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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18613 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 15
- 16
Chapter
16
The
Tango and the Finale

�Come
on, Kagome! We're going to be late!�
Kagome
leaned forward to rub her lip gloss into her lips with the tip of
her finger. She flicked an invisible piece of lint from her knee
length black skirt before sighing and walking out of the bathroom.
�Since
when do you care about being late?� she asked, stuffing her cell
phone in her purse.
Sango
glared at her mockingly. �Don't be mean just because you've already
found the man of your dreams,� she said, pulling Kagome out of the
door, locking it behind them.
�From
what Kouga's told me, you have too.� Kagome laughed at her friend
gave her a pained look.
�That
silly boy? The only thing he wants from me is to cop a feel. Besides,
you've already introduced Inuyasha to your mother.�
�You're
trying to change the subject, Sango,� Kagome pointed out, and then
laughed again when Sango childishly stuck her tongue out at her.
�I think you like him.�
Sango
snorted in wry amusement. �Don't get me wrong, he is handsome,�
she said, linking her arm through Kagome's as they walked down the
street. �But he spends as much time looking at other women as he
does me. I don't want a guy that's going to make me constantly
worry about him cheating on me.�
�Miroku
Hakaisou, hm? I know who he is.�
Sango
peered at her. �You do?�
Kagome
nodded. �Sure. He's the executive director for the city ballet.�
She paused and then grinned at her friend. �If you hadn't been
so adamant about hearing about my sex life, you would have seen
that he was the one who sent me the letter for my audition next
week.� Kagome didn't add that she had occasionally seen the man
in the hallways of the academy, seemingly seducing giggling ballerinas.
Sango
drew her bottom lip in between her teeth - which Kagome knew she
would complain about later since it effectively took the gloss off
her lip- and got a contemplative look on her face. �The executive
director? So...I'm assuming that means he's rich, huh?�
Kagome
blinked at her friend and then laughed. �You're going to worry
about him cheating on you, while he's going to worry about you taking
him for everything he's worth,� she said, when Sango gave her a
questioning look.
�Maybe
we can make this work after all,� Sango said, smiling.

