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Title: The Way She Smiles (do any of you have a better suggestion?)
Summery: She seemed perfect in every way. Ever since the vixen came into his life, he had to strive to be the best. Competition. That's what it was. A competition that challenged his mind, body, and soul. (s/k highschool fic)
A:N/ Hello everybody! I hope you enjoy this fic. If you do, you may want to check out my other one (unless you already have) called Underneath her Mask. It's a story about Kagome getting abused by her father, and she is fighting as hard as she can to break away from him and his controlling ways. s/k (That's it in a nutshell, there is actually more to it than that.)
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Chapter 1: Who is she?
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*The Airport*
Kagome walked up the terminal after just getting off the plane. She searched the crowds of people, hoping to see a familiar face. The swarm of people pushed and shoved, making it hard for her to concentrate.
"Kagome!" she heard someone shout over the commotion of the airport. Kagome stood on her tip toes, wanting to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
"Kagome!" the person shouted again. She turned her head in time to see a young woman, about her age, waving her arms madly around in the sea of people.
"Sango!" Kagome cried. She grabbed the bags that lied at her feet and started her way through the mass of body parts. When the two young women finally made it to one another the bags were dropped and their arms immediately locked together in a binding hug.
"I missed you so much!" The pair told each other over and again. When they broke apart, Kagome had a chance to take a good look at her cousin and best friend.
Sango, now 18 held her long black hair in a high ponytail. She had fair skin with pink eyes shadow for make-up. She wore a pair of cackies and a camouflage tank top. Her demeanor was that of a tomboy, but Kagome knew that underneath her tough exterior was the heart of a teenage girl. 'Same old Sango' she thought with a smile.
While Kagome looked her over, Sango gave her own inspection as well. Kagome didn't look too much different than a few years ago. Her wavy black hair had lengthened some and reached the center of her back. Her girlish chest had filled out, and now was more like the young woman she was. Kagome had grown in height and stood just a few inches shorter than herself. Though Kagome had never been very tall in the first place.
She wore a pair of tight fitting flares and a white t-shirt that showed part of her midriff with the slightest movement.
And then there was her eyes. Her breath-taking eyes that no human being could resist getting lost into. Sango could not help envying this attribute. Her chocolate brown eyes paled in comparison to Kagome's clear blue.
But something about her was different. Something wasn't. right. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
Shrugging these thoughts away Sango grabbed a bag of Kagome's while marveling at how light she traveled. They said nothing, content in being in each other's presence after being apart for so long, and they headed towards Sango's car with their arms linked with one another's.
Kagome stood in front of a beat-up old Pinto, also known as Sango's pride and joy, in the parking lot of the airport. The walls were made of concrete, while the dull lights would flicker every now and then, and the smell of exhaust fumes was disgusting.
But even in the repulsive atmosphere Kagome could see that the red paint was peeling, and it already was attaining rust, but none of that mattered to Sango. She had worked her ass off to be able to afford that car. She had made a deal with her parents that if she bought her own car, they would pay for her college tuition.
A goofy grin was plastered on Sango's face, as she lay on the hood of her car, hugging the windshield. Kagome had to control herself from not breaking out in laughter, and she was failing miserably.
"Sango, you really are getting too attached to that car of yours." She said chuckling, while heading over to the passenger's seat after loading her bags in the trunk. Sango stuck her tongue out at Kagome's form, that happened to be opening the door of her precious car.
She slid from her spot, down the hood till her feet met solid concrete of the parking lot floor, and joined Kagome in the car. After the clicks of seatbelts, and the turn of a key, the engine started.
Kagome snuggled into her seat which was surprisingly comfortable, but after a 12 hour flight from hell, she was pretty sure that anything would feel comfortable at this point. Not even the constant rumbling of the engine could do much to disturb her right now. She had had some of the *worst* luck possible on the flight from America to Tokyo.
On the plane, Kagome had been seated right next to a man with some severe nasal problems, and sitting directly behind her was a woman and her screaming child, that seemed to have the strongest pair of lungs that she had ever heard before. Between the incessant snoring, and the never-ending crying, Kagome didn't catch a wink of sleep throughout the whole flight.
"Kagome?" Sango asked gently, still staring at the road ahead. She didn't want to bother her if she had already fallen alseep. She hadn't noticed just how tired Kagome looked until this moment. Bags were beginning to develop underneath her eyes, and her usually impeccable posture was reduced to nothing more than a slouch.
"Hmm" she answered groggily, her eyes still hidden underneath their lids, not wanting light to shine through.
"I'm really glad you're here," she said taking a moment to look at Kagome. Her eyes opened slowly to show a sparkle that Sango hadn't seen in a long time.
