InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughtful Misconceptions ❯ Finally, Senior Year ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ayita 
They start out their Senior year with high hopes for a good time. Quick note: This story does end up being Inu/Kagome and a Kagura/Sesshy fan fiction. I like things canon. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the sweet stuff.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2005 | Updated On: 12.27.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 282 | Status: Work In Progress
They start out their Senior year with high hopes for a good time. Quick note: This story does end up being Inu/Kagome and a Kagura/Sesshy fan fiction. I like things canon. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the sweet stuff.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2005 | Updated On: 12.27.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 282 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Inuyasha but I do have a rather attractive key chain and a really pretty poster of Sesshoumaru my Korean friend bought me.
`Finally, Senior Year'
Pale hands slipped behind her long black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a look of contentment passed over her usually cool features. Maybe it the beautiful sunny day that brightened the entire lounge area. Or maybe it was the fact that it was the beginning of their senior year.
“I hate this stupid class.” Inuyasha grumbled, bent on taking his frustration out on the inanimate by jamming his finger down on the buttons of calculator.
Kagura leaned over to peer at the book that was spread out over the table he and Kagura were occupying. “X equals 10.” Kagura said smugly, sitting back once again.
“Listen, Miss `I took this class my freshman year because I'm some sort of math freak because they performed freaky experiments on me as a child', some of us aren't as gifted as you are.”
Kagura tried to look offended and failed. “Excuse me but they never did any experiments on me.” She pulled out her script and started leafing through it. “Plus I took geometry my sophomore year.”
Inuyasha stared at her for a second. Blink. Another second. Blink. “Shut up.” With that he gathered his books and dumped them into his bag. “I'm going to class.”
Kagura watched him sulk away, she really did try to help him but he got mad at her most of the time, even when she wasn't being smug about it. He had almost as much pride as her, which isn't a surprise since they grew up together. She had always been his rock when things were going rotten for him. His father died when he was too young to understand and she could remember when Inuyasha told her his mom was dead, too. They had been so young, way too young to truly understand. They became best friends soon after that.
His life had always been rough and Kagura had always been there till a girl named Kikyo replaced her for a little while. It was a year ago when she appeared in the picture and Inuyasha had fallen in love. It been all right `till Kikyo broke his heart and Kagura could still remember the night perfectly. Inuyasha had snuck into her room through the window, waking her at about midnight. He cried to her for the second time in their short lives and then kissed her…
Kagura shook her head as if shaking away the memories. That night was not a mistake to her, never a mistake, more like a quiet memory that she only thought about when she had to. It had been almost three months ago and nothing had changed between them and Yasha soon got over Kikyo.
Kagura sighed, `Summertime left them all with their stories'. She rose stuffing her script into her back pocket, pulling her schedule out at the same time.
Physics.
Pale hands slipped behind her long black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a look of contentment passed over her usually cool features. Maybe it the beautiful sunny day that brightened the entire lounge area. Or maybe it was the fact that it was the beginning of their senior year.
“I hate this stupid class.” Inuyasha grumbled, bent on taking his frustration out on the inanimate by jamming his finger down on the buttons of calculator.
Kagura leaned over to peer at the book that was spread out over the table he and Kagura were occupying. “X equals 10.” Kagura said smugly, sitting back once again.
“Listen, Miss `I took this class my freshman year because I'm some sort of math freak because they performed freaky experiments on me as a child', some of us aren't as gifted as you are.”
Kagura tried to look offended and failed. “Excuse me but they never did any experiments on me.” She pulled out her script and started leafing through it. “Plus I took geometry my sophomore year.”
Inuyasha stared at her for a second. Blink. Another second. Blink. “Shut up.” With that he gathered his books and dumped them into his bag. “I'm going to class.”
Kagura watched him sulk away, she really did try to help him but he got mad at her most of the time, even when she wasn't being smug about it. He had almost as much pride as her, which isn't a surprise since they grew up together. She had always been his rock when things were going rotten for him. His father died when he was too young to understand and she could remember when Inuyasha told her his mom was dead, too. They had been so young, way too young to truly understand. They became best friends soon after that.
