Chapter 2:
Sango looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she ogled at her
"You're what!" she shouted. Kagome put her finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
"This will be a great story for the newspaper. Just think about it, a half a page about what men really do when women aren't around. Of course I'll put other stuff in there but that's basically the main topic and I'll…"
"Kagome," Sango stopped her before she went into monologue mode, "why do you have to be a guy to do this?"
"Because I want to know everything. Their secrets, the conversations that they have, and not just the ones that they talk about when others are around, I'm talking real deep shit, and they're not going to open up to me if I'm a girl. They have to be around the same sex, someone they can befriend. That's the character I'm going to portray."
"There's just one problem… you're a girl!" she emphasized; Kagome just rolled her eyes
"You're so closed-minded. A little makeover, a change of the hair and I'll look just like them."
"You have breast." She covered them with her arms when Sango poked the side of one
"Thanks for noticing." She said sarcastically, wrinkling her nose at her.
"Kagome, I don't think…"
"Sshhh." She said cutting her off.
"But…"
"Zip it." She gestured by taking pinching her fingers and sweeping them crossed her lips. "We'll talk about it at lunch." She quickly opened the door to her next class before Sango could protest any further. Looking up at the ceiling, she moaned dreadfully. She didn't mind that Kagome was going on one of her impulse undercover stories again; she loved reading about them in the school paper. She just hated it when she dragged her into them. She jumped slightly when she heard the final bell ring; great now she was late. Sulking, she slowly walked to her next class.
Inuyasha, Miroku, and Bankotsu sat at their normal table at lunch eating their packed lunches, waiting for the last member of their group.
"Where the hell is he?" Miroku asked after swallowing a portion of his sandwich.
"Bet ten bucks he's having sex." Bankotsu dared. Inuyasha and Miroku smirked
"Of course he is." Miroku added, knowing their friend all too well.
"Bet twenty he did it in the shower this time." Inuyasha replied.
"You're on." All of them pulled the bills out of their pockets, setting them in the middle of the table underneath the books.
"What's on?" a voice asked. They turned sideways to see Kouga standing behind them, looking totally differently then what he did 45 minutes ago.
"Your zipper's undone." Bankotsu informed him before turning back around. Kouga blushed slightly as he reached down to fix it. Pulling out a chair next to Miroku, he seated himself.
"Your shirt's wrinkled as hell dude." Miroku was next to criticize his attire, noting at his once pressed blue shirt, had now a million creases in it. Kouga just shrugged it off as he reached over to take half of Miroku's sandwich.
"And you smell like fresh soap." Inuyasha chimed in, sniffing the air. Kouga just smiled as he bit into the turkey with Swiss cheese.
"I rather him smell like soap than sex." Bankotsu bluntly said, making the other laugh.
"I'll take that." Inuyasha grabbed the money and tucked it back in his pocket.
"Shit man, am I that predictable?" he said laughing
"Do you have to ask?" everyone continued to laugh, drawing some attention to themselves.
"So who was it this time?" Miroku wanted to know.
"This sexy little sophomore; didn't quite catch her name though." He signed as he reminisced about the event that took place in the gym showers. Inuyasha shook his head lightly
"It's gota be a crime going after someone that young." Kouga polished off the rest of his food.
"Hey, she's the one who pursued me and who am I to deny her?" He dusted the crumbs off his hands. "Don't even start Bank." He gave him a puzzled look.
"I didn't say anything." He said defensively.
"No, but you were thinking that I shouldn't be screwing a different girl every other week." Bankotsu opened then closed his mouth quickly. "Uh huh, I knew it. Not everyone can have a steady girlfriend like you." Bankotsu dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "So Miroku tells me you ain't going to the Ball." Inuyasha sucked his teeth.
"Why don't tell the whole goddamn school?" Miroku picked the lint of his black shirt
"Do you want all the girls to die of heartache knowing that you won't be there?"
Miroku over exaggerates too much. He thought.
"Why aren't you going?" Kouga asked, trying to get his attention again.
"I just don't feel like asking a girl that doesn't give a rat's ass about me. She'll just be using me to brag to all of her friends." Miroku and Kouga eyed each other.
"So?" they both said together. Inuyasha gave a heart filled sigh; they wouldn't understand. "You'd be using her too. She's just…" Miroku struggled for the right words, "an accessory. Something that makes you look good. And you don't even have to stay with her the whole time, just long enough to let everyone see who you're with and leave her. So what's the problem?" He was trying hard to persuade his friend to go.
