CiTy SoNaTa
…An ode to love and romance that happens to include demons…
By: KitsuneArasi
Episode 04:
A Little Romansu
"This day just gets weirder and weirder."
"I'm hurt, Kagome-san."
"Not you, I meant, well—everything! My school's entire student population—and the librarian, I definitely saw the librarian waving her underwear at me—thinks I'm a lesbian. I just got chased almost all the way across the city by a mob of fangirls larger than the yakuza and hid in a bush. Now here I am, taking a stroll with my bushmate, who also happens to be the one person in the entire free world that may have a larger female fan base than I do."
Kurama laughed lightheartedly.
"And I missed another make-up exam."
"A make-up exam? Were you sick recently?"
"I, um, miss a lot of school. I'm pretty far behind."
And what a nice behind it is.
"…You're Quarantine Kagome?"
"…Quarantine Kagome? Great. I don't know what's worse, being known as a walking epidemic or a lesbian sex-queen."
Lesbian Sex Queen. Sex Queen. Sex. Do you understand my line of thought, Red?
Kurama laughed again, louder this time, "Well, I'm not so sure I can help with the illnesses, but I can try to help you keep up, if you like."
"…"
Kagome stopped walking, Kurama following suit soon after, turning to study her, "What is it?"
"You'd be willing to tutor me? I mean, I don't have much to give you."
Oh, I'm sure you can think of something.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something."
Now you've got it, Red!
"Like what?"
"I'm sure you're aware that we both have a bit of a…fan club problem."
You can't be serious, Red.
"Mhm?"
"So why don't we help each other out?"
I hate you sometimes. What, are you going to ask her to do, kill your fangirls? Oh, excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be packing an AK-47 under that delightfully short skirt of yours, would you?
-…And people say you're a genius?-
"What are you suggesting, exactly?"
"We pretend to be a couple until graduation."
…Ooooooh.
"Oh, no. I'm flunking Math, but I'm not suicidal."
Kurama chuckled and walked back toward her.
"Neither am I, really. Having a horde of angry lesbians chasing after me isn't exactly one of my life goals, but there is a chance that they'll eventually give up. Besides," he leaned in slightly and spoke lowly, "Don't you think I'll protect you, Kagome-chan?"
Kagome blushed brightly, wondering whether she should push him away, or…
Oh shit.
She knew that sound.
The dreaded sound of penny loafers and heels on cement was approaching rapidly.
"Put it this way, Kagome, you can take my hand and I'll get you out of here, or we can both be trampled and molested like the unfortunate teenage sex icons we've somehow become."
Ha ha.
Like that one needed any thought.
She grabbed his hand.
"Have I told you lately how I love you, Sugar Waffle?"
Kurama choked back another laugh and lead her away quickly.
There was certainly an advantage to being in control of the local plant life.
Like sicking a rose bush with the attitude of a dozen starving pit bulls on a mob of overzealous teenage girls.
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Graduation
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"I did it! You did it! Kurama…we did it!"
The redhead laughed as his good friend and "girlfriend cover" threw her arms around his neck and hugged him so hard he almost couldn't breathe.
"Congratulations, Kagome. You did well!"
Breasts, Red. I feel breasts
Shuichi's eyes flashed gold as the thief's nose began to bleed.
"Hm, something wrong with Youko?"
Damn right there's something wrong with Youko! There's something wrong with Shuichi, too! I'm telling you, the girl has to want it, too. She's been dropping hints the size of Mount Fuji since she bitch slapped Inuyasha for attacking us! Tell her how we feel, find a fucking broom closet, and—
-Stop right there or I'll be singing Barney in my head for a whole month!-
…You wouldn't.
-I LOVE YOU! YOU LOVE ME! WE'RE—-
Youko whimpered.
"No, Kagome-chan, nothing's wrong."
-I'll handle it myself.-
"Good. Come on, we've been invited to Yuka's house for a graduation party. If I don't come, I'll be nagged all summer, and if you don't come with me, we'll end up back on Fangirl's Most Wanted."
Kurama shuddered, "Scariest podcast ever."
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Yuka's House
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Kagome and Kurama could feel the music vibrating through the earth as they pulled up in front of Yuka's house.
Kurama got out first, opening the door for Kagome and offering his arm before leading her up the walkway.
"What's the plan, Kagome-chan?" Kurama whispered, forcing a smile and waving to another adoring partygoer.
"What else? We go in and socialize, cuddle every now and then, and we'll have to dance at least once. Should we wait for a slow one?"
They'd always slow danced at any event because it seemed more romantic and adhered to the personal boundaries both had agreed on.
Kurama nodded.
-How can we be sure she…-
Do it, Red. I've seen exhibitionists less obvious.
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One Hour Later
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Kurama couldn't believe it.
He'd just gone to get Kagome and himself some drinks, and already some moron had moved in on his date.
Somebody wants to die.
-Damn straight.-
Kurama set the drinks down before making his way across the room to Kagome.
"If you'll excuse us," Kurama deadpanned, wrapping his arms around the girl from behind and giving the boy an accident-inducing look, "I believe I owe my girlfriend a dance."
"But Kurama—" Kagome stuttered out, surprised at his behavior. Usually he would simply talk whoever was hitting on her down, occasionally embarrassing them a bit, but never so aggressively. "Kurama, it's not really a slow dance."
It wasn't a slow dance at all. A faster remix of "Cocaine" by DJ Paul Oakenfold was pounding through the speakers.
"So it isn't."
His voice wasn't entirely his.
'Holy shit. Something really is wrong with—'
She felt his arms tighten around her waist, pressing her back against his front.
"Kurama, what's—nnnnn." She didn't manage to get much out as he began to dance, moving her against him until she kept up the motions on her own.
"Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong," Kurama growled, "Youko refuses to let me rest until I've taken you into a broom closet, pushed up your skirt, and—I hate that, you know. That 'fuck first, talk later' bullshit he's so keen on."
"You…"
They stopped dancing, just standing there like that, Kagome's fingers clutching the arms around her waist and Kurama's lips against her neck.
"I want to keep you. We want to keep you. But now that graduation's over, our agreement is over. There's no need to pretend anymore."
Kagome turned in his arms, taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes as she slipped her hands into his back pockets. Liking the response in his eyes, she leaned close to whisper in his ear, "That's right. There's really no need to pretend anymore. I mean, since we both have no desire to let go of each other."
Kurama grinned, eyes sparkling as he leaned in to press their foreheads together,
"How forward of you, Kagome-chan."
"I look forward to being…kept…Kurama-kun."
Kurama himself just about lost it when he felt his "new" girlfriend squeeze his butt before pressing against him to dance to a new song.
I like where we are
when we drive in your car.
I like where we are
here.
A/N: Believe it or not, I considered ending the chapter before Graduation. o.O Anyway, sorry for the wait. I seem to have gained too very encouraging new reviewers. This chapter from "Kurama laughed lightheartedly" on, is dedicated to them.
–Dances-
Those of you hoping to find out the actual reaction of the fangirls will be satisfied in the next chapter. –Le wink- ;)