InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Fear The Scorned ❯ New School, Old Faces ( Chapter 1 )

Me: YATTA! Okay, chapter 1! Nice lil short prologue eh? I dare you to find a shorter!

 

Soku: I wouldn't do that. With all the crappy writers in the world, they just might.

 

Me: Le Gasp! So-kun that's so mean!

 

Soku: Look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel the same way.

 

Me: …..

 

Soku: Thought so.

 

Me: S'ry people, he just doesn't like bad writing. He's very… detail oriented. Nothing

personal! Hell, he found my old writing from when I was 4 and burnt it because it was “disgraceful to all writers”!

 

Soku: It taught you to write better.

 

Me: …ENJOY CHAPTER 1!

 

 

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEE-BANG! A pale arm went limp, sliding off the side table it was just mercilessly beating on to get the Satan noise from hell to shut up. Gradually, the lump on the bed began to move, mumbles of death to all that were awake tumbling out from under the blankets. First an arm, then a leg, then the other leg, then a nice little shake of the ass and BAM! On the floor and blind. Okay not true, the blanket was covering her eyes. Well, at least she knew that she hasn't lost a sense randomly.

 

 

Woo-freaking-hoo.

 

 

Pale fingers reached up, pulling the very soft- but right now very evil- duvet from her head. Long black streaked silver hair toppled down her back in waves and… well rats nests. Damn the down sides of a perfectly comfy bed. Taking a deliberately slow amount of time, she stood, making her way to the adjoining bathroom. Turning on the hot water, she let it heat a minute before stepping inside the steamy glass shower. Burning liquid hit her cool skin with a hiss, causing a moan to leave her lips. Quickly gathering her favorite cucumber melon 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, she lathered up. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment of peace before washing out the hair product and stepping out of the water. A black towel greeted her and she almost smiled, wrapping herself up in the fuzzy goodness. Heading back into her room, she narrowly avoided a stubbed toe and glanced at her open closet. Since when did she sleep with an open closet? There were creepy little boys who made cat noises in there! Okay not really…that was two streets over. But the little boy could be mad at her for stealing all his cat food and giving it to Buyo so he could've decided to follow her back here and decide to live in her closet now! A new black sailor outfit caught her eye, sitting on one of the tallest box podiums in her closet. …Or maybe it was the first day of school and she kept her closet open so she wouldn't forget. She glared at the outfit. `Burn you pitiful excuse for a school appropriate lengthed skirt!' Sadly, the skirt did not obey. Her eye brow twitched. Was it mocking her?! Sighing lightly at the mini voices in her head telling her to burn the skirt and make it suffer, she quickly put on some underwear and then the horrid thing, looking at herself in a full body mirror.

 

 

She. Fucking. Hated. Skirts!

 

 

All in all, she should be used to it right? She has had to wear skirts this short since she was in middle school. Then why did it still bug her? She turned to the side to see the skirt settle two inches higher than normal because of her rear. She glared at it. `How the hell can I work out more than an Olympic gymnast and still have the curves of a 20,000 whore? Damn my sexy body!' She giggled lightly, putting on a pair of black skin tight shorts that ended right above her knee to go underneath. Grabbing a set of black and neon blue arm warmers, she placed them on and exchanged the black tie around her neck for a bright blue one. Looking herself up and down, she could almost nod in approval. The school uniform she was given looked almost identical to her old one, minus the color and accessories she just added. A white pullover sailor top with a black thigh length skirt and white almost knee high socks with a black line around the tops and her most favorite boring black loafers! …She needed to lay off the sarcasm. Applying a miniscule amount of black eyeliner and lip gloss, she quickly grabbed her charm bracelet and walked out her room and down the hall to the kitchen.

 

 

“Good morning mother.” Silence greeted her as she sighed, picking up an untoasted bagel. She had moved out around two months ago after finding out that she was kicked out of her old school. A great welcome home present, no? She sighed, her thoughts instantly turning sour at the thought of where exactly she came home from. Her mother couldn't come with her since she had to stay and care for the shrine with her grandfather. And Souta DEFIANTLY couldn't come; she would never be cruel enough to ask him to leave all his friends and come with her. Well…it wasn't as if she was that far away. She could easily catch a bus back to the shrine. It didn't mean she didn't miss living there. But after all that has happened…will all the memories that places in the shrine brought up… Her thoughts turned sour once more and she instantly squashed any train of thought. Wasn't there something she had to be doing right about now? Her blue eyes searched, instantly finding the red numerals on her hanging clock.

