InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Engaging Enemies ❯ Chapter 1 Only the Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
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By: blueangel326 
First day of senior year in high school can be hectic, especially if you're Higurashi Kagome. Other than dealing with perverts and slutty whores, what else could possibly happen? Well, that's what Kagome's about to deal with.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2004 | Updated On: 02.28.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
First day of senior year in high school can be hectic, especially if you're Higurashi Kagome. Other than dealing with perverts and slutty whores, what else could possibly happen? Well, that's what Kagome's about to deal with.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2004 | Updated On: 02.28.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
and company belong to me. No one can stop me because I hold the entire world in the palm of my hand and control everything that happens. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ! Okay, don’t hurt me with that roach. Please don’t bring out the spiders. Screw what I just said. They belong to the almighty Rumiko Takahashi-sama. Not me, but it would be nice. AAAHHHH!!! Spiders! Not the WORM!
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So, here’s Chapter one of Engaging Enemies. Read and review, onegai!
Chapter 1 Only the Beginning
Kagome's POV
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…”
The beeping. Oh, the beeping… IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!!
I sit up, resisting the urge to take a steamroller or a bulldozer and smash my alarm clock to pieces, or at least throw it out the window.
Name: Higurashi, Kagome. My friends call me Kag.
Age: 17
Occupation: Assistant instructor for Sensei Kudo’s Jujitsu Dojo, still enrolled in school at Takeida High
Sex: Normal people would say Male, Female, or Yes, Please. I say no.
Hobbies: Hanging out with my friends; beating Kikyou to a bloody pulp; practicing my jujitsu skills; wanting to kill off the whore; controlling my miko powers; daydreaming of destroying Kikyou in the worst possible and most unmerciful way; singing and playing a little bit of electric guitar; hating and despising the dumb mutt that rivals me in every single way (ha, thought I was going to say Kikyou, didn’t ya?); did I forget to mention pummeling and blasting Kikyou with every single weapon known to mankind?
I yawn and stretch, trying to get the sleep out of me. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my clothes obscuring my body, and there’s a small trail of dry drool running across my cheek. I see this, but my mind doesn’t register it.
I then look at my alarm clock. The figures and symbols on it confuse me as the alarm continues to beep, me being too slow to interpret them and turn off the alarm. In fact, the only thing that was going through my mind was,
“..................................................slee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...................................................... ................................................nooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww w.......................................................................... ................................meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................... ....”
In other words, nothing but sleeping was on my mind. Usually, my mind is slow to start in the morning.
After a period of five seconds of staring at the clock, I finally realize...
“Oh, Kami! I’m late!” The dumb clock said that I had been ignoring its annoying bell for the past hour and a half.
After tripping over myself while trying to get out of bed, I rush to get a towel and head to the bathroom to take an immediate shower. I run to my room, clean and dry, and take out the outfit I had fortunately picked out the previous day thankfully because I didn’t have time to color coordinate. Throwing my hair into a high pony-tail so I could deal with it later, I grab my brown bag and run down the stairs. I burst through the kitchen door, glaring at my relatives.
“Why didn’t you wake me up this morning?”
Grandpa sips at his tea looking up slightly. “Oh, you’re still here, dear? I thought you left already after your mother went to wake you.”
“Oh, that’s right. Kagome, dear, I tried to wake you up earlier, but you mumbled something about ‘dogs’ and ‘explosives in the same canyon together’ and then said ‘Pie duel who date may, mm nausea,’ or something like that. You really shouldn’t talk in your sleep.”
I scoff at the two. Two? “Where’s Souta?”
“Oh, he left fifteen minutes ago. He said you were taking to long to wake and he was gong to be late.”
“The little brat. Look, I don’t have time for this. I’ll see you later! Love ya, bye!”
I slip into my tennis shoes and take a final look at myself. I’m wearing a black shirt with a cute, little white kitten with gray stripes on the front. Written below the kitten was Too cute... On the back is a larger version of the cat baring her fangs. Above and below her, it said To not kick butt. And then in small letters Especially yours. Matching the shirt is a knee-length, white denim skirt with a slit going up half-way in front of my right thigh. I have on white ankle socks and white tennis shoes with black strips on them. On my wrist and ankle are a bracelet that says KEEP OFF and an anklet that says DANGER: FEMME FATALE in small letters.
