A/N: Oh my god! Ya'lls reaction to the last chapter was amazing! I feel so much love from all ya'll and I hope this next installment doesn't dissapoint! I kind of rushed it, and may go back to edit a few things or if i find some errors, but for this most part this is the next chapter lol. As always, tell me what you think and how you feel!
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The months rolled by with relative ease and predictability. Each day went on as one might expect them to, without major events disrupting their lives. Kagome continued to dance and compete, Inuyasha was still always in his room plucking away at the guitar, and their friends maintained their own lives as well. There was one minor change; Kagome and the girls returned from winter break to discover that they'd garnered quite the reputation with their male peers. Despite them being in very public relationships, boys were getting bold with declarations of infatuation. It had varying effects on their relationships, what with Kouga reacting violently and Miroku with humor. Kagome and Houjo just seemed to ignore it, instead deciding to focus on dance and mastering new techniques. This was only possible because of the security and trust each had in one another.
In another corner, someone else seethed and fumed every time he heard rumors or suggestive gossip about Kagome. It was a strange thing, really, because he was acting more territorial over Kagome than Kikyou. Having decided to stay with her, he'd come to the conclusion that it was better to be miserable with someone he didn't love than single and pining for someone he couldn't have. None-the-wiser, Kikyou seemed to be attracted to his sudden emotional detachment. Her own insecurities compelling her to work harder to keep his attention. On the outside, they were the ideal couple that other students tried to emulate. Which didn't make it a surprise to find out they were the front runners for Prom King and Queen. While the title meant a great deal to her, Inuyasha couldn't care less if some plastic crown was put on his head. He was just ready to graduate and not be subjected to watching Kagome.
The year-end prom was a hot topic for everyone. The student council had announced that the theme that year would be stars and space; very original and exciting. But despite the lazy planning, this dance was actually a very significant event for some. It was the last one for this year's graduating class. Inuyasha, Kikyou, Miroku, and Kouga were only a few weeks away from the end of their high school careers. At the end of the term, they would walk across a stage, collect diplomas, and transition into the next phase of their lives. For those being left behind, it was a terrible deadline, growing more daunting and upsetting with each passing week. These were the ways of high school; it wasn't the first occurrence of couples being separated by graduation, and wouldn't be the last. With only a week before prom, some students were left to scramble and find a date. But, for Kagome and her friends, it'd been settled already; and with such charismatic boyfriends, it wasn't surprising that their 'prom-posals' had been outlandish and flamboyant.
The first to accept her boyfriend's invitation had been Ayame. Kouga was the captain of the track team and it was the final race of the year. Eager to break his previous records, the sprinter had been pushing himself to run faster than ever before, almost to the point of exhaustion. It seemed as if the hard work had paid off, because he ran across the finish like ahead of everyone else and set the school's record in one fell swoop. Ayame was cheering and screaming her lungs out as Kouga celebrated with the team, her pride and attraction for the boy growing by the second. She loved the way his legs looked in track shorts, and how his tanned muscles rippled in the warm sun's glow. As she began descending the stairs towards the field, a terrible sight caught her attention. Kouga was clutching his chest, then crumbling to the dusty ground with a pained cry. Peopled rushed to surround him, but Ayame was the only one present few who wasn't aware of his ruse. Her terrified reaction was genuine as she climbed over the metal gate separating the field and stands.
"Oh my god! Someone call an ambulance! Kouga!" She was truly fearful for him, worrying that all the extra work had done damage to his heart. Pushing and shoving past those who stood around him, she gave no care if that person was a coach or a student. The seventeen-year-old fell to her knees beside him, eyes falling across his body in a desperate search for the source of his pain. He wouldn't open his eyes, not even as she violently shook his arm and screamed into his face for him to wake up. When no one took action to call for help, Ayame became enraged. "Are you all stupid? Someone call the medic!"
Taking her gaze from his unconscious form, Ayame looked back towards the stands in search of the medics, but what she saw made her freeze. Using a great level of coordination and cooperation, the people in the stands were holding up large, white sheets of paper to form one big rectangle. And on the white surfaces, spanning across the ten-foot length, the word 'Prom?' clearly stood out in bold, black letters. Hearing something shift in front of her, Ayame turned her attention back to Kouga. He was laying on his side now, arm bent so that his chin rested in his palm, and a smug grin was plastered his tanned face.
"So?" He questioned her, fully expecting excitement and laughter on her part. However, he was sorely surprised when her hand shot out to slap his chest.
"You jerk! I thought you were going to die!" Ayame's face broke out into a frown as she sobbed into her hands. Everyone who had been part of the elaborate scheme instantly felt bad and regretted pulling such a joke. Kouga quickly sat up on his knees and tries to console his crying girlfriend, feeling like the biggest ass in the entire world. After knowing her for so long, he thought this was her kind of humor! However, her sobs suddenly became chuckles and she pulled back to laugh in his face, her own clear of tears and mouth grinning cheekily.
"You were faking?" He was both relieved and annoyed at her antics. But Kouga's scowl didn't last long, because in the next moment Ayame was throwing herself onto his sweaty body and hugging his neck tightly.
"That's what you get for trying to trick the school's best actress. Of course I'll go to prom with you!" She whispered into his ear and felt her heart soar when the students and faculty cheered behind them.
Sango was seated at her desk, hunched over a French text book with a bored expression on her calm face. It was first period, and her's just happened to be homeroom, allowing the sports oriented student to catch up on any unfinished homework. Everyone else was keeping busy with their own school work. The teacher was seated behind his desk, glad for the only hour of his day that didn't require he impart knowledge. The atmosphere was a peaceful one; until the TV came alive with the daily, student-produced news. Every class room in the high school had a flat-screen mounted on the wall, fulfilling useful needs such as this. However, the student news was predictable and mundane, giving Sango no cause to look up from her reading as she listened to the student anchors go over the day's important topics.
"Hey, man what are you doing? No! Get off the set!" There was a bit of angry banter going on, which was unexpected, and Sango finally looked up to see what was going on. What she saw made her eyes widen and face turn red. Miroku was hijacking the student news report, and he was dressed in an excessive number of layers over his uniform.
"Sango! Go to prom with me! I know you said you didn't want to but for every second you make me wait for an answer, I'm going to take something off!" His handsome face was smirking into the camera, hands pulling at the first jacket that fell away to reveal another one. The student anchors behind him were fussing and storming off the set, and teachers could be heard in the background with angry voices. None of it seemed to affect the brash teenager.
Everyone in the homeroom class turned their attention to Sango, who was gripping her pen so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her chocolate eyes burned into the TV screen, watching in fury as Miroku kept shedding layer after layer. Was no one going to stop him? A girl seated behind her leaned in to urge Sango to go after him, but she simply turned her face back towards the French book. She listened as someone finally came forward and pulled her boyfriend away from the cameras. His voice could be heard complaining and laughing as it faded into the background.
The rest of the day was torture for the shy junior. She didn't like having people watching her, knowing she was the reason for the morning news disruption. They weren't teasing or being mean, but friendly and encouraging as they told her to say yes to him. Everyone else thought his stunt was so romantic and grand, especially the girls who were known to have a crush on the dashing boy, but Sango thought it was immature. Oh, just wait until lunch; he was going to get it!
"There's my lovely Sango!" Miroku's voice filtered loudly in the cafeteria as he approached the deceptively calm girl, seated at their usual lunch table. Kagome and their rabble of friends were there already, all waiting nervously for the showdown that was about to occur. Blissfully ignorant, Miroku took his spot at Sango's right and set his food tray next to hers. He had just gotten comfortable when the furious girl finally unleased her pent-up rage.
"What were you thinking?!" She exclaimed angrily, pounding the side of her fist into the table's wooden surface. It got the attention of those around them, but Sango's dignity had already been sacrificed and she didn't care who witnessed this. Miroku looked surprised as he pulled away from Sango. "You embarrassed me in front of the entire school! I know you don't have any shame, but I don't appreciate you trying to strip in front of everyone! I told you I didn't want to go to the prom and I thought you'd respect that. You're inconsiderate and-"
"You're right, I'm sorry." He cut her off, instantly accepting his fault with a calm voice. Sango stopped her yelling, but her eyes still glared daggers towards her thoughtless boyfriend. Miroku let out a gentle sigh and looked away, an apologetic expression on his handsome face. "I know it was a crazy thing to do and that it was a long-shot to begin with. But I had to try something, Sango. It's my last year here and you've never gone to prom with me. I wanted to take you at least once. I get it though. I'll stop asking." His disappointed tone and honesty made Sango's resolve crack. She began to regret her hasty reaction. After a moment of reflecting, she realized that there had never been any consideration for his motives or reasons behind wanting to go to the prom. Sango watched as he stood up to leave, and she wanted to reach out and ask him to stay, but her pride prevented that from happening.
Their friends exchanged similar looks of sadness as they realized Miroku and Sango wouldn't be going with them to prom. It wouldn't be as fun without them. Sango was looking down at her half-eaten tray of food when Miroku's hand suddenly deposited a brownie before her. She looked up curiously.
"Got the last one for you." He mumbled and leaned in to kiss her cheek before turning to leave. Sango watched her boyfriend retreat from the cafeteria and she bit her lip nervously. He looked so broken and repentant. Kagome nudged her friend's arm and gave Sango a stern look, telling her to go fix the situation before there was irreparable damage. Now wasn't the time for one of their infamous breakups; it was the end of the school year and time was too precious.
"Yeah, okay." She groaned and picked up the brownie before following after Miroku. It was discovered later on that she'd reluctantly agreed to go with him to the prom.
"Houjo, you're making me nervous." Kagome's voice was laced with a timid laugh as she held her hands out, feeling around to see what surprise might be in front of her. Behind her, Houjo stood with his hands covering her eyes. He laughed softly and guided Kagome down the hallway, their movement awkward due to her hesitant stride. It was after school hours and the only students who remained were those with club duties.
"Just trust me." He whispered into her ear. As they approached the unknown location, Kagome could hear music playing faintly. When they got closer, she recognized it as one of her favorite classical pieces; the 'Flower Duet' from Lakme. Once they entered the room, she breathed in the sweet air and heard the music all around her, causing a beautiful smile to tug at her pale lips.
"You know me so well, Houjo." Her voice was light and playful. But in the next moment, when his hands pulled away from her eyes, Kagome was left speechless. They were in the dance room, a place that was very dear to the two of them. They spent every spare moment practicing in this room, honing their craft while also growing incredibly close. However, the dance room had been rendered useless for the time being. All around her were bountiful flower arrangements, ranging in every shade of blue imaginable. They filled the room with a heavenly, floral scent. As Kagome looked around in amazement, she began to spot picture frames hiding among the flora. She looked back at Houjo with a curious smile, and he gently took her hand in his.
"I took a note from your mom and put together some pictures." He began slowly, leading her to the wall at their left. The first picture was a group shot of their dance team at the academy. Side by side, they stood proudly. It was from four years ago, reminding Kagome how much they'd grown since then. "The first time we spoke was in class. You were learning to dance en pointe and Madam was being tough on you. I remember how upset you looked, standing at the back of the line, and I couldn't help but try to make you smile." Kagome remembered that day. She remained silent as he led her to the next picture.
"This was our first dance together on stage. I was so nervous for this performance, but you encouraged me and hugged me for the first time. It was all I needed to feel confident. You made me a better dancer, Kagome. And from then on I did my best to do the same for you." One after another, Houjo took Kagome through a trip of their most tender and important memories. There were pictures of the two sitting in her living room just watching TV, going to Halloween parties together, but most were of their time spent dancing. As they went around the room, smiling and laughing, Houjo seemed to grow somber. The final picture was of them at her birthday party, lost in the moment of their slow dance. "This is my favorite picture of us, Kagome." He had to pause, causing Kagome to glance up at him.