*
Dinner
was an easy affair, the small group chatting and joking as though
they had always been friends. Kagome was quite impressed with Miroku.
He was very charming, which had immediately put her on
guard. But he seemed to be making every effort to get Sango, if
not in bed with him, then certainly to go out with him again. His
eyes never strayed outside of the group and Kagome caught him looking,
staring, at Sango as though she were some newly discovered butterfly
from exotic lands. He looked up to find Kagome watching him, gave
her a sheepish grin and she saw the blood rise to his cheeks. That
was what decided her. Even if neither of them knew it yet, Miroku
had completely fallen for Sango.
They
had decided to eat at a place called The Rose, a cozy restaurant
that was in the basement of a gallery. The walls were bare, rough
red brick, covered in framed, old Parisian posters from the Metro.
The lights were low, candles giving light to the tables, making
the place warm and comfortable. At the front was a platform where
a small orchestra played. In front of the stage, the floor was
a dark, lackered black, a place where couples could dance if they
wished. A rare moment of silence fell among the little group, the
beginnings of a waltz floating toward their table.
Miroku
stood and put his hands on the back of Sango's chair, leaning forward
to whisper into her ear. The brunette's eyes widened fractionally,
her cheeks became slightly darker before she nodded her head and
took his proffered hand.
Kagome
slanted a glance at Inuyasha, who was watching the two with amusement.
�What do you look so satisfied about?� she asked.
Inuyasha
turned to her, giving her a toothy grin. �What do you mean, love?�
She
narrowed her eyes. �You look like the cat that swallowed the canary,�
she said. �Or, I suppose, the dog that did.�
Inuyasha
chuckled, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with hers. �I
think they make a good couple,� he said, nodding to their friends.
�I think that Sango will be the one to finally take off running
with his heart.�
�I
hope he's in shape,� Kagome said, shifting so she could rest her
head on Inuyasha's shoulder. �She runs fast.�
Inuyasha
laughed again. �Would you like to dance, love?� he asked.
Kagome
smiled. �Since when do you dance?�
She
felt him shrug. �I don't, really. But I'm sure there's something
they can play that won't have me stepping on your beautiful toes
too much.�
Before
Kagome could reply, he stood, leaving her where she was and walking
toward the stage. She watching him as he leaned forward to talk
to one of the musicians, saw him shake the man's hand, and then
turn back to her. He crooked a finger and beckoned her to him.
Laughing,
Kagome put her napkin on the table and joined him on the dance floor.
Inuyasha, never taking his eyes from hers, placed his hand lightly
on her back, slipped the other lightly into hers, holding it up
and away from them. Kagome, a little confused even as she placed
her free hand on his bicep, wondered what exactly he was up to,
wondered if he was trying to be funny.
The
music started ponderously slow, Inuyasha pulling her toward himself,
moving them around the floor to the simple beat, turning them in
a lazy circle, neatly avoided the other dancers. As he walked forward,
she was forced to walk backward, and she instinctively turned her
head to the right.
�La
Caminata,� she heard him say, softly, as if to himself.
She
looked up at him as they came to a slow stop in the middle of the
floor. His hips suddenly pressed toward her, taking a step forward
as she rocked away from him and took a step back, then taking a
step back as she took one forward. They repeated this pattern,
Inuyasha looking in her eyes the whole time, but not really seeing
her.
She
realized what he was doing when he murmured, �La Cadencia.�
She
laughed softly. �Inuyasha.� She waited until his eyes truly met
hers. �Don't think about it. You know the steps -and how, you
will have to tell me later. This dance isn't about counting, it's
about sex and passion.� She smiled up at him. �Just dance.�
With
her words, the beat started to increase. Kagome fought the urge
to lead, letting his body tell her where he was going. As they
moved, still with the beat but still a little lazily, something
seemed to finally let go inside of Inuyasha.
She
had never danced the tango like this. Her lessons had taught her
to keep space between herself and her partner, had taught her to
dance for the stage, so that every move was visible to the audience.
This, though....this was exactly what she had told him it should
be. His hands never moved from where they were, except to occasionally
shift on her back when her hips rotated in the twisting steps he
led her through. But, they didn't have to touch her anywhere else.
Their bodies stayed close together, parting every once in awhile
when she did high steps, and his eyes were constantly on hers, their
glowing amber heavily lidded as though he had become intoxicated.
He
led her through intricate, swiveling steps that forced their legs
to move rapidly through each others as the violin sped through a
fast run. Kagome felt herself loosing her breath as he picked her
up and spun her in a quick turn. Her feet touched the ground and
they were once again turning around the floor, this time without
the danger of running into anyone else.
It
was sex, pure, unbridled sex, put into form by their bodies moving
across the floor, by the way their hips and feet swiveled in complex
patterns. Inuyasha lunged forward slightly, spinning her so that
she rested on his thigh. She immediately brought her knee up and
felt him run his hand up her leg. He spun her off of him again,
keeping his body against hers as he moved her back across the floor.
When the music paused for a heartbeat, so did his body, pushing
her into a small dip, her leg straight behind her, the other coming
up to wrap around his waist. Kagome caught her breath as he caught
her leg under the knee, keeping it where it was. Her hands dropped
from his arms as he pulled her across the floor, her foot trailing
behind. He dropped her leg, drew her tightly up against him and
started moving through those elaborate little steps again, which
made her have to step from the knee, causing the hem of her skirt
to flip flirtatiously.
And,
when the music ended, she found herself wrapped completely in his
arms, her back arched, her head thrown back in a dip. His body
leaned over hers and she felt his hand trace her jaw, the line of
her neck in a slow caress. He pulled her up, framed her face with
his hands and brushed his lips gently over her mouth.
They
walked back to their table admist applause. Kagome felt breathless
and slightly exposed, not because of the kiss, but because of the
dance. She felt as though something that should only be seen in
the bedroom had suddenly been placed before all these people to
watch. With that feeling, came a rush of exhilaration. It was different
than when she had performed at Onadoru. There, the dance was less
clean, more about lust. The tango, too, was about lust, but it
was different. It was about passionate lusting for the dance, for
the person held in one's arms. It was about looking into their
eyes and wanting all of them, not just their body.
Sango
stared at them, wide eyed. �Wow,� was all she said as they sat.
Kagome
felt herself blush, heard Inuyasha chuckle next to her. She turned
on him, frowning.
�Where
did you learn to do that?� she asked.
He
smiled at her. �While you were in London,� he told her. �Miroku
introduced me to a friend of his that was very patient.�
Kagome's
eyes narrowed. �There's no way you could have learned to move like
that in four weeks,� she pointed out.
Inuyasha
shrugged. �I'm a fast learner,� was all he would say.

