Ello. This story has been revised and basically re-written to actually let people get to the semi-decent chapters.

Let's just face it. The way these chapters have been written originally was just plain sad. I mean, a typo that sounded more lesbian than emphasizing?

Anyway, this is the story…

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She hated him.

Although she didn't know exactly WHY she despised him so deeply… she hated him. Oh, her friend, her greatest friend in the entire whole of our universe, just had, just HAD to "NOT be attracted to," his best friend. Everyone knew that he and her felt something for each other, but their fondness for one another could never surpass the loathing between their best friends.

They despised each other so greatly… but they saw each other almost every day. This was the outcome of their parents and their best friends being associated with one another. All the years she had known him, her feeling of bitterness towards him was never wavered. The feeling was mutual.

Everyday his eyes caught a picture of someone that looked even remotely like her; he insulted them. Most of the time he was right when he insulted her. By knowing her for so long, he knew her sensitive areas. He knew how to push just the right buttons to make her flea and cry in despair. He didn't care. It amused him so much that someone who could come up with some pretty good insults at times was so weak and fragile. Through all the insults she had given him, it never shook him. Never gave her the gratitude of making him feel as terrible as he sometimes made her feel.

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"Kagome!" Called the girl's friend. Her long brown tresses followed the bright smile and shining russet eyes. Her slim outline made her a pervert's eye candy, but she always had a slap waiting for that.

The dull chocolate orbs gazed at the girl screaming her name. She flipped her ebony locks over her shoulder, and smiled a half gloomy, half blissful grin. She was shorter than her friend but they were both equally attractive.

The only difference was that Kagome's, having to see her worst enemy in the world everyday, eyes held that constant grief. They had grown dark over the years, and dulled from their natural luminosity. She never, never had so much of a glint of delight in those large dark voids she considers eyes. Also, she never held a complete, graceful smile, so she always looked upset. Never bothering to talk to anyone that didn't strike up a conversation with her to start with.

"Kagome!" She was still screaming although she was now close to Kagome. "Did you hear?"

"About what?" Her voice was smooth, as always, from having been put to rest for so long. Barely opening her voice box to utter a word.

"About the- the- wha? PERVERT!"

A loud slap chimed through the bursting halls of the school. The two girls looked down at a boy lying on the cold tile with a red hue, in the shape of a hand, beaming from his cheek. His dark indigo eyes fluttered slightly, and his perverted smirk returned to his face. The black locks that were accenting the tile flooring returned to their natural position when the boy stood from his newly found location on the ground.

"Why Sango, I didn't mean to insult you."

"Shut up, Miroku! You know very well I told you to watch that cursed hand of yours!"

"But I can't... It's possessed by a demon…" He exclaimed, flailing his hand in a thousand directions just to prove his point.

Sango giggled, Kagome smiled her too-famous-for-her-own-good smile, and a new harsh voice sounded through the halls.

"You're possessed by something, but it ain't a demon."

The three teenagers turned to see the silver haired hanyou, arms crossed, glaring at them. His tawny orbs glowed with satisfaction, and he uncrossed his arms from his chest. The well-known red shirt showed noticeably from the rest of his… fine features. The two triangular dog-like ears perched atop his head twitched with aggravation.

"What are you doing talking to them again Miroku?"

Sango glowered at the hanyou, "Just because you hate us doesn't mean Miroku has to."

"Sure it does," He retorted and pointed at Kagome who was gazing up innocently, "But she's a hell of a lot more annoying than either of you are."

Miroku strolled over to his comrade, "Now Inuyasha… There's no need to be rash. Kagome hasn't done or said anything to you to make you feel that way... At least not today."

Now Kagome closed her eyes, huffed, crossed her arms over her torso and mumbled something around "Yeah, right. He'll hate me either way."

Inuyasha, having the excellent hearing that he does, picked up her hushed slur, and had a comeback ready on instinct. "You've finally realized it, have you wench?"

Kagome blinked a few times, glared in his direction and shouted at him. "Don't call me that! I. Am. Not. Your. Wench! Got it! Why do you insist that I agree to become your wench, if that's hardly a compliment! So just shut your yap and leave me out of your pathetic life, okay!?!"

He snorted, "Don't flatter yourself."

"I try not to." She spoke flatly.

"Common Miroku, let's leave this dense brigade already." With that, he turned on the heal of his shoe and strode away with Miroku trailing close behind.

Sango shook her head and sighed heavily. She looked up at Kagome, who was giving Inuyasha's back a hard glare, and still fuming. She sighed again and grabbed her friend's arm to guide her down the hall. "I'll tell you later…"

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Well, I didn't edit this chapter that much, because it wasn't really that bad to start with… mostly just really, really pathetic insults. Ha-ha

Ja-ne