InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped ❯ The Welcoming Committee ( Chapter 2 )
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By: fangremtom2 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2013 | Updated On: 01.16.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 328 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2013 | Updated On: 01.16.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 328 | Status: Work In Progress
“…and just like that Cinderella and her Prince charming lived happily ever after.”
“Daddy, do you think I’ll have a Prince charming come for me like” asks the five year old enquiringly.
Reproving, he answers, “Cinder-ella… and of course hime. But bear in mind, no matter what: notanyPrince Charming will ever be good enough for my hime.”
Giggling, the child replies, “Of course daddy. Read me another one,”
then in response, “Hime, you should go to sleep, you have school tomorrow.”
“But daddy, please? Won’t you read just one more?” The girl pleads with the cutest of pouts to her rotund features.
Giving in, the father sighs and replies, “Alright hime, but only one.”
Smiling prettily, a smile that could melt any father’s heart, the young girl exclaims in glee to her father’s agreement, “Yeah! Can I hear the one about Rapunzel? That’s my favourite!”
“Sure hime, sure.”replies with the biggest of grins adorning his handsome features.
Settling quietly back under the covers of her small bed, the child listens attentively, waiting, as her father skipped to the chapter in the book that had the story on the princess trapped in a castle by her evil stepmother; cleared his throat; then began.
“Once upon a time….BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”
In wonder, the child looked back up to her father and stared into his eyes, wondering where that weird sound came from. “Daddy?” she inquires.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”
“What the hell?” Wide eyed, at her own choice of words and even more shocking change in voice, the girl looks over to where her father is sitting, his own facial features twisted to show his disapproval at her choice in words. But quickly letting it go, he points to something on her small night table.
Puzzled and curious, she looks to where her father is pointing and her eyes widen in astonishment. There was something there that was not normally there. On the small night table, where he pointed, there was a small black box with big print red numbers that flashed 7:00 A.M.Confused, she looked back over to her father who frowned then opened his mouth to say something she presumed, but instead, the same infuriating ‘BEEP’came out.
“Huh? Daddy I’m confused.” She states, and still taken aback at her new voice, she looks down at her bed, and is shocked yet again to see her 5 year old body was not there any more, but instead, it had morphed into that of an older girl’s, legs sprawled underneath the light pink comforter, on a bed bigger than the one she was used to.back up with a wide eyed mystified expression, she tries again to communicate with her father.
“Daddy, what’s happening?!” She asks frantically.
But before he can reply, he is interrupted not by the ‘beep’, but the sound of loud knocking?
“Daddy?”questions frenetically when she looks up and realises he’s disappearing, his body seeming almost ghost like.
He reaches out a translucent hand and touches her forehead, a comforting touch she feels brush ghostly against her forehead.“Time to wake up hime, no crying, please?”pleads with her, his voice returning to him.
Her facial expression changes to one of fear, and fresh tears spring to her eyes, as she tries to grip her father’s fading figure. But instead, when she lunges, she falls off her bed and onto the plush pink carpet below.
“Daddy.”She sighs softly as the world around her alters into that of her teenage bedroom, the sounds of knocking more distinguishable and the alarm clock’s bothersome beeping, now recognized.
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“Knock it off already, Souta! I heard you the first fifty times!” My muffled shout reaches to the boy on the other side of the door and he snorts, a “Yeah right” and stops knocking.
“Mom says to hurry up ‘cause breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Alright, I’m coming.” I reply and slowly, I pull my self up from the pile I so graciously landed in when I, still in dream land, lunged at my father.me right for confusing dreams with reality…again.
“I’m hopeless”, I mutter as I make a quick walk to my closet and pull out my laundered school uniform.I really hated the uniform, it had a short green skirt, really short, leaving nothingthe imagination- if I landed just right when falling, I could give the boys a quick burlesque scene. The top was white with long sleeves that held green cuffs which buttoned at the wrists, and a green collar with white stitching that gathered to tie at the front of the blouse as an ascot, bound by a red knot. It completed the sheer shirt, and added the formal look to it.’m sure this outfit was inspired by the catholic school girl acuity of the west. But I can assure you, there was nothing consecrated or innocent about the garments or most of the girls that wore it, much to the boys’ pleasure.
