Sorry for the long wait. Here's chapter 2.
Enojy. :)
Title: High School Life
Chapter: Meetings
Pairings: Inuyasha & Kagome
High School Life
Inuyasha walked up to the kind-looking secretary sitting at the front desk in the Main Office.
"Hey," he said. "My name's Inuyasha Takahashi. I'm new, this is my first day."
The young secretary smiled. "Oh yes, Mr. Takahashi, I was told you would be coming today. We just received your transcript yesterday. Welcome to Shikon High. I've got your schedule right here." She handed him a blue piece of paper. Pointing to the top line, she said "Okay, your first class is English, in room 212, with Mr. Modoki."
Inuyasha smiled and turned around, heading towards the door, muttering a quick "thanks" over his shoulder.
'208, 210…212. Got it." He looked up at the large, brown, wood door. 'This better be the right room.'
He knocked loudly on the door, causing the soft murmurs inside to come to a halt. The door opened and a tall man, who looked to be in his late 30's, stood in the doorway smiling brightly.
"Hi," the man said. "You must be Inuyasha." He grabbed the strap of Inuyasha's backpack and pulled him into the room. Turning to face the class, he cleared his throat. "Class," he stated. "We have a new student with us today. Meet Inuyasha Takahashi, please make him feel welcome."
The teacher, Mr. Modoki, received a sea of silent stares. Still smiling, he turned back to Inuyasha. "Great! You'll be sitting next to Miss Higurashi." He glanced towards a girl in the middle row, 4th seat back. "Miss Higurashi, please raise your hand."
The young girl complied, and Mr. Modoki smiled. "There you go. Just take the empty seat to her left."
"Aight," Inuyasha said, walking towards the empty desk. Setting his stuff down, he glanced at the girl and his breath caught in his throat.
The girl-in-question had long, shiny raven hair which stopped just short of her lower back. Her skin was the fairest shade of cream and her eyes were the warmest and most inviting flavor of milk chocolate that Inuyasha had ever seen. She wore a pale pink skirt which stopped just above the knee. A white spaghetti-strap shirt, with small butterflies that were the same pink as the skirt, covered her torso. Small, glossy, white 1-inch heels concealed her feet, which led up to long, nicely toned, tan legs.
She turned to face Inuyasha. "Hi, I'm Kagome," she said, sticking out her hand.
Inuyasha took her out-stretched hand and shook it lightly, nodding. "Inuyasha," he replied, a smile creeping onto his features.
Kagome smiled. "So I've heard. Where are you from?"
A frown immediately replaced his smile; he withdrew his hand quickly. "I'm from all over," Inuyasha said stiffly.
Kagome looked slightly put off. "Oh…well, let me see your schedule," she said, putting an uppity squeak into her voice.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a crumbled mass of blue paper. He handed it to Kagome, which she grabbed anxiously.
Flattening the mass into somewhat of a normal piece of paper she glanced down the sheet.
English- rm. 212
History- rm. 154
Math- rm. 103
Lunch- Café
Art- rm. 268
Science- rm. 245
Gym- Gymnasium
A smile spread across her face. "Hey," Kagome beamed. "I have 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 7th with you. You got 2nd with Miroku and 6th with Sango. Man, I would kill for a schedule like this."
"Uh, who are Miroku and Sango?"
Kagome grinned sheepishly blushed slightly. "Oh, they're my best friends. Sango is my baby-girl and Miroku is…um, well he's very unique. You'll get it later."
Inuyasha's eyebrows rose slightly. "Huh? Unique, how-," he was cut off by Mr. Modoki loudly clearing his throat.
He stood at the front of the room, arms crossed, and glaring at the chattering pair of students. "Miss Higurashi, Mr. Takahashi, if you're quite finished could we please resume the lesson."
Cheeks partially reddened, Kagome spoke up, "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
The teachers glare lessened. "Good," he said triumphantly. "I should hope not." He smirked once, and then turned back around, intent on finishing his lesson plan.
Kagome turned to glance at Inuyasha. She sent him a small smile, and then focused her attention back towards the blackboard.
Settling down into his seat, Inuyasha grinned smugly. He smirked, 'I think I'm gonna like it here.'
After 45 long minutes the bell signaling the end of 1st period rung, much to the relief of many anxious students. Inuyasha yawned loudly and stretched. Grabbing his backpack, he started towards the door. Upon reaching it, he felt a small hand on his bicep.
Turning around he came face to face with Kagome. She smiled at him. "Wait, come with me," she said in a hurried voice. "I want you to meet my friends."
Inuyasha shrugged. "Alright."
