Author Note: I do not own InuYasha nor make money from it. Copyright goes to Rumiko Takahashi.
I originally posted Utsukushii as Aitoshii on 'Spark in 2007. Reviews are fuel.... thanks!
Renamed as Utsukushii, which is means "beautiful, "pretty," "lovely," "fine," "handsome," "good-looking," or "charming." and makes far more since than Aitoshii or Itoshii.
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In all his years as a youkai, this was not exactly what he wanted to call his best moment. He had allowed the Eastern taiyoukai to plan his evening out. Since Naraku’s defeat almost five hundred years ago, he had been allies with the Eastern wolf lord and the lord took it upon himself that allies meant friends. As time had progressed and humanity prospered, leaving youkai to conceal themselves, debauchery of all times popped up. Sure, geishas still existed, and he had partaken of their arts, but he did not relish the more extreme: prostitution, stripping, and pornography. He was not prude.
He had experienced many females in his immortal existence, but these were just lude. Prostitution harvested disease. Demons were immune to sexually transmitted diseases, but not to the repulsive scent that emanated from an infected individual. Stripping and pornography although stimulating to the eye, was just too teasing. It was sacrilegious. Married men and mated youkai alike left their women at home to see women perform for as low as a couple yen. It was demeaning. Sesshoumaru had grown up to appreciate the female body and as a lord to discourage such shameful activity.
But, now, in the twenty-first century, his lands had imaginary borders and his people concealed from society, he had no grounds to stop the madness. Of course, in the past, the sexual revolution had flooded through and re-molded itself through the ages. But this display was a byproduct of Western Culture. Japanese youth coveted American lifestyle like Americans coveted Japanese anime.
Sesshoumaru rued today. He growled low in annoyance, as the ookami prince chuckled. He was going to be subjected to going to a strip club.
‘This Sesshoumaru should tear off the pathetic perverted wolf and mount his head on the office wall.’
“Relax, old dog. It’s a respectable place. Inu Trasha came with me last week and didn’t seem so bad,” Kouga tried to assure the pissed off dog lord.
“This Sesshoumaru is a respectable lord and your ally, Lord Kouga. Must I remind you wolf that an ally is not a friend and that this Sesshoumaru does not partake in such demeaning behaviour,” Sesshoumaru gritted out.
Though Sesshoumaru often was his normal stoic self, Inu Yasha and Kouga provoked his ire. He barely tolerated their presence, but spared them as they did have the uses at times.
“Well, those damn American lords wanted a pleasant atmosphere to talk with us, and suggested this place. As long as we can get them to agree on what we want, let’s indulge them. You don’t have to do anything and I’m sure you’re eyes won’t burn off. The ladies are fairly attractive,” Kouga teased.
The limousine they were in stopped in front of a club that looked like a traditional Japanese palace for shoguns, but held the name, Utsukushii and underneath for the American tourists, Lovely. The driver hurriedly ran around and opened the door.
“Jaken, make sure to keep your cellphone open in case this Sesshoumaru wishes to depart sooner than expected,” Sesshoumaru said coolly.
Jaken, who was underneath the concealing spell of a normal Japanese elderly man with a stout stature, replied, “Hai, my lord. This worthless servant will wait for your word.”
“Will you stop it with that worthless servant crap, toad?” Kouga growled. “You’ve been around for ages. You’re not worthless if this bastard hasn’t killed you yet.”
Jaken held his tongue, but glared at Kouga. He knew his lord was not in high spirits about coming to a vulgar place, so he would just keep mum when the ookami prince would provoke him too.
As Kouga and Sesshoumaru walked the red carpet up to the entrance, they were ushered through the doorway by the bouncers. Sesshoumaru observed a line forming to get in and frowned inwardly in disgust.
‘They are eager to see skin. This Sesshoumaru will eagerly await to pay back the wolf.’
He cracked his knuckles, thinking on the next time he would challenge Kouga into sparring with him, and smirked.
Kouga on the other hand had caught his smirk and gulped.
‘That smirk means I’m in deep shit.’
“Right this way, my lords,” a woman in a French maid outfit beckoned.
The outfit did not leave much imagination as the skirt showed her black knickers. Sesshoumaru observed Kouga grinning and then groping the waitress’s bottom. The waitress was a typical Japanese girl, short and skinny in stature, dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes. The waitress whirled around, smacked the dark brown haired youkai and spat, “I’m not for groping, buddy! That’s what the other gals are for. Remember that next time or I’ll call over the bouncers to haul your ass off.”
Kouga scowled and shrugged his shoulders, saying to Sesshoumaru, “Damn! I didn’t know that! Well, at least I know now about the waitresses.”
Kouga then smiled mischievously. Sesshoumaru stepped past the annoying ookami prince to follow the half-clad waitress.
“Hn,” Sesshoumaru replied, uninterested.
The waitress led them from the main room where there were quite a few people and into a secluded backroom with about a dozen people. The room was fairly special and had a stage of its own. A few girls were walking around the room giving lap dances.
“Welcome to the VIP room, my lords. The other members of your party are in the chairs in front of the stage. May I take your order for drinks?” the waitress asked.
“Just a beer. Bring me a Sapporo,” Kouga replied.
“Scotch on the rocks,” Sesshoumaru replied and then made his way to the American demon lords.
The two lords stood and greeted Sesshoumaru and Kouga.
“I am Daniel Lyons and this is Johnathan Sevilla,” the taller of the two introduced.
Most youkai that could take human appearance merely lost their markings, claws, pointed ears and anything that could reveal their heritage. With Daniel’s concealment spell, Sesshoumaru had almost laughed at how uncanny the light curly brown haired lord looked like the Abercrombie & Fitch billboard he had seen not long ago in Harajuku, Tokyo’s shopping and entertainment district. Johnathan looked like he was a mix of several type of demons and humans. He exuded an aura that told Sesshoumaru that he was only three quarters demon. He was dark golden skinned like the hispanic of the Americas, but held a large stature and ice blue eyes.
“Pleased to meet you. Lord Sesshoumaru doesn’t really approve of this kind of activity, but since you are only here a short time, he agreed to conduct business here,” Kouga replied with a smile, slapping Sesshoumaru on the back.
Sesshoumaru growled. He did not like being treated so familiarly.
“Well, we appreciate it. Danny and I admit that we shamefully enjoy going to strip clubs. We’ve made it a tradition when we go traveling together to visit at least one strip club in each country. I’ve always enjoyed seeing those cute Asian girls in those sailor suits,” Johnathan grinned.
“Haha! I know what you mean. I had an interest in a gal long ago who wore a sailor uniform for school. She was hot!” Kouga shared.
Sesshoumaru knew who he was talking about. It was Inu Yasha’s strange wench, who was also a priestess.
“Did you get to tap that ass?” Johnathan asked.
“What the hell does that mean?” Kouga replied, confused.
“Oops, I forgot American slang really throws everyone else off. It means, did you get with her and you know…,” the dark skinned youkai asked, brows wiggling in suggestion, reminding Sesshoumaru of a certain lecherous houshi from the feudal era.
“Ah, I see. Haha. Well, I wanted to, but no. She didn’t feel that way about me and she had to go home. It wasn’t meant to be,” Kouga sighed, scratching the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation.
The waitress appeared with the drinks and the four demon lords settled into their seats. Occasionally as they negotiated business, a gal would walk by and Sesshoumaru was forced to talk and watch the other three receive a lap dance. It was very distracting and Sesshoumaru had to control himself from letting the red seep into his eyes and overall, from letting his inner beast loose to tear everyone in the room to bits.
‘This is accomplishing nothing!’ Sesshoumaru seethed within.
The meeting was to negotiate new trade for some computer products. Sesshoumaru ran a successful software company that helped businesses combat hacking and also monitor their employees when they used the computer. Though it was not a new concept, Sesshoumaru was proud that his software beat the competition hands down. He had even had centers built in other countries to provide services for companies needing their activities monitored for security purposes. His item was in high demand due to hacking, fraud, and other activities like abusing the computer during work time for emailing and surfing the Internet. It was a far cry from slaying trespassers and invading youkai, but it was something that let him have some type of control and above all, something to do.
