InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ High School Drama ❯ The Punishment ( Chapter 3 )

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A/N: I am sorry if I didn't give this much attention but here it is. If you are confused about this pleas pardon me and I am still continuing this story in http://www.fanfiction.net/u/814028/ so if you want to read chapters 1 to 13 then go there. So sorry for the inconvenience. And listen all I would update in mediaminer as best as I could but I could not promise that it would be everyday because I am busy in my other account. So sorry all. And thanks for all those who reviewed. Big hugs.

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Chapter 4

Suffer the King's wrath

Consequences be damn, my ass. What I did yesterday is unforgivable I know but I cannot help it, THAT boy is infuriating. Just imagine he tripped me, laughed at me, pestered me, and humiliated me in front of everybody and nobody, even me, could take that. I rather take a beating than to experience those kinds of things. I was already stress out this week I don't need him to add more of my problems. Speaking of problems I still haven't talk to Kikyo, I also have Tara plotting to make my life a living hell in that school, my parents might have divorced, my dad might have another woman which might cause a divorced, and worse of all I slapped the King Royal. I. SLAPPED. THE. KING. ROYAL.

Oh God, what was I thinking? I thought shaking my head a little and putting my hand in my forehead. Do I really want to die that badly? Oh wait a minute I do want to die that badly. Life these days made a person desperate. And I am desperate to end my suffering. I have so many problems in school and at home that sometimes I could not just take it, I just want to end it all. But because I'm too scared to see blood, I'm gonna pass the suicide thing. I sigh with relief as I look at the calendar. Thank God its Friday I have to suffer less today.

“Morning ma,” I greeted my mother and kiss her on the cheeks. I looked at her haggard form and frown with worry. Usually she is bubbly, always asking how was it in my school or if I have a boyfriend already, she is also so radiant. Now she has eye bags in her eyes like she never slept last night, she told me in the phone that she will be back at ten but by the looks of it she stayed awake later than that. She is also very silent and gloomy. I silently ate my breakfast sneaking a quick glimpse to my space out mother.

“Margot! Why did you not wake me up earlier. You know very much I have a meeting today.” A familiar voice said angrily. I slowly turn around to see who it was, wishing all the way that it was not who I think it was. But damn it, he was here. I slowly walk to his side and kiss his cheeks, “Hello father.”

To tell you the truth me and my father was pretty close when I was younger. Maybe when I was four to nine. We did everything from acting to baseball. That is why when he changes five years ago my feelings for him changes too. But sometimes I cannot help wishing that he will love me as he used to. I also wished that he will love my mother the way he love her when they married each other.

My father smiled at me but his attention was somewhere else, “Have you seen my cellphone, Margot?” My father asked my mom. My poor mother just point to the table without saying a word to her husband. What for? He never listens to her.

My father just took his breakfast and his cellphone never even saying good morning to my mother or kisses her on the cheeks as what he usually did five years ago. I'm not saying that's not normal, no not at all it just felt weird. Maybe it's because he was just tired from his flight, I never even knew he was here until this morning. Yup, maybe that's it.

I hope.

I refrained from asking where he was and just ate in tense silence.

His cellphone rang and when he look at the caller I.D, he cursed silently but enough for me to hear. He took the call in the living room making me all curious and everything. I looked at my mother but she just ate in silence not once meeting my eyes. I slowly tiptoed to my bag near the door and pretend to look for something but instead I listen to my father's conversation in the phone.

“I told you not to call me here…… What……… I understand I'll go there right away.” He said then turned off his cellphone. I hastily went back to my chair and tried to eat. I forced the accusation and images out of my mind. I might just jump to conclusion. I know that my father has a mistress but I don't have any evidences and part of me still doesn't believe it.

“Who was that?” My mother asked silently but I detect resentment on her voice. She looked at my father evenly and a frown was on her face.

“My secretary. I have some important meeting to go to this morning.” My father answered gruffly. My mother opens her mouth to retort something but when she looked at me she quickly shut her mouth. I should be thankful for that because I will not suffer from any fight but I still felt left out. Like there are some things that they hide from me.

