InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Name ❯ Pea-Soup ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Tariiela 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 387 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 387 | Status: Work In Progress
A/n;; On with the show! xD
inu_luvr17-And yes, I know that Minie isn't one of Kagome's original friends. ^^ I have a plan for Yuka, but I will admit that I did forget her name for a bit there.
Thanks for the reviews, guys! Sorry about the wait<33 If you don't mind, I think I'm going to do short, frequent updates rather than long, once-a-month updates. Whatcha think? Tell me which you prefer. See you next chapter!
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"How was your first day of school, darling?"
It was about 6 P.M. and the family were around the table, eating and chatting idly with eachother. Kagome was silent for the most part, grunting or mumbling when spoken to. Her first day of school? She stopped playing with her rice and her head shot up, and like a deer caught in the head-lights, she looked wide-eyed at her mother."Pardon?" she asked politely, blinking at the stranger sitting across from her. This woman supposedly gave her life. It was breaking them both up inside, it seemed, that Kagome couldn't remember her.
Minori gave a small, sad smile, and sighed. It killed her that Kagome didn't know who she was. It was one of a mother's worst fears that their own child could stare at their parent's face, and truthfully say they had no recollection of them. It was killing her even more to see the fear, the confusion, and the pain reflected in her daughter's face. "How was your first day?" she repeated. Souta glanced up at his mother worriedly. Her voice had cracked, and she looked as if she were going to cry.
Minori flashed him a reassuring smile, then turned back to Kagome, who was playing with her food again.
"It was fine." Silence. Her grandfather cleared his throat.
"Well, it doesn't seem as if it were fine," he said, and then immiedately regretted being so pushy. Silence. Kagome's hand trembled, and she dropped her fork.
"I said...it was fine," whispered the girl darkly, her head inclined and her bangs shielding her eyes from the rest of her family. Another pregnant silence seemed to thicken the tension, and her brother shifted in his seat, sensing this. Kagome suddenly placed her hands on the edge of the table, and pushed back her chair. The leg's of the chair scraping against the floor so fast produced a loud schreech, which had the other three diners wincing. "May I be excused?" Not that she was waiting for an answer.
The ebony-haired girl practically threw her dish in the sink, and charged up the stairs with such a fury, it made her brother wonder if she should join track. Minori stared down at her food, the image of poise and perfection. Like she always was. If she didn't seem as if she were keeping it together, she knew the rest of the family would fall apart, even if it was just a facade.
"Mom...?" Souta's eyes were wide. With a strained smile, Minori turned to him. Perfection. Poise. Plastic.
"Finish your rice, hon. How was your day?"
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Kagome had retired to her room. She was laid herself on a pink quilted bed that was hers since she was a child, but was a stranger. She was staring at a ceiling that she knew she must have stared at once before, but did not recognize. With her hands folded neatly on her chest, on her back, and her legs tight and straight, she reminded herself of a dead body laying in a coffin. Except, she was alive, and she was sure coffins weren't this comfortable.
Kagome sighed, and sat up, running a hand through her hair. No, she had already died once. She was just an empty shell of a person now. She did not know what she had done to deserve this sort of punishment, but to live in a world full of strangers, to live in a world that she was sure was not her own, was terrifying.
She had no hope.
She was alone.
She was feeling sorry for herself.
With a defeated grunt, Kagome glanced at her backpack across the room. The teachers hadn't given her any homework, and she noticed a few students glaring at her for her special treatment. Then, a person seated next to them would murmur something, and the same people that had been glaring would shoot her a pitying look.
At lunch, many people offered her a seat, and more pitying looks. She sat with Eri, as Minie and Ayume had different schedules. Eri's friends, who were also once hers, apparently, would try to make conversation, and offer her their lunch, but Kagome would not even respond. She just sat there, staring at her food, and ignoring everyone until the bell. The rest of the day hadn't been any better. Souta walked her home, and her friends followed, but when they all arrived at the shrine, the girls said that they couldn't keep getting up so early in the morning to make a special trip to her house, so Souta would just have to walk her and they'd meet at school.
