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We'll talk about it over dinner, after the interview, which is really just a formality. I want you to see me as a woman, not just your professor. Kagome nodded, not wanting to appear too eager even though her heart felt like it was beating at the pace of a Eurotrash pop song.
Um, should I follow you, or—". Kagome nodded and valiantly attempted to silently suck in snot, having emptied the box of Kleenex. Kikyo smiled at her and grabbed a coat from where it hung over her desk chair before strolling out the door with her quiet, natural confidence.
The teen started after her, stumbling when she realized her left leg had fallen asleep. She stomped on it a few times, not wanting to look like an idiot yet again in front of her favorite professor. When Kikyo looked back in with a confused frown, wondering why Kagome had not immediately followed after her, she shot her a bright smile and trotted out to join her, pretending that she wasn't calling herself all sorts of names internally.
Did such a woman really want to hire a complete idiot like herself? The ride was quiet. She had tried not to act overly impressed at Kikyo's sleek, white car. She sat awkwardly on the leather, wishing she could levitate so as to keep the seats pristine.
The car was just so cool. Some sort of sports car convertible thingy. She didn't know enough about cars to be able to identify it, but it was obviously very new and extremely expensive. Her brother would know, though, without a doubt. A smile made its way onto her face as she thought of Sota, of how excited he'd be to learn that she had actually ridden in the sports car thingy. She'd have to ask what kind it was later and make an effort to remember the name.
Kikyo concentrated on the road and Kagome kept silent, not knowing what kind of driving quirks she had, if any. She would have enjoyed some music though, a bit of talk radio, even. Anything but the quiet. Finally, they arrived at the restaurant, which was some classy sit-down place just a few miles away from school. The lighting about the place was muted and the parking lot was in back, which was probably how she had passed it so many times without really noticing it.
Nervously, she got out of the car. Even if she was at her best, she never would have fit in at an establishment like the one her professor was currently entering without her. Scrambling to catch up, she made it just as the hostess was leading Kikyo to the table. She got a few looks, or at least she thought she did, but no one tried to stop her. She slid in across from Kikyo in the cushy booth, not hearing what the hostess said as she gave them the menus. Hands shaking, she flipped it open.
No prices. That wasn't good. Her eyes scanned the expensive, thick paper, admiring the beautiful calligraphy. People actually ate stuff like that? One item on the menu claimed to have gold flakes in it. Was that safe? Did it even taste good, or did people just do that because they were stupid and rich and they could? And caviar. She was tempted to order some just to see why people made a big deal about it, but thought better of it.
She didn't want to put Kikyo out too much. She was just a college professor, after all, and maybe an appearance of smart thriftiness would help her qualifications. She finally understood the bloodiness of the French Revolution, though.
She smiled at her and seemed to perk up a bit, like she enjoyed being asked for her opinion and wasn't used to it. Just pick whatever you want. I usually get the duck with a salad, but today I feel like just a tarte Tatin. Maybe I'll have a bit of vanilla ice cream with it as well. Kagome nodded like she was comfortable. I guess I'll get the steak and potatoes, then. Kagome gaped at her. This restaurant was just a secret free place for rich people?
The waitress came over to their table and chatted with Kikyo familiarly but with a great amount of respect. The question made her nervous. So, they were starting the interview. This was happening. It was real. She prayed to God and her grandfather that she wouldn't mess up.
My birthday was a couple months ago. I love history so, so much. The answer, if she had been planning on giving one, was interrupted by a waiter serving them wine. It was a dark red and in the dim, intimate lighting of the restaurant looked to be the color of blood. She realized how very thirsty she was. No sooner than he placed her wine glass on the table and she reached out to grab it did the waitress come back with their food. Grumbling inwardly, she drew her arm back to her side, giving the waitress room to place her plate.
Her face fell as soon as she got a good look at what had been laid out in front of her. There were three thin slices of steak next to one spoonful of mashed potatoes. True, there was some pretty swirly design with some oils or whatever and the mashed potatoes were shaped like a flower, but still.
What the hell was this trickery?! Kikyo laughed and she glanced up, unable to keep the look of disappointment off her face. She had been really, really hungry.
She grabbed her wine and drank it all down, not knowing what else to do. Don't you worry, I have no intention of disappointing you tonight. Kagome nodded and blushed, not liking that she had been read so easily. Putting down her glass, she stabbed at the steak with her fork, watching Kikyo cut her apple dessert into small triangles before placing a piece in her mouth.
If you don't mind. Kikyo sighed and took her wine glass in hand, swirling the liquid before placing it down again without taking a sip. Thirty, thirty, thirty. Kikyo smiled at her in a way that told her she thought she was lying.
