InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dressing the part ❯ Panic attacks ( Chapter 2 )

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Dressing the Part

Chapter Two

`Was I crazy? How could I have possibly thought I could do this?' These were only some of the thoughts going through the mind of young Kagome Higurashi. She had declared to her mother how she would save her brother from the boys at her school just a few nights before.

It was not until all the preparations had been made that she truly discovered how difficult this task was to pull off. When talking to her mother, she thought simply how males of all ages adored her and succumbed to her when she was Miko. Now that she really thought about it, she wouldn't be Miko. She would be Kagome, the newest junior male at Takahashi.

Also, she had never really interacted with guys her own age since she was thirteen. With the exception of Souta, because he doesn't really count, she had never really talked to guys her own age, but within the next few hours she would not only be talking, but learning in close proximity to guys, eating in close proximity to guys, showering in close... showering?! Oh GOD!!! She hadn't even thought about that part. She was even sharing a room with some guy.

She briefly grumbled to herself. The school had said even though Souta's old roommate had left, she couldn't be his new one. Apparently his old roommate, Naraku... something or other, (his last name really didn't matter only that he was evil incarnate) had been left school after being offered a job too good for a high school drop out by some rather shady characters.

The school had argued that Souta was a freshmen and needed to interact with boys his own age outside of his family.

Kagome scoffed at this because Kagome was a year younger than Souta's old room mate. At least this new boy would do Souta some good. But, that did leave one dilemma. Kagome would now have to inhabit the same living space as some gross, ill-mannered, perverted, teenage boy. Her usual optimism could not be seen in Kagome's chocolate eyes, but instead insecurity and panic.

The train had passed by some of the most beautiful scenery Kagome would never enjoy. She was gladly alone in the compartment. With her was a trunk filled with uniforms, chest bindings, some jeans, a few tee shirts, and a stash of beauty supplies in a trick bottom. Besides the trunk, there also was a backpack filled with pictures, nic-nacs, and toiletry items, such as a tooth brush, comb, shampoo, soap, etc. The last piece of luggage she had was a bat bag for all her baseball equipment.

That was another thing that worried her. She used to play softball. She was the best. How could she not be since her dad had been the best major league player Japan had seen in ten years...before he was lost to a car crash. Since the crash she hadn't played. It was like the joy it once gave her became sorrow with all the memories it brought. Playing without him felt like she was dishonoring her father.

Souta had an adverse reaction. It made him remember all the good times. The fact that he almost gave it up disturbed Kagome. She felt the train slowing down. When it stopped, she took a deep breath and left the compartment with her luggage. Part of the arrangements she and her mother had made involved changing her physical appearance. This included changing the quick, dainty way she moved to the more relaxed, deliberate movements she used after a workout at the gym. As Miko her hair had always been elaborate and had been lengthened by extensions down to her waist. As Kagome, it reached just below the tops of her shoulders.

She had heard about how unusually long the boys at Souta's (and now her) school wore their hair. She decided not to cut it, but she would wear it in a low ponytail. Her nails were always short, but she removed all of the nail polish from them. Despite all the changes she would make, she refused to stop shaving places that a girls should. Although quite stubborn to stay at least a little feminine, she would simply pass it off as a "good luck ritual" to perform at her best when playing baseball. It might work considering how many players were superstitious about preparing to play.

Mentally relieved that she would arrive on a Saturday, the first thing Kagome wanted to do at the school would be to get a schedule, become familiar with the school's layout, learn what the boys were like and surprise Souta. Their mother had sent a message to Souta concerning a family friend who would enroll at Takahashi shortly, but he had no idea who that person would be.

She gathered her things together and slowly made her way off the train along with the rest of the crowd. As she stepped out she had to shield her eyes and blink a few times. She looked around for the escort who was supposed to meet her. She set her eyes upon two figures running up and waving.

Stopping right in front of her, the first boy leaned over panting with hands on his knees. He had a pair of old jeans, a loose purple tee shirt hanging off of him, and a worn out pair of converse with untied shoelaces on his feet.

"Hi. gasp. My gasp name is gasp hold on a sec." He finally caught his breath after a few minutes and continued, "Hi. You must be Higurashi. I'm Miroku Houshi."

"Yeah, I'm Kagome Higurashi. It's nice to meet you," she said while placing her rolling trunk down to extend her hand.

Happy to not get a total loser, Miroku shook the waiting limb. "Oh, forgive me. This is Kouga Ookami." Miroku replied motioning to the other boy who had appeared not at all winded by the run that nearly caused Miroku to topple over.

"What's up?" replied the second boy, now known as Kouga.

"I was hoping you could tell me."

Kouga grinned. It wasn't until now that Kagome took in his wolfish features. He was wearing a tight white muscle tee and baggy jeans. What surprised her most was how long his black hair was. He had it in a high ponytail that went beyond where hers was to the bottom of his shoulder blades.

They gathered up Kagome's things and, after apologizing for being late, they made their way to the Takahashi gates a half-mile away.

Miroku decided he didn't like the quiet and wanted to learn more about the new Higurashi boy. "Well, you're the center of quite a lot of gossip, you know."

Kouga snorted. "Yeah. It's bugging the crap out of me."

"How did I get so popular without even setting foot in there yet."

"Kouga and I have been going to Takahashi forever and I don't ever remember having a mid-year, much less mid-semester, transfer."

"That's it? because I transferred mid-semester?"

"Yep." replied Kouga boredly.

Not liking the prospects of gaining unwanted attention, Kagome changed the subject. "So what can you guys tell me about my roommate?"

They walk a few more steps trying to remember who the new boy would room with. It was not until they reached the front door when both boys broke down in laughter.

"Uh, guys? What's so funny?"

Both boys turned and looked at her for a minute and continued laughing. Miroku was the first to recover. He straightened up and cleared his throat. "You must forgive us, but you don't know him the way we do."

"So..tell me about him."

Miroku smirked. "It may be best if you meet him for yourself. You may not believe us first off."

Now scared, Kagome was dreading meeting her roommate. This would not be good.