A/N: You guys, I am perfectly aware of spelling errors (after I upload the chapter) so PLEASE stop telling me that, especially when the majority of you make the same mistake. Tell you what, I'll proofread this chapter. But if I miss a few, forgive me for I am not perfect. But you seem to love my stories anyway, and it makes me feel so wonderful, thank you all.
My precious fans, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for neglecting this story. I was being stupid, so here it is so I hope you will find it pleasing. I love you all, genuinely. And I cannot begin to thank you for all your beautiful support, hug & kisses.
This is a 'special' from me to xxwannabexfairyxx. You are a punk, you are so unbelievable juvenile it pisses me off to no end. You are the image of the stereotypical anime fangirl, in your case little girl the phrase beautiful ignorance is the farthest thing from my mind. You're pathetic, narrow minded interpretation of my fic says all I need yo know. The way you prejudged it showed just how old you are, so before you go and tell me what I am, you need to graduate middle school you little preteen jackass. Never insult my work without the proper background, you'll find my verbal assault targeted on you.
Let that serve as a warning that my temper is short, and if I am ever accused of shut BS again I'll have to give a shout out to the next fool. However don't misunderstand, its not that I can't take critique. Its when people slam me with crock like "You made kagome a whore! You evil bitch!" first off Kagome may be a 'exotic dancer', but as you will read in this chapter she is no where near a hooker, she has dreams of becoming a writer. But the misfortunes in life can crush your aspirations, unless your heart is willing to work harder to achieve them then before.
Previously on One in a Million
My tears turned bitter cold as they flowed in small rivulets down my paling cheeks. "But-but what about the baby Hojo?" I knew I sounded pathetic, a dependent fool that didn't even accept that he was dropping me like dead weight.
"Abortion," His lips curled. "What the fuck else? Or are you gonna raise that bastard child on your own!" Finding that particular comment funny, he smirked wickedly. Not to forget what sort of humor he possessed.
The lump gathering in my throat made it ache, I felt my voice go dry. "No . . . I don't have the money or the space. You know that." I whimpered in guilt,
"I thought so." Narrowing his eyes dangerously, "I'll be leaving now. Miyako has my ass under a radar," Laughing once more as he clenched the handle of the front door. "Oh and . . . don't contact me anymore. Needy sex isn't worth my time." SLAM
Sixteen, I was still an insecure little girl. Without a father, so I clung to any male presence I could obtain. Sadly, that's what had happened. That's when my fiery attitude toward men had gratified in means to protect myself from getting damaged. That is how I am, Kagome Higurashi. Royally screwed up girl in society,
One in a Million
Chapter#5 beautiful arrogance
"Sango, I was so embarrassed." I sighed in humiliation, burying my face in her clothed shoulder. "Now I'm labeled as a home wrecker. As if it's not bad enough my mother was one, like mother like daughter!" I laughed hysterically, it was a sad fact. Everyone knows the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
"Kagome don't do it!" She shoved me back a few inches, clasping my arms so I'd look her in her fiery eyes. "You are not your mother. You're a beautiful, talented, intelligent, girl. You just need time to recover, you're still -in my eyes - the child that she neglected!" Though her words held thatbold determination to convince me, she was gentle.
"I'm . . . I just wish life was fair, I wish I was fortunate." I felt her finger tips graze my cheekbone, leaning in for an embrace. "But in a sense I am, I have you, Sango. The greatest friend a girl could ever have," that smell, I couldn't put my nose on it. Herb. Why would she carry such a scent, she wears that new honey fragrance, Chanel number 5. What the heck?
"Thanks," she playfully nudged my head. "You're quite a catch, yourself." I couldn't put my finger on it, after that mortification at the club, I walked myself home. Just in time to catch Scarlet Love, an over dramatic late night Japanese soap. I watched it over our small TV set out of boredom. It was so ridiculous.
"Hideki, Mitsurugi is on his death bed . . ." The suave French-Japanese actress sobbed into her tissue, not very persuading. Her bob cut bounced as she twisted her shoulder to face her male co-star. "The doctors say nothing can keep him stable at this point. He's drifting in and out of consciousness, you need to make amends with him before it's too late!"
The other star, Mitsurugi Maehara. Eyes sparkling, pulling the red head into a fierce kiss. His hands tangled in her dyed mane. Moaning as he spoke passed her plastic surgeon enhanced lips, this was pathetic. "I know Akane, I just hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me for my treachery." This grown ass man began shuddering with tears. I rolled my eyes, becoming rather annoyed with lack of a decent plot and horrible acting, I was astonished how high the ratings were.
"I know my big brother loves you like a family member, he'll forgive. He just needs to hear you to admit you were wrong." Akane's actress told him with little expression. "Please Mitsu, I beg you." Akane leaned in, swabbing a kiss to his cheek.