"Houjo?" She whispered and rubbed his arm comfortingly. "What's wrong?" The music continued to play around them while he seemed to look for the right words.
"Kagome, I want the chance to share this kind of dance with you one last time. Will you go to prom with me?" It was the question she'd been waiting for all week, and happily Kagome accepted with a smile.
"Of course! But…why do you say it's the last time?" She craned her neck back to gaze up at Houjo's disheartened face, which was somewhat brightened by a bitter smile.
"Because this is my last year at this school. My parents have decided to move back to Houston. So, when I go with you to the conference, I won't be coming back for senior year." He turned to hold both of Kagome's hands in his, giving them a tight squeeze when he saw her eyes water. "You were the best part about living in New York, Kagome. If it hadn't been for you, I don't think I would have been happy at all. You are the first love of my life and the best partner I will ever have. No one will ever mean the same as you, Kagome." His words were having the duel effect of breaking her heart, as well as making it race with affection. For the first time in months, her mind wasn't preoccupied with concerns or guilt about Inuyasha.
"So, what does that mean for us?" She asked timidly, sniffling her nose and blinking the tears back. Houjo gave a heavy sigh and shook his head, as if he didn't know himself.
"Well, I want to be with you until the very last moment; that gives us until August 7th when you fly back here after the conference. By my calculations, we have about three months left on the clock. I'm not going to ask you to try some long-distance thing with me. But I'll be damned if we stop being friends." He pushed past his own aching heart to comfort the crying girl. Tears were rolling down Kagome's red cheeks as she tried to stop herself from sobbing. She may not have had intense feelings for the wonderful boy before her, but it would have been a lie to say she'd never felt anything for him. He was a major part of her life, even beyond the role of boyfriend, and the aspect of dancing without him was what caused the most pain.
"This sucks." She finally grumbled, her jaw fixing itself in a strangely adorable pout. Houjo chuckled at the sight and pulled Kagome in for a tender hug. His hand soothed her back while she held onto him for dear life.
"Yeah, it does." No other words needed to be said. Instead, the emotional vocals of her favorite opera conveyed their emotions.
Once again, the house was in chaos. It seemed as if the Taisho's couldn't go one month without needing to turn their home upside-down for some major event. It was mostly likely due to Izayoi's need to celebrate, even the smallest event was important enough to warrant a party. Separated into two camps, the first and second floor were being used for the boys and girls to get ready for prom. Izayoi, ever the host, had decided to bring the spa to her home instead of running around the city with three girls in tow. Kagome, Sango, Ayame, and Kikyou had all been invited to spend the day being pampered, styled, and made up for their big night. A throng of beautician and stylists had been hired for the entire day, bringing with them all their tools as well. Beginning around nine in the morning, Sango, Ayame, and Kikyou arrived fresh-faced and sleepy; blank canvases ready to become works of art. At this point, Inuyasha and his father had been restricted to the first floor. Houjo, Miroku, and Kouga would arrive later on with their suits.
Starting with facials, the master bedroom and bathroom were both transformed into a salon. Each girl had access to their own beautician and stylist, and all were discussing possible hair-dos and makeup to complement their dresses. After facials came manicures and pedicures, with each girl choosing unique colors and designs from each other. With skin glowing and their nails manicured, it finally came time for hair. By now it was one in the afternoon, and there'd been a short break for both the professionals and clients to enjoy the pizza that had been delivered to the house. As the four girls took turns getting their hair styled, as there was only one ideal spot in the bathroom to allow for it, they were each given their own distinct look that went well with their dresses and personalities.
Unintentionally, the girls had all gravitated towards similarly designed dresses. All full-length gowns, there was breathtaking Swarovski crystals sewn in to the strapless, sweetheart neckline-ed bodices. The skirts of their dresses were made of varying material, but the most distinct variations between them were color and fabric used.
Sango's dress was a shamrock green shade, making her already tanned skin seem even more exotic in contrast with the richly dyed fabric. The bodice was a modified sweetheart neckline, as she hadn't been comfortable with how much cleavage the original design had exposed, and dark green crystals were sewn into the fabric. The silk of her gown draped over her athletic form, softening her usually hard and intense appearance and elevating it into the realm of elegance.
Ayame had chosen a tiffany blue colored gown, which was also made of a shimmering silk, but the detail came from the way bodice's fabric was folded and twisted to sculpt around her chest. Designed with an empire waist, along her ribcage, flirty cutouts had been altered to expose her sides and back. The cutouts were lined with strips of silver crystals that dazzled and sparkled. It certainly was the most flirtatious of the four gowns, but it looked gorgeous on Ayame's voluptuous form.
Kagome had chosen a pale pink dress, it's skirt consisting of layer upon layer of sheer tulle. When standing still, the layers condensed and formed an opaque pink sheath around her legs; but any movement caused the sheer fabric to dance and float as if lighter than air. With a high empire waist, a pink band of satin acted as the transition from bodice to skirt. The bodice was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline, just like the others, and was made of the same color as the skirt. In swirling designs, silver crystals dazzled in the light. Her bust, while still not as developed as the others, looked completely enticing thanks to the supportive effect the tight bodice had.
Kikyou's dress was a dark, wine colored piece made of satin, which was as soft as butter. The fabric hung on her body like a second skin, appearing wet in nature as it cascaded over her long legs. The bodice was strapless and very tight, drawing attention to her heaving chest. White crystals sparkled brightly, in a stark contrast to the dark colored dress, and it was a masterfully crafted dress. As expected, it was gorgeous on Kikyou, who looked as if she could step onto the red carpet and not look out of place at all.
As for their hair, the stylists had a field day. Sango's brunette locks were pulled back into a ponytail, as they usually were, but this time there was added elegance to it that only a trained stylist could achieve. Her bangs were pulled back from her face, pinned to form a subtle bump at the top of her head. And from the perfectly placed ponytail, which wasn't sitting too high or too low, at the back of her skull, the hair had been manipulated to form one main curl. Kagome mentioned that it looked like a twister, and it was very beautiful as it tapered at the end, reaching just past her shoulder blades.