The first day of class, I thought you were a student. It blew my mind when you began to lecture, and then your lecture blew my mind again. And it's not like thirty's old, anyway. Kagome thought she saw her face color a bit, but she could have been mistaken. For a minute, she looked sort of girlish. She knew Kikyo wasn't being mean, but it still made her feel bad. However, living like she had the past few months had taught her that she couldn't waste an opportunity, even if her pride screamed at her.
What happened if Kikyo changed her mind about employing her, or if she had been joking or something? Kagome would be back to one small meal a day. Plus, the tart looked delicious. Mind made up, she nodded and her professor pushed the plate towards her. She ate in silence, glancing up at Kikyo every other bite. She had a faraway look in her eyes, and though her gaze was on her, it was also through her.
Kagome nodded, a little startled. Kikyo had seemed so out of it, but apparently she had still been observing her. Kikyo stood and put her jacket back on. Kagome followed after her, her heart beating hard. If this worked out, she could live a good life again.
Maybe, if Kikyo kept her on for a while, she'd make enough to start repairing the house. And she could finally go home and visit! She tried not to get her hopes up, but a little smile still somehow managed to find its way to her lips. The car ride was easier this time, with Kikyo having turned on NPR of course.
She suddenly found herself becoming very tired. She had been so on edge for so long. Things were finally starting to get a bit better, and the stress she had been holding inside seemed to be gradually melting away. The ocean had been one of the main reasons she'd chosen that particular university. She had gone her entire life without seeing it prior to a few months ago, and when she'd finally observed that glorious mass of water for the first time, she wasn't very impressed.
It was dirty, it was smelly, it was cold. And seagulls were mean creatures. The beautiful, successful college professor not only taught her favorite subject, but she owned a friggin' rich people restaurant and she lived on the dang beach. She laughed, and Kagome smiled too, even though she knew she was being laughed at, not with. She wasn't being cruel, so it was alright. She pulled into a driveway Kagome had not even noticed. Looking around, she saw nothing but some cliffs and rocks, a few tidal pools, and beach.
The house was large, modern, and painted white. That was about all she could observe in the darkness, with the only lighting coming from the lone streetlight on the private road and the glow from inside the house. Kikyo exited the car and went in through the door that led to the house, oblivious to Kagome's nervous hesitation.
Wanting to appear grateful and confident and not screw things up, Kagome pushed aside her reservations and followed after her, only to walk directly into what felt like a wall. Looking up, she realized it was a torso.
A male torso. A defined male torso, which possessed muscles plainly visible through the clingy fabric of the t-shirt it was enveloped in. Already she'd screwed up. She lifted her head and saw that the man, whom she assumed to be Kikyo's husband, had a surprised look on his face. He quickly covered it up and walked away from her. Closing her mouth, which was open in her own surprise, Kagome moved forward to look for her professor.
A half-demon! Kikyo was married to a half-demon! That just didn't seem to fit with the rest of Kikyo's personality. Mixed marriages were still sort of rare, but they did happen. Relationships between humans and demons were portrayed in popular media as something one did during their wild days, not permanent. She not only taught history, she lived it! I'll set up your room in the meantime. Curious, she was about to protest, but stopped herself.
She'd been "bathing" in gas station bathrooms for longer than she cared to admit, and a real shower would be nice. Plus, she might not get the job. She had to keep reminding herself that that was a real possibility, despite what Kikyo had said earlier. So she just nodded and accepted the lavender-scented and lavender-colored towel from her professor. My bathroom's the room at the very top of the stairs. Kikyo had said "my" bathroom.
She had her own bathroom, separate from her husband? When she thought about it, it made sense. Surely even someone as regal as Kikyo had to drop a deuce from time to time. The bathroom was small, but lovely, done in soft lavenders and creams and grays. Everything was so perfect that it looked like something out of a magazine or a movie. Kagome had never been in a shower larger than a phone booth before. She bet five people could comfortably wash themselves without even bumping elbows.
What the heck were they for? She decided not to assuage her curiosity, instead turning the knob with an "H" on it. Water came spraying at her from all sides and she stumbled and sputtered, only just righting herself and avoiding what would have been a very disastrous fall. Kagome had neglected to notice the showerheads on all sides of the structure. She looked around for soap, and raised a brow at what she found. Freaking Alterna This she recognized. A long time ago, her father had gotten it for her mother on her birthday.
Her mother had gasped and covered him in kisses. After she used it, she had remarked that her hair had never been nicer, and her mother's hair had always been her best asset. A hundred and fifty bucks for just the shampoo. At the time, she had rationalized to herself that her mother would be unhappy when reminded of her father, and she wouldn't have much use for it anyway.
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