A.N. This was inspired by my run in with bad luck. Apparently every time I hear a song, a series of catastrophic events unfolds. I was in dire need of Nyquil, and lo and behold we have like four bottles of it…but only in the form of liquid grossness, but unless I wanted to add severe vomiting to my cold symptoms, I had to stick with whatever came in pill form aka Excedrin... In my dazed and feverish stupor I had hoped that it would magically ease all my cold symptoms and put me to sleep. Unfortunately, I did not read their ingredients label before popping the recommended dosage and only after did I find out that the bastards are caffeinated. Helpful for fast action…not so much for catching any sleep. Which explains why I am posting at this hour on a school night. But I am pretty glad that I finished this.
Summary: Between being accused of attempted suicide and waitressing for a cruise-liner, is there any room for Kagome Higurashi to feel anything romantic for the prick of pricks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Kagome & Sesshoumaru
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Precious Moments:
(Tsuki)
Deserted Island:
Karma
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Now how was it that she had ended up stranded with the worst person possible on the sandy shore of an unidentifiable key somewhere near Barbados?
Raven tendrils wove in and out of pure white sand and lightly tanned appendages were sprawled just as haphazardly as the hair, as if in purposeful mockery.
The girl had gained consciousness ten minutes ago after a horrible spasm of coughing back out the ocean. It was shortly after that that she surmised that she had washed upon shore on some miraculous floating debris, after falling off her cruise ship. It had taken her a moment to remember how specifically she had fallen off, but it came to her when she realized where she was—or rather…what she wasn't on.
In her stranded-companion's case she coolly made the assumption that an attempted assassination had occurred and he had been shoved off.
But why at the same exact moment she had to fall off board?
She narrowed her eyes. Maybe he was secretly a drama queen and couldn't stand being upstaged for attention. After all, the entirety of the cruise's population had been there to witness her embarrassing careen off the ship. Maybe he was slightly loony and jumped off himself for the publicity…
Kagome Higurashi let out a lengthy groan and kicked at the sand. She lifted her hands skyward and asked, "Why God?!"
Perhaps it was karma for… Kagome blinked. Wait. What could this possibly be retribution for? In all her twenty years of life, she could count the number of atrocities that she had committed on one hand. She could lose a finger and still have ample digits to perform that task. She never killed anyone or robbed a bank or cheated on a test—hell she even did bi-monthly community service. No… nice girls like her never offended the Karma gods this terribly.
Her brown eyes flickered in accusation then to the silver haired man who had nonchalantly discarded his white button up shirt in favor of sun-bathing on the sand. His eyes were closed as he lay stretched against a dune in a pair of jean khakis.
Her brow twitched, 'Him.'
Sesshoumaru Taisho.
Of course he could manage to look as if he were at a Calvin Klein photo shoot even as some castaway on a deserted shore.
Surely this act of horrendous loathing from the gods was all sourced by his deeds. She was certain he was part of the Yakuza. He emitted a chilling vibe, he flashed cash more than his undeniably perfect, but oh so irritatingly arrogant smile—which he did a lot, mind you.
She could have thought of at least a hundred things that he probably could have done to piss someone up there off.
And her being cast on this deserted shore with him was probably the result of her also being the only one aboard the ship not completely smitten with him.
'Forget wolves. This man is an oni in sheep's clothing. Hell he probably would have eaten that damn wolf anyway.'
Kagome curled up into a ball on the sand and cried in a raspy tone, "Damn your awful karma!"
She could go on and on about every single feature about him and why she so heatedly despised it. And oddly enough they had only met yesterday morning…
At a volume she knew he would hear, she asked, "Are you just going to lie there all day?"
"Hn."
What the hell kind of response was that? Hn? She wanted to tear her hair out. "At least use actually words," she lowered her voice to a mutter, "you prick!"
She heard a scoff that gave off a 'you didn't even deserve a response the first time,' sort of intonation.
Kagome rolled onto her back and muttered in a cheerful tone, "I hope you get sun-poisoning…"
But as she looked at what she was wearing, she knew should would be the one who would probably end up with a vicious sunburn.
She was in a yellow two piece bathing suit under a white tank top and a pair of jean cargo shorts. Although the top of the bathing suit was a modest, crossed back halter and she was wearing a tank top, she still felt a bit exposed. Especially with that womanizer around…But she was glad at least that she hadn't lost her favorite sandals. They were still a bit damp even now and but they were fine other wise. They were a cute cork wedge, open toe affair with satin yellow ribbons that were still tied in a bow on her ankles. She definitely would have mourned that loss.
But for the sake of not wanting to end up with ghastly tan lines, she slowly removed them.
The sun was starting to cast a surreal sort of illusionary state to the shore and Kagome felt a bit drowsy.
Although she knew she probably should have found some shade to fall asleep under…she was just so tired.
