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Movie House Hanyou	By : Numisma Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 34571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rubbing her hands together gingerly, careful of the black and blue splint that kept her right wrist rigid, Kagome smiled and breathed in deeply. One more week, and another set of new movies would be replacing nearly a third of the junk that was currently being projected upon the screens of their fifteen auditoria.
Okay, so she wasn�t really being fair, she told herself. Not all of what wer were showing was junk. But hopefully the titles they would lose would be the ones she thought they should� like how Gigli had been yanked from the system after only one week, what she felt was one week too long. She�d seen it and had been appalled.
But yes, Kagome was happy because while only one new movie was gotten today, the 8th of August, what the theater had received was a film featuring one kick ass actress, in her opinion. She had been a fan of Girlfight back when it first came out, and now she was eager to watch anything starring the same lead female.
Kagome typed in her user number and password, signing in to the touch screen computer system for the box office.
It was a lovely afternoon; she would get to work with Denise and Mandy for the opening shift and be off by 6pm, the weather outside was nice as far as she could tell by looking out the window to her far left beyond the stairs and escalator, though her view was blocked by the Target Center right across the street, and right before going upstairs to clock in for her shift she had scored a free cup of homemade ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery right across from the box office - one of the servers had goofed on a customer�s order and asked Kagome if she wanted the mix-up piece, or else it would be thrown away.
As Kagome and her two box office coworkers readied the cash drawers and the junior manager helped them set out fresh stacks of Movie Facts pamphlets and all the signage needed for the box office, she ran the previous two weeks� events through her head, grateful for the smoothness of the passage of time.
The burn mark on her left forearm had healed well enough thhe dhe did not have to wear anything to cover the area anymore. It was now a mostly healed, light colored scar. Now there was no longer any painfully obvious bandage, and first aid tape up the wazoo, to wave a red flag at customers in announcement and proclamation of �hey, look, I�ve got a big honking burn mark right here!� and thus single her out. It was nice for customers to finally stop asking just what in the name of whateveity ity one might worship what had happened to her.
She was quite thankful. It had started to become very, very annoying.
Strangely, Kagome found that people were less likely to ask about her wrist. Granted, most of the time her entire right arm was hidden behind the counter and the computer screen, as the ticket printing machine�s counter cut-out spot was directly to the left of the monitor, but she still had to use her right arm nonetheless. Thank goodness she could get by with reserving her right hand for the touch screen business and her left for nearly everything else, so long as it didn�t require handwriting of her own.
With the command over the two way radio walkie talkie from the senior manager of the shift, Kagome happily waveer ter the first of many customers.
�Hi, welcome to Pierce Theaters!�
The day was open.
In between rushes for all of the titles playing, occasionally turning her head to glare at the light-up board behind her on the wall for being a jackass and having one incorrect showtime for American Wedding that did not correspond with what the computer or newspaper or her usher handout said, which the senior manager still had not fixed, much to everyone�s annoyance, Kagome let her thoughts return to the strangeness that was working without Inuyasha around most of the time.
She knew it wouldn�t always be that way, that it was nothing to stress over. He was occasionally, or at least had been so in the less than two weeks since she�d been officially and permanently inaugurated as a box office employee, assigned by the managerial powers that be to the box office area, even if only for simple tasks like money handling and drops, and she could see him before and after work, sometimes when on her break. This helped with her self-reasoning that it was nothing to waste much time glooming herself over. She was a big girl, she told herself, and she could stand to not work with him nearly every single workday for a change.
And, she thought with a girlish reminiscence, her new status with Inuyasha was a very nice improvement. The events revolving around that party at that Kouga guy�s house and the morning after weren�t exactly something she had really enjoyed living through --except for certain things, of course, like finally getting to kiss Inuyasha, again-- but had been for the best.
It may have been hell, but she was back with more than something like a lousy t-shirt. Way more.
Now the only hell remaining was the fact that she and Inuyasha were still stuck with being mindlessly passive about booting the General Manager, Naraku. Quite frankly, Kagome was sick, tired, and bored out of her mind over the situation. She felt like they were doing nothing, could do nothing, and would do nothing.
It was worse tbeinbeing assigned to find Carmen Sandiego. At least those after Carmen Sandiego got clues. She and Inuyasha were stuck waiting for �things� to happen.
They might as well be waiting for the antichrist to surface. No, wait, Naraku probably was the antichrist, in disguise.
