Okay you guys, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed with the response for last chapter, but having said that, I am well aware that it wasn't my best writing, and I probably should have taken more time over it. So for that, I'm really sorry!
IN RELATION TO THE ONESHOT: For those of you who don't know, back in Chapter 6 or so, Miroku was talking about an incident where he and Inuyasha were running from a horde of angry transvestites, and a very nice reviewer gave me the inspiration of a story behind this. So I'm going to ask you guys: Would you rather I do this as a separate oneshot at the END of the story, or have Miroku tell the story later on in Caught in the Flash as part of the story itself? Let me know, okay?
And by the way, I'll be taking out the other pairing I had mapped out, seeing as it's too complicated, but I fully plan on having some humorous moments involving the parents of our favorite twosome!
Be warned there is MAJOR FLUFF this chapter! sniff
Okay, so here ya go, in hopes for a response more like the ones I usually love so much, is:
Chapter 9: The RazzleDazzle of Tinseltown!
"This is a joke."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Honestly sweetie, it's not."
"Well, you know what, I'VE decided it is a joke, okay, cause...cause I'm a bitchy model and I have decided that there is no way in hell my torturesome best friend and publicist is making me attend The People's Choice Awards with one working lung and a ribcage that looks like the Grand Canyon right now." Kagome stage-whispered rapidly, holding her hands over her ears the next morning in the hospital bed.
"Do you not REALIZE how many holes I could point out in everything you just said?" Sango said dryly, looking at her friend cockily, arms crossed.
"Of course, but you tell me, when have I ever said anything fast that made sense?" Kagome asked, taking her hands from her ears.
"Good point." Sango agreed, "But ANYWAY! Let's get you out of here, I have your early release forms all filled out, so if we can just get you into your clothes, then we have to get you to Vivienne's for your hair, then we should-"
"SANGO!" Kagome screeched hoarsely, cutting her off. "I wasn't kidding when I said I can't go with no breathing system!"
"Since when do you need to breathe?" Sango asked, turning to face Kagome with a pair of shorts in hand. "You just need to walk in, looking pretty, sit down and nurse your ribs, and come home again! It's just like recuperating easily in a safe, homely environment, except you're tramping up and down a red carpet hounded by dozens of vicious paparazzi and subjected to horrible judgement from the media the next day!" Sango said cheerfully.
"Gee, I can't see the difference there!" Kagome scoffed, sitting back in bed stubbornly.
Sango couldn't believe she'd have to do this again, but Kami Almighty, she really didn't have a choice. Out came the damn trump card...
"Okay, Kagome, think of it this way." Sango started threateningly, her magenta eyes flashing coldly at Kagome. "If you continue sitting on your ass licking your wounds like some rabid raccoon, then fine. But just let the world think that when you and Inuyasha turn up to the Grammys that you are both nothing but inconsiderate party crashers, desperate to hang on to a little fame, desperate to be famous for being famous. You're a serious model, Kag. That's why we're in this position, so the whole WORLD can see that. And you could blow it unless you play Hollywood right. Pull her strings a little, mess with her head... Come on!" Sango finished triumphantly (AN: deja vu, Chapter 1), her hands on her hips.
Kagome had to stop and think about this...On the one hand, Sango was right on EVERY level. She could blow her career by not being there. But that...that would mean getting close to Inuyasha again...And really, Kagome couldn't cope with more heartbreak. Kouga had been so difficult for her, her first real heartache, and she saw Inuyasha as even more dangerous to her heart than Kouga had been. As intrigued as she was by Inuyasha, and as much as she figured she saw him for who he really was, not who he wanted everyone but his nearest and dearest to see, she couldn't put herself up to be shattered again. It couldn't happen. But then again...all she had to do was make sure that Inuyasha COULDN'T sweep her off his feet, in that way he was slowly doing it. All she had to do was fake it...
"You know what, fine." Kagome replied grouchily, hauling herself out of bed with a wince and rub of the bandages around her chest.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Sango screamed happily.
"Shut up, calm down and give me my fucking clothes, woman." Kagome growled from gritted teeth.
