Well de Rouge An Inuyasha X Moulin Rouge Tale

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Well de Rouge Inu-yasha X Moulin Rouge Tale

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Sorry it has been a while since my last update for this story. I've been having too many things going on at home all at once along with my goal to get Part 2 of lifetime done.

Out of all the chapters in Well de Rouge this is most likely my personal favorite. It sets up everything for the chapters yet to come. Not to mention begins the first real imtimate peek into Kagome and Inu-yasha's love affair as it starts to flurish now after both have confessed the truth to themselves.

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Chapter 9; The Man Behind the Demon

Sesshoumaru smoked his pipe with a rather content look on his face as he sat in his office looking over a few things. Even though his face looked content, there was a fire in his eyes that was all but pleasant and content.

He finished his smoke and emptied the pipe in a dish to let the tobacco ash go out in the hot open air. Sessaru aru placed his pipe aside when a knock came at the door. The dog demon put his papers down and sat up in his chair as he got to his feet. "Come!"

The door opened, and Inu-yasha stuck his head in and closed the door behind him after he entered. He wore a clean black silk dress shirt with his dance practice pants and old shoes. Inu-yasha's silver mane was also bound in a white ribbon tied just below his shoulders.

Inu-yasha stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around the green room with a painting of his father handing over the wall opposite of Sesshoumaru's desk. He looked at him for a moment and wondered if he had the same feelings for his mother as he did for Kagome. Perhaps it was in his blood, and Inu-yasha liked it.

Sesshoumaru came over to his comfortable chair and relit his pipe after refilling it. He pointed to the seat opposite of him and Inu-yasha slumped into the chair, putting one leg up on the armrest. Sesshoumaru took ag ofg of his pipe and placed it down on the coffee table between them in a tin ashtray.

"Did you know about this?"

Inu-yasha ran his hand over one of his arms. "Know what?"

Sesshoumaru pounded his fist against his chair and the floor shook. "Confound it, Inu-yasha! You're the one who dances with the girl night and day. You've been with her for a week. No, more than a week starting today! Don't tell me you don't know a thing about what happened last night."

His voice had a slight growl in it and his eyes were starting to glow a pink color.

Inu-yasha looked at him with his brow narrowed. "Are you inquiring me about who drugged Kagome? I don't know a thing about it! She didn't tell me anything about it last night or anything this morning."

Sesshoumaru groaned and threw his hand into his own silver tress. "You didn't see anything did you? You're so blind!"

Inu-yasha snorted in disgust. "I didn't see the guy, I swear! When I found Kagome, I didn't look to see if there was anyone else in the room."

Sesshoumaru placed his hand over his eyes and pressed his temples with two of that hand's fingers. "Does she remember his name?"

Inu-yasha leaned forward. "She's still recovering from it all, Ses. Do you really think I'm going to try and pry the memory from her head?"

"It be more helpful if the memory is still fresh."

Inu-yasha growled, "Damn you! How can you act like this?"

Sesshoumaru kicked the coffee table over and leaned in to his brother's face clutching hold of his shirt. "You are blind, aren't you? Didn't you see the girl when you picked her up? Her hair wasn't up, and Kaede in formed me that the implants have gone missing. Inu-yasha, this man found her out! The cat is out of the bag, and probably yowling in the street. Do you have any idea what will happen to business if that man talks?"

Inu-yasha found his memory flashing, and he discovered Sesshoumaru's word were true. Everything he had done to make her look like Kikyo, her hair, breasts, and make-up.

"Then, if the clients find out, we'll just tell them the truth. She's a stand in!"

Sesshoumaru snorted and turned away from his brother. "Sure! Then, what? They'll all wonder if they slept with Kikyo or a stand in. They'll think they didn't get what they paid for, and they'll rebel. They'll close this place down, and you'll be on the streets like the rest of us."

Inu-yasha took a hard gulp, and closed his eyes for a moment.

"What do we do?"

Sesshoumaru exhaled heavily. "We lie low, and pray Kikyo returns. This man won't talk if he knows what's good for him. After all people will wonder how he found out, and his head will go down with the rest of us." He turned around and stared at Inu-yasha as he got to his feet. "I want you to keep an eye on her. If this man tries to silence her, there might be no way out of this. We can claim he was drunk, or find other excuses. However, if it is a client...we may have to be more cautious then we are right now."