"I am to," she said quietly and placed her hand on top of Sango's, which was currently resting on the gear shift. Sango's gaze drifted up to see Kagome smiling tenderly, even in her daze like state. Sango's hand lifted itself off the gear shift to hold Kagome's.
She missed this. She missed *Kagome*. When she had moved to America with her "parents" they both didn't think they would be able to survive being apart so long, but thanks to e-mail, and the phone, they never lost touch.
Kagome's parents where still in America. Sadly, Sango doubted that they even noticed that she was gone. The only reason she was allowed to come back to Tokyo, besides the fact that they didn't want to deal with her, was that she had been having "troubles" at her old school.
So that's how Kagome ended up back here. Something had obviously occurred in America but she wasn't sure what. Kagome hadn't even told her about it, her best friend. That right there was enough to send DANGER signals.
During Sango's musings Kagome had drifted into the world of unconsciousness, still holding her hand. She had to smile as she looked at Kagome. Her face looked so peaceful, while her mouth was parted slightly. She and Kagome shared an unbreakable bond, there was no doubt about it. Sango felt that Kagome was more like her sister rather than her cousin, either way, she was her best friend.
"Kagome," she said softly to the girl in the seat next to her. Sango didn't want to think about the trouble Kagome was going to have adjusting to the time change, not to mention the added difficulty of jet lag. It was 2 o' clock now and Kagome looked as if she could sleep the whole day away.
"Kagome. It's time to get up." She said louder, while starting to shake the sleeping girl Kagome grumbled something inaudible and turned her body in the seat so that her back was facing Sango and she was leaning against the door of the car.
Now Sango was starting to get a little irritated. 'Oooooo, you are so going to get it now Higurashi' she thought unbuckling Kagome and getting out of the car. She walked over to the passenger's side, fully intending to pay back Kagome for the brush off, even if she wasn't completely coherent. Sango opened the door swiftly and watched with her hands on her hips, as Kagome came tumbling out, only to land roughly on the pavement of her school's parking lot.
"Owwww," Kagome groaned, rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes. Sleep it seems, was no longer an option.
"What was that for?!" she yelled.
"Good, you're up," she said smiling smugly, while helping Kagome stand. Kagome shot her a half-hearted glare and started to wipe off any dirt on her clothes that might have acquired on her trip to the earth.
Sticking in the silver key into the lock, Sango opened the trunk and held it ajar as Kagome grabbed the two suitcases she had brought. Sango moved to grab one, but Kagome shook her head.
"It's not that heavy," she said. Her cousin shot her a doubtful look. "Well. nothing I can't handle at least," she said with a confident smile.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Well let's get going then," she said, giving Kagome a small shove in the direction of a large building about 15 yards away.
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*School Yard*
Four men loitered underneath the trees of Shikon High boarding school. The leaves rustling in the wind as rays of light made their way through the branches.
On a low branch sat Inuyasha, his legs hanging down as he leaned against the trunk with his arms crossed. His silver hair blew in the breeze, and his golden eyes looked lazily at the scenery.
Kouga sat Indian style near Miroku's form, his eyes downcast, as he studied the blades of grass.
Miroku laid on the ground, with his hands behind is head, improvising as a make-shift pillow. His eyes were closed as he listened to the sounds around him, people talking in the distance, his breathing, and then suddenly his friend, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the group.
"Miroku, is your girlfriend violent to *everyone*?" Sesshoumaru asked in his own unemotional way, while leaning casually against the tree Inuyasha was located in. Even if he had actually been *remotely* interested in his inquiry, it wouldn't have been apparent. None could see past the cold façade he disappeared behind.
"No, just to the people she loves," he said proudly. He happened to receive many a beatings from his somewhat aggressive girlfriend. "Why?" he asked curiously.
"Apparently you're not the only person she loves," he said, tilting his head towards the parking lot. The group looked up, just in time to see Sango cause a girl to fall out of her car and onto the tough ground.
They couldn't make out her features. Her back was turned towards them, but her hair cascaded around her in black waves. Her frame was apparently small. She started to get up and the men watched as one of the most beautiful woman they had ever seen stood with the help of Sango.
Even Miroku, who was deeply in love with *Sango*, couldn't help but gasp as they saw her. Her body curved in all the right places and her complexion was like porcelain. She had long eye lashes that could only be described as desirable. Underneath those lashes lied the most striking blue eyes that any of the men had ever seen.
Sesshoumaru spoke what they all had on their mind. "Who is she?"
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AN: So what do you all think? I like the chapters to come better. Keep in mind that this chapter is a little shorter than the others will be, and I will try and update each week if possible. Please Review! If any of you like this and even if you don't I would like you to review, because as long as I know that people are actually READING this, it will cause me to be inspired, therefore less late updates! Thank you!
