InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strike a Pose ❯ Did You Forget, Inuyasha? ( Chapter 21 )

Did You Forget, Inuyasha?

Kagome and Rin peered at the spectacle that called itself Inuyasha as he ate them out of house and home from his reclined position on the sofa in their living room.

“That's his third bag of popcorn,” Rin confided in a whisper.

“Pig,” Kagome grumbled, “he'll just throw up, it's fine.”

“He's gonna be sick?” Rin asked softly watching as he emptied the dregs of the bag into his black hole-like mouth.

“Probably, and it's no one's fault but his own,” Kagome schooled her cousin seriously as she pulled her maths book from her bag with a flourish. “He can pig-out and make himself sick, but some of us need to study.” She paused for a moment to consider the front cover of her maths book mournfully. “Is Sesshoumaru home yet?”

“Yeah!” Rin chirped “he said he came home without you `cause Inuyasha was being a moron.”

“Yeah,” Kagome grinned conspiratorially, “he does that a lot. But now that he's home I can bully him into helping me with maths!”

Now, never let it be said that Inuyasha didn't notice things that were, in actual fact, right under his nose. He was, after all, Inu and therefore had a highly developed, keen sense of smell that meant he could hunt down his precious ramen no matter where it was hiding from him. No, the problem was not his nose, the problem seemed to be with his memory.

It had been marked in the calendar for weeks.

School had issued them with warnings upon warnings.

But he'd forgotten. Or maybe he'd repressed the terrifying notion of what was to come.

But certain facts revealed themselves to him with blinding obviousness.

Sesshoumaru was sat at the table next to Kagome, whose maths books were sprawled out across the table; calmly and matter-of-factly teaching her the delights of surds and integers. Kikyo sat across the table from them, a veritable monolith of a French dictionary open in front of her as she cursed in French under her breath, her pen working overtime across the paper.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked, scooping a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

They all looked at him, their expressions ranging from disbelief to resigned disdain.

“Um, Inuyasha, the tests are next week,” Kikyo reminded him softly, “We're studying.”

Golden eyes grew wide and his jaw grew slack, the small amount of cereal and milk he'd had in his mouth dribbled out of the side of his mouth.

Kagome cautiously pulled herself out of the chair and walked up to him. Pacing around the stunned, unresponsive, Hanyou like a hawk stalking its prey she came to a stop in front of his face and waved a hand in front of his eyes.

“Is he dead?” she asked.

“No, just stupid,” Sesshoumaru muttered caustically, his pencil tapping the table impatiently.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked, “Inuyasha! Ramen!”

No response.

“Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru melted your TV.”

Nothing.

“Inuyasha, you're on fire!”

No response... yet again.

“Inuyasha! Kikyo's naked!”

“Kagome!” Kikyo blushed several shades of red.

“What?” Inuyasha asked dreamily, seemingly to waking from his stupor.

Kagome grinned in a Cheshire cat manner at Sesshoumaru who crooked a brow. “Seems the way to a pervert's heart is through the object of his affections,” Kagome mused.

Kikyo faux-punched her twin lightly on her arm.

“What?” Inuyasha snapped irately.

“Nothing,” Kagome hummed innocently, picking up her maths book and closing it with a snap, “so, now that you realise you're doomed, what're you going to do?” she asked rapping him on the head with her textbook.

The look of abject horror said it all.

Kagome stretched her arms out above her head sinuously as she exited the exam room with Inuyasha. She thought the test had gone well but she'd always been good at English as opposed to maths, her hated subject.

Inuyasha followed behind the contented Kagome, wavering with every step like some kind of trauma victim that had gone into shock.

Sesshoumaru had met them outside the classroom. “I take it from the expression on the whelp's face that he didn't fare well?”

Kagome spared a glance over her shoulder at the comatose puppy and giggled.

“I don't know, but I do remember that, at one point he smacked his head down onto the table and gave up.”

“Fool,” Sesshoumaru smacked Inuyasha hard and the Hanyou stumbled out of his coma in time to try and beat his brother up.

Kagome watched wryly as Inuyasha tried to beat the crap out of Sesshoumaru, only succeeding in getting the crap beat out of him instead.

“Don't break the school you two!”

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The results were in. Inuyasha had been pried from the house that morning, both Sesshoumaru and Kagome employing drastic actions to get him out of the house. But now, as they trundled down the linoleum, their shoes squeaking against it, Inuyasha resembled a prisoner being led to face his firing squad.

Kagome had captured one of his arms and was forcibly dragging him along the corridor; a determined expression flitting across her features.

Sesshoumaru, having already seen that he had placed first in his year, which he had taken within his smug stride, escorted them also. Wanting to see the Hanyou's failure with his own eyes.

The scores had been taped up to the walls in the corridors, a visible proclamation of either success or failure to whomever wished to glance upon them.

Kagome gasped when she saw her name “Twentieth!” she exulted happily, Sesshoumaru, who had been reading over her shoulder, quirked a brow.

“Well, who knew you were smart,” he asked wryly.

She glowered at him. “You trying to say I'm stupid?”

“Never,” he promised, ruffling her hair in a patronising manner.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome inquired, noticing the way the Hanyou lingered at the other end of the board.

“He came hundredth,” Sesshoumaru scoffed, his enhanced eyesight enabling him to see over the length of the corridor.

“Ouch,” Kagome muttered, “did he accidentally get dropped on his head when he was a kid?”

“No,” Sesshoumaru's face twisted into a deviant grin, “It was never on accident that I dropped him.”

Kagome blinked up at the male next to her. “You cruel, cruel brother.” She mused, all the while hoping he'd been joking. It was kind of hard to tell with Sesshoumaru.

“It was not cruelty,” Sesshoumaru scoffed, “I was trying to ascertain his endurance levels.”

Kagome prodded him in the temple and when he turned annoyed golden eyes to meet hers, said “You're really weird, you know that?”

“Hn, I am not the one who watches cartoons upside down on the sofa, how old are you by the way?”

Just down the corridor from the quarrelling couple, something sunk into the Hanyou's brains and the school children around him jumped away in fright as he dropped to his knees and screamed.

“I didn't beat Kouga?”

“At least he's got his priorities straight,” Kagome deadpanned.

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