InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 9- Junior Year ( Chapter 9 )

“Who the fuck is Sango?!”

 

“A girl at school. Remember what I told you about that friend of mine I hurt? The girl who wouldn't even let me apologize?”

 

“Yeah and I don't fuckin' blame her.”

 

“Neither did I. Point is, we're friends again. Her best friend, Sango, helped to get her to talk to me…after verbally shredding me herself first.”

 

His friend chuckled and crossed his arms across his chest as he continued to listen.

 

“I just can't get her out of my head. I've known her for about six months now, since right after I hurt the other girl. Sango helped me get back one of my two best friends and for no other reason than to see her best friend happy again. She's strong and fiery and smart and loyal and so kind and—“

 

“Fuck, alright, alright. I get it. You're whipped.”

 

“If I'm whipped would I have spent the entire summer away from her?”

 

“Keh.”

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

P.O.V. Change—Kagome

 

Kouga had moved from New York to Los Angeles right before the start of the semester and the rumors about me having a boyfriend were running rampant, not that Kouga ever helped confirm or deny it.

 

The first thing I noticed was that he wanted to always be around me. He quickly made friends with Sango and Miroku, and with people he met at the college he attended. But he never wanted to go anywhere alone with them. I had to force him to go to a bar with his guy buds once a week or I never got any time to myself, not to mention he hadn't met the rest of my friends.

 

But when we went back to school in September I saw my junior year was going to shape up nicely. I got all the classes I wanted, shared 4 of 6 classes with Sango, Miroku, and Koharu. Yura, Ayumi, Kikyou, Koharu, Akitoki, Eri, Yuka, Sango, Miroku, and myself all shared three classes.

 

That year I was taking Anthropology, Biology, Calculus, English, History, and Spanish. All A.P….um, yippie?…and all intense. Not to mention being co-captain of the varsity girls' tennis team.

 

The only classes I didn't share with Sango and Miroku were Spanish and Anthro. I was happy when I found Koharu and Akitoki were in those classes with me, I wasn't alone in any of my classes.

 

My least favorite class that year was turning out to be biology. Not because I hated the subject, but because I couldn't stand the teacher. He purposely tried to pit friend against friend for grades. I understand pushing a student to do their best but I always thought it was supposed to be pushing a student against their own limitations, not turn a classroom into a gladiator pit. The class had 33 students and even though 14 of us had the grades and permission to be peer-to-peer tutors the only students who actually did any tutoring were from my group of friends. Namely myself, Sango, Roku, Kikyou, and Akitoki. The others were purposely letting their friends and fellow students fail, because it meant less competition for their own grades. And it disgusted me.

 

Though I suppose he wasn't the worst teacher in the school. That honor was reserved for the lower level math teacher. The geometry/algebra teacher was the biggest ass any of us had ever seen, but thankfully most of us were free of him after our freshmen and sophomore years. He was so ignorant my jaw used to hurt sitting in his class, I had it clenched so tightly.

 

His `hello, how ya doin'?' speech every year included two statements, “I expect more than 50% of you sitting in this room to fail my class this year,” and, “Women tend to hit a ceiling in matters of mathematics and logical applications, so don't feel too bad if you fail my class ladies, it probably won't be the last one.” Which got him reprimands from the state every year, but with his tenure, they couldn't do anything else.

 

Sadly Eri, Yuka, Ayumi, and Akitoki all had him again this year.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

We all sat around at lunch the first week and tried to see if we could put any and all differences behind us, as well as work out a month(or so) worth of tutoring schedules for those who needed it, and for when the tutors could manage.

 

“So Miroku, you have fun this summer?” Yuka asked. She spent the summer being a whore and was somewhat put out when she realized Miroku was the best lover she'd ever had. So she wanted him back. And as much as I wanted to rip her away from him…being stuck between those two again was something I was loathe to do.

 

“Yeah. My best friend and I went on a road trip across Canada.” Sango cocked her head to the side, looking like a confused puppy for a moment.

 

“I thought you said you were taking that trip with your uncle.” Grinning like a jackal Miroku turned to Sango.

 

“That was the story. That's what we told the school so if we came back late, after classes started, no one would report me missing or a runaway. A pair of best friends turned loose in another country would sound less…trustworthy.” His grin turned positively lecherous. Sango wasted no time leaning forward, until her lips were mere centimeters from his own before she brought her fist down on his head.

 

“Jackass.”

 

Yuka cooed over the fallen boy and glared at Sango. Returning the glare Sango sat back and turned to me.

 

“So what are we doing this weekend?”

 

“I was hoping we could make some time for a study group this weekend,” Ayumi piped up from her place between Yura and Koharu. “I could use some help with the english paper due in two weeks.”

 

“Well my house will be clear this weekend.” Miroku said. “So anyone not afraid of dogs is welcome.” Sango noticed that his leer was aimed in her direction and didn't know whether to blush or hit him, so she did both. The only dog the girls had to fear was Miroku, or so they thought.

 

“I can't,” Yura said, “Momiji, Botan, Miji's new boyfriend and I are going to a concert.”

 

“I'm busy as well.” Kikyou intoned stoically.

 

With that settled Miroku made a head count of who was going and a mental note to go food shopping.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

When Friday afternoon rolled around I took Sango home and decided to stay overnight, seeing as how her place was closer to Roku's than mine.

 

We ate, did our homework, and then went to the mall for a few hours.

 

When Saturday finally rolled around we showered, dressed and went out for breakfast.

