InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nonexistent Fairy Tale ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This is where the story begins. Inuyasha, Kagome, and Sango are (best)friends, and the new guy, Miroku, is joined into their little group.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress

Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters. This is the rewritten version of the story, Punks Are Better Than Preps, with more details, and an actual plot.

“Souta! Kagome! Come on you’re going to be late for school!” A very feminine voice drifted up to the ears of her children.

Souta flew down the stairs and out the door, while Kagome ended up being late for school.

“Miss Higurashi, would you mind telling the class why you are late?” The teacher demanded angrily towards his always-late student.

“Umm….. Well you see… IhadsomuchhomeworklastnightthatIdidn’tgettobeduntillateandthenIoversl ept.” She responded windily, taking her seat in the middle of the room. ‘To be different you can’t do what is expected of you.’

“Umm… Fine, fine. Just don‘t do it again!” He sighed, throwing his arms in the air exasperatedly.

“Oh, by the way class, we have a new student today.” The teacher’s head shot up with sudden remembrance.

Thus, in walks said person wearing a dark purple shirt, jeans, and vans. He had short black hair pulled at the nape of his neck into a dragon tail.

“Introduce yourself…” The teacher trailed off. He didn’t know the student's name.

“Uh... Um… Yeah… I am Miroku….and…yeah…I guess that‘s it…” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the class. They stared back at him. It was like monkeys staring back through the glass.

“Okay…“ The teacher said after a few seconds of awkward silence. “You can have a seat in the back of the room...next to Hojo” The teacher turned to the board and started lecturing. “Okay now…since none of you paid attention during my last two lectures, we shall review what we learned…” And on that, the class tuned him out and did their own things.

Kagome looked back at Miroku and shrugged. She walked over to a conveniently placed empty desk next to him, put her book bag down and sat down.

“Hello! I’m Kagome.” She said extending her hand out for him to shake. He did so, and then a few minutes later his hand was elsewhere.

Kagome screamed, reached over, and smacked him as hard as she could. “Fucking perverts…” She mumbled and Miroku only chuckled to himself. The rest of the hour went on much as that. Miroku, the new guy groping random girls, them screaming and smacking him. The teacher only sighed, shook his head, and mumbled about teenagers and their damn hormones whenever that happened.

Kagome was walking down the hallway, with Miroku trailing not too far behind. She stopped at her locker, put her first hour stuff away, and got out her next few classes worth of stuff. While she was doing so, she heard Miroku talking to someone and asking them to bear his child. ‘Bear his child? What a fucking perv!’ She thought, laughing to herself at the misfortune of that poor person. Then she turned around to see the scene fold out before her, when she saw her best friend, (well that was a girl a least), in the whole world.

“Yo Sango, over here!” She called, as the mentioned girl smiled and waved at her. The girl was wearing a magenta and black striped shirt with black pants and magenta and black shoes. She had her long, dark brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

“Kagome long time no-” -SMACK- “Pervert, don’t touch my ass!” She screeched, while smacking the aforementioned pervert.

“I‘m deeply sorry, Lady Sango!” He replied quickly, making a grab for her hand. She hastily slapped his hand away, still frowning.

“Listen, just because you are a new guy does NOT mean that I will take it easy on you!”
She seethed and raised a fist menacingly.

“Yes, Lady Sango” He smiled at her.

“And STOP with the 'Lady Sango'!”

“Yes, La- I mean Sango.”

“Well, anyway Kagome….Don’t you think we should go and meet up with Inuyasha now? Hey, Miroku, you have your free period next don’t you? And why did you decide to be friends with a lecher, Kagome?” She asked curiously.
“…Yeah…” He replied after taking a quick look at his schedule. While Kagome only shrugged at Sango’s question towards her.

So this being said, Kagome and Sango turned on their heels and took off in the direction of their designated meeting spot, with Miroku trailing not far behind.

A boy with long, flowing white hair, wearing a red T-shirt and jeans with black converse, was sitting with his shoulders slumped against the tree. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be in deep thought. His brow was furrowed, as if he was confused or unhappy. His vibrant amber eyes shot open the moment he heard his friends calling for him as they made their way over to him. He looked everyone over, especially the guy that he didn’t recognize.

He smiled at his best friend’s choice of attire for the day. She was wearing a dark green tank top and a short camouflage skirt. ’ I like that skirt. Not only is it camo, but it shows off her long beautiful legs…Wait? What the hell!’ He hit his head against the tree behind him in attempt to get the last thought out of his head. Kagome furrowed her brow at him, but then shrugged it off because she was used to seeing him beat his head against things.

“So Inuyasha, how are you today?” Sango asked politely while she stole a drink from his soda that was lying by his feet.

He seemed to have to think about that question and finally ended up shrugging, his answer to questions he didn’t know the answer to.

Kagome laughed and pointed to Miroku. “This is Miroku. And this is Inuyasha. Inuyasha is my best friend, although he is an ass,” She said giggling and getting a growl from the said ass, “Miroku is new. I have first hour with him.” Miroku waved and shuffled his feet nervously before his hand ‘accidentally’ found its way to Sango’s ass and he received a screech and a slap in return.

“Stop groping me!” She wailed and hid behind Kagome.

“Hey don’t hide behind me!” Kagome squealed and jumped out of the way. A little game of ‘No, You’re the Human Shield’ then commenced, with Miroku looking at them bewildered.

The hanyou, finally tired of the childishness, growled and pulled Kagome away from Sango. They both sighed and sat down with their arms crossed over their chests. They even looked like little children. Miroku made to sit down between Kagome and Sango, but Inuyasha had seen it coming and quickly took the place the lecher had wanted. The boy raised an eyebrow but took the seat on the other side of Sango. ‘What is he, jealous?’

The rest of the day went on quite uneventfully. Miroku had no more hours with Sango, aside from lunch, and she was relieved with the time she spent away from his wandering hand. Kagome on the other hand, had two other classes with him: Fifth and seventh. She also had seventh with Inuyasha. That’s where they all currently were.

They were sitting at a table off to the side of the room. There was a fourth chair, but the girl who usually sat there wasn’t there today. Kagome was sitting across from Inuyasha and stealing glances at his answers whenever she saw that he wasn’t looking. Miroku was doing the same, only copying Kagome’s answers. Apparently, it seemed the only one who knew their math happened to be Inuyasha. As the hour drew to a close, the teacher announced that they could all put their stuff away and have the rest of the hour to themselves.

“Are we going to your house after school or Sango’s?” Kagome questioned, while putting her books in an ordered stack.

“Err, my house I guess. You can come too, Miroku. Do you need a ride?” The hanyou flicked his gaze towards the person in question. Miroku nodded before staring out the window again. His hand was twitching every-so-often, itching for groping. ‘ He really is a major pervert, isn’t he?’ Kagome questioned herself, before going into a slight conversation with Inuyasha, awaiting the final bell.

Formerly Punks Are Better Than Preps, now Nonexistent Fairy Tale. As far as I know, the title is about how everyone wants their own fairy tale ending. However, in the story no one has their fairy tale as of yet, and don’t believe that they ever will, thus it being nonexistent. So, if people want me to continue then could they PLEASE review and let me know if they want me to CONTINUE or DUMP. And I would like to give credit to my lovely Marissa, for editing this chapter for me.

Continue in search of your own fairy tale,

Steffanie