*
He
had insisted, when they had returned from London, that she move
in with him.
�Don't
get me wrong, love. Even I'm a little afraid of Sango,�
he had told her, making her smile despite herself. �But I would
just feel better if you were here. Besides, you're already over
here most of the time anyway,� he added. What he didn't say was
that he was worried something might happen to her, was afraid that,
even though the demon was across the sea in London, that Naraku
would come after her. He didn't have to say it; she knew the real
reason.
Kagome
had frowned, sighed, and then relented. Two days after their dinner
with Miroku and Sango, they packed up all of her belongings and
moved them into the mansion.
Inuyasha
pulled off the bandana he had been using to keep his hair out of
his face, watching Kagome as she surveyed the stacks of boxes with
a slight frown.
�What's
wrong, little dancer?� he asked, crossing the room and pulling her
into his arms.
�I
never realized how much stuff I had accumulated in three years,�
she said, unconsciously leaning back against him. Her back pressed
into his chest and she immediately pulled out of his arms. �You're
disgusting,� she said, wrinkling her nose and trying to hide a smile.
�You're all sweaty. Go take a shower,� she said, pushing him away
when he tried to grab her. Inuyasha pouted, which only made her
laugh at him. �Go,� she said, neatly avoiding his hands again.
�I
need someone to scrub my back,� he said. �And maybe other parts,�
he added, with a grin.
Kagome
rolled her eyes. �I thought we were beyond the point of sexual
innuendos,� she said. �If you want to have sex, just say so.�
His
grin stretched into a lecherous smile. �Who said I wanted to have
sex with you?� he asked, leaning toward her. �You stink too.�
Inuyasha
laughed as her mouth dropped and her eyes widened. Before she could
say anything, he turned and made his way to the bathroom.

*
Kagome
felt an eerie sense of d�j�
vu when she had entered the studio for her audition. Even though
nothing was the same, even though the people were different -even
though Miroku was there, smiling at her when she walked in- she
couldn't stop the chill from running up her spine.
She
had spent every waking moment, since returning from her mother's,
dancing, practicing, trying to work out muscles that had become
stiff, trying to stretch out the scarred muscles in her side. She
had even gone to Madame Tatienne, the one person she knew that would
push her to her limits. She had told her former teacher about her
injury, saying only that she had had an accident while in London.
Madame Tatienne had eyed her for a moment before nodding her head
and putting her through a grueling workout every day until the auditions.
The
group Kagome auditioned with was smaller than the one in London.
The Director, a small, stern looking woman with short brown hair,
watched them all with a critical eye, nodding occasionally, frowning
more often than not. Kagome was one of the last to dance, and had
spent her idle time watching the others, watching the director.
She had been nervous at first and then, when her name was called,
realized she had no reason to be. She had just survived an audition
and near death in London with a youkai, for gods' sake,
what could possibly be harder than that?
The
thought made a smile pull at her lips, kept it there as she moved
across the floor, moving without thinking about anything but the
way her body responded how it should. She smiled even as a small
pain tugged at her side when she did a leaping turn that caused
her torso to stretch. When she was finished, she bowed her head
slightly to the Director and Miroku -who flashed her another smile-
turned, and gathered her belongings before walking out the door.