She didn't respond to this either.
Kagome glanced at the mirror on her wall near her desk, and stared unblinking at her reflection. A girl that once was full of life and happiness that had turned into a dull, dormant human being looked back at her. "I hate you," she murmured, shaking her head.Her fists trembled on her lap, and she felt a stinging sensation in her eyes. This was new. It felt...liberating. Just like this morning, when she stared into the eyes of that god, she felt on the edge of something incredible. She needed to just let it out.
She took a brush on her desk, and chucked it hard at the mirror. With a crack, it shattered, sending tiny pieces onto the floor.
Kagome felt her shoulders relax, and she sat back calmly onto her bed. Her trembling hands reached up to stroke her cheek, and she found something wet there. The girl jumped to the worst-case scenario, and panicked, thinking it was blood.
Water.
She stared at her hands, and then at her broken reflection.And laughed. She began to laugh so hard, she fell on her side, her head on the pillow. She didn't care. Inbetween her sobs, and her choking, she chuckled until she sobbed harder, and the cycle continued. Hiccups followed. She still laughed, and she still bawled.
For the first time since the accident, Kagome cried.
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The next schoolday morning had been pretty uneventful. Kagome woke up on time, she got ready, and waited downstairs for Souta. She picked at her toast. She stuffed a corner into her mouth once or twice, but otherwise, the food her mother had prepared remained untouched. She downed a glass of orange juice left out for her on the table, not to make her mother feel better about letting breakfast go to waste, but because she was thirsty. No matter how vain it seemed, no matter how heartless, she didn't feel she owed anything to this woman.
This woman, a stranger, Kagome did not owe ANYTHING to her.
"Ready to go?" Kagome glanced up, seeing her brother standing at the bottom of the stairs in his uniform. With a dull, emotionless nod, she slung her backpack on her shoulder and shuffled towards the door. She didn't hear footsteps behind her. Instead, a feeble, quiet voice behind her spoke up, "...h-hey sis?"
"Yes?" There was a noteable edge in her voice as she turned around, setting blank eyes on her brother.
"Mom was wondering...about...homeschool. For you. You know...so you can catch up...and stuff..." Kagome blanched entirely. Homeschooling? She stared at her brother, silently urging him to elaborate. Souta wrung his hands infront of him, his eyes settling on an interesting spot on the carpet. "Like, you work at home instead of walking to school everyday...you know? So you can stay here, and work at your own pace...Mom'll get you a really good teacher, and even a tutor after lessons so you can catch up in your classes, and then maybe you can go back to school if you want. She wanted me to ask you...so...what do you think?"
Silence. The tension seemed to thicken as Kagome merely stared at her brother, with those cold, blank eyes he had grown used to. Once, they were so full of life, so happy...now, he couldn't even look at her without breaking down.Finally, her voice broke into his chain of thought.
"Let's go Souta."
Without another word, she wrapped a delicate hand around the doorknob, and yanked back, marching out the door. Souta sighed. I guess that's a no.
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Kagome met her friends outside the school, and, after Souta caught up with his friends, the trio started into the school. Everything in the morning progressed the same as it did the day before; Kagome sat in the back of her classes, idly taking notes and attempting to ignore the pitying looks tossed at her by her fellow students.
Lunchtime, however, was a different story.
5th period came as a blessing for the poor girl. Not only was it only four periods away from the end of the day, she was famished and was regretting skipping the breakfast her mother had laid out since 2nd period.As she did her first day back, Kagome sat with Eri and her crowd. Kagome had taken the lunch money her mother had given her and bought a juice-box and a banana. She kept the juicebox straw tucked into her lips, and made it look as if she were drinking, to avoid anyone approaching her and asking awkward questions that she didn't feel like answering. She sat inbetween a girl named Kyota and Eri. Kyota had jade green eyes and black hair that was cut at an angle and just barely passed her earlobes, with a striking blue eyeshadow that seemed positively inappropriate with the dresscode. Kyota's face looked as if she had just cloned the other five girls.