“Kagome slow down in eating, you might choke.” My father said reprimanding me. I just nod in consent and gulp the milk in front of me. I kiss my parents goodbye not even finishing my breakfast. As I was out in the house, I heard the familiar voice of my parents fighting. I guess they are just waiting for me to go out to have a full blown war. Sometimes I wish that they do have divorced or something to end the silent fight that was going on that house for years.

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“I…want…to…kill…that…girl !” Tara said her pretty face contorted with anger, “I don't care if she was rape or…or die I just want to kill that bitch. No one and I mean no one would ever put paint on me. Especially in my designer dress.” She was livid with anger. After all it was the first time she was humiliated by someone. A nobody to that. She'll show that girl, that no one ever dares to humiliate her or they will die in her wrath.

Kagura, Ayame, and Rin comforted the poor girl. Rin forced herself not to laugh and nodded sympathetically to her `friend'. In all truth Rin never like Tara for the girl is a bitch but what can she do, Tara is her cousin's girlfriend. From good to bad she knew that she will support her cousin's friends even she didn't like it, that's how she love Inuyasha. And he better thank her for it. “No worries Tara will find a way to humiliate that bitch,” Rin said but personally she like what the girl whoever she was did to Tara. It only deserves her right. She laughed inwardly but outside her face is full of concern and anger to the woman who did this to her friend.

As if!

“Who is this girl anyway?” Naraku asked disinterested.

“Her name is Kagome Higurashi I think. From what I gathered she is the Juliet in the play.” Miroku said smiling innocently. His friends looked at him wide eyed and their expressions told him that they never believe him but as they look at Inuyasha they gulped, well aside from Naraku, when they saw that he was seething with anger. Miroku just smiled even he was his best friend he will not hesitate to admit that Inuyasha deserved the slap he receives from Kagome. “Right Inuyasha?”

No one dared to ask Inuyasha if it was true or not but at the same time they were curious and some are amuse. What could this girl did to infuriate a Legran?

“No worries girl. Were the royals and what is she?” Kagura said confidently. She knew from Inuyasha's look that he will help them do their revenge but she admit that she was really curious on who is really this Kagome Higurashi, “Only a nobody”

Miroku gulped in distress. This was not good. All of the Royals wanted to humiliate Kagome. He should have not told them about her being Juliet. Him and his stupid mouth. He knew from their looks that they just want to see what this girl has to make a Royal King livid with anger. He has to warn Sango about this.

“I'll take care of it.” Inuyasha said making everyone look at him. He would not let a mere nobody just slapped him in front of everyone. She will soon know that a King should not be angered at. She will soon know why everyone was afraid of him. He will show her whose boss and it is definitely him. “Everything is prepared?” he asked, and then two sophomores appeared.

The two sophomores just nodded in fear after all no on can attest to him.

Tara gleefully clutches herself to him, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you Yasha dearest. You're the best.” She said. That bitch won't know what hit her after the Royals are done with her. And she will make sure that she will never see that bitch in school. “Watch out Kagome Higurashi this is your last pathetic happy moment in that school.” Tara hissed, sure of herself. And sure of her threat.

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Why I went to school today is a wonder. I know I'm practically inviting Satan to kill me slowly and painfully but still my feet dragged me here. I think the reason I'm here even I know I'm doomed is because of my pride that was tarnished and ripped yesterday by those snobs. It's my second period in the afternoon before dismissal and I'm still walking in a haystack of needles.

I sigh and walked straight ahead; head bowed down as usual, and purposely ignored the stares that I got from my fellow classmates and schoolmates. They stared at me disgustingly and some with pity but I know from their looks that they were talking about what had happen yesterday. I guess I become the controversy of the school which is bad, real bad. I don't know how to handle this kind of situation and I know from experience that embarrassment is the least of my worries.

I suddenly stopped walking when I smelled something odd coming from my locker. I know I should have listen to what my instinct told me but noooooooo I had to open my locker to find out what is it. To my utter horror and astonishment something red, smelly, and gooey splattered on my face and on my dress. I screamed loudly making all the students look at me.

