Is it just me or is there something about bad boys that just gets your
blood boiling? Why else do girls throw their selves at rock stars? Or how a
guy on a motorcycle is ten times hotter than the one helping his
grandmother across the street just a few feet away? Is it the sense of
danger? The adrenaline rushing through our veins that prevents us from
seeing their flaws? Or are we just lost in the delusion that we can change
them, and that it will be like some epic romance? Just like the movies
right?
Me for example, I surround myself with "bad boys", though it may just be that I like to be hurt. To be strung out on a hook just to be relentlessly jerked up to the suffocating surface then dropped back down into the merciless depths, and just when I think I'm finally free, free to leave and be rid of these overwhelming feelings; I'm wrenched back up again by that wretched hook.
I never liked fishing.
I only let one person in particular yank me around this way. The others wouldn't dare try, some of them even manage to be semi decent friends. Yes, they're lecherous, controlling, violent, and possessive, but in a good way.
So maybe going and getting involved with another guy who rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket isn't exactly my most brilliant moment, but so what. I've done worse.
Ch.1 I Think You Like To Be The Victim
'Something to say, something cool and sexy yet not too forward' I stood by the water fountain in the front office, pretending to be reading the bulletin board while furtively risking glances at the new student sitting on a cluttered bust looking desk; he had looked me over when I had first came in looking for the nurse, who wouldn't let me back into the school unless she made sure that I wouldn't wipe out half of the school with whatever illness I was presently afflicted with. She had gotten in ten minutes ago, but I could bother her later.
Finally I decided just to go over to him and wing it. There was something about him that was drawing me in. That something was beckoning to me, whispering to me, and I obeyed.
"Hi, I'm Kagome", I smiled 'try to look charming' I reminded myself.
"Hey I'm Yasha" he grinned naturally, it suited his face like that was the only expression he had.
"Are you new?" he removed his sunglasses and I nearly gasped; he looked precisely like a modern human Inuyasha.
"Yeah, I just moved here from Osaka"
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"I suppose this 'Yasha' could be a reincarnation of Inuyasha" Miroku scooted closer making much less comfortable than I would have preferred, but I needed his help, I didn't know who else to ask.
"Sort of like Kikyo and I?" I tried not to flinch at the sound of her name, even when I said it drew up feelings of resentment and jealousy.
"Yes, true... but there is another possibility" he looked up at the sky pensively, "it could be our Inuyasha."
"Huh" I sat there thinking for a moment, 'could it have been?' my thoughts traveled back to our conversation earlier that day. He didn't act as if he recognized me... maybe he didn't. could he have forgotten me after only... "Miroku I'm from 500 years in the future" I said blatantly, there is no way the Inuyasha could have lived that lo-
"Yes but demons, even half-demons can live a thousand years and never look a year older once they reach adulthood" Miroku shot back subtly haughtily.
"Uh" I was stumped, then I remembered he had been human, "he was human Miroku."
"Was it a new moon there?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Nope, New moon's not for another week" I smiled, 'it's not Inuyasha.'
"Well there are spells, and potions that can fix that, Inuyasha could have used the jewel to become human, and many skilled youkai have trained themselves to become human at will." He grinned.
I frowned, "well how can I find out?"
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I stepped into Keade's hut and was immediately greeted with a rush of cool damp air.
"What does ye want child?" Keade's dry crackling voice sought me out from within the shadows.
"Help"
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I stared down at the potion Keade had helped me brew back in the feudal era. It was sort of a pale translucent yellowish color. I took a deep breath before pouring the concoction into my Hunchback of Notre Dame thermos. I lifted up my bag and paused, I had serious reservations about putting this gunk into my backpack, but if the end justifies the means... I placed the thermos into my bag and headed off for school.
I bumped into Yasha much faster than I had expected... and hoped.
"Hey, Kagome right?" he grinned and I stopped and turned to him, 'now or never...'
"Yeah, how do you like the school" I asked smiling.
"Well it's still a school, but" he winked at me, "it's certainly got cute girls." I blushed as he continued, "what time should I come over?"
"Uh" I was caught off guard as he grinned.
"Mrs. Sukato prescribed a Miss Kagome Higurashi as a math tutor, she said you could help even me", 'great' I thought, 'now he thinks I'm some type of nerdy girl.'
If the end justifies the means...
'What the heck'
"I've got some spare time today after school, and we could use my house since my family's going to Souta's chorus recital. That way we won't have to be disturbed." I blinked, 'whoa Kagome could you be any more forward' I asked myself, but hey girls have hormones too you know.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you in the galleria after school then" he tossed his hair, but in a very masculine way of course.
I nodded and turned to walk off, when I had nearly reached the other end of the hall way I heard Yahsa yell, "Oh by the way, do you have a boyfriend I need to beat up?" I shook my head, blushing and I quickly headed to class.
