Disclaimer: No, I don't own IY... or YYH. Forgive my atrocious spellings of some of the names...
Detention Days
Kagome sat in her desk, doodling all over her test. I wish that I had had the time to study. Silently, she cursed Inuyasha for refusing to let her return home until after they possessed that particularly annoying Jewel shard. Now here she was, about to fail another test because she didn't even have the time to glance over the material. No more Ramen for you, Dog-Boy.
With a start, she realized that a familiar visage had taken form on her paper, and she immediately scribbled it out with a grumble. However, that wasn't enough. Oh, no. Not for you, Inu. Her scribbling became more intent, until the paper was dripping with black ink and her pen was dry. Now she seized the pen like a knife and began stabbing his likeness, hoping that back in the Feudal Era he was feeling every bit of her furious stabbing.
She didn't even realize that she was snarling, "When I get my hands on you, Inu..." until the teacher said, "Higurashi! Can't you be silent? Some of the other students might want to take the test!"
Kagome laughed nervously, trying to vanish into her desk, slowly sinking downwards. The teacher simply glared at her and said, "That's it, Higurashi. I don't care how sick you are. You will be spending this afternoon with me, in detention." Kagome came back out from behind the desk, staring at her test with a blank expression in her eyes. Detention? Me? But I'm a good girl!
She began silently repeating, "I'm a good girl." while staring at her test. Well, now it looked more like a huge inkblot, but that really didn't matter.
*~*~*
Cautiously, Kagome made her way into the detention room, still mouthing, "I'm a good girl," repeatedly. She was afraid. Very afraid. And with good reason, too. In detention, there were mostly people like her, who had just made an honest mistake, but there were also the dreaded "Regulars", kids whose entire school education consisted of how to leave detention without getting caught. Or how best to be the "top-dog" in the detention room. It really depended upon the student. She had only been to detention once before, back when she had first started going through the well. Just that once had been horrible, and she had only been given an hour. Now she had an entire afternoon to spend with these loonies. She would be lucky if she made it out alive.
Forgetting the most important lesson she had learned about the room's hierarchy during her brief detention session, Kagome sat down in the nearest chair she could find, between a huge fellow who towered over her and a smelly guy who seemed intent on picking the grime out of his crusty, green fingernails.
"Move your ass, girl. Someone's sitting there," a voice boomed, coming from the direction of the lump of flesh that sat beside her.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't notice anyone's things here when I sat down," Kagome tried to explain.
"So, you trying to get out of moving? I'll teach you a lesson!" A fleshy hand raced towards her face, causing Kagome to cringe and close her eyes.
When the fist didn't make contact, Kagome ventured to open her eyes, seeing that a boy dressed in black had stopped the gargantuan beast's hand, catching it with his own, and was currently engaged in a staring contest with the monster. Despite her savior's smaller size, her attacker backed down immediately, and in the blink of an eye, the boy in black had returned to his seat.
Not wanting to cause any more trouble, she gathered her things and walked over towards the spiky-haired boy who had saved her from a black eye and broken nose. Kagome should have known better; there was a wide circle of empty desks surrounding him, and he had a wild look in his eyes. Even if she had failed to notice this, there was his size. He was hardly taller than Kagome, and that was always a bad sign. The Chihuahuas can sometimes be more vicious than the Great Danes.
Poor Kagome took a seat right next to him, only then noticing the looks that she was receiving from the other Detentionees. They seemed to say, "It's your funeral..." She shrugged off the chill that came with the looks and pulled out some homework. Might as well get some studying done.
She decided to start with math, her most difficult subject. Pulling out her math book, she began to examine it meticulously, trying to understand the subject, which she could tell had something to do with graphing, as the title of the chapter stated plainly. That was the only clear thing about the math, though. Trying to understand the concept was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, literally. There was a series of completely un-related numbers (as far as Kagome could tell) and she had yet to find the graphs that had been promised by the title of the chapter.
She growled softly as she began her math homework, hoping that her shaky comprehension of the concept would prove adequate to complete the assignment. No such luck. And doing the work itself wasn't helping, either. It just made her head hurt more. Feeling eyes watching her, she turned to her side, just in time to see the black-haired boy seated beside her turn his head to face the front of the classroom quickly.
