Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha....
Ah! I'm back! Muwahahahaha!!! This is another story from yours truly! Hope you enjoy it as much as my others and if this is the first you have read of mine, then welcome to the crowd! I like to meet new readers, so don't forget to review! I'm sure you won't, right?
Anyway, this story is a little different than my others, as some of you will see. I hope I can get a good amount of a humor into this fic, though it will be a little tough. But there will be some, even if it kills me... Okay, I won't go to that drastic of a measure, but I will try my best.
Also, just a warning, this story starts before the whole 'title, chapter, author' thingy, but I am not sure as to whether or not further chapters will, though...
Well... On with the story!
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She sat atop the school building, idly watching the ever changing clouds roll by. Clouds were never the same. One could be a tiny wisp will another could cover a vast sea, and hold but a drop of water. The shapes, as well as size, always differed. One could see a ship from one and a bunny from another- or even an enormous flying dragon. She was lucky enough to see them all. Those clouds... were a gentle representation to the life that she lived, the path she had taken, the love she gained, and the pain she endured. Her life... started with him.
Gazing over her shoulder, she spotted him, watching the same sky she had. He looked regal, one could say, with the authorative air that surrounded him. He was definitely someone she could stare at for hours, yet never become accustomed to. This man...
'I owe him everything... Mankind owes him everything... The race that denied him was saved by him and they will never know.' She reflected sadly on the torment she heard him speak of. He was so strong and she, she was weak.
It tore her up even more at this moment to know that she wouldn't be able to see the rest of his life through with him. The one that stood next to him made that certainly clear... She had to do it... to save him from her. She had to and, if she had spoken to him, to tell him how much she cared, he wouldn't hear. That tore her up the most. She had never told him. He would never know. 'For you... I will...'
She saw the glint in the womans eye, telling her clearly that it was time to end the game. The game which held his life in its center. The game that would only end when his life did. The game that began when they had met. A game that could only be called a game by a person who saw the irony in the situation. She saw it. The game was at its end and running into over time. She would keep it going... With a simple, yet complex sacrific. It wouldn't end; not with her still living.
Looking back to him one last time, she stood and balanced on the world's edge. If it took this, she was strong enough to do it. That was all the strength she had. 'For you.'
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When You're at the Bottom
A History Lesson sets the Stage
By Sakura-chan88
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An ordinary first day at Shikon High. The halls were crowded and gossip could be heard from the groups of girls whereas the up coming sport's seasons was the big discussion with the boys. A few loners walked aimlessly through the hall, watching gangs of friends with a distant longing. A few giggles resounded from one particular rabble of girls, which happened to be the snottiest and richest of the school. Well, not the richest.
The one that walked through the hall, receiving a few cat call's and a polite smile from a few girls here and there, was the wealthiest. Wealthy with minimum popularity. Higurashi Kagome.
She loved it.
Money and personal space. What more could a girl ask for?
The personal space didn't come easily, though. In order to get that, she had punched one of her 'fans' for being 'overfriendly'. That happened in the third grade and all the poor boy had done was try to drape his arm over her shoulder. Funny thing was, that boy happened to be her best friend at this point, but no one else needed to know that. After all, no one would believe a girl could be 'only friends' with Mujaki Miroku.
Speaking of Miroku...
***SMACK***
"HENTAI!" A familiar voice screeched angrily.
Kagome shook her head in pity. She had once believed Sango to be a very smart girl- someone that learned fast. Even though Sango was her only other true friend, she had to admit that, when it came to Miroku, Sango was a little... slow...
Rounding the corner, she found her friends standing in front of their first hour class. Well, Miroku was sprawled on the ground with a red hand print on his cheek and Sango jumping on his back, shouting at him.
"You. Are. Such. A. JERK!" Each word came out when she landed, emphasizing her statement extraordinarily well.
"Mou... Sango, don't you think your being a little too harsh?" Kagome asked, watching Miroku's expression twist in pain when she stopped jumping and dug her heal in his back.
With an innocent smile, Sango regarded her in a forced tone of sweetness, "not at all!" Kagome just giggled.
After helping her beaten friend to his feet, she sighed and entered the class. "Oh, yippee. History is our first hour this year, is it?" Her voice dripped with scornful sarcasm.
"Isn't it odd that we seem to have the same classes at the same time with the same classmates each year?" Miroku asked dryly as his eyes surveyed the room.