Ayame's mop of auburn tresses were styled and teased into a side-part at the top of her head, curling into effortless looking beach waves. Pulled and bunched into loose braids, they were gathered to one side at the back of her neck, allowing random wisps of hair to escape the carefully planned coif for an added, windswept effect. It gave the appearance of casual sophistication.
Kikyou's hair was given a similar treatment as the stylist tried to attain a beach-wave look with the long, black tresses. Gathered to one side, the stylist began a lose fish-tail braid that began at the nape of Kikyou's neck and extended to the very ends of her hair. With tendrils of gently curling hair escaping the braid to frame her heart shaped face, it had the effect of softening her usually intense appearance. It counteracted the aging effect the dress had, and reminded everyone that she was still only a teenager pretending to be older.
Kagome's hair had taken the longest to complete. After sitting for a few hours with huge hot curlers on top of her head, the sixteen-year-old's hair fell in soft waves that were reminiscent of a 1950's movie star. Parted at the side, the hair around her face was pulled back and twisted, pinned at the back of her head to leave her beautiful face open and exposed. Hairspray added volume to the back of the hair, and each section was twisted and teased until the stylist was satisfied. On each shoulder, a portion of her loosely curled hair rested and bunched in an attractive look. The rest rolled down her back in bouncing waves; looking very glamourous.
With makeup applied afterwards, the girls then slipped into matching heels. Izayoi had been taking pictures of the entire day, documenting the important event to later share with their families. Having completed the job, the beauticians and stylists took their leave a little after five o'clock. The boys were already downstairs getting dressed, most likely watching sports with whatever free time that was left. Upon seeing the lack of effort put into their hair, one of the stylists hung back to help the clueless teens. This was a very important night, and with all the hard work put in for the girls, it was only appropriate that the boys reflected even a fraction of the same sacrifice.
The four couples were scheduled to have dinner at an upscale restaurant first, then at eight they'd arrive at the school. With the prom ending at around midnight, they had to make the most of the remaining night. Each girl had convinced their parents they'd be staying at one another's house, when in actuality they'd all be at Miroku's home, with his mother away for the weekend, needing to be present at one of the city's important fashion shows, he had been entrusted with the keys to the manor. This was going to be a night to remember.
Downstairs, the boys were putting the finishing touches to their outfits. Having been told to generally match their suits with their partner's gown, each young man was uniquely dressed. Miroku's suit was made of the blackest material between all four of them. It was tailored perfectly to fit his lean form, and the shirt he wore underneath was black as well. His tie, however, was a silk creation that matched in color to Sango's dress. It was understated and simple, like himself. His hair had been styled to form an attractive feaux-hawk, gel keeping it in place and adding texture to the soft black fibers.
Kouga had refused to show up to the prom dressed in a light blue monstrosity, arguing that people would compare him to Jim Carrey's idiotic character from one of his most hilariously annoying performances. Instead, he opted for a navy-blue outfit that complimented Ayame's dress nicely. His tie was tiffany blue, at least. His black hair, which was only a few inches shorter than Inuyasha's, had been parted at the side, then brushed back from his face after a bit of product had been run through the dark strands. It produced the same texture and waves as Ayame's hair, making the young man appear quite chic.
Houjo was wearing a deep plum colored suit, almost metallic looking as it shimmered when in a certain light. The shirt he wore underneath was white and his tie was a soft pink. His russet hair had been gelled and brushed back, looking classic and handsome on him; there was only so much one could do with his hair. His muscular body looked striking in the bravely put together suit. Not many would willingly wear shades of pink in order to match their girl's dress. However, Houjo came from a background that allowed him the confidence and security in himself not to mind.
Inuyasha was dressed very sharply in a dark grey suit, the shirt underneath being the same wine color as Kikyou's dress. The tie was a thin, black strip of fabric that didn't distract or clash with the simplistic, but effective outfit. It was a stark contrast to how he usually appeared, and Inu-Taisho felt pride swell at how dapper his son appeared. His silver hair had been pulled up into a seemingly lazy bun, but there had been quite a few techniques used in order to achieve such an effortless look. In addition, it was quite attractive in contrast to the formal wear he had on.
"Everyone's ready!" Izayoi's excited voice echoed from the top of the stairs, alerting the group of men to stand up. They'd been watching the tail end of a football game, seated lazily in the living room furniture, and had almost forgotten the reason for coming together in the first place. Eager to see their dates, the four young men filed down the hallway towards the landing of the grand staircase. Inu-Taisho brought up the rear, feeling bittersweet about the whole event. It was just one more reminder of how grown his children were, and that every year they needed him less and less. In a moment comparable to the staircase scene in Titanic, the boys were left speechless at the sight of their dates.
Each a vision in her own right, Kagome and her friends were all smiles as they descended the stairs gracefully. Izayoi caught pictures of the boy's reactions, laughing under her breath when she noticed how star-struck Inuyasha seemed to be when he looked at Kikyou.
"Ok! Everyone stand with their date at the bottom of the stairs. I have to get a picture for your parents." There was an eruption of groans as the teenagers shuffled into place at the bottom of the stairs. Awkwardly, each girl stood in front of their date and posed with dazzling smiles on their faces. Kagome and Houjo were standing to the left of Inuyasha and Kikyou, and the silver-haired boy couldn't stop himself from steeling a few glances at the girl who consistently occupied his mind. He had mixed feelings when Kagome initially came down the stairs, Kikyou only a few steps behind her. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, and it took a great deal of restraint to stop himself from taking her hand before Houjo got the chance. A bright flash went off, pulling Inuyasha from his musings, and Izayoi clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Inuyasha, you have to actually look at the camera. And Miroku, stop putting bunny ears behind Sango's head." Snickers and giggles were put to a quick stop with one dangerous look from Izayoi. The teens quickly straightened up, resumed cheerful poses, and were finally released to go enjoy their night. Izayoi and her husband stood in the doorway, watching them slide into the limousine with excited faces and laughter. Despite looking grown up, it was clear just how young they still were. A deep, shuddering breath caught Izayoi's attention and she looked up at her husband's pained face with a sympathetic smile.