Eri's group of friends consisted of six girls, if you included both Eri herself, and excluded Kagome, Minie and Ayume. They were sitting at a rather large round table, with eight chairs in all surrounding it. Kagome occupied one of the chairs that was unoccupied by the group, and there was a free chair that most of the girl's stacked their books on.
"...so then he said, 'I am Aryanna's friend!' And I was like, 'Then I guess we can't be.' And I just walked away, like, who needs that, you know?"One of the girls was blabbering about why she dumped her boyfriend, but from the way she rambled, Kagome suspected that the boy wouldn't be all that upset. Inwardly, she chided herself for this rude thought.
Even though it was totally true.
Suddenly, Kagome felt an akward silence settle over the lunchroom. She put down her juicebox that she had been 'drinking' for a ridiculous amount of time, and looked around, only to discover that her table had gone unusually silent as well. What was wrong with everyone? Why were they being so deathly silent? They were staring at something like their eyes were glued to the spot. She turned her head to see what they were staring at, and fell under the same fate.Long, lean legs led up to slim hips and a flat tummy. A waist and breast combination to die for, with slender, elegant fingers attatched to graceful limbs. The girl's-no, this majestic being's-glossy black hair was pulled back into a low ponytai at the nape of her neck. Kagome watched in fascination as the girls fingers clutched those slim hips, and her eyes slowly traveled upwards to meet a piercing stare.
Though the girl was beautiful, though her face mature and business-like, her eyes were an entirely different story. They were just as beautiful and just as mature as the rest of her, but there was something cold about them. Something in those chocolate brown eyes was dead and forever lost, leaving only a heartless stare in it's wake. Something...untrustworthy. Kagome watched as the girl's full, blood-red lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh Kagome," the girl purred, her voice melodious and even, but there was that hard stare. "I heard about your accident, and I just want to say I'm sorry for not being there. I have just been so busy, you understand. We're still best friends, right?" A startled gasp rippled through the lunchroom, and a hushed murmur settled over the place. Kagome, however, had her eyes trained on the girl before her. She briefly noticed two snickering girls that she supposed served as the goddess' 'posse.'Wait, did she say BEST FRIENDS? They did sort of look like eachother...but something wasn't right. The goddess blinked, and then gave a deadly smile. "Oh right. You don't remember me. I'm Kikyou." Under the table, Eri grabbed her hand, but Kagome was still fixated wordlessly on Kikyou, who started to speak again. In her tone, there was a firmness that commanded all to listen.
"Say, Kaggy, darling, why don't we go catch up?" Kikyou suggested. No, it wasn't a question. Kagome hated when people said 'darling' and 'hon' to her, like they were speaking down to a child. She felt Eri's grip tighten on her hand, urging her not to move, but her legs wouldn't listen. Before she knew it, she found herself sauntering out of the lunchroom, Kikyou smirking back at her following posse with her arm around Kagome's waist, as sign of friendship."Now, there's only one rule around here," explained Kikyou. Kagome saw her glance back at the swinging doors of the lunchroom, where dozens of curious eyes peered through the window. Kikyou aruptly halted, and turned so she was standing infront of Kagome. The goddess like girl put her hands on the poor amnesiac's shoulders, and lightly pushed her back. "Before I tell you, stand riigghhtt here, okay?" She positioned Kagome right infront of the double doors, and a flurry of emotions flitted across her normally stoic face.
"Theres something I have to tell you, Kaggy-poo," murmured Kikyou, pouting a bit, but the deadly smirk never left her lips. She could hear footsteps behind her, hushed mutterings from the onlookers..."You and I, we have a history." Giggling from behind her.
"I just want you to know something, okay? Before you go prancing about..." Her pulse mercilessily beat against her ear-drums.
