InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient Things ❯ AT Ch 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sutashii 
A trip down the stairs takes on a whole new meaning, and a little cold water never really hurt any one.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2004 | Updated On: 08.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
A trip down the stairs takes on a whole new meaning, and a little cold water never really hurt any one.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2004 | Updated On: 08.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
“God Higurashi don’t you ever take a bath?” The girls voice was amused and cruel at the same time. Giggles accompanied the statement and when there was no response from the questioned another snide comment was made. “I thought not. Poor Kagome, no one would ever have known you were a girl if not for your uniform.” She snorted and looked her prey over, “and even then it’d take weeks to get the muck off. How can you stand yourself?” She laughed “Never mind I don’t want to know.” Short black stylish hair cropped a, when void of make up rather plain face. But no, Yura Hairma was not’t that kind of girl. Decked on her face was pricey makeup that could pay twelve people to eat the lobster and crab at red lobster with still room for desert.
Yura Hairma was never the nicest of girls. And she tended to like showing off her ‘superior’ glamor to some of the more unfortunate. Her family owned a company something akin to Paul Mitchell in Japan, and with all that money coming in she could afford to primp and pamper her self till kingdom come. All that family money seemed to go to her and a good amount of others head as she was given a large amount of leeway within the school and had armored herself with a lot of little prissy girls wanting to get a taste of the high life. Yura was known to throw around some of the highly sought and alarmingly priced shampoos and hair products to her group of friends.
Kagome flushed a deep color and automatically hung her head. Ebony hair flowed past her shoulders to hide the burning of her cheeks. Damn her! Her mind countered the embarrassment and she tried to school her expression. So she had spent the weekend at her mothers dig just out of Urawa and had worn her only relatively clean uniform there and gotten it a bit dirty before her mother made her take it off. It really wasn’t her fault she had indeed forgotten to clean her two spares, well maybe that was her fault. But so friggan what! Kagome bared her teeth and gripped her bookcase tighter. Turning to leave she noticed that Yura had forgotten about her to go back to her own world. Lovely, tease me cause I have some dirt stains on my stupid skirt and leave me pissed off. She sighed easing her tender fingers from around the handle of her bag.
She was very happy that Yura wan’t in her next class but that happiness didn’t last very long. When she realized just who was in her English language class next. The dreaded, evil, stupid, moron who made her life more of a living hell it already was. So what she had kissed him in elementary school! She had been a mixed up little lecher back then and kissed as many boys she could till her mother had, had a small talk with her six-year-old daughter.
Making it to class on time wan’t the hard part, it was making it in two seconds before the teacher came in to quiet every one down so He couldn’t talk to her. No, Kagome definitely did not like Kouga Wolfe, the overbearing idiot that thought that every pretty girl he saw should be his. And lucky Kagome when she cleaned up she was very pretty. Rare gray eyes that sparkled, raven hair that had a stylish wave to it, though her mother wouldn’t let her cut it shorter than her shoulders she secretly liked it long. She just loved giving her mother a hard time over it. And her figure was coming along nicely. That is if any one would notice it. Usually her clothes were a bit haggard from her lifestyle. The big thing about Kagome was she loved to get down and dirty. Always had, if any one asked ‘Where’s Kagome,’ when she was a child the only answer would be outside, up a tree, in a huge whole… stuck down the well for nearly eight hours (that one was added after a bit of a mishap with the damned cat two weeks before.) Her grandfather owned a shrine on the outskirts of Tokyo. Nearly three years before right after her husbands death Haruma Higurashi took her two children and moved in with her husband’s father. They’d been there ever since.
Kagome sighed. She was still stalling. Glancing at the clock, two minutes, two more minutes of hiding around the corner of the staircase. She craned her neck around the corner and risked a glance around. Unbeknownst to her a shadow crossed behind her climbing the stairs quietly. Slipping up behind the unknowing girl a hand slid forward stealthily a palm curved, hand soft and clean reached and gripped.
Eyes widening a fraction of a second before she swung her book back around slamming it in to the side of the person who just grouped her. She eeped, trying to stifle the scream. And turned just in time to see black and purple slam down to the turn in the stairs. “Miroku! You stupid lecherous idiot!”
Kagome glanced around and then stomped down to the black purple-outfitted boy. “Stupid lecher!” She stood in front of him hands on her hips as he lay sprawled on the ground. With a groan the boy looked up at his friend of three years.