I took the uniform along with a clean pair of underwear from my drawer to the bathroom, in order to take a quick shower.It was Tuesday, meaning I had Shimano- sensei first and I did not want to be late for his class. Because God knows I don’t want a repeat of two Tuesday’s ago when I was ten minutes late because: Souta finally realized he liked girls, and spent an hour styling his hair for; his crush from the third grade and his second obsession other than soccer.
least mom andsomething to look forward to from Souta, in the relationship category.
Shimano was so furious that I “…disrupted his lecture on Algebraic expressions,” (and saved a couple students from permanent brain damage mind you)… that he made a mockery of me in front of the class and asked where my loyalties lied.
“With you Obi-wan Kenobi…seriously, take the good approach why you don’t?Vader knock-off.”
…is what I would have replied, but thought better against it when he continuously glared daggers at me.’s face it; I’m no ‘Mean Girl’. I wanted to go on with the little breathing break tryst we had going on, but then I realized that the more time I wasted, the more likely it was for me to “…lose out on this important lesson.” So, like a good person *coughs, I apologised profusely and took my seat in the middle of the class. I tried paying attention to his blabbing, but by five minutes into it, I gave up and went of into Kagome Land.
Enough reminiscing on good days… to the shower!
I entered the bathroom, and shed myself of my night gown and undergarments, then approached the shower quickly; being careful of the wet spots Souta had so kindly left for me to slip on. I grabbed my vanilla, lavender body wash and started to lather as soon as the warm water from the shower, hit my body full blast.
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Ten Minutes later, emerging from the warmth, and totally forgetting about Souta’s little accidents; I end up on the floor, for the second time in one morning; my butt getting re-acquainted with the steamy white tiled ground.
Grunting, I pull myself up and look up to the ceiling asking the Kami’s why I was blessed with such a well favoured klutz curse, while rubbing my smarting ass.
Instead of dwelling on the matter some more, I hurriedly dry off, towel down my damp hair, pull my clothes on and then brush my teeth. I don’t bother with my usual mascara and eyeliner today. I like to go natural on Tuesdays, beats me why though.
the used towels into the hamper, I then exit the bathroom and head back to my room to grab my socks and put them on. I glance over to the alarm clock on the table and then my eyes bug out of my sockets.
“7:55! How did I waste so much time?! I’m twenty-five minutes behind schedule!” Oh no! I’m going to be late!” Jumping up and down on one foot, I pull on the second foot of long white tube socks and then quickly make it towards my book bag near my desk and then I’m down the stairs with time, like the devil, on my heels.
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“Morning mom, grandpa!”hastily let out as I swerve around, narrowly missing his chubby tail- God knows I had no time for a shrieking cat attack from the fat glob this morning- grabbing the slice of toast and jam mom hands over to me with a grinning countenance.
“Ohayou” grandpa calls from behind the newspaper. I swear to God this man has never gone a day without his newspaper, and you cannot, I repeatcannotget his attention away from it. I tried that one time by yelling“Demon!”instead of assuming his ‘priestly’ duties to protect the shrine and its ‘priceless’ artefacts, he just simply shooed me off and told me to get the bug spray. And to top that of, he could tell you all of yesterday and today’s news at the simple mention of a word; even if you didn’t want to hear it. He was like a human with search overload.
“Good morning dear. Souta already left because he couldn’t wait any longer, he said something along the lines of seeingschool starts.” Mom pulls me over into a small hug, lets go, pushes a loose strand of my unruly hair behind an ear and hands me a piece of hand towel to clean the grape jam from my mouth.
I don’t stand around for another minute and I yell a quick “Bye!” and I am suddenly out the door after shoving my feet into my worn brown loafers. I make it to the large steps that lead to the bottom of the hill, where the shrine is located, when I push a crumby hand into my skirt pocket and realize that something’s missing.
“Aww”grumble and speedily make my way back across the shrine grounds, towards the main house. “And I had reached so far too,” I grumbled.
