. Four thirty in the bloody morning. Releasing the bright blue and green veil of synthetic fabric, she went back to rubbing herself raw. Grasping the soap a little too tightly, it slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor with a 'clunk'. Growling, she bent over to retrieve it, not taking care to watch her head when she stood again. A string of angry cusses echoed off her bathroom walls as she banged her head on the soap rack. Clutching her aching skull, Kagome whimpered before going back to her original task.
She had been yanked from her sleep at the ungodly hour of four due to a very vivid, very steamy dream; one featuring herself and Sesshomaru.
'You have been reading one too many harlequin novels, Kagome,' she scolded herself. Not that it hadn't been a pleasant dream… hell it had been exquisite, but it had gotten her rather sweaty, and she didn't sleep well when the sheets were plastered onto her skin.
Setting the soap aside, on the damned rack that had assaulted her poor noggin, she rinsed off and grabbed hold of the knobs, cranking them around until water ceased to leak from the shower head. Ringing out her hair, she pulled back the shower curtains and stepped out onto the fuzzy blue bathroom rug. Grabbing the towel from its perch on the countertop, she draped it over her shivering form, tugging it tightly around herself. Teeth chattering, she dried herself off and slipped into her silk pajama bottoms and cotton tank top. Yawning as she stumbled back into her bedroom, she slid under the blankets, hiking them up to her chin. Normally she wouldn't even think of sleeping with wet hair but, at the moment, she was so exhausted she really didn't care. She groaned when she recalled that her shift started at seven thirty, giving her about three hours to sleep. Grumbling, she willed herself to sleep, hoping that, this time, she wouldn't be disturbed by naughty images of her golden eyed god.
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How was it possible for one's day to be so uneventful? A mere three people had come in today, only one signing out a book. She surmised that the other two, who had come in together and looked as though they were around seventeen years, had gone to make out in the back. Then, grudgingly, she realized that most people had better things to do on a Saturday then go to the local library… unlike her.
Crumpling up yet another piece of paper, she tossed it into the garbage can effortlessly. Sighing, she wished she had something else to do. Her little trashcan basketball game had lost its edge.
Clicking her neatly polished nails down on the countertop, she thought of what she might be doing if she had a life, like a normal person. Perhaps she would be at the mall with her friends, or going on a date… or going clubbing. God how she missed clubbing. Her glamorous days as a 'carefree' teenager were short lived for, the second she got out of university, life and its many wonders had hit her full force, demanding she get a job to pay for her house, car, food, and all the other things she needed to survive.
Mumbling under her breath, she looked at her watch, realizing she only had one hour to go before she could go home. She decided to give her dear friend Sango a ring. Perhaps she and Miroku would be up to going to the movies. She only hoped Kouga wasn't there this time. The last time they had gone to the movies, Kouga, one of her unwavering suitors, had been there and ended up sitting next to her. He was nice enough and rather handsome as well, but she simply couldn't stand his constant assumptions of her being 'his woman'. He just wasn't her type and he couldn't seem to understand that. The bugger had attempted to go up her skirt that night, which resulted in a swift slap to his cheek. The boy simply didn't know when to quit.
Also, Inuyasha and Kikyo had been there, which made it a rather awkward two hours. Sure Inuyasha was nice enough when he was on his own and in a good mood, but when Kikyo was around, he was an entirely different person.
She thought about the other men who sought her hand. Though any other girl would squeal with delight at the number of men on her tail, she found it rather tiring, since she didn't like any of them back. Firstly, there was of course Kouga. The boy had always been a smidge too… possessive… especially considering she had never technically been his girlfriend.
Then there was Hojo. He was a dear, he really was, but he was so utterly boring that Kagome recalled herself nearly falling asleep during one of their dates.
