InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Student Teacher Relations ❯ Chapter 4

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Student Teacher Relations

Chapter 4

"Inuyasha, are you ok?" Miroku asked, concern etched on his face. The chemistry teacher's eyes were trained on his laptop, but he had a glazed, far-off expression - not unlike that of some students. His right hand was resting on the keys, only typing in a word every few minutes or so. The other hand was occupied in sopping up ketchup onto a cold French fry - like it had been for the last ten minutes. His untouched hamburger was cold and the mint chocolate chip shake had turned to soup.

Inuyasha's only response to Miroku's question was a grunt. The Religious Theory teacher decided to change tactics.

"Inuyasha, your head is on fire." No response. "There is a monkey dressed in drag, doing the tango on your food."

"I'm sure she's very pretty Miroku…" Inuyasha drawled without taking his eyes from the computer screen. Miroku gave a long suffered sigh before reaching across the table and smacking his friend upside the head. Inuyasha started and smacked Miroku's hand away.

"What the hell was that for?!" Inuyasha snapped.

"Yash, we've been sitting here for almost an hour. Your burger is cold, you have drowned that poor fry, your shake has melted, and if you don't type faster that test is never going to get made. To top it off you haven't heard a word I've said."

"Bull shit!" Inuyasha retorted, snatching his shake off the table and defiantly taking a gulp. Miroku watched as his friend coughed and sputtered, having shot a chocolate chip into the back of his throat.

"Really…" Miroku narrowed his eyes incredulously. "Then tell me, what was the last thing I said?" He could not keep the smile off his face as he saw the familiar clouded look come over his friend's face. Some things never changed, it was the same look he always had in school when he was trying to think of a BS answer.

"It was something about a pretty girl. You know I tune out your lecherous remarks." Inuyasha replied smugly.

"Actually, I told you there was a monkey in drag dancing in your food." Inuyasha looked away with a snort. "Cut the crap, Yash. I've known you since before we could talk and I know when you have something on your mind. Now spill it!"

"Feh! It's none of your business."

"Did the girl not like the flowers?" Miroku ventured.

"She liked them fine." He crossed his arms. Miroku pursed his lips; there were few things that could get under his friend's skin. All he had to do was figure out which one was making his hackles rise.

"Is your mom ok?"

"She sounded fine yesterday when I talked to her."

"Is it your brother then?"

"Sesshoumaru can go fuck himself." Miroku sighed; racking his brain for anything that could make Inuyasha so upset.

"Was it that student that ran from you in the hallway?" He asked, expecting to be told off.

She ran from me, like she was afraid of me. What did I do? I've never given her a reason to be frightened. I wonder what got her so upset? Maybe I should call her or… no I can't. That could get us both in a lot of trouble…

I hate this! It's not fair! I finally find a girl that likes me for me and not who my dad is, and she turns out to be my fucking student! What did I ever do to deserve this!

Miroku watched with mild interest as the different emotions raced across Inuyasha's face. Depression, disbelief, anger, and finally settling into his famous scowl. Honestly, Miroku had been trying to lighten the mood so Inuyasha would let down his guard. But it seemed he inadvertently hit the nail on the head.

"What did you do to her?" Miroku tried to keep his voice even, despite the mild panic that was rising in his chest. When Inuyasha remained silent, the panic went up another notch.

"Can we go somewhere else to talk about this?" The chemistry teacher's voice was low and he would not meet his friend's eyes as he gathered his things. Without a word Miroku stood up and moved to the door. Inuyasha followed behind keeping his eyes firmly on the back of Miroku's head. Their lunch lay forgotten on the table. They climbed into Miroku's car and pulled out of the parking lot. Miroku turned towards Inuyasha's apartment, knowing that he would feel more comfortable there and thus more willing to talk. The trip was made in complete silence.

"What did you do?" Miroku repeated firmly as he sat on the chair across from Inuyasha. His friend took an excessive amount of time getting comfortable on the couch. Miroku waited as patiently as he could, knowing Inuyasha would talk when he was ready, and only when he was ready. That knowledge did not calm him much. He knew his friend had a temper, and a short fuse to go with it, but he had never lashed out without provocation.

