MCD: I love Ouran and Inuyasha, so why not! I'm tired of the mary-sues of Tomboy Kags, even if I like the idea.
Inuyasha/Ouran
Summary: Kagome is going to a new school. In the process of making herself at home, she's going to have to break down a couple of stereotypical -and important- barriers first.
Breaking Barriers
~You are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing~
-Paramore
Kagome flopped backwards onto her bed. Although she didn't agree with the poofy yellow dress, she didn't really hate it either. You couldn't exactly wear a dress in the Feudal era. She hardly got by with that stupid school issue skirt. But having to wear formal clothes all the time? She could tell this was gonna be interesting.
She rolled on her side to look at the dress hanging, just-out-of-the-drycleaner, on the hook on her door. She sighed. Stupid school. Stupid yellow dress. Stupid scholarship.
Unsurprisingly, she didn't make it very far after she got kicked out of her old school for too many absences or something. Working at the shrine wasn't exactly her dream job. However her bubble of hope was inflated by her one gift: her athleticism.
Running around slaying demons could be a very good workout apparently. Dodging attacks made her flexible. Pulling on that bowstring so many times made her arms strong. Carrying around Shippo and that damned yellow backpack- that was now beyond repair, much to her glee- made her incredibly strong, etc. etc.
And so with her talents she actually got a scholarship into one very prestigious Ouran High School. She was shocked, and so were her family. Especially since it was only a few days away from the first day of school when she got the letter.
'Pompous rich assholes.' she thought and scowled at the dress before sighing heavily and rolling onto her stomach, burying her face into her pillow.
"Another commoner! What a surprise!" someone shouted grandly as she practically drowned in rose petals. She choked on the thick perfume overdose as she regained her bearings.
Kagome threaded her hand in her hair and gently brushed out the flower petals. She looked around the room and cocked an eyebrow at the sight. A golden blonde was ranting on about "the wonders of commoners" while two red headed twins leaned on each other, staring blatantly at the exuberant young man. A rather tall, slightly intimidating raven haired man looked at her in interest and another blonde, this one extremely cute, rested on his shoulders while flowers floated around him. Another raven-haired man stood, more intimidating than the last, looking her over and writing something on a clipboard. A young man-woman? Yes, a young woman with brown hair stood and looked sympathetically at her. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out a black cloaked figure trembling by a shadowed door, holding some sort of puppet. Across the room she could see another red head with an discouraging look staring at her, and next to him a brunette making googly eyes at the incredibly frightening raven haired man with the glasses.
Did she attract the crazies or what?