AN: Wow......a new fic. Let's hope that I finish this
one......
Oh, and to all of you dancers, please...no flames. I myself enjoy
watching people dance. I just never could......so I know practically
nothing about it....
Disclaimer: I own Inuyasha...in my fantasy world, where I have a
billion dollars and am dating Orlando Bloom AND Tom Felton......
This fic is dedicated to my good friend Kelsey, a.k.a. Pink Arrow
Kagome. She's the one that edits and posts my stories, since my
computer hates me and to spite me, doesn't let me post. Here's to you
Kels!
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Dances With Dogs
Friends, Old and New
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~Inuyasha~
It's not like I have anything against dancing. Really, I don't.
It's
just the whole whirling girls in pink tutus while wearing tights in
front of a horde of people just isn't my thing. And let's face it, men
really weren't supposed to wear tights. I'm also as clumsy as an ox,
but that's besides the point.
My best friend Miroku actually likes watching people leap about
on
stage. Only because there are skin-tight costumes involved. He gets
this big grin on his face while watching them twirl about. So when he
slunk over to me with that exact sheepish grin on his face, I knew
something was terribly, terribly wrong.
"Hey, Inuyasha.....you know how you told me to sign you up for
kickboxing and cooking yesterday when they had a sign up sheet for
classes?"
Yes, I have a soft spot for cooking. I can whip up a mean tuna
casserole in three seconds flat. Not that I'd ever tried, of course.
"Yesssss....." I drew out the last syllable, knowing that I wasn't
going to like what he was going to say next.
"Well, they were all full, so I signed us up for ballet!" He grinned
even wider.
My room, which happened to be the room where this horrific journey
began in, was so silent you could've heard a pin drop. Unfortunately,
I didn't have a pin to drop on the floor. So I used the next best thing.
Miroku's head.
"You...signed...me...up...for...ballet?! Of all things!! Why
ballet?!" I pinned him to the ground and twisted his arm.
"Ow!! Get off!! I only signed us up because a pack of girls was next to
me, so I didn't see which list I wrote our names!" Ah...of course.
Women were Miroku's ultimate weakness. But I wasn't going to let him
slide this time. I jammed my fist into his head a couple dozen times
and ground his face into the carpet of my floor. I then picked him up
and dumped him unceremoniously into the dumpster behind my apartment
building. Now he was where he belonged. Dusting off my hands and
blocking out his painful yells and colorful curses, I turned the corner
to my high school to sort this whole mess out.
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~Kagome~
"Shikon High. Lovely name for a penitentiary," I spat
pessimistically. I hated school.
"Now honey, we agreed that you wouldn't say anything until after you
got home." My mother gave me a warning look, which basically read "I'm
tired, I'm sore from lifting boxes, and I don't want to hear any crap
from you about this new school." I wisely shut my mouth and got out. As
I watched her ratty, secondhand convertible speed away, a knot of worry
twisted in my stomach. It's not like I was worried about the school
itself, I'd moved six times before this, changing schools each time. I
was used to starting over. I was just nervous about what had happened
at my old school. Would it happen here? Shaking the thoughts from my
head, I walked into the old brick building.
"Hey, you! Can you help--damn." I cursed under my
breath as the
students quickly sped off to their classes. I needed to know where the
"Welcome Office" was. And WHAT it was.
"Hey, you lost or somethin'?" I jumped as a voice behind me rang out in
the nearly empty hall. I turned quickly, and came face to face with a
girl roughly my age, with a slight sunburn from being
outside too often
and a kind smile.
"Yeah. I need to know where the Welcome Office is. And the nearest
escape route from this place."
She laughed, a nice melodious laugh, before saying, "Here, come with
me." I smiled wanly before following her. "My name's Sango. Sango
Hiraikotsu. The nearest escape route is downstairs to the left. Someone
busted the emergency alarm on the door and 'forgot' to tell Ol'
Toutousai."
"Oh, that's a good idea! Could've used that at my old school. My name's
Kagome. Kagome Higurashi. And who's this Toutousai?"