There was only one guy who had liked her in which she was interested… and his name was Inuyasha. Her adoration for him quickly disappeared, however, when she found out he claimed to like her and then went and slept with some other girl. Kikyo, was her name and, from what she'd heard, the girl looked an awfully lot like herself. Deciding it was best not to get tied up in such a relationship, where she would never be able to trust him, she declared that it would be best if they remained friends.
Last, but definitely not least, was Naraku. No he was definitely not least because, not only was he the most attractive of the bunch, but he was a complete psycho. Apparently he was a bit of a sadist and, in her own opinion, a stalker. He was way too creepy for Kagome's liking. He always looked at her as though he was undressing her with his eyes, or like he wanted to eat her alive. She assumed he was more than likely cannibalistic as well, to add to the ever growing pile of 'wonderful' aspects about him. It was often that he would come and visit her in the library, bringing with him a rose or gift of some sort. She repeatedly declined the offers but he insisted she keep them.
'He probably has a tracking device on those earrings he gave me,' she mumbled in her head.
Shaking herself, she decided to take a walk around the library, to check for anything that might be out of place, or needed dusting or… 'Oh God, how pathetic is this?' she mused bitterly to herself. Standing, she smoothed out the bottom of her violet dress and stepped around the desk. Fiddling with as strand of the gold ribbon she had in her hair, she strolled through the deserted halls, looking aimlessly between the shelves of books for something out of the ordinary. As she neared the back an odd sensation overcame her, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched.
Inhaling her alluring scent, he pressed on, drawing nearer to his prey. He found her in one of the back halls, dressed in a very appealing amethyst dress. The chi pao styled dress was lined in a gold trim with small, embroidered flowers adorning her upper right breast. On the left breast, two black buttons held the top together. The neck was high, and the silk fabric accented her every curve. The mid thigh length hem hiked up ever so slightly as she stood on her tippy-toes to grab something, revealing more of her milky legs to his awaiting eyes. She sported a pair of stylish gold, one inch sandals and had her hair up in twin buns, tied up with gold ribbon. Ever so carefully he moved to stand behind her and placed his hands on her hips. She jumped a little, but then giggled and turned around to face him.
Shifting in her visitors hold, she turned to face him and completely froze. This was not the silver haired knight who she had dreamt of many times before. It was someone entirely different. Hypnotic crimson eyes stared into her own, chilling her to the bone. This man, who was nearly the same height as Sesshomaru, had wavy black hair, which flowed over his shoulders like winding ebony snakes. This was her worst nightmare.
"Hello Kagome. Glad to see me?" he inquired.
His velvety voice sent shivers down her spine. 'Why,' she thought to herself, 'does this man have to be so creepy? If he was normal I would be delighted to go out with him, but oh no… he just had to be a psycho.' There was no doubt in her mind that Naraku was one of the best looking men she had even seen, and that his voice was probably the sexiest thing she had ever heard, but the man was simply a little too whacko for her liking. Deciding it was best not to be rude, she smiled and returned his greeting, "Hello Naraku, how are you?"
Sighing, he told her, "I'm getting by, but it's so hard to go on without you, darling."
Laughing nervously, she brushed past him to the next bookshelf and began straightening what looked like the work of rowdy teenagers. She wanted to grumble when he came to stand behind her again, pressing his groin against her backside. His member was firmly planted against the cleft of her cheeks and it was rather noticeable, considering that he felt particularly hard.
"Come on a date with me Kagome, just one. I promise you'll have the time of your life," he assured her, slowly grinding his hips forward to emphasize what his meaning of 'a good time' was.
Sighing, Kagome closed her eyes and attempted to sort through the chaotic mess that was her mind. 'What do I do? Should I humor him? Should I say no again? He's so damn persistent. I've told him no at least twenty times already and he still asks me. Maybe if I go on a date with him it will go terribly wrong and he'll leave me alone. It couldn't hurt right?' Thinking her scheme up a little more, she decided it would be best to simply go on the date and get it over with. Turning to face him, she plastered on her best smile and chirped, "Alright, Naraku, I'll go on a date with you."