I sighed, clicking the remote. If there was anything I REALLY hated, with a burning passion it was fairy tales that just weren't realistic. If a show can deliver and still remain original than it definitely has my vote, but maybe it was my up bringing. Mine was the farthest thing from picture perfect, or exaggeratedly loving.
"I'm hooooome!" Sango's chipper call, broke me of my thoughts. I waved the back of my hand, glancing at the digital clock. 1:46 PM, she was phenomenally late once again. "Kagome, I brought some Ah-So!" Her pearly white wisdom tooth poked out like a mischievous neko in those kiddy animes. I raised my brow,
"Thank you Sango, you're too kind." I stifled a giggle, while strategically analyzing her, whether she read my swift eyes movements or not. "So." I muttered while struggling down a spoon full of fried rice. "What brings you home at this hour?"
"Huh?" Her eyes darted at my quick question. "Long night, Kag. What else?" I gulped down the rice slowly, deciding whether going into her questionable absence was worth her brooding silence for a day or two. And I wasn't in my usual tolerable mood so I let it slip, I would bring up this subject on another day.
"You're right," I smacked my head dumbfounded. Damn I look like an ass now, I mentally smirked. "I must be paranoid." Sango nodded with a goof smile and strode away to the kitchen, I released a heavy sigh. "Guess I better hit the sack, night Sango!" I yelled, heading off in the direction of my room.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite!" She hollered back playfully.
I ironically enough, I got the role of first girl of the night. Naraku dished that to me after I setup in the back, even after my scene with that man's girlfriend attack. That man . . . I found my mind drifting back to him, again. Why though? He was a regular here, I hated men like him. But hell, they paid the bills. He seemed to be somewhat different, his eyes . . . like the rising sun, a rich gold. His hair . . . I wonder if he dyes it, I've never met a true silver-haired man. Hmm . . .
"Please put your hands together for the lovely . . ." I remembered where I was, standing behind the heavy velvet curtains, dressed in my contemporary school girl attire. I was so sick for wearing this, I sighed. "The enchanting . . . KYRA!" My favorite DJ announced vibrantly, that's my Que.
Damn baby all I need is a Lil' bit
A Lil' bit of this, a Lil' bit of that
Get it cracking in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to whipping that back
Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing
Let me see it go up, and, down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go round and round
I sauntered out with the most amazing display of confidence. My wavy sleek tresses flagged behind me as I twirled around, flaunting what I had. A number of choices I had to snag as much cash as I possibly could. Wearing a white button up collar shirt, and a very noticeable black bra underneath. Accompanied by a tradition plaid skirt, and sheer white stockings, topped off by a pair of ebony heels. "Come on boys!" I winked, gripping the pole as tight as I could.
All man really need is a Lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl, just a Lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a Lil' bit
I can show you how I live in a Lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a Lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a Lil' bit
Get to kissing and touching a Lil' bit
Get to licking and fucking a Lil' bit
As long of eternity it felt like under the blazing stage lights, my routine took only fifteen minutes. As soon as I had slipped on my scantily clothing, it was sooner that the barely there rags came offThe hip-hop rhythm retreated back into the large speakers centered all around the stage. And I made my final stance as the lights flashed and my figure faded into the darkness, fleeting off into the backroom.
"Hey honey child," Robbin called nonchalantly. She was busily drawing on the remainder of her sensual rosy eyeliner. Her dazzling emerald irises fixated on my reflection in the parlor mirror, "Looks like you did yourself good t'night, shook what your momma gave ya?" She quirked a chuckle, eyeing the sack of 20s I swung subconsciously.
"You could say that," I smiled. Striding passed her, resting my nearly bare backside on the leather sofa. "So, what's the jam for Daisy?" My lips curved to a smirk, her stage name was cute. She stayed true to her southern heritage, and from what I remember Daisy was her mother's name. It held such sentimental value for her, maybe she felt a warmth in her heart that gives her the courage to frolic in front of these men.
"Cherry Pie." Robbie simply muttered, gliding on her famous American made honey flavored lip gloss.
"Another American metal song, right?" I joked lightly,
Her extended lashes fluttered, as she turned quickly on her designer heels. "Yes ma'am!" The silly redhead winked, "Besides worrying over me, sugar. I wouldn't be a genuine friend if I didn't ask . . . is that chicken head pestering you still?" Crossing her arms she questioned me fiercely, oh lord. Robbin and her determination, hell you gotta love her though.
"No, I haven't seen her or him back out in the bar. But if they were here my eyes would've spotted them," I grinned.
"Well, if I catch her spiteful hide any where near you." Robbin crackled her knuckles, and narrowed her brows so wickedly I twitched in intimidation. "I'll handle mine, a good ol' dose of southern hospitality, per say."
"You and you're loud American speech." Sango sighed comically, leaning her weight against the stiff plaster wall. "But it certainly drives our Asian men into a frenzy."
I nodded, as our loveable US born Robbin bowed gracefully as if she were accepting an award. "Well ya'll are so fair and well spoken ya gotta expect me to bring the hype!" She giggled through her thick accent.
"I really admire you," I muttered insecurely. But in fact Robbin was the poster girl for guts, maybe guts was an understatement. . . Cojones, would be the word
The 22-year-old's swift eyes made contact with my own shy ones. "Sugar, there ain't nothin' to admire. But, I suppose in the same light I admire ya'll as well."
Sango grinned impishly, "I never thought I'd see the day when Robbin Chesterson was emotional."
"Well looks like I got ya'll fooled, haven't I?" The red head's sheer mint eyes flared, with her trademark smile she stalked over to the curtain. Whipped her long fiery tresses and disappeared behind the rich velvet.
"LIFE"
Sometimes life is a mirror, reflection of the time and ways of the past. Journeys still uncharted, moments forgotten. Lives once died to be more, more than one can dream . . . for the beauty of a single breath not yet hailed from sea. Never lost, nor found. Sometimes, is left to me.
Kagome Higurashi,
I've always enjoyed the passion flows of writing. I know what you're thinking, she's just a 'stripper', don't expect anything but drugs, alcohol and sex from that lowlife . . . My field is so stereotypical, to others we are lazy whores that are to pathetic to go out a get a real job. NOT true. The women I have met are the most genuine, sophisticated, wonderful people. Money is a fantasy, and getting paid means nudity and provocative behavior for them . . . us. Do not let your line of work define you, its not always true.
I have dreams for more than my lifestyle. Believe me or not, as a child. To escape my domestic pains I wrote poetry, read mythical tales . . . anything to over shadow my aching soul. And it all comes undone, I blew my education, when my mom kicked me out. One argument over booze and she snags me by my hair, kicks open the front door and -literally- tosses me to the curb.
There are not words to justify my trauma, my emotional wounds, the scars I carry. After being tossed to the slums I wandered aimlessly through the streets, unable to stifle a tear. I was stunned, in just five minutes the worse my life could've been, ironically got unreally worse. A black and white film, the vital issues plagued my mind . . . that's when it hit me, she hit me.
I wasn't paying attention where the hell I was walking, or who I was walking into better yet. Slam. "Oh–ah, excuse me!" I cried helplessly, backing away as tears spilled after an hour of grieving my new future. Through blurry vision I watched her flinch, then slowly walk forward. I had not expected this, but for some unexplained reason she embraced me, a stranger.
"What on earth is the matter?" Sango whispered soothingly. "To make you cry . . ."
After that fragment in time, I became a different person. A bolder woman, in the sense Sango was my back bone I had been deprived of at birth. My soul completed, I had grown to cherish her, love her as my only kin. We even bicker like sisters now,
Kingdom come, kingdom go. Trials we see, no one knows what to expect other than the unknown. Speaks inexplicit words, faux and veritable. The clocks hands are involuntary, their strokes are what can. Struggles and all, we are not a failure until our day's end, where we sleep for good . . . godsend.
I wrote that after my conversation at the club. I really don't know why, all I know for sure is that I write angst only when my heart feels threatened. That guy, I can't seem to shrug him off like I do the others. Why? Why is my feeling at stake? Why must my emotion cloud by better judgement?
I walked alone, the misty canals leaked through the streets. My pace quickened as I glanced at my watch, "Shit!" I was late, with a boss like Naraku, a total schizophrenic I was doomed. Tardiness was his biggest pet peeve, I sighed anxiously knowing I couldn't escape his wrath tonight.
"Bad day?" A suave voice came from my side. "I hate those." I instantly jerked my neck in fright from a sudden appearance. My eyes widened, what luck. Vibrant golden irises met mine, it was him, reluctantly.
"You're–the."
"Guy from the club."
"No, the lying-two-timer!" I corrected with my eyes blazing back.
I was surprised when he laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Not quite what I had in mind, but okay." Tonight he appeared to be dressed like–like a thug? I struggled back my amused chuckles. "Ya'know, Kikyo. The woman who flipped in there the other day–was my ex." I raised a suspicious brow, "I got the impression . . . that scared you off."
I rolled my eyes, "Hmm, is that so." I coughed in disbelief,
"Yeah, that is so." He so cooly commented,
"So, should I call security now–or wait until after, and have them restrain Robbin after she beats you senseless for stalking me." I asked with a bitchy flare, I absolutely hated when playas like this try and scam on me, as there third other woman.
