InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ School, AKA: The Hellhole ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

"Hey, Kagome! Over here!" Kagome turned her head to the direction of the far side of the cafeteria as she heard her name called out. Sitting at a table alone in the corner was her newly-acquired friend Sango and, unfortunately, her boyfriend. Making her way precariously over to them, she took a seat across from her friend instead of beside Miroku on the bench, having learned the hard way of the basketball player's less than virtuous habits.

"So, what's up, guys?" she asked, keeping a close eye on the left hand that was surreptitiously making its way ever-closer to her best friend's rear end.

Seemingly oblivious to the approaching offender, Sango went on with a bright smile. "Well, we were wondering if you'd like to go with us to the Hitode Mall after school."

"Today?" At her companions' affirmative nods, she answered with a nonchalant shrug, "Sure, I guess. I don't have anything better to do."

Clapping her hands together in joy, Sango opened her mouth to let out her excitement when all of the sudden, her features froze. The cafeteria seemed to go quiet, Kagome noticed bemusedly. The sound of a resounding 'slap!' broke the silence as Sango's hand swung out to catch her boyfriend's cheek in an all too familiar scene of crime and punishment. Grinning in amusement at her friends' antics, Kagome shook her head in censure. Her smile didn't last long, however, as the male population of the room suddenly broke out into a multitude of appreciating catcalls.

'Turning their heads to the front of the cafeteria, the group watched as an elite group of three girls burst through the double-doors and strutted their way across the room to sit at a table with a boy, around which Kagome could identify, with her mystic senses, a great, black aura of evil jaki, twisting and writhing and reaching out to any bystanders in a such a desperate attempt to cause harm to anyone, anything, that made the hair on the back of Kagome's neck stand on end and her blood to run cold.

'The first girl, the one that seemed to be the leader of them, sported a tight, white tube-top and a red miniskirt. Her inky tresses reached past her waist and were pulled back loosely with a white strip of cloth. She and the guy beside her were necking and kissing shamelessly. The girl across from her at the table had short black hair pulled up into a loose bun, feathers fashioned oddly into the chignon, strands hanging in front of her pointed ears and in the back. Piercing, blood-red eyes bore hatefully into her leader's lover as her hands unconscientiously curled and uncurled in her lap. She wore a pair of beaded earrings that perfectly matched her tight, jade-colored, spaghetti-strapped shirt that had swirling, cream designs on it. Wearing a plain, cream knee-length skirt, she held a traditional folding fan. The other girl that seemed to be gazing longingly at her leader's hair, strangely enough, wore a tight leather bodice, the neckline of which only disappeared into her red sash wrapped around her waist. Assuming the miniscule bit of material hugging her hips was, in fact, a skirt, Kagome thought that it didn't really serve any purpose at all. 'I have underwear less revealing than that.'

'She was only brought out of her stare when she felt the bench shift under a new weight.

'Looking over to assess the disturbance, Kagome was shocked to see none other than Hasami Inuyasha sitting down beside her, muscles rippling under his red, short-sleeved shirt. Obviously oblivious to her presence, he greeted his best friend with a reach over the table and a slap on the back. "What's up?"

'Miroku, rubbing his reddened cheek with one hand and his now sore back with his other, asked piteously, "What? Is it 'Hit the Houshi Day' and nobody told me?"

'"Well, you deserved every bit of it!" came Sango's indignant defense.

'"Wait," Kagome cut in dubiously, "Did you say you were a Houshi?"

'"Why yes, I most certainly am," Miroku answered pompously, forgetting his recent task of nursing his wounds in favor of straightening his back and puffing his chest out proudly.

'"You'd never guess with the way he acts," an irate Sango muttered.

'Before Kagome can go any further in her inquiry, Inuyasha spoke. "Hey! What's Goth-girl doing here?" the hanyou asked in a surprised tone, just now taking notice of her. Inuyasha, however, suddenly yelped in pain and reached down to cradle his injured foot that Kagome just brought her black Converse shoe down on before Sango had the chance to reprimand him.