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"No."
"I think not."
"Excuse me, but no."
"Man, you don't have a choice."
"There's always a choice, and I'm picking the fun one. No."
"How much do you love your job?" Miroku decided to change tack. Damn, it was like negotiating with a five-year-old...
"You need to know that, why?" Came the sulky reply.
"Cause you won't have it much longer if you don't go."
"Since when?"
"Yeah, your father is a smart, smart little man..." Miroku continued wistfully.
"Damn him!" Inuyasha exclaimed, pelting a throw pillow across the room, hitting the nearest Van Gogh painting at the other end.
"Thought you'd see it that way!" Miroku said happily. "Now come on, Yashie-poo, we have tuxes to pick out on Rodeo Drive!"
"Call me Yashie-poo again, and I swear, you will have NOTHING to grope Sango with anymore!" Inuyasha said angrily, slamming out the door of his bedroom, the bang echoing throughout the castle-house-palace-mansion thingy.
As Miroku shook his head, once again having been subjected to Inuyasha "lightning-fast" wit, he felt around his pockets, listening out for the familiar jingle he usually heard from his carpenter jeans. Damn it, where had he left his keys...Come to think of it, where had he left his car?
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"Are you ready yet?" Sango called from outside Kagome's room, where most of her clothes still were.
"You're lucky I'm getting ready for anything at all missy, so stop rushing me!" Kagome snapped raspily back, feeling the evident effects of her PMS coming on.
"Well excuse me hon, but did we forget to mention you get a pretty new dress?" Ayame wheedled persuasively from outside the door. Being a full wolf youkai, her broken bones had healed overnight, being minor injuries for her kind.
"We WHAT?" Kagome asked, sounding a hell of a lot more excited now there was a dress involved.
"What, did you think we were sending you to the People's Choice in a paper bag?" Sango asked sarcastically, smiling at her friends' obvious happiness.
"Somehow, I wouldn't put it past you..." Kagome said darkly. Bursting out of the changing room in a long, electric blue peasant skirt, a long, matching blue beaded necklace that reached her navel over a plain, fitted white tank top and flipflops, she looked fresher and even her breathing seemed a little easier.
"I resent that!" Sango exclaimed, looping her arms through those of Kagome and Ayame.
All three slipped on their shades, and sauntered out of the private hospitals's revolving doors, towards Miroku's favorite Porsche.
Rin ran out to catch them up, from a cab that had just pulled into the hospital parking lot.
"Sango? The car?" Rin asked immediately, not bothering with nice things like hello and how are you. After she was answered with a smug look from Sango she gave them all a quick hug and smile and looped her arm through Kagome's.
"Sango, I do believe you have a little explaining to be getting on with?" Kagome asked suggestively, much better natured now there was a new gown involved.
"Well, Miroku decided to take a taxi with Inuyasha, seeing as Inuyasha hates not being allowed to drive, and well, I just kind of...borrowed Miroku's keys..."Sango said mischieveously, winking at her girlfriends, and jogging ahead to unlock the car, closely followed by Rin.
"She picked his pocket, right?" Ayame asked, leaning her head in to Kagome and speaking out of the corner of her mouth.
"She totally picked his pocket." Kagome agreed.
The two girls laughed and hopped (well, Ayame hopped, Kagome had to pull off more of a rheumatic crawl) into the backseat behind their friend. Seatbelts intact.
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"Miroku, I'm not fuckin' John Travolta!" Inuyasha exclaimed, looking incredulously at himself in the mirror. He and Miroku had stopped at Armani first, against his will of course. Inuyasha had wanted to go to Macy's – it was easy, cheap and fast, but nooooooo, Miroku said the stupid fashion sections would be all over him for that. So here they were in some stuck up man boutique where Miroku was sipping complimentary champagne and Inuyasha had been shoved into the most ridiculous outfit he'd ever seen outside of Miroku's graduation suit.
"What? John Travolta should not be your fashion icon Inuyasha!" Miroku said in mock horror.
"Okay, but come on! Look at me!" Inuyasha said.
