Disclaimer: I have no claims on the cast of characters of Inuyasha that I borrow and maim to my sadistic will.

Update: Okay, so I have no idea how this spacing thing works, so sorry.

Just Like Any Other Race

Chapter 0 - Little mess

The pencils' tapping was making a groove in the neuron filaments of the tall black haired girl. In the beginning she battled the incessant noise by causing her manicured fingernails to make their own tune on the lime green metal desks, but they paled in comparison to the frantic tapping. She glared at the culprit. Kagome, however, was oblivious. (As usual)

A small, anxious girl near the back of the room sat chewing on her lower lip and tapping a pencil so fast it was making a yellow blur. The class was stone still silent except for the pencil. And not just Kikyo was getting a little tick in their head due to it.

She was worried. She had worked so hard on her project and was eager to see the results. Especially since Kikyo was supervising and she wanted to impress her. So for the past half hour as her mind wandered, and her pencil annoyed Kikyo, she daydreamed all the different scenarios of her projects ultimate demise.

"Will you stop!" hissed a voice in Kagome's ear.

Startled, she dropped her pencil (Kikyo, plus class, relaxed visibly). She jumped to look behind her and immediately clonked heads with someone.

"Ow!" Kagome clasped her hands tightly over her smarting forehead.

"Shhh!" said surrounding classmates' simultaneously.

"Hey, watch what you're doing!" growled the offender.

"What?" Kagome whispered back, "You were in my space first!"

"No I was not! That's a stupid web-ring thing anyway."

"What? My project…?" She motioned to the front of the room. Kikyo seemed to look relieved for some reason.

"No, I don't know. Never mind. You wouldn't get the joke anyway. You're such a dunce." The boy glared at her and leaned back in his seat.

The 'dunce' blinked owlishly, "'Kay then." And turned back to the front while leaning down to pick up her dropped pencil.

At the front of the room Kikyo held her breath, watching as the hand leeeaanned down and…DING DONG -DONG DANG! She gave a soft sigh as the students made a stampede out the exits. The teacher gave a snort and looked blearily at Kikyo, "I've never seen the class this excited Miss Kikyo, if you can't learn to control the students I suggest you not come back." And he went back to sleep. Kikyo resisted the urge to pick up a pencil and tap it for thirty minutes. Calmly, she grabbed her sling bag and walked away. He might be immune to planned sadism anyway.

Yuka tackled Kagome as she neared her locker, "So! How'd it go?" she exclaimed, "Didja impress the big idol?"

Kagome grinned and continued on opening her locker, "I don't know. She seemed mad about something and didn't get through all the projects. And they all look the same from the back so I couldn't tell. She kept twitching though…"

"Aw, that just means all the others were so bad she couldn't stand such ineptitude!"

"Ooh, four syllables, points to Yuka!"

"What?" asked Ayumi, "Why'd she get points for that? I used that word the other day and no one said anything!"

"Hi Ayumi." Kagome got in before she and Yuka began one of their arguments about the Syllable game. (By the way, I'm not sure if this is true or not, it was thrown at me the other day in class and it sounded funny)

Another girl sidled up and smiled shyly, "Hey Kagome. I'd say hello to Yuka and Ayumi but it seems like they're busy…"

"Yeah, about the word thing, anyway, what'd you get on your project?"

"I do not bother with these mindless regiment ways of this school…" Eri posed dramatically. Kagome looked at her with a raised eyebrow before saying, "You realize he's already passed by?"

Eri snapped her fingers, "Drat! I was so good to!"

"Yep, drama team next semester for sure. What about your project?"

Eri flopped against the lockers, "Dunno, didn't stick around long enough. We had some scary senior supervisor come in and grade ours. God, I thought those poor cardboard posters would keel over in fright if they weren't already processed wood."

"Ah, poor baby. I had some nobody."

"That's not nice Ayumi," Kagome closed her locker and went to step forward when something collided into her at mach speed 5. And for the second time that day, Kagome clasped her hands to her forehead.

"Ga-dammit girl! Will ya watch where you put that head of yours!"

"Oh...you again." Kagome rolled her eyes (hands still clasped) and glared at the boy. "You need to be nicer."

The boy gave her a funny look, "I think I bonked you too hard."

"Aw leave her be Inuyasha, you've traumatized enough girls for one day." A jovial, deceptively gentlemanly kid knocked Inuyasha aside gently (into the lockers, "Hey!") and knelt in front of Kagome with a simple smile, "My dear girl…" he began but was interrupted by a "MIROKU!" shout somewhere down the hall way. Said person's smile twitched and drooped before dropping Kagome's hand. (Kagome: Whoa! When'd he pick my hands up!)

"MIROKU! BACK AWAY FROM THE GIRL, NOW!"

"Oh dear, seems class is about to begin. Toodles!" And with that the boy tore off down the hall way, maneuvering deftly among the horde. Inuyasha got up, not so nimbly, and ran off as well. Kagome sat stunned for a few more seconds before Ayumi and Eri helped her up. Yuka had left long ago.

"Was he wearing all purple or was that just me?" asked Kagome.

"No, he definitely was wearing all purple," confirmed Ayumi with a firm nod.

"I wonder where he got purple pants like that…" wondered Eri.

"Hey!" a sharp voice made them jump, "Have you seen a purple-clothed boy who is a complete pervert but is really cute and makes you want to smack him to the moon every time he tries something with you!" The new girl was breathing hard and looked completely pissed off. In unison Kagome, Ayumi, and Eri pointed off down the hall. The new girl didn't even say thank you as she charged off with her battle cry: "MIROKU! YOU'RE DEAD!"

"You do realize we're late, right?" said Eri after a moment.

"Yeah…"

"Well, not like detention is such a bad thing," Kagome chirped, "After all, people get sent there all the time and they come back don't they?"

"Yeah…"

"Unless its that creepy supervisor of mine," Eri shuddered, "It'd be nothing short of miraculous if we survived his detention methods."

Her friends' nodded in agreement. "Then I suggest you start praying to whatever god you believe in…"

Startled (again, scare easy these girls…) the girls turned around to stare up and up at the, wouldn't you know it, scary supervisor. He gave a not-too-nice smile, "Start marching."

Well, I kinda didn't know when to stop with this one, it seemed like an okay spot here…(Sorry its short . )