'"Listen, you idiot. I am tired of you calling me a 'Goth', and it is an insult to me, as a Shinto Miko, to be referred to as such. So just shut the fuck up about it!" With that, she stood from the table, turned on her heel, and stomped out of the cafeteria, leaving the silent room in shock. Gossipy, conspiratorial whispers quickly overcame the spacious eatery.

Scowling, Sango grabbed Miroku's wrist and, with one last glare at the dumbfounded Inuyasha, went to chase after Kagome into the hallway. The sound of the morning bell pierced the air and the students got up from their breakfasts to rush to their respective first period classes, leaving the hanyou alone in the empty room. Finally, after processing what had just happened, he jumped up and, limping slightly on his sore, sandal-clad foot, dashed out to his own class, a bitter frown firmly planted on his handsome features.

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Kagome and Sango, along with the rest of the class, are seated in the twenty or so desks crowding a tiny room. On the chalk board at the front is written instructions for a text assignment along with the teacher's name, the period, and subject. It read: "Sensei Hyugaruttu Patu, 6th Period, Advanced Geometry 103. Complete pg. 67/#1-40 Due Tomorrow-Tuesday, August 30th. "

Sitting in the very back of the class at the far end of the room, Sango scribbled messily on a small sheet of notebook paper. After she had finished, she raised her hand to her mouth and performed a phony cough. Attention caught, Kagome raised her head from her work to look sneakily over at her friend beside her. The female Martial Arts Master was dropping something small and white to the tile floor and passing it across the isle to her under her foot.

With a sly look towards the teacher's desk, Kagome surreptitiously bent to retrieve the object and opened the note to read it. "meet me the front gate so we can walk to the mall together." The girl quickly jotted down her own note and carefully slid it back to her friend.

"did u tell miroku 2?" Sango silently read. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she wrote something at the bottom of the page and passed it on to Kagome.

"of corse u idiot. he's my bf."

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MEANWHILE…

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A similar scenario was currently taking place in a classroom just down the hall in English 100 taught by Mrs. Day. Born and raised in America, her name was English and was written so on the door.

Inuyasha sat at the back of the class, wondering why in the seven depths of Hell he had decided to take this damn class. It was so confusing! And these 'r' sounds were damn hard to pronounce! He tried to listen as Mrs. Day, as she had instructed them to refer to her as, explained the basics of the English language, speaking in shaky Japanese to do so since this was just the beginner's class.

"I going to go over basic, every-day words now one use when speaking English. Let we begin with school-related words. First, gakkou is 'elementary school.'" She waited a moment for everyone in the class to write their first English word down in fast Katakana in their notebooks. After that, doing their best around the unfamiliar and difficult sound of the 'r', the class joined her in pronouncing 'elementary school' in great detail.

A ball of paper was suddenly thrown at his head. His ears flattened on impact before the little sphere bounced off his head and came to land softly onto his desk. Turning to the direction from which the harmless object had come, he saw Miroku beaming at him from the seat to his immediate left. The boy gestured to the paper and Inuyasha looked to it, features melting into a curious expression, a quick change from his previously angry countenance. Picking it up and unfolding the wadded paper, Inuyasha's eyes scanned over the crumpled paper quickly. "Meet me at the front gate after school so we can walk to the mall."

Scribbling something quickly, he threw it in the general direction of his friend, not caring to look where it went. Miroku, who had been ogling the girl sitting in front of him as she leaned over the front of her desk to flirt with the boy in front of her, suddenly felt something lodge into his open, drooling mouth. Hands, one of which was clad in an odd purple and navy glove and purple rosary, flew up to his mouth to pull out the note which had landed there. Scowling, he read: "Yeah, whatever, bouzu."

And so it began.

"I love you too, old man."

"Oh, that's a good one, cock sucker."

"Reliving one of your fantasies, eh, Inuyasha?"

"I wouldn't want to have to tell Sango about your choice of sexual company."

"She knows already and has accepted it openly. She even likes it."

"… How the Hell did you pull me into this perverted conversation?"

"You know you love it."

"… You're gay…"

Of course, this scene wasn't exactly the same…

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"Sango, I you sure about this? I mean, I don't think Inuyasha and Kagome exactly see eye to eye," Miroku asked, taking two steps at a time to keep up with his practically jogging girlfriend. School had just let out and the two were now rushing to meet Kagome and Inuyasha at the front gate, neither of which knew the other was supposed to be there.

"They like each other," she told him, never taking her eyes off her goal and never slowing her step.

Miroku nearly tripped over his own feet. "What?! Where were you when Kagome told Inuyasha off this morning, huh?"

"Just trust me, Miro-chan. They were made for each other, and I'm determined to get them together, whether they like it or not."

Shaking his head in disbelieving submission, he answered, "Whatever, you sa-" but was cut off by some yelling up ahead.

Looking towards the front gate, they could see Inuyasha and Kagome standing nose to nose, ears flattened and hackles raised. Sango and Miroku looked at each other briefly before speeding off to their friends, intent on breaking up the soon-to-be fight.

Kagome, noticing Sango approaching, turned to her with a jerk, her angry countenance never falling. "San-chan, tell this jerk he's not coming with us to the mall! The idiot thinks he is."

Wracking her brain to come up with something, anything to say, Sango just stood there helplessly. Before Kagome could say anything else, Inuyasha cut in.

"I don't think I'm coming, I know I'm coming. Miroku invited me, bitch!" he jerked away from yelling into Kagome's angry, red face to yell at his best friend. "Tell her Miroku!"

"Tell him/her he/she isn't coming!" both of the livid teens shouted at the same time. Stopping immediately, they looked over at each other, shook their heads, and just went back to staring intently at their friends.

Suddenly, a light bulb seemed to appear over Kagome's head. "Oh, I get it!" she exclaimed, brows furrowing until they met in a 'V' in the center of her head. "You guys set this up! You both invited either of us. Well, I'll tell you now that there is nothing in this world that could get me to keep the company of that jerk!"

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TEN MINUTES LATER…

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Kagome, Sango, Inuyasha, and Miroku are sitting at a round table in the Mikazuki Café inside the Hitode Mall. "Now see; this isn't so bad, is it, Kagome?" Sango asked the fuming girl seated between she and Miroku.

"…"

Silence.

The couple looked over to Inuyasha to see him sitting quietly, shoulders tense, ears swiveling in every direction, and eyes darting about the restaurant. The two nearly jumped when Inuyasha spoke, voice low and dangerous and a slight growl hinting the tone. "Out of all the restaurants in the mall, why did you two idiots have to pick the Mikazuki Café?"

"Is there something wrong with this particular restaurant, Inuyasha?" Miroku asked, voice calm and unwavering, face straight and serious.

"Something wrong? Think about it, idiot!" Inuyasha retorted, ears lying back a moment before going back to their previous occupation of swiveling and twitching.

Doing what the hanyou had said, Miroku thought about it… and thought some more. 'Why would Inuyasha be so opposed to this particular place? Did something happen here? No, not that I can think of… Maybe he wants to avoid someone that works here or is a regular here. But who could that possibly be? Kikyo? No, she's rich like everyone else, so doesn't need to work and I've never known her to go anywhere but predominantly fancy, expensive places. No one at school would need a job. Maybe just to pass the time, but I don't think anyone's that desperate. Hm… Mikazuki… 'crescent'… Could the name have anything to do with it? Maybe-'

"I've got it!" The rest of the table jumped as Miroku shouted out of the blue.

"What? What have you got?" Sango asked angrily, having been pulled from an interesting conversation with Kagome about little brothers.

"I know why Inuyasha doesn't want to be in this restaurant!" Miroku clarified, banging his fist on the table in delight of his genius.

"I'm right here, you know!"

Ignoring Inuyasha's annoyed comment, Sango and Kagome leaned forward to hear what Miroku had discovered. "Why?" they both asked in unison.

"Well, think about it. 'Mikazuki'", he told them as if that little word would solve everything.

"Yeah, 'crescent'; what about it?" Kagome asked, looking at Miroku like he was the densest thing on Earth.

"Oh…" Kagome turned to look at Sango as an expression of understanding came over her face. "Uh, we should go. Come on, Kag-chan, I think this cool new store just opened up at the west end."