He was clad in a white suit with a flared neckline, and a black button down shirt underneath it. The white silk tie it came with made it a slightly more formal version of John Travolta's outfit for Saturday Night Fever.
"What's wrong with it? It's very eclectic!" Miroku said, downing the rest of his champagne flute and dusting off Inuyasha's shoulders.
"Oh yeah, Inuyasha, you look hot!" Sesshoumaru said dryly, not a hint of smile on his face.
"Eclectic my ass! Why can't I wear a normal colored tux?" Inuyasha asked, already ripping the suit to shred around his feet.
"Cause then you'd blend in, and if you're going to collect your award for Best Newcomer to Media Presentation (AN: not a real category, I know), you have to stand out!" Miroku said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Shut up, man, I'm getting a real tux!" Inuyasha insisted, having slipped his shirt and pants on and barrelled out the door already. Miroku simply poured himself some more champagne and downed that one, and whilst nursing his third, he thought that shopping for himself was a world Inuyasha knew NOTHING about...
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Inuyasha swept through all the racks of clothes, suddenly finding himself in a completely alien situation.
He'd never bought formal clothes for himself before. All his clubwear and casual wear, sure, but Miroku was always around for the important stuff, or one of his maids chose for him.
Dammit, he thought. Memo to self, learn how to internet shop!
Okay, something black and red, something black and red, easy right?
Easier damn said than done.
Inuyasha shuffled through the racks, placing minor rips in each suit without realizing with his claws.
After a few frustrated flicks, Inuyasha attempted to stalk back to the changing room, unaware of the mannequin's pant leg he had tucked into the back of his cargoes.
Attempted being the operative word here, Inuyasha continued walking, unable to believe he was actually going to ask Miroku for his help, he yanked down the mannequin behind him.
Wincing at the harsh crash he heard behind him, he turned around, a look of anticipation on his face. What he wasn't prepared for was the domino effect.
Not only had the mannequin come down. Oh no. But in keeping with Inuyasha's bad day the mannequin hooked on to the nearest rack of slacks. And that rack collapsed into the one filled with jackets, and that one fell into the shoes, and so it continued, a raging cacophony of clattering and crashes, with one very lonely, sheepish hanyou standing in the center, a pant leg still wedged in his waistband.
Surveying the damage around him, Inuyasha groaned and hauled out his credit card, hannding it to the man with slicked back hair and a fake French accent he just knew was standing behind him.
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"It's perfect!" Kagome said, a wide, genuine smile on her face as she looked at ehrself in the mirror.
"Okay Miss Self Centered, so's mine!" Ayame exclaimed indigantly from next to her friend.
"I know I look great; I don't need telling from you guys!" Sango said, fluttering her eyelashes and acting vainly.
All three girls stood in a wide room in the Vera Wang boutique, twirling and gazing at their dresses.
Ayame's was a knee length, chiffon emerald green creation, a babydoll dress layered in three shades of green down to her knees. It suited her attitude to life perfectly; fun, funky and full of spirit. It hugged her figure elegantly, and contrasted beautifully with her flaming hair.
Sango's dress was a deep, intense purple, a velvet, one shouldered sheath that came down to the floor, but was pulled in to create a cinched in waist using a CD sized diamond and amethyst brooch arranged like a rose. It possessed a short train behind it, just enough to prevent Miroku from walking too close behind her...Sango LOVED that about the dress.
Rin, sweet as always, was wearing a white, knee length prom style dress with intricate beading and a high, neckline, looking almost virginal. From the front. Not one to be a prude, Rin had selected a dress she just KNEW would turn heads. For the dress actually didn't possess a back. It sloped down into a slight V just above her buttocks, and with every step she took the V moved slightly lower, only to return to where it was on the next step. Tonight, tantalizing was her middle name.
But Kagome's was the most stunning piece and the only one to serve a dual purpose.
Vera herself had come in to see about Kagome's unique situation, and so had shown them a Chinese flower patterned black corset dress. The silk skirt swept down to the floor in abundant wonder, and the strapless corset held the whole rainbow of colours embroidered finely in silken thread. There was extra boning in it to provide support for Kagome's ribs and she was just going to have to cope with her reinflating lung. The thin ribbons crisscrossed at the back over a bright red silk underfabric. It accentuated Kagome's hips and waist, and she looked amazing in it.
