Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Author's Note: [Re-edit. I noticed a few errors, which I was practically dying to fix.]
This is my first Inuyasha fic, inspired by my everyday daydreams. I am pretty sure that there are no other stories similar like it; and if you do believe that someone else wrote a fic akin to this one, please do inform me. However, I am still starting this fanfic so the plotline of the story is not yet revealed...
Though, I might say, I have a lot planned for this story – so I'll let you people in on something. It's going to be an Inu/Kag story, along with minor Mir/San pairings. There might be more pairing to this, but to reveal this will spoil the plotline. *winks mysteriously*
Oh, yes. I'm one of those people who just downright dislike Kikyo, but there will, in no way, be any Kikyo bashing here, not in my works of literature. As upsetting to most of you it will be, Kikyo will be portrayed with a sense of respect.
By the way, this fanfic is written in PG-13, for language and Miroku with his lecherous ways. And no, I don't write lemons, I just read 'em. ;D
Anyway, I'll shut up my blabbering for now... Hehe. Enjoy!
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It's a Hard Knock Lifex Iced Insanity
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I vaguely strummed the frets of my guitar, every now and then shifting my finger position to go along with the beat. It was a hot, spring day at Tachiyama High School, a private school for the wealthy and the gifted. I sat on the edge of a brick wall in the school courtyard, idly watching as my fellow classmates walked on by, hurrying to their classes.
Why am I not in class? Well, this is because I got kicked out of P.E. class, because I 'accidentally' kicked the soccer ball to Miroku's face. I, Kagome Higurashi, supposedly caused him a broken nose and a missing tooth.
It's not like I was out to kill him or anything… Well, actually, I was. The insolent little fool had taken the dear sweet time to snap my bra strap as I was ready to kick the ball. I swear, it was all done in such a fluid motion that I didn't notice until I started running, with my… uh, *ahem* jiggling back and forth. I was wearing a strapless bra, then; imagine my surprise when I felt it fall down on to my waist.
Got no folks to speak of so
It's the hard knock row we hoe
Cotton blankets… steada wool
You couldn't blame me. The majority of the boys were staring, greedy eyes hungrily watching me with each step I took. It wasn't as if I didn't wear a shirt, it was just that, well, according to Miroku, I had just above average boobies.
Empty bellies
Steada full
I heaved a sigh, shaking my head out of my thoughts. The bell would ring soon, and next period will come up next. The school secretary would probably stroll in, the audacious little slut she is, and request me to follow her to the guidance department.
And in the guidance department, I'm pretty damn sure that they would be requesting me to take anger management classes. And when I would try to explain, they would only shake their heads, saying that Miroku Houshi would never, ever, commit such a hentai thing such as that.
Don't you feel like the wind is always howlin?
Doesn't it seem like there's never any light?
Once a day, don't you wanna put the towel in?
It's easier than putting up a fight
Besides not believing my entirely tangible story, they would also ring my parents… er, parent, that is. I live with my mother, since my father... sort of bailed out on us. So it's always been me, my mother, my crazy grandfather, my younger brother Souta, and, of course, my perfect sister Kikyo.
Well, anyway, back to the point. Most kids would dread that phone call from the school to their parents, and most kids won't. Well, I'm one of the kids that dread the phone call, since 1) It ruins my dignity, and 2) It sort of rubs in the fact that I, against Kikyo, am inferior.
"Why can't you be like your sister?" My mother would have said with a sigh. The guidance counselor across from me would solemnly nod, taking that perfect moment to brag about Miss Kikyo Higurashi, President of the Student Council, current cheerleader captain, and the Senior's nominee for Graduating Class's Valedictorian.
No one cares when your dreams at night get creepy
No one cares if you grow, or shrink
No one cares if your eyes get all wet and weepy
From all the cryin' you'd think this place would sink
Oh.. oh…
It's not like I don't love my sister or anything, I really do. More than anything. Heck, I would even die for her, and she totally knows that. I'm just following in her footsteps, and all my life, I've been trying to step out of her damn shadow.
When I was five, I was really into horseback riding. She was seven, then, and she had been horseback riding for two years. She was an expert rider, winning ribbons and trophies here and there, while I, on the other hand, fell off the fat black pony offered to me, and landed face-first into horsy-dung.
The time when I started third grade, I came home so proud, getting that glorious C- on my multiplication quiz. Kikyo came home with her pretty fifth grader's report card, filled with straight As. The little smart ass, and it didn't help at all when she took one look at my C- and offered me a smile, with a hearty congratulations.
She's so freaking nice and perfect, which makes me love her and hate her at the same time.
Empty belly life!
Rotten smelly life!
Full of sorrow life!
No tomorrow life!
I sighed, glancing inside the school windows as the students gradually filed out. The early bell had rung, giving me at least five more minutes outside, in my quiet peace. At this current moment, I did't have any groping Miroku, or any nosy Yuka, Ayumi, or Emi around.
Santa Claus we never see…
Santa Claus? Who's that? Who's he?
I saw my older sister pass around the corridor, accompanied by her good friend Kagura. I watched the two stroll about, cheerfully chatting about their Calculus assignment. My gaze locked on Kikyo's face, who somehow sensed it. Her brown eyes slid over to my own – a strange shade, brown, with traces of blue. I always was complemented on my eyes, and never a time did I doubt them. I knew my eyes were different. Even the great Crayola company had no crayon of that shade.
Kikyo smiled, sending me a casual wave as she walked past. She seemed to be somewhat in a semi-rush, for she doesn't usually stop and talk to me like she always does. I wondered what was up…
Kagura looked towards me, as well. Her cold, red eyes softened somewhat. Her perfectly shaped lips curved into a mixture of a smirk and a grin, silently sending me a hello just as Kikyo did. That done, her eyes glazed over in their normal, cold expression again, tugging my sister as they continue off to their other class.