Oops, wrong move.

People begun to crowd over me and laugh at my horrid form. I mean it they laugh like I was a clown or something they never even stop to help me. Not one person tried to help me, they just all laugh at me, mercilessly, and loudly. The bad thing is I don't have my best friends to protect me. Sango was late as usual from our meeting place and Kikyo is not here. I swallowed the lump that form in my throat. And tried my hardest not to show any emotion which I failed miserably by the way.

I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry it's like a mantra that I repeat over and over again. I begun to ran to the C.R but a voice stop me from doing so.

“Like my present bitch?” Tara asked earning the corny joke a laugh from everyone. Oh no I hate embarrassment and I also hate the girl who was telling it. I looked at their laughing faces and I could not help it but cry. “Ow…”Tara cooed, “The baby's crying.” Her lackeys, three girls from the cheerleading squad laugh along with her. She was making fun of me and what do I do? Cower! Not anymore, not this time. She already beat me yesterday; I won't take another one today.

“You…you bitch! I hope you rot in hell!” I said to their stunned faces. “Hmm… I thought you are far better than this your highness this is the oldest trick in the book. I guess you're still dumb as a bug then.” After I said those traitorous words I clamped my mouth shut. I felt my face paled and slowly ran to the comfort room. Why oh why couldn't I keep my mouth shut. Someday this mouth of mind will land me in big trouble, big, big trouble.

When I entered the comfort room I saw two girls giggling idiotically at the mirror. I wiped the tears that was on my face and slowly joined them. I looked at my bag and found my gym clothes. I hate to wear it but this have to do. My gym clothes consist of a pair of sneakers, a fitting t-shirt that has the logo of my school and a short up to my knees. I left my bag in the sink and went to one of the stalls.

Moments later, I heard the giggling girls went out leaving me the only one in the comfort room. I sigh with relief and went back to my bag and to my utter surprised it was gone. The bag that have all my important things: cellphone, my last period homework, and thank god my script is in the auditorium. I quenched the panic that started to drive my senses and forced myself to think logically.

“Maybe, maybe those girls have taken my bag by mistake.” I said to no one in particular. But why would they mistakenly take my bag? It was ugly enough for them to take. They should know what there bag and what the bag of a geek.I rushed to the door, hoping against hope that I could catch up with those girls before the bell will ring. But when I tried to open the door it didn't budge. I tried again and again but it never open. I cried in panic, kick, slam, and punch the door but to no avail.

“Let me out, let me out.” I shouted loudly but it was no use the bell overpowered my cries for help and I think by now all of the students are in their classes. I slowly sat down and weep. Those bitches, they will pay for this. I don't really know exactly how but I would think of something that will make Tara Legran plead for my mercy. Or better yet have her head in a silver platter.

Oh, sweet fantasy.

I looked up in the window and cursed loudly. For all windows to be used, the administration decides to use a teeny, tiny one. Now how could I climb up there? It was no use I cannot open the door by force and I cannot climb out of the window because it was too small for me even I am thin and all. The worse thing is I am suffering from the harsh smell of the bathroom. And let me tell you it is really smelly, especially if the last stall has something on it.

It's been thirty minutes since I was locked up in here when I heard someone whistling. I smiled hopefully to the door. “Help me! Please open the door!” I shouted and pounded the door wildly. And to my great relief someone outside speak up.

“Is someone in there?” I heard him say and I gladly answered yes. He told me to stay back and to my great joy the door open. It turn out that it was Mr. Mick, the janitor of the school. I thanked him happily and ran to my next class and an excuse was ready on my mouth.

“Detention!” the teacher shouted before I could even give out my explanation. I tried to explain really but he always interrupted me. I dejectedly went to the detention room feeling miserable all over. This is the first time I have ever land on detention.

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Sango impatiently waited for her friend to come out in the detention room when Miroku showed up. He still wears that arrogant look of his adding up to his beauty. What is she thinking? Fantasizing of a man that she cannot have is a very, very bad thing to do.