All thoughts of her companion and his own possibly less than scrupulous thoughts left her mind.
The next thing she knew, she was out.
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(Tsuki)
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When she woke up, Kagome felt oddly snug. The ground was just the right temperature and as she curled closer to herself, she didn't feel the scraping of hot sand against her skin as much.
Her eyes slowly opened. Everything had a softer feel to it. It was late afternoon, she presumed, as the sun had lost some of its intensity.
She rubbed her eyes and was surprised to find herself covered in white cloth. She took in a surprised breath, "What?"
As she looked down, it quickly registered as Sesshoumaru's shirt. Three of the buttons had been done and the lengthy article fell down to her knees. Her shoes were strewn next to her on the grainy soil.
Kagome's hand gingerly touched the buttoned area and the tic that had been present earlier assaulted her brow full force. All three buttons were at breast level. She rubbed her temples.
But she had to admit, it was a ….kind gesture. Kagome grimaced. 'Though I still can't help but feel somewhat violated.'
She took a second to observe her surroundings, and found that she had been moved. Rather far in fact, she noted with alarm. She couldn't even see the shore anymore. The girl was seated under a lush mango tree somewhere with the heart of the lushly vegetated section of the island.
The inane section of her mind that deduced that Sesshoumaru was in the yakuza, now whispered its newest theory. Like a mantra, it kept telling her that he had carried her that far to do away with her.
Kagome stood after taking in things for a moment.
"And here I thought you had entered a coma."
It took all her will power not to shriek. Kagome pasted on a mocking smile and turned around to greet the person that she was stranded with, "Thought…or hoped?"
She saw him raise a brow, "I should ask you that same question."
Kagome looked confused, "And why is that, may I ask?"
Sesshoumaru scoffed, "Your ingratitude of my rescue is leading me to believe that you truly had been attempting suicide. Had I known you would have been this hostile, I would have gone about my business," he sniffed.
Kagome looked appalled, "Suicidal? You think I'm suicidal?! For your information, I love my life! Maybe not at times like these, but you know what mean!"
"You were leaning over a railing conversing with yourself." Came his velvet drawl, "You did not leave that impression solely on me."
The petite girl stomped her foot, "I was getting some stupid toy for a kid and I fell over! That does not make a suicide!"
"Then neither does it explain this senseless animosity." Sesshoumaru approached her with narrowed eyes, "I am wholly positive that I will be able to survive here until my rescue. You," his eyes traced her form more languidly than needed, and Kagome felt her cheeks heat up, "Not so much. Now, unless you do in fact have a death wish, change your tone, and I will continue to tolerate your presence."
Kagome looked into his steeled amber eyes and scowled, "You started this, Taisho!" She looked away from him. "You thought I was a waiter! You rudely asked me to get you a drink, handed me money, slapped my ass and told me to be quick about it…In front of that entire crowd of people permanently attached to your person, no less!"
"I don't recall slapping your ass." Again Sesshoumaru gave her a look over and took a seat against the trunk of a tree. "I don't recall ever getting that money back either..."
Kagome began rethinking the past events, suddenly alarmed. "Maybe it is my karma that made me fall over board. Maybe meeting you and this were all part of some horrendous retaliation against stealing fifty dollars from you…" She scowled, "Why would you even buy a drink with that kind of money?!"
"Morally inept people are the only ones who would not consider giving back change."
Kagome sighed and closed her eyes, "I refuse to argue with you. I need to appease—"
"Say the word 'karma,' again and I am truly deserting you." Kagome closed her mouth and Sesshoumaru let out a snort, "Now how does one go about being that superstitious?"
Kagome slunk to the ground in front of the tree parallel to his. "It's not superstition! It's totally a proven fact. I mean my horoscope is never wrong—I just forget to listen to it sometimes…"
"I'm sure," he murmured, unconvincingly.
She huffed, "I'm guessing you don't believe me. Well yesterday's horoscope was this: 'Careful Taurus, a green temptation is lurking around the corner. Be wary today and do watch out for wandering hands…'" She threw a scathing glance at Sesshoumaru who promptly ignored it. "Compliments of Tauroscope dot com," she said haughtily. "I was tempted by your money and you slapped my ass exactly as it said would happen! Try and be skeptical now!"
"What was your horoscope for today?"
Kagome's eyes lit up and she suddenly clasped her hands together, "'Lucky, Taurus, you are in for a very good day, today. You are going for an enjoyable swim and will spend the week with an amicable not to mention good-looking companion.'" Kagome grinned, "See! We'll be rescued before today is over, so I can finish the day with my swim and spend the week with that companion!"
Sesshoumaru looked appalled, "That's almost humorous."
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(Tsuki)
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Grateful for choosing to wear a water-proof watch, Kagome was able to note that half an hour had passed since the two had last spoke.