Sesshoumaru walked back to his desk and took a seat. "Luckily for you, the next seven days aren't booked. It will mean no money, but you'll have a chance to watch her, and see what you can pry out of her memory. When Kikyo returns, I want to make sure nothing happens to her.

"Besides," he said as he looked up at him, "you have that playwrights musical to rehearse."

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Inu-yasha walked out to the hall and stomped his feet on the stage. He looked out to the dance floor that was now being temporary renovated with chairs to hold an audience. Even the stage was being extended a bit further out, with the addition of a small catwalk.

'I can't believe it, seven days and no pay? It's like a week extension including my one night off.'

Suddenly, Miroku approached him. "There you are! Here!" he said handing him a few sheets of paper with printing. "These are your lines for the show. You will be playing the princess's lover, whom is distraught over her death..."

Miroku seemed to talk on and on about his part, but he all ready knew whom he was playing and all of the things he was doing. None of this came as a surprise to him. Miroku had all ready handed him the entire script to read over.

There was music to go over still, but something lacked in the romance, and Miroku knew it. The best part about playing this though, was that he would be dancing with Kagome if Kikyo were not back by next Friday night.

Miroku's rambling soon began to make Inu-yasha's ears hurt and he slipped away without being seen to the dance floor. He looked back at Miroku who hadn't realized he wone.one.

As he turned back, he caught a figure in one of the balcony booths overlooking the dance floor and stage. It was in one of the spots where the rich usually rented one out for a week during the shows. They had their own table for drinks. Yet, this particular one was decorated with white paper pinned to the blood red cloth covered walls, and a figure dressed in a faded purple skirt and a black shirt with an outer corset around her curved middle.

Kagome was busy pinning old dresses given by each of the female dancers to turn them into costumes and refit them. Each piece of paper had a sketch of the array of costumes for Miroku's musical. One side was the costumes for the men, and the other for the ladies.

She finished a dress and let out a sigh of accomplishment. "Well, there's ten dresses. Only thirty more to go, and I still have the fifteen outfits for the men." She said to herself, only to frown a moment later.

'Well, there are supposed fifteen outfits, but I only fourteen sketches.' One costume in particular was missing, and this one was the most difficult for her to imagine.

Kagome sat back in the chair after folding the finished dress with the other nine. These were the easy ones, since there were ten full dresses she would have to create. However, at this point, she opened her sketchpad and began to draw out a figure to make out what this last costume should look like. Instead, her mind went blank, but her lead kept moving. She was doing it again, the same thing she had done for the past three days while she was trying to think of his costume. Instead of his costume, she would draw him.

Kagome had learned to draw by making portraits of the human body. She learned how to make the clothing work with each person's features, but his were difficult to put together with clothing. Each time Kagome would try to put an outfit together for him, she'd find herself drawing him in one of the posses she had caught him in. This particular one, however, was a pose she had not seen him in, but the picture of it was in her mind.

In the picture portrayed, his face was turned to the side with his back turned to the front. His mane was brushed to the side, and a white cloth seemed to shed down his back, exposing the smooth skin she often touched when they danced. One night, she was to wear an open back dress, and the day they did that dance, there was a moment when they had to have their backs pressed against the others. Kagome remembered his sweat and heat, mixing with hers, and feeling her body tingle when she came in contact with his skin.

Kagome was almost finished with his picture, and went back to his mane to draw in his soft dog-ears. Suddenly, she pictured him differently, and the dog-ears didn't seem to work. He looked like he was wearing his mask. Each one of them looked like his mask each time she drew him.

'Inu-yasha!' she thought, and closed her eyes.

When he was around her, he was himself. He was warm and happy. Inu- yasha's emotions were far different from his brother's. Then, she remembered the difference between the two. Inu-yasha's mother was...human.

When Inu-yasha was free to be himself when she was near, his emotions, warmth, and presence was that of a man...a human man.

Kagome opened her eyes and looked ar drr drawing, and carefully erased the ears. She dropped her lead a bit lower and drew a human ear in his mane. Then, darkened his silver hair until it was as dark as the night sky. Black hair and human ears, and his eyes, not gold like a dog's, darker, and more hypnotizing, like an earthy brown.