"...the school with your head held high once again..." Tears. Stinging her eyes. She could not savor the feeling.
"...that we all..." Her lips quivered. She couldn't blink. There was a searing pain in her head...her temples were on fire-she couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Couldn't cry.
"Hate you."
Rushing, there it was. The damn broke. Tears streamed freely from her eyes, pooling at the ground at her feet. Her hair was thick, too thick to hold her head up, and she found herself being flung to the ground by the devil's hands themselves. She felt her face hit something sopping and hard-the floor. She was drowning, drowning in her own tears and pain, all she could do was reach up to...to...wipe the pea soup out of her eyes?Pea soup?
Kikyou's cold, dominating gaze glaring down at her. A triumphant smirk that shielded an inner fire, a hatred...two girls were standing at her side now. Those minions...the devils hands.
"Kagome, darling...you pathetic shred of a human soul, you have no place here. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were just trash. Filth. Scum of the earth and lower than worms. Lost your memory...oh please! Give me a break, you attention whore! Who the hell do you think you are?" Somewhere inbetween the godess' words, Kagome had let her head fall once again to the cold sanctuary of the floor.
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If there was one thing Sango hated about this school, it was probably Kikyou.
No, it ABSOLUTELY, was, Kikyou, for sure.
How the bitch could even get ahold of about two gallons of day-old pea-soup from the school cafeteria, she didn't know, nor did she care. She didn't even wonder how the bitch could be so co cruel. Well, she knew why, not that she cared. She did care, however, that Kikyou was turning this cruelty upon an innocent girl. An amnesiac, to be specific. Especially when this poor, defenseless amnesiac is the girl Sango has been searching for the past month.
Of all the places to find her, Sango finds Kagome Higurashi face down in a puddle of pea soup.
Her name. Higurashi. Kagome Higurashi.
Kagome.
Turning chocolate eyes on the crowd in horrified fascination, she saw them all laughing at the poor girl. Uneasily, unsurely, but laughing nonetheless. It disgusted her. How everyone was so afraid of Kikyou, even when they knew it was wrong, they would chortle and play along to avoid her wraith. There was only a small group of girls who weren't chuckling, but they still didn't do anything. They just stood, eyes all wide as a deer caught in the headlights. They seemed to be Kagome's group of friends, and yet they weren't moving to help the poor girl. Typical.
Kikyou, however, and her two cronies seemed to get a kick out of watching the girl lie there.
"Oh! Look everyone. Ms. Sango Slut has decided to join the party." She ripped her eyes off the floor to glare harshly at Kikyou, who had perfectly manicured hands gripping her hips, a waxed eyebrow quirked, a smirk, and amusement dancing in her cold eyes. Sango spat at Kikyou's feet, and, without missing a beat, responded,
"Screw you." Kikyou didn't reply. Her eyes narrowed, however, and she set her jaw turning away to think of a comeback.
Sango just rolled her eyes down to the girl at her feet. She was probably so embarrassed. Wondering why it happened to her. She couldn't remember what she had done to make Kikyou despise her so, not that she did anything in the first place. Not directly, anyway. But these thoughts could wait.
Sango knelt down, and hauled the girl to her feet. With a grunt, followed by a sickening slosh as Kagome's pea-soup soaked clothes were torn from the floor. The raven haired girl didn't speak. She didn't even bother to wipe the green stuff from her face, which was most likely irritating her eyes. Sango didn't hesitate to use her own sleeve to wipe away the grime, and then noticed streaks of wet, porcelain skin running through the soup Sango was unsuccessful to remove.
Streaks. Tears. Kagome was crying.
Sango's lower lip trembled, and before she knew it, she was gripping the younger girl's risk, weaving forcefully through the crowd towards the nurse's office. Kagome said nothing, just obediently followed her rescuer. Sango slowed her pace, glancing mournfully at the green slime trail Kagome left behind, and the squishing sound that came from under her feet each time she stepped.