“I can see up your skirt.” A slap rang through the hallways but was cut off by the sound of the bell.
Ten minutes later, Kagome hadn’t had to wait for the teacher so as to save her from Kouga all hour. She did it herself. She huffed and shifted her weight, the bucket of water sloshing unsteadily below her hands. And Kagome glared at her partner in tardiness. “I hate you.” She said sullenly.
“And I love you.” The boy responded sing songy, blowing a tuff of hair that escaped his hair tie out of his face.
She raised her eyebrow at him. “What’s with the outfit? Purple’s not the color of your uniform.”
“Obviously.” He got a glare for that and winced. “I decided to change my ways and dedicate my life to the way of the monk these are my colors.” He said proudly.
“You didn’t wash your close did you?” Dry tone. The boy sighed and nodded then swept a glance at her. She sighed and raised her eyebrows either. “I was at the dig near Urawa this weekend. I kinda forgot to pack much. and yeah I forgot to wash my uniform too. So shut up and leave me alone.” She said grumpily.
“What’s got you pissed today?” Miroku could read her well but when she was radiating waves that said ‘I’m pissed with the world so go fuck your self’ it kinda got him on edge too. Kagome was one of his best friends, and his only girl friend. Not in the sense of dating. And girls tended to stay clear of him unless he was dating them. But he would never date Kagome. Miroku valued their friendship way too much. He may slip a rouge hand on her but it was all in jest with her. She liked him for him and they were good friends. Something Miroku treasured, being raised moving from place to place he never could make friends. Both of them had moved here at about the same time and they had made friends easily after realizing that they were both new. She somewhat got over his roaming hands and he got used to her rustic side.
Kagome had been raised in dig sites with her mother and father. Coddled and loved by a bunch of ragged sun burnt people who adored ancient things and digging and looking for them. And he was always reminded of that when he looked at her. She always had this glint in her eye. A curiosity about life and history that glinted and shined within her.
“Nothing Miroku.” He gave her a look and then stood up straighter when the teacher poked his head out. Glaring at both the students in the hallway.
“Quiet out here or you both will be cleaning the class room for a week!” He then shut the door and went back into the classroom. Kagome’s face burned.
They both sighed and glared down. “What are you doing tonight?” Miroku whispered as he tilted his back and cracked it a little.
“Homework,” she shrugged. “Other than that.” She shook her head to show nothing.
“Wanna do laundry together?” Kagome smiled at him.
“Sure, but if you don’t keep your lecherous hands to your self I’m going to kill you Monk!”
He looked startled for a minute and then smiled. “Sure, Well Monger!”
“I hate you.”
“No you love me!”
SPLASH
Yura Hairma was never the nicest of girls. And she tended to like showing off her ‘superior’ glamor to some of the more unfortunate. Her family owned a company something akin to Paul Mitchell in Japan, and with all that money coming in she could afford to primp and pamper her self till kingdom come. All that family money seemed to go to her and a good amount of others head as she was given a large amount of leeway within the school and had armored herself with a lot of little prissy girls wanting to get a taste of the high life. Yura was known to throw around some of the highly sought and alarmingly priced shampoos and hair products to her group of friends.
Kagome flushed a deep color and automatically hung her head. Ebony hair flowed past her shoulders to hide the burning of her cheeks. Damn her! Her mind countered the embarrassment and she tried to school her expression. So she had spent the weekend at her mothers dig just out of Urawa and had worn her only relatively clean uniform there and gotten it a bit dirty before her mother made her take it off. It really wasn’t her fault she had indeed forgotten to clean her two spares, well maybe that was her fault. But so friggan what! Kagome bared her teeth and gripped her bookcase tighter. Turning to leave she noticed that Yura had forgotten about her to go back to her own world. Lovely, tease me cause I have some dirt stains on my stupid skirt and leave me pissed off. She sighed easing her tender fingers from around the handle of her bag.
She was very happy that Yura wan’t in her next class but that happiness didn’t last very long. When she realized just who was in her English language class next. The dreaded, evil, stupid, moron who made her life more of a living hell it already was. So what she had kissed him in elementary school! She had been a mixed up little lecher back then and kissed as many boys she could till her mother had, had a small talk with her six-year-old daughter.