He flashed a charming, yet creepy, smile and took up her hand, kissing her knuckles tenderly. His voice was as calm and suggestive as he announced that she would not regret her decision. He then reached into his pocket and removed a small, red velvet encased box. Kagome gasped as a beautiful, gold band was displayed before her. Lifting her hands, she objected, "I can't take that, Naraku. Thank you… but it seems a bit much."
"Nonsense," he interjected, "it was nothing more than pocket change. Besides, I bought it especially for you. It would be an insult if you didn't take it."
Sighing, she allowed him to take her hand and slide the ring onto it. The fit was perfect, which made her nervous in a way. The man knew everything about her… even more than she did. "Thank you…" she whispered. He simply smiled and grasped her chin, tilting her head to the side and planting a small kiss on her cheek. Holding her breath, she waited as he turned and left, telling her over his shoulder he would pick her up from work the next night. It was only when he was completely out of sight that she released her breath, immediately taking the ring off. It made her feel dirty. Walking back to the front desk, she decided to wait out the remainder of her time there, not wanting to get surprised like that again.
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Kagome huffed as she shifted nervously in her seat and stared at the clock. He would be arriving soon. She had been dreading the confrontation all day but knew that it was for the best. Once she got it out of the way and established that she didn't have feelings for him, he would leave her alone and that would be that.
"Good evening, lovely," an oily voice cooed.
Jumping slightly, Kagome looked up into the face of Naraku, slightly disconcerted at how soundlessly he had approached her. He looked rather dashing today, though he did most every time she saw him. This time, however, he looked particularly handsome. The black suit he wore hugged his muscular frame and broad shoulders, looking very appealing on his lean masculine hips. 'Huh,' she sighed to herself, 'too bad he's a whack job.' Smiling nervously, she lifted herself from her cushy seat and walked around the desk, flinging her purse over her arm as she went.
Luckily, she had remembered to put the ring on before leaving for work that morning. He would more than likely comment on the fact that she wasn't wearing it and buy her something else if he caught her without it on.
Eyeing the way her hips swayed as she meandered around the desk, Naraku felt himself grow hot, the majority of said heat pooling in his loins. Her tiny waist and bountiful breasts were accented nicely in the dress she chose to wear. It was simple, yet it looked stunning on her. It also provided him with a miraculous view of her never ending milky legs. It was a mid thigh, black, halter-style dress, made of satin. Dipping from the high neckline, an ovular shaped slit ran down the front of the garment, displaying the tops of her very ample breasts. He marveled at just how completely seductive this creature was. Something as innocent as the well proportioned curve of her calves turned him on so badly he felt as though he needed to loosen his belt to ease the tug of his cock against the suspension of his pants. Flicking his tongue over his lips, he stated huskily, "You look lovely tonight, Kagome."
Tittering lightly, she returned the compliment. "Th-thank you, Naraku. You look… good." She mentally berated herself, 'All right Kagome, you just keep racking up points on the idiot board.'
Laughing deep in his throat at the modest blush that spread across her nose and cheeks, he took her hand into his and guided her arm to rest in the crook of his. "Your humility is refreshing, my dear." Leading her out of the building, he helped her into the limo he had pulled up along the front.
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The limousine ride was… awkward, to say the least. Naraku was continually leering at her and the blush never once left her face. The restaurant they pulled up to caused Kagome to do a double take. 'He's taking me here?' she asked herself as she eyed the lengthy line that stretched down the block. 'We'll be waiting for hours.' Groaning a little, she wished that she had chose something other than her four inch stilettos.
Stepping out of the sleek black limousine, Naraku smiled cockily as numerous women in line eyed him up. They were trash, nothing compared to the little belle he had on his arm this evening. Strolling around to the other side, he opened the door and helped Kagome out, relishing in the feel of her petite hand in his.