"Her name is Kagome," He said after a long pause, "and I… I… slept with her."

"You what?" Miroku choked. "When? Where? Why? You could lose your job over this! That doesn't explain why she ran from… you didn't… force her… did you?" Miroku was actually relieved when Inuyasha smacked him in the head.

"I did not rape her! It was consensual, and before you ask, yes she is legal! What kind of pervert do you take me for?" Miroku sighed as he rubbed his head.

"That's good to hear, but it doesn't explain why she ran from you?" The Religious Theory teacher watched as Inuyasha deflated like a balloon.

"I don't know why she ran. I'd just talked to her in class a few minutes before hand and she seemed fine." Inuyasha stared out the window with an unfocused gaze.

"How about you start at the beginning." Miroku suggested, "Maybe there is a clue somewhere along the way." Inuyasha did not reply immediately, continuing to stare out the window and gather his thoughts.

"You remember when we went to the club about two weeks before school started to 'relax' as you put it." Miroku nodded, "I met her there, we danced, had a few drinks, she had cola if you are curious, and exchanged numbers. We saw each other a few times over the following week and she ended up in my bed before the week was out. Then, she had to go and be in my class. We kinda broke up. I mean we still want to see each other and agreed not to see anyone else, but we aren't exactly seeing each other either." Miroku was silent, trying to soak up the information. Inuyasha was still not looking at him.

"If you did not sleep with her while she was your student, or did not know at the time she would be your student, then I don't think you can get in any trouble. Provided, of course, that you are not playing favorites to her. You haven't done any of that have you?" Inuyasha thought about his answer very carefully. If he told Miroku the truth then he would be label as well. Miroku had been his friend for as long as he could remember, and Inuyasha did not want his friend to loose his job for the mistakes he had made.

"No, I haven't done any of that." Miroku studied his friend's profile. He knew Inuyasha was lying to him, he knew because of the way his friends eyes glazed slightly, just like when he BS'ed an answer. That made his stomach turn. But in a way he was rather grateful.

"You're right, I should not know the answer to that question." Inuyasha's head snapped around and their eyes met for the first time. They understood what went unspoken. Inuyasha's eyes slid to the floor.

"Miroku…"

"Don't." Miroku said firmly, "If you don't tell me, then I can say I honestly did not know." Inuyasha nodded. "Is she the one you sent flowers to?" Inuyasha nodded again. "Is she in any of my classes?" Inuyasha shook his head, and Miroku relaxed a bit. "What were the flowers for?"

"I stuck my foot in my mouth." Miroku nodded, Inuyasha was good at that.

"Sooo," Miroku drawled, leaning back in his chair, "Was she good?" Inuyasha took a swing at him as he laughed.

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Kago me sat in the small den, the glow of the TV the only light. Sango had left an hour ago to take her younger brother to a baseball game. Kagome tried to concentrate on her favorite anime. It was even her favorite episode, yet her eyes kept drifting to the phone. The piece of cream-colored plastic reflected the cool light of the TV as innocently as moonlight on a pond.

She swallowed hard. The look of hurt she had seen only a moment before she bolted away was still fresh in her mind. She had not meant to run from him, it had just been a moment of panic. He was probably still wondering what happened.

Kagome reached for the phone, then stopped. She could not just call him. Students don't call their teachers just to chat. Biting her lip she lifted the receiver.

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Inuyasha had just succeeded in pinning Miroku to the ground when the phone rang. He ignored it, opting to watch his friend struggle and let the answering machine pick up.

"Talk to me…hey, can you hold on a minute…Just kidding. I'm not here right now, but if you'll leave your name and number I'll get back to you." Beep.

"This is Ka- Higurashi. I'm having a problem… with my homework. I was wondering if I could come by before class tomorrow and talk to you. My number is 555-4862 if that isn't a good time."

Inuyasha had gone completely still, giving Miroku the chance that he needed to squirm away. The Religious Theory teacher straightened his clothes and swept his unkempt hair, normally kept in a neat ponytail, out of his face. His dignity gathered; Miroku turned back to his friend.

"Well, Casanova, what are you going to do next?"