She grinned. "He's the principal. He looks old and slow but he's got
the ears of a fox, nose of a dog, eyes of a hawk, and is as smart as a
pig."
"A....pig?"
"Yeah. They're supposed to be smarter than dogs."
"So basically you're saying to stay as far away from his as possible?"
"Basically." We both laughed and started talking about our families.
She has a brother named Kohaku, same age as my brother, Souta. She
lived about two blocks from my house, and had a cat named Kirara, like
my Buyo.
"Here it is." We stopped in front of a door with the words 'W lcom
O ic"
on it.
"Wlcom Oic?"
"The three e's and two f's
were stolen."
"Who would steal letters?"
"Some idiot."
"Ah. So what do I do here?"
"Just go in and tell them you're new. I'll see you later, I've got to
get back to class."
"Oh, sorry, you won't get into any trouble, right?"
"Nah, I'll just tell him that I was helping the new kid. He'll probably
give me extra credit for being a 'model citizen'. Good luck!"
I could hear the unspoken "You'll need it" after she retreated down the
hall. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
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AN: WHAHAHAHA!!! I should just stop here. I really should. But then it
would be short, and I'm trying to get over my short chapters.....
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~Kagome~
I was expecting an army drill sergeant, I was expecting a prison
ward,
I was expecting a pack of ferocious dogs about to tear me limb from
limb, I was expecting everything when I stepped into that office.
Everything except a guy roughly the same age as me, screaming at
the
top of his lungs at a slightly frazzled looking young girl, "I ABSOLUTELY
REFUSE TO PRANCE AROUND ON STAGE IN TIGHTS LIKE SOME FUCKING MORON!!!! MEN
AREN'T SUPPOSED TO WEAR TIGHTS!! IT'S JUST DAMN WRONG!!"
His violet eyes blazed as he presented his speech.
I couldn't hold my tongue. "Oh, I actually think that they look
good
in tights." He spun around and glared at me.
"Who the hell are you?" So much for good first impressions.
"The new girl." I stared cooly at him, before he rolled his eyes
and
turned back to the girl he had just been shouting at a minute ago.
"Look Rin, all I'm saying is I have to be in a different class! I
CANNOT and WILL NOT dance!" With that he spun on his heel and strode
out, after giving me one last hard glare. I made a rude gesture at his
retreating back before turning around to the girl. I looked her over
and discovered that she was about my age, if not a year younger. "Uh,
hey, are you alright?" She was pale and looked close to tears.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. What can I do for you?" She wiped her eyes and
adopted a more professional tone.
"Uh, they told me to come here, being new and all. Are you the
secretary? You look really young..." Her lips tightened, and i mentally
slapped my blunt self. Apparently it was a touchy subject.
"I'm 16. And I work as a secretary during my free block." Ah, just as I
had thought. One year younger.
"That's cool. So what do I do?"
"If you go down that hall and to your right, there should be a door
that says 'Principal' on it. Mr. Toutousai should be there. Keyword
there: should." I gave her a small smile, said my thanks, and went down
the hall. I soon found Mr. Toutousai's office. Taking another big
breath, I rapped on the door, my knocks echoing through the empty hall.
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~Inuyasha~
Damn. Damn. Damn. That one word rang through my head. Rin would
gladly
take me out of the class, her being afraid of me and all. But she'd run
it by Sesshomaru, my brother and her boyfriend, and he'd squash it,
saying it would be good for me.
So basically I was stuck.
And then there was that new girl, the one in the office, the only
person who hadn't cowered under my glare. "What a bitch," I said out
loud, thrusting my hands even deeper into my pockets. Probably another
air-headed snob. Like most of the girls in this crappy school, save a
few. She had a nice face, i gave her that much. She just needed to shut
her mouth. I wandered to my classroom, in deep thought, which Miroku
would've said didn't happen very often. Screw him. I hoped he was still
stuck in that dumpster.
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~Miroku~
"Help! Please! ANYONE?! Damn, what do these people throw away? It
stinks! HELP!! I'M STUCK IN A DUMPSTER!! DOESN'T ANYONE CARE?!"
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AN: There, I'll stop there. Still pretty short. Ah, well. Review
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