Kagome looked in awe at the massive restaurant, and its equally massive line. She noted with a slight amount of apprehension that numerous women were glaring hard at her. Swallowing, she allowed Naraku to lead her toward the front doors. She was about to ask why they weren't going to the back of the line when the man at the doors piped up.
"Ah, it's good to see you again sir. Your table is ready." The thin, regally clad man opened the doors for them, glancing once at Kagome before his attention turned back to the next people in line.
Kagome was shocked, to say the least. How had he managed to get in on such short notice? Her question was answered when Naraku's sultry voice cut into her thoughts.
"I am very well acquainted with the owner of this restaurant." Then, with an arrogant smirk, he added, "Even if I wasn't, it still wouldn't have been very troublesome. I am, after all, Naraku Akuma."
A small frown creased Kagome's brow. The man had an ego the size of Tokyo. With a scornful shake of her head, sending her slightly curled black locks bobbing back and forth, she followed closely after her 'date', hoping the night wouldn't seem too horribly long.
When they were seated at a table nearer to the back of the restaurant, which was only to be assumed as the VIP section, Naraku ordered a bottle of wine. What irked Kagome was that, for some odd reason, he believed she would be impressed by his wealth, and how he was spending his money so recklessly. When he ordered the wine, he did not state a specific kind. Had he, she wouldn't have cared, because then it would have seemed like he was simply a wine lover who knew his stuff. Instead, he merely stated, 'I'll have a bottle of your most expensive wine,' and sent the man away. This action only caused Kagome to further believe that the man was nothing but a spoiled, arrogant, egotist. Said spoiled, arrogant, egotist chose that moment speak, breaking her from her angry reverie.
"So… how do you like the restaurant?" he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice. His blood red gaze penetrated her to the core, making her feel very naked and vulnerable. The man had a way of making you shiver… and not necessarily in a good way.
"It's lovely," she replied, looking around at the well furnished, exclusive eatery, "but you really didn't have to go to all the trouble. I would have been content with going out for milkshakes."
Laughing softly, Naraku waved his hand a little before telling her haughtily, "It was no trouble at all. I'll settle for nothing but the best, Kagome, especially when it comes to you."
Sighing in defeat, Kagome shrugged her shoulders and smiled lopsidedly. When the waiter returned with a fresh bottle of wine, her date was quick to pour her a glass. Sipping cautiously, Kagome came to find it was rather delicious. When Naraku told her to order anything her heart desired, she rolled her eyes but complied with him wishes, skimming quickly through the contents of the menu. Settling on a salad, she sat quietly as the ebony haired man across from her placed his order as well. At the moment she would have liked nothing more than to gorge on a nice, juicy hamburger, but found no such thing on the menu. The salad was the only thing she trusted. Nothing was weird about salad right? All of the other items were in a foreign language, and she didn't want to randomly pick something and end up with steamed hog balls. Shuddering, she began to picture the waiter rolling up a cart covering in some rare flaming dish, one that consisted of cow bellies and other very unappetizing things. The thought made her sick.
She had noticed that Naraku had no trouble whatsoever ordering. Even his accent was impeccable. The second the waiter walked away, she leaned forward slightly and whispered, "What did you just order?"
Snickering at her naïve charm, he told her, "Chicken."
Blushing a little at her ignorance to the French language, Kagome leaned back in her seat, feeling her face and chest heat up a few degrees. She hoped that her embarrassment wasn't too obvious.
However, Naraku seemed to have taken note, for he was currently staring at her blush. The area in which he chose to gawk, on the other hand, made her all the more uncomfortable, as it was most definitely not her face. Or was he even staring at the blush? Clearing her throat a little, she tried to pinch the slit together, praying it would cover some of the cleavage she had been exposing.
Lifting his eyes back to her face, Naraku grinned as she seemed to shrink back into her chair. Such an adorable creature she was. So very fragile. Lifting the delicate crystal glass in front of him, he took a swig of his own wine, relishing in the warm burn it left as it traveled down his throat. Noticing that Kagome had not taken more than a few sips of her drink, he inquired, "Is the wine not to your liking? If it is unacceptable I will order another."
