Ballet, Tango, who cares? by Subeke-chan

Capitulo numero Uno

Chapter 1

He sighed. What was the point of being here if all of these imbeciles were complete and total failures? The point of the tango was to be seductive and graceful, not clumsy and awkward. Why did they sign up in the first place? In fact, why did he become a dance instructor to begin with?

"That is enough for today. Practice over the weekend and I'll see you next week." All of the students left, except one. Kagura Motoki was ambitious, spoiled and the only one with talent. Damn. She just had to be one of his students. She tried to seduce him in every possible way, none of which had worked. Her high heels slightly echoed as she crossed the giant dance room; giving an extra sway to her hips. As beautiful as she was, he couldn't help but feel disgust. And pity. But mostly disgust. Disgust because she tried to bed every single male she thought capable of elevating her status, and pity because her efforts on him were useless. Giving her one of his iciest glares, he said,"Kagura, everyone has left. Why are you still here?"

"My, my. Aren't we angry today?"

"What do you want?"

"What I've always wanted. You."

"And that, you won't get. Now, get out of my sight. You're wasting my time."

Something glazed over her spicy eyes, but she quickly composed herself. In a low and husky tone, she said," Be that way. You don't know what you're missing. And when the time comes, you'll want me, Sesshomaru Narita. You'll want me." And she left, her ridiculously low skirt riding up her thigh, showing a bit of glute and something red and lacy that he'd rather forget. But he smirked. That look in her eyes just now, was something he has seen in every girl or woman's face that looked at him with more than contempt. Rejection. And he loved every minute of it. Poor women. They should stick to someone of their level and stop pestering him for his looks. He heard the door open and realized that his ballet class was next. Great. More lovesick girls to swoon at him, and more time wasted trying to ignore them.

He watched as the young girls in leotards and slippers stretched. They looked to be no older than eighteen. One girl with raven-black hair caught his attention.'Hm. She didn't even have to try', he thought. She was of average height, slender, with a curving body, swelled perky breasts, and a sweet face. Big brown eyes with long eyelashes, a cute button nose, and pink lips with a full lower lip that gently curved into a smile. An honest smile. As his gaze met her eyes, he saw a small tint of rogue paint her peach skin. And for once, he didn't see lust or desire. He saw honesty and innocence. What the other women lacked, she had. Is that what he was looking for? He quickly broke out of his daze and addressed the class.

"I am Sesshomaru Narita. I will be your instructor for interpretive dance and ballet. Now, we'll start off with the basics, beginning with First Position...."

I. Loathe. Kagura. At least in this fic.

So, Sesshy, "First Position..." huh? Were you reading the Kama Sutra again?

Sesshy: (glares)

I'll take that as no?

Sesshy:.......

Ahhh, you were reading it? What, you wanted to see if 'Doggy Style' was in there?

(Gets shot for the lamest pun ever)

Sesshy: One word. Review. (Blows into the pistol, twirls it, and walks away, with hair swishing.)

Oh, he SO pawns!