I own nothing, not even my own sanity. Enjoy, I have re-wrote my first story. Its a shame really.
College? Yeah Right.
Chapter 1
The Door
Kagome had just shown up at the parking lot of Tokyo University. Pulling to a stop, Kagome stepped out of her prized car and began pulling her suitcases out of the back. Her life's best friend, Sango, pulled up and stepped out, quickly looking over the College and making a disgusted face at it.
"Its only going to be a few years, Sango." Kagome laughed as Sango's face turned into torture.
"Only a few years," Sango mocked in sarcasm as she reached into her trunk. "A few years of beating guys off of you, do you know how much work that is!"
"Not as much as mine doing so for you and your boy trouble, my dear."
"Keep talking, Sweet heart." Sango gave a playful glare.
Kagome laughed and picked up her luggage and headed for the entrance, or would've been, if Sango hadn't 'accidentally' tripped her.
Kagome looked at her skewwed luggage on the ground and turned to tackle Sango. "Why you-"
Sango screeched with laughter, as the two rolled around in the parking lot. All the while screaming extreme insults at one another before a loud horn decided to intervene.
Sango and Kagome looked up, but only for a few moments as they rolled out of the car's way and continued on.
It had been minutes before Kagome and Sango got up while panting desperately for breath. Sango turned to face Kagome and ended up in laughter.
"Now what!" Kagome glared and Sango pointed at her face.
Kagome moved to face herself in her side-view mirror. What she seen was astonishing. Her hair was rousled and full of pebbles, her face and clothes containing grey smudges from the gravel's dust.
Sango suddenly quit laughing. Turning around, she seen the question on Sango's face.
'If Kagome looks like that, then what hell do I look like?'
Kagome then knew what Sango was thinking and now it was her turn to laugh. Sango glared and leaned into her rear view mirror of hercar and was horrified. By Sango's shocked expression, Kagome laughed more hysterical then ever. After Kagome had stopped, they realized the audience of passing students.
Whispering, pointing, staring, didn't they have a life? Kagome thought snide remarks but decided to keep them to herself, most likely sharing them with her old pal later on. Kagome scolded herself as she picked up her keys and made sure her car was locked by hearing the "Beep". She then snatched up her two suitcases and headed for her dorm, with a Sango at her heels knowing Kagome's mood.
As they reached the entrance of their new college they ignored most of the stares the were receiving. Sango knew it would be long before Kagome decided to blow. As they neared the check-in counter, where 3 ladies seated themselves, the lady up front looked up and was shocked to see such a mess.
"My god," the lady up front said and the other women behind her stared with the same looks.
Kagome knew what she looked like, but hell, it wasn't anything to be staring at. She wasn't in the mood to be their entertainment.
"You know, I hate people who stare." she said angerly. They continued to stare.
"It's not like I'm about to pull a goddamn donkey out my ass if you looked away." Kagome growled. Sango's eyes widened as she silently cheered for Kagome.
The ladies in back glared and continued on with their 'work'. Sango recieved the keys from the lady up front and now they were on their journey to find their dorm room. On the information sheet, it said that three students were to live in one room. Of course Sango brought this up and decided to express her opinion on their dorm room partner. Kagome was too pissed to care.
Their room was the last down the hall. They cautiously opened the door and moved in. Looking around, their roomate was no where to be found at the moment, to Sango's dismay. Kagome moved over to an unoccupied bed and threw her suitcases next to it before plopping down on the beed and closing her eyes. A sigh of pleasure coursed throughout her body. Her eyes popped back open and Kagome quickly stood up and hurried to the bathroom, after gathering bath supplies. Sango expected this and knew it would be at least and hour before she would see her best friend again. Sango brushed her hair and got most of the smudges off her face and headed out the hall to find a phone to call her mother, and tell her that they had arrived and the rest of her luggage could now be sent over.
Kagome soaked in the bath tub, making sure that there were no possibility that any grit-and-grime could survive through it. Gods how she loved her baths. Maybe a little too much. After what seemed like a decade, she decided to return to the living world, she still had many things that were'nt done. After realizing she had forgotten her clothes, Kagome wrapped herself in a towel and headed out the door. She quickly stopped in the doorway when she heard a male's voice.
"Okay, I'll see you in a bit, mate...Uh-huh. See ya." The boy had a funny Irish accent.
Kagome looked around the wall and seen a boy put a cell phone in his back pocket before leaving the room. Kagome sighed in wonder and headed for her suitcase.
"Excuse me?"
A scream emmited from Kagome's throat, and she jumped a clearance of 3 feet.
"Sorry, the door was open and I was looking for a friend of mine."
'The door! He forgot to shut the door!'
She turned to face the voice and, sure enough, there stood another male. Kagome blushed and tightened her towel, "Who?"
"He has red hair, wierd clothes, and an irish accent." the boy explained.
"Oh, I believe he just left." Kagome pleaded for the boy to leave. Not only was she in a towel but this man was a total stranger.
"Oh, I see. Thank you." The boy smiled politely and backed out of the room, but turned around, "My name is Kurama by the way."
Kagome just stared, the boy was obviously waiting for a reply, but it never came. Kurama knew it was his time to leave. He smiled again and left down the hall. Kagome mumbled angerly to herself. How could she forget to shut the door? She marched over to slam it. But in the end of her fierce shove, Sango decided to appear in the doorway. Kagome tried to stop the wooden object but it was too late. She knew Sango had to cover her mouth from screaming a mile long sentence of 'very' bad words.
When Kagome opened the door, she had to hold in her laughter as Sango hopped into the room on one foot. She was holding her mouth with one hand and her foot in the other. If she hadn't it would be Sango's que to start cussing like it was her favorite hobby. Kagome hoped that Sango at least had enough mercy to bury her dead body.
After shutting the door Sango releived her mouth, "You BITCH! Are you out to get me? I didn't know you took all those insults personally. I thought that hour bath should've cooled you off. Damn that one hurt like a mother-. If I knew the war was still waging I'd have given you my white flag happily." Sango shook her head and pouted, "Its just not my day."
"I'm so sorry Sango, please forgive me. I didn't see you until the last moment." Kagome begged.
Sango laughed, "I forgive you. Your not the type to open the door in a towel and wait to see your best friend so you can slam the door in her face...So, why was the door open?"
Kagome shook her head, "If only boys knew how to shut the damn doors."
Sango gave her a puzzled look.
"A boy was in here after I got out of the bath. He left, leaving the door open. I forgot to close it and went to get a clean pair of clothes. Then another boy shows up asking for the first boy. He left too along with leaving the door wide open." Kagome explained in a huff.
Sango looked puzzled but nodded anyway, "Your thinking about guys already? Shame on you!" Sango laughed.
"I DON'T think so!" Kagome growled.
"Well, we need to get our schedules and supplies." Sango said, "You coming?"
"Yeah, hold on. I have to change."
Sango waited for a few minutes until Kagome came out of the bathroom fully dressed. They headed out the door, Kagome being the last one out.
"Don't forget to shut the door." Sango smiled when she heard Kagome trudge back and slammed the door.
I finally finished re-writing this story. Happy? You better be. .