Kagome looked over her work, and felt her body flow with warmth as she looked at the man she had been trying to picture behind Inu-yasha's golden eyes. He looked so beautiful this way. Inu-yasha's body reflecting the man within him, the one he hid behind his mask.

Kagome put her lead down in her lap and smoothed her fingers over the picture. 'Is this what you hide, Inu-yasha? You're human side is that makes me want to be closer to you. Your soul and heart is that of a human's, and you show it to me so freely.'

She brought the picture closer to her face. 'You wear your mask to hide all of this, the part of you that you refuse to show the world. And yet when you share it with me, I don't see why you wear it. Do you think the world will think your true nature is ugly? Do you think those women find your demonic side more attractive?'

Kagome pressed her fingers to her lips, and felt them heat with warmth. 'I don't see why you hide it. You're not ugly in your heart. Your demon body is just as beautiful as your human heart. You'd be so beautiful if you were human.'

She looked at the picture and felt a tear form in her eye. Kagome took the pad with both hands and pressed her lips to the sketch. Then, she removed it slowly from them, and touched it with her fingertips. The tear rolled down her cheek as she opened her eyes again. Kagome smiled and giggled softly to herself that she had kissed her own drawing. She'd kissed his hidden soul, his heart. "So beautiful!"

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming toward her, and Kagome quickly tore the picture from the pad and stashed it way in her sewing supplies. She picked up the next dress and looked over for the piece of paper she had pinned on it to tell her which drawing it was linked with. Kagome wiped the tear from her face and got on the seat to look for the sketch.

"Working on the costumes?" a voice said while she had her back turned to find her sketch. Kagome knew that voice and twitched.

"Inu-yasha, hi!" she said with a smile, and then turned back to find her sketch. Inu-yasha climbed on the chair opposite of the side Kagome's was on and looked at all of her sketches.

"Which ones are these?" he asked while steadying himself on the chair.

Kagome kept her focus on her work, but didn't ignore his presence. "Those are the male samples, but the numbered ones are for the show."

Inu-yasha glanced around at each one. "They're magnificent!" he boasted, "When did you have time to draw all these?"

Kagome unpinned the sketch she was looking for, and looked at him while she placed the pin in a cushion. "I drew them during the nights while you were with your clients. I just always had these bursts of energy been I got home and I'd just be an insomniac, so I'd draw the sketches until I got tired."

In some way this was still very true, but as the words came from her mouth, she began to doubt that was the real reason anymore.

Inu-yasha looked them over and stepped up on the table to look at the women's sketches. "Wow! Kagome, these are beautiful!"

His eyes flowed over each piece of paper until he came to a numbered one. "This one! This one is yours I'm sure of it."

Kagome looked at him and giggled as she got on her chair again to see which one it was. "Which one?"

"This one! Number twenty-five?"

Kagome smiled, "That's twenty-six! I know I write so fast even I can't tell the difference between my fives and sixes."

Kagome lifted the picture so she could see it more clearly. "Yeah that's it...for now anyway."

Inu-yasha looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean for now?"

Kagome took the dress she had started working on and began to pin. "Because, I wanted the dress to be similar to her partners outfit."

Inu-yasha nodded slowly. "Oh, I see!"

He looked at it for a moment longer and then jumped back over to the other side. "So, where's mine?"

Kagome looked at him as he looked them over franticly. She frowned and lowered her head back down to her work. "I haven't been able to think of it yet. That's why the dress is just a sample."

Inu-yasha looked at her and then sat down in the chair backwards so he could lean forward on the back of it. "You haven't been able to think of one? Why not?"

Kagome pushed a pin into place and looked at him. "I just can't think of something that works with your figure. It's hard to piece together all the little things that make you such a good dancer and work it into an outfit that shows you as you are."

Inu-yasha put his arms on the top of the chairs back and gave her the same puzzled look. Kagome giggled and sighed. "Okay, you...your figure has to coincide with the way the fabric moves. Like... when you dance, you want..." Kagome stopped and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling now! I can't put the pieces together. There's just so many of them, and I can't put the picture together."

Inu-yasha looked at her with his soft golden eyes and smirked a little. "You can't find something that shows me and the character and as the ability to work with the steps?"

Kagome closed her eyes and smiled. She then looked up at him. "Exactly!"

Inu-yasha smiled and sat up for a second. "Sounds difficult!" he said in a low toned voice. Kagome turned back to her work while he continued to look over all of the sketches, still amazed by her imagination.