Kagome
had realized, as she danced, that she could care less if she was
accepted into the ballet. She was so much more than just a ballerina.
She was the reincarnation of a great miko, was a powerful miko
herself. She was the guardian of the Shikon no Tama. Though it
was incomplete, she had a feeling that she would make it whole once
again. She raised a hand to hail a taxi, dropped her fingers to
the jewel that hung around her neck, still smiling.
�Where
to, Miss?� the cab driver asked, eyeing her in the review mirror.
�Takahashi
Manor,� she said, the words feeling at once strange and familiar.

Home,
she thought, to a man that loved her, a youkai that possessed her.
And
a hanyou that wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms forever.

A/N:
Eh, yeah I know, short chapter -and how about that terrible
ending? ^_~ I realized, while writing this chapter, that I was
actually writing the end of the story. To make matters worse, I
couldn't think of any other way to write the chapter. This just
seemed like the natural flow. So, as much as I love to be contrary
and go against the tide, I am going to have to say, sadly, that
this is the last chapter for this. But! you say, She
left so many unanswered questions!! What about Naraku?! And
the piece of the Jewel that's missing?! Not to mention, it took
her this long to update...and now she's telling us it's
the end?! I know, I know...don't worry though!
I plan on doing a sequel ^_~ It just kind of felt like I had drifted
away from what this story was originally supposed to be about...a
stripper and a hanyou. I feel like I should have ended it a few
chapters ago...but I think this gives me a better platform for writing
another story. So, don't be mad at me *cringes* I was just as
surprised as you are that this is the end ^_^
On
a quick side note: If anyone is wondering where I got Miroku's last
name...It is supposed to mean, I think, 'depraved monk; sinful priest'
^_^ I thought it was funny...
Thank
you to everyone that reviewed! I am still a little in shock that
this was read as much as it was. This story just began as some
crazy notion that I couldn't get out of my head.
A
few words to recent reviewers:
foxfire730:
Don't worry about harshness (is that a word?) - I have thick skin
^_^ Her stage name from Onadoru means, I believe, 'sacred treasure'
lol.
JudasKiss:
I have ingenious plot twists? Wow! ^_^ It's so hard,
you know, for me to think that. I think it's because when you're
the one telling the story you know everything -you are
that universe's god. It's like standing far away from a picture
and being able to see the whole thing, while the reader stands very
close to it, only seeing a piece at a time. Although, I must admit,
that sometimes I am just as surprised at what happens as the reader
is ^_^ Thank you for taking the time to review and your compliments!
Lala13:
Wow, that was really nice! You're right. Sometimes I look at
my reviews, blink, and go, 'They like this? Are you serious?'
^_^ Glad you liked the lemon and it is certainly a compliment
that I left you wordless ^_^
Forced
Innocence: I have a fan!! That's so awesome ^_^ (I wanna be Kagome
too ^_~)
inu2kagfan:
Sorry it took me so long to update. But thank you for your review!
Oh, and you add recommended readings by copying the story number
(if you are on the first chapter, it should be the last number in
the web address) and then just pasting it into the recommended reading
box. Not that I'm trying to get on people's list (okay,
okay, I am kinda ^_^), but this way you can add others that you
like too! ^_^
skittles:
Yeah, I don't know where the idea for her to be into bondage came
from....but once it got into my head I couldn't get it out.
Jebus:
Thanks for the gushing ^_^ I do it too, occasionally.
To
everyone else, even if you just told me 'I love it! Update!' thank
you!
Also,
I just wanted to say a special 'thank you' to my friend Sonny, whose
heart-felt praise came unexpectedly *hugs* This chapter is totally
dedicated to you ^_~
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