InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Leverage ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Leverage

Chapter 1

Kagome Higurashi must have circled this same parking lot for the twentieth time. She'd driven through all the parking lots on W. Tokyo University's extensive campus and hadn't found one spot yet. She'd started her day an hour early, but now she still only had forty-five minutes to scarf down some breakfast and search for her dance class.

She was just about to give up and go to another lot when she saw it; just a few feet away from her, a car had come to life and was backing out. She inched up closer as it pulled out slowly.

“C'mon, go!” She growled, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckle force.

It drove off, but coming up opposite her was a hot, red BMW with eyes for her spot. Instinctively she slammed her foot on the gas and the BMW mirrored her.

“Woop!” Kagome yelped out and jammed her twelve-year-old Toyota into the spot, nearly being rear-ended by the other car. She sighed, satisfied and grabbed her bag.

The BMW was still sitting behind her car when she got out. `Probably can't admit defeat.' Kagome thought, shaking her head. She didn't want to seem like she was gloating, so she ignored the driver as he got out the car.

“What the hell is your problem?” He called out to her.

She turned around and shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry.”

It wasn't good enough. He slammed his car door closed and stalked up to her. Kagome rolled her eyes. “Look, man. Don't start now. Just find another spot.”

He towered over her and threw off his sunglasses. “Look, sweetie. This is my spot.”

Kagom e was struck mute. She'd never been this close to a demon in her entire life. He had eyes the colour of the setting sun, silvery white hair that spilled down past his shoulders, and full lips that were pulled into a scowl. He was too good looking to pull off angry.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” He asked, waving a clawed hand in front of her face.

“Yeah…” Kagome responded dumbly.

“This is the graduate student parking lot. You need a pass to park here. No pass, no park.” He pointed to the vague tag hanging off his rearview mirror, which was hard to make out through the tinted windows.

Kagome held up her hands in defense. “Okay, sorry, dude. I don't want any trouble.”

“Well move that piece of shit, then.”

“Hold on! Wait. It took me a long time to get that spot, man.”

He rolled his eyes. “And it'll take you a minute to leave it.”

“C'mon, don't be like that. Just let me keep the spot. It's a big campus, you'll find another one.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Riight, like you did? Yeah it'll be so easy to steal someone else's spot.”

Kagome sighed and started walking again. “Whatever.” She didn't have any more time to waste, even if it was with this fine piece of asshole.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

She whipped around and shot him an icy glare. “To class. Unlike you, I don't have time to argue over bullshit.”

“Fine! If you don't move it, I'll move it for you!”

“Fine! Have a great time!” She shouted back without turning around.

“Good! Kiss your car goodbye, wench!”

This time Kagome did turn around. How dare his face carry such an elegant smirk! “My

lips are already puckered, asshole!” And then she turned her nose up and the situation was forever over to her.

She could hear his growl of frustration and the sound of him starting his car. She let out a little laugh; `Score one for Kags!'.

His car sped past her at a definitely illegal speed, but slow enough for him to yell out, “Bitch!” from the window and give her a good view of his middle finger. Kagome shrugged her shoulders and kept her victory stroll. The cutest ones just had to be the biggest losers.

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Kagome blazed through her over-priced breakfast and first class in no time. She and the other students in Jakotsu's Hip Hop Dance Class had to sit for twenty minutes as he explained the course outline for the semester. She had another two hours to kill, after the class let out.

She gave herself a tour of the campus; learning the buildings where her classes were, and the school's different regions. She spent the better part of the last hour strolling through the beautiful parks. She grabbed a seat beneath a large tree in the largest park not unlike the God Tree at her home, and took a quick power nap.

She dreamt about lights. A thousand pink lights flashing before her, one at a time, following her wherever she went. She was naked, and the lights became hotter and brighter, trapping her in an otherwise black suspension. She wanted to go home, but with every pink sparkling light, her home became more distant, until it disappeared into the black background.

