Poem of Love

Author: Anime Worship

Genre: Romance/General

Rating: Still don't know.

Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I said I owned this manga?

Police: No, unless you are Romiku Takashi under that hideous costume.

Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I said I was Romiku Takashi?

Police: No.

Disclaimer: Why?

Police: holds a pea-shooter at Disclaimer

Police: Would that give you an answer?

Kagome awoke in her own time to the sweet sound of her annoying alarm clock going off. She grunted, rolled over, and smashed her hand down on top of the loud thing. It shut up with a light 'boing'.

Kagome tried to fall asleep again, but was again disturbed by her blanket slipping off the bed. Discouraged now, Kagome stretched her stiff muscles and yawned real loud. Buyo, her fat lazy cat, strutted in through her door with feline grace. He eyed the still half-asleep girl of 17 on the bed, and decided to give her a proper wake-up call.

He crawled under Kagome's bed, behind it, and silently leaped onto the bed side table right besides the raven-haired girl. Surprisingly, she failed to notice him. She must've been in one of her now frequent day dreams. Kagome's head rested softly on her pearly-white knuckles, her eyes half-closed.

Buyo leaped! He sprang with enthusiasm onto Kagome's lap. A few moments later, a shriek could be heard through the old shrine.

Souta, a pre-teen of 12, was awakened by the shriek. Unlike his sister, he leaped off the bed, leaving the sheets and pillow in a lump on the floor. Souta dashed through the house and skidded to a messy stop in front of Kagome's door. He didn't hear anything, other than the chirping of birds from an open window… somewhere…

Souta carefully pushed open the door, and shrieked in mirth. Kagome had fallen off the bed, anime-style, with Buyo on top. The look on Kagome's face was priceless. It was a mix between aguish and scared. Kagome's hair was tangled, hanging over her face like some kind of freakish banshee that had a bad hair job. He closed the door again, and heard some very terrified cat yowls. Poor Buyo. Thought Souta as he strolled down the hall towards the bathroom. He had a handsome smirk plastered to his face.

Souta arrived at the kitchen practically skipping. He knew something that no one was supposed to know about. He sauntered to the pantry and grabbed his favorite cereal, Trix. (A/N: Silly Rabbit! Trix are for kids! Sorry… had to say that.) Souta poured himself some milk and shook the box. Many multi-colored chunks fell into the waiting bowl. Souta took a huge bite with relish, wiping his face afterwards. Yep. He thought. Today was to be a wonderful day.

Kagome came down stairs sometime later with a dark look to her once-blue eyes. She was muttering under her breath about something. Souta almost laughed out loud when he heard the phrase: "Darn cat…" The rest was lost as he stuffed his fist into his mouth to conceal his laughter. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was also chewing cereal at that time.

Vomit- colored stuff dribbled down his chin and down his shirt. Souta's happy little world was crushed as one little flake of cereal landed on his new shoes. It was soon followed by a milky puddle. Nope. This is not a great day. Souta thought to himself as he angrily took his white fist out of his mouth and bent down to wipe the dribble away from his Nike shoes.

He soon found out that the more he rubbed, the more dirty the shoes got. Definitively not good. Souta added to his list of complaints in his head. He lifted his hand to slap himself on the forehead, but felt not only a stinging pain between his dark eyes, but also that it was accompanied by wet. Souta groaned. He had forgot to wash his hands after he unstuffed them from his mouth.

Kagome, being the watchful sister that she was, hinted to him "Would you like me to run you a shower? It looks like you definitely need one." Kagome smiled innocently as two angry eyes swept over her. She ambled to the counter and grabbed a fistful of napkins. "It seems like you'd need these, too!" She giggled.

Souta stormed off, creating little puddles of cereal everywhere he stepped. Poor Mama. Kagome thought. She's going to have to clean all of this up. Kagome sighed as she sat down at the old oak table and had some dry Cherrios. Followed by a glass of milk. After two bagels. And a generously proportioned orange. And finally, a large peanut-butter and jelly sandwich.

Kagome felt ready to go as soon as the last drops of jelly were licked off her fingers. She sprinted back upstairs and pulled her room into a presentable fashion. After, she grabbed all of her homework papers and filed them neatly into her folders. She studied extra hard for her finals in math today. She couldn't wait until she received her turned in test. She could see it now…

Day-dream state…

The teacher was reciting names and scores. Many students had failed this final. Only the elite were lucky to pass. Kagome sweat-dropped, wondering if she was considered elite. The old man at the podium cleared his throat to achieve everyone's undivided attention. "And now, presenting the grades of Class 2-B!" The man, Mr. Tokipu announced. He cleared his throat again. And began reading the dreaded list.

"Abbie Danels…79.

Adrie Rolo…77.

Miki Tishro…80.

Soka Tishro…80.

Sashi Monoka…68.

Eri Tomatu…75.

Saquashi Miro…78.

Cabodu Orshi…84.

Pocki Menali…76…."

The list went on and on. Kagome wondered if she had failed and was shamefully skipped. She put her head down on the desk. She didn't feel too well. Where had all the studying gone? How could she have failed? HOW?

By now, everyone was staring at her. She looked up. Kagome felt as if she wanted to disappear.

"What?" She snapped. Her best friends, Sari and Miki look at her in… jealousy?

"Ahem. Kagome Higurashi. I repeat myself. You received one hundred percent."

One hundred… ONE HUNDRED! Kagome smiled! She jumped up and did a wild dance of victory. The passed in FLYING COLORS! Hojo and Saquashi lifted her up on their shoulders. Every cheered. Tears of joy stained her cheeks. Once again, everyone directed their gaze to the sensei. He vigorously shook Kagome's hand. She blushed a rosy color.

"Kagome Higurashi, I am honored to have you in my class. Would it be too much to ask if you would apply to attend the Temple University?" Everyone gasped and shot a fearful look at Kagome. They all knew that the Temple was the most revered, most famous, strictest university only for super-geniuses.

"I would be honored to go. But I don't have the money…" Kagome trailed away sadly.

"No worries! I've planned ahead!" The teacher explained enthusiastically.

End Day-dream session…

Souta ran into Kagome's room and found her sitting in a chair, dazed. He ran over and blew in her ear. Nothing happened. He flicked her nose. Still nothing. He got right in her face and clapped his hands together. Not a thing.

"Kagome! KAGOME! MOM… TOLD… ME…TO… TELL… YOU… THAT…YOU…ARE…HAVING…ODEN…FOR…LUNCH!" He yelled every word.

Dreamily, Kagome replied. "Yes, sensei, I'll accept your generous offer of 1 million dollars for a scholarship." Woah. Thought Souta. Did I miss something? He cracked all of his knuckles, each with a jarring Crack. Kagome blinked. And again. And a third time.

"Aww… I knew it was too good to be true." She breathed. She looked up, and there stood a smirking Souta. She scowled.

"GET OUT!" she yelled. She jumped to her feet and wobbled to her bed where she gathered up all of her therapy pillows from Hojo and heaved them at Souta. He dodged a few, then got smacked in the face by a teddy bear. Souta ran screaming Bloddy Murder out of Kagome's room. If there's one thing that Souta hates, its going to be teddy bears. He never really liked them much…

Kagome sighed and once again pulled her room into a presentable state. She grabbed her folders and hustled down stairs, where she bumped into her mom.

"Kagome, did Souta tell you you're having Oden for lunch?" her mother, Kisohma asked.

"What! ODEN!" Kagome –once again- did a happy little dance. She grabbed her packed lunch and ran out of the door, throwing Kisohma a kiss.