Kagura may appear cruel, or even snobbish, but she's really kind, deep down… somewhere. She and Kikyo have been the best of friends ever since they were three, and the two girls grew up together, along with me, occasionally tagging along here and there.
No one cares for you a smidge
Not even if you're in an orphanage
I watched as the two girls turn around the corner, vanishing from my eyesight. Something told me that I should head over to my next class, and quick, before I get another detention. But at that moment of peace, I felt so damn comfortable that my butt appeared to be glued to the cement of the brick wall. I couldn't stand up – I was stuck.
Blankly I stared ahead, idly strumming my guitar as random students walk past. And there I stayed, until a flash of silver passed through. Eyes at last regaining their sight, I peered closer at the flash of silver, focusing on the figure in front of me.
It's a woman… No, a man. A cross dresser? I don't know, but whatever in front of me appears to be both womanly, and manly at the same time. Their figure, I notice, as I let my eyes take the person over, is definitely, one of a man's. Look at those abs, and those arms… Oh la la.
I almost started to give out a wolf-whistle as the boy stepped over, half lidded eyes studying my face. His expression appeared bored, but very dignified and polite. He must have be one of those rich, snobby types. I really did hate those kind of people…
"Hey." I started coolly, trying to remember what his name was. "You're a senior, called… Fluffy, right?"
"Sesshomaru," he said coldly, nearly sneering at me. "You should know that, Kikyo."
Ah, the badass type. I like. I really li—wait, did he call me Kikyo?! Come on, people, I may be related to her but I'm not her twin! Goodness gracious, I know I do look like her just a little bit but do people really think I look like I'm telepathically connected to her?
Well, yes, they do. I've always been mistaken for my sister, and it really sucks. Just because we're both the same height, nearly the same shape of the face – except for the eyes, AND the same hair, doesn't mean that we look exactly alike. Right? Right.
"Well, my name is Kagome. Get it? KA-GO-ME," I said slowly, as if he were stupid. "I'm not Kikyo, I'm KAGOME!"
I felt my eyes curve into that of a glare, and I knew I was probably giving him one of my deadly, go-away-right-now-or-I'll-hurt-you looks. But he seemed unfazed, his bored expression unchanging, nor unflinching. I bet, if I poked him in the eye he'd just remain how he was.
Loser.
"I apologize," He said calmly. "I shall depart now."
I felt my cheeks burn with complete rage, as I glared daggers at his departing back. Giving him an inappropriate hand gesture, I gathered my things, muttering incoherent curses under my breath. Oooh, how can he NOT fall under that gaze? Not even waver in the least?
I let out an unladylike snort as I head towards my next class.
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
Not when you're in an orphanage
It's the hard knock life
It's the hard knock life
It's the hard knock life!
I was going to make that idiotic Sesshomaru pay. A few slugs in his locker would be nice, so would a 'KICK-ME' sign on his back… I grinned malevolently, starting to plot.
"KAGOME!"
I screamed, dropping my books in surprise. Immediately I turned around, catching gaze with Miroku Houshi, and for a moment I stare at him like a child who stole the cookies from the cookie jar. The blubbering idiot didn't seem to notice, for his lecherous smile was on his face.
"Here, let me get those books for you…" He offered politely, reaching down to grab my books. Suddenly, I saw him lose balance, arms reaching out for some support, something to keep him upright.
And then, at that moment, my eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets. Sooner or later I would have been blind, for I really do think they would have popped out any moment. Because, of all the places Miroku had to grab…
He grabbed my crotch, as well as my butt.
I screamed like a banshee, causing the students walking past to stop and give me a strange look. What a spectacle I must have been, right over there. Blood gushed up over my face, my cheeks turning into every shade of red one could possibly imagine. And heck, I'm pretty sure I had made up a few new shades, as well.
Miroku was grinning like a silly idiot, like a child who finally got his ice cream. Ice cream… that did not, at all, belong to him.
"MIROKU!" I hissed loudly, lifting my foot to kick him in his miniscule nuts. "YOU PROBABLY DID THAT ON PURPOSE, YOU DAMN HENTAI! I SWEAR, THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT I'LL—"
"HIGURASHI! HOUSHI!" Bellowed a voice, causing the both of us to jump. There, in the courtyard entrance, stands the Principal himself, looking down up on us with his small, carrot-like nose. "I wish to see you in my office, immediately."
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Author's Notes: So, anyway, what did you guys think? Inuyasha doesn't come in until the third chapter, I think, and he's only mentioned in the second... But I hope you can still cope with Kagome, Miroku, Kikyo, and Kagura around!
I really really really really love Kagura, she's so cool.
But yes. Kikyo will be a good girl for a time. I think she's perfectly IC, because I think that was what she was like before she was resurrected in a cold, clay body by that old-hag chick. I'd be the same way, if I were prancing around like a hyperactive freak in heaven, and some retard brought me back to life in a body made out of dirt.
Plus, it'd sorta suck if you saw the one guy you've loved for eternity with another woman, even if it is your reincarnate. Not that I agree with Kikyo and Inuyasha's relationship heading for a second round...
I'm just saying that she's bitchy because she's a) Grumpy because she has to return to life again; b) forced to live in a body made from dirt, probably composed partly of animal droppings; c) Forced to live under some sort of spell.
[Edit] Alright, In added a few sentences here and there, and changed the whole chapter into past tense. Please do inform me if you spot an error I failed to correct. Just don't put any posts like this: "OMFG I HATE YOU SO MUCH! YOU USED IMPROPER GRAMMER!"
…It hurts my feelings. ;_;
Okay... I'll shut up now. But review, review, review, reeevieeew!