His life had always been rough and Kagura had always been there till a girl named Kikyo replaced her for a little while. It was a year ago when she appeared in the picture and Inuyasha had fallen in love. It been all right `till Kikyo broke his heart and Kagura could still remember the night perfectly. Inuyasha had snuck into her room through the window, waking her at about midnight. He cried to her for the second time in their short lives and then kissed her…
Kagura shook her head as if shaking away the memories. That night was not a mistake to her, never a mistake, more like a quiet memory that she only thought about when she had to. It had been almost three months ago and nothing had changed between them and Yasha soon got over Kikyo.
Kagura sighed, `Summertime left them all with their stories'. She rose stuffing her script into her back pocket, pulling her schedule out at the same time.
Physics.
The evil word jumped out at her as she looked at the paper in her hand. Kagura groaned aloud, how she hated this class.
“Bad first block?”
“Aaagh” Kagura jumped and whirled on her assailant. “Oh. Hi, Sango. Yea, I have physics.”
Sango laughed. “Sounds like fun. Glad I'm still in Biology.”
”Well, sugar, I've been putting it off as long as I can but you can't stop the inevitable.”
“Yes you can. Just stop being smart.”
Kagura didn't want to do it but she had to. She was doing the Inuyasha stare. Pause. Blink. Another pause. One more blink. Well, it was either that or strangle Sango and murder was messy. “Never mind. What's your second block?”
“Ummm…” Sango mumbled searching her pockets. “A ha. It seems I have College Writing.”
“Oh, thank god. I'm in there, too. I thought I was only going to have a class with Inuyasha.”
They reached the door to Kagura's class. “Yea, well, it should be an interesting class.”
Kagura's hand froze on the doorknob. “Why is that?”
Sango grimaced. “Miroku's in that class, too.” She shrugged, turning on a heel and walked away.
Kagura resisted the urge to slam her head into the door.
“Bad first block?”
“Aaagh” Kagura jumped and whirled on her assailant. “Oh. Hi, Sango. Yea, I have physics.”
Sango laughed. “Sounds like fun. Glad I'm still in Biology.”
”Well, sugar, I've been putting it off as long as I can but you can't stop the inevitable.”
“Yes you can. Just stop being smart.”
Kagura didn't want to do it but she had to. She was doing the Inuyasha stare. Pause. Blink. Another pause. One more blink. Well, it was either that or strangle Sango and murder was messy. “Never mind. What's your second block?”
“Ummm…” Sango mumbled searching her pockets. “A ha. It seems I have College Writing.”
“Oh, thank god. I'm in there, too. I thought I was only going to have a class with Inuyasha.”
They reached the door to Kagura's class. “Yea, well, it should be an interesting class.”
Kagura's hand froze on the doorknob. “Why is that?”
Sango grimaced. “Miroku's in that class, too.” She shrugged, turning on a heel and walked away.
Kagura resisted the urge to slam her head into the door.
Somehow first block went by without incident. Thank god for small favors. She just couldn't grasp how you could make such a complicated class about something like physics. Everything that goes up must come down. There you go that's gravity. That's half of physics already.
She took a peek at her watch as she walked toward her second block. Two more blocks till lunch and she could rant to Yasha about the injustice of high school. She smiled to herself as she made her way to Mr. Harris's room. Although it seemed some annoying sap on bent knee was occupying the door.
“My dear lady, I have been traveling the world looking for a woman of your beauty and grace. Your very presence makes me feel as if I am in the presence of a goddess.”
Sadly, the dear lady was blushing and giggling, believing every word that dribbled out of his two-faced mouth.
“Madame, I would be honored if you would be my date this Saturday night. I would truly be grateful.”
“Well, I don't know what to say. I barely know you.”
“How about `no' for starters.” Kagura said interrupting the ditzy girl's acceptance speech.
The girl looked at her surprised, “Excuse me, but he was talking to me.”
Kagura slapped on a fake grin and a cheery voice, “I'm sorry, sweetheart, but didn't he tell you. He's got a baby at home and he ain't helping me take care of poor Matthew.”
The girl looked really surprised for a moment. Then she made a noise that could only be described as `harrumph', turned on a heel and walked away.