I grab my keys and bag and run outside to my green Ferrari. I start the car and drive down the hill to my school in midtown Tokyo.
Waking up late and almost missing school was not how I wanted to start my senior year of high school.
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“KAGOME!”
I look up from just parking my car and see Sango running towards me.
Sango’s been my best friend ever since we were little kids. I met her on my first day at jujitsu classes. She’s 5’9” while I’m 5' 8 1/2". She has long black hair and likes to keep it up in a high ponytail. She has a black porche with a pink H on the hood and a T on both sides of the car. She has a little brother named Kohaku, whom she trains with on weekends. See, her family has been renowned for being the best taijiya in the area. You know, slaying terrorizing demons and apparitions. The H on her car stands for Hiraikotsu, her powerful bone boomerang. She also practices a little bit with katanas and always carries a small kodachi wherever she goes, except for school of course. At school she keeps it in her car.
“Hey, Sango! Gomen ne, for being late.”
“I was wondering why I couldn’t find you.”
“Yeah. Woke up late. Anyway, where're Rin and Ayame?”
“Oh, Rin left to go find Sesshoumaru.”
“Sesshoumaru? I thought he already graduated last year.”
“Yeah, well it turns out he’s taking an internship in literature and one of the teachers here said they would take him for a trimester or two or three. Don’t remember.”
“Sesshoumaru? Taking literature? That’s as weird as Miroku acting like he’s gay.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Okay, maybe not as weird but…”
“No. I’m talking about Miroku being gay. That’s impossible.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That is impossible, but you get the point. What about Ayame?”
“She went chasing after some new hot student.”
“Typical. So, have you gotten your teachers and stuff?”
“No, I was waiting for you. Come on before we miss the first bell.” Sango grabs my hand and drags me off near to the administrator’s office. There is supposed to be a few tables where everyone is separated by their grade levels and then by last names, but instead all we see is a mob of pissed, stuck-up, and trampled-on teens. Somehow, we were able to push ourselves through the senior crowd and grab our schedules before being pushed and bumped back outside.
“Rude much?” I say glaring at everybody back in the building.
“Tell me about. What do you have first period today?”
Before I can even look at my classes, we hear a lot of yelping and screeching from some girls inside. Then, a guy comes out from the doors smiling perversingly and holding his chin with his forefinger and thumb. He has short, black hair and a small lock of hair kept in a pony-tail in the back. “Hmmm, a fine selection this year,” he says. I scoff disgustingly, and Sango gives him a dirty look. He looks up and sees us. He smiles all-too-sweetly.
“Kagome, Sango, what a pleasant surprise!”
“Womanizing again, Miroku? You should be ashamed of yourself,” I say as he tries to play coy.
“Whatever do you mean, Kagome-chan? What speak you of this womanizing?”
“Don’t play dumb, houshi-sama. You and your wandering hands.” Sango notices he’s getting kind of close and gets ready to stand her ground.
“Why, Sango, dear, I have told you and Kagome-chan here many a time before. I cannot help it if a demon has possessed my hand.”
“More like your other head,” I mumble under my breath.
“And I’ve told you time and time again, Houshi-sama, that I don’t believe that BS you’re always trying to say. So back off or else.”
Miroku doesn’t take heed the warning as he places his arms around our shoulders. “But how can I resist the two most beautiful girls in this school?”
I look at Sango, and she nods, acknowledging she knows what I’m thinking. I turn back to Miroku and smile sweetly at him.
“That’s so flattering and everything, but...”
“To thank you for your little compliment, Kagome and I want to give you something.” Miroku starts getting giddy. “Close your eyes.”
He complies, and Sango and I look at each other smiling deviously. “One...” I start off.
“Two...” Sango continues.
“THREE!” We say in unison. At the same time, we elbow him hard in the gut, throw him over our shoulders, and slam him down to the ground. There lay Miroku, the perverted, Buddhist monk, him and all of his disgrace, lying on the ground unconscious.
“Guess those jujitsu lessons really paid off,” I say, dusting my hands off.
“Yeah, even if we only get to use them on this pathetic life form, it was worth it. Anyway, where were we?”
“Schedules.”
“Right. Lessee… I have Mr. Yamafuda for World History first block. Second is Old World Literature with Ms. Hanasashi. Then is TRIG with Mr. Terakuda. Physic with Mr. Imafushi. Last is gym with Mrs. Miyayori.”