Miss*Shay
Title: The Way She Smiles (do any of you have a better suggestion?)
Summery: She seemed perfect in every way. Ever since the vixen came into his life, he had to strive to be the best. Competition. That's what it was. A competition that challenged his mind, body, and soul. (s/k highschool fic)
A:N/ Hello everybody! I hope you enjoy this fic. If you do, you may want to check out my other one (unless you already have) called Underneath her Mask. It's a story about Kagome getting abused by her father, and she is fighting as hard as she can to break away from him and his controlling ways. s/k (That's it in a nutshell, there is actually more to it than that.)
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Chapter 1: Who is she?
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*
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*The Airport*
Kagome walked up the terminal after just getting off the plane. She searched the crowds of people, hoping to see a familiar face. The swarm of people pushed and shoved, making it hard for her to concentrate.
"Kagome!" she heard someone shout over the commotion of the airport. Kagome stood on her tip toes, wanting to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
"Kagome!" the person shouted again. She turned her head in time to see a young woman, about her age, waving her arms madly around in the sea of people.
"Sango!" Kagome cried. She grabbed the bags that lied at her feet and started her way through the mass of body parts. When the two young women finally made it to one another the bags were dropped and their arms immediately locked together in a binding hug.
"I missed you so much!" The pair told each other over and again. When they broke apart, Kagome had a chance to take a good look at her cousin and best friend.
Sango, now 18 held her long black hair in a high ponytail. She had fair skin with pink eyes shadow for make-up. She wore a pair of cackies and a camouflage tank top. Her demeanor was that of a tomboy, but Kagome knew that underneath her tough exterior was the heart of a teenage girl. 'Same old Sango' she thought with a smile.
While Kagome looked her over, Sango gave her own inspection as well. Kagome didn't look too much different than a few years ago. Her wavy black hair had lengthened some and reached the center of her back. Her girlish chest had filled out, and now was more like the young woman she was. Kagome had grown in height and stood just a few inches shorter than herself. Though Kagome had never been very tall in the first place.
She wore a pair of tight fitting flares and a white t-shirt that showed part of her midriff with the slightest movement.
And then there was her eyes. Her breath-taking eyes that no human being could resist getting lost into. Sango could not help envying this attribute. Her chocolate brown eyes paled in comparison to Kagome's clear blue.
But something about her was different. Something wasn't. right. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
Shrugging these thoughts away Sango grabbed a bag of Kagome's while marveling at how light she traveled. They said nothing, content in being in each other's presence after being apart for so long, and they headed towards Sango's car with their arms linked with one another's.
Kagome stood in front of a beat-up old Pinto, also known as Sango's pride and joy, in the parking lot of the airport. The walls were made of concrete, while the dull lights would flicker every now and then, and the smell of exhaust fumes was disgusting.
But even in the repulsive atmosphere Kagome could see that the red paint was peeling, and it already was attaining rust, but none of that mattered to Sango. She had worked her ass off to be able to afford that car. She had made a deal with her parents that if she bought her own car, they would pay for her college tuition.
A goofy grin was plastered on Sango's face, as she lay on the hood of her car, hugging the windshield. Kagome had to control herself from not breaking out in laughter, and she was failing miserably.
"Sango, you really are getting too attached to that car of yours." She said chuckling, while heading over to the passenger's seat after loading her bags in the trunk. Sango stuck her tongue out at Kagome's form, that happened to be opening the door of her precious car.
She slid from her spot, down the hood till her feet met solid concrete of the parking lot floor, and joined Kagome in the car. After the clicks of seatbelts, and the turn of a key, the engine started.
Kagome snuggled into her seat which was surprisingly comfortable, but after a 12 hour flight from hell, she was pretty sure that anything would feel comfortable at this point. Not even the constant rumbling of the engine could do much to disturb her right now. She had had some of the *worst* luck possible on the flight from America to Tokyo.
On the plane, Kagome had been seated right next to a man with some severe nasal problems, and sitting directly behind her was a woman and her screaming child, that seemed to have the strongest pair of lungs that she had ever heard before. Between the incessant snoring, and the never-ending crying, Kagome didn't catch a wink of sleep throughout the whole flight.
"Kagome?" Sango asked gently, still staring at the road ahead. She didn't want to bother her if she had already fallen alseep. She hadn't noticed just how tired Kagome looked until this moment. Bags were beginning to develop underneath her eyes, and her usually impeccable posture was reduced to nothing more than a slouch.
"Hmm" she answered groggily, her eyes still hidden underneath their lids, not wanting light to shine through.
"I'm really glad you're here," she said taking a moment to look at Kagome. Her eyes opened slowly to show a sparkle that Sango hadn't seen in a long time.