Kagome took another pin to get ready to pin another side of the dress, when she suddenly pricked her finger. "Ow!"

The pin fell from her hand and Inu-yasha turned to her to spy her sucking her fingertip. "You alright?"

Kagome removed her finger from her mouth and saw no blood. "I thought I pricked my finger."

Inu-yasha took her hand and looked it over for a moment to make sure there really was no blood. She trembled for a moment as she felt the warmth of his palm. He looked it over and began to run his fingers over her palm and down her arm in little patterns. Kagome felt her muscles tingle with the sensation of his touch; she felt her arm weaken a little.

She pulled it away slowly and let his fingers mingle with hers a moment before letting go. Kagome looked up and caught his glance. She smiled and giggled silently for a moment as she bent down to find her needle after catching Inu-yasha's smile.

Kagome stretched out her hand to look for where her needle may have fallen. Once she found it, she reached out a little farther to touch it with her fingertips. She suddenly, looked over the balcony in case anyone was watching, and sure enough she froze. Kagome froze out of fear.

Upon the stage stood two figures, one being Sesshoumaru and the other being that dark man from last night. She couldn't remember his name. Yet his figure made her fear him as though he were still pinning her down to the hotel bed. Kagome couldn't breathe, and her body felt cold with shivers.

Naraku stood before Sesshoumaru having a conversation of some sort. He was conversing with him about Kikyo and she could tell by the way his lips curved to say her name. Sesshoumaru made his claim that she was out for the day. Naraku tipped his hat and began to turn.

Kagome gasped and moved into the deep crevasse of the booth. Inu-yasha saw her as she tried to hide for a reason the he wasn't sure about. Yet her face was pale and the look of sheer terror was written in her eyes. He crawled over to her. "Kagome? What is it?"

Kagome didn't want to speak for fear that the dark man might hear her voice and come looking. Inu-yasha watched her as her body began to tremor. He spotted her hand that had the needle, and she was so frightened that she hadn't realized she had drawn blood from her fingertip. Something wasn't right.

Inu-yasha turned to the balcony rail and stared at it for a moment. Then he heard Kagome squeak like a mouse, "That's him! The dark man!"

Inu-yasha's eyes widened and his golden eyes glittered with anger. He looked back to the balcony and got to his feet. He gripped one hand on the rail and looked down and spied him looking over eachthe the girls. He was looking for her.

Wait! He knew who that was. He was that man that left with Kikyo the night he met Kagome. He was one of her clients, a duke.

Inu-yasha let out a low growl from the bottom of his throat, and began to stalk after the figure and his wandering eye. He watched him as his eyes watched and analyzed every girl that passed him. No, not that one! Not her either!

Inu-yasha watched as his eyes began to glow red. "You won't find her you fool! You won't see her again as long as I breathe," he said under his bh.
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Naraku came to the doors of the Well de Rouge, and opened the door just slightly. Then, his head twitched in Inu-yasha's direction and their eyes met. Inu-yasha's eyes returned to the golden color. The two of them glared at each other for a long period of time, before Naraku finally walked through the doors, and vanished.

Inu-yasha narrowed his brow. "And don't come back, fool! You won't find her. I'll be sure of that. Kagome's mine, and you better think twice before you take her from me again."

He snorted and came back to the booth where Kagome lay still shivering. "He's gone Kagome! You're safe now."

Kagome sat up and let go of her breath. "He's trying to find me, Inu- yasha! He knows all about me!"

Inu-yasha snorted and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. Kagome felt tears for in her eyes as she pressed her face to his shirt to wipe them away.

Inu-yasha inhaled her scent, and felt content again. "He won't find you. You're safe, Kagome. He won't tell anyone if he knows what's good for him. He'll keep his mouth shut."

Inu-yasha turned his head in the direction of the doors and held Kagome close to him. "He'll have to get through me first if he wants to get to you. He won't touch you again. I swear as long as I'm alive he'll never lay a hand on you again."

Kagome sighed in relief and pressed her ear to Inu-yasha's heart. 'You are beautiful! Half demon, or all human, I don't care. You're so beautiful!'

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Okay, this was ppy ppy chapter and sort of uneventful, but the chapters yet to come will be well worth the wait.

See you soon!