Sesshoumaru was almost halfway through his negotiation plan when he heard on the speaker, “Welcome patrons to the VIP room at Utsukushii. You are in a treat as today since it is the weekend. For regulars, you know what I’m talking about. Please clap your hands for Utsukushii's best, our one and only, The Priestess!”
Some of the others in the room clapped and whistled as the stage darkened. Sesshoumaru had to look up for the stage and wanted to get out, even fumbling for his cellphone. He did not want to see anything else. He had seen enough with the provocative topless lapdances on his pathetic so- called colleagues.
He was about to dial for Jaken to be ready when the lights came on.
On stage, front and center was what looked like a priestess, with a bow and arrow. Her haori was white, but the red hakamas, which were suppose to be almost floor length, was cut to mid thigh, seeming more like a cut up yukata. She wore black four inch platform high heels. The woman’s legs were long and quite tone. As Sesshoumaru let his eye peruse upward, he noticed, the haori was quite tight in the bust and he could see the majority of the woman’s plump breasts. A few clangs sounded and she pulled out an arrow, nocked in her bow, pulled back and then released as she called out, “Hit the mark!”
The arrow glowed pink and Sesshoumaru knew that the nickname was not just for show.
‘This woman was a real priestess, and not just for show.’
He became apprehensive that she would turn it on them, but she only had one arrow in her quiver. Above and behind them, the arrow hit its mark with a loud solid thud in the ceiling, the pink from the arrow falling to the ground almost like confetti. The crowd oohed with wonder and clapped with delight.
Now, Sesshoumaru, although did not approve of such things, could not deny that the figure in front of him, who was beginning to dance to a very techno beat with a Japanese twist was entrancing. He lifted his eyes to look at the woman as she whipped off her haori with quickness and ease, her bare tits showing to the crowd. The nipples were hard from the exposure to the air and rosy pink. Sesshoumaru could smell the arousal in the room.
For his sanity, Sesshoumaru could not bring himself to punch in the number to reach Jaken. He felt paralyzed from seeing this woman dance so fluidly to the music. It was almost primal and he could not deny that his mouth became dry over a ningen female.
His eyes finally focused on the girl’s face. Her lips were a glossy red comparable to cherries. Her skin was flawless. Never had Sesshoumaru seen a ningen who actually looked perfect to his eyes and he was a true connoisseur of anything that had beauty. Her face actually looked familiar, surrounded in raven locks, almost looking like midnight with the bluish sheen. The chin looked proud and everything about the body though it was doing things he had never seen, was just too much like someone he had seen long ago.
The woman gyrated and stripped herself of practically everything but her heels before taking to the pole and spinning around. She worked it like a gymnast, her control over her body while keeping with the music was amazing, at least in Sesshoumaru’s opinion.
“This woman smells like what my Kagome had smelled like. Cherry blossoms” Kouga commented out loud, almost sighing wistfully.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and as the girl finished with the poles and did a back flip, landing in split position before coming over to his entourage. The crowd roared with cheers and clapping as some people from the main room had ventured in. Sesshoumaru assumed that they had either been VIP members or that they had paid to see the show for the night. On her knees she kept dancing, opening her legs, and showing her shaved clit. Sesshoumaru scented her and agreed with the ookami, but then noticed something else!
‘She is still pure!’
It was the most perplexing thing he had ever witnessed.
‘A Virgin Exotic Dancer! What an oxymoron!’
He was not sure whether to be repulsed at her show or be proud that she kept from further damning herself. The woman turned towards Sesshoumaru after letting Kouga fondle her tits and opened her eyes revealing blue- grey eyes.
‘Cherry blossom scent, raven hair, long legs, and grey blue eyes,’ he said. ‘It really is Inu Yasha’s wench!’
Sesshoumaru’s own appearance still held his amber eyes and silver hair. He lacked his markings, but he did not look much different. For the first time he was practically in a panic. It was the combination of what she was doing and that he knew her.
He noticed that her dancing stopped and her eyes wide on him. She had recognized him immediately and he could do nothing about it.
“Oh my! Sesshoumaru!?” the woman half asked, half exclaimed in a high pitch, making him wince.
It was only a few seconds later, he found himself covered with the unconscious naked body of the priestess, who had once been responsible for being the killing blow to the evil hanyou Naraku.