Each of the girls had towering, matching shoes to wear with their dresses, and as Kagome thought, it was just as well they were getting them free, seeing as they were paying $17,000 for the dresses. All charged to Miroku of course. Another thing Sango had "borrowed". It was okay though, HE made good money putting faces on supermodels...
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"We set?" Ayame asked, sounding like an army major.
"Yes, Kami!" Inuyasha said, grumbling at the strain on his credit card, but decidedly happier with what he was wearing.
He looked delicious in a black suit jacket and slacks, with a deep, shimmery red stain shirt and a black silk tie underneath. See, he'd even remembered to tie his hair back with a small black ponytail holder.
Miroku, flamboyant as always, was dressed in a typical black tuxedo, but with a bright yellow shirt and a red tie underneath it. And he said he wasn't gay...
Kouga had on a pale blue shirt under his black suit, and considered himself too hot to wear a tie. He left his long dark hair loose for a change.
Sesshoumaru, of course, just put on his penguin suit, and wore it with dignity and pride, silently scoffing at the three clowns he was forced to socialize with.
However, what none of them were prepared for was the vision that descended down the stairs towards them.
Ayame began the line up, descending the stairs in her four inch heels masterfully, her gleaming emerald earrings set off by the majestic chandelier above her head. Her long red hair hung loosely down her back. Her skin looked clear and milky and the spaghetti straps of her dress outlined her elegant shoulders. She smiled at the guys confidently, and strode into Kouga's arms, amidst a sea of hollering and catcalls from everyone except Sesshoumaru.
Rin was next down, to the same reception of yells, which were hushed in shock when she twirled in the dress, revealing its lack of any back. Sesshoumaru grabbed her before she could even take the last step and brought her face to his for a sweet kiss, which soon turned into a full blown make out session.
Miroku rubbed his hands in glee as he saw the tall shadow of Sango coming around the corner, but his entire face went slack when he saw her for real. The amethyst tiara in her curled up-do made her look like a princess, and Miroku was the first to tell her so when she walked up to him, smiling shyly, unusually. Miroku glowed when he felt her soft hand slip into his.
Kagome made the most entrancing entrance of all however. Her hair was done simply, in a side ponytail, but it was brushed and shone to within an inch of its life, and had a huge, sparkling metal flower embedded in her hair. Despite the obvious labour in her breathing, Inuyasha's breath caught in his throat when he saw her. The dress emphasized her figure and bust, and yet she could still move freely and beautifully in it. The embroidery added a touch of colour to the midnight dress, and the intense, dark eye makeup added an air of mystery and intrigue that Inuyasha had never seen before. However, this strange, new, sophisticated Kagome soon returned to normal, when he saw the twinkle in her eyes and the broad smile she shot him, as she walked up and gave him a warm hug, much to his surprise.
"Rin, get off Sesshoumaru, you've trashed your lipgloss." Kagome scolded hoarsely.
"Shut up!" Rin exclaimed, peeling herself off Sesshoumaru. "Look, it's all still there!" She pointed out.
"On him, you mean." Inuyasha remarked dryly, his arm draped around Kagome's waist.
"You know what, seeing as we just ruined this profound moment, let's go to the limo." Sango sighed, walking out towards the doors.
No one noticed Kagome's chesty cough as she shut the door behind her.
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OOH. LOOK. Purple blobs, orange blobs, yellow squares, blue diamonds all kinds of shapes and colors. It was only once Kagome had blinked a few million times that she saw the sheer awe of what an awards ceremony really was.
Leslie had dropped them off right in front of the famed red carpet, like all the other celebrities. Kagome felt a tingle through her veins as she thought about this fact in anticipation.
