InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Difference Between Time and Distance: A Sesshoumaru Tale ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

 

 

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The Difference Between Time and Distance: A Sesshoumaru Tale

By: emeraldoni

 

The girl tensed as her enemy came at her. Their eyes glittered maliciously, keeping stolid in their defensive stance. The brown haired teen shifted her weapon to her other hand. Her muscles breathed and contracted as they both came at one another.

 

This was it, the moment of truth. One would come out a winner, victorious, and the other would lose. They growled, and muttered something unintelligible, and she became the wind. Her legs spread and picked up, and she was past them.

 

A laugh bubble up in her throat as she shot at the goal. She was paused at the sound of a loud congratulatory voice.

 

“Good job Aya! You've improved quite a bit! You could barely tell your not ambidextrous!”

 

Aya straitened up, letting the lacrosse (*1) stick (*2) swing at her side, then lifting her eye cage (*3).

 

“Thanks, I've been practicing more than usual.”

 

Aya's couch, a smaller lady in her mid thirties, nodded, then turned her attention to another group of players. Her hair, which went just past her shoulders, was pulled tightly into a shiny black ponytail. She was quite pretty, in a dainty type of way. If you didn't know her, you'd think she would be a petite, sweet little house wife.

 

Of course looks can be deceiving. She is tough, scary tough. She may be about a foot shorter than me, but she could kick my ass any day. She was a pretty hardcore lacrosse player; one Aya could never compete with.

 

Aya turned and ran back to the line, waiting to go up against my next opponent. She had never expected there to be lacrosse in Japan. Ayame hadn't even considered playing it; it seemed like an American thing. But then when looking at the list of clubs, she saw the enticing option of playing lacrosse. She would have rather played soccer, but Aya was not that talented. Mostly she joined to stay in some semblance of good physical shape.

 

Living alone gives you a lot of work, but not chores that really strained her. She found my hardest job to be pulling the sheets of my bed.

 

So signed she up, and found herself in a small group of girls who cared for the sport more than her. Aya also found herself to be the biggest of the girls. Aya was not really above average height-wise, but all the girls were so small. She'd also given up my dream of finding a decent guy. Looking down at him sort of loses any romance that would otherwise exist. Not that it would happen anyway, but a girl can always dream.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a screech tearing at her ears, “Ayame! Ayame Takashi!”

 

Aya turned to the voice, once again lifting her eye cage. A girl ran up to her as she saw Aya react—it had been fairly easy to spot the foreigner with odd looks—and handed me a note.

 

“They want to see you in the main office; I'm not sure what about though.”

 

Ayame smiled at her, but it looked odd. Her mouth piece (*4) was too big for me, and felt as if a huge orange slice was stuffed into her mouth. It must have looked that way too, because the girl stared pointedly at her mouth, smiled as if Aya was five and mentally handicapped, then skittered away.

 

After a few moments she opened the piece of paper too see a scrawling about—you guessed it—meeting in the main office. She informed the coach, who shooed me away distractedly, then jogged my way into the large school.

 

 

“Takashi-san, we've been looking over your grades lately. You're doing fairly well, considering your situation.”

 

Ayame was sitting in an office, the headmaster's office to be exact. He sat across from her, a polished wooden desk between them. In his aged hands rested a few papers, which Aya assumed to be something of hers. His eyes scrutinized the girl, especially her mussed up appearance. Coming from practice doesn't exactly leave players all flowery and nice. Ayame sweated, quite a bit, and her hair was always flying out every which way. His study of her left her uncomfortable.

 

She felt compelled to excuse herself, “Forgive me, Musashi sensei, I just came from lacrosse practice.”

 

The older, obese man nodded, his eyes once again lowered to the piece of paper.

 

“You are adjusting well. Your grades are good, though I fear you need to work a little on you understanding of the Japanese language. That is only to be expected, but your other classes—math, history, science—all acceptable. More than acceptable, which is why we wish to ask something of you.

 

Ayame nodded in understanding. The principal proceeded.

 

“Since you're in high school now, we wish you to set a good example for the younger students. There is one student in particular who've we found to be having troubles in school. She's in a junior high, a fourteen year old, and a very sickly girl. Because of all of her absences, she has fallen behind.” Aya twitched, not caring for the direction this one sided conversation was leading, “we feel that she would benefit from having an older student tutor her.”

 

“But Musashi sensei,” Ayame spoke up nervously, “I'm still unaccustomed here, are you sure I would be the best one to do this?”

 

“I am sure,” he said sternly, “that you will to a wonderful—and willing—job. You will perfect you speaking skills, while the girl will catch up with her class.”

 

“Yes, sensei.”

 

“Good. The girl will meet with you after school tomorrow. Her name is Kagome Higurashi; I hope you will get along well. Speak to her about what she needs to focus on.” He glanced down, “you are dismissed.”

 

Aya left silently. She didn't show it, but to searching eyes, they would discover her unhappiness with situations.

 

Why do I have to do this? She thought, don't I get any choice?

 

The meeting had gone long enough that practice had ended. Ayame gather her stuff and headed home. it felt as though her heart had been pinned to a wall the beat with a rolling pin. To put it simply, she didn't was to do that. Aya knew she wasn't that great at school; she only passed by being a crammer. The night before the test she would memorize everything, then forget it as soon as the pencil left the offensive test paper.

 

She barely understood elementary math, but now she had to teach at a middle school level, along with other assorted subjects that she had no idea about. She aggravated over how she was supposed to teach Japanese history when she had only lived there for a few months, but that problem would have to be left for later.

 

After a walk home in tense silence, Ayame reached her little apartment. The plus side of being in Japan was that she could live alone at this age. Her relatives supplied her with the money to live, and she focused on her studies. It was a simple arrangement, they didn't really want another child on there hands anyway.

 

Ayame released another inconclusive sigh as she shut the door behind her. Her small home consisted to of a living room/kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. It was small, but cozy. Over the short time she had lived there, Aya had become quite attached to the place.

 

She sat down at the flimsy little table, setting her bag and lacrosse gear next to her. Her muscles slowly unwound as she found herself in a more comfortable setting.

 

Ayame scanned the paper in front of her. It stated the time and place where she would meet the girl

 

Kagome Higurashi…she thought.

 

This was defiantly going to be an uncomfortable experience.

 

Foot Notes:

 

1-lacrosse- a sport that is not that common. It consists of 12 players on the field, each carrying a stick. It is similar to soccer, where whoever scores the most goals wins. The balls are about the size of a baseball, and are very painful (much denser and heavier).

 

2-stick- there are a few different types. The type used in here was an attack stick. The handle is about a meter long, and is normally metal. The head is where the ball is contained, it consists of a net weaved in an intricate form.

 

3-eye cage- all players (for female) have to wear this for protection (the ball is really painful, like I said). It covers the eyes, with a strap that goes behind the head. Mainly metal wire covers your face.

 

4-mouth piece- all the players also have to wear a mouth piece. The type depends on the classification of the sport. For this story it will be just a simple upper jaw one. The mouth piece is welded to the shape of the teeth with hot water. It's really uncomfortable without that procedure.

 

* If you have more questions, ask them in the review, I will try to answer them in the future. Please rate and message, I'll try to get the next part out soon.