“Darn it! I only have LIT and gym with you. First is Physics with Mrs. Shironaka, History with Mr. Takeuchi, and TRIG with Mr. Aoshi. This is a royal pain.”
“Ah! If I’m not mistaken, you and Inuyasha have the exact same schedules.” I see Miroku mystically rise from his former position of playing possum. “Intriguing… very intriguing inde-AH!” Sango suddenly slams Miroku face down to the ground.
“You’re not helping the situation, houshi!” She stands upright again and gives me a concerned look. “Gomen ne. This is bad. If Inuyasha is in all of your classes, then that means annoyance and ignorance every single day.”
“Argh! No, this is not happening. Why doesn’t someone just stick a knife in my leg? I already see him more than I want to. I don’t need to see him in every friggin’ class. Okay, I can handle this. I can just pretend he does not exist and go on with my life. I’ll be fine. I just have to worry about if Houjou’s in at least one of my classes hopefully TRIG.”
“Why TRIG?”
“Because, he’s always been a big help with math, especially since I suck at it. Now…what’s wrong, Sango?” I see Sango’s eyes twitching and follow her eyes down to the ground.
“Kagome-chan that skirt is very befitting of you, especially the little slit. And you’re legs look very smooth, but your thighs are a little pale, mainly the back of them. Might I suggest I take you two lovely ladies to the beach for a little tanning? Of course, you will need to wear bikinis. Thongs would be even nicer…”
I realize while backing up that my back was to him, and, since he was lying on the ground close to me, Miroku had a nice view up my skirt. My face turns red as my head is about to explode, but I manage to calm back down.
“Thanks for the compliment, Miroku. Here.” I give him a hand, and he takes it. I imagine that Sango is confused and thinks I’ve lost my mind. “I’ll take you up on your offer. How about on the first Saturday…” He starts smiling as I pull him up. Perfect. “…of Armageddon or never! Whichever comes last.”
“Wha-?”
I catch him off guard as I fling him over my shoulder through the air. “Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself, you dumb hentai!” He flies about 40 meters away before he eats a face full of dirt for another ten meters. I see a crowd of freshmen and sophomores gathering around the dumb monk while the juniors and seniors shake their heads knowing who he is and feeling ashamed to. What catches my eye is a silver-haired senior that is laughing his head off seeing his best friend being thrown around like a rag doll.
I turn back to Sango, whom is ready to crack up, and smile. “Yet again, I thank the jujitsu lessons. Who said you gotta have demon blood or strength to throw someone far?”
Sango and I took up jujitsu for different reasons. I, for self-defense. Sango, Miroku. Really, the same reasons but who’s really paying attention.
“So, shall we go to our lockers?” I ask.
“We shall.”
We walk to both of our lockers, which are thankfully across the hall from each other, and place our locks on them after our notebooks and other stuff were in.
“So, when was the last time you talked to Houjou?”
“Last night. We stayed on the phone for hours talking about random stuff.”
“Really? Is that why you woke up late?”
“Probably. That and I’ve been working on a small story that won’t get out of my he- holy crap! I forgot to bring one of my notebooks. Look, I’ll meet you later in LIT.” I run back to my locker and retrieve my notebook. “Thank goodness,” I say relieving. I close my locker door with the lock in place.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”
I jump back surprised. “What the heck- Kikyou! What do you want?”
“Heard that you’re in all of Inuyasha’s classes.”
“Yeah…and?”
“Just wanted you to know. Don’t get any ideas about trying to steal my Inuyasha ‘cause I’m gonna be there to shoot your ass. In fact, don’t even think about wanting to be near him ‘cuz you’re gonna regret it.”
“One, who said anything about wanting to try to steal him away. Two, I would puke at the idea of even liking him. Three, everybody in the whole world knows that you two aren’t even dating so technically he’s not yours.” Her lackeys, Yura, Kagura, and Kagura’s sister, Kaguya, start looking menacing.
“Kagome!”
I turn around and see a girl with big, golden-brown eyes. She’s wearing a red, Chinese-style shirt with light blue flowers on it and baggy, white jeans. Part of her long, dark hair is put into a side pony-tail with a blue flower placed to the side. The rest is left flowing out.
“Rin?”
“What’s going on here?”
“Little K doing the w-play with D-A in again.”