Today Pierce Theaters, tomorrow the world.
She snorted in wrongful amusement at the thought of Naraku trying to overthrow all the world governments, causing her coworkers to look at her funny, thinking she had been randomly daydreaming. Kagome simply shrugged her shoulders and left it at that.
Kagome got through her shift quickly, easily, and cheerily. Inuyasha had to work for another two hours. Bummer, she grumbled to herself. He�d promised to teach her to drive.
As she was clocking out she made sure to make a mental note to say a quick something to him before leaving for home.
�Why can�t I learn box office?� Tanaya whined to her supervisor as he adjusted his Akira cap yet again and prepared to take her 6 o�clock cash drop.
�Because you think the world revolves around you and you only, you�re whiny, immature, annoying, and just an hour ago you wouldn�t stop bouncing around like an Energizer bunny on crack and repeating the words �lemon meringue pie.� That�s why,� he promptly answered, yet again about two inches away from strangling the teenager.
�I told you, I can�t help it!� she retorted childishly.
Inuyasha sighed and wondered why people so frequently used their mental disorders and illnesses as such blatant crutches for their shortcomings. He knew he�d probably get diagnosed with something were he to see a professional, but hell, he was still functional, so whatever he might possibly have, it didn�t matter, nor did he give two fifths of a shit. Tanaya blamed all of her problems on her condition, even her immaturity and self-centeredness.
�Then take your damn meds for once,� he countered, knowing she frequently went dry. �Anyway, you act like that in front of customers again, and I�ll make sure the managers find out. You wanna be in box, you gotta earn it.� He narrowed his eyes.
�Like she did?� Tanaya�s tone held a hint of contempt and jealousy.
Kagome had just walked up to find the two arguing and Tanaya pointing behind Inuyasha at her. He glanced behind to see the pointed at person before leveling his gaze upon the laughably short stature of Tanaya and forcing out, as pleasantly as he could, �Yes, like she did. Now make yourself busy.�
He added a creepy smile after that, showing off his fangs, knowing she wasn�t fond of seeing them.
Kagome simply stared bewildered at the ongoing exchange. �Er, is this a bad time?�
Inuyasha turned again, leaning on the counter with the blue fabric pencil case-like bag that held the cash drop for Tanaya�s drawer. �A little.� He smirked. �You�re off?�
�Y She She giving you trouble?� she asked, already knowing the answer. If only he�d try to ignore her a bit, like I do� then he�d be able to work with her. She�s not that bad to work with. Just� too hyper sometimes.
�Inuyasha�s being mean to me again.�
�Can it,� he ordered before Kagome could respond. �Go fill the ice bins or something.� Tanaya grumpily went off to go about her newly assigned task. �And no more back talk, understand?� She prete not not to hear him.
�Tanaya, I�ll have your book back to you tomorrow,� Kagome called after her. Her coworker turned around while still walking and gave her a thumbs-up.
Inuyasha shook his head. �I�m not going to ask. Anyway,� he continued, turning his attention fully back to Kagome, �Kuji?�
She nodded and replied, �Un, kuji wa ii,� letting him know 9 o�clock was good for him to stop by for her private driving lesson. They had fully resorted to speaking in Japanese around their coworkers when the topic related to� well, to themselves, as a semi-couple. It had been useful in the past, and now it was one hell of an advantage.
That evening around 9pm Kagome sat waiting in the kitchen near the window overlooking the street while watching for his winterberry Saturn to pull up in front of the townhouse. Her mother was behind her by the counter next to the stovetop, preparing the ingredients for homemade sorbet she planned to make in the ice cream maker the next day.
As she waited, Kagome reminded herself to be thankful of how easygoing her mother had been over the whole ordeal concerning the party and spending the night at Inuyasha�s house. Granted, she had felt bad about lying to her mother and going along with what Inuyasha had told the woman to ease her mind, but it wasn�t enough to say anything about. It was for the better.
Chiho Higurashi, her mother, had been anxious for wellwell being, as any sensible person would expect one�s mother to be. But, Inuyasha must have been one hell of a smooth talker to have charmed her in such a believable manner with his string of half-truths. For that, she was grateful.
She was even more grateful that her mother, upon meeting Inuyasha herself, had approved of his driving lessons offer. Well, that, and she seemed to have approved of Inuyasha himself.
