|When In Cuba
Author: Marukaite Chikyuu Doitsu PM
It was her friends' fault that she ended up meeting a man named Cuba in Cuba...oneshot for Monty! Continued! T for Cuba's mouth!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Kagome H. & Cuba - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,267 - Reviews: 52 - Favs: 46 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 06-05-12 - Published: 10-08-11 - id: 7447124
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MCD: Haha, sorry for the lateness, but thanks to my friend Montgomery Pedro, whom I give props to the idea for, I now present to you my Cuba/Kag ;) I hope you like~!
When in Cuba
Kagome slipped through the suffocating amount of people quickly and grumpily made her way to a seat all the way at the back of the club. Huffing indignantly, she crossed her arms and glared at her oblivious friends- who'd been totally insane to suggest this! They knew she didn't like to travel out of the country much!
Eri and Yuka were partying it up, grinding with a bunch of locals while Ayumi chilled with a new friend of hers over at the bar. Their chatting was getting louder with every swig of Malibu. Funny, she didn't take Ayumi as the type to drink.
Kagome could practically feel the anime blue lines run down the side of her face like sweat. Leave it to the three of them to screw things up.
The day had been perfect; not a cloud in the sky, visiting the most scenic sights, like multiple waterfalls, a cathedral, riding through some of the countryside on an oxcart, and the San Pedro de la Rosa castlewas gorgeous! All of Cuba was pretty much oozing beauty. Everything was awesome -she felt oddly compelled to say that word- and just as she was about to take a stroll on the beach- smack! Plucked by the arms and dragged unmercifully into the club, the only building in Cuba in which she was not interested in.
Kagome sighed and leaned her head on her hand and stared across the room glumly. She wasn't even sure what timeit was anymore, and she'd been wanting to see the sunset on the beach! Ah, well, there was always tomorrow, right?
A drunken man, obviously not a local, staggered over to her and trapped her when he put his hands on the arms of the chair. He grinned stupidly and asked, "Whazzup go-hic-us?" Kagome's eye twitched and she slapped the man so hard he spun and hit the floor, where he moaned pathetically.
No, she thought, There is no tomorrow because I'm leaving!Kagome growled as she pushed past her friends and to the door.
Before she could get there, a hand touched her shoulder gently and she jumped. She turned to the guy, and he put his hands up in defense. He tried to talk over the noise but she couldn't hear him, so she pointed to the door. He nodded and they walked out, unknowing of the three pairs of stalking eyes.
Kagome shielded her eyes from the sun; man, was it dark in that stupid club or what? She turned to her company and it was clear that he was a local: Tall, muscular, dark-skinned with a Hawaiian shirt (which she found ironic, weren't America and Cuba enemies?), board shorts and sandals. His dreadlocks were pulled back into a high ponytail with a headband. A cigar hung loosely from his lips and he switched it from side to side in his mouth, trying to make it easier to talk. He scratched his stubbled chin and looked at her with eyes that weren't mean to be so serious.
"'Ay, you OK? I saw that guy try 'n come onto ya..." he said and Kagome smiled at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks anyway." she smiled and he did as well.
"Welcome." he replied and Kagome blinked, the setting sun reflecting off of the water and shining in her eyes. She smiled at the shoreline.
"Ooh, how beautiful." she gaped and the man grinned happily. "I know, right? Looks nice!" Kagome nodded and looked at him. "First time here and I've only just seen it."
The tanned man looked at her incredulously and grabbed her hand. "You kiddin'? You gotta see it! It's the best part! Unless you wanna go back in there," he said and motioned his head to the club. Kagome shook her head.
"No way! I'd much rather see the beach." she giggled and he grinned, then proceeded to drag her off.
"Hey, what's your name?" she asked him and he winked at her.
"You can call me Cuba for now," Kagome nodded happily, "My name's Kagome, nice to meet you!" They walked down the stretch of the beach, chatting amiably about the finer points of Cuba. "Cuba" himself seemed to know everything about his homeland. Kagome was definitely going to meet up with him again.
"How do you know so much?" She asked in awe and he grinned.
"I've lived here all my life. But never have I seen someone as pretty as you." he winked and Kagome giggled.
"Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking?" she smiled and he rolled his eyes.
"Oh please, I'm more addicted to ice cream than I am to alcohol," he grinned, "but it'd be a suicide mission to take away my cigars." Kagome laughed.
"I'm not one for cigars, but I do love ice cream!" she agreed and that started him off on a whole rant about the pure amazing-ness of ice cream.
Eri, Yuka and Ayumi giggled maniacally from the doorway of the club.
"Haha! Looks like she'll finally get over that asshole boyfriend," Ayumi giggled drunkenly and Yuka nodded.
"Hey! Why does Kagome get all the guys?" Eri whined and rushed back into the club, desperate for a man as hot as "Cuba".
When in Cuba
MCD: WA! Fail aru D: I hope you like it anyway, Montgomery Pedro!