“Oh. The W trying to take down on ya? Shall I keep the little K under with the one-two?”
“Sha’right. Nothing the trash can play. I can run the track.”
Translation for those of you who are confused and dumbfounded:
“The whore Kikyou is trying to mess with me about the mutt again.”
“Oh. She threatening you again? Want me to take care of her?”
“No, it’s okay. She can’t do anything to me. I got this.”
Kikyou and the other three just look at us, trying to figure out what we just said. After almost frying their tiny brains out, Kikyou starts walking pass me saying, “Whatever. You better watch yourself.”
They walk by when suddenly Rin starts snickering. I look quizzically at her, and she points back at Kikyou. I see what she’s talking about and start cracking up myself.
“Hey, Kikyou! You have told how to watch myself, and I know that I’ll never have to worry about it happening.”
“Yeah. And what’s that?”
“Well, I always thought that red or brown would look good with beige, but you’ve proved me wrong…” I can’t manage to say anything else as I use the lockers to support myself.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not wearing…” Kikyou looks down at her clothes, which consists of a blue tube top with too-tight, beige low-rise jeans.
“Kikyou! The back of your pants!” Yura exclaims as she notices what we’re talking about.
She turns around to see a big, red and brown spot on her almost white pants. “Damn it! Give me your jacket.” She snatches Kagura’s cotton jacket. “I’ll deal with you two later!” She marches off to another wing with a bathroom.
“Ugh! I’m doomed. Do me a favor and shoot me now, Rin.”
“Why? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re actually afraid of that slut?”
“No. Not only is Inuyasha in all of my classes but so is Kikyou.” I bang my head against the lockers.
“Oh, that’s terrible. I know, let’s go find Houjou! That ought to cheer you up.” Rin grabs my hand and pulls me off in search for Houjou.
Oh, no. Inuyasha and Kikyou are in all of her classes! Could Kagome have it any worse off? Well, never say that things can’t possibly get worse.
Did I forget to mention that there will be a lot of Kikyou bashing in this story? If I didn’t, sorry. The fact that she’s in this story when I absolutely, positively hate her guts, really does get on my nerves. But she has to be in there because she threatened me to tell this guy that I’ve been crushing on for about 2 years. And also she plays an important role between the two main characters. Not telling why, yet.
The whole thing with Kagome and Rin talking like retarded people was not to make them look like they needed help. The girls have their own language in which they speak just incase they have to speak to each other while someone unwanted is around. I could’ve made them speak pig-Latin, but then where’s the fun in that? So, I kind of mixed up random words for each little detail just because I was hyped up on sugar.
Okay, this was typed faster than I thought it was going to be, since I spent almost half the night typing and reading. Oh, and at the beginning when Kagome was talking to her mom and grandpa, that whole, “Pie duel who date may, mm nausea” I’ll tell you what she really said but her mom just misinterpreted. She said, ".......................................................................... .."
I’m not telling unless of course you can bribe me to. Hint, hint, minimum of 5 reviews and maybe I’ll post it up on the next chapter. Maybe.
Okay, I know that Houjou isn’t exactly the coolest guy in the world to be dating but Kagome had to have a boyfriend of some type and I couldn’t very well let Kouga be hers because that’s just wrong and besides, I have bigger plans for him, though he hasn’t been introduced much in this. If I made her date Naraku, I would kill myself for even saying she did. Miroku and Kagome, let’s think about this. Miroku likes to grope Sango’s ass and yet he’s still living and still continues to do it. So we have come to the conclusion that she likes to get groped by him but doesn’t admit it, so in other words, NO. Shippou, wait, wait, wait, in the series and manga, he looks up to Kagome like a mother. THAT WOULD BE SO WRONG, especially since MOTHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS, GRAVITY, AND PURITY OF THIS WORLD!!! Sesshoumaru, Sesshoumaru, ah, yes, Sesshoumaru-sama, Fluffy, Fluffy-sama –BELONGS TO RIN NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT; HE’S RIN’S!!! Kagome and any other girl in the story, let me just say, I AM GONNA CURSE YOU OUT, as soon as I finish puking. I was too lazy to create my own original character so it’s just Kagome and Houjou, for now. (laughs maniacally)
Well, gotta go read more of Torrent by –er, uh, I mean write some more of Lost Memories or Engaging Enemies. Whichever I feel like reading –uh, I mean typing. Heh Heh ^_^’ Review, please! (now, to get the sugar and torture Rumiko with hyperness) (what! I didn’t do nothin’. I was just kidding! Hehehehehe ^_^’)
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ! Okay, don’t hurt me with that roach. Please don’t bring out the spiders. Screw what I just said. They belong to the almighty Rumiko Takahashi-sama. Not me, but it would be nice. AAAHHHH!!! Spiders! Not the WORM!