The next few minutes all seemed to go buy in a blur, with constant crass yells from the media, asking her to "give him a little mouth to mouth, sugar!" and "let's see your back, sweetie!" Yet somehow, she and her friends made it up the carpet in their respective pairs, rubbing shoulders with all of the biggest names in showbusiness. Cate Blanchett, Catherine Zeta Jones, Nicole Kidman, and to Kagome's immense joy, Jake Gyllenhaal (AN: Brokeback Mountain, people!). Kagome looked back at her friends every so often to see that they were doing fine.
Ever the seasoned professional, Miroku guided Sango gently, resting a reassuring hand on the small of her back, posing for minor pictures for the smaller, more specific journals, like MakeUp Today, and PublicismMajors.
Rin was having the time of her little life, posing over-the-shoulder for the cameras by a suave Sesshoumaru, fully overexcited at all the attention they were getting from paparazzi who wanted to know who this mysterious young man was, who looked so like Inuyasha Mireshi.
Ayame and Kouga looked as though they'd done this all their lives, posing and laughing together, playing it cool for all they were worth.
Meanwhile, Kagome was being ushered along by Inuyasha who simply whispered little instructions in her ear, and laughed at her not-so-perfect efforts to follow them exactly.
"No see Kagome, waving goes more like this. Use your HAND, not your hair." Inuyasha smirked evilly, keeping his tinted red shades on.
"I'm not using my hair for anything asshole!" Kagome replied jokingly.
"You know what, you can't be trusted out here anymore, we're going inside to our seats now. I give up with you..." Inuyasha muttered darkly, seizing her arm and dragging her under the opulent blue canopy leading into the halls.
Kagome stood, amazed, in the entrance, her eyes consuming the huge theater.
The stage was lit with with all kinds of blue lights, with smoke coming from the machines under the stage and dancers warming up and nerdy little tech guys running around.
There were tons of the rich and famous sitting around already, laughing and chatting, eating the sumptuous dinner that had been laid out for them all before the ceremony began in two hours.
Although Inuyasha found her starstuck gaze kinda cute, he snapped " Come on wench, let's go find our table. It's somewhere near the middle...I think..." he finished unsurely.
"Okay, you know what Mr. I Know Everything There Is To Know About Damn Awards Shows, it might help if we ask this helpful looking Italian man looking at us pointedly!" Kagome said decisively, turning around to face said man, dragging Inuyasha by the hand.
"Yess madame?" The man intoned, a stiff frown on his face.
"Umm, Mireshi?" Kagome tried, suddenly unsure of how to handle this little situation.
"AHHHH!" The man said, a look of recognition and deepest respect on his face all of a sudden. With a pristine smile, he turned towards the couple and held out his arm, ushering them between the many round tables in the dining area. "Mireshis, come this way. After you, Madame Mireshi?" the man said kindly.
Kagome blushed at the title she'd been given, whilst Inuyasha conveniently started straightening his tie, and looking behind him for the other six.
Catching them up, the eight friends made their way to one of the biggest tables, midway from the stage, and dead center.
"Inuyasha, can I just say, these are amazing seats!" Rin exclaimed, looking around admiringly. "We'll be able to see Cameron Diaz's Botox from here!"
"Oh come on, there's always Michael Douglas' facelift!" Miroku countered.
The two continued to banter about which celebrities had the most obvious plastic surgery facial or not, until they reached and sat down out their table, only to be greeted by a roar from Inuyasha that had Hilary Duff quaking in her Jimmy Choos.
"WHAT in fuck's name is wrong with you?" Kagome hissed, glaring at him over his menu.
"There's no Ramen!" Inuyasha whined at her angrily.
"Since when did you expect there to be?" Kagome asked incredulously.
"Whenever I'm ANYWHERE, I have to have Ramen, you should know that by now, bitch!" Inuyasha replied scathingly.
"Oh my god, we come to THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARDS, and you insist on eating a 2 dollar cup of noodles!" Kagome shrieked angrily, crushing the wine list in her hand.
"I want my damn noodles for chrissakes! I didn't come to this jumped up ego parade to get fed "braised duck liver basted gently in a bechamel sauce!"" Inuyasha yelled back just as heatedly.