"I am to," she said quietly and placed her hand on top of Sango's, which was currently resting on the gear shift. Sango's gaze drifted up to see Kagome smiling tenderly, even in her daze like state. Sango's hand lifted itself off the gear shift to hold Kagome's.
She missed this. She missed *Kagome*. When she had moved to America with her "parents" they both didn't think they would be able to survive being apart so long, but thanks to e-mail, and the phone, they never lost touch.
Kagome's parents where still in America. Sadly, Sango doubted that they even noticed that she was gone. The only reason she was allowed to come back to Tokyo, besides the fact that they didn't want to deal with her, was that she had been having "troubles" at her old school.
So that's how Kagome ended up back here. Something had obviously occurred in America but she wasn't sure what. Kagome hadn't even told her about it, her best friend. That right there was enough to send DANGER signals.
During Sango's musings Kagome had drifted into the world of unconsciousness, still holding her hand. She had to smile as she looked at Kagome. Her face looked so peaceful, while her mouth was parted slightly. She and Kagome shared an unbreakable bond, there was no doubt about it. Sango felt that Kagome was more like her sister rather than her cousin, either way, she was her best friend.
"Kagome," she said softly to the girl in the seat next to her. Sango didn't want to think about the trouble Kagome was going to have adjusting to the time change, not to mention the added difficulty of jet lag. It was 2 o' clock now and Kagome looked as if she could sleep the whole day away.
"Kagome. It's time to get up." She said louder, while starting to shake the sleeping girl Kagome grumbled something inaudible and turned her body in the seat so that her back was facing Sango and she was leaning against the door of the car.
Now Sango was starting to get a little irritated. 'Oooooo, you are so going to get it now Higurashi' she thought unbuckling Kagome and getting out of the car. She walked over to the passenger's side, fully intending to pay back Kagome for the brush off, even if she wasn't completely coherent. Sango opened the door swiftly and watched with her hands on her hips, as Kagome came tumbling out, only to land roughly on the pavement of her school's parking lot.
"Owwww," Kagome groaned, rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes. Sleep it seems, was no longer an option.
"What was that for?!" she yelled.
"Good, you're up," she said smiling smugly, while helping Kagome stand. Kagome shot her a half-hearted glare and started to wipe off any dirt on her clothes that might have acquired on her trip to the earth.
Sticking in the silver key into the lock, Sango opened the trunk and held it ajar as Kagome grabbed the two suitcases she had brought. Sango moved to grab one, but Kagome shook her head.
"It's not that heavy," she said. Her cousin shot her a doubtful look. "Well. nothing I can't handle at least," she said with a confident smile.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Well let's get going then," she said, giving Kagome a small shove in the direction of a large building about 15 yards away.
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*School Yard*
Four men loitered underneath the trees of Shikon High boarding school. The leaves rustling in the wind as rays of light made their way through the branches.
On a low branch sat Inuyasha, his legs hanging down as he leaned against the trunk with his arms crossed. His silver hair blew in the breeze, and his golden eyes looked lazily at the scenery.
Kouga sat Indian style near Miroku's form, his eyes downcast, as he studied the blades of grass.
Miroku laid on the ground, with his hands behind is head, improvising as a make-shift pillow. His eyes were closed as he listened to the sounds around him, people talking in the distance, his breathing, and then suddenly his friend, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the group.
"Miroku, is your girlfriend violent to *everyone*?" Sesshoumaru asked in his own unemotional way, while leaning casually against the tree Inuyasha was located in. Even if he had actually been *remotely* interested in his inquiry, it wouldn't have been apparent. None could see past the cold façade he disappeared behind.
"No, just to the people she loves," he said proudly. He happened to receive many a beatings from his somewhat aggressive girlfriend. "Why?" he asked curiously.
"Apparently you're not the only person she loves," he said, tilting his head towards the parking lot. The group looked up, just in time to see Sango cause a girl to fall out of her car and onto the tough ground.
They couldn't make out her features. Her back was turned towards them, but her hair cascaded around her in black waves. Her frame was apparently small. She started to get up and the men watched as one of the most beautiful woman they had ever seen stood with the help of Sango.
Even Miroku, who was deeply in love with *Sango*, couldn't help but gasp as they saw her. Her body curved in all the right places and her complexion was like porcelain. She had long eye lashes that could only be described as desirable. Underneath those lashes lied the most striking blue eyes that any of the men had ever seen.
Sesshoumaru spoke what they all had on their mind. "Who is she?"
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AN: So what do you all think? I like the chapters to come better. Keep in mind that this chapter is a little shorter than the others will be, and I will try and update each week if possible. Please Review! If any of you like this and even if you don't I would like you to review, because as long as I know that people are actually READING this, it will cause me to be inspired, therefore less late updates! Thank you!
Miss*Shay