Inuyasha stared at his linked hands lying on the table. How could he possibly explain?
"It was just a suggestion." He lied; he just wanted to get them of his back. "I'll go." Hearing them cheer put a smile on his face. Gathering their things, they headed for the exit. As soon as Inuyasha reached the swinging doors, it flung opened; the person, who was franticly trying to get away from someone, collided into him, knocking him down along with her. Inuyasha came face to face with her.
Black satin hid their faces, as she hovered over him, bracing herself with both hands on the floor on either side of his head. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her breath heating up his moist lips; their lower halves meshed together.
Heads turned as dozens of eyes stared at the people who seemed to be paralyzed on the floor. Kagome blushed when she realized how close they were.
"Sorry." She said quickly, pushing off to the side, she landed on the floor before picking herself up. If his friends hadn't been there, he would have held her in place, already missing the warmth of her body. Instead, he got up off the floor, grabbing his book bag; he dusted off his clothes hastily
"Watch where the fuck you're going." He spat, putting up his façade.
"I said I was sorry." She retorted angrily glaring at him. Inuyasha stared back, matching the intensity in her eyes.
"Feh. Whatever geek." He taunted. Turning he walked out of the cafeteria, his friends following behind; Kagome stuck her middle finger at the closed door.
Jocks, they think they run this damn school. Sitting down at a nearby table she waited until Sango got there.
"Ow, ow, owww!" she yelped when her hair was being yanked hard. Sango flopped down in the chair across from her, crossing her arms and legs.
"Explain yourself." She commanded, glaring at her. Kagome hunched forward, gingerly touching the top of her head.
"I think my scalp is bleeding." She looked at Sango, giving her sad puppy dogged eyes, as she poked out her bottom lip. Getting no reaction from her, she blew her bangs out of her eyes straightening back up in her seat. "Ok, I've spent the past 3 periods thinking about my plan. Appearance wise, all I need it that tape that you use to wrap your feet during your track meets, to bind my boobs, right?" Sango waited a moment, and then nodded in approval. "And I don't have to worry about my height; most guys here are short anyways."
"What about your hair. You gonna cut it?" Kagome's mouth dropped, staring at her in horror, she instinctively put both hands on her head as if protecting it.
"I'm not going that far!" She's lost her damn mind she thought. "I'm going to get a wig; and facial features won't be an issue either; I'll just have to stop waxing my eyebrows and," she sniffled "cut down my nails." She said tearfully. Sango smiled, even though she was a "geek" she still cared about her looks.
"What about school?" Kagome looked up from her nails
"Huh?" she gave her a puzzled look
"School, Kagome. You can't expect to attend school as yourself and a different person? And don't even think about switching "genders" in between classes and think it will work, that only happens in movies." Kagome stuck her tongue in her cheek; that's a detail she hadn't thought of. Then a light bulb went off.
"I'll just tell them that I have to do…do a… a community service project that requires 3 days out of the week. What?" she asked when Sango gave her an incredulous look, "I've done it before, legit too. The principal and teachers won't mind as long as it doesn't affect my grades, and I'll be here 2 days out of the five."
"What about the paper work? You gota show that this "project" is for real." Kagome gripped her hair in a ponytail before letting it fall down her back.
"I'll just get Miki to do the papers and forge some signatures. He'll do it," she said quickly as Sango opened her mouth. "He has a crush on me so I know I can depend on him." She said with a smug look on her face.
"What about your grandfather and Souta? You can't stay at your house; I'm sure your grandfather wouldn't be too happy that you'll be spending your time cross-dressing." she said, stealing her friend's thunder.
Kagome groaned in mild defeat. Falling forward, she placed her forehead on he cool table. She couldn't say she was studying abroad, she did that last summer; and she couldn't do foreign exchange student, they would be expecting a kid in her place.
Think, think, think.
"I'll tell them…something." She said sounding defeat, but really hiding her true intentions. "But for the most part I have everything else covered." A huge grin spread across her face, rivaling the Cheshire cat's. She raised her hand, looking at the watch in her wrist. Noticing that they had only fifteen minutes left to eat, she rummaged into the black book bag, taking out her bagged lunch; contain sushi rolls, a slightly large bag of potato chips, and bottled water, all kept cool by the icepack that was in her lunch bag. Always packing enough for both of them, she tuned her container of sushi to give Sango more access to it.