"Well fine then, ask the damn waiters for your damn noodles!" Kagome shrieked back. "You are SUCH an embarrassment!"
"I'M an embarrassment!" Inuyasha yelled!
And the argument raged on, and on, and on, and on, and on, whilst Miroku gently egged the others on to ignore them, order their food and eat, cause neither of them were letting up any time soon. Really.
"You'd think that with one lung, she'd have run out of steam by now," Sesshoumaru whispered to Miroku.
"She's getting a little raspy now, and she kinda coughing too, so it shouldn't be long..." Miroku said, glancing at his watch as the waiters took their dessert dishes away, in preparation for the start of the ceremony.
"GOOD-FOR-NOTHING –cough-, SCHEMING, LOWLIFE-cough- BASTARD!" Kagome screamed as best she could.
Suddenly, as though sent down from the gods, a very red faced waiter appeared with a bowl of steaming Ramen on a gold-gilded plate, complete with monogrammed chopsticks.
"Thank you Lord of mercy and fucking deliverance!" Sango cheered, slumping over the table in ecstasy at there being no more noise.
Then the lights went down, and the music began to play, cameras rolling over the vast amount of people sat at the tables in front of them.
Kagome gasped in excitement, and sat forward in her seat as the presenter began to make the opening speech, complete with trademark corny jokes.
However, in the middle of the opening speech, Kgaome became aware of a weird sound behind her, looking back only to see Inuyasha slurping at his noodles like a vacuum cleaner. And it wasn't just her looks he was attracting, and most of the surrounding tables within a ten yard radius were glaring at him.
Inuyasha, in typical fashion, simply said, "Mind your own business! I paid for my goddamned noodles and I'll eat 'em how I want!"
The awards were wonderful, each person looking fantastic (mostly) and Kagome found the very atmosphere crackling with creative energy.
"And now...for the Best Newcomer to Media Presentation, the nominees are..." Holly Marie Combs read off the autocue (AN: Who else loves her in Charmed?)
"Kouga Chikara" Inuyasha growled at this.
"Ichii Tomoda"
"Gengi Hotai"
"And Inuyasha Mireshi!"
"And the winner is...Inuyasha Mireshi, people!" Holly announced, clapping her hands.
Inuyasha rose to thunderous applause kicking Kouga under the table "discreetly" (i.e. making the whole table rattle), and on glancing at Sango, who held the stun gun threateningly (where did she find space in that teeny tiny little purse, for THAT thing? Inuyasha wondered), and hauled Kagome up with him, towing her to the stage.
Kagome tripped over her own feet almost all the way up the huge glass staircase, and to the acceptance podium. Inuyasha grabbed his award, kissed Holly on the cheek briefly, and held Kagome's hand, squeezing it surpisingly gently, for having dragged her up there so fast she nearly broke her ridiculous heel. Or maybe that was just the dizziness talking...
"I'd like to thank a lot of people for this award, but I'm really not in the mood. So y'all get drunk tonight and get laid, and I'll see you at the Grammys!" Inuyasha said loudly, grinning roguishly into the mike.
And with that, Kagome's hand slipped out of his own, and she crumpled to the floor.
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"Shit." Inuyasha cursed quietly, echoing in the shocked silence of the crowd.
He swiftly put two fingers to her neck, feeling a weak, rapid pulse.
He cursed again, and decided there was no time to lose. Screw the complete inability to even put on a Band Aid right, he was going to fix this himself, seeing as it was the hospital that got her here in the first place.
Inuyasha picked her up in his arms, limp as a rag doll, and ran down the stairs, around the tables, down the red carpet and into the night...
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"Miroku?" Sango said forlornly, breaking the icy silence left in Inuyasha's wake.
"It's okay, I promise." Miroku said, strking her back soothingly. "Inuyasha'll keep her safe. He wouldn't have taken her if he didn't think he couldn't." Miroku wasn't half so sure though, and looked out into starry, crisp night his best friends had fled into the depths of.
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"BREATHE DAMMIT!" Inuyasha said, pumping another lungful of air into hers, pumping on her breastbone.