 

 

Tick.

 

 

Tock.

 

 

Tick.

 

 

Tock.

 

 

…

 

 

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! I'M LAAAAAAAAAATE!!” Bolting out the door with a speed no human possessed, she ran, trying desperately to reach the school she was supposed to have a meeting with the principal at 45 minutes ago.

Back in the house, an innocent little wall hanging clock fell to the floor, the digits still blinking a sad 11:45 am…

 

 

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A teenaged boy sighed for the umpteenth in the last five minutes, ticking off his two friends and everyone sitting around him to no end. The teacher in the front of the class droned on and on about the history of life, writing useless blabber on the board. Or at least, that's what it was to the boy. When in fact, it would actually be on the midterm, which the boy blissfully knew nothing about. Everyone else however was either trying to copy down the “useless blabber” or was trying to sleep. Of which both groups could not do with the repetitive sighing of the boy. His shoulders sagged and a giant intake of air was taken -the obvious sign of yet another sigh- but a hand slapped over his mouth quickly, stopping any further noises. A face was close to his, red hair and a few inches being the only thing that separated them.

 

 

“Yusuke, if you continue to make those infuriating noises, I will be forced to take immediate action. And trust me; you will not be able to make any noises when I'm done.” The boy, Yusuke, gulped, nodding quickly at the amount of killer intent the boy was emitting towards him. Green eyes bore into him before the red head nodded and slipped back into his chair.

 

 

“S'ry Kurama.” An exasperated sigh left him quietly as he cursed the school for not having an upper level history class. Not that he didn't like being with Yusuke, but… he glanced at the sleeping mass in the seat in front of him; more formally known as Kuwabara. He shook his head at his friend, both annoyance and amusement bubbling inside of him. The door to the classroom opened abruptly, startling the poor teacher. A disembodied arm beckoned him out of the class, confusing the students. As soon as the audible `click' sounded, teens began talking rapidly and loudly to their friends. You could almost SEE the rumors starting. Kurama blinked, looking over at Yusuke, who in turn was looking at him as if expecting him to know what was going on.

 

 

`Not that we aren't flattered by the thought of course.” Kurama sighed at the voice, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

 

 

`You're always flattered Youko.' The fox in question simply grinned. The doorknob turned slightly, causing the class to fall into silence. The teacher was smiling. There were no tentacles sprouting out of his body, his clothes were still in tact which meant that he didn't just have a little lovin' out in the hallway (thank you disgusting teacher gossipers), and his skin was not peeling off his bones. Sorry rumor lovers, none of them were true and or couldn't be started.

 

 

“Well class, this is just a special day! I would like to welcome a new student to our class and I expect you to be nice and welcome them with open arms.” The class sat up straighter, leaning this way and that to try and get a glimpse of the mystery student through the cracked door. The teacher saw this and did a creepy chuckle. Very creepy. Like Freddie Kruger creepy! Turning to the door, the creepy chuckle of doom died down.

 

 

“You may come in now!” The door opened wider, allowing the person to walk in. Gasps filled the room as she walked in, her hips swaying, head down allowing her hair to cover her face. Pausing beside the teacher, she turned to face the class, only then looking up, startling everyone. Even Kurama gasped in shock! And Yusuke…well he panted with need; eyeing her curvy body hungrily. Shocking blue eyes gazed around the room -boredly- but smiled happily. Yusuke kicked the back of his slumbering friend's chair, startling the poor boy. Tiredly, he looked up and gazed around, his eyes falling upon the woman.

 

 

“Kaggy-chan?”

 

 

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Me: End of chappie one! Watcha think So-kun?

 

Soku: tis short

 

Me: You're bitter this story! Aren't you ever satisfied?

 

Soku: Only when a girl strokes my—

 

Me: SOKU!

 

Soku: ego…

 

Me: O//////O please read and review. I'll try to have chapter 3 cranked out by the time I go back to school Monday. That is…if I get reviews! And…my fanfic ADHD doesn't kick in… NARUTO FANFIC TIME!!

 

Soku: don't hold her to that Monday thing…