"So who's gonna do your makeup?" Sango asked around the potato chips in her mouth. "You're good at it but not good enough to alter your appearance." She added. Kagome huffed at her insults, refusing to answer her. Sango shrugged her narrow shoulders and continued to eat, knowing that whatever Kagome had in mind, she wouldn't tell her until the last minute.
"So what's the deal with you?" Miroku asked as he threw a fastball towards Inuyasha. He caught it in his wore mitt with ease. He studied the small white orb with red stitching, tossing it back and forth in his hands. Winding up, he threw the pitch back
"Nothing." He grunted. Miroku felt a slight sting when the ball smacked against his catcher's mitt. He looked directly into his golden eyes, completely emotionless. It was unusual for him not to be able to read his thoughts. So he did what he knew best, he would push until the truth came out.
"Come on. That tantrum in homeroom was more than just the Masquerade Ball." He switched up his pitch, throwing a curve ball. "Tell me what's up." Inuyasha frowned,
When did practice turn into Oprah?
"Oh my God! He is soo hot!" he heard a female voice from a short distance. Turning his head slightly, he saw two girls out of the corner of his eye. Standing behind the metal fence, they wove their fingers through the squares, created by the metal rods twisted together, trying to get a better look at him and his teammates.
"Which one? Their all hot!" the other squealed. Inuyasha sighed as he threw the ball back, not even answering the pervious question.
"The one with the red hair." The girl replied. Her friend considered her decision.
"He's ok, but he doesn't have a bomb ass body; not like that guy with the sliver hair." She commented, licking her glossy lips.
Inuyasha smirked, throwing back the ball. It was true; he did have a hot body. Due to the amount of training and exercise he's done over the years had paid off. Defined toned muscles were covered, but could still be seen through the uniform they were acquired to wear. Tight, off white pants with blue strips on either side, stopping at the top of his black cleats, showed every ripple that his muscles made. The blue baggy short sleeved shirt, tucked in his pants, showed the lower part of his arms, but hid his tanned, toned abs and chest.
He growled lightly when he heard his friend's constant bickering. "It's my old man, alright?" he said throwing the pitch a little harder.
"What about him?" he asked, knitting his brows.
"Since me and my brother don't get along very well, he's got this great idea that we need to spend some "quality" time together." Miroku winced when the ball hit his gloved hand.
"But Sesshomaru is in London somewhere right? Doing some kind of business deal."
"Yeah but he's coming home for Dad's birthday and staying for about a week after." Inuyasha grew angrier by the second. "He feels that we're "drifting apart." Miroku bit back a cry when the ball pounded into his hand. "I mean…we hate each other! If we wanted to spend time together, we would have done it years ago. He's got his own world and I got mine. What could we possibly have anything to talk about? We have nothing in common!" A pain throbbed through his left shoulder after the last pitched. Sucking breath through his teeth as he rotated it slowly.
"Maybe we should call it a day." Miroku suggested. Seeing his friend in pain, he walked steadily over to him, not wanting to draw attention to them.
"Naw, I'm fine." He said weakly. Miroku smiled at him.
"Ok you're fine, but I'm not." He pulled off his supposedly protective glove, showing off his right hand, now sporting bright red marks on the palm. No doubt it would be swollen by the end of the day.
"My bad." He said apologetically. The pain now turning into a dull tingle, they began to walk out of the ballpark. Not even through the gates did he see the raven-haired beauty ran passed him. He slowed down his pace a fraction, following her with his eyes discreetly.
She stopped in front of a guy; unfamiliar to him, he assumed that he didn't go to their school. Her back was turned to him so he couldn't see what they were doing. Moments later, she squealed happily, jumping on her toes a few times, before wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him nosily on his cheek; the boy blushing a bright red.
Inuyasha muttered an oath before walking in the entrance of the gym showers; his day couldn't get any worst.
Kagome gripped the large folder that Miki had given her; inside containing all of the legit papers that she needed to confirm her "project."
"Thank you so much! I wasn't expecting you to get this so quickly. You're the best!" Miki blushed at her compliment.
"Well, I had some free time and…" he shifted from one foot to the other. "You said you needed them as soon as possible." he smiled gently at her. She smiled back; he's so cute. She thought, and then remembered her part of the deal. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small slip of paper; seven numbers were written inside.
"Here you go." She gave it to him. "She'll be waiting for your call." Miki blushed harder as he placed the slip in his back pocket.