People on MM.org. I am sooooooo sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with this system or if it’s just me but this dumb thing won’t update right. This will hopefully help. If it doesn’t update right, then I suggest you go to fanfiction(dot)net. That should help.
So, here’s Chapter one of Engaging Enemies. Read and review, onegai!
Chapter 1 Only the Beginning
Kagome's POV
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…”
The beeping. Oh, the beeping… IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!!
I sit up, resisting the urge to take a steamroller or a bulldozer and smash my alarm clock to pieces, or at least throw it out the window.
Name: Higurashi, Kagome. My friends call me Kag.
Age: 17
Occupation: Assistant instructor for Sensei Kudo’s Jujitsu Dojo, still enrolled in school at Takeida High
Sex: Normal people would say Male, Female, or Yes, Please. I say no.
Hobbies: Hanging out with my friends; beating Kikyou to a bloody pulp; practicing my jujitsu skills; wanting to kill off the whore; controlling my miko powers; daydreaming of destroying Kikyou in the worst possible and most unmerciful way; singing and playing a little bit of electric guitar; hating and despising the dumb mutt that rivals me in every single way (ha, thought I was going to say Kikyou, didn’t ya?); did I forget to mention pummeling and blasting Kikyou with every single weapon known to mankind?
I yawn and stretch, trying to get the sleep out of me. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my clothes obscuring my body, and there’s a small trail of dry drool running across my cheek. I see this, but my mind doesn’t register it.
I then look at my alarm clock. The figures and symbols on it confuse me as the alarm continues to beep, me being too slow to interpret them and turn off the alarm. In fact, the only thing that was going through my mind was,
“..................................................slee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...................................................... ................................................nooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww w.......................................................................... ................................meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................... ....”
In other words, nothing but sleeping was on my mind. Usually, my mind is slow to start in the morning.
After a period of five seconds of staring at the clock, I finally realize...
“Oh, Kami! I’m late!” The dumb clock said that I had been ignoring its annoying bell for the past hour and a half.
After tripping over myself while trying to get out of bed, I rush to get a towel and head to the bathroom to take an immediate shower. I run to my room, clean and dry, and take out the outfit I had fortunately picked out the previous day thankfully because I didn’t have time to color coordinate. Throwing my hair into a high pony-tail so I could deal with it later, I grab my brown bag and run down the stairs. I burst through the kitchen door, glaring at my relatives.
“Why didn’t you wake me up this morning?”
Grandpa sips at his tea looking up slightly. “Oh, you’re still here, dear? I thought you left already after your mother went to wake you.”
“Oh, that’s right. Kagome, dear, I tried to wake you up earlier, but you mumbled something about ‘dogs’ and ‘explosives in the same canyon together’ and then said ‘Pie duel who date may, mm nausea,’ or something like that. You really shouldn’t talk in your sleep.”
I scoff at the two. Two? “Where’s Souta?”
“Oh, he left fifteen minutes ago. He said you were taking to long to wake and he was gong to be late.”
“The little brat. Look, I don’t have time for this. I’ll see you later! Love ya, bye!”
I slip into my tennis shoes and take a final look at myself. I’m wearing a black shirt with a cute, little white kitten with gray stripes on the front. Written below the kitten was Too cute... On the back is a larger version of the cat baring her fangs. Above and below her, it said To not kick butt. And then in small letters Especially yours. Matching the shirt is a knee-length, white denim skirt with a slit going up half-way in front of my right thigh. I have on white ankle socks and white tennis shoes with black strips on them. On my wrist and ankle are a bracelet that says KEEP OFF and an anklet that says DANGER: FEMME FATALE in small letters.
I grab my keys and bag and run outside to my green Ferrari. I start the car and drive down the hill to my school in midtown Tokyo.
Waking up late and almost missing school was not how I wanted to start my senior year of high school.
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“KAGOME!”
I look up from just parking my car and see Sango running towards me.
