My Favourite Mistake
Chapter 5
She pulled the kimono lower, loosening it around her chest, and flipping her hair to one side.
'This shouldn't take much longer.' Kagome thought, wiggling around on the mans lap and making him groan. 'Not long at all.' she thought, smirking.
He licked the side of her neck, and she moaned for him.
Grinning, he whispered in her ear. "Lets go back to my place."
Sliding off his lap, she grabbed his hand, waiting for him. "Whatever you wish, master."
'His place' was actualy the top floor pent house suite of that same building, currently holding the geisha festival.
His door opened easily, the access card flashed green letting him tumble inside, pulling her in afterwards. The appartment was pretty hot, and she wondered if her make up would start to leak anytime soon, hoping it would last until she was far enough away that it wouldn't matter.
The appartment was big, and she almost growled at the number of places she'd have to check. But his mind was far from hers.
He pushed her on the bed, falling on top of her and concentrating on kissing her senseless.
She moaned and groaned while her eyes scanned the room, picking out the best escape plan. Finding the open window leading to a lower building next door, she decided.
Rolling him over, she sat on top on him. One hand opened her kimono, showing him her brand new set of bra and panties, while the other reached behind for the small spray bottle.
Before he could realise what's going on, he was breathing in something strange, and everything faded to black.
Kagome got off the man, pocketed the spray, and retied her kimono. Silently thanking Naraku for making her take it with her.
She walked over to the bathroom, pushing it open with her knee to make sure no finger prints were left. Taking a bit of toilet paper, she started her search.
She hadn't taken gloves so the toilet paper would stand between her hands and possible fingerprinted objects. She doubted the man would go to the police about the merchandise stolen. After all, who would believe, that a stray geisha stole something from him? He might even be too drunk that there was a geisha there at all. Snorting quietly to herself, she continued her search.
Despite the mans strict reputation, he wasn't at all creative. Because there in the mans nighttable, glowed the precious dark jewel.
Kagome grabbed the jewel with the paper, being before warned not to touch it with flesh, and shoved it into the small pocket of her kimono. Just as she was about to do the happy dance, someone knocked on the door.
"Cleaning servise!" and the lock clicked open. Kagome panicked, racing over to the window making no noise at all, she slid down the fire escape, using her kimono sleeves not to scar her hands.
The maid walked into the bedroom, seeing the man passed out on the bed and sighed.
People could never control how much they drink, could they?
Shaking her head, she walked over to the open window and closed it. Closing the curtains, she decided to return at another time.
Kagome rarely ever showed at school, but when she did, everyone bend over themselves to stay out of her way.
Everyone, that is, except Kouga.
"Babe," he started, again. "I don't know what your problem is!" His clear blue eyes were shocking, and absolutely beautiful. He was really gorgeous. Tanned skin, perfect hair, masculine body. It was his personality, Kagome decided as she stared into those deep blue eyes, that was ugly.
"You, Kouga." She told him as she walked away. "You are my problem."
Shaking his head, Kouga watched her walk away, the sun bouncing off the crown of dark black hair. He wouldn't give up just yet.
Kagome's eyes narrowed as she felt his eyes on her back. Some people just didn't get hints, she knew he was one of them since their first meeting when she drop-kicked him in the face. You'd think people would give up after something like that. Sighing, she admitted to herself he just wasn't one of those people. It surprized her that he never went to the principal with a request to get her suspended, or expelled. She guessed his pride was at stake much more then pity for her.
The classes were a bore, and she wondered why she bothered coming back to this dump at all. It wasn't as thought these pinheads could teach them anything at all. Her eyes slid towards the teacher, who at the moment was ready some cheesy looking romance novel, feet propped up on the desk, and the page number for what they were supposed to learn written on the board.
Not that people were doing much work, groups of people were scattered around the room, playing cards, reading magazines, a few just randomly gossiping about people who had no idea what was coming their way. Holding back a growl as another girl called her a bitch, she stood up, grabbed her backpack and moved over to the window. No one was sitting there except the boy with silver hair.
Plopping down into the chair in front of him, she dropped her bag turned around and stared at the boy. No one seemed to notice.
"Hey, you're Inuyasha, right?" she asked him.
He nodded.
"Alright, I'm -" she was interupted by his queit voice.
"Kagome. You're Kagome." His eyes were gold as the light bounced off them, and for a moment she wondered at the colour, before his eyes weren't on hers anymore, but on the desk in front of him.
"Huh, so you know who I am." She stated.
"Everyone knows who you are." He told her, half smiling to himself.
She laughed quietly, looking out the window. "I suppose," she said, watching stray birds bicker on a branch close by. "I've got myself quite a reputation."