Kagome hadn�t told her mother anything about the two of them aside from the incident from way back in May, and she didn�t intend to until certain situations were no longer a pem. em. However, she knew her mother could tell there was something between the two, and so far she�d not made a single gesture or statement of disapproval. Inuyasha had even received a small thank you gift from her for looking after Kagome as he had. He�d been surprised a bit but had accepted it as graciously as any Japanese person would.
She sighed dreamily. Her mom was fine with the idea of the two of them together, and he was fine with it as well, finally. The only obstacles left were the damn law and her floor staff status at work.
She jumped up from her seat by the window at the sight of his car outside her townhouse and ran to the front door, yelling goodbye to her mother. Life was good.
Outside she ran to his car at the curbside and yanked the passenger side open. Within moments a smiling Inuyasha was opening his car door and ushering her into the driver�s side before making his way around the back of the car into the passenger seat himself. She cranked up Fungus, being extra gentle on her wrist, and drove off, coursing along Hennepin Avenue across the bridge. The CD player blared a Gackt CD she�d brought with.
An hour and a half later Kagome and Inuyasha pulled into his garage and went into his house. They sat down on the couch in the main living room together talking, Inuyasha�s arm around her shoulders and her arm behind his back to wrap around his waist.
Her fingers rested upon that spot just above the waistband of his pants. Sighing deeply and leaning against him with her eyes closed, their conversation long exhausted of topics, she applied pressure with two of those fingertips.
Once, twice.
�Yes?� he asked suggestively while squeezing her shoulder and relaxing into the back cushion of the couch, a dreamy smirk on his face. He anxiously awaited her response; she�d signaled being in the mood, and he wasn�t about ready to flake her off. Her mother was fine with her spending much time at his place so long as she was home by midnight.
�May I take your hat off?� she asked with suppressed enthusiasm, very softly, enunciating each word with more propriety than a drunk person trying to sound sober.
Before answering, he slid his clawed hand from her shoulder all the way down along her side, feeling her shape in the process, until his palm settled upon the swell of her hip, almost mimicking her own grip upon his waist. �Sure. Go for it.�
Her eyes still closed, Kagome brought her right hand up and over to grab at the bill of his hat, gently lifting it up and off of his head, freeing his ears. She flung it backwards over the edge of the couch, bending at the elbow rather than flicking her wrist like she would have preferred.
As soon as his ears were exposed and his hat had landed upon the floor behind thech, ch, Inuyasha completely grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, her legs draping over his thighs. When they�d come in, he had left the indoor lights off, leaving the room mostly dark as they had talked. The only light in the room came from through the windows; by now Kagome�s eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that she could see him fairly well. She smiled mischievously, anticipating what she knew he�d give her. Just thinking about it made her pulse race; it was ae�d e�d let her have until� later, much later.
�So, how�d I do on the road?� she asked, bringing her arms up to his shoulders, locking her fingers together behind his neck.
�Damn good for only your second time behind the wheel,� Inuyasha replied, sliding his arms around her waist tightly, bringing her intensely close against him. �You sure you never snuck your mom�s car out for joyrides before you got your permit two weeks ago?�
She giggled and grinned before answering to his little tease by closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his, then murmuring her response the moment he parted his lips to undoubtedly deepen the kiss. �Mmm, never. Don�t be a dick and a tease.�
Inuyasha had no intelligent or verbal response to her accusations. He simply silenced all of her further attempts at speech, leaving her breathless and heavily drawn in by their mouths� ministrations and his teasing tongue work.
Kagonlacnlaced her fingers to massage the muscles in his shoulders in rhythm with her kisses as she kept them more shallow, opting to lightly teethe his lips and tug playfully at the metal rings in the lower one before returning to more deep, tongue delving and sucking motions in between open mouthed licks, enough to drive him halfway to insanity.
Inuyasha�s hands untucked her shirt hem from the waistband of her skirt in the back.
Kagome pulled away slightly and laughingly asked, �What are you doing?�
He went for her neck with a faint trail of kisses, his fingertips massaging the skin to either side of the small of her back. �What�s it look like? I�m getting my payment for those driving lessons,� he answered softly, his lips still upon her neck.
�Some payment,� she managed to utter after much difficulty with producing coherent speech.
Inuyasha mouthed a particularly sensitive spot upon her throat, sending a chill through her whole body as he held her tightly in place. �Yeah, well, that�s all I need or really want right now. Besides, you�re the one who�ll be gettin� it high and dry unless you go finger happy with those photos I let you have.�
�Hey!� She stared at him in shock, a light blush just barely warming her cheeks.