Making it to class on time wan’t the hard part, it was making it in two seconds before the teacher came in to quiet every one down so He couldn’t talk to her. No, Kagome definitely did not like Kouga Wolfe, the overbearing idiot that thought that every pretty girl he saw should be his. And lucky Kagome when she cleaned up she was very pretty. Rare gray eyes that sparkled, raven hair that had a stylish wave to it, though her mother wouldn’t let her cut it shorter than her shoulders she secretly liked it long. She just loved giving her mother a hard time over it. And her figure was coming along nicely. That is if any one would notice it. Usually her clothes were a bit haggard from her lifestyle. The big thing about Kagome was she loved to get down and dirty. Always had, if any one asked ‘Where’s Kagome,’ when she was a child the only answer would be outside, up a tree, in a huge whole… stuck down the well for nearly eight hours (that one was added after a bit of a mishap with the damned cat two weeks before.) Her grandfather owned a shrine on the outskirts of Tokyo. Nearly three years before right after her husbands death Haruma Higurashi took her two children and moved in with her husband’s father. They’d been there ever since.
Kagome sighed. She was still stalling. Glancing at the clock, two minutes, two more minutes of hiding around the corner of the staircase. She craned her neck around the corner and risked a glance around. Unbeknownst to her a shadow crossed behind her climbing the stairs quietly. Slipping up behind the unknowing girl a hand slid forward stealthily a palm curved, hand soft and clean reached and gripped.
Eyes widening a fraction of a second before she swung her book back around slamming it in to the side of the person who just grouped her. She eeped, trying to stifle the scream. And turned just in time to see black and purple slam down to the turn in the stairs. “Miroku! You stupid lecherous idiot!”
Kagome glanced around and then stomped down to the black purple-outfitted boy. “Stupid lecher!” She stood in front of him hands on her hips as he lay sprawled on the ground. With a groan the boy looked up at his friend of three years.
“I can see up your skirt.” A slap rang through the hallways but was cut off by the sound of the bell.
Ten minutes later, Kagome hadn’t had to wait for the teacher so as to save her from Kouga all hour. She did it herself. She huffed and shifted her weight, the bucket of water sloshing unsteadily below her hands. And Kagome glared at her partner in tardiness. “I hate you.” She said sullenly.
“And I love you.” The boy responded sing songy, blowing a tuff of hair that escaped his hair tie out of his face.
She raised her eyebrow at him. “What’s with the outfit? Purple’s not the color of your uniform.”
“Obviously.” He got a glare for that and winced. “I decided to change my ways and dedicate my life to the way of the monk these are my colors.” He said proudly.
“You didn’t wash your close did you?” Dry tone. The boy sighed and nodded then swept a glance at her. She sighed and raised her eyebrows either. “I was at the dig near Urawa this weekend. I kinda forgot to pack much. and yeah I forgot to wash my uniform too. So shut up and leave me alone.” She said grumpily.
“What’s got you pissed today?” Miroku could read her well but when she was radiating waves that said ‘I’m pissed with the world so go fuck your self’ it kinda got him on edge too. Kagome was one of his best friends, and his only girl friend. Not in the sense of dating. And girls tended to stay clear of him unless he was dating them. But he would never date Kagome. Miroku valued their friendship way too much. He may slip a rouge hand on her but it was all in jest with her. She liked him for him and they were good friends. Something Miroku treasured, being raised moving from place to place he never could make friends. Both of them had moved here at about the same time and they had made friends easily after realizing that they were both new. She somewhat got over his roaming hands and he got used to her rustic side.
Kagome had been raised in dig sites with her mother and father. Coddled and loved by a bunch of ragged sun burnt people who adored ancient things and digging and looking for them. And he was always reminded of that when he looked at her. She always had this glint in her eye. A curiosity about life and history that glinted and shined within her.
“Nothing Miroku.” He gave her a look and then stood up straighter when the teacher poked his head out. Glaring at both the students in the hallway.
“Quiet out here or you both will be cleaning the class room for a week!” He then shut the door and went back into the classroom. Kagome’s face burned.
They both sighed and glared down. “What are you doing tonight?” Miroku whispered as he tilted his back and cracked it a little.
“Homework,” she shrugged. “Other than that.” She shook her head to show nothing.
“Wanna do laundry together?” Kagome smiled at him.
“Sure, but if you don’t keep your lecherous hands to your self I’m going to kill you Monk!”
He looked startled for a minute and then smiled. “Sure, Well Monger!”
“I hate you.”
“No you love me!”
SPLASH