Kagome looked uncertainly at her friends, but when Sango and Miroku both gave her a look that said 'we'll explain later', she got up and left with the rest of them, none saying anything else for the rest of the day.

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"So, Kag-chan, what do you think about this?" Sango asked her friend, holding up a matching set of lilac-colored silk lace panties and bra. They were standing in Victoria's Secret, leafing through the hundreds of wracks of lingerie.

"Hm…" Kagome mumbled, studying the article of clothing her friend had picked up. Sweeping it with an appraising gaze, she lifted her head to Sango. "It's pretty. The color looks good on you, too. You should definitely get it," she approved. Thinking a moment, a sly look suddenly came over her features. "And just who are you planning on wearing that for, San-chan?"

A blush crept up the Martial Arts Master's neck and up onto her cheeks. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, San-chan, you and Miroku had to have gotten it on by now! I mean, you've been dating for what now, like a year?" she asked with a crafty grin.

Sweat-dropping, Sango just looked at her friend with a blank look. "I'm glad we decided to leave the boys in that video game store. Miroku would be having a lot of fun at my expense right now."

Laughing at her friend, Kagome turned to go through another wrack behind her.

"So," Sango began, "have you found anything you like yet?"

"No, this isn't really my kind of style, you know? I usually order stuff off the web from America. They have what's called 'Punk' clothes; those are the kind I like," Kagome answered, sifting distractedly through the lingerie.

Looking her over once, noting her pleated black and hot pink checkered skirt, tight black shirt with some kind of devious looking pink cat decorating the front, and her spiked jewelry adorned around her wrists and neck, Sango shook her head in affirmation. "Yeah, I can tell," she said with a chuckle. Thinking of the new store they were now shopping through that had just opened a few days ago, Sango realized something. "Hey, this store's American, isn't it?"

Kagome nodded distractedly. "M-hm."

"Damn, they're sexy over there in America, ne?" Sango asked, smiling in amusement at the provocative pictures of half-naked women bedecking the walls of the store.

Chuckling, Kagome moved to a new wrack. "Yeah, they're definitely different."

They shopped in silence for the next few minutes before Sango suddenly gasped. Turning to her, Kagome looked on as Sango pulled a set of lingerie off the wrack she'd been sifting through and held it up for her to look at. It was a black and hot pink set. The top had thin straps and two, lacy, rounded triangles to barely cover the breasts of the wearer, touched with swirls of silky, hot pink. The bottom was of a similar color scheme, a skimpy thong article. Kagome loved it.

"Oh, my God! That's awesome!" she exclaimed, reaching out to take it from Sango's hands and examine it closer.

"I knew you'd like it. So, how much is it?" Sango asked, delighting in the way Kagome's features lit up when she was happy.

Looking at the tag, Kagome shrugged as she read, "5,559 Yen. I am so getting this. You done?" At her friend's positive nod, Kagome started towards the cash register. "Come on, the boys are probably getting impatient."

They paid and left the store to find Inuyasha and Miroku. Walking into the video game store, they saw the boys sitting in a corner on a beanbag, playing against one another on a sampler game. Legs bent and hanging over the edge of the soft bag they laid sprawled out on, their hands moved rapidly over the controls as their characters on the big screen grunted and swung at each other with swords and maces.

"Uh, I don't think they minded, really," Sango said with a sweat-drop.

Walking casually over to the boys, they stood behind them and waited for them to notice their presence… and waited some more. Getting impatient, Sango decided to try and get their attention. "So, did you guys miss us?"

Nothing.

Growling at their lack of response, Kagome gave it a try. "Did you even notice we were gone?"

A grunt from Inuyasha as Miroku's character gave his a particularly nasty cut on his arm as if he could feel it himself.

"Come on, Kag-chan; I guess we'll just have to eat all this Ramen by ourselves."

That got one's attention.

Inuyasha jumped up immediately and stood in an attack pose on the beanbag beside Miroku, giving the other boy a full view up his baggy blue jean shorts. "Inuyasha, is that puppies and dog bones on your boxers?"

