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Chapter 2- Sango

Damn perverted Houshi! Murder was on my mind and rage in my veins. How dare that-that lecher touch me there! But no I kept my cool…well I mean he only ended up with a few bruises…and scrapes…and lacerations but damn it the freak had it coming to him!...well perhaps I went a little overboard…a tad. Okay so Miroku had touched my ass yesterday (BIG surprise there! Not) but a girl can hold a grudge can't she (and for your sake your answer had better be yes). How Kagome can live with that leach around her ALL the time practically attached to her hip is beyond me. I huffed impatiently as I waited outside Shikon High School, on the quad, for Kagome to arrive.

Shikon High School was notorious for its academic and sports related achievement as well as the fact that its student populace consisted of virtually all of Tokyo's high income citizens children. Dollar signs oozed from the girls' curly five hundred dollar extensions down to their pretty little pedicured toes. It was a festering vessel for the privileged, and yes unfortunately I am among them. Well not the oozy pedicured ones but the rich ones in general. My intuition for the school was paid for just like most (Ha! As if I could actually test into this school-that's more Kagome's thing). The only scholarship students lucky enough to get into Shikon High School was that weird kid who skipped three grades and everyone avoids, and Kagome. (Though its rumored that the school was tied into her ancestral background so maybe that had something to do with.) It's cool how her family is so connected to the city from the Shikon High School, to Shikon Museum of Feudal Japan, and a freaking street! Shikon Road! Like seriously? Apparently Shikon was Kagome's mother's maiden name, and she was related to the billionaire philanthropist Midoriko Shikon who was Kagome's great great great (etc.) grandmother. So Shikon High School…has its good points and then it has its horrible points. One good point being that unlike most Private Schools (and public for that matter) Shikon High School was uniform free!

I tried to radiate calm and coolness and smother my inner hostility as I see Miroku's black Ferrari glide into the parking lot. Damn Miroku and his outrageous car and its coolness! The best car that I had any chance of getting was my grandpa's old beat up Station Wagon. Of course no one looks up at the new shiny extremely expensive car as you see anything from a Ferrari to a Lamborghini to a Bentley in every student parking space except, of course, my peeling-off white-dented fender-Station Wagon. I pursued my lips in thought, how come every other single kid in the school has a better car than me? Heck the janitors have better cars than me! I guess im just not loved, sadly that is probably the truth.

"Hey San-Chan!"

I jumped (very discreetly im pretty sure I passed it off as a shrug-either that or a nervous twitch) and turned around. "Kagome-Chan," I acknowledged hugging the smaller girl, I glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired male grinning behind her, "And hello to you Pervert."

"Ouch Sango such words such accusations, it hurts that you would call innocent little ole me-

"Okay knock it off," Kagome said laughing as she stepped away from me and towards the pervert, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.

For some reason my chest ached seeing them together, they would make a beautiful couple. Not that I care because Kagome is way too good for a lecher like him so even if he did for some strange reason think he had any chance with her he's extremely mistaken.

"Oh you seem chilly baby let me warm you up," he said as he casually put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him, apparently comfortable…if she was interested in him (well to each her own right?) I mean I wouldn't care (I wouldn't!).

Miroku was of course completely bull-shitting I mean it was practically 90 degrees outside.

Unfortunately just as soon as they arrived the bell was ringing and it was time to go in. Our little trio blended into the mass of students heading towards the cathedral (yes our school had a cathedral). We claimed our regular seats (you know the very back bench in the corner) and waited as the students filed in. Ms. Kaede was already up on the podium. The Choir filled into the pews.

"Welcome students to another wonderful day please rise for the school song." Kaede-sensei coaxed. We stood. The only one of us that actually bothered with the actual singing was Kagome (she told me that she was afraid that someone would find out that we were lip singing and she would get in trouble but I told her that if that happened-and I doubt it would-to just say that she has tuberculosis or Streptococcus Meningitis or something but she wasn't going for the whole fake disease to get out of school stuff, stuff) while me and Miroku just mouthed the words to the song (which is totally gay, the song not the fact that we were mouthing along to it).

Let us rise as a beacon

A beacon of light

To drown out the darkness

In the holy fight

Let our strength grow

Our strength in our faith

So that we can always show

The product of Fate

I zoned out during the rest of the Morning Gathering and then we were separating to go to other classes. Thankfully I had my first two classes with Kagome and only the last with the Lecher.

"See ya girls you'll just have to brave another three more hours before seeing my face again," he said dramatically as he grabbed Kagome around the waist and bent to kiss her cheek. I narrowed my eyes at him then glanced impatiently at the door to our class (Chemistry).

"Yeah sure we'll be dieing from anticipation now come on Kagome" I snapped pulling her away from Mr. Octopus hands and into our Chemistry class.

I have no clue as to why exactly I rushed into this class…oh yeah to get away from the Lecher, but (and I will never admit this again) I'd rather brave a whole week alone with Miroku shipwrecked on an island eating coconuts and bananas then be in chemistry class. And so there I sat drumming my chewed up nonexistent nails against my desk humming under my breath. To my right sat Kagome doodling absently in her notebook. She was bent over her notebook her sketch pencil clutched in her small hand as it flew across the paper. She bit her dark blood red lip in frustration as a lock of inky hair spilt over her shoulder and onto the page, she paused and tucked it behind her ear. Her elegant brows were knitted together in single minded concentration, her silver blue eyes narrowed. I won't lie my best friend was beautiful-scarily, unnaturally so even. She was like one of those precious porcelain dolls they sell to little kids for bundles and oodles of dollars (and im talking the Benjamin's) for the doll to show up two months later naked and missing a few fingers (or maybe that was only true for me). She was exactly like that doll minus the missing fingers and naked bit. It was very easy to hate her (for girls) but even easier to love her (if you wanted to). But she was an introverted person and not easily understood.

"Ms. Tajiya since you seem to be showing so much advert enthusiasm in my lesson please tell me what the answer for this is?" the sensei asked gesturing to some gibberish written on the black board. "Pi?" I guessed. Several students snickered, beside me Kagome was trying to pass her laugh off as a cough. Sensei snapped his gaze over to her in an instant. "And you Ms. Higurashi?" He barked. Sensei was one of those guys that weren't blessed with vertical length and so had adopted the so called little-man complex. He was barely five foot tall but had a voice and temper that could out do any regular sized man of the same age. But his red skin, pug nose, squinty eyes, and rounded belly made him seem more like a disgruntled pig then anything else.

Kagome stopped giggling immediately. "The molecules stay together because there are attractive forces. Intramolecular forces occur between atoms, Intermolecular forces occur between molecules. We do not consider intermolecular forces in ionic bonding because there are no molecules and the type of Intramolecular bond determines the type of intermolecular force." She rattled off. Sensei grunted his piggy grunt at her in satisfaction and turned back to the board, writing her answer down almost completely word for word. She turned towards me and winked conspiratorially.