�Why do you think I gave them to you in the first place?� Inuyasha smirkingly murmured against her skin, another delicate pressing of lips evoking a sweet, strangled breath from out of her.
Kagome, even in her half-sane state, refused to answer, unwilling to admit that she had used those photos, and the ones he didn�t know about, for the very thing he had just insinuated. To do it was one thing, while to openly admit to it was another, she felt.
�So, don�t mind me. Tell me how you like the box office.�
The attention he gave to her neck was utterly distracting. It took her a moment to settle from the last few licks before she could pull together a string of comprehensible words and speak them. �Aside from this� one customer, some crazy little lady who told me she has a mouse in her heart--�
�Oh, her,� Inuyasha interrupted, pulling away from her neck to run the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip, making Kagome squeal and return the same gesture. They stopped kissing to fix their gaze upon each other. �It�s one of her many delusions. Usually I just see her trying to pick up imaginary pennies she finds on the floor.� He smirked in remembrance. �But she�s a good, friendly customer. Been coming for about six years now.�
�I think it�s kinda weird. Almost creepy.�
�Yeah, but she�s not hurting anyone. Anyway, you were saying?� Inuyasha asked seriously. He squeezed his left hand lightly.
�Well, aside from her, everything�s pretty good. It�s really easy. Can get boring at times, and there�s not much to do during downtimes in between rushes,� she continued on with honesty, �but I like it better than working with food. But,� she pouted, �my stupid, gimpy wrist is slowing me down during the rushes. I can barely keep half the pace that the others do. Makes me feel slow,� she complained grumpily.
Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders. �It�ll get easier later. Man, concessions is irritating without you up there. FatGirl just quit two days ago, so that�s another good cashier we�ve lost.�
�Hey, you still have me,� she retorted, her brow set.
�Not in the stand, we don�t. It�s boring, and Tanaya�s in her manic phase and off her meds, as you could tell earlier tonight,� he grumbled. She brouger her hands to her chest and crossed them. �I got nothing to work with but some so-so cashiers and a bunch of new employees who probably will quit within two months.�
�How come you almost never work box office?� she asked, curious.
He shrugged, removing his hands from their clamping grips upon her waist before leaning back and stretching his arms out behind him with a groan. She poked him in the belly.
�Don�t do that!�
She went off with another question. �Why is that hat the only one you ever wear to work?�
He raised his eyebrow. �Cuz.�
�You like that anime that much?�
�Naw,� he replied. �I wear it to remind me of my old friend Iwasaki-san. The guy who formed that cine-club I told you about. Remember?�
Kagome racked her brain a bit, her eyes glancing off into some upward corner. �Kinda, but not really.�
�His first name was Akira. I was really good friends with him, and the other, more famous Akira, Kurosawa-san.�
Inuyasha brought his arms back around Kagome, turning her so her back was to his chest. Kagome settled comfortably into his hold, resting her head alongside his with her eyes closed. She brought her hands back up to her chest, clasping them together; Inuyasha�s arms locked around her upper arms firmly.
Hean tan to tell her, again, about the many connections he had once had in Tokyo back in tirstirst half of the twentieth century, and before even then. He lightly pecked her cheek from time to time in between anecdotes, chuckling with well hidden sadness as he recalled his old friends in the film industry.
�I never really worked on films myself, but I was known in a few circles, so sometimes I got to watch them being made. One I remember,� he rambled on with a strange bout of excessive nostalgia, �was the very first taiyozoku film, Taiyo no Kisetsu in 1956. Director was a guy I knew named Furukawa. Takumi Furukawa.�
Kagome�s eyes fluttered open, and she froze. She felt goosebumps all over her arms. �T-Takumi?�
Sensing her unease, Inuyasha set his ears back. �What�s wrong?�
Kagome refused to answer for a good while, feeling ever increasingly numb. She swallowed painfully.
�Kagome?� His voice went up an octave while still retaining a forceful quality.
�Huh?� She turned her head and made to look him in the eyes, slightly shifting within his arms. He frowned, feeling anxious.
�What�s got you all shook up like this?� he asked cautiously.
Kagome took forever to answer, constantly dropping her gaze and chewing her lip as she tried to level her breathing a bit. When she finally found her voice, she answered, �My father�s name� was Takumi,� so softly that one with human hearing would think she had merely let out a somber sigh.
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