Kagome had to admit some truth behind that. Ever since the sixth grade, Kagome, Sango, Miroku had been stuck in the same first and fifth hour classes with Aoi Kikyo and Kami Yura. One year, to Kagome's dismay, they had also had sixth hour together. And every year, History was first hour, Art was fifth hour, and sixth hour was P.E.
"So, Kikyo?" Kagome asked with a neutral expression. Kikyo responded by lifting a paper with her classes in the air. This was the only time of the year that the 'truce' existed. Any other time, had either of them spoken to each other, a fight would have broken out. It seemed everything was working against them this year.
They would be spending six hours of school together... Their classes were identical.
"It looks like I'll be able to help you in each of your classes this year," Kagome sneered. "We don't want you flunking, and since we'll be having the same classes, it would be so easy to help. What do you say, dear?"
"Sorry, sweetie, but I don't need your help," Kikyo replied. "You see, I am an A+ student in math and, to be frank, I don't feel like having that grade drop. Perhaps I'll help you. After all, daddy's money doesn't mean a thing if your brain can't comprehend such simple subjects."
And that was the trumpet, sounding the war's commencing.
Kagome's palm was first to connect with her opponent's face and Yura's fist was first to blow a punch. Kikyo fell out of her seat from the hit while Kagome stumbled backward and Sango took a fighting stance. In a flash, Yura was knocked over the teachers desk and Kikyo was on her feet. Before Kagome knew it, she was being dragged back by Miroku as he stepped in front of Kikyo's assault.
By the time the teacher had arrived, the uninvolved student's had lined the wall to watch and, at the teacher's entrance, Sango, Miroku, and Yura stopped fighting. Sango had broken Yura's nose and received a bruise on her cheek. Miroku had a few scratches on his arm. However, Kagome and Kikyo hadn't finished their battle and didn't plan to.
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'Poor teacher,' Kagome thought with absolutely no feeling. The stupid teacher had stepped between her and Kikyo when she was just about to tear her hair out of her head. For that, Kikyo had kneed him in the stomach and Kagome had slapped him. On accident, they'd exclaimed.
Afterward, they had both sat back and laughed, giving each other a high-five. Realizing what they had done, they began another fight which resulted in their parents being called. Their parents merely waved a thousand dollars (sorry, I am not familiar with Yen) in the Principles face and left.
Walking back to first hour, which would be over in ten minutes or so, Kagome yawned. Fighting takes a lot of energy.
She walked into class, apologizing to the teacher and explaining that she was given a month of detention- though she hadn't- and took her seat next to Sango. She looked bored. Totally and utterly bored. Miroku looked just as bad, but the rest of the class... They were fuming as wave after wave of pure rage washed off of them.
'No again,' she groaned in exasperation. Every year started out the same way. Why couldn't the teachers find a more stimulating lecture for the first day?
"As I was saying," the teacher- Mr. Waruko- spoke with disgust. Kagome vaguely noticed the red mark on his face and stifled a squeal of delight. "Humans, for the past 500 years, have been ruled by youkai," he spat. "Youkai, as we all know, have the power to see us gutted for any reason they find suitable. If you do anything to anger or annoy them, you will find yourself wishing for a quick death. Punishment for looking at them the wrong way could be anyway from imprisonment to torture to death. This has been a very dark time for humans, as we had once had an upper hand. Can anyone tell me what went wrong?"
Kagome rose her hand boredly, not wanting to listen to the teacher anymore. He liked his voice way too much.
"Yes, Ms. Higurashi?"
"The Miko known as Midoriko defeated a swarm of youkai at the cost of her life. In doing so, her heart was rejected by her body and forced out, along with the spirits her powers had collected, and formed a jewel known as the Shikon no Tama. This school was named after it to scorn us for our stupidity," she said, reciting the lines every teacher had spoken.
She continued, saying, "the jewel had the power to grant a youkai any wish because of the evil souls within. A group of villager's found it and took it to a Miko in the nearest village. However, the village was not near enough and a youkai claimed it as his own before it reached its destination. That youkai, who is still live today and is known as Naraku, used the jewel to track down and eliminate all Miko or potential threats."
At this point Sango took over. "All potential threats from that era were wiped out and Naraku assumed the spot as ruler of Japan. Japan, under his control, was divided into a social latter. Human slaves were stripped of all possessions and given the lowest spot on the latter. Human's with little or no money were forced into this category. Wealthy humans were the only ones to escape imprisonment. Each human must work for money to pay Naraku or suffer enslavement."
"They are the next highest on the latter," Miroku muttered. "Hanyou are stuck between wealthy humans and poor youkai. Depending on the situation its parents are in, the hanyou may be disowned, banished, or- if they are lucky- given a chance to prove themselves. They have it easier than us, though."
Kagome stayed silent. She wasn't so sure that they were right. She had seen only one hanyou before and she had been beaten by her own kind and spat on by humans. That was something that not even a human slave endured, but when she tried to help the girl, she had bit her and run away.
Taking a deep breath, Kagome spoke, "Youkai have a latter of their own. Based on yearly income, they are split into sections- the wealthiest on the top and the poorest on the bottom. Naraku is on top and will remain there until someone dethrones him. Since no known Miko exist, we can only pray for help from Kami."
"Very well said," Mr. Waruko said curtly. "Extra credit will be given to each of you... Higurashi Kagome, Mujaki Miroku and... Taijiya Sango." He turned his attention to a green grade book, marking them down for the given points. "Now," he began, his voice like venom. "Onto facilities we should be thankful to have and why we have them-"
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"Which we will begin with tomorrow," he added. "Have a great first day at Shikon High."
Kagome shook her head. All the teachers were the same. Each and every one of them. The all changed moods at the speed of light. Each had that tone of voice that, even when they are speaking politely, you know that you are in trouble or will be very soon. Plus, they all made Kagome sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand school, but they had choosen to go all the way through, then go into college for a couple years, and then teach in a school. How could they stand it!
'Oh well, not need to ponder useless things...'
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Now, sitting in art class, Kagome found herself smiling at the back of a fuming Sango's head. Miroku had choosen to sketch an assumption of what she would look like with nothing more than clouds covering her personal areas. Of course, Sango was more than made and had shown it by throwing her shoe at him. He, in turn, ducked under the desk and the shoe found its way to the teacher. Luckily, it was intersepted by some innocent bystandard. A boy named Hojo, she later found out.
Sango had explained herself, flushing in embassassement, but when the teacher saw it, it just made matters worse. The teacher- Mrs. Takani- loved it. She said, 'it is a great representation of the essence of human beauty. It is a complement to find yourself in such art. This here- this is truely art.'
Personally, Kagome thought Mrs. Takani had gone senile- or blind. Either way, she hadn't helped at all. Sango beat Miroku even harder. The teacher had unknowingly given his ego a boost. A huge boost.
Kagome sighed and looked at her picture. They had been doing sketches, of course, but Kagome couldn't stand to keep her sketch colorless. She'd be marked down for sure.
Her picture was of a lone miko standing on a grassy hilltop, watching as the clouds rolled by with nothing more than a shadow to keep her company. It wasn't her shadow either. THough others wouldn't notice it, the shadow turned out to be much diffrent then the person casting it. The shadow was dubbed the miko's lover- her warrior; a night in shinning armor. Kagome didn't know how it was possible, but the drawing just flowed out of her. Even the deing sunset and the bow held as if to pierce the sun with its arrow were drawn without thought, but meant something. She understood the meaning.
The sunset was one of crimson, illistrating the tragic fall of the mikos. The bow held in defiance was a glimmer of hope that not all perished, that one fought and survived, that one broke free the bonds of fate and defied history. The lone miko wasn't an unknown. That miko was Kagome.
Kagome snorted. 'If only I was one. I could help...' It was only a fantasy. A fantasy with a missing piece. That shadow.
"HENTAI!" Sango shrieked and a resounding slap followed. "MI-RO-KU!"
Leaning back in her chair, Kagome watched the fight unfold. She should have seen that coming... All first days were the same.
After a few minutes of watching her friend be helplessly beaten, she intervined and escorted him to the nurse. Moments later, he exited the nurse's office with a new handprint on his face. Kagome merely chuckled at his innocent 'sorry, I couldn't help it' expression, which was made complete with a shrug.
"When will you learn, Miroku?" she asked, walking back to class with him. "You would think that after going to the same school for ten years, you would have learned to leave her be."
"Haven't you ever thought it possible that I have tried that?"
"Nope."
Miroku sighed. "Nobody takes me seriously."
"I wonder why," she said dryly.
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"Well," Miroku sighed. "It's time for P.E."
"You don't sound as happy as usual," Kagome commented, changing directions.
"Would you speak happily about something that you know will get you hurt?" She shook her head. "Well, believe it or not Kagome, I don't either."
"So don't do anything to get pummeled by Sango," she said in exasperation. "Surely it isn't that hard to do!"
"Hmm...."
Kagome sighed in disgust and stalked off. "Men."
"What about us?"
"You never make anything simple and when you do, nothing happens."
"Huh?"
"Just think about it. You'll understand faster than you want to."
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"HENTAI!"
Kagome looked over to Sango with a slanted expression. There were currently sitting on the bleachers, watching as the basketball game steadily turned into a 'beat Miroku senseless' rampage. "See, you aren't the only one."
"He will never learn... will he?"
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"HENTAI!"
"No," the said in unison.
"HENTAI!"
***SLAP***
"Not in a thousand years," Kagome muttered.
"HENTAI!"
***SLAP***
***THUD***
"Better make that two thousand," Sango recalculated, flinching as another girl struck the already bruised Miroku.
"Should we save him this time?"
"NO!" Sango huffed. "Last time I was rewarded by him 'falling' on me."
"Sango... That was really an accident, ne?"
She blushed and looked away. "So what? It wasn't an accident that his hands landed there."
"HENTAI!"
Kagome watched as one of the girls got hold of the basketball and checked it at the back of Miroku's head. Miroku suddenly felt that it was time to take a nap.
"Ummm... Sango?"
"Hmm?"
"Miroku's unconscious again."
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"HENTAI!"
"Never mind."
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A/N: So, how was it? Did you enjoy the begining? I hope so! I now that I shouldn't be writing another story with 'You!' not complete, but this one came to me and I couldn't ignore it. Also, the begining of this one started out uniquely and I am not sure if it will continue that way. If it does, then it will be a really jumble, but that might not be all that bad.... Hmmm.... Anyway, Inu will make his debut on either the next chapter or the one after, okay?
Well... Good, bad, could be better? Comments, questions, suggestion, anything goes! Creative criticism is appreciated! Review, please.
Ja ne minna!
Ah! I'm back! Muwahahahaha!!! This is another story from yours truly! Hope you enjoy it as much as my others and if this is the first you have read of mine, then welcome to the crowd! I like to meet new readers, so don't forget to review! I'm sure you won't, right?
Anyway, this story is a little different than my others, as some of you will see. I hope I can get a good amount of a humor into this fic, though it will be a little tough. But there will be some, even if it kills me... Okay, I won't go to that drastic of a measure, but I will try my best.
Also, just a warning, this story starts before the whole 'title, chapter, author' thingy, but I am not sure as to whether or not further chapters will, though...
Well... On with the story!
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She sat atop the school building, idly watching the ever changing clouds roll by. Clouds were never the same. One could be a tiny wisp will another could cover a vast sea, and hold but a drop of water. The shapes, as well as size, always differed. One could see a ship from one and a bunny from another- or even an enormous flying dragon. She was lucky enough to see them all. Those clouds... were a gentle representation to the life that she lived, the path she had taken, the love she gained, and the pain she endured. Her life... started with him.
Gazing over her shoulder, she spotted him, watching the same sky she had. He looked regal, one could say, with the authorative air that surrounded him. He was definitely someone she could stare at for hours, yet never become accustomed to. This man...
'I owe him everything... Mankind owes him everything... The race that denied him was saved by him and they will never know.' She reflected sadly on the torment she heard him speak of. He was so strong and she, she was weak.
It tore her up even more at this moment to know that she wouldn't be able to see the rest of his life through with him. The one that stood next to him made that certainly clear... She had to do it... to save him from her. She had to and, if she had spoken to him, to tell him how much she cared, he wouldn't hear. That tore her up the most. She had never told him. He would never know. 'For you... I will...'
She saw the glint in the womans eye, telling her clearly that it was time to end the game. The game which held his life in its center. The game that would only end when his life did. The game that began when they had met. A game that could only be called a game by a person who saw the irony in the situation. She saw it. The game was at its end and running into over time. She would keep it going... With a simple, yet complex sacrific. It wouldn't end; not with her still living.
Looking back to him one last time, she stood and balanced on the world's edge. If it took this, she was strong enough to do it. That was all the strength she had. 'For you.'