"When did they grow up? Just yesterday Kagome was wearing water wings and Inuyasha needed a night light." He questioned dismally. She felt the same way, but knew that her husband was feeling it more significantly than herself.
"Come on, we have the house to ourselves tonight." She began slowly, placing a warm hand against his chest. She felt the strength underneath his shirt and smiled. Her husband was still very much a handsome man by anyone's standards, but the years were beginning to have an effect on his body. He was approaching fifty years and hard muscles were beginning to soften. Still, he was the only man for her. "Touga." Her voice dropped sultrily and he looked down curiously. "I'm not wearing any underwear…" This got his attention and a dark grin pulled at the older man's face. In the next moment, he'd shut the door and pushed Izayoi against the wall.
Dinner had been very interesting. Not only were they joined at the upscale sushi restaurant by other groups of students attending the prom, but the entire time they had discussed what would be happening after the dance. Over-night bags had been taken to Miroku's house the day before, and everyone was volunteering fun activities to entertain them through the night and early morning. It was clear that there would be alcohol and enough rooms to accommodate their needs, whatever they might be. Kagome and Houjo shared bashful glances, their minds coming to the same thought, which Kikyou noticed from across the table.
"Maybe tonight's the night Kagome will finally give it up." She announced teasingly, then frowned when Inuyasha gave her a rough jab with his elbow. "Ow." The snarky girl rubbed her pained arm while the conversation went onto other topics. But Inuyasha didn't pay attention, his focus was on the girl seated across from him, who wouldn't look up from her plate. She knew he was looking at her, but refused to meet those golden eyes with her blue ones; and it was starting to irritate Inuyasha. Ever since his drunken night, she'd been stand-offish and cold towards him. They never played video games or even teased each other anymore. Nothing had changed for him, so why had it for her?
Prom was everything Kagome had been expecting, and then some. Upon arrival, the four couples had their pictures taken and cast their votes for Prom King and Queen, but eventually they all separated to enjoy this special event with their date. Held in the gym, in the dim lights one could barely recognize the room that hosted basketball and volleyball games. Beautiful, sparkling decorations had been put up to catch the multi-colored lights and everything seemed to be bathed in a silver haze. Pounding music played around the students, encouraging them to dance and enjoy themselves with relative abandon. There were a few teachers mulling around to keep the chaos to a minimum. For Kagome, there was no one else besides Houjo; the two were lost in each other as they danced and jumped like no one was watching. Every once in a while, they'd bump into one of their friends, but for the most part everyone kept to their own dancing partner.
Hours passed without a hitch. At this moment, Kagome and Houjo were catching their breath at one of the tables lining the perimeter of the dancefloor. Sango and Miroku had just come up to join them when the music was lowered and the painful feedback of a microphone grated against their ears. The principal was standing on top of a raised platform, an envelope in hand, and he told the students to cease their dancing and pay attention.
"Hello all, I hope you've been enjoying yourselves tonight. Let's give applause to the student council who put this beautiful night together." There were a few seconds of unenthused clapping before he began speaking again. "I want to congratulate you all on the amazing school year we've just completed. Your hard work did not go unnoticed, and it is because of you students that this school remains the best in the city. For the graduating seniors, I wish only the best for your future educational endeavors. You're all poised to be successful and I look forward to hearing about the amazing things you'll accomplish." Everyone remained quiet as their principal rambled on. The things he was saying were nice, but not what everyone wanted to hear on this night; save it for graduation.
"Just tell us who won King and Queen!" A male student yelled out from the sea of teenagers, causing an amused reaction from his peers. The principal cleared his throat and looked down at the envelope in his hand with a frown.
"Alright, I will now announce this year's Prom King and Queen." Everyone waited with bated breathes as he unfolded the paper and pulled out a small slip. Somewhere in the crowd, Inuyasha allowed Kikyou to hang on his arm as she jumped with anticipation. He wouldn't rain on her parade, but this wasn't something that excited him like it did her. In the next few seconds, their names were called out and applause erupted around them. Silver confetti poured down from the ceiling and music was turned back up. Kikyou pulled Inuyasha by the hand towards the platform, tears in her eyes and a lovely smile on her face. Seeing such a genuine expression on the usually stoic girl, Inuyasha couldn't help but smile in response and helped his girlfriend before they were standing above the student body.
"Thank you so much!" Kikyou whispered as a twinkling tiara was placed atop her dark head. A bouquet of flowers was then handed to her, and she held it gingerly to her chest as if it was her first born. Inuyasha allowed the principal to put the plastic crown on top of his head, then adjusted it to sit comfortably as he also relished in the adoration of their fellow students. It didn't come anywhere near to how it felt at the talent show, but Kikyou was on cloud nine. After saying a few words of gratitude, it was announced that they'd share a dance in front of everyone. A slower-paced song began to play as Inuyasha led Kikyou back to the dance floor, which was suddenly empty. Kagome and the rest of the group pushed their way to the front of the crowd that surrounded the dance floor in order to watch the royal couple share the special moment.
Kikyou was pressed against Inuyasha, and his arms were wrapped comfortably around her slim waist. Her bouquet was still clutched inside her hand, hanging against his back, and a spotlight became trained on their gently swaying form. Everyone seemed charmed and entranced by the beautiful couple, but Kagome did not share the sentiment. In the darkness, it was impossible to see her bitter expression as she glared at the couple.
'If only they knew the crap he pulled. I bet Kikyou would dump him if she knew that he tried to come onto me.' Never before had she felt so vindictive and bitter. Seeing Inuyasha and Kikyou so clearly in love and beautiful forced Kagome to acknowledge the very significant feelings she had for the idiot, and jealousy she felt towards Kikyou. This girl had done nothing to deserve being his girlfriend. She was mean and rude and entirely cruel; so what did Inuyasha still see in her? Why was he still with her? Why couldn't he just break up with her already?