She squeezed the raven-haired girl's shoulder, and smiled."Let's get you cleaned up."
And her search was over.
inu_luvr17-And yes, I know that Minie isn't one of Kagome's original friends. ^^ I have a plan for Yuka, but I will admit that I did forget her name for a bit there.
Thanks for the reviews, guys! Sorry about the wait<33 If you don't mind, I think I'm going to do short, frequent updates rather than long, once-a-month updates. Whatcha think? Tell me which you prefer. See you next chapter!
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"How was your first day of school, darling?"
It was about 6 P.M. and the family were around the table, eating and chatting idly with eachother. Kagome was silent for the most part, grunting or mumbling when spoken to. Her first day of school? She stopped playing with her rice and her head shot up, and like a deer caught in the head-lights, she looked wide-eyed at her mother."Pardon?" she asked politely, blinking at the stranger sitting across from her. This woman supposedly gave her life. It was breaking them both up inside, it seemed, that Kagome couldn't remember her.
Minori gave a small, sad smile, and sighed. It killed her that Kagome didn't know who she was. It was one of a mother's worst fears that their own child could stare at their parent's face, and truthfully say they had no recollection of them. It was killing her even more to see the fear, the confusion, and the pain reflected in her daughter's face. "How was your first day?" she repeated. Souta glanced up at his mother worriedly. Her voice had cracked, and she looked as if she were going to cry.
Minori flashed him a reassuring smile, then turned back to Kagome, who was playing with her food again.
"It was fine." Silence. Her grandfather cleared his throat.
"Well, it doesn't seem as if it were fine," he said, and then immiedately regretted being so pushy. Silence. Kagome's hand trembled, and she dropped her fork.
"I said...it was fine," whispered the girl darkly, her head inclined and her bangs shielding her eyes from the rest of her family. Another pregnant silence seemed to thicken the tension, and her brother shifted in his seat, sensing this. Kagome suddenly placed her hands on the edge of the table, and pushed back her chair. The leg's of the chair scraping against the floor so fast produced a loud schreech, which had the other three diners wincing. "May I be excused?" Not that she was waiting for an answer.
The ebony-haired girl practically threw her dish in the sink, and charged up the stairs with such a fury, it made her brother wonder if she should join track. Minori stared down at her food, the image of poise and perfection. Like she always was. If she didn't seem as if she were keeping it together, she knew the rest of the family would fall apart, even if it was just a facade.
"Mom...?" Souta's eyes were wide. With a strained smile, Minori turned to him. Perfection. Poise. Plastic.
"Finish your rice, hon. How was your day?"
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Kagome had retired to her room. She was laid herself on a pink quilted bed that was hers since she was a child, but was a stranger. She was staring at a ceiling that she knew she must have stared at once before, but did not recognize. With her hands folded neatly on her chest, on her back, and her legs tight and straight, she reminded herself of a dead body laying in a coffin. Except, she was alive, and she was sure coffins weren't this comfortable.
Kagome sighed, and sat up, running a hand through her hair. No, she had already died once. She was just an empty shell of a person now. She did not know what she had done to deserve this sort of punishment, but to live in a world full of strangers, to live in a world that she was sure was not her own, was terrifying.
She had no hope.
She was alone.
She was feeling sorry for herself.
With a defeated grunt, Kagome glanced at her backpack across the room. The teachers hadn't given her any homework, and she noticed a few students glaring at her for her special treatment. Then, a person seated next to them would murmur something, and the same people that had been glaring would shoot her a pitying look.
At lunch, many people offered her a seat, and more pitying looks. She sat with Eri, as Minie and Ayume had different schedules. Eri's friends, who were also once hers, apparently, would try to make conversation, and offer her their lunch, but Kagome would not even respond. She just sat there, staring at her food, and ignoring everyone until the bell. The rest of the day hadn't been any better. Souta walked her home, and her friends followed, but when they all arrived at the shrine, the girls said that they couldn't keep getting up so early in the morning to make a special trip to her house, so Souta would just have to walk her and they'd meet at school.
She didn't respond to this either.
Kagome glanced at the mirror on her wall near her desk, and stared unblinking at her reflection. A girl that once was full of life and happiness that had turned into a dull, dormant human being looked back at her. "I hate you," she murmured, shaking her head.Her fists trembled on her lap, and she felt a stinging sensation in her eyes. This was new. It felt...liberating. Just like this morning, when she stared into the eyes of that god, she felt on the edge of something incredible. She needed to just let it out.
She took a brush on her desk, and chucked it hard at the mirror. With a crack, it shattered, sending tiny pieces onto the floor.
Kagome felt her shoulders relax, and she sat back calmly onto her bed. Her trembling hands reached up to stroke her cheek, and she found something wet there. The girl jumped to the worst-case scenario, and panicked, thinking it was blood.
Water.
She stared at her hands, and then at her broken reflection.And laughed. She began to laugh so hard, she fell on her side, her head on the pillow. She didn't care. Inbetween her sobs, and her choking, she chuckled until she sobbed harder, and the cycle continued. Hiccups followed. She still laughed, and she still bawled.
For the first time since the accident, Kagome cried.
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The next schoolday morning had been pretty uneventful. Kagome woke up on time, she got ready, and waited downstairs for Souta. She picked at her toast. She stuffed a corner into her mouth once or twice, but otherwise, the food her mother had prepared remained untouched. She downed a glass of orange juice left out for her on the table, not to make her mother feel better about letting breakfast go to waste, but because she was thirsty. No matter how vain it seemed, no matter how heartless, she didn't feel she owed anything to this woman.
This woman, a stranger, Kagome did not owe ANYTHING to her.
"Ready to go?" Kagome glanced up, seeing her brother standing at the bottom of the stairs in his uniform. With a dull, emotionless nod, she slung her backpack on her shoulder and shuffled towards the door. She didn't hear footsteps behind her. Instead, a feeble, quiet voice behind her spoke up, "...h-hey sis?"
"Yes?" There was a noteable edge in her voice as she turned around, setting blank eyes on her brother.
"Mom was wondering...about...homeschool. For you. You know...so you can catch up...and stuff..." Kagome blanched entirely. Homeschooling? She stared at her brother, silently urging him to elaborate. Souta wrung his hands infront of him, his eyes settling on an interesting spot on the carpet. "Like, you work at home instead of walking to school everyday...you know? So you can stay here, and work at your own pace...Mom'll get you a really good teacher, and even a tutor after lessons so you can catch up in your classes, and then maybe you can go back to school if you want. She wanted me to ask you...so...what do you think?"
Silence. The tension seemed to thicken as Kagome merely stared at her brother, with those cold, blank eyes he had grown used to. Once, they were so full of life, so happy...now, he couldn't even look at her without breaking down.Finally, her voice broke into his chain of thought.
"Let's go Souta."
Without another word, she wrapped a delicate hand around the doorknob, and yanked back, marching out the door. Souta sighed. I guess that's a no.
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Kagome met her friends outside the school, and, after Souta caught up with his friends, the trio started into the school. Everything in the morning progressed the same as it did the day before; Kagome sat in the back of her classes, idly taking notes and attempting to ignore the pitying looks tossed at her by her fellow students.
Lunchtime, however, was a different story.
5th period came as a blessing for the poor girl. Not only was it only four periods away from the end of the day, she was famished and was regretting skipping the breakfast her mother had laid out since 2nd period.As she did her first day back, Kagome sat with Eri and her crowd. Kagome had taken the lunch money her mother had given her and bought a juice-box and a banana. She kept the juicebox straw tucked into her lips, and made it look as if she were drinking, to avoid anyone approaching her and asking awkward questions that she didn't feel like answering. She sat inbetween a girl named Kyota and Eri. Kyota had jade green eyes and black hair that was cut at an angle and just barely passed her earlobes, with a striking blue eyeshadow that seemed positively inappropriate with the dresscode. Kyota's face looked as if she had just cloned the other five girls.