When You're at the Bottom
A History Lesson sets the Stage
By Sakura-chan88
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An ordinary first day at Shikon High. The halls were crowded and gossip could be heard from the groups of girls whereas the up coming sport's seasons was the big discussion with the boys. A few loners walked aimlessly through the hall, watching gangs of friends with a distant longing. A few giggles resounded from one particular rabble of girls, which happened to be the snottiest and richest of the school. Well, not the richest.
The one that walked through the hall, receiving a few cat call's and a polite smile from a few girls here and there, was the wealthiest. Wealthy with minimum popularity. Higurashi Kagome.
She loved it.
Money and personal space. What more could a girl ask for?
The personal space didn't come easily, though. In order to get that, she had punched one of her 'fans' for being 'overfriendly'. That happened in the third grade and all the poor boy had done was try to drape his arm over her shoulder. Funny thing was, that boy happened to be her best friend at this point, but no one else needed to know that. After all, no one would believe a girl could be 'only friends' with Mujaki Miroku.
Speaking of Miroku...
***SMACK***
"HENTAI!" A familiar voice screeched angrily.
Kagome shook her head in pity. She had once believed Sango to be a very smart girl- someone that learned fast. Even though Sango was her only other true friend, she had to admit that, when it came to Miroku, Sango was a little... slow...
Rounding the corner, she found her friends standing in front of their first hour class. Well, Miroku was sprawled on the ground with a red hand print on his cheek and Sango jumping on his back, shouting at him.
"You. Are. Such. A. JERK!" Each word came out when she landed, emphasizing her statement extraordinarily well.
"Mou... Sango, don't you think your being a little too harsh?" Kagome asked, watching Miroku's expression twist in pain when she stopped jumping and dug her heal in his back.
With an innocent smile, Sango regarded her in a forced tone of sweetness, "not at all!" Kagome just giggled.
After helping her beaten friend to his feet, she sighed and entered the class. "Oh, yippee. History is our first hour this year, is it?" Her voice dripped with scornful sarcasm.
"Isn't it odd that we seem to have the same classes at the same time with the same classmates each year?" Miroku asked dryly as his eyes surveyed the room.
Kagome had to admit some truth behind that. Ever since the sixth grade, Kagome, Sango, Miroku had been stuck in the same first and fifth hour classes with Aoi Kikyo and Kami Yura. One year, to Kagome's dismay, they had also had sixth hour together. And every year, History was first hour, Art was fifth hour, and sixth hour was P.E.
"So, Kikyo?" Kagome asked with a neutral expression. Kikyo responded by lifting a paper with her classes in the air. This was the only time of the year that the 'truce' existed. Any other time, had either of them spoken to each other, a fight would have broken out. It seemed everything was working against them this year.
They would be spending six hours of school together... Their classes were identical.
"It looks like I'll be able to help you in each of your classes this year," Kagome sneered. "We don't want you flunking, and since we'll be having the same classes, it would be so easy to help. What do you say, dear?"
"Sorry, sweetie, but I don't need your help," Kikyo replied. "You see, I am an A+ student in math and, to be frank, I don't feel like having that grade drop. Perhaps I'll help you. After all, daddy's money doesn't mean a thing if your brain can't comprehend such simple subjects."
And that was the trumpet, sounding the war's commencing.
Kagome's palm was first to connect with her opponent's face and Yura's fist was first to blow a punch. Kikyo fell out of her seat from the hit while Kagome stumbled backward and Sango took a fighting stance. In a flash, Yura was knocked over the teachers desk and Kikyo was on her feet. Before Kagome knew it, she was being dragged back by Miroku as he stepped in front of Kikyo's assault.
By the time the teacher had arrived, the uninvolved student's had lined the wall to watch and, at the teacher's entrance, Sango, Miroku, and Yura stopped fighting. Sango had broken Yura's nose and received a bruise on her cheek. Miroku had a few scratches on his arm. However, Kagome and Kikyo hadn't finished their battle and didn't plan to.
'Poor teacher,' Kagome thought with absolutely no feeling. The stupid teacher had stepped between her and Kikyo when she was just about to tear her hair out of her head. For that, Kikyo had kneed him in the stomach and Kagome had slapped him. On accident, they'd exclaimed.