Snapping out of her tormented thoughts, Kagome shook her head and pulled Houjo's arm over her shoulders, as if it would remind her of her own idyllic relationship. Only in her dreams could she and Inuyasha be together, so what was the point of actively wishing for the demise of his relationship with Kikyou? Nothing felt right. It was as if this life was some weird alternate version of another reality; one where she and Inuyasha were together, and Kikyou didn't exist. Sighing softly, she decided to stop watching the painful scene and led Houjo away to get something to drink. It was the only logical distraction she could think of to get away from everyone else.
"Who would be most likely to…trip and fall at graduation?" Seven fingers lifted up to point at one singular person seated in the circle, causing the chosen victim to groan and lift their beer can to their lips.
"You guys are so mean! Stop saying things that only apply to me!" Kagome whined into the metal can, then tipped it back to drink for seven consecutive seconds. This game had been going for about thirty minutes, and while many had only begun on their second beer, Kagome was now finishing her forth. The general consensus was to get Kagome drunk, and with a game designed to make her lose at almost every turn, the plan was well under-way.
After arriving at Miroku's empty house, everyone had taken the opportunity to change out of gowns and suits in favor of something more comfortable and relaxed. The guys were in basketball shorts and tanks while the girls were sporting their cutest pajamas. The night started with everyone taking three shots of tequila, instantly lowering many of their inhibitions. It moved onto a few rounds of beer-pong, then vodka shot roulette. Now, as they played another drinking game, it was apparent that it would soon be time to retire for the evening. Amorous glances and smiles were being thrown across the room, charging the atmosphere with sexual tension that could be cut with a knife. Kagome was clearly the most inebriated, as she was laughing incessantly and leaning against Houjo as if her sense of balance had been shut down completely.
"Okay, I'm calling it a night." Miroku stood up from the floor and stretched exaggeratedly, making a show of yawning and acting tired. Sango rose up from her spot and moved next to him, smiling shyly and tugged on his sleeve discreetly.
"Yeah, me too. Good night." She bid farewell with a blush tinting her cheeks, then left with her boyfriend to disappear into his room. Ayame and Kouga were the next to depart, locking the door to one of the guest bedrooms behind them. Their sensual laughter could be heard in the living room, spurring the rest of the group to move on as well. Houjo helped Kagome to her feet, and she fell against his taller form when gravity seemed to render her legs useless.
"Oh! Sorry Houjo," Kagome mumbled as she hung onto his shoulders, looking utterly adorable in her drunken state. Kikyou and Inuyasha were on their way to the master bedroom in search for their own privacy, leaving Kagome and Houjo to use the only other guest bedroom. The seventeen-year-old was trying to wrangle Kagome towards the door, laughing with her and putting his hands on her waist in a way that irritated Inuyasha. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his gut, because he knew what was going to happen when Houjo and Kagome shut the door to their bedroom. He didn't want to think about that southern idiot violating her…but what reason did he have to stop them? No amount of explaining or denying would negate his obvious jealousy if he acted on his desires to separate the two. With balled up fists in his pocket, Inuyasha turned his back and moved into the bedroom designated for himself and Kikyou, allowing her to shut the door behind them.
Their hands moved across each other life hot fire, fingers tracing and grazing skin never before seen or felt in their lives. There was no sound other than their labored breathing, gentle moans, and lustful sighs; creating a music all its own. A white sheet draped over their bare forms, cocooning the pair in soft cotton, and was pulled up over their heads to shield them from the world. On her back, Kagome was left in just a pair of white lace boy-short panties and a matching bra. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head, and a look of pure desire masked the nerves building up inside of her.
Hovering above, Houjo was down to his boxer-briefs and there was a noticeable bulge at the front. His perfectly sculpted, dancer's body was only a few inches above her own, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her thighs and hands resting beside her shoulders. His shuddering breath mixed with hers in the space between them, and their eyes locked for the first time.
"Are-are you ready?" He questioned softly, swallowing his own nerves when she timidly nodded her head.
"I think so…" She whispered, her timid voice betraying her. Kagome shut her eyes as she felt his hand come up and gently rest on her left breast. It was clear that neither knew what they were doing, and that everything was being made up as they went forward. It was strange to be touched like this, not unpleasant, but not what she had expected. Houjo leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss while his fingers began pulling at the lace edge of her bra. Goosebumps rose up all over Kagome's body and she slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing their exploring lips harder together. When he began to rock his hips into hers, forcing his hardened member against her untouched center, it set a reaction in Kagome that caused her to push away and clamp her legs together tightly.
"Wai-wait!" Houjo quickly sat back on his knees, forcing the white sheet away and exposing them both to the dim light of the bedside table's lamp. His breath was heavy, as was hers, and for a while they stayed like that. Looking into her eyes, Houjo saw fear and trepidation. Kagome was obviously not ready, and the fact that she was still very drunk didn't make him feel any better about the situation.
"Kagome, it's okay. We don't have to do anything tonight." He reassured, then began pulling the sheet into his lap to hide his still very prevalent erection. Instantly guilt and relief washed over Kagome and she broke down crying. Bringing the back of her hand up to cover her watery eyes, she had to take sharp breathes in between words.
"Im - so – sorry!" She began sadly, her voice louder than it needed to be. Houjo moved to sit next to Kagome, instead of on top of her, and tried to sooth the weeping girl. "I – wanted – to do – this – with you – so badly!" With each word, her voice seemed to get louder and more upset. It was sure to attract the attention of their friends if she didn't calm down soon. Pulling a sympathetic smile, Houjo tried his best to calm Kagome.
"I know you did. It's just not time yet. That's okay, Kagome. Just please stop crying." He quietly pleaded, but his kindness and forgiveness only made Kagome feel even more guilty. She rolled over and sat up on her knees, putting her back to Houjo as she hugged herself and continued to sob loudly.