Kagome's eyes drifted open to the sharp jingle playing on her phone. She'd set it up before her nap, to remind her of her next class. Swooping her yellow backpack over shoulder, she headed to the correct building she'd studied in her earlier tour of the campus.

The class was in the building's basement. Kagome shoved apart the double doors. The loud voice of the teacher stopped from down in front, and a set of about three hundred heads turned to look back in Kagome's direction.

“Oh.” Kagome peeped to herself. This was certainly unexpected.

There were two teachers standing before the class; one was a short, old, balding man and the other was—the jerk from earlier! Kagome rolled her eyes skyward. Great.

“If you could please take a seat, young lady, perhaps we can continue with our introduction and get out early for the day.” The older teacher suggested loudly.

Kagome nodded and her feet carried her down one of the aisles between the rows of seats. The teacher's voice began again. She plopped into a random seat in the middle of the student mass, and, awesomely enough the desk was broken. Not wanting to stand up and interrupt the class any further, Kagome just used her bag as her desk, ready to scribble class details into her notebook.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on? She couldn't understand how she'd managed to walk into this class in the middle of lecture. She had ample time to burn and a `reminder jingle' at that! Discreetly, she slipped her cell phone out her pocket and compared the alarm time with her schedule.

She groaned under her breath, as the urge to smack herself in the forehead crashed over like a wave. No freaking wonder. She'd mistaken the five and two on the clock and now she was thirty minutes late!

“…you feel it's appropriate to send text messages right after interrupting class. Fascinating.” Kagome lifted her gaze away from her phone to her teachers down ahead. Her white haired nemesis was glaring at her with his arms crossed, and the senior professor's face echoed a similar displeasure.

Kagome stuffed her phone back into her pocket and sat up straight. “Sorry..” She mumbled, feeling the three hundred pairs of eyes on her again.

The rest of the class only lasted another ten minutes, and Kagome discarded her attempt at taking notes, since she was lost in it all anyway. When everyone began packing up and standing to leave, she skipped down to the front of the lecture hall.

The two teachers were chatting animatedly together; she had the distinct feeling that one of them was ignoring her pointedly. “Excuse me, Professor Myouga?” She interrupted.

“Ah if it isn't our show-stopper.” The jerk greeted her. Kagome kept her eyes on the shorter gentleman.

“Yes? You've come to get your class syllabus?” The elder teacher acknowledged her with a thoughtful look. “Inuyasha, please hand her the course schedule.”

This `Inuyasha' scowled and roughly thrust a double-sided sheet of paper at her. Kagome gave him a once over, before snatching the purposefully crumpled sheet. She turned back to Myouga. “Sir, I just wanted to apologize for coming in late—“

“And sending a text message.” Inuyasha interrupted her.

Kagome's eye twitched, but she kept on. “I'm never late, and I don't want this to be the only impression you have of me.” She bowed her head.

Myouga smiled and Kagome felt her own tension loosen. “Not to worry, my dear. I'm sure you will do fine in the class…and on the twenty page term paper you'll be working on throughout the semester.”

The tension was back up again. “Right..” Kagome replied with an uncertain smile. Myouga continued to stare at her, then said, “Is there anything else you wanted to tell me? Or Ask?”

She shook her head. “No, that's all! My name is Kagome Higurashi by the way.”

Myouga nodded. “That's just fine. And this is my assistant teacher Inuyasha,” he gestured toward the asshole.

“We've met.” Inuyasha interjected curtly. Kagome rolled her eyes at him.

“That's great! Wonderful. Well, I hope you enjoy your brief holiday tomorrow, Ms. Higurashi.”

`Holiday?' Kagome had no idea what he was talking about, but she flashed him another cheery smile. “Right! Well, bye! Thank you!”

She'd started walking away from them, and they began talking to each other again. They both gave her the creeps for different reasons. She clearly wasn't out of earshot yet, when she heard Inuyasha say in a not-so-soft whisper, “Nothing but trouble. She tried to whip my ass today over a parking spot.”

Yes, they were definitely the biggest losers.