The silence though, was somewhat maddening.
She had fallen in that morning and now it was past four o'clock.
The sun wouldn't be setting for at least a few more hours, but it was starting to get colder.
Suddenly Sesshoumaru moved. The tall, lithe man rose to his feet gracefully and began scouring the area. In seconds he was reaching up to break of branches from various trees.
"What are you doing?" Kagome's voice was hoarse from a combination of lack of use, and the fact that she had taken in so much seawater.
Sesshoumaru did not spare her a glance, "Making shelter. Care to help?" The latter did not sound like a question as opposed to a command.
Kagome laughed uneasily. "You don't think that you're that person from my horoscope, I hope. Didn't you hear the requirements?"
Sesshoumaru pretended to look as if were reconsidering the idea. "Perhaps you're right… saving your life certainly couldn't make me amicable."
Kagome blanched, "B-but...." the girl worked to compose herself. It was futile. "A week," she practically screeched incredulously, before closing her eyes and sinking to the ground. "Here?" She murmured in utter defeat.
Sesshoumaru smirked, "So it certainly would do you well to change that attitude of yours and go searching for wood and rocks to build a fire with."
As five o'clock came and passed, Kagome was starting to think that Sesshoumaru had been a boy-scout for a good majority of his life.
He had erected a large tent like structure out of hefty leaves, sticks, and vines. Afterwards it had taken him a few short minutes to start a fire. Though the fire had not been that miraculous. After all, she had been him puffing on cigarettes more than once on the cruise ship, so undoubtedly he had had a lighter on his person.
But then, while he had her scale the mango tree that she had been resting against (which had been cause for her to curse the very essence of his being for the first five minutes of the process), he had disappeared for about half an hour and counting.
Kagome had decided, since she had basically been able to rob the tree almost entirely of its fruit in that time, to see if she could find some dried grass for the floor of the makeshift tent. Besides, more firewood was needed if they wanted to have a fire throughout the night.
She strapped on her sandals and ripped a length of vine off of the trunk of a tree. It would come in handy for bundling wood later. She deftly wrapped it around her arm to keep it from getting tangled and she hurried off.
The raven haired girl didn't want to be separated from Sesshoumaru in the dark.
It was still about an hour or so away from the time of the Caribbean sunset, but she still didn't want to risk it.
Kagome picked up as much dried wood as she could find, bound it together with the vines and strapped it to her back. That way she would concentrate on finding something to pad the tent floor with, with free hands.
As she searched though, her thoughts strayed to Sesshoumaru.
Maybe it had been a bit foolish to be so judgmental of him…
As her hand snaked grab a shocks of wild grass, a small smile crept onto her face.
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(Tsuki)
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She returned to the intoxicating smell of roasting freshly caught fish. Kagome found Sesshoumaru sitting before the fire rotating them.
He had set up several sticks with some specie of fish that Kagome had never seen before. Though as long as they were edible though, she was quite certain that she didn't even care…
The platinum blonde looked up when he heard her walk into the small clearing. He genuinely looked disappointed. "And here I had hoped that you had run away."
Kagome rolled her eyes and dropped the dried grass inside the makeshift hut, "I take back all the good things I said about you."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow, "I don't recall hearing any of these 'good' things."
The girl huffed, "And you certainly won't anytime soon." She began untying the wood.
"All understandable, considering that I am sheltering you as well as supplying you with food," he nodded and gestured towards the fish.
Kagome sighed as she moved towards the fire and placed down the wood. "…Right." She ran a hand through her hair and sat in front of the fire across from him. "I guess I should be thanking you." She rubbed her arms and looked into the crackling flames, "And apologizing."
She gingerly looked up and across at him, "Thanks for everything you've done so far. I'm sorry though my attitude has been a bit less than …appreciative."
Sesshoumaru nodded a bit, "I accept your apology. After all, if we are to spend a week here, then we should do so civilly."
Kagome smiled and clasped her hands together, "So perhaps we should start all over again?" She relocated herself so that she was in front of the man. "My name is Kagome Higurashi…it's nice to meet you."
Sesshoumaru suddenly scoffed, "I never pegged you as the 'Kagome' type."
She had been willing to over look the fact that he had not even known her name. Minus the overboard incident and the ass slapping thing, she had been virtually invisible on board. But the way he said her name with such distaste? The girl's brow twitched but she forced composure, "Yeah, well, that's my name, so you'll just have to get used to it for the duration of this week."
"Unnecessary, I'll undoubtedly have forgotten it by tomorrow."
Kagome grit her teeth together….
This guy…
She had to spend an entire week with this guy?
No way were the both of them making it off that island alive...
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(To Be Continued)
A.N. So tell me what you think. I wanted to end it there because I want each segment to be based off their own separate themes lol.
R&R