Love at 25,000 Feet by DarkCrystalis

Chapter One

Love at 25,000 Feet

By: DarkCrystalis

Edited by: Jon04CTSV

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story, unless they're originals (characters outside of the Inuyasha anime.)

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Chapter One

Sex isn't what it cracks up to be, trust me.

Before you get the wrong idea, I'm not a slut, whore, or a "bad girl." I never even slept with my first boyfriend; I, rather stupidly, waited until the second. Now that I think about it, I should've jumped Kouga while I had the chance; any man would've been better than Naraku.

Let's get back to my issue, though. I know that back in high school, there were all those rumours, like my screwing many members of the football team--and dear god, all of them at once,--but they were all lies. Mean words like that came from my jealous classmates that weren't admired by the popular boys because they were either ugly or ugly and stupid, to boot.

I was really popular back in high school; all the men fawned over me, doing whatever I pleased. For the first two years, though, I didn't take advantage of them. I felt like that was so immoral.

Over time, my mind changed. If they were so willing to help me, it wasn't really taking advantage of them, right? I mean, they practically begged to help me carry my massive yellow backpack. Some even catered to me, asking if I ever wanted anything to eat or drink, and that it'd be on them, meaning it was free!

I met Kouga during the beginning of second semester in grade 12 and hated him right off the bat. Cocky, arrogant, rude to anyone he disliked, and simply... well, I don't know what to call him. I ended up dating him when he fawned over me more than any other guy did, professing his love to me a month later. Besides, he wasn't mean to me, and that's all that mattered at the time. However, when his advances were too strong and my light interest in him completely faded, I dumped him. He was heart broken, but despite the fact he didn't hate me. We were still friends until the end of the year, but strangely enough, he seemed a little possessive of me... maybe that was just my imagination.

The last two years of high school were the best; invitations to all the best parties and overall making friends with the cool crowd made me feel so powerful. That was where I ended up meeting Naraku; at the grade 12 graduation after-party which took place at his house. He was also on the football team, and for once, I allowed myself to hook up with one of its members. He'd actually scared me at first; his piercing eyes and cold demeanor were enough to frighten anyone, but I liked how he didn't try to cater to my every need. It was refreshing, so when he asked me out a short while later, I accepted.

After about five months with him, we did it, and boy was it ever awful. He was so naïve that he didn't notice my bleeding until after he'd come. I don't think he realized the pain I was in, but I didn't bother to tell him; it's not like he wanted to hurt me. As we saw each other more often, we screwed more, and it was always bad.

I don't know what was worse; the "quickie" or the "long, slow, torturous" sex. I mean, the slow sex was torturous because it always hurt. He'd stick in his tiny dick, but always somehow managed to put it in such an uncomfortable angle that it was painful. My eyes would glass over with tears from the pain, but when he asked me if I was alright, I told him "This is just so beautiful, I'm so happy!" I couldn't hurt him; he'd never done anything bad to me to deserve that, even though it was the shittiest lie I'd ever told in my life.

The quickies, I think, were the worst. I'd get all riled up, my body unconsciously excited for sex, and then nothing. He'd pump me for two minutes and lose his load, leaving me so sexually frustrated that I'd have to excuse myself to the bathroom to get off after each time. He thought I'd be cleaning up, hah! Just more bullshit... but at least my fingers never let me down!

So, what I'm trying to say is that my view of men is rather skewed, especially after those experiences. Regardless, I'll try not to let that get me down! I know there'll be someone out there some time, even in places where I might least expect him...

Which is how I met... well, him. There's a long story to be told this time.

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I woke up to the sound of light tapping on my bedroom door.

"Kagome, are you awake yet? I thought you wanted to go job-hunting today; it's after 12 already..." I sighed and answered my mother affirmatively before heading to the small bathroom which, luckily for me, was a part of my room. Once I'd cleaned up in the shower, made up my hair and face before dressing semi-formally in black pants and a blue collared shirt, I headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

My mother smiled at me, her light brown eyes sparkling in happiness as I entered the kitchen. "Your father would say he's proud of you if he could see you right now," she almost whispered with a facial expression boarding on wistfulness.

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to think about what he might've said about me. He was away on business in the U.S. and rarely came home due to his job. We only saw him once every few months for a couple days, if we were lucky. It didn't matter though; even when he lived at home permanently, we'd never been close. I was much closer to my younger brother, Souta, who was in middle school. Despite our relatively big age gap, we managed to get along without a lot of fuss.

As I fried an egg and popped two pieces of toast in the toaster, I sighed, finally realizing the pressure that was on me to get a job. If I didn't, I knew that we wouldn't have enough money for university in the fall. So far, I only had about half the required money for a year of courses. My parents weren't rich; my mother and grandfather managed our family's shrine while my dad worked overseas, but we didn't earn a lot of income. My mother was probably worried about how we'd pay for Souta's high school uniforms in September, school trips and other fees that he'd encounter when beginning in a new school, never mind the costs of university. Luckily for me, I wouldn't be living in residence; that'd most definitely surely make us bankrupt.