Afterward, they had both sat back and laughed, giving each other a high-five. Realizing what they had done, they began another fight which resulted in their parents being called. Their parents merely waved a thousand dollars (sorry, I am not familiar with Yen) in the Principles face and left.
Walking back to first hour, which would be over in ten minutes or so, Kagome yawned. Fighting takes a lot of energy.
She walked into class, apologizing to the teacher and explaining that she was given a month of detention- though she hadn't- and took her seat next to Sango. She looked bored. Totally and utterly bored. Miroku looked just as bad, but the rest of the class... They were fuming as wave after wave of pure rage washed off of them.
'No again,' she groaned in exasperation. Every year started out the same way. Why couldn't the teachers find a more stimulating lecture for the first day?
"As I was saying," the teacher- Mr. Waruko- spoke with disgust. Kagome vaguely noticed the red mark on his face and stifled a squeal of delight. "Humans, for the past 500 years, have been ruled by youkai," he spat. "Youkai, as we all know, have the power to see us gutted for any reason they find suitable. If you do anything to anger or annoy them, you will find yourself wishing for a quick death. Punishment for looking at them the wrong way could be anyway from imprisonment to torture to death. This has been a very dark time for humans, as we had once had an upper hand. Can anyone tell me what went wrong?"
Kagome rose her hand boredly, not wanting to listen to the teacher anymore. He liked his voice way too much.
"Yes, Ms. Higurashi?"
"The Miko known as Midoriko defeated a swarm of youkai at the cost of her life. In doing so, her heart was rejected by her body and forced out, along with the spirits her powers had collected, and formed a jewel known as the Shikon no Tama. This school was named after it to scorn us for our stupidity," she said, reciting the lines every teacher had spoken.
She continued, saying, "the jewel had the power to grant a youkai any wish because of the evil souls within. A group of villager's found it and took it to a Miko in the nearest village. However, the village was not near enough and a youkai claimed it as his own before it reached its destination. That youkai, who is still live today and is known as Naraku, used the jewel to track down and eliminate all Miko or potential threats."
At this point Sango took over. "All potential threats from that era were wiped out and Naraku assumed the spot as ruler of Japan. Japan, under his control, was divided into a social latter. Human slaves were stripped of all possessions and given the lowest spot on the latter. Human's with little or no money were forced into this category. Wealthy humans were the only ones to escape imprisonment. Each human must work for money to pay Naraku or suffer enslavement."
"They are the next highest on the latter," Miroku muttered. "Hanyou are stuck between wealthy humans and poor youkai. Depending on the situation its parents are in, the hanyou may be disowned, banished, or- if they are lucky- given a chance to prove themselves. They have it easier than us, though."
Kagome stayed silent. She wasn't so sure that they were right. She had seen only one hanyou before and she had been beaten by her own kind and spat on by humans. That was something that not even a human slave endured, but when she tried to help the girl, she had bit her and run away.
Taking a deep breath, Kagome spoke, "Youkai have a latter of their own. Based on yearly income, they are split into sections- the wealthiest on the top and the poorest on the bottom. Naraku is on top and will remain there until someone dethrones him. Since no known Miko exist, we can only pray for help from Kami."
"Very well said," Mr. Waruko said curtly. "Extra credit will be given to each of you... Higurashi Kagome, Mujaki Miroku and... Taijiya Sango." He turned his attention to a green grade book, marking them down for the given points. "Now," he began, his voice like venom. "Onto facilities we should be thankful to have and why we have them-"
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"Which we will begin with tomorrow," he added. "Have a great first day at Shikon High."
Kagome shook her head. All the teachers were the same. Each and every one of them. The all changed moods at the speed of light. Each had that tone of voice that, even when they are speaking politely, you know that you are in trouble or will be very soon. Plus, they all made Kagome sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand school, but they had choosen to go all the way through, then go into college for a couple years, and then teach in a school. How could they stand it!
'Oh well, not need to ponder useless things...'
Now, sitting in art class, Kagome found herself smiling at the back of a fuming Sango's head. Miroku had choosen to sketch an assumption of what she would look like with nothing more than clouds covering her personal areas. Of course, Sango was more than made and had shown it by throwing her shoe at him. He, in turn, ducked under the desk and the shoe found its way to the teacher. Luckily, it was intersepted by some innocent bystandard. A boy named Hojo, she later found out.