Shaking her head, Kagome interjected, "Oh no it's fine. But perhaps I could get a glass of water too."
Nodding, he waved a waiter over and asked for a pitched of water. Well… demanded was more like it.
Kagome wondered how she was supposed to survive this, an entire evening with Naraku.
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As the meal progressed, things seemed to be going rather splendidly. Kagome was thrilled at the fact that almost the entire night had gone by without him acting up. There were, of course, the few moments of Naraku's gloating and blatant disregard for money but, aside from that, all was well. Kagome also noticed that, despite the fact that he was still being slightly arrogant, he was being a little less arrogant than usual. She actually began to relax and, after an hour or so of friendly conversation, she found that she was enjoying herself. 'Maybe I'll go on another date with him,' Kagome mused idly as she gazed at the undeniably attractive man in front of her.
It was then she found a very bold hand resting on her exposed thigh. 'Maybe not.' She sighed to herself. He had been doing so well. When his friendly hand began to knead her leg, she placed her hand over it, attempting to brush it off. The offending appendage was not so easily swayed, however, and merely switched its position, moving farther north. What he said next completely ruined not only her new found tolerance for the man, but her night as well.
"I'm hard for you."
His husky whisper rang through her mind clearer than anything he had said that evening, and it angered her beyond belief. Who in the hell did he think he was? Slapping him hard across the cheek, she stood and grabbed her purse, slinging it angrily over her shoulder. "You're a pig, Naraku!" she fumed, not caring who was looking. 'Good, let them look,' she sneered as she stormed away, 'Let them see what kind of a pervert he is.'
She had just made it out the door when Naraku caught up with her, halting in front of her to block her from leaving. Placing her hands on her hips, she snapped harshly, "What?"
"Kagome… you're not walking home," he told her firmly.
"Yes I am," she insisted, getting sick of him ordering people around.
"Your car is on the other side of the city, it would take you a day to get back to it. At least let me give you a ride to the library," he suggested.
Seeing the logic in his statement, she nodded briskly and stomped up to the limo. Opening the door herself, she slid in and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. Placing a sour little pout on, she waited impatiently as the driver started off down the street. It was going to be an awkward hour indeed, but it was better than walking through the streets of Tokyo at night… in heels… for hours… when it was starting to rain.
Feeling a familiar hand on her knee, she turned to give him a piece of her mind. No sooner had she tilted her head sideways than his lips were upon hers, his hungry tongue sweeping into her mouth in an unexpected kiss. Gasping, she pressed her hands against his chest and shoved. Yet she could not budge, for Naraku's arm was planted firmly around her waist, lowering her to the seat.
She could taste the wine on his breath, a sudden thought crossing her mind. Exactly how many drinks had he had that night? She remembered him drinking quite a few. Apparently, it was enough to get him drunk.
She could feel it, large and stiff, pressed against her hip. Now, rather frightened at the prospect of having a drunken pervert on top of her, she did the only thing she could think of. Lifting her leg as hard as she could, she kneed him square in the groin, inhaling deeply as his mouth left hers to gasp in agony.
Pressing the small button that allowed her to speak to the driver, she ordered him to stop and hopped out, wishing him a good night before taking off, leaving Naraku lying on the back seat of his limo, squirming in pain.
Ahahahahaha, you go girl! She showed that pervert a thing or two, eh? Well it served him right. If any guy tried to pull that shit with me, I don't think there would be anything left of his manhood.
Any who, in case some of you are wondering, a chi pao is a Chinese style dress… you know the cute ones that have high neck lines and go to mid thigh? I have a black one and, let me tell you, they are soooo comfortable! Mmm, nice and smooth.
Revue, s'il vous plait. Ha ha ha, that's French for, 'Review, please.' …Oh gawd my French is awful, 'sigh'.