Returning to her homework, she decided to figure math out later. Perhaps in the Feudal Era. She would have plenty of time to do it then, and she always needed something to distract her from her arguments with Inuyasha. Quickly, she pulled out the next-hardest assignment, generously given to her by her chemistry teacher, who seemed convinced that she taught Kagome's only class, as was proven by her habit assigning an inhuman amount of homework.
Sighing with relief at the abnormally light amount of work she had been given, Kagome whipped out her binder and shuffled through her papers until she came upon the worksheet that was her homework. She took a single look at it and swore violently, trying to keep her voice down. It was thirty problems, and they all involved the one chemistry concept she couldn't seem to grasp: molar mass. For you non-chemistry people, the molar mass of a substance is the mass of one mole of that substance. And by mole, I don't mean the furry mammal.
Kagome put the chemistry away as swiftly as she had pulled it out. It would have to wait for the Feudal Era. For some odd reason, Miroku had picked up on chemistry after she had complained one day and shown him a bit. Now he understood it better than her teacher, and the woman was a professional, too. He could explain the stuff for her in a way she could understand.
Finally, she settled for the easier assignments; she had a never-ending amount of them, make-up work for all the days she had missed. As she took out her History homework, she caught the black-haired boy looking at her again, but she chose to ignore it.
*~*~*
It was dark by the time Kagome was free. After that first threat, everything had been rather dull, or at least as dull as a day in detention could be. When one has been to the Feudal Era, everything seems less exciting. She hadn't even spoken to her rescuer. I don't even know his name... She sighed. Tomorrow I'll ask him. Or maybe the next day. I have an entire week, after all.
That teacher of hers had said that she would only be there for the day, but apparently, that was just an expression. She had an entire week of detention, and if she didn't shape up soon, it might be more. I might become one of the dreaded "Regulars." She shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly, she saw black, spiked hair peeking over a nearby wall (think Jaws). She knew that hair. Kagome broke into a run, catching the boy from before with a warm, "Hello!"
"Hn," he responded, turning the air around them to ice.
"I just wanted to say thanks for earlier."
"Stupid ningen. Don't provoke them, and they will ignore you." He sounded cold and arrogant. Like a human version of Sessoumaru.
"I didn't know I was upsetting them... That's the problem."
"Well, you have a whole week to correct the error. Now, I have better things to do than talk to some stupid girl." He turned on his heel and walked away. "And by the way," he called over his shoulder. "I do not appreciate your sitting beside me. Do it again and I promise that you will regret it."
Kagome was accustomed to such threats. She received them on a daily basis from Inuyasha, weekly from Naraku, and monthly from Sessoumaru. If anything, threats made her more comfortable around a person, rather than driving her away, which was probably why she hollered, "What is your name?" after him with no regard whatsoever to her life. "I'm Kagome!"
He ignored her and kept on walking. Fine. Be that way. I'll ask you tomorrow.
*~*~*
"Well? Did you find what we are seeking?" a red-head asked a boy that Kagome would have recognized as her nameless helper.
"Do you think that I would be here if I had found him, Kurama?" the boy responded with a snarl.
"I was simply making certain, Hiei."
"Hn. Baka."
"Do not call me names."
"If you were not always so busy with this 'studying', we might have found him sooner," Hiei snapped.
"I intend to get passing grades in school," his red-headed companion informed him. "You, on the other hand, spend all of your time in detention. Do you possess no tact?"
"Hmph. Do you have any idea what I have to endure from those damn humans?"
"You forget that you are in the presence of one of these 'damn humans' as you so delicately phrased it," Kurama said in a frustratingly distant voice.
Ignoring his companion's comment, Hiei proceeded to relate the day's happenings, beginning with how he had been involved in three fights that day, none of which had been his fault (riiiight...), moving on to how idiotic the teachers were and how dull their soliloquies were, and finally finishing with a girl named "Kagome" and what an annoying creature she was.
"In short, she will be there tomorrow, and she will sit next to me again, I know it," he finished.
"Do not let it bother you. The one we seek is far more important than these petty quarrels," Kurama said in an effort to comfort his friend.
"Hn. Koenma must think that this 'Shikon Jewel' is quite important, for him to send us seeking it like he has."
"Indeed."