"Look, I just wanna get to know you. How 'bout you and I hang out . . . away from the strip club?" This mysterious guy offered me a date still, either he was hopelessly oblivious or overconfident of my threat. "Whadda ya say?" My lip trembled, I was unsure whether or not I would regret this but . . .
"Fine! Then, will you stop lurking in the shadows out here!" I asked with narrowed eyes, curious as to whether my scare tactics are enough to make him squirm.
"With pleasure," He added.
"Okay, Mr . . .?" I gave him the look, like 'hey buddy fill in the blank!" tapping my foot impatiently.
"No Mr, Just Inuyasha." This silver haired devil gave me a cocky grin, as if he knew what my 'man or mouse' maneuvers were, and how to dodge them. "So I'm guessin' you're name isn't Krya."
"You're a genius." I rolled my eyes in disgust, "Its Kagome."
"Nice," His feline like eyes stared me down, as if the predator was drooling in wait for its prey to wander unknowingly into its trap. Would I be foolish, and have to sweep up the shattered remains.
"I know," I avoided his flattery. "So where do you plan to take me on this date?" I interrogated, ready to sniff out any hints of a scrub. Like does he have his own car, is he a cheap scape, does he live at home with his momma. Those are sure fire signs of trouble,
Expecting an answer not his hand guiding me in another direction. I gasped, throwing my arm away from his solid grip. "Hey, chill out. I'm not kidnaping you," Inuyasha chuckled humorously, walking back over to me.
"You didn't tell me you were taking me somewhere you psycho! Am I suppose to read your mind?" I hissed angrily, tightening my arms to my sides.
He chortled arrogantly again, "Jeez! You're tense for a girl who dances in the nude for a livin'." Reaching out his hand he gave me a charming smile, tilting his head to the side. Inuyasha's dilating pupils seemed to give me shudders, calling out for me to be reasonable.
"My boss is gonna be on my back tomorrow, so you better show me a good time." I said smoothly, trying my hardest to give him the right impression. The nonsexual impression, "lead the way." My hand reluctantly slid into his grasp, and I allowed him to direct me a little ways down the street.
"Hop on." He muttered, sliding on his helmet. I gawked in awe at the monstrous motorcycle that parked in front of me. It was so amazingly detailed, anime-sweat drop. I pondered for a moment, it must've been custom made. But . . . custom made bikes were unearthly expensive! Damn! "Uh. . ."
"What?" The silver haired man asked, raising his eyebrow through the tinted helmet screen. "Its safe, if that's what you're–."
"No! It just, you're bike is sweet." I ignored his amused laughter. I simply took the time to take in his appearance, chiseled chin, deep-set eyes, breath taking features. I barely caught myself smiling, long neck, broad shoulders clothed in a jet black biker looking leather jacket with a neutral white tee underneath. My silly eyes ventured lower, a platinum chain dangled from his neck, at the end was a strange symbol. I've never seen something like this before, a lion with a stainless steel 'X' through it.
Inuyasha wore matching leather pants, normally this would make me question his sexuality. But They were the farthest thing from tight, in fact they were so loose the band of his white bower were quite visible. His shoes, I glanced lower and was relieved they weren't those queer dressy shoes. Nope. They were gray boots,
I sighed, I had quite the catch in my net. I gazed down at myself, my tight jean skirt would make it rather difficult to straddle the bike. Hell, I brushed away my insecurities and swung my leg over the side of the motorcycle. I awaited him to do the same, I even flashed him an interested expression, patting the seat in front of me. "Come on, you promised me a good time. Remember?"
"Yeah baby." Inuyasha smirked, quickly seating himself and starting the ignition. "We'll have a great time!" he shouted over the loud stuttering of the engine.
A/N: Well, that marks the end of chapter 5. I hope it met your standards, and was overall entertaining. What I try and bring to the plate is comical wit yet depth and feeling to the character and plot. Anyway . here's a Anime-Alee, One in a Million fan poll! PLEASE VOTE, I may take in the majority opinion and go in that direction. Every vote counts,
POLL #1: What is your view on Kagome's character?
a. she's great! You made her real, in a sense her personality is more of an actual struggling person.
b. I hate her! She's a total bitch! No wait, you're the bitch!
c. indecisive, don't know don't care . . .
POLL#2 What is your view on the plot?
a. I really like it, its dramatic, fun, intelligent. (Feel free to add your own comment)
b. Its dumb, it makes Kagome look like a no good slut! (asshole, you better have a better reason than that!)
c. Uhhh . . . I dunno, (feel free to explain)
POLL#3 Be my critic, would you rate this fic . . .
five stars, excellent! Encore:throws roses:
four stars, its pretty good.
three stars, its average.
two stars, it SUCKS
one star, why are you still writing?
hugs and love
oyasumi nisai minasan
(goodnight everybody)