The alleged daddy looked up at Kagura with a look of dismay. “Kagura, I had her right where I wanted her. Why exactly did you have to go and do that?”
She reached down her hand to help him off his knees. “Because Miroku, I enjoy your pain and misery.” She paused watching him dust himself off. “Next time I'm going to come up screaming `that's my baby's daddy, girl. You best back off.'”
“You wouldn't.” He tried to say it matter-of-factly but it came out as more of a question.
Kagura laughed, “No, Miroku, I wouldn't. I don't want rumors like that going around about me. Unless, of course, I just said it was my cousin's baby and not mine at all. Then you would suffer and no one would think I slept with you.”
“Oh come on, Kagura, wouldn't you love for people to think you had a chance with me. It's something not many can say.”
“Thanks for the offer but I'll pass. I have to get to class.” Just as the words left her mouth, the bell rang. She groaned and snuck into the door with Miroku tagging close behind. Luckily, Mr. Harris was currently occupied with writing something that probably wasn't very interesting on the board. But since fate was set against her today, he turned just before her and Miroku had reached their desks.
“Ms. Ono, would you like to explain to me why you and Mr. Youto are late for my class again.”
Defiantly a command not a question, Kagura moved to answer but Miroku interrupted her. “Why, Mr. Harris, you can not ignore the passions of youth. Kagura and I were merely expressing our feelings for one another.”
She took a peek at her watch as she walked toward her second block. Two more blocks till lunch and she could rant to Yasha about the injustice of high school. She smiled to herself as she made her way to Mr. Harris's room. Although it seemed some annoying sap on bent knee was occupying the door.
“My dear lady, I have been traveling the world looking for a woman of your beauty and grace. Your very presence makes me feel as if I am in the presence of a goddess.”
Sadly, the dear lady was blushing and giggling, believing every word that dribbled out of his two-faced mouth.
“Madame, I would be honored if you would be my date this Saturday night. I would truly be grateful.”
“Well, I don't know what to say. I barely know you.”
“How about `no' for starters.” Kagura said interrupting the ditzy girl's acceptance speech.
The girl looked at her surprised, “Excuse me, but he was talking to me.”
Kagura slapped on a fake grin and a cheery voice, “I'm sorry, sweetheart, but didn't he tell you. He's got a baby at home and he ain't helping me take care of poor Matthew.”
The girl looked really surprised for a moment. Then she made a noise that could only be described as `harrumph', turned on a heel and walked away.
The alleged daddy looked up at Kagura with a look of dismay. “Kagura, I had her right where I wanted her. Why exactly did you have to go and do that?”
She reached down her hand to help him off his knees. “Because Miroku, I enjoy your pain and misery.” She paused watching him dust himself off. “Next time I'm going to come up screaming `that's my baby's daddy, girl. You best back off.'”
“You wouldn't.” He tried to say it matter-of-factly but it came out as more of a question.
Kagura laughed, “No, Miroku, I wouldn't. I don't want rumors like that going around about me. Unless, of course, I just said it was my cousin's baby and not mine at all. Then you would suffer and no one would think I slept with you.”
“Oh come on, Kagura, wouldn't you love for people to think you had a chance with me. It's something not many can say.”
“Thanks for the offer but I'll pass. I have to get to class.” Just as the words left her mouth, the bell rang. She groaned and snuck into the door with Miroku tagging close behind. Luckily, Mr. Harris was currently occupied with writing something that probably wasn't very interesting on the board. But since fate was set against her today, he turned just before her and Miroku had reached their desks.
“Ms. Ono, would you like to explain to me why you and Mr. Youto are late for my class again.”
Defiantly a command not a question, Kagura moved to answer but Miroku interrupted her. “Why, Mr. Harris, you can not ignore the passions of youth. Kagura and I were merely expressing our feelings for one another.”
Kagura's eye twitched. She hadn't meant it to but it twitched. “I was merely deterring Miroku from making an idiot of himself once again.” She looked at him grinning from ear to ear, her eye twitched again. “I can see that I have failed miserably at my attempt.”