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You know, I really got to love my mom, because without even bothering to look up from her cleaning, she pulls a square card from her apron pocket and pushes it in my direction, palm out stretched.
“I thought you might need this dear.” I didn’t even have to look into her face to know she was sporting a motherly smile to her mature visage.
“Thanks mom,” I reply, and for the first time since my morning started, a true smile graced my features, for the woman I admired so much.
“You’re welcome. And Kagome, take it easy, you have plenty of time to correct your mistakes.”
My smile brightens, and I give an appreciative nod to mama. And then I’m off again, towards the bus station… at a more moderate pace. Nakamura-sensei can kiss my ass; my mom’s priorities come first.
But just in case, to prevent something, I’ll continue towards Oz- moderately.
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“Kimiko, who was that?that the delivery man?” The elderwithout looking away from his reading.
“No, father it was my new husband.”a sly grin on her face.
“Oh well, carry on then.” The elder replied.
Sighing, and then letting out a small chuckle, the younger of the two returned to washing up the dishes.
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The metro tram pulled up to my usual stop at a deli, three blocks away from my school.
“Made it!ten minutes to spare too!” I gleefully exclaimed as I ran towards the school in the distant.
“One more block.one more.”My legs almost gave out at that, so I decided to stop and catch my breath for a minute at the bus stop in front of me.
Oh if only I had used common sense and not sat on the bench no matter how comfortable it looked, that was right in front of a big puddle of water, from yesterday’s rain. It had to be the smartest idea I ever had; like seriously I could give Einstein a run for his money.
Because at that exact moment, when I plopped my ass against the cool metal bench (that’s how short my skirt was), some jackass decided to speed pass in the most expensive black sports car I had ever seen in these parts of Tokyo. In the jackass’s speeding, he swerved from a woman who decided that during the green light should be best time to cross the road, and what do you know, the car veers of into the puddle.one minute the rest of my day is ruined and I’m wet from head to toe!
“Great, just wonder fuckingmy day get any worse?”
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Shoving the doors open to the main school hall, making my entrance as sporadic and loud like a bat out of hell…I trudged into school, with a look of hopelessness and defeat on my face.
“Funny…I haven’t even gone through algebra yet…” I muttered bitterly, as I make my way to my locker,said monstrosity and grab my necessary text books, then unloading the others I didn’t need for the day into the cramped space.
Yeah…I have space issues from the one or two crappy grades I COULD NOT TAKE HOME…
I snorted at that… one or two, seems like my grades were plummeting towards the reefs rather quickly. But it definitely was NO beach scene.
The final bell rang overhead, signalling the last call for everyone to get to class.
“Great, now I’m going to be late because of that!”around and seeing neither, Sango norsight, and everyone disappearing into a classroom or already presumably there, I proceed to slam my locker door, and whilst still fuming, I make my way down the halls towards Shimano’s class.
“Just what I fucking need…another lecture from this asshole about my sensibility and duties.” I muttered angrily. I will not have my pride cut up AGAINdammnit!
With a distinct sloshing sound from my soaking loafers and water dripping from my skirt,making a small but distinct trail as I journeyed onwards (as if going to battle; truly I was going to be in one if I entered Shimano’s class at this time) I contemplate just heading to the nurse’s station and getting my uniformed dried.
Going up a flight of stairs to the second floor, not paying attention, I almost slipped on the last stair due to my loafers being a bit too slippery.
Wide eyed and in shock, I try to prepare for the impact to the floor and the possible bruising that would occur later, by quickly shoving my hands forward and squeezing my eyes shut, tightly.
As if that would project some barrier to ‘cushion’ my fall.Pathetic.
However, before I could touch the floor, the God’s somehow opened up their ‘kindness goodie bag’ for me, for just a brief moment and I was caught by two seemingly strong hands and pulled up, and steadied against the wall.
“Thanks, that was a close…” my words are cut off as I look up at my ‘saviour’ (if I ever knew how incredulous that word would sound later on in relation to said ‘saviour’…).