Sango’s been my best friend ever since we were little kids. I met her on my first day at jujitsu classes. She’s 5’9” while I’m 5' 8 1/2". She has long black hair and likes to keep it up in a high ponytail. She has a black porche with a pink H on the hood and a T on both sides of the car. She has a little brother named Kohaku, whom she trains with on weekends. See, her family has been renowned for being the best taijiya in the area. You know, slaying terrorizing demons and apparitions. The H on her car stands for Hiraikotsu, her powerful bone boomerang. She also practices a little bit with katanas and always carries a small kodachi wherever she goes, except for school of course. At school she keeps it in her car.
“Hey, Sango! Gomen ne, for being late.”
“I was wondering why I couldn’t find you.”
“Yeah. Woke up late. Anyway, where're Rin and Ayame?”
“Oh, Rin left to go find Sesshoumaru.”
“Sesshoumaru? I thought he already graduated last year.”
“Yeah, well it turns out he’s taking an internship in literature and one of the teachers here said they would take him for a trimester or two or three. Don’t remember.”
“Sesshoumaru? Taking literature? That’s as weird as Miroku acting like he’s gay.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Okay, maybe not as weird but…”
“No. I’m talking about Miroku being gay. That’s impossible.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That is impossible, but you get the point. What about Ayame?”
“She went chasing after some new hot student.”
“Typical. So, have you gotten your teachers and stuff?”
“No, I was waiting for you. Come on before we miss the first bell.” Sango grabs my hand and drags me off near to the administrator’s office. There is supposed to be a few tables where everyone is separated by their grade levels and then by last names, but instead all we see is a mob of pissed, stuck-up, and trampled-on teens. Somehow, we were able to push ourselves through the senior crowd and grab our schedules before being pushed and bumped back outside.
“Rude much?” I say glaring at everybody back in the building.
“Tell me about. What do you have first period today?”
Before I can even look at my classes, we hear a lot of yelping and screeching from some girls inside. Then, a guy comes out from the doors smiling perversingly and holding his chin with his forefinger and thumb. He has short, black hair and a small lock of hair kept in a pony-tail in the back. “Hmmm, a fine selection this year,” he says. I scoff disgustingly, and Sango gives him a dirty look. He looks up and sees us. He smiles all-too-sweetly.
“Kagome, Sango, what a pleasant surprise!”
“Womanizing again, Miroku? You should be ashamed of yourself,” I say as he tries to play coy.
“Whatever do you mean, Kagome-chan? What speak you of this womanizing?”
“Don’t play dumb, houshi-sama. You and your wandering hands.” Sango notices he’s getting kind of close and gets ready to stand her ground.
“Why, Sango, dear, I have told you and Kagome-chan here many a time before. I cannot help it if a demon has possessed my hand.”
“More like your other head,” I mumble under my breath.
“And I’ve told you time and time again, Houshi-sama, that I don’t believe that BS you’re always trying to say. So back off or else.”
Miroku doesn’t take heed the warning as he places his arms around our shoulders. “But how can I resist the two most beautiful girls in this school?”
I look at Sango, and she nods, acknowledging she knows what I’m thinking. I turn back to Miroku and smile sweetly at him.
“That’s so flattering and everything, but...”
“To thank you for your little compliment, Kagome and I want to give you something.” Miroku starts getting giddy. “Close your eyes.”
He complies, and Sango and I look at each other smiling deviously. “One...” I start off.
“Two...” Sango continues.
“THREE!” We say in unison. At the same time, we elbow him hard in the gut, throw him over our shoulders, and slam him down to the ground. There lay Miroku, the perverted, Buddhist monk, him and all of his disgrace, lying on the ground unconscious.
“Guess those jujitsu lessons really paid off,” I say, dusting my hands off.
“Yeah, even if we only get to use them on this pathetic life form, it was worth it. Anyway, where were we?”
“Schedules.”
“Right. Lessee… I have Mr. Yamafuda for World History first block. Second is Old World Literature with Ms. Hanasashi. Then is TRIG with Mr. Terakuda. Physic with Mr. Imafushi. Last is gym with Mrs. Miyayori.”
“Darn it! I only have LIT and gym with you. First is Physics with Mrs. Shironaka, History with Mr. Takeuchi, and TRIG with Mr. Aoshi. This is a royal pain.”