Mr. Harris rolled his eyes, “Just get to your seats. I won't mark you late this time but only because it's the beginning of the year.” He watched them sit down, Kagura took a seat next to Sango and Miroku sat behind them. “I all too often see good students get a bad case of `senioritis'. It is your last year,” His eyes rested in their direction. “Don't start it out badly.”
He continued to explain the rules of his classroom and some other crap about being focused on school or something like that. She didn't listen. She didn't really need to because she had already had his class before for language arts last year.
Kagura turned to see Miroku grinning at Sango and doing the annoying `suggestive' eyebrows thing. Sango blushed, of course. `I wonder if I'll throw up.' She thought to herself as she flipped Miroku off. He just laughed.
“Sango, you got any gum?” Kagura whispered to her.
Sango nodded and handed her a piece of Big Red. Kagura smiled, `Ah, my personal favorite.' Listening to the dull drone of Mr. Harris's voice, Kagura felt herself nodding off. She stifled a yawn and a sigh; `Sango will wake me when class is over.'
Mr. Harris rolled his eyes, “Just get to your seats. I won't mark you late this time but only because it's the beginning of the year.” He watched them sit down, Kagura took a seat next to Sango and Miroku sat behind them. “I all too often see good students get a bad case of `senioritis'. It is your last year,” His eyes rested in their direction. “Don't start it out badly.”
He continued to explain the rules of his classroom and some other crap about being focused on school or something like that. She didn't listen. She didn't really need to because she had already had his class before for language arts last year.
Kagura turned to see Miroku grinning at Sango and doing the annoying `suggestive' eyebrows thing. Sango blushed, of course. `I wonder if I'll throw up.' She thought to herself as she flipped Miroku off. He just laughed.
“Sango, you got any gum?” Kagura whispered to her.
Sango nodded and handed her a piece of Big Red. Kagura smiled, `Ah, my personal favorite.' Listening to the dull drone of Mr. Harris's voice, Kagura felt herself nodding off. She stifled a yawn and a sigh; `Sango will wake me when class is over.'
“Kagura...wake up, sweetie.”
“Hmmmmm…go to hell.”
“I love you, too, Kagura.”
Kagura popped one eye open to see Sango standing over her. Miroku was actually being quiet for once and everyone else had left the room.
Kagura popped one eye open to see Sango standing over her. Miroku was actually being quiet for once and everyone else had left the room.
“I don't want to go to 3rd block. It's loud and there's people there.” Kagura whined.
“What is it?” Miroku asked, whilst trying to balance a pencil on his nose.
“It's choir.” Kagura shuddered as she rose to leave the room. “Don't get me wrong, I love to sing but choir can be so tedious. Plus there are always under classmen who think they are hot stuff in the music department.”
Sango laughed. “Come on, Kagura, no one can sing better than you. You know they all look up to you.”
Sango laughed. “Come on, Kagura, no one can sing better than you. You know they all look up to you.”
“This is true.” Kagura smirked. “I am great, aren't I?”
Sango and Miroku shot her very dry looks as if silently saying, `don't get a big head.'
She smiled back, “I'm just kidding. Anyway, my class is the opposite way so I'll talk to you guys later.” She turned to leave but then she had a second thought. “Miroku, are you gonna try out for that musical tonight. I know you can sing, even though you try to hide beneath your `I wish I was cool' exterior.”
Sango and Miroku shot her very dry looks as if silently saying, `don't get a big head.'
She smiled back, “I'm just kidding. Anyway, my class is the opposite way so I'll talk to you guys later.” She turned to leave but then she had a second thought. “Miroku, are you gonna try out for that musical tonight. I know you can sing, even though you try to hide beneath your `I wish I was cool' exterior.”
“Ouch, harsh,” He answered laughing, “Yea, I'll try out but you have to drive me and buy me dinner afterward.”
Kagura rolled her eyes, “Sure thing. I'll pick you up at six.” She started walking down the hall toward her class. As she walked she heard a very loud smacking noise. She turned to see Sango straightening her skirt and Miroku rubbing his face and laughing hysterically. She rolled her eyes. “Lecher.”
The choir teacher, Mr. Lowe, was standing at the door, greeting everyone who entered the room. Somehow he continued to be excited about all the loud people who made their way into his room. “Hello, Kagura. It's good to see you in my class again.” He said extending his hand out to her.