Grinning, she grabbed his hand, "come on." Pulling him the rest of the way, she led him down the hallway with amazing speed. When Kagome came to a stop they were in front of two other students.
The first was a girl of about 17 with deep black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her eyes were liquid pools of light cinnamon and her smile was kind and welcoming. A faint tan wrapped around her body painted by the sun. She was dressed in a black pair of capris with red and pink embroidered designs and matching t-shirt.
The next kid was a boy who looked only a couple of months older than the girl. He had soft wavy black locks which gathered into a small pony at the top of his neck. He wore black jeans and a purple long-sleeved shirt with black fabric at the bottom of his right sleeve.
Pointing to the girl first, Kagome said, "this is Sango and this is Miroku. Miroku, Sango, meet Inuyasha. He's new."
Sango smiled and muttered a "nice to meet you" while Miroku nodded and reached out his hand. "Sup' man?" he asked.
Inuyasha grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake. "Nothing, you?"
"Not much."
Kagome turned towards Miroku. "Roku', he has History with you," she said, indicating to Inuyasha. "Could you show him the way? Sango and I gotta get to Psychology."
Miroku nodded, "Sure thing, Kagome." He beckoned his new friend to follow him. "Come on, man, this way."
Inuyasha complied, walking into step with Miroku. The two ventured down the hallway and up a flight of stairs into another crowded hall. Inuyasha was shocked. From the outside, Shikon High looked relatively small; but inside…there were so many students. 'Students like Kagome,' he thought with a smirk. 'Heh, she's pretty cute.'
He was jerked out of his thoughts when Miroku patted his back saying, "Yo, we're here," while leading him into another classroom.
Inuyasha entered the room to be greeted the same introduction as with Mr. Modoki. He was given a seat next to Miroku, much to his delight.
40 minutes later the teacher gave her students some time to talk amongst themselves and relax. When Miroku went off to talk to some pretty girls Inuyasha was left alone in a room of foreign faces.
He was finishing up his notes when he felt someone poking his back. He tried to ignore it, but the person kept disturbing him. After more than a minute, Inuyasha was fed up. "Look," he said, turning around. "I don't know what your problem is, but…" Inuyasha stopped speaking and dropped his jaw a bit. What he saw confused him. He was nearly face to face with an exact replica of Kagome.
"Hi." The girl spoke in a very deep and sensual voice. "I'm Kikyo. What's your name?"
"I-Inuyasha."
Kikyo smiled. "Well Inuyasha, am I correct in assuming that you're new?"
Inuyasha nervously nodded his head, "Uh, yeah," he muttered out.
Her smirk grew wider. "In that case," she said. "Perhaps I could show you around." Kikyo reached out and touched his shoulder. "Maybe…introduce you to a couple of my friends." Very slowly, she began to run her fingers along his shoulder blade.
Now getting slightly uncomfortable, Inuyasha shrugged out of the beautiful girls grasp. "Ya know what," he said, inching away slowly. "I already got myself a guide."
A look of confusion swept over Kikyo's face. She brushed it away almost as fast as it had appeared, assuming the look of someone who accepted a challenge. "Alright," she smirked, "if you're ever in need of any of my services, you know where to find me."
The bell rang at that moment.
Kikyo gathered her things and strode towards the door, swaying her hips in a suggestive manner. She muttered a quick 'see ya' and then was lost in the crowd of hurried students.
As Inuyasha threw his things in his bag, Miroku walked over to him. "I saw you talking to Kikyo before."
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Just saying, that's all. I wouldn't hang out with her if I were you, though."
Inuyasha turned to face him. "Why not?" he asked.
"Well Kagome and she don't get along very well."
"How come?"
"A childhood fight. She and Kagome used to be best friends in middle school," Miroku stated. "But once high school started, Kikyo dropped Kagome for the more, shall we say, 'popular people,'" he said, indicating with his hands. "Didn't even give her a second glance; wanted nothing to do with her. She started making fun of Kagome every chance she got, if even passing by in the hall. It wasn't pretty."
"Whoa, rough."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, tell me about it." He took a long breath. "But our Kagome's a strong girl. She got through it and found me and Sango; a much better choice than Kikyo, I dare say." Then, changing the subject entirely, Miroku slapped Inuyasha on the back. "Well," he began. "Wouldn't want to be late for 3rd…say, what do you have anyway?"
"Math."
"Come on, I'll show you to the Math wing, then you're on your own. Think you can handle that?" he said with laughter in his voice.
Inuyasha smirked, knowing Kagome was in his next class. "Yeah," he said. "I think I can."
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Perky-Thief