 

“So, is it just me, or is Roku sending all his lecherous overtures your way lately?” I grinned at Sango.

 

She rolled her eyes at me before stabbing a breakfast sausage. “He's going after brains now for some reason, first you, then me. Screw him. I want a relationship, not a fuck buddy.”

 

I nodded but couldn't help but think that Sango would be good for him, she's strong enough to keep his ass in line.

 

As we talked our conversations slid from the males in our lives to school and finally to males we dreamed of. We couldn't help it, single 16-almost-17 year old females who grew up with fairy tales spend quite a bit of time daydreaming about Mr. Right and Prince Charming.

 

“Let's see, my idea of the perfect guy. Blond or black hair. Any lighter eye color. Blue, green, hazel. I want him taller than me, a couple years older too I think.” Sango's chuckling made me pause. “What?”

 

“Got something against brown, Kags? No brown hair, no brown eyes?” I smiled and took a sip of my water before answering.

 

“On girls I don't have a problem with it. I can see another girl's emotions in her eyes. But I have a hard enough time reading men's emotions without them having dark, inexpressive eyes. It's the mousy brown color I don't like so much on guys. I like exotic looking guys. I saw a guy at the mall last night, blond, green eyes, he was gorgeous!” Sango thought for a moment and her eyes lit up.

 

“I remember him, his buddy had black hair and blue eyes. Now he was hot.” I giggled and nodded and motioned for Sango to continue as I turned back to my breakfast. “Gee, um, my type? I don't want him too much taller than me, I don't need the jerk towering over me like his height gives weight to his arguments. And I don't want him more than two years older than me, all I need is some schmuck holding his vast experience over me. I like a level playing field. But other than that… Anything but the surfer thing, the blond pretty boy thing. Don't really prefer an eye color either I don't think.” Sango looked at me as I suddenly giggled.

 

“Nice to know if I see another blond, blue-eyed surfer boy we won't fight over him.” She shook her head, laughing with me.

 

“God no, you can have him.”

 

When we finally hit the road again our spirits were high and we were determined not to let a day of tutoring, or a perverted boy ruin it.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

P.o.v. shift—3rdperson

 

 

By 2 p.m. they had been going at it for almost three hours and everyone decided it was time for a break.

 

Miroku asked Sango to help prepare a light lunch while he told everyone else to stretch or explore his home if they wished. Koharu and Akitoki stood from their seats on the floor and went to go relax on the porch swing they had seen when they first arrived. Eri and Yuka took off to find the bathrooms, meanwhile Ayumi looked lonely. Yura had been spending lots of time with Momiji and Botan lately and while Ayumi was glad her best friend and sister were bonding, she couldn't help feeling lonely.

 

Ayumi glanced at Kagome, who had laid back and sprawled out leisurely across the open floor, and got up to find something to do.

 

She poked her head into the kitchen to see Miroku grab Sango's rear. Sango smacked him with her free hand and then noticed her other hand had slipped into some mayonnaise. With a devilish grin she wiped her hand off on Miroku's face and dashed around the island in the kitchen, trying to stay out of arm's reach.

 

Quickly retreating from the kitchen Ayumi found the door to the backyard locked. She unlocked it and threw open the doors. The yard was beautiful, over in the corner was a raised deck and what looked to be a hot tub. As Ayumi laughed to herself at the thought of Miroku having a hot tub two large fuzzy blurs ran past her into the house, almost knocking her over in their haste.

 

Eri and Yuka had emerged from the bathroom and screamed as they were also almost run over by the energetic fuzz balls.

 

Akitoki and Koharu flung the front door open in their haste to see what was wrong and quickly moved from the doorway to the front window seat, pulling their legs up to avoid the whirlwinds that were the cause of the commotion.

 

The screaming brought Miroku and Sango out of the kitchen, Miroku was wearing even more white goo all over his face, although Sango seemed to escape whatever was going on with a single dollop on her nose.

 

Eri, Yuka and Ayumi hurried into the living room as the sounds of Kagome's giggles drifted to their ears.

 

Everyone stood around the perimeter of the room as the hyper creatures slowly came into focus as they sniffed and licked all over the prone girl giggling on the floor.

 

A German Shepard and a Doberman, butts wiggling happily, were instantly enamored of the girl on the floor.

 

And it seemed to be mutual. She was smiling and giggling and scratching ears, chins, shoulders in a whirlwind of activity.

 

No one seemed to notice the shadow that fell across the open front door.

 

 

 

|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|

 

Hai - Yes

Nani - What?

Onegai - Please

Konoama - Bitch

Temee - Bastard

Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you.

Ookami - Wolf

Oi - Hey

Nani shiyagaru - What the fuck?

 

A/N: I'm hoping everyone can identify InuYasha by now. As I said, certain parts I'm describing happened in my life almost 10 years ago, so this story will span some time, I couldn't bring every character in immediately, it's just not plausible…not to mention it didn't happen that way (And yes, I really had two teachers in high school who said and did those things, I loathed them.)

 

Bows to Leila-chan, you flatter me. I hope I can make you smile as you read each new chapter, because every review makes me smile.

 

And to time turner 1, InuYasha has made a few appearances in this story so far, just because I don't use his name doesn't mean he's not there.

 

Twilightenchanter- what do you think? ;) Nice nick btw, my cousin uses that for playing mmo's, small world.

 

Hahaha! Now you know how it feels! Fallenangel7583, your writing has done that to me and I'm glad to return the favor. And thanks, I find Inu can be hard to write because I write dialogue best and he's a man of few (and bad) words

 

 

 

6