“Glad to be singing again, Mr. Lowe.”
“Are you going to try out for the play?” He asked making conversation before the bell rang. Freshmen walked by looking nervous but were otherwise ignored.
“Yea, it's Jekyll and Hyde. I've dreamed of being in such a beautiful musical.” She said smiling; at least he could talk about something interesting. A sophomore walked by with another chasing them, yelling very loudly. Kagura curled her lip up in disgust, “On the plus side, it's a community play so there's less chance of children being in it.”
Mr. Lowe laughed, “That is true but remember you were that age a year or two ago.”
One eyebrow quirked up, “Yes but I never acted like that.”
Mr. Lowe smile faded, his demeanor became more serious, “Yes, Kagura, you were never like that. You were always so serious, almost cold.”
“How can you say that I am cold?” Kagura asked, not really offended, she's heard that accusation way too many times.
“Kagura, you've done voice lessons with me for years. I won't say your were cold because you were too passionate about music but you always seemed bitter.” He said looking at her almost sadly.
“Yea, well, I've had some pretty good reasons to be bitter.” She said walking away and into her seat. His words didn't really hurt but they were so true. She's been bitter for most of her life; first she got thrown into a foster home because her parents gave up on her and then things never got easy until she adopted at about 13. Then Yasha's sad story became part of her life, too.
“All right, all right, quiet down.” Mr. Lowe called to the class, ending the chaos that was reigning. “Come now, I need to take roll.”
“Akou?”
“Here.”
“Barnes?”
“Here.”
He paused and looked at the list. “You know what? Is everyone here?”
“Yes.” Rang out through the whole room.
“Good then, let's begin.” He started pulling out sheets of music, “All right, sopranos, here's a simple song, let's see what sight-reading you can do.”
After the first three notes, Kagura wished that she were somewhere else entirely, maybe somewhere where cats were not dying.
Kagura walked out the choir room, somewhat in a daze. Her head was throbbing from the noise; this was definitely going to be an interesting year. It was lunchtime; she stopped by her locker to grab her lunch and made her way outside to her and Yasha's usual table. Unfortunately there was, what she assumed were freshmen occupying their table. Her eye twitched again. They have had that table since their own freshmen year and no 14-year-old kid was going to take it over.
She stared at it for a moment debating on whether or not she wanted to kill them or just get Inuyasha to get rid of them. Her inward argument was interrupted by strong arms coming around her from behind. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. “Hi, Yasha.”
“What happened to you jumping at every little thing?”
“I realized how wimpy and harmless you really were so therefore bringing me to the conclusion that all males are wimpy and harmless. Therefore I have no reason to be afraid of anyone.” She stated matter-of-factly.
He scratched his head, “Sometimes I just don't get you.”
“What's to get?” She asked innocently. “Anyway, you want to do me a favor and get rid of the freshman invading our table.
He looked to the said table. An insanely evil grin passed over his features. Inuyasha only smiled around Kagura and he used to smile around Kikyo but he always grinned when there was a chance to give a helpless child some crap. He nodded his head toward a trashcan. “Bring that a little closer, would you?”
He walked up to the table with Kagura following quietly behind. She could have sworn he was swaggering. “So what do you guys think of high school?”
Freshmen #1 shrugged, “It hasn't been so bad. We were told that seniors torment freshmen but so far we've been safe.”
Inuyasha gave a look of mock offense, “Come on, seniors only do things like that if freshmen do some thing annoying like talk crap or get in their way. You have to teach respect, you know.”
Kagura had to add her two cents, “Or the worst possible thing they could do is take their lunch table without asking.”
Freshmen #1 looked at her blankly but #2 caught the drift and jumped up to take off. Inuyasha grabbed his shoulders lifted him up with ease and set him the trashcan. #1 tried to follow what the other one did but Kagura grabbed his shoulders. Yasha lifted him as well and set next to his friend and then he slid the trashcan away so it wasn't too obvious who put them in there. He saluted them and sat down.
Kagura sat across from him, “You know that was pretty mean.”
“No, no, no, I don't want to hear that from you.” Yasha said shaking his head to accent each of the `no's. “Do you remember your freshmen year?”