Eri's group of friends consisted of six girls, if you included both Eri herself, and excluded Kagome, Minie and Ayume. They were sitting at a rather large round table, with eight chairs in all surrounding it. Kagome occupied one of the chairs that was unoccupied by the group, and there was a free chair that most of the girl's stacked their books on.
"...so then he said, 'I am Aryanna's friend!' And I was like, 'Then I guess we can't be.' And I just walked away, like, who needs that, you know?"One of the girls was blabbering about why she dumped her boyfriend, but from the way she rambled, Kagome suspected that the boy wouldn't be all that upset. Inwardly, she chided herself for this rude thought.
Even though it was totally true.
Suddenly, Kagome felt an akward silence settle over the lunchroom. She put down her juicebox that she had been 'drinking' for a ridiculous amount of time, and looked around, only to discover that her table had gone unusually silent as well. What was wrong with everyone? Why were they being so deathly silent? They were staring at something like their eyes were glued to the spot. She turned her head to see what they were staring at, and fell under the same fate.Long, lean legs led up to slim hips and a flat tummy. A waist and breast combination to die for, with slender, elegant fingers attatched to graceful limbs. The girl's-no, this majestic being's-glossy black hair was pulled back into a low ponytai at the nape of her neck. Kagome watched in fascination as the girls fingers clutched those slim hips, and her eyes slowly traveled upwards to meet a piercing stare.
Though the girl was beautiful, though her face mature and business-like, her eyes were an entirely different story. They were just as beautiful and just as mature as the rest of her, but there was something cold about them. Something in those chocolate brown eyes was dead and forever lost, leaving only a heartless stare in it's wake. Something...untrustworthy. Kagome watched as the girl's full, blood-red lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh Kagome," the girl purred, her voice melodious and even, but there was that hard stare. "I heard about your accident, and I just want to say I'm sorry for not being there. I have just been so busy, you understand. We're still best friends, right?" A startled gasp rippled through the lunchroom, and a hushed murmur settled over the place. Kagome, however, had her eyes trained on the girl before her. She briefly noticed two snickering girls that she supposed served as the goddess' 'posse.'Wait, did she say BEST FRIENDS? They did sort of look like eachother...but something wasn't right. The goddess blinked, and then gave a deadly smile. "Oh right. You don't remember me. I'm Kikyou." Under the table, Eri grabbed her hand, but Kagome was still fixated wordlessly on Kikyou, who started to speak again. In her tone, there was a firmness that commanded all to listen.
"Say, Kaggy, darling, why don't we go catch up?" Kikyou suggested. No, it wasn't a question. Kagome hated when people said 'darling' and 'hon' to her, like they were speaking down to a child. She felt Eri's grip tighten on her hand, urging her not to move, but her legs wouldn't listen. Before she knew it, she found herself sauntering out of the lunchroom, Kikyou smirking back at her following posse with her arm around Kagome's waist, as sign of friendship."Now, there's only one rule around here," explained Kikyou. Kagome saw her glance back at the swinging doors of the lunchroom, where dozens of curious eyes peered through the window. Kikyou aruptly halted, and turned so she was standing infront of Kagome. The goddess like girl put her hands on the poor amnesiac's shoulders, and lightly pushed her back. "Before I tell you, stand riigghhtt here, okay?" She positioned Kagome right infront of the double doors, and a flurry of emotions flitted across her normally stoic face.
"Theres something I have to tell you, Kaggy-poo," murmured Kikyou, pouting a bit, but the deadly smirk never left her lips. She could hear footsteps behind her, hushed mutterings from the onlookers..."You and I, we have a history." Giggling from behind her.
"I just want you to know something, okay? Before you go prancing about..." Her pulse mercilessily beat against her ear-drums.
"...the school with your head held high once again..." Tears. Stinging her eyes. She could not savor the feeling.
