WOTW- Okay I know… I STILL have to finish up Tangled… and that other Fic (Crying Black Tears or whatever). But I got inspired. So here you go.

Oh by the way, it's starts out looking like a KagomeXHojo fic, but it's really KagomeXInuYasha.

Disclaimer- I refuse to say it.

Happy Peppy Side ZuZu- She doesn't own them! WEE!

Kagome's POV

Okay it's not that I was really that into culinary arts. In fact in was something I'd never really considered. I wasn't against it or disliking it or anything… it just never came up. Until Hojo joined the class. That was the day I signed up too.

I've like Hojo for a while now, I just never said anything to him. I mean I never really got a chance to you know. So this culinary arts class was our chance to bond.

Meanwhile I decided to start taking a fencing class. Fencing, it had always been something I wanted to pursue. So when a class started up down the street from me, I figured what have I got to lose, and signed up. That's when it all began…

Regular POV

Kagome bounced towards her next class, culinary arts, gal pals in tow.

"So you have your next class with Hooojo right", Keiko asked.

Kagome's cheeks took on a tint of pink.

"That's a yes", came the response from Aiko on Kagome's other side.

Kagome stood by the door to the Culinary Arts class peeking in. "Well then wish me luck."

"Try not to catch anything on fire", Keiko said skittering past.

"And don't trip and fall on your face", Aiko exclaimed happily bouncing on with Keiko.

"Thanks guys", Kagome mumbles sighing and strolling casually into the class. Groups of kids were already separated into cliques. She glanced around a spotted a solitary Hojo staring at the convection ovens and huge mixing bowls. "Hey Hojo", she called smiling and walking towards him.

"Hi Kagome", Hojo replied glancing up from a large silver bowl. "Didn't know you were into cooking."

"Oh I love it. I've spent hours on the stove at home", she said trying to sound like she had some idea of what she was talking about.

"This place it so much like a restaurant's kitchen. Isn't it great?" Hojo turned to Kagome looking for an enthusiastic reply.

Kagome nodded. Then the bell rang and the teacher entered turning the place deaf.

"Saved by the bell," Kagome thought sighing.

The teenagers all gathered in a circle around the teacher.

"I am Ms. Kaede", the wrinkled old teacher announced to the class. "Welcome to Culinary Arts I. If you misbehave you will be kicked out of my class. Time to assign groups. You will be paired in groups of three."

Kagome glanced and spotted a foe. Kikyo.

WOTW- Okay not much of a cliffie but… Who knows who will be with who except me? Well no one that's who. So do a girl a fave and hit the nice purple button. Pajama time. Word up homes and peace out:smiles innocently: