InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Screen Names ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 5 )

The Meeting

 

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The school day passed so slowly, Kagome was positive that the clocks were running backwards. While it was true that she wasn't exactly happy about meeting those guys, she was pretty excited about watching her rented movies with her best buds, and whenever she had something exciting to look forward to, school seemed even more dragged out.

In only a few more hours her friends would come over to her house. She would just have to survive through the whole evening, and then it would be Saturday. She strained against letting out another sigh into the stifling air of the classroom, and forced her gaze away from the clock, and instead at the teacher. Was it STILL fourth period? She had already gone over this stupid lesson in the fifth grade.

Finally the teacher dismissed the class, and Kagome rushed for the cafeteria. At least at lunch she could talk with Sango. Sometimes the food was even a little decent.

Luck was with her: Sango was as talkative as ever, and the food was actually edible. Luck was against her: There weren't two empty seats in the cafeteria. The only seats that were available were the seats by the preps, and the seats next to the boys.

“Well, I guess that we could sit with the boys. At least they're better than sitting next to Kikyo and her gang.”

As Kagome resigned to her fate, she wondered why the world had something against her.

“Have you noticed, Sango, that we migrate around the whole cafeteria? Just once I would like to have a spot all to ourselves.”

“That would be cool. Only problem is we're not in a group or clique. We can't just claim a spot in the cafeteria. Remember the time when we were so desperate to get away from Kikyo, that we asked if we could sit at the silent lunch table?”

“Yeah, too bad that the teacher wouldn't allow it. Your right, but I still wish things were different.”

So saying, they reached the table, and took a seat. As soon as they sat down, so did another boy with long silver hair. The other boys looked at him, and moved away as if he were contaminated with The Plague. Kagome wondered why. He seemed to be a normal person, even though the hair and the golden eyes were a bit strange. He didn't look geeky or retarded, and, actually, looked almost handsome. He was muscled and slightly tanned, and had a pleasant face. Yet everyone except for Sango and her averted their gaze.

“Drifters?” he questioned, looking at them hesitantly.

“Yes, I'm afraid so.” He nodded knowingly, and gave them a small smirk.

“Hey, InuYasha! Oh, and Sango, too?” A voice came from across the cafeteria. The silver-haired boy looked up and his face brightened a little.

“Hey Miroku.”

Sango looked up from her lunch, which she had been picking at, and looked at the new occupant of the table.

“Miroku!” she squealed. She stood up and rushed to him. He looked vaguely amused, and although the other students in the cafeteria, particularly the females, ignored his presence, he didn't look unhappy or withdrawn at all. And he looked quite pleased to see Sango coming towards him. But instead of hugging him she gave him a loud smack upside the head, which was clearly heard throughout the vicinity.

“You jerk, how come you were sick enough to stay home from school, and not even answer your own phone, but your well enough to get on the computer, and IM me saying that you might bring a friend of yours to Kagome's on Saturday?!”

“Now, now, Sango, there is no need to get upset. I was sick with a severe cold, and one of the symptoms of my cold medicine was drowsiness. I was obviously asleep when you called, and since I'm a deep sleeper, I didn't hear the phone. And Mu'ushin was probably out getting himself a beer or something, so I wasn't even aware that you had called. We don't even have an answering machine. I was, however, feeling better yesterday evening, so I received you e-mail, and I was well enough to IM you and InuYasha. Speaking of which, I would like to introduce you to my friend.” Miroku pointed to the boy with silver hair.

“InuYasha this is Sango, and Sango this is InuYasha. Now Sango, would you please do me the honor of introducing your attractive looking friend?”

“ Oh, right. Everyone, this is my best bud, Kagome. It's her house we're going over to on Saturday.”

Kagome felt six eyes stare at her, and began to feel self-conscious. She looked down into her lap and thought about Miroku and InuYasha. She had never even seen them in school before, but she had heard awful rumors about both of them. InuYasha was said to not even be human, just left on the doorstep of someone's home. He was supposedly related to the rich businessman Sesshomaru Taiyoukai, but everyone said that the only reason Mr. Taiyoukai kept him in his house was because InuYasha did labor for him, and was his personal servant. InuYasha was also considered to be gay, because of his long hair, and because one time someone said they saw him carrying a diary “like some sissy girl”. The InuYasha that sat in front of Kagome didn't look gay or inhuman. He looked like the average teenager, with only a few small exceptions.