"I'm a terrible person! You're so nice and sweet and I'm a horrible, mean person!" Tears streamed down Kagome's face as she folded over at the waist and wept sadly. Apparently, she was the type of person that got sad when alcohol was introduced into their system. Internally, Houjo was freaking out; externally, he was freaking out as well. Running a frantic hand through his tousled hair, he was at a loss for words or action. She didn't seem to want to be comforted! But then there was a commotion outside their door and it was suddenly pushed open to reveal a pissed-off looking Inuyasha.
"What did you do to her?!" He demanded angrily, voice hard and eyes blazing. At the sight of her hunched over and crying, and in her underwear, Inuyasha felt his blood beginning to boil. Houjo scrambled to get off the bed, forgetting about his own lack of clothes and the evidence of his desire still semi-present for Inuyasha to see.
"We didn't do anything. I think she's just had too much to drink." He said quickly, but Inuyasha didn't seem to hear him. The older boy came around the bed, picking up Kagome's forgotten shorts and t-shirt along the way, and dropped them on the mattress at her side.
"Get dressed, Kagome. I'm taking you home." He informed her, his tone making it clear that this was not up for negotiation. She was too bashful and ashamed to argue, and waited until both boys had left the room to get dressed. Outside of the bedroom door, Inuyasha glared at a nervous Houjo, his arms folded and a deeply-set scowl etched onto his handsome face. The younger boy simply cleared his throat and excused himself to the bathroom. It was the most awkward situation he'd ever been in, and would have given a limb to been able to avoid it. Kagome appeared in the door way, dressed in her pajamas, leaning against the jam and looking disoriented.
"What now?" She questioned softly, sniffling her nose and blinking reddened eyes. Inuyasha sighed and led her towards one of the couches, forcing her to sit down.
"I'm calling a cab and then you and I are going home." His voice was strangely soft and patient, despite still holding a rather clipped tone. Kagome nodded and then fell to the side, curling into a ball on the couch.
"I don't feel good, Inuyasha." She mumbled softly and shut her eyes.
"Yeah, that's cuz you haven't eaten anything since dinner and you mixed your alcohol and liquor. Just keep your eyes shut. I'll be back in a minute." Inuyasha gazed down at her pitiful form and wished he could take away her discomfort. When a shiver wracked her body, he quickly pulled a throw blanket over her and smoothed her wild hair away from her face. "Idiot."
"Inuyasha, let Houjo take Kagome home. There's no reason you have to leave." Kikyou demanded angrily as she watched her boyfriend carry a passed-out Kagome towards the taxi. Clearly upset that her night with Inuyasha had been cut short, Kikyou once again tried to convince him to stay. Houjo was helping him get Kagome's body safely inside the back seat, while Kikyou stood fuming in the warm night air.
"What is the point, Kikyou? Look, we live in the same house and I'm the only one who can get her past mom and dad without them finding out she's drunk. So, shut the fuck up, call yourself a cab, and I'll see you at school on Monday. Give me her bag." He snapped at Houjo, who quickly gave him the duffle bag. Inuyasha walked around the back of the car and got in on the other side before shutting the door loudly. Houjo and Kikyou watched as the yellow vehicle began to reverse out of the driveway, neither sharing a word as they went back inside. Kikyou stomped her way into the master bedroom, while Houjo made himself comfortable in the living room. His own cab would be arriving soon.
"Wake up." The words were vague and fuzzy, barely reaching Kagome's awareness as she faded in and out of consciousness. Her body was slumped over, naturally falling into the curve of Inuyasha's larger form, cheek pressing into his shoulder and her face contorted into a worried expression. "Kagome, I have food for you." He spoke again, giving a rough jerk of his shoulder to rouse her awake. It worked, and she snapped her head back with a disgruntled groan.
"What?" She croaked softly, unable to open her eyes just yet. The world was still spinning and she was barely able to hold back her nausea. The smell of cheap Mexican food wafted in the air of the backseat, making her stomach growl hungrily.
"I got you crunchy tacos. You gotta put something on your stomach so you can sober up." He dropped the paper bag in her lap, the warmth heating her bare thighs, causing Kagome to open her eyes. Her hand-eye coordination wasn't the best, but she did manage to unwrap one of the tacos and take a sluggish bite. With cheeks full of food, Kagome chewed and enjoyed the taste as if she'd never had anything so delicious in her life. Seeing her look so content put Inuyasha at ease, and he looked over at the driver before nodding his head for the man to take them home.
"This is good. Thank you, Inuyasha." She spoke with a full mouth, having to put a hand in front of her face in case a crumb wanted to escape past her teeth. When Kagome finally took the risk of looking over at him, she saw his curious and disappointed gaze, which made her want to start crying all over again. He didn't ask about what happened, but he didn't have to. At this point, she was still inebriated enough to disregard the consequences of her actions and words. "I couldn't go through with it." She started, looking back down at the half-eaten taco.
"I don't want to hear about it." He cut in, putting up a hand as if to try and stop her. But Kagome didn't listen.
"Houjo is moving back to Houston, so I wanted to do it with him at least once before we have to break up. He's been so nice and patient with me and it seemed like the right thing to do. And things were going okay at first." Shrugging her shoulders, Kagome sighed and took another large bite of the taco. Her gaze fell on everything except for Inuyasha.
"Kagome, don't say anything more. Please." He pushed again, trying to remain patient and calm. The teenager noticed their driver looking at them through the rear-view mirror and scoffed. "Nosy bastard." Inuyasha reached forward and shut the clear, sound blocking partition between them.
"We were kissing and touching each other and it felt nice…but that was it. It was just nice. There weren't any sparks or anything. And when I felt his hand on my…and his thingy against me." Kagome blushed deeply as she swallowed her food, then balled up the taco wrapper before going for another. "I freaked out and started crying. I feel so bad for leading him on, but I don't want my first time to be with someone who doesn't make me see fireworks." Inuyasha closed his eyes as he was subjected to her rambling against his will. On one hand, he was glad that she hadn't gone through with it…but on the other hand he couldn't get the image of her in a bra and panties out of his head.