"...that we all..." Her lips quivered. She couldn't blink. There was a searing pain in her head...her temples were on fire-she couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Couldn't cry.
"Hate you."
Rushing, there it was. The damn broke. Tears streamed freely from her eyes, pooling at the ground at her feet. Her hair was thick, too thick to hold her head up, and she found herself being flung to the ground by the devil's hands themselves. She felt her face hit something sopping and hard-the floor. She was drowning, drowning in her own tears and pain, all she could do was reach up to...to...wipe the pea soup out of her eyes?Pea soup?
Kikyou's cold, dominating gaze glaring down at her. A triumphant smirk that shielded an inner fire, a hatred...two girls were standing at her side now. Those minions...the devils hands.
"Kagome, darling...you pathetic shred of a human soul, you have no place here. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were just trash. Filth. Scum of the earth and lower than worms. Lost your memory...oh please! Give me a break, you attention whore! Who the hell do you think you are?" Somewhere inbetween the godess' words, Kagome had let her head fall once again to the cold sanctuary of the floor.
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If there was one thing Sango hated about this school, it was probably Kikyou.
No, it ABSOLUTELY, was, Kikyou, for sure.
How the bitch could even get ahold of about two gallons of day-old pea-soup from the school cafeteria, she didn't know, nor did she care. She didn't even wonder how the bitch could be so co cruel. Well, she knew why, not that she cared. She did care, however, that Kikyou was turning this cruelty upon an innocent girl. An amnesiac, to be specific. Especially when this poor, defenseless amnesiac is the girl Sango has been searching for the past month.
Of all the places to find her, Sango finds Kagome Higurashi face down in a puddle of pea soup.
Her name. Higurashi. Kagome Higurashi.
Kagome.
Turning chocolate eyes on the crowd in horrified fascination, she saw them all laughing at the poor girl. Uneasily, unsurely, but laughing nonetheless. It disgusted her. How everyone was so afraid of Kikyou, even when they knew it was wrong, they would chortle and play along to avoid her wraith. There was only a small group of girls who weren't chuckling, but they still didn't do anything. They just stood, eyes all wide as a deer caught in the headlights. They seemed to be Kagome's group of friends, and yet they weren't moving to help the poor girl. Typical.
Kikyou, however, and her two cronies seemed to get a kick out of watching the girl lie there.
"Oh! Look everyone. Ms. Sango Slut has decided to join the party." She ripped her eyes off the floor to glare harshly at Kikyou, who had perfectly manicured hands gripping her hips, a waxed eyebrow quirked, a smirk, and amusement dancing in her cold eyes. Sango spat at Kikyou's feet, and, without missing a beat, responded,
"Screw you." Kikyou didn't reply. Her eyes narrowed, however, and she set her jaw turning away to think of a comeback.
Sango just rolled her eyes down to the girl at her feet. She was probably so embarrassed. Wondering why it happened to her. She couldn't remember what she had done to make Kikyou despise her so, not that she did anything in the first place. Not directly, anyway. But these thoughts could wait.
Sango knelt down, and hauled the girl to her feet. With a grunt, followed by a sickening slosh as Kagome's pea-soup soaked clothes were torn from the floor. The raven haired girl didn't speak. She didn't even bother to wipe the green stuff from her face, which was most likely irritating her eyes. Sango didn't hesitate to use her own sleeve to wipe away the grime, and then noticed streaks of wet, porcelain skin running through the soup Sango was unsuccessful to remove.
Streaks. Tears. Kagome was crying.
Sango's lower lip trembled, and before she knew it, she was gripping the younger girl's risk, weaving forcefully through the crowd towards the nurse's office. Kagome said nothing, just obediently followed her rescuer. Sango slowed her pace, glancing mournfully at the green slime trail Kagome left behind, and the squishing sound that came from under her feet each time she stepped.
She squeezed the raven-haired girl's shoulder, and smiled."Let's get you cleaned up."
And her search was over.