"Thanks Kagome!" he turned around, walking in the direction that he came. Kagome clutched the folder to her chest as if her life depended on it as she walked back to the school. Sango standing beside the closed door, which was locked from the inside, let her back in.
"So that's all the stuff you need."
"Yup, I'm just gonna drop this off in the principal's office and then we can go." Sango was just a little curious
"So what did you have to give him in return?" she shrugged her shoulders
"Just a phone number." Sango goggled at her. "Not mine." She replied, reading her thoughts. "He likes this girl that works at the community service group with us." She explained
"I thought he had a crush on you."
"He does, but in an admiration sort of way," she dismissed that thought with a wave of her hand. "Anyways, they're both shy and one won't approach the other, so I gave him her phone number. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic." Getting two people that she liked together put a smile on her face. "Be right back." She disappeared into the office, emerging about five minutes later.
"Please tell me you drove your car today? We've got so much stuff to do before the day is over." Sango rolled her eyes
"Yeah, yeah, quit your bitching." She laughed when Kagome made an attempt to punch her. She dodged another one, but ended up bumping into someone, slamming them into the lockers nearby.
"Hn, I didn't know you liked it rough." Whispered a familiar voice, making her cringe. She tried to move quickly but arms wrapped her waist, pinning her to the body behind her.
"Damn it! Let go of me Miroku!" she growled, scratching his arms, hoping that would loosen his grip on her.
"Now why would I do that when you feel so good?" To prove his point he shifted his hips, grinding against her backside. She growled again, but this time it was to mask the moan that was about to escape from her mouth. With one last try, she pounded on his sore right hand. Yelping in pain, he released her, pushing her off him as he held his wounded hand.
"That's what the fuck you get, you pervert!" She yelled out of breath. Kagome continued to stand there as her friend verbally attacked the guy who showed a strange affection towards her. She would have done something, if it weren't for eyes gazing upon her. Inuyasha had been staring at her intently the whole time, never once moving or speaking. It made her feel uncomfortable, but in a good way; at least she thought it was a good feeling.
She gave him a quick glace; she remembered that he had cause the uproar in school for dyeing his long hair to silver, but for some reason it looked good on him rather than the original black. It was slightly damp, from taking a shower she supposed as the smell of soap lingered in the air around them.
He smells so good, she thought as she continued study him. Eyes the color of liquid gold, still watching her, a very unreadable, youthful face. Broad shoulders, a lean but tanned, muscular body, unfortunately covered by a dark green shirt and black fitted jeans. He's change so much since our childhood; she thought sadly, both inside and out.
When she saw a sexy smirk adorn his kissable mouth, she realized that she had been staring a little too long. She turned sideways, trying not to look at him anymore.
Inuyasha place a small smile on his face, noting that his crush had been looking on him, just as he'd been her. Head of thick black hair that touched her back, big, brown, beautiful eyes, that needed to be assisted by black framed glasses, which made her look even more adorable, contrasted with her white, creamy complexion. Her clothes fitted every curve of her body, which was small and slender, but knew that it was strong; everyone in school knew that Kagome had a 5th degree black belt in karate. That's what he liked about her, she was smart, beautiful and strong; qualities that he wanted in a woman. Now if only he could find the courage to talk to her, to apologize and not in a rude, I'm- a-jock-so-I'm-superior way.
He looked back at his friend, who flinching on the floor as the girl was stood above him, her fist raised over her head, like an Amazon warrior ready to strike. Now was his chance, while they were distracted. He began to step forward, ready to make his move.
Kagome became stiff as she saw him advance towards her. Panicking she didn't know what to do. She began to call out to Sango, about to tell her to stop fooling around and go; but before she got the chance the door to the office opened, standing in the doorway was the V.P. Everyone stopped screaming and moving as he gave the four a stern look.
"I suggest that if you don't want to be suspended for this inappropriate behavior that you either go where you need to be or leave school grounds." His voice was low and powerful. Sango stepped back, straightening her clothes. The V.P nodded, returning back into the office, closing the door behind him.
Sango kicked Miroku one last time before, walking back over to Kagome. Grabbing her hand, she forcefully pulled towards the exit. Kagome couldn't be more grateful, on an impulse, she turned back; Inuyasha eyes still fixated on her. She turned her head quickly, stepping outside.
Inuyasha walked over, shaking his head at the pitiful site of his friend. Helping him up, he formed a plan in his head. One way or another, Kagome would be his.