"Okay, Kagome. I get it." He replied slowly, looking out at the window. "Just eat your tacos." There were only a few minutes of silence before she had to open her mouth again.
"Everyone always expected me to do it with him. But I don't want to always do the things people expect from me. Sometimes, I want to be spontaneous and reckless. I want to be with the person I really love…not who I really like." Tears were starting to well up in her eyes now, and she quietly wept as she took another bite of her second taco. "But the person I love isn't someone I can be with!" Despite having food in her mouth, muffling the words, they were still clear enough to catch Inuyasha's attention. He looked over at Kagome, who was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, looking absolutely pitiful.
"Come here," He said softly, pulling the smaller girl into his side again. Despite her distant actions this past month, he still considered Kagome one of his closest friends. It felt nice to have her so near him again, and he allowed himself a moment to inhale her sweet aroma. Then, he realized something that should have been caught sooner. "What do you mean, you can't be with the person you really love?" He asked quietly, worried now that there someone other than Houjo garnering her affections. Kagome breathed through her nose as she swallowed her food, tears still falling.
"The boy I think I love is with someone else. That's all I want to say about it." As if to put any further inquiries to rest, she closed her eyes and relaxed. A heavy silence fell over the two after that, but they remained leaning on each other for the remainder of the drive. It only took twenty minutes or so, as Miroku didn't live far from Inuyasha. At around three in the morning, Inuyasha and Kagome were left standing on the dark driveway, with the security lights providing the only light to see by. Neither seemed ready to go inside. Inuyasha had both his and Kagome's bags slung over his shoulder, and he turned towards her unsteady form with a strange look on his face.
"Kagome, it's time to go inside." Offering his arm to her, Inuyasha was surprised when she came to press herself flush against his body. Her arms snaked around his mid-section, hands coming to rest against his shoulder blades. "Wait…" It was a feeble attempt to stop her, because deep down he enjoyed feeling Kagome against him like this.
"Do you remember doing this to me?" She asked huskily, craning her neck back to gaze up at him. "I can't stop thinking about it, Inuyasha." There was a desperation to Kagome's voice that had never been there before, and it unnerved Inuyasha. He didn't know what to do, but when her legs began to buckle, he dropped the bags and automatically wrapped his arms around her.
"Kagome, what are you talking about?" He asked eagerly and pulled her up so she could stand, making him aware of just how close their faces were to each other. Her hands fisted into the fabric of Inuyasha's thin shirt.
"I think I love you, Inuyasha. But not like Sesshoumaru or Dad. I love you differently." Those words seemed to suck all the air from around them, and Inuyasha's heart skipped a beat. As his brain tried to process everything that was just said, he felt Kagome shift against him as she lifted up onto the balls of her feet. It was enough to close the distance between them, because he then felt a pressure against his lips. Kagome's blue eyes were shut and breath held as she remained frozen against him; waiting for his reaction. The next move was his; should he let go of his inhibitions and lean in, or hold fast to his convictions and pull back? Before the choice could be made, Kagome was pushing him back and turning her body awkwardly.
"What are you-?" Inuyasha was cut off when Kagome suddenly emptied her stomach into the bushes that lined their driveway. She was desperately trying to hold her hair back during the disgusting act, and Inuyasha quickly jumped in to assist. His hand pulled the tresses into a loose collection behind her neck, while the other made soothing motions against her back as she recovered. "Kagome, we need to go inside." He told her, helping the trembling girl to stand and walk around the house towards the garage. It was a quieter and more discreet entrance than the front door. Stooping down to pick up their bags, Inuyasha held Kagome's waist as they stumbled into the car-port.
"Okay, Kagome. Before you fall asleep, I need you to drink a bit of water." Inuyasha whispered as he emerged from her bathroom, holding a small cup. The lights were off, so he could only make his way through the room by the light of the moon coming through her window. Already asleep in her bed, Kagome was sprawled out across the mattress, snoring softly and looking content and blissfully unaware of how much Inuyasha was suffering. The troubled teen quietly set the cup on her bedside table and looked down at the drunk girl with a shake of his head. Her words were still a confusing mystery, and he chalked most of it up to her intoxicated mind. Still, the kiss had been real.
It wasn't a very good kiss, it didn't last long, and she'd ruined the moment by vomiting in front of him; but it had caused the most dramatic reaction inside him than any kiss he'd ever experienced. Never, not even as children, had Kikyou caused his heart to race as fast or soul become so soothed as Kagome had. He drew his bottom lip in to nibble on the tender flesh nervously. What was he supposed to do with this knowledge?! It'd been somewhat possible to ignore his feelings before, but now they were loud and staring him right in the eye; demanding to be acknowledged and for action to be taken. Still, what could he do? For all intents and purposes, he and Kagome had been raised as siblings. If he were to pursue a relationship with her, how would others react? And now that he was finally on good terms with his father, could Inuyasha give it up just to be with Kagome? And his mother; what would she think?
Inuyasha sat down on the edge of Kagome's bed as he gazed down at her beautiful face, and in that moment all reasons for them to not be together disappeared. Being near her, touching her, felt like coming home after being away for a thousand years. A sad smile curled on his lips as he lightly brushed a few errant strands of hair from her face, causing a cute twitch of her cheek. It pulled a gentle chuckle from Inuyasha, then he shook his head and sighed.
"I…love you too, Kagome." He whispered into the silent room, thankful the recipient of those words was lost in her dreams. "I love you like nothing before or now. But, I can't give you what you want." Leaning over her, Inuyasha allowed himself this one thing, rationalizing that it would be the only thing he'd ever have, and placed a gentle kiss on her parted lips (thankful that he'd made her brush her teeth before collapsing on the bed). Lasting all of three seconds, he pulled back with an unreadable expression and briskly left her room. Just as before, that kiss only served to prove the intensity of his feelings for the strange girl; and made his denial of those feelings all the more painful.