"For GOD'S SAKE KAGOME! Don't leave me..."Inuyasha said, his face crumpling slightly, just a little.
He breathed for her again, and again, and again, and felt for her pulse. There was none.
And it was with that apparent realization, Inuyasha sat back on his haunches, and released a bloodcurdling, agonising howl of deep loss into the air.
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"Did you hear that?" Ayame piped up, bringing her head up from Kouga's chest.
"Sure as hell. Can't be good, dammit..."Kouga said, feeling bad for the hanyou, despite their differences.
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"Inuyasha?" Kagome thought weakly, gripping onto the side of the black abyss that seemed determined to suck her in.
"INUYASHA!" She yelled out, not knowing how to make him stop hurting her soul with that howling.
"Dammit, I WANT TO LIVE!" Kagome screamed, her own agonising scream.
And Kagome returned to the land of the living.
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Dammit. He'd lost her. Once again, karma was being a bitch to him, and had taken the fastest friend he'd ever made, and someone he believed that maybe, just MAYBE, he copuld have had a future with. A real one. A beautiful one. And she was gone from him now. Forever.
"Kagome?" Inuyasha said disbelievingly, looking into her once pale face, only to see rosy color leaking into the cheeks.
"What?" she replied groggily.
"That's the best you got?" Inuyasha said, shaking her gently, and checking her over, sniffing and prodding her body.
"You nearly die, and all you have to say to me, your savior, is What?" Inuyasha asked, laughing at her.
"I didn't nearly die, you were just slow in saving me..." Kagome said, rubbing her eyes and collapsing against Inuyasha strong chest, enveloped in his arms.
"Slow my fucking ass!" Inuyasha said goodnaturedly. "Come on, let's go home." He said, loading her onto his back.
Kagome squealed in surprise, as Inuyasha gripped her legs, holding her safely to him.
"Home..." Kagome thought sweetly, as she rested her head between Inuyasha's shoulders.
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"So, I can keep her here then? Just make sure she rests...Who do you think I am, some asshole, jeez sure she can sleep...Whatever, piss off." Inuyasha said grouchily into the phone, and hung up.
He turned round to the sleeping girl on the other side of the bed, raising his eyebrow at te puddle of drool she was creating near his pillow.
No time for inappropriate ogling though, he thought, eyeing Kagome's breasts spilling out from her bustier due to her position on the bed.
"Get your ass up, you need to get out of that dress before you kill it." Inuyasha said, shaking Kagome awake, already being in his "So What?" pajama pants.
As Kagome peeled her eyes open from Inuyasha's bed, she said groggily, "Somehow, I wanted Jake Gyllenhaal making me get out of this dress tonight..."she said jokingly.
"Oh yeah?" Inuyasha challenged.
"Yeah!" Kagome agreed, the challenge flashing in her eyes as she sat up.
"Well, can Jake Gyllenhaal do THIS?" Inuyasha said, swooping down and covering her mouth with his own. He held one hand up behind her head, supporting her neck , and pulled her torso to him with his other hand. The kiss turned fiery passionate almost immediately as Kagome gelled herself to him, their toungues battling for dominance in this kiss. All physical harm was forgotten in the depth of the moment.
Unlike the last one, which was all about exploration and first times, this was all about the desire, all about the passion, all about the feeling charged in that one moment, charged in that one night.
This was different from all the rest, and should have followed on so, but Inuyasha, miraculously, pulled away. (AN: It's too early for a lemon!)
"Well?" Inuyasha said, panting, taking in her flushed face and swollen lips, the dark gloss of desire in her eyes.
"Not a damn thing on you." Kagome said, smiling slightly in her disheveled state.
"Didn't think so." And with that, Inuyasha closed the door gently, going to sleep on teh couch in his lounge, to nurse his hard on into submission.
He'd be awake all night...
DAMN I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY LOL! 15 pages in Microsoft Word. I hope you appreciate this one, as a LOT of time and feeling went into it, and I consider it a landmark chapter. Let me know of any questions you might want to know the answers to, and let me know about the oneshot idea (see top author's note) Love you all so much!
Love Inukagchick11 xxx