“Ah! If I’m not mistaken, you and Inuyasha have the exact same schedules.” I see Miroku mystically rise from his former position of playing possum. “Intriguing… very intriguing inde-AH!” Sango suddenly slams Miroku face down to the ground.
“You’re not helping the situation, houshi!” She stands upright again and gives me a concerned look. “Gomen ne. This is bad. If Inuyasha is in all of your classes, then that means annoyance and ignorance every single day.”
“Argh! No, this is not happening. Why doesn’t someone just stick a knife in my leg? I already see him more than I want to. I don’t need to see him in every friggin’ class. Okay, I can handle this. I can just pretend he does not exist and go on with my life. I’ll be fine. I just have to worry about if Houjou’s in at least one of my classes hopefully TRIG.”
“Why TRIG?”
“Because, he’s always been a big help with math, especially since I suck at it. Now…what’s wrong, Sango?” I see Sango’s eyes twitching and follow her eyes down to the ground.
“Kagome-chan that skirt is very befitting of you, especially the little slit. And you’re legs look very smooth, but your thighs are a little pale, mainly the back of them. Might I suggest I take you two lovely ladies to the beach for a little tanning? Of course, you will need to wear bikinis. Thongs would be even nicer…”
I realize while backing up that my back was to him, and, since he was lying on the ground close to me, Miroku had a nice view up my skirt. My face turns red as my head is about to explode, but I manage to calm back down.
“Thanks for the compliment, Miroku. Here.” I give him a hand, and he takes it. I imagine that Sango is confused and thinks I’ve lost my mind. “I’ll take you up on your offer. How about on the first Saturday…” He starts smiling as I pull him up. Perfect. “…of Armageddon or never! Whichever comes last.”
“Wha-?”
I catch him off guard as I fling him over my shoulder through the air. “Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself, you dumb hentai!” He flies about 40 meters away before he eats a face full of dirt for another ten meters. I see a crowd of freshmen and sophomores gathering around the dumb monk while the juniors and seniors shake their heads knowing who he is and feeling ashamed to. What catches my eye is a silver-haired senior that is laughing his head off seeing his best friend being thrown around like a rag doll.
I turn back to Sango, whom is ready to crack up, and smile. “Yet again, I thank the jujitsu lessons. Who said you gotta have demon blood or strength to throw someone far?”
Sango and I took up jujitsu for different reasons. I, for self-defense. Sango, Miroku. Really, the same reasons but who’s really paying attention.
“So, shall we go to our lockers?” I ask.
“We shall.”
We walk to both of our lockers, which are thankfully across the hall from each other, and place our locks on them after our notebooks and other stuff were in.
“So, when was the last time you talked to Houjou?”
“Last night. We stayed on the phone for hours talking about random stuff.”
“Really? Is that why you woke up late?”
“Probably. That and I’ve been working on a small story that won’t get out of my he- holy crap! I forgot to bring one of my notebooks. Look, I’ll meet you later in LIT.” I run back to my locker and retrieve my notebook. “Thank goodness,” I say relieving. I close my locker door with the lock in place.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”
I jump back surprised. “What the heck- Kikyou! What do you want?”
“Heard that you’re in all of Inuyasha’s classes.”
“Yeah…and?”
“Just wanted you to know. Don’t get any ideas about trying to steal my Inuyasha ‘cause I’m gonna be there to shoot your ass. In fact, don’t even think about wanting to be near him ‘cuz you’re gonna regret it.”
“One, who said anything about wanting to try to steal him away. Two, I would puke at the idea of even liking him. Three, everybody in the whole world knows that you two aren’t even dating so technically he’s not yours.” Her lackeys, Yura, Kagura, and Kagura’s sister, Kaguya, start looking menacing.
“Kagome!”
I turn around and see a girl with big, golden-brown eyes. She’s wearing a red, Chinese-style shirt with light blue flowers on it and baggy, white jeans. Part of her long, dark hair is put into a side pony-tail with a blue flower placed to the side. The rest is left flowing out.
“Rin?”
“What’s going on here?”
“Little K doing the w-play with D-A in again.”
“Oh. The W trying to take down on ya? Shall I keep the little K under with the one-two?”
“Sha’right. Nothing the trash can play. I can run the track.”
Translation for those of you who are confused and dumbfounded:
“The whore Kikyou is trying to mess with me about the mutt again.”