"KAGOME!" I nearly dropped my books as I spun around to find Eri staring with disbelief, "how could you?"
"H-how could I what?" I stumbled over my words as Yuka and Ayume, joined Eri and cornered me at my desk.
"Not tell us about you and the new guy" Ayume demanded.
"What, there's nothing to tell about, I'm just tutoring him" I said as my cheeks flushed red.
"yeah ok then why did he want to know if need to beat up your boyfriend." Yuka asked.
"I uh" I tried to find words before Eri cut me off.
"You should have seen poor Hojo's face when you shook your head he looked heart broken" Eri said.
"Oh" I did feel bad, really, but I was sort of, and don't take this the wrong way or anything, over him, I mean we never did much in the first place, and well with Inuyasha and everything else I kind of forgot about him. "well" I looked down, "I don't wan tot hurt his feelings but we weren't officially going out or anything."
Luckily I was saved from their reactions by the bell ringing, and for once I was glad that chemistry had started.
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Yasha was waiting for me in the galleria after school, he had clutched in one hand, not surprisingly, a motorcycle helmet. Not that I was one for stereotypes or anything, but he simply belonged on a motorcycle, I could just see him speeding along the highway, with his hair-
"Ever ride a motorcycle?"
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"Oh my god" I hopped off of his bike, "that was so, so exhilarating" I smiled and noticed him staring at the shrine.
"You live on a shrine?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah" I blushed.
He grinned, "you're not gonna try and convert me are you?"
I shook my head, "for a shrine maiden I'm not really that religious."
I grabbed the thermos out of my bag as we stepped into the house; remembering what Keade had said, I carefully slipped a finger into the goo and whispered, "sit" as he took a look around my house.
"It's not like I would have expected, it being on a shrine and all" he nodded with approval as I walked over to him.
If the potion hit his skin and he was really Inuyasha then when I said the magic word, (which is sit, in case you sort of... you know didn't get it) the spell memory potion would force him to crash to the ground like rosary used to do.
I took another step towards him and...
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I'll go get some towels" I ran to the kitchen to grab a dishcloth. I returned and handed him the rag, so he could wipe the yellow goop off of his arm. "I'm sorry" I repeated again, giving him my best apologetic look.
"It's ok" he sat down on my couch, "why don't you sit down, it's ok really."
"Yeah maybe I should sit."
A/N How do ya like it? Anywho on the math note thing, it is so aggravating how in every fic I ever take a look at, they make Kagome out to be some type of math idiot, n the episode with the little ghost girl, her friends point out that she got top marks in math, especially math, thank you I had to get that out of my system. Thanx
Me for example, I surround myself with "bad boys", though it may just be that I like to be hurt. To be strung out on a hook just to be relentlessly jerked up to the suffocating surface then dropped back down into the merciless depths, and just when I think I'm finally free, free to leave and be rid of these overwhelming feelings; I'm wrenched back up again by that wretched hook.
I never liked fishing.
I only let one person in particular yank me around this way. The others wouldn't dare try, some of them even manage to be semi decent friends. Yes, they're lecherous, controlling, violent, and possessive, but in a good way.
So maybe going and getting involved with another guy who rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket isn't exactly my most brilliant moment, but so what. I've done worse.
Ch.1 I Think You Like To Be The Victim
'Something to say, something cool and sexy yet not too forward' I stood by the water fountain in the front office, pretending to be reading the bulletin board while furtively risking glances at the new student sitting on a cluttered bust looking desk; he had looked me over when I had first came in looking for the nurse, who wouldn't let me back into the school unless she made sure that I wouldn't wipe out half of the school with whatever illness I was presently afflicted with. She had gotten in ten minutes ago, but I could bother her later.
Finally I decided just to go over to him and wing it. There was something about him that was drawing me in. That something was beckoning to me, whispering to me, and I obeyed.
"Hi, I'm Kagome", I smiled 'try to look charming' I reminded myself.
"Hey I'm Yasha" he grinned naturally, it suited his face like that was the only expression he had.
"Are you new?" he removed his sunglasses and I nearly gasped; he looked precisely like a modern human Inuyasha.
"Yeah, I just moved here from Osaka"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I suppose this 'Yasha' could be a reincarnation of Inuyasha" Miroku scooted closer making much less comfortable than I would have preferred, but I needed his help, I didn't know who else to ask.
"Sort of like Kikyo and I?" I tried not to flinch at the sound of her name, even when I said it drew up feelings of resentment and jealousy.
"Yes, true... but there is another possibility" he looked up at the sky pensively, "it could be our Inuyasha."