He was silent, watching his claws draw patterns on the desk.
"Inuyasha," she asked, waiting for him to look up. "Can I ask you a favour?"
He did look up then, confused and half afraid to ask what it was. Slowly, he nodded.
"I can't go to school everyday, I have to work most days. So, I need someone to tell me what I'm missing in school and what I should be keeping up with, like important tests and assignments," Kagome's eyes connected with his. "Most people in this school want nothing to do with me, except Kouga." Her eyes strayed to Kouga, who was in front of a bunch of girls, posing and flexing his muscles. "And lets face it," She smiled at the boy in front of her. "He's an idiot."
Inuyasha chuckled quietly, trying to remember the last time he really laughed. Looking into her blue gray eyes, he couldn't find a hint of desception. He nodded. "Okay, I'll do it."
One week later, Inuyasha found himself standing in front of a heavy looking black metal door. He looked at the numbers scribbled on the paper, then back at the door. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand and knocked.
A few seconds and curses from the other side of the door later, he heard Kagome yell 'come in!' from inside the appartment.
He walked in, the door closing quietly behind him, only to have a skimpy red thong land on his head. Picking it up, he stared at the thing in his hands, completely dumbfounded.
"Ah ha!" Kagome yelled, taking it from him. "I was just looking for that!" She walked away from the confused boy, into another room before coming back a few seconds later.
"Welcome!" She told him with a smile. "This is my home. Rin lives here too, but she went to get food. Come in, come in!" She pulled on his arm, dragging him to the kitchen counter and sitting him down on one of the stools. "Do you want something to drink?" She asked him walking over to the fridge. "We have Coke, water, Iced tea, and .. well thats about it." She looked over at the boy fidgeting on the stool.
"Um, Iced tea please." He wouldn't look up at her, and she wondered why as she took a can of Iced tea out of the fridge.
"Alright," she said as she handed him a can. "So, what news do you have for me?"
Inuyasha opened his backpack, taking out a paper with neatly printed writting on it. "That's about it."
Kagome took the paper from him and quickly scanned the contents silently cursing the math and history teachers. Inuyasha took his chance to drink the cold Iced tea, enjoying the taste.
"Well, this is just great." Kagome mumbled, glaring holes in the paper.
"What?" he asked, feeling brave enought to ask.
Startled eyes met his and for a moment she wondered why everyone hated him so much. Forgetting all about common curtesy, she asked him the question thats been bugging her ever since she came to this new school.
"Why does everyone hate you so much?"
His eyes instantly broke away from hers, dropping to the ground. For a few seconds he didn't say anything, but then he whispered his secret. "I'm a hanyou."
Kagome stayed silent for a few seconds, waiting for him to continue. But when he didn't she relised that was it. Those people were just doing this to him because of something he had no control over. And he let them.
"Inuyasha!" She screamed, completely frustrated.
"I'm going." He told her, eyes still on the ground, mistaking her reaction.
"Like hell you are!" She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back. She walked in front of him, raising her fand to his face and watched as he flinched away. Slowly, her finger touched his cheek, tracing it to his jaw, and then a few of his other fingers were there too, lifting his head so he would look at her.
His eyes were scared, almost panicky, but still sad. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, bringing herself closer to him, until she was almost touching her face to his. "You shouldn't let them do that to you." His eyes were wide, confused. And she was getting mad. "You don't deserve this!" She told him, trying to make him understand. But his eyes fell away from hers, back to the ground. Tightly, she wrapped both of her arms around him, and told him again. "They have no right! They can't do that to you!"
Slowly his hands wrapped around her tiny waist, and his head lowered onto her shoulder, breathing in her scent. Jasmine and roses. Clean and pure.
"Do you understand?" She whispered.
He didn't say anything at all, just pulled her closer to him, afraid she'd vanish if he did anything else.
"Do you?" She asked him again.
"No." He told her.
She pushed him away, glaring into his eyes. "Why?"
"Because," he answered. "All my life I've been told to believe I am nothing." His words were hollow. His eyes were cold. "And then you come and tell me it's not true?" His laugh was cynical. "I don't know why I'm here. I was a mistake. I should be dead." He spit out. He's heard these words so much he could recite them in his sleep. "I shouldn't have ever been born." He repeated.
She looked at him, shook her head and stepped closer. "Well, if that were true," she whispered, taking another step. "Would I do this?"
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips connected with his.
A hundred questions flew throught his mind. A hundred retorts and accusations. But his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around her waist again, holding her close.
Because she could've killed him then, and he would've died happy.
He fell for this girl since he first saw her blue gray eyes.
And he would go to hell and back for another moment like this.