He wasn’t someone I had seen before and he looked odd… mainly because of his silver hair that framed a boyish, but handsome face, vibrant golden eyes and ever moving puppy dog ears?
“Am…a...” I stuttered, as I peered quickly over his body.
He raised an eyebrow, and then replaced his neutral expression with a cocky smirk when he realized my difficulty with formulating my sentence.
Then he spoke.
Oh, how I wish he hadn’t spoken. Because it was then he ruined his Adonisme…
“See something you like wench?” he asked endearingly.proceeded to come closer to me and entrap me between him and the wall.
He placed both his hands on the wall, one on either side of my head.
I became infuriated once again with the invasion of my personal space.
“While I am glad you stopped my fall, I would like you to remove your person from my personal bubble.” I said low and threateningly.Probably I shouldn’t have said bubble…he might not take me seriously…I mean how threatening is the wordbubble?!
Both his eyebrows rose at my warning…which he took as a request because he chose not to move. This boy must not smell danger when it was impending…and to think he was a demon.
His smirk remained in place.
And even though I started to glare at him, I realized I couldn’t move or it wouldn’t make sense to, because given by his well-toned skin and defined muscles not hidden by the school uniform (which should be a sin); puny I could not budgeMan.
And I was stuck…andLATEShimano’s class…once again. I should just quit school while I was ahead. Because with the enemy I was making of that man…I would be guaranteed that he would find some way of ruining my character reference to get a decent job…or at least into a decent college.
Mentally I sighed… and went back to the current situation at hand.
Here I was pressed up against the wall in the empty hallway, two doors down from my math class, dripping wet no less.
This guy had the nerve to place both his hands beside my head and trap me by then insisting on capturing me further, despite my last statement and pressing his hard….really finely chiselled god like body against mine.
Now I know what it felt like being stuck between a rock, correction a wall and a hard place…literally.
His smirk turned scandalous and held a slight hint of a promise of pleasure…maybe if I behaved just right.
Bringing me out of my thoughts, and further angering me, my unknown ‘assailant’ proceeded to talk, his breath minty and fresh…something that went well with his other smell which I could pick up as being like the forest, after light rain.
With a bit of humour in his tone hse replied, “Well, well, well….you must be the welcoming committee.”
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“Daddy, do you think I’ll have a Prince charming come for me like” asks the five year old enquiringly.
Reproving, he answers, “Cinder-ella… and of course hime. But bear in mind, no matter what: notanyPrince Charming will ever be good enough for my hime.”
Giggling, the child replies, “Of course daddy. Read me another one,”
then in response, “Hime, you should go to sleep, you have school tomorrow.”
“But daddy, please? Won’t you read just one more?” The girl pleads with the cutest of pouts to her rotund features.
Giving in, the father sighs and replies, “Alright hime, but only one.”
Smiling prettily, a smile that could melt any father’s heart, the young girl exclaims in glee to her father’s agreement, “Yeah! Can I hear the one about Rapunzel? That’s my favourite!”
“Sure hime, sure.”replies with the biggest of grins adorning his handsome features.
Settling quietly back under the covers of her small bed, the child listens attentively, waiting, as her father skipped to the chapter in the book that had the story on the princess trapped in a castle by her evil stepmother; cleared his throat; then began.
“Once upon a time….BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”
In wonder, the child looked back up to her father and stared into his eyes, wondering where that weird sound came from. “Daddy?” she inquires.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”
“What the hell?” Wide eyed, at her own choice of words and even more shocking change in voice, the girl looks over to where her father is sitting, his own facial features twisted to show his disapproval at her choice in words. But quickly letting it go, he points to something on her small night table.
Puzzled and curious, she looks to where her father is pointing and her eyes widen in astonishment. There was something there that was not normally there. On the small night table, where he pointed, there was a small black box with big print red numbers that flashed 7:00 A.M.Confused, she looked back over to her father who frowned then opened his mouth to say something she presumed, but instead, the same infuriating ‘BEEP’came out.