Kagura shuddered, “All too well.” She corrected a senior in her algebra class and it really annoyed her. So much that the said senior filled her locker with lime jell-o. Her papers and books had a fruity smell for weeks.
“Therefore you see my point. Not only are you teaching them respect but also you're in some sick way exacting the revenge you've craved since pencils tasted like jell-o.”
“Yea but what about Sango here?” Indicating to the said person who just sat down, “She never got picked on. How come she's different?”
“She's not a smart ass.”
Kagura shot him a dirty look, “Shut up.”
“I'm assuming the kid who just walked by with macaroni in his hair would be your doing.”
“Hells yes, I did.” Inuyasha said bragging to Miroku.
He sat down at the table as well. “Nice job.” He said giving Yasha a high five. Kagura roll her eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering if we were celebrating this weekend as is our usual tradition?”
“Um, my mom is still mad about the whole incident last year. Let's do something like go out to dinner or go to the mall instead of getting a cow drunk and releasing it in the cul-de-sac.” Sango said, trying not to laugh about it.
“I second that.” Kagura said, raising her hand in a vote.
Inuyasha grinned, “I don't know. I had a pretty creative idea this year.”
Miroku grinned back but Kagura interrupted, “How about we save that for the end of the year.”
“I don't know. What do you think, Miroku?”
“I guess we can wait.” He answered stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“Oh, thank god.” Sango mumbled. “I need to get ready to go class. Later.” As the words left her mouth, the bell rang.
Kagura grabbed her bag, “All right, Yasha we got Creative cooking.”
He groaned, “Kag, you know I don't cook anything but ramen.”
She laughed, “That is true but I'll be there to suffer with you.” He sighed in answer and she smiled and pulled a lank of his white hair, laughing. “Come on. See you at six, Miroku.” She said, waving good-bye.
Kagura rolled her eyes, “Sure thing. I'll pick you up at six.” She started walking down the hall toward her class. As she walked she heard a very loud smacking noise. She turned to see Sango straightening her skirt and Miroku rubbing his face and laughing hysterically. She rolled her eyes. “Lecher.”
The choir teacher, Mr. Lowe, was standing at the door, greeting everyone who entered the room. Somehow he continued to be excited about all the loud people who made their way into his room. “Hello, Kagura. It's good to see you in my class again.” He said extending his hand out to her.
“Glad to be singing again, Mr. Lowe.”
“Are you going to try out for the play?” He asked making conversation before the bell rang. Freshmen walked by looking nervous but were otherwise ignored.
“Yea, it's Jekyll and Hyde. I've dreamed of being in such a beautiful musical.” She said smiling; at least he could talk about something interesting. A sophomore walked by with another chasing them, yelling very loudly. Kagura curled her lip up in disgust, “On the plus side, it's a community play so there's less chance of children being in it.”
Mr. Lowe laughed, “That is true but remember you were that age a year or two ago.”
One eyebrow quirked up, “Yes but I never acted like that.”
Mr. Lowe smile faded, his demeanor became more serious, “Yes, Kagura, you were never like that. You were always so serious, almost cold.”
“How can you say that I am cold?” Kagura asked, not really offended, she's heard that accusation way too many times.
“Kagura, you've done voice lessons with me for years. I won't say your were cold because you were too passionate about music but you always seemed bitter.” He said looking at her almost sadly.
“Yea, well, I've had some pretty good reasons to be bitter.” She said walking away and into her seat. His words didn't really hurt but they were so true. She's been bitter for most of her life; first she got thrown into a foster home because her parents gave up on her and then things never got easy until she adopted at about 13. Then Yasha's sad story became part of her life, too.
“All right, all right, quiet down.” Mr. Lowe called to the class, ending the chaos that was reigning. “Come now, I need to take roll.”
“Akou?”
“Here.”
“Barnes?”
“Here.”
He paused and looked at the list. “You know what? Is everyone here?”
“Yes.” Rang out through the whole room.
“Good then, let's begin.” He started pulling out sheets of music, “All right, sopranos, here's a simple song, let's see what sight-reading you can do.”