The group became very quiet as the hanyou's eyes widened considerably and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Suddenly, the girl's broke out into a fit of giggles and, their faces flushed with merriment, and Miroku barely contained his chuckle behind his gloved hand. Oh, this was priceless.

Inuyasha struggled to come up with something to say, some excuse as to why he was wearing these ridiculous things… but couldn't. Mouth opening and closing like a helpless fish, he just stood there. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of his life. And what was worse is that damn Punk-girl (He'd learned well not to refer to her as 'Goth' and could see, he supposed, why it would bother her.) was here to see it.

Head down, face red, Inuyasha pushed his way through his friends and stomped out of the store. They gradually stopped laughing and turned sympathetic eyes towards the door where their friend had disappeared. "Do you think we hurt his feelings?" Sango asked, voice thick with concern.

"I believe we may have gone too far. You know how Inuyasha is," Miroku offered.

'I thought it was cute… Wh-what am I thinking?!' Shaking her head to clear it of the preposterous thoughts in occupation, Kagome looked to her friends. "I think we should go after them."

Both nodded as Miroku turned around to grab a copy of the game they had been playing. After paying, they all walked out of the store and began their search for Inuyasha.

After fifteen minutes of searching his favorite stores, they finally found the him sitting at a table in the upstairs food court, working on his seventh bowl of Ramen. Sitting down at the table, they seemingly went unnoticed by the hanyou as he continued eating, shoving his chopsticks angrily into his bowl as if to take his anger out on it. Realizing that they weren't going to go away if he just ignored them, Inuyasha sat his bowl down angrily and glared at them. "What do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Inuyasha," Sango began, "we're sorry. We shouldn't have made fun of you like that."

Throwing a nonchalant "Whatever" over his shoulder, his gaze flitted over their earnest faces for a moment before he stood from the table and began to casually walk towards the escalator, heading towards the exit on the first floor. Looking to each other and deciding that was the best they would get from the stubborn quarterback, the three quickly got up from the table and jogged to catch up with their friend.

Out in the parking lot, they were walking down the wide isle of cars to find Inuyasha's red Jaguar convertible. "Hey, Miroku, did you get the game before you left the store?" Inuyasha asked his friend.

"Yep," Miroku confirmed, reaching into his bag to retrieve said game, Kareta no Shima, "Got it right h-" He was suddenly cut off, however, as the screeching of tires on pavement came from ahead. They looked ahead to see a sleek black car with darkly tinted windows speeding towards them at speeds one would use only on the highway. It was coming right for Inuyasha and Kagome.

Thinking fast, Inuyasha pounced on the girl beside him, rolling both Kagome and himself out of the way right as the car sped past them, shiny black body cutting through the air right where they stood only a second ago.

After the car had cut around the back of the building that was the mall and was clear out of sight, Inuyasha looked down to where Kagome was to see her head bent, hands clenched beside her face where it was buried in his chest. "Are you alright?" he asked her, not able to help the soft tone in which it came out.

Lifting her head slowly, Kagome looked up into his face with wide, scared, sapphire eyes. She gulped before taking a deep breath and answering with the strongest voice she could muster at the moment, which, incidentally, came out wavering. "Uh, yeah, I'm okay."

They stared at each other for a few more moments before realizing how close their faces were. Inuyasha quickly jumped up, leaving her on the ground. "Well, gee, thanks for helping me up," Kagome complained.

"I already saved your life; what else do you want?" But he reached down a hand to help her up anyway, grunting in annoyance. It was then he noticed the black and hot pink lingerie set that had spilt out of Kagome's bag onto the pavement when he'd jumped on her. He looked at it curiously as Kagome bent to pick it up and place it back into the bag. 'Hm… sexy…' he mentally appraised, feeling a familiar heat begin to build in his groin.

Sango and Miroku just stood there in a stupor, wondering what the Hell had just happened. Shaking their heads, they finally came to their senses. "Are you guys alright?" they asked in unison.

Nodding, Inuyasha turned again and continued where they'd left off, heading towards his car. The others, quickly regaining their bearings, followed him to their ride.

'Myouga-jiji warned me about this…'

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