“Huh? Daddy I’m confused.” She states, and still taken aback at her new voice, she looks down at her bed, and is shocked yet again to see her 5 year old body was not there any more, but instead, it had morphed into that of an older girl’s, legs sprawled underneath the light pink comforter, on a bed bigger than the one she was used to.back up with a wide eyed mystified expression, she tries again to communicate with her father.
“Daddy, what’s happening?!” She asks frantically.
But before he can reply, he is interrupted not by the ‘beep’, but the sound of loud knocking?
“Daddy?”questions frenetically when she looks up and realises he’s disappearing, his body seeming almost ghost like.
He reaches out a translucent hand and touches her forehead, a comforting touch she feels brush ghostly against her forehead.“Time to wake up hime, no crying, please?”pleads with her, his voice returning to him.
Her facial expression changes to one of fear, and fresh tears spring to her eyes, as she tries to grip her father’s fading figure. But instead, when she lunges, she falls off her bed and onto the plush pink carpet below.
“Daddy.”She sighs softly as the world around her alters into that of her teenage bedroom, the sounds of knocking more distinguishable and the alarm clock’s bothersome beeping, now recognized.
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“Knock it off already, Souta! I heard you the first fifty times!” My muffled shout reaches to the boy on the other side of the door and he snorts, a “Yeah right” and stops knocking.
“Mom says to hurry up ‘cause breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Alright, I’m coming.” I reply and slowly, I pull my self up from the pile I so graciously landed in when I, still in dream land, lunged at my father.me right for confusing dreams with reality…again.
“I’m hopeless”, I mutter as I make a quick walk to my closet and pull out my laundered school uniform.I really hated the uniform, it had a short green skirt, really short, leaving nothingthe imagination- if I landed just right when falling, I could give the boys a quick burlesque scene. The top was white with long sleeves that held green cuffs which buttoned at the wrists, and a green collar with white stitching that gathered to tie at the front of the blouse as an ascot, bound by a red knot. It completed the sheer shirt, and added the formal look to it.’m sure this outfit was inspired by the catholic school girl acuity of the west. But I can assure you, there was nothing consecrated or innocent about the garments or most of the girls that wore it, much to the boys’ pleasure.
I took the uniform along with a clean pair of underwear from my drawer to the bathroom, in order to take a quick shower.It was Tuesday, meaning I had Shimano- sensei first and I did not want to be late for his class. Because God knows I don’t want a repeat of two Tuesday’s ago when I was ten minutes late because: Souta finally realized he liked girls, and spent an hour styling his hair for; his crush from the third grade and his second obsession other than soccer.
least mom andsomething to look forward to from Souta, in the relationship category.
Shimano was so furious that I “…disrupted his lecture on Algebraic expressions,” (and saved a couple students from permanent brain damage mind you)… that he made a mockery of me in front of the class and asked where my loyalties lied.
“With you Obi-wan Kenobi…seriously, take the good approach why you don’t?Vader knock-off.”
…is what I would have replied, but thought better against it when he continuously glared daggers at me.’s face it; I’m no ‘Mean Girl’. I wanted to go on with the little breathing break tryst we had going on, but then I realized that the more time I wasted, the more likely it was for me to “…lose out on this important lesson.” So, like a good person *coughs, I apologised profusely and took my seat in the middle of the class. I tried paying attention to his blabbing, but by five minutes into it, I gave up and went of into Kagome Land.
Enough reminiscing on good days… to the shower!
I entered the bathroom, and shed myself of my night gown and undergarments, then approached the shower quickly; being careful of the wet spots Souta had so kindly left for me to slip on. I grabbed my vanilla, lavender body wash and started to lather as soon as the warm water from the shower, hit my body full blast.
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Ten Minutes later, emerging from the warmth, and totally forgetting about Souta’s little accidents; I end up on the floor, for the second time in one morning; my butt getting re-acquainted with the steamy white tiled ground.
Grunting, I pull myself up and look up to the ceiling asking the Kami’s why I was blessed with such a well favoured klutz curse, while rubbing my smarting ass.