“Oh. She threatening you again? Want me to take care of her?”
“No, it’s okay. She can’t do anything to me. I got this.”
Kikyou and the other three just look at us, trying to figure out what we just said. After almost frying their tiny brains out, Kikyou starts walking pass me saying, “Whatever. You better watch yourself.”
They walk by when suddenly Rin starts snickering. I look quizzically at her, and she points back at Kikyou. I see what she’s talking about and start cracking up myself.
“Hey, Kikyou! You have told how to watch myself, and I know that I’ll never have to worry about it happening.”
“Yeah. And what’s that?”
“Well, I always thought that red or brown would look good with beige, but you’ve proved me wrong…” I can’t manage to say anything else as I use the lockers to support myself.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not wearing…” Kikyou looks down at her clothes, which consists of a blue tube top with too-tight, beige low-rise jeans.
“Kikyou! The back of your pants!” Yura exclaims as she notices what we’re talking about.
She turns around to see a big, red and brown spot on her almost white pants. “Damn it! Give me your jacket.” She snatches Kagura’s cotton jacket. “I’ll deal with you two later!” She marches off to another wing with a bathroom.
“Ugh! I’m doomed. Do me a favor and shoot me now, Rin.”
“Why? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re actually afraid of that slut?”
“No. Not only is Inuyasha in all of my classes but so is Kikyou.” I bang my head against the lockers.
“Oh, that’s terrible. I know, let’s go find Houjou! That ought to cheer you up.” Rin grabs my hand and pulls me off in search for Houjou.
Oh, no. Inuyasha and Kikyou are in all of her classes! Could Kagome have it any worse off? Well, never say that things can’t possibly get worse.
Did I forget to mention that there will be a lot of Kikyou bashing in this story? If I didn’t, sorry. The fact that she’s in this story when I absolutely, positively hate her guts, really does get on my nerves. But she has to be in there because she threatened me to tell this guy that I’ve been crushing on for about 2 years. And also she plays an important role between the two main characters. Not telling why, yet.
The whole thing with Kagome and Rin talking like retarded people was not to make them look like they needed help. The girls have their own language in which they speak just incase they have to speak to each other while someone unwanted is around. I could’ve made them speak pig-Latin, but then where’s the fun in that? So, I kind of mixed up random words for each little detail just because I was hyped up on sugar.
Okay, this was typed faster than I thought it was going to be, since I spent almost half the night typing and reading. Oh, and at the beginning when Kagome was talking to her mom and grandpa, that whole, “Pie duel who date may, mm nausea” I’ll tell you what she really said but her mom just misinterpreted. She said, ".......................................................................... .."
I’m not telling unless of course you can bribe me to. Hint, hint, minimum of 5 reviews and maybe I’ll post it up on the next chapter. Maybe.
Okay, I know that Houjou isn’t exactly the coolest guy in the world to be dating but Kagome had to have a boyfriend of some type and I couldn’t very well let Kouga be hers because that’s just wrong and besides, I have bigger plans for him, though he hasn’t been introduced much in this. If I made her date Naraku, I would kill myself for even saying she did. Miroku and Kagome, let’s think about this. Miroku likes to grope Sango’s ass and yet he’s still living and still continues to do it. So we have come to the conclusion that she likes to get groped by him but doesn’t admit it, so in other words, NO. Shippou, wait, wait, wait, in the series and manga, he looks up to Kagome like a mother. THAT WOULD BE SO WRONG, especially since MOTHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS, GRAVITY, AND PURITY OF THIS WORLD!!! Sesshoumaru, Sesshoumaru, ah, yes, Sesshoumaru-sama, Fluffy, Fluffy-sama –BELONGS TO RIN NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT; HE’S RIN’S!!! Kagome and any other girl in the story, let me just say, I AM GONNA CURSE YOU OUT, as soon as I finish puking. I was too lazy to create my own original character so it’s just Kagome and Houjou, for now. (laughs maniacally)
Well, gotta go read more of Torrent by –er, uh, I mean write some more of Lost Memories or Engaging Enemies. Whichever I feel like reading –uh, I mean typing. Heh Heh ^_^’ Review, please! (now, to get the sugar and torture Rumiko with hyperness) (what! I didn’t do nothin’. I was just kidding! Hehehehehe ^_^’)
(To Ilium, we must go. –Yoda, Star Wars Clone Wars)
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