“Hello Sango!” He greeted, “Kikyo's not here yet?” he asked as he looked at the detention room where Kagome is being tortured by Naraku and Ginta, the juvenile way. He looked at her and smiled solemnly, “Why you cook up this idea is beyond me. look where she got now, tortured by ruthless people. Excluding me of course.”

“It was not my idea. It was Kikyo's” Sango said defensively. She pitied her friend, yes but she promised Kikyo even she did not like it that she would help her crazy friend with her plan. at first she thought that Kikyo is crazy but then again she is always like that ever since she knew her. “And besides it would do well for both of them…I think”

Miroku grinned at her and combed his hair using his hand oblivious to the fact that it made Sango stares at him longer than needed. “Well, you should hope so. I will do my best to do this crazy plan of yours but when Inuyasha and Kagome know about this I will not join the fireworks.”

“Chicken,” Sango teased but she knew that he will not bail out when things go for the worst. “I should go; I don't want her to catch me from talking to you. She never knew that we are talking here in school.” Miroku said as he saw Kagome went out of the room. He kissed her on the cheek making the stunned Sango red in the face, “Goodbye.”

“Are you ok Sango?” I asked worriedly, as I went out of the classroom I saw her standing still and red in the face. Worried that she might have a fever I dared to touch her forehead but there was nothing. “I'm alright,” she said not directly meeting my eyes. I looked at her queerly but did not push the subject besides I have lots of problems in my mind. Because even in the detention room they still torture me to no end. They played every juvenile prank I know like spitting spit balls at me, throwing paper or pencil if they felt like it and the teacher just let them get away with it. I have to injure my whole detention period with them. Now I have to face another idiot in the auditorium, their king.

“Are you alright?” Alright? Impossible! I felt queasy all over and nervous to the max. But I nod at her as if to say yes. To let my problem out of the way I told her about my father's returning back from one of his `trips' which of course another problem.

She looked at me worriedly but I think it's not about my father, I think it's more about that we are in the auditorium surrounded by sea of people I don't know. And worst of all a Legran was there sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. “I should be going backstage now. Good luck Kags, I'll be watching you backstage.” I waved goodbye to her and slowly walk to the chair near the stage where the lead cast supposed to sit.

I sat down silently wanting more than ever to disappear. I felt his gaze on me and I tried my hardest to dismiss it. To keep myself busy I tried to read the script. I was lost in the sea of words when a shadow covered part of my script. I look up expecting it to be my drama teacher unfortunately for me it was Inuyasha.

He smirked at me in that sexy way, halt girl. Thinking weird things is definitely not on the list. “Now you know why no one ever tried to anger me, wench.” He said, looking at her from head to toe. He was impressed that in all those hideous clothing that she wore in the past a body to die for is hidden beneath. Now if she could just gussy up her face then she could be beautiful.

Nah! That face is always her face, a dog face. “Bitch, you should know your place; kneeling in my feet and kissing it.” He said smirking. Her eyes ignite flames of anger that definitely impressed him. He never saw anyone ever been brave enough too loath him face to face.

“I would rather wrestle a crocodile than to kneel and ask for your forgiveness,” I said not knowing where my boldness comes from. Wherever it came from I know I should take advantage of it before I lose the courage and cower in front of him, “Now if you would excuse me I need to practice my lines before the practice starts.”

“Now, now you should call me your highness everyone does. And as for wrestling a crocodile I'll take up your offer. I have one in the house he will gladly eat a dog when he sees one. But from the looks of it he might spit you out. People like you never taste good anyway.” Inuyasha said knowing too well that he was making her angry. This girl would never know what he plans for her and that does not include bed of roses more like thorns, “I heard that a dog like you backstab her own best friend just to be my lading lady. I'm really touched; imagine doing everything to get near me. You know if you had asked me nicely I could give you something you won't regret. Fitting for a bitch like you.”