Instead of dwelling on the matter some more, I hurriedly dry off, towel down my damp hair, pull my clothes on and then brush my teeth. I don’t bother with my usual mascara and eyeliner today. I like to go natural on Tuesdays, beats me why though.
the used towels into the hamper, I then exit the bathroom and head back to my room to grab my socks and put them on. I glance over to the alarm clock on the table and then my eyes bug out of my sockets.
“7:55! How did I waste so much time?! I’m twenty-five minutes behind schedule!” Oh no! I’m going to be late!” Jumping up and down on one foot, I pull on the second foot of long white tube socks and then quickly make it towards my book bag near my desk and then I’m down the stairs with time, like the devil, on my heels.
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“Morning mom, grandpa!”hastily let out as I swerve around, narrowly missing his chubby tail- God knows I had no time for a shrieking cat attack from the fat glob this morning- grabbing the slice of toast and jam mom hands over to me with a grinning countenance.
“Ohayou” grandpa calls from behind the newspaper. I swear to God this man has never gone a day without his newspaper, and you cannot, I repeatcannotget his attention away from it. I tried that one time by yelling“Demon!”instead of assuming his ‘priestly’ duties to protect the shrine and its ‘priceless’ artefacts, he just simply shooed me off and told me to get the bug spray. And to top that of, he could tell you all of yesterday and today’s news at the simple mention of a word; even if you didn’t want to hear it. He was like a human with search overload.
“Good morning dear. Souta already left because he couldn’t wait any longer, he said something along the lines of seeingschool starts.” Mom pulls me over into a small hug, lets go, pushes a loose strand of my unruly hair behind an ear and hands me a piece of hand towel to clean the grape jam from my mouth.
I don’t stand around for another minute and I yell a quick “Bye!” and I am suddenly out the door after shoving my feet into my worn brown loafers. I make it to the large steps that lead to the bottom of the hill, where the shrine is located, when I push a crumby hand into my skirt pocket and realize that something’s missing.
“Aww”grumble and speedily make my way back across the shrine grounds, towards the main house. “And I had reached so far too,” I grumbled.
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You know, I really got to love my mom, because without even bothering to look up from her cleaning, she pulls a square card from her apron pocket and pushes it in my direction, palm out stretched.
“I thought you might need this dear.” I didn’t even have to look into her face to know she was sporting a motherly smile to her mature visage.
“Thanks mom,” I reply, and for the first time since my morning started, a true smile graced my features, for the woman I admired so much.
“You’re welcome. And Kagome, take it easy, you have plenty of time to correct your mistakes.”
My smile brightens, and I give an appreciative nod to mama. And then I’m off again, towards the bus station… at a more moderate pace. Nakamura-sensei can kiss my ass; my mom’s priorities come first.
But just in case, to prevent something, I’ll continue towards Oz- moderately.
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“Kimiko, who was that?that the delivery man?” The elderwithout looking away from his reading.
“No, father it was my new husband.”a sly grin on her face.
“Oh well, carry on then.” The elder replied.
Sighing, and then letting out a small chuckle, the younger of the two returned to washing up the dishes.
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The metro tram pulled up to my usual stop at a deli, three blocks away from my school.
“Made it!ten minutes to spare too!” I gleefully exclaimed as I ran towards the school in the distant.
“One more block.one more.”My legs almost gave out at that, so I decided to stop and catch my breath for a minute at the bus stop in front of me.
Oh if only I had used common sense and not sat on the bench no matter how comfortable it looked, that was right in front of a big puddle of water, from yesterday’s rain. It had to be the smartest idea I ever had; like seriously I could give Einstein a run for his money.
Because at that exact moment, when I plopped my ass against the cool metal bench (that’s how short my skirt was), some jackass decided to speed pass in the most expensive black sports car I had ever seen in these parts of Tokyo. In the jackass’s speeding, he swerved from a woman who decided that during the green light should be best time to cross the road, and what do you know, the car veers of into the puddle.one minute the rest of my day is ruined and I’m wet from head to toe!
“Great, just wonder fuckingmy day get any worse?”
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Shoving the doors open to the main school hall, making my entrance as sporadic and loud like a bat out of hell…I trudged into school, with a look of hopelessness and defeat on my face.