Miroku was a different story. Rumors had been spread about him too, only they seemed to be partly true. He was a total pervert. Every girl in the school knew this much: stay away from Miroku, unless you want to be groped. Sango had said some pretty nice things about him though, and, come to think of it, the groping incidents had seemed to go down ever since she and him had started going out.

“Hey, Sango, how did you meet Miroku?” Kagome was curious about her friend and her boyfriend, and since Sango dropped very few hints about her relationship, Kagome had to pry the details from her. Surprisingly it was Miroku who answered.

“You see, Kagome, it had been a really tough day for Sango, and she was ready to just collapse. I was passing in the crowded hallways, and I accidentally bumped into Sango, which knocked her books out of her grasp. She bent down, trying to pick them up, and I joined her, apologizing, and offering to see her safely to her class. She seemed skeptical after she recognized who I was, but she allowed me to walk with her. We struck up a conversation, and well, one thing led to another, and here we are, boyfriend and girlfriend.” Just then Sango suddenly stiffened, and Kagome swore that she had begun to shake.

“You never learn, do you?! PERVERT!” and with that Sango slapped him.

“ WHEN WILL YOU STOP GROPING ME?!” she shouted, but before she could stomp off in a huff, Miroku grabbed her hand in an effort to stop her.

“Please don't be angry, dear Sango, I simply couldn't resist your loveliness any longer.” Kagome watched the pair in amusement. Were they always like this?

“Keh, stupid perv.” Kagome froze at his words, was it just her, or were those words eerily familiar. Whoa, déjà vu! How could that be familiar, I've never even met him before. She looked at InuYasha curiously.

“What are YOU looking at, wench?” Now he DEFINITELY sounded familiar. Could he possibly be…..

“Hey, losers!” said an all too smug voice. Kikyo. That snotty little bitch, what does she want now?

“We just wanted to say, thanks Sango, for not letting Kelly copy your notes in class.” Sango looked really short tempered, as if she would burst out at the annoying prep.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. A little rat, and her pack as well.”

“Buzz off, Higurashi. I don't need your mouth right now. And your one to talk, hanging out with gays and perverts. You really have sunk low, even for your standards.” At Kikyo's words, InuYasha stood up, and his impressive height rose above the others. A low growling came from the back of his throat, as if he were some type of dog, threatening its prey. He cracked his knuckles fiercely, and glared at the pesty girls.

“Listen, I'm all for freedom of speech, but if you don't hightail it out of here, I'll be forced to take action.” InuYasha's impressive height almost seemed to grow, and his body language said loudly “Come any closer, and perish.”
Kikyo wasn't exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but she knew that if she stuck around any longer, she would become as pulpy as the orange juice that sat on Kagome's tray. So mustering her last bit of dignity, she stalked off.

Close call. If InuYasha hadn't helped, Sango would've caused a scene….again. That's the third time this month she's bothered us.

“Um, Sango, are you alright?” Miroku hovered anxiously over the angered girl, who was taking in slow, deep breaths.

“I'm fine, but I really hate that bitch. She just makes me wanna kill anything within range!” Sango's face slowly lost its red coloring. As she calmed herself, InuYasha flopped down into his seat.

“The feeling's mutual.” He snarled, looking not too good himself. “That ass-wipe's been dropping insults around me all year, and although I've made several threats around her, she STILL doesn't bug off. Its only a matter of time before I slug her a good one.”

As the group finished their food, the bell rang, and the mob of people rose from their seats, and ran for the door. Kagome gathered up her books and stuff, and looked across the cafeteria. Standing there, with a menacing look in her eyes, was none other than Kikyo and her lackeys. Judging by the evil eye that they were giving her, Kagome knew that the battle was far from over. And her enemy would show no mercy.