So, here I was, wondering how I could possibly earn approximately a million yen in only half a year. It wasn't completely impossible, but nevertheless I had high hopes of finding a good paying job. I had hope that I'd come upon some amazing luck, and today, I felt like nothing could bring me down; I was determined.

After devouring my brunch, I set out with my black hand bag, stuffed with resumes, pens, lined paper and other things. I was prepared, eager and enthusiastic; surely there'd be many employers which would want me.

"Good luck, honey!" my mother cheered as I set off down the stone walkway. I smiled and waved in return, feeling better with her encouragement.

After making the rounds at the nearest plazas to my home, my luck didn't seem to be holding up as I'd imagined. The places weren't currently hiring, more experience was required, or the starting pay was too low. I decided not to let this get me down, though; at least most of the employers had accepted my resumes. It was a start.

I took the public bus down to the largest mall which was the shortest trip from the shrine. I wasn't looking forward to traveling long distances, so if it could be avoided, I'd find a way.

I entered the mall and felt the air conditioning cool off my skin; I'd started to sweat while I was outside under the blistering heat of late March. However, after visiting some more retail stores, I met defeat after defeat with more or less the same reasoning as before wash over me. What was wrong with these people? Couldn't they see that I was an aspiring young woman, eagerly awaiting a job opening? I wanted a job so badly that I nearly cried after each disappointment.

Sitting down on the nearest unoccupied bench, I furrowed my brows while my head rested in my hands. I had to think of other places which might hire me. I thought for a good ten minutes before I gave up; maybe it'd be easier to think from home, where I could surf the internet some more.

As I got up, my eyes wandered out in front of me, noticing a billboard. There were tons of bright papered postings with agencies that were hiring, along with phone numbers, addresses and people to contact. I scanned the board, but nothing seemed to be of interest, aside from the airport, which was currently looking for stewardesses. I'd always been acrophobic, but with the good salary they were offering, I decided I'd give it a try.

Jotting down the location, phone number and the employer's name, I hopped on yet another bus to take to the airport. This seemed to be the only job which fulfilled all of my requirements; good pay and no previous experience required; training would be provided. Additionally, the hours were surprisingly flexible; I wasn't expected to work every day and never more than five days a week, unless willing. I could handle this!

When I arrived at the airport, there were so many people running around that I was, at first, dazed. I had no idea where to go or how to get there and I felt extremely overwhelmed. People in fancy suits with briefcases surrounded me as they passed through the waves of people, talking on their cell phones in high decibels.

I strained my eyes and, with minimal effort, found the line to purchase tickets. I had to wait a good twenty minutes before I was served, but I didn't mind. Without looking up, a woman frantically typing away on a keyboard asked me how she could be of any help today. Gratefully, I asked her where I could speak with an employer regarding the job opening for the stewardess position. She smiled at me and pointed, trying to speak loudly over the buzzing of sounds throughout the airport. "Go over there and through the doors, make a right, and head down the hall a little. On your left will be the help desk, and the people there will give you more direction, in regards to appointments and such. Good luck!" Quickly dismissing me, she asked the next person in line how she could help them. I sort of felt sorry for her.

Without adieu, I went where I was told and spoke to the kind woman behind the desk, this time not having to wait in line. She made me fill out a form which asked about my previous work experience, personal information and other boring stuff. I attached my resume to it, as asked, and handed the sheets back to her. She told me "If you'd wait a moment, Miss Sango might be able to see you after her meeting is over." She seemed awfully bubbly for someone at work, but I only smiled. Either way, I practically leapt at the chance of being able to see my possible future employer so soon, so I sat and waited...

...And waited.

...And waited some more.

After about forty five minutes, a woman with black hair tied tightly behind her head, clothed in a smart looking long black skirt and white collared shirt left one of the rooms. Her eyes seemed tired and annoyed, but when she spoke to the secretary behind the desk, her voice was semi-sweet. Seconds later her dark eyes scanned over the sheets I'd handed in a while ago before she turned to me.

"You're here about the stewardess position?" She was assertive but not bitchy, and I liked her already.

I nodded meekly, knees feeling shaky as I rose from my seat to offer her my hand and introduce myself.

"I see something in your eyes... you look determined," she told me and I felt so happy, like I'd already gotten the job.

"I am; I really need this job, miss."

"I feel like you'd work hard if you got the job, but first appearances are not always as they seem. I will find out more about you tomorrow during the meeting of prospective employees, yes?"

Once again, I nodded fiercely.

"Very well, then. Meet in the room down the hall," she stopped to point at the room she'd just exited moments ago, "for 9:00A.M sharp."

"It was a pleasure meeting you, miss," I said, desperately meaning the words.

She smiled and quickly corrected, "Miss Sango will do just fine."

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Author's Note

Hello boys and girls!

This is more of a pilot chapter to see who'd be interested in reading this fanfiction if it were to continue, so feedback is absolutely necessary!

If I don't hear reader's thoughts or ideas, I will not continue. I'll assume that not enough people are reading it or that people simply don't like it. I won't continue writing a story that no one is (or no one seems to be) interested in.

So, please, I beg of you to write a review after reading to tell me what you think; I'd really, really appreciate it!!!!

Sincerely,

DarkCrystalis