DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Inuyasha. Hanazakarino Kimitachihe is the Japanese manga and the Taiwanese drama that this story is based on, I don't own that either.
Please, enjoy the story.
Osaka Gakuen
By xiaoxue
Section One: Tomorrow's Way
From: "Kagome Higurashi"
To: "Sango Sanada"
Subject: Sango...
I need your help.
I'm desperate.
I can't handle this anymore.
I'm coming over tonight at 8:00.
Don't ask questions.
Love,
Kagome
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From: "Sango Sanada"
To: "Kagome Higurashi"
Subject: Whatever...
...happened to instant messaging?
Oh, that's right. You're never online. Instead you like to kick it old school and use e-mails.
Fine. No questions asked.
I'll set up your sleeping bag in my room.
Your wonderful practically-attached-at-the-hip-sister/best friend,
Sango.
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From: "Miroku Nishikido"
To: "Inuyasha Takahashi"
Subject: What a year.
Hey, guess what? This is the beginning of our second year.
We're sophomores!
It's nice to no longer be freshmen.
How do you feel?
Huh, Inuyasha?
How does it feel?
Reply back, plz.
(You're in the presence of the handsome Prince Miroku, bow down before his Royal Highness.)
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From: "Inuyasha Takahashi"
To: "Miroku Nishikido"
Subject: Gross.
You're pathetic, you know that?
So what if we're sophomores? I still have to spend another year doing absolutely nothing while you get to go out and play your soccer or whatever it is that you do. I blame the track coach, thank God he was fired. That bastard, I tore a damn ligament in my knee and all he could think of what to push all of us even harder. Luckily I was the only one who got hurt.
Did you see the freshmen this year?
What retards.
They're puny! They're going to ruin the reputation!
Ah, what the hell. What can I do?
I gotta go, man.
My mom's pestering me for dinner.
See ya later.
P.S. WTF is with your signature?! What are you, a girl? Plus, you're nineteen, not five!
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From: "Miroku Nishikido"
To: "Kouga Koide"
Subject: I was ditched.
Inuyasha left.
So I'll just talk to you instead.
How is my little playboy doing?
I heard the president made you dorm leader.
Excited?
Ha! You have to give tours to the freshmen! -points and laughs-
This is going to be a fun year.
(You're in the presence of the handsome Prince Miroku, bow down before his Royal Highness.)
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From: "Kouga Koide"
To: "Miroku Nishikido"
Subject: Miroku Nishikido is a...
Turd.
Hey, you don't have a right to call me a playboy.
Yes, the president made me dorm leader. And the freshmen aren't that bad. They're just scrawny little kids who are just being introduced to the real world. We should help them out, after all, we used to be freshmen. Who knows, maybe one day we'll be repaid for our good deeds.
You need to be more open-minded, my friend.
Plus, I don't give a dog shit about Inuyasha.
He's been all cold and bitter ever since his injury.
He's changed, Miroku.
P.S. Change your damned signature!
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From: "Miroku Nishikido"
To: "Kouga Koide"
Subject: You're a bastard.
If you tore a ligament in your knee and suffered such an injury, your dreams being taken away from you — you'd be cold and bitter too. You know how much Inuyasha loves the track team, especially high jump. Even though the doctors told him to wait for one year before he could jump again, there's a possibility that he will never jump again.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?
Suffering an injury like that is serious. Not only physically, but mentally.
He's done a lot for you in the past, don't just turn your back on him because he's hurt.
You should be feeling for him, treating him out for a nice meal or bringing him out for karaoke. Instead, you're being a real jerk.
I don't even know why I'm bothering with you.
P.S. NO! I like my signature! Asshole.
(You're in the presence of the handsome Prince Miroku, bow down before his Royal Highness.)
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From: "Kouga Koide"
To: "Miroku Nishikido"
Subject: Oh, come on!
Miroku, Inuyasha's not the same person he used to be.
Yes, I know that suffering from an injury is hard, considering how many operations and family issues he's had to go through. But that doesn't mean he has the right to take it out on us.
Haven't you noticed that his moods have been really rotten lately?
Everyone knows that he loves jumping, but he's too stubborn to pick it back up. Even his rivals are trying hard to get him back into the game. Without Inuyasha, high jumping is just another sport. However, he's too proud to admit that he wants to go back.
That's what's pissing me off.
We all know that he loves it, but he won't admit it.
What is he trying to hide?
You know he's changed. And I know you're his best friend, but how can you defend a guy like that?
Wake up, Miroku.
P.S. I'll pay you ten bucks if you'll take off that stupid signature.
"Sango, is Kagome sleeping over tonight again?" A young boy stood in her bedroom doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Don't stay up too late, I have basketball practice tomorrow morning."
"Alright, Kohaku. I promise we'll keep it down." Sango smiled at her younger brother, watching as he ran into the other room. As the doorbell rang, Sango bolted down the stairs and practically slammed into the front door before opening it. "Kago...!" She began excitedly. "...me?" Her best friend looked extra pissed, and it told Sango that something had happened back at home again. "Are you alright?"
"Do I look alright, Miss Sanada?" Kagome asked as she stomped into the house. "Ugh! I can't even stand this anymore! I'm a freaking freshmen in college, not high school! Why can't they just let me off and let me make my own freaking decisions? I don't know what's wrong with them. Or is it me? Is there something wrong with me, Sango?" Kagome dropped her sleeping bag onto the ceramic tiled floor with a soft 'thud' and took off her backpack.
"And I supposed they are your parents?" When Kagome didn't respond, Sango let out a sigh. "Again, Kagome?" She found that her best friend had been getting into intense arguments with her parents a lot lately, and it troubled her. Having a bad relationship with your parents wasn't a very good thing. Deciding that maybe right now wasn't the time to talk about it, Sango changed the subject. "Let's watch some TV."
Sitting down in the living room for what seemed like hours when it was really just mere minutes, something caught Kagome's attention. "What's this?" She asked, lifting up a brochure that was lying on the coffee table.
"Oh that, that's just a brochure from the college Kohaku wants to apply to." Sango brushed it off and stuffed another chip into her mouth.
"Osaka Gakuen?" Kagome's eyes scanned the cover and a sly smile appeared on her face. "An all-boys' school, huh?" This was the perfect opportunity. "I have an idea, Sango."