Sango had explained herself, flushing in embassassement, but when the teacher saw it, it just made matters worse. The teacher- Mrs. Takani- loved it. She said, 'it is a great representation of the essence of human beauty. It is a complement to find yourself in such art. This here- this is truely art.'
Personally, Kagome thought Mrs. Takani had gone senile- or blind. Either way, she hadn't helped at all. Sango beat Miroku even harder. The teacher had unknowingly given his ego a boost. A huge boost.
Kagome sighed and looked at her picture. They had been doing sketches, of course, but Kagome couldn't stand to keep her sketch colorless. She'd be marked down for sure.
Her picture was of a lone miko standing on a grassy hilltop, watching as the clouds rolled by with nothing more than a shadow to keep her company. It wasn't her shadow either. THough others wouldn't notice it, the shadow turned out to be much diffrent then the person casting it. The shadow was dubbed the miko's lover- her warrior; a night in shinning armor. Kagome didn't know how it was possible, but the drawing just flowed out of her. Even the deing sunset and the bow held as if to pierce the sun with its arrow were drawn without thought, but meant something. She understood the meaning.
The sunset was one of crimson, illistrating the tragic fall of the mikos. The bow held in defiance was a glimmer of hope that not all perished, that one fought and survived, that one broke free the bonds of fate and defied history. The lone miko wasn't an unknown. That miko was Kagome.
Kagome snorted. 'If only I was one. I could help...' It was only a fantasy. A fantasy with a missing piece. That shadow.
"HENTAI!" Sango shrieked and a resounding slap followed. "MI-RO-KU!"
Leaning back in her chair, Kagome watched the fight unfold. She should have seen that coming... All first days were the same.
After a few minutes of watching her friend be helplessly beaten, she intervined and escorted him to the nurse. Moments later, he exited the nurse's office with a new handprint on his face. Kagome merely chuckled at his innocent 'sorry, I couldn't help it' expression, which was made complete with a shrug.
"When will you learn, Miroku?" she asked, walking back to class with him. "You would think that after going to the same school for ten years, you would have learned to leave her be."
"Haven't you ever thought it possible that I have tried that?"
"Nope."
Miroku sighed. "Nobody takes me seriously."
"I wonder why," she said dryly.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!
"Well," Miroku sighed. "It's time for P.E."
"You don't sound as happy as usual," Kagome commented, changing directions.
"Would you speak happily about something that you know will get you hurt?" She shook her head. "Well, believe it or not Kagome, I don't either."
"So don't do anything to get pummeled by Sango," she said in exasperation. "Surely it isn't that hard to do!"
"Hmm...."
Kagome sighed in disgust and stalked off. "Men."
"What about us?"
"You never make anything simple and when you do, nothing happens."
"Huh?"
"Just think about it. You'll understand faster than you want to."
"HENTAI!"
Kagome looked over to Sango with a slanted expression. There were currently sitting on the bleachers, watching as the basketball game steadily turned into a 'beat Miroku senseless' rampage. "See, you aren't the only one."
"He will never learn... will he?"
::::::silence::::::
"HENTAI!"
"No," the said in unison.
"HENTAI!"
***SLAP***
"Not in a thousand years," Kagome muttered.
"HENTAI!"
***SLAP***
***THUD***
"Better make that two thousand," Sango recalculated, flinching as another girl struck the already bruised Miroku.
"Should we save him this time?"
"NO!" Sango huffed. "Last time I was rewarded by him 'falling' on me."
"Sango... That was really an accident, ne?"
She blushed and looked away. "So what? It wasn't an accident that his hands landed there."
"HENTAI!"
Kagome watched as one of the girls got hold of the basketball and checked it at the back of Miroku's head. Miroku suddenly felt that it was time to take a nap.
"Ummm... Sango?"
"Hmm?"
"Miroku's unconscious again."
::::::silence::::::
"HENTAI!"
"Never mind."
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A/N: So, how was it? Did you enjoy the begining? I hope so! I now that I shouldn't be writing another story with 'You!' not complete, but this one came to me and I couldn't ignore it. Also, the begining of this one started out uniquely and I am not sure if it will continue that way. If it does, then it will be a really jumble, but that might not be all that bad.... Hmmm.... Anyway, Inu will make his debut on either the next chapter or the one after, okay?
Well... Good, bad, could be better? Comments, questions, suggestion, anything goes! Creative criticism is appreciated! Review, please.
Ja ne minna!