"Huh" I sat there thinking for a moment, 'could it have been?' my thoughts traveled back to our conversation earlier that day. He didn't act as if he recognized me... maybe he didn't. could he have forgotten me after only... "Miroku I'm from 500 years in the future" I said blatantly, there is no way the Inuyasha could have lived that lo-
"Yes but demons, even half-demons can live a thousand years and never look a year older once they reach adulthood" Miroku shot back subtly haughtily.
"Uh" I was stumped, then I remembered he had been human, "he was human Miroku."
"Was it a new moon there?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Nope, New moon's not for another week" I smiled, 'it's not Inuyasha.'
"Well there are spells, and potions that can fix that, Inuyasha could have used the jewel to become human, and many skilled youkai have trained themselves to become human at will." He grinned.
I frowned, "well how can I find out?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stepped into Keade's hut and was immediately greeted with a rush of cool damp air.
"What does ye want child?" Keade's dry crackling voice sought me out from within the shadows.
"Help"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stared down at the potion Keade had helped me brew back in the feudal era. It was sort of a pale translucent yellowish color. I took a deep breath before pouring the concoction into my Hunchback of Notre Dame thermos. I lifted up my bag and paused, I had serious reservations about putting this gunk into my backpack, but if the end justifies the means... I placed the thermos into my bag and headed off for school.
I bumped into Yasha much faster than I had expected... and hoped.
"Hey, Kagome right?" he grinned and I stopped and turned to him, 'now or never...'
"Yeah, how do you like the school" I asked smiling.
"Well it's still a school, but" he winked at me, "it's certainly got cute girls." I blushed as he continued, "what time should I come over?"
"Uh" I was caught off guard as he grinned.
"Mrs. Sukato prescribed a Miss Kagome Higurashi as a math tutor, she said you could help even me", 'great' I thought, 'now he thinks I'm some type of nerdy girl.'
If the end justifies the means...
'What the heck'
"I've got some spare time today after school, and we could use my house since my family's going to Souta's chorus recital. That way we won't have to be disturbed." I blinked, 'whoa Kagome could you be any more forward' I asked myself, but hey girls have hormones too you know.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you in the galleria after school then" he tossed his hair, but in a very masculine way of course.
I nodded and turned to walk off, when I had nearly reached the other end of the hall way I heard Yahsa yell, "Oh by the way, do you have a boyfriend I need to beat up?" I shook my head, blushing and I quickly headed to class.
"KAGOME!" I nearly dropped my books as I spun around to find Eri staring with disbelief, "how could you?"
"H-how could I what?" I stumbled over my words as Yuka and Ayume, joined Eri and cornered me at my desk.
"Not tell us about you and the new guy" Ayume demanded.
"What, there's nothing to tell about, I'm just tutoring him" I said as my cheeks flushed red.
"yeah ok then why did he want to know if need to beat up your boyfriend." Yuka asked.
"I uh" I tried to find words before Eri cut me off.
"You should have seen poor Hojo's face when you shook your head he looked heart broken" Eri said.
"Oh" I did feel bad, really, but I was sort of, and don't take this the wrong way or anything, over him, I mean we never did much in the first place, and well with Inuyasha and everything else I kind of forgot about him. "well" I looked down, "I don't wan tot hurt his feelings but we weren't officially going out or anything."
Luckily I was saved from their reactions by the bell ringing, and for once I was glad that chemistry had started.
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Yasha was waiting for me in the galleria after school, he had clutched in one hand, not surprisingly, a motorcycle helmet. Not that I was one for stereotypes or anything, but he simply belonged on a motorcycle, I could just see him speeding along the highway, with his hair-
"Ever ride a motorcycle?"
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"Oh my god" I hopped off of his bike, "that was so, so exhilarating" I smiled and noticed him staring at the shrine.
"You live on a shrine?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah" I blushed.
He grinned, "you're not gonna try and convert me are you?"
I shook my head, "for a shrine maiden I'm not really that religious."
I grabbed the thermos out of my bag as we stepped into the house; remembering what Keade had said, I carefully slipped a finger into the goo and whispered, "sit" as he took a look around my house.
"It's not like I would have expected, it being on a shrine and all" he nodded with approval as I walked over to him.
If the potion hit his skin and he was really Inuyasha then when I said the magic word, (which is sit, in case you sort of... you know didn't get it) the spell memory potion would force him to crash to the ground like rosary used to do.
I took another step towards him and...
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I'll go get some towels" I ran to the kitchen to grab a dishcloth. I returned and handed him the rag, so he could wipe the yellow goop off of his arm. "I'm sorry" I repeated again, giving him my best apologetic look.
"It's ok" he sat down on my couch, "why don't you sit down, it's ok really."
"Yeah maybe I should sit."
A/N How do ya like it? Anywho on the math note thing, it is so aggravating how in every fic I ever take a look at, they make Kagome out to be some type of math idiot, n the episode with the little ghost girl, her friends point out that she got top marks in math, especially math, thank you I had to get that out of my system. Thanx