How dare he? “Really? I could ask for your head,” I said angrily, why of all people I need to pair up with it's got to be him. I never remembered doing something to someone then why does God punish me like this. It is so unfair, “You know you pompous bastard! Not everyone likes you!”

“Do you think that I give a damn if nobody likes me? I don't need to be like I only need to be feared.” Well that leaves me speechless. I never knew someone who likes to be feared by everyone. I mean isn't that a bit lonely? Yes, it has some advantage like you can get everything you want but you can never get friends if you are like that.

The drama teacher called him and all I can do is watch him walk away from me and into the stage. He is really good in acting, I wonder if he acts everything when he his school for god knows what's inside that boys head.

I followed him in the stage a while later when we are doing the dance thing. I'm still contemplating about his personality that I never did notice his devious smirk. When I cleared my head with all the thoughts that is disturbing me quite a while it was too late.

“Ahh!” I shouted as I fall in the middle of the stage. I saw everyone laugh in piteous formed and the loudest of them all is Inuyasha. Even the drama teacher laugh at me.

“You should watch out, wench.” He said or maybe it's a threat, “Because in every corner you turn and every place you hide bad luck will always follow you. Namely me for one.”

This time I really want to disappear in the depths of the earth.

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“So how's school honey?” my mom asked as she pick me up for school. Here's the thing my mom, yeah she does not want me to go home by myself until I am eighteen. So here I am having a social suicide in my depleted social life. Life is so harsh when it comes to me.

“Same,” I answered which of course is not true. My life changes when I entered that stupid play. Now I am the biggest outcast in school not to mention I lead a very dangerous life with all those Royals wanting to get my head in a silver platter. “Why are we not going?” I asked my mom when she just sat there looking in the side view mirror. Instead of waiting for her answer I looked at the side view mirror and gasped on what I see; Tara and her cronies coming toward us! Not only had that she brought all her Royal girlfriends with her. This is bad, way bad. Thank goodness I have my mother to defend me.

“Your new friends' honey?” she asked smiling brightly at me. Is this the woman who looks so gloomy this morning? It's like something happen to her and being a good child that I am, I don't to ruin her happiness so I nodded in agreement even though my skin is crawling with dread. “What brings you here?” I asked politely, masking my fear of them. Look I don't want any trouble or anything I just want to get back on my life, the life I am used to. I know it's still kind of crappy with my parents fighting and all but at least I don't have any Royals in my back ready to strike.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Higurashi,” Tara said politely which is a complete shocked to me. not that she could speak politely because I know she could fake that one but that she actually know my last name, “Hello too Kagome.” She said it like my name is a poison or something but my mother never notices it.

“We are here to invite your daughter to a party that we will be having this second week of August to congratulate her for being the Juliet of the play.” Kagura said making my mother happy. I know what she's thinking that I am popular in the school just like her but I bet everything that I own that it's just a plan to make me look bad but of course I could never tell my mother that and that I could not attend the party. She will have a fit I could tell you that.

“She will be there,” my mom answered for me. See! “Are you Mrs. Higurashi, the famous designer?” Rin asked, amazement was shown in her eyes, “I totally love the clothes you created. I know Kagome will be like you when she grows up.” Yah, right!

I saw Tara murmured something under her breath but I did not hear what it was, “We should really be going now we still have cheerleading practice. Nice to meet you Mrs. Higurashi and you remember Kagome it is a costume party. Can't wait to see you there.” Ohh… I just love to wipe that smile on her face. I saw the three Royal went to the field followed by their cronies, girls from cheerleading. Wait a minute. I never even saw them when the Royals are talking to me. I wonder what they are doing.

“They are nice people,” my mother commented which almost made me laugh. Nice is not the adjective I will describe for them, they even did not fit the description. “Why is this not starting?” My mother asked and as if to answer her question a loud bang was heard. We look at each other and a telepathic message was past between us. The tires are flat. Understanding dawn to me and I realized why those girls never showed their faces on us. It's because they are busy flatting the tires while we are busy talking and not paying attention to the rest of the car. I looked at my mother's confused expression and guilt overcomes me.

Yup, I am so dead.