“Funny…I haven’t even gone through algebra yet…” I muttered bitterly, as I make my way to my locker,said monstrosity and grab my necessary text books, then unloading the others I didn’t need for the day into the cramped space.
Yeah…I have space issues from the one or two crappy grades I COULD NOT TAKE HOME…
I snorted at that… one or two, seems like my grades were plummeting towards the reefs rather quickly. But it definitely was NO beach scene.
The final bell rang overhead, signalling the last call for everyone to get to class.
“Great, now I’m going to be late because of that!”around and seeing neither, Sango norsight, and everyone disappearing into a classroom or already presumably there, I proceed to slam my locker door, and whilst still fuming, I make my way down the halls towards Shimano’s class.
“Just what I fucking need…another lecture from this asshole about my sensibility and duties.” I muttered angrily. I will not have my pride cut up AGAINdammnit!
With a distinct sloshing sound from my soaking loafers and water dripping from my skirt,making a small but distinct trail as I journeyed onwards (as if going to battle; truly I was going to be in one if I entered Shimano’s class at this time) I contemplate just heading to the nurse’s station and getting my uniformed dried.
Going up a flight of stairs to the second floor, not paying attention, I almost slipped on the last stair due to my loafers being a bit too slippery.
Wide eyed and in shock, I try to prepare for the impact to the floor and the possible bruising that would occur later, by quickly shoving my hands forward and squeezing my eyes shut, tightly.
As if that would project some barrier to ‘cushion’ my fall.Pathetic.
However, before I could touch the floor, the God’s somehow opened up their ‘kindness goodie bag’ for me, for just a brief moment and I was caught by two seemingly strong hands and pulled up, and steadied against the wall.
“Thanks, that was a close…” my words are cut off as I look up at my ‘saviour’ (if I ever knew how incredulous that word would sound later on in relation to said ‘saviour’…).
He wasn’t someone I had seen before and he looked odd… mainly because of his silver hair that framed a boyish, but handsome face, vibrant golden eyes and ever moving puppy dog ears?
“Am…a...” I stuttered, as I peered quickly over his body.
He raised an eyebrow, and then replaced his neutral expression with a cocky smirk when he realized my difficulty with formulating my sentence.
Then he spoke.
Oh, how I wish he hadn’t spoken. Because it was then he ruined his Adonisme…
“See something you like wench?” he asked endearingly.proceeded to come closer to me and entrap me between him and the wall.
He placed both his hands on the wall, one on either side of my head.
I became infuriated once again with the invasion of my personal space.
“While I am glad you stopped my fall, I would like you to remove your person from my personal bubble.” I said low and threateningly.Probably I shouldn’t have said bubble…he might not take me seriously…I mean how threatening is the wordbubble?!
Both his eyebrows rose at my warning…which he took as a request because he chose not to move. This boy must not smell danger when it was impending…and to think he was a demon.
His smirk remained in place.
And even though I started to glare at him, I realized I couldn’t move or it wouldn’t make sense to, because given by his well-toned skin and defined muscles not hidden by the school uniform (which should be a sin); puny I could not budgeMan.
And I was stuck…andLATEShimano’s class…once again. I should just quit school while I was ahead. Because with the enemy I was making of that man…I would be guaranteed that he would find some way of ruining my character reference to get a decent job…or at least into a decent college.
Mentally I sighed… and went back to the current situation at hand.
Here I was pressed up against the wall in the empty hallway, two doors down from my math class, dripping wet no less.
This guy had the nerve to place both his hands beside my head and trap me by then insisting on capturing me further, despite my last statement and pressing his hard….really finely chiselled god like body against mine.
Now I know what it felt like being stuck between a rock, correction a wall and a hard place…literally.
His smirk turned scandalous and held a slight hint of a promise of pleasure…maybe if I behaved just right.
Bringing me out of my thoughts, and further angering me, my unknown ‘assailant’ proceeded to talk, his breath minty and fresh…something that went well with his other smell which I could pick up as being like the forest, after light rain.
With a bit of humour in his tone hse replied, “Well, well, well….you must be the welcoming committee.”
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