After the first three notes, Kagura wished that she were somewhere else entirely, maybe somewhere where cats were not dying.
Kagura walked out the choir room, somewhat in a daze. Her head was throbbing from the noise; this was definitely going to be an interesting year. It was lunchtime; she stopped by her locker to grab her lunch and made her way outside to her and Yasha's usual table. Unfortunately there was, what she assumed were freshmen occupying their table. Her eye twitched again. They have had that table since their own freshmen year and no 14-year-old kid was going to take it over.
She stared at it for a moment debating on whether or not she wanted to kill them or just get Inuyasha to get rid of them. Her inward argument was interrupted by strong arms coming around her from behind. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. “Hi, Yasha.”
“What happened to you jumping at every little thing?”
“I realized how wimpy and harmless you really were so therefore bringing me to the conclusion that all males are wimpy and harmless. Therefore I have no reason to be afraid of anyone.” She stated matter-of-factly.
He scratched his head, “Sometimes I just don't get you.”
“What's to get?” She asked innocently. “Anyway, you want to do me a favor and get rid of the freshman invading our table.
He looked to the said table. An insanely evil grin passed over his features. Inuyasha only smiled around Kagura and he used to smile around Kikyo but he always grinned when there was a chance to give a helpless child some crap. He nodded his head toward a trashcan. “Bring that a little closer, would you?”
He walked up to the table with Kagura following quietly behind. She could have sworn he was swaggering. “So what do you guys think of high school?”
Freshmen #1 shrugged, “It hasn't been so bad. We were told that seniors torment freshmen but so far we've been safe.”
Inuyasha gave a look of mock offense, “Come on, seniors only do things like that if freshmen do some thing annoying like talk crap or get in their way. You have to teach respect, you know.”
Kagura had to add her two cents, “Or the worst possible thing they could do is take their lunch table without asking.”
Freshmen #1 looked at her blankly but #2 caught the drift and jumped up to take off. Inuyasha grabbed his shoulders lifted him up with ease and set him the trashcan. #1 tried to follow what the other one did but Kagura grabbed his shoulders. Yasha lifted him as well and set next to his friend and then he slid the trashcan away so it wasn't too obvious who put them in there. He saluted them and sat down.
Kagura sat across from him, “You know that was pretty mean.”
“No, no, no, I don't want to hear that from you.” Yasha said shaking his head to accent each of the `no's. “Do you remember your freshmen year?”
Kagura shuddered, “All too well.” She corrected a senior in her algebra class and it really annoyed her. So much that the said senior filled her locker with lime jell-o. Her papers and books had a fruity smell for weeks.
“Therefore you see my point. Not only are you teaching them respect but also you're in some sick way exacting the revenge you've craved since pencils tasted like jell-o.”
“Yea but what about Sango here?” Indicating to the said person who just sat down, “She never got picked on. How come she's different?”
“She's not a smart ass.”
Kagura shot him a dirty look, “Shut up.”
“I'm assuming the kid who just walked by with macaroni in his hair would be your doing.”
“Hells yes, I did.” Inuyasha said bragging to Miroku.
He sat down at the table as well. “Nice job.” He said giving Yasha a high five. Kagura roll her eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering if we were celebrating this weekend as is our usual tradition?”
“Um, my mom is still mad about the whole incident last year. Let's do something like go out to dinner or go to the mall instead of getting a cow drunk and releasing it in the cul-de-sac.” Sango said, trying not to laugh about it.
“I second that.” Kagura said, raising her hand in a vote.
Inuyasha grinned, “I don't know. I had a pretty creative idea this year.”
Miroku grinned back but Kagura interrupted, “How about we save that for the end of the year.”
“I don't know. What do you think, Miroku?”
“I guess we can wait.” He answered stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“Oh, thank god.” Sango mumbled. “I need to get ready to go class. Later.” As the words left her mouth, the bell rang.
Kagura grabbed her bag, “All right, Yasha we got Creative cooking.”
He groaned, “Kag, you know I don't cook anything but ramen.”
She laughed, “That is true but I'll be there to suffer with you.” He sighed in answer and she smiled and pulled a lank of his white hair, laughing. “Come on. See you at six, Miroku.” She said, waving good-bye.