InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Never Was There a Story of More Insanity ❯ Trouble and a Katana. ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter Two

Just as Inuyasha raised a spoonful of ramen to his mouth, a shrill voice rang out through the cafeteria:

"INUYASHA HIBACHI! Report to the front office immediately!"

"Don't look now," Miroku whispered, "But Principal Kaede's over there looking for you."

"I'm not deaf, baka," Inuyasha shot back. To himself, he muttered, "Bee. You. Tee. Full. The Hagmistress is mad. I swear that old crone has it in for me."

"I may be old but I'm not deaf," Kaede informed him, tapping him on the shoulder with her cane. Inuyasha jumped ten feet into the air and grabbed onto a light fixture.

"Well, at least thy reflexes are in good shape," Kaede snapped. She was an ancient, one-eyed woman, whose wrinkles had wrinkles. "Now, if ye would relinquish your hold on school property, and follow me to my office."

"Why would I wanna?" Inuyasha groused.

"Believe it or not, I'm trying to do ye a favor, hanyou," Kaede replied. "If ye don't follow me, then I suppose we'll have to talk right here. In front of the entire cafeteria."

Inuyasha gulped, let go, and fell face first on the ground.

In a dark corner of the cafeteria, a squat, pale boy sat, stroking his stuffed baboon. His never-blinking eyes followed Inuyasha out of the cafeteria.

"How interesting, Mr. Bobo," he said. "How very interesting."

"Sit," Kaede ordered, pushing out a chair for him. Reluctantly, Inuyasha dropped into said chair.

"Okay, Hagmistress," he growled. "What's so important, huh? I was right in the middle of a very enjoyable bowl of ramen."

Kaede drew a paper out of her desk drawer, and shoved it into his hands.

"Thou art aware that we expect all members of our sports teams to maintain a B average?" Kaede asked rhetorically. Inuyasha merely let his report card slip to the ground. Kaede grinned. "Thou art hereby suspended from all kendo practices and tournaments until such time as thou canst bring thy grades up to an acceptable level. I note that thou art currently taking six classes, rather than a full seven. Might I suggest an extra elective to aid thy GPA?" She handed him a list of electives. "Dismissed."

Inuyasha's jaw dropped. "But…but…Hagm-er, Principal Kaede! Please! You can't kick me off the kendo team!"

"I said, dismissed," Kaede replied tersely. "In case thou art not aware, the door is there."

"Welcome home, son." Inuyasha almost didn't hear his father over the whirlwind of thoughts running through his head.

"Uh…hi, Dad," he said lamely. "Um…I'm…er…"

"Not to worry, I know all about it," his father replied

"You do?" Inuyasha gulped. He braced himself.

"Of course I do! First tournament of the year, and you win, hands down. Just like your brother did."

Inuyasha blinked twice before realizing that his father did not yet know he had been kicked off the kendo team, just that they had won.

"Um…yeah," he said. "The competition wasn't all that stiff, though."

"Now, now," Mr. Hibachi scolded. "You should know better than to put down your opponents like that. Whenever Sesshomaru won, he would congratulate his opponents on a match well fought."

"Only when he knew you were watching," Inuyasha muttered bitterly.

"What was that?" his father asked.

"Nothing, Pops." Inuyasha replied. His dad arched an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter.

"As I was saying, I think your victory deserves a reward. Please follow me." Mr. Hibachi set down his Western Lands, Inc. mug (He was the CEO. Perfect, college-boy Sesshomaru worked part-time as his junior assistant.) and stood up. He led his younger son to a locked door in the basement, with a sign on it saying `Beware of the Bunny.'

"Bunny?" Inuyasha asked.

"It's in case any web designers or freelance bums come by." Mr. Hibachi replied cryptically. (A/N: Go read Sluggy Freelance-www.sluggy.com-if you don't get it. I don't own that, in case you didn't know.) He fished a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

There were two sword plaques mounted on the wall of the room; one of them was empty, the second held a rusted katana. And in the corner was a box literally covered in chains.

"What is this?" Inuyasha asked.

"This is where the three sacred swords of the Hibachi family are kept. They have been passed down throught he generations. The first, Tensaiga, the Healer, is held by your brother. On the wall there is Tetsusaiga, the Protector. And chained there is Toukijin, the Destroyer. That sword is a creation of evil, which it is our duty to guard. Were it to fall into the wrong hands…well, let's just say we'd all be screwed."

"What are the wrong hands?"

"Anything short of a god." Mr. Hibachi replied gravely. "But that is another story. I have brought you here to give you this." He pulled down the rusted katana-Tetsusaiga-and handed it to Inuyasha.

"Some present," Inuyasha groused. "This thing couldn't cut the grass."

"Appearances can be deceiving," his dad reminded him. "Note the engraving on the handle."

"Nosce te ipsum," Inuyasha read. "Maybe it makes sense to you, Pops, but it's all Greek to me."

"Latin, actually," Mr. Hibachi corrected. "It means `know thyself.' Only a person who knows their own heart can unlock the true powers of Tetsusaiga…a feat your brother never accomplished; he couldn't even touch the hilt."

That caught Inuyasha's interest. There was something pretty-boy Sesshomaru couldn't do? A second later, he realized that this would be a very bad time to bring up his expulsion from the kendo team.

"Um…I'm going to Miroku's house," he told his Dad. Barely waiting for the nod of consent, he headed for the door.

"So, let me get this straight," Miroku said as the duo walked through the vacant lot. "Despite the fact that you are the star and captain of the kendo team, Principal Kaede kicked you off because you've fallen below a B average. You want to bring your GPA back up to snuff before your Dad finds out. In the meantime, he's given you some rusted sword which he claims has uber magical abilities, which your perfect brother, Sesshomaru, was never able to unlock."

"That's about the size of it," Inuyasha confirmed. "Nice recap, by the way."

"Thanks. Sensei Torg and Sensei Riff have been drilling us really hard on those." (A/N: I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I don't own Sluggy Freelance.)

"Anyway," Miroku continued, "I think I can help you as far as your grade troubles go. You need an easy `A' class. I'd suggest Drama. I've taken it since freshmen year and I always get an A+."

"Hang on…" Inuyasha interrupted. "Isn't Sango in Drama too?"

"What's your point?" Miroku shot back. ((A/N: Me thinks the lady doth protest too much!)) "Just give it a try. You'll be a natural, I know it."

"Feh. Whatever," Inuyasha growled.