An: WOW! I was sooo impressed by all the reviews! Well, depends on where this story is going, but at least I got chapter 2 out, ne? For those of you who have seen HYD, you can imagine how strange it is seeing Sesshoumaru play Domyoji, ne? Oh well. Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and tell me what you think, ne?
Disclaimers: Hana Yori Dango is Kamio-sensei's, and Inuyasha is Takahashi-sensei's. So, none of its mine.
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scene 2: the war begins
Long fingers moved down upon the keyboard as they typed in each character, forming the name:
Kagome Higurashi
There had been a solitary click, enter had been pressed, and now all there was left to do was wait. The figure reclined in his leather chair, his golden eyes narrowed, a slight smirk plaguing his lips; as though he was amused and interested by what he was reading on the computer screen. This girls life had been one of a fairy-tale turn perverse. Kagome's life, as far as the middle class were concerned, had been quite satisfactory. She had gone to a fine public school, been top of her class, participated in after school clubs, and her family vacationed in the summer. Scrolling down the web page of this girls entire history--or at least as much as the government could get a hold of-- the tale slowly turned sick and sallow. The girls' father had died--this did not strike remorse in the readers' heart, fathers were overrated anyways--and she had been forced to go work at a young age. For a time her grades had fallen, but she had managed to slowly over the course of many years, bring them back to her usual standard.
Presently, the girl went to Eitoku High School --how her measly mother was affording this, he had not a clue. Then, the workings of the lower middle class did not particularly bother or strike interest in him. Those people were there only to bring him higher in his social standing, to bring him the things he had grown accustomed to all his life. And yes, he (as well as everyone else at Eitoku High School) took them for granted.
Closing the page, he stretched slightly in his chair, before grabbing a raven colored shirt from his closet and walking to his armoire and taking from within its vaulted depths a single square of the finest scarlet fabric. This would be Kagome Higurashi's "A", like that of Hester Prynne. Yet, her crime had been much greater. She had challenged him, Sesshoumaru--and now he would declare war, and the rest of her Highschool life would be one amusing hell.
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Had Kagome not known the meaning of the piece of cloth she found hanging in her locker, she would have found the bit of high quality velvet quite beautiful. Its color was that of blood, or a pomegranate, or the last dying rays of the sun as it sank over the Tokyo skyline. Yet this square of cloth in her locker was a silent sign to all at the school that she could not be touched, she was in exile; it was their cue to despise, tease, and cause her life to be unbearable.
Quickly tearing it from where it rested, she stuffed it in her satchel and slammed her locker door.
Turning around to speedily scurry away to her classroom she found that a large crowd had formed. Their faces all seemed the same; blended like a bucket full of oranges--their colors and appearances identical. Each girl and boy seemed to lick their lips as they contemplated how her torture would come about. What would strike the deepest and the hardest?
Yet, before they could, the whispers, amused giggles, and hushed voices began--as they did every time when the four boys of the school (colloquially known as the 'F4') walked down the hall, in all their beauty and grace.
Since the beginning of the High school being founded some many years ago by the four richest families in Japan, it had been silently agreed that the offspring of these children should be given special privileges. With each grant and donation the school hungrily acquired, the more the offspring's of the founders took the attitude of superiority. Over the years, this group had formed and changed, and molded itself into what it was currently known as today: the F4. The F stood for 'Flowery'. Yet, it was decided long ago that it was ludicrous to call four extremely handsome and sexy boys 'Flowery'--so it had been abbreviated to "the F4", and so it has stayed. Their rules were simple: if you messed with them, you were in for it. If you did not do as they said; you were in for it.
And Kagome, like a few before her, had challenged the system.
The crowd parted, and there appeared the three of the famous F4. This group consisted of Kouga (Who's family had revolutionized Japan's car making industry and managed to pull the entire country single-handedly out of the ten year recession, they also dabbled in private oil ventures--which always proved to be highly worth their while). Miroku (His family had come up with a revolutionary new computer-chip and had brought hydrogen and natural gas technology to the general public twenty years ahead of schedule. His family also ventured in oceanographic technology and economic possibilities that the blue depths held.). Inuyasha (who was momentarily abroad). Finally the leader, Sesshoumaru (whose brother was Inuyasha and his family owned oil, coal, hotels, planes, and a few companies) who was the richest in the bunch.
"You will now learn the consequences of your actions," began Sesshoumaru, ferocity and enjoyment lurking in his sunset colored eyes.
"I'm not giving up." Kagome began, at first hesitantly, but her voice grew with each word, "I'm not scared of a bunch of rich boys who haven't worked a day in their lives and can't dress themselves."
Shrugging slightly, ignoring her little speech, Sesshoumaru hissed, "I find it amusing that you are not afraid. I can make your life--as well as your family's life--a living hell. One telephone call here, one letter of your conduct there…and you will never again be able to work in Japan, let alone Europe, South America, or the United States."
Kagome's frown deepened and replied, "Your too lazy to go to all that work."
A chuckled from Kouga and Miroku could be heard in the background.
"But…" Sesshoumaru began walking closer to her figure and gazing down at her, his expression dangerous in its power, "Let's start here. Lets see how you stand up against your whole student body, shall we?"
Kagome gazed up at him, her eyes resilient, her form never oscillating in its stance. Sesshoumaru pulled away swiftly, as though her body reeked of some indescribable odor. A sick smirk came to his features, and then smoothly he placed his hands in his pockets and walked off, Kouga and Miroku following promptly behind.
As the three made their way down the halls, Kouga looked over his shoulder and mumbled absently to Miroku, "I wonder if she will make it."
Miroku chuckled softly, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly, "Do they ever make it?"
"Good point."
Sesshoumaru glanced over his shoulder once, a frown gracing his features as he gazed at the girl. He would soon teach her whom to respect—even if it killed her.
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Watching the F4 make their way down the polished halls Kagome's eyes widened slightly—the power of Sesshoumaru's words hitting her hard. It was true; her life could be ruined by one phone call. Yet, something inside her stirred with anger, the fact that she should be so controlled by these people, be so confined by this school. A fire burned inside her, and she would not fight it for control. Kagome, watching the faces of the student body turn treacherous and hard, vowed that she would not give in without a fight. These rich snobs could not out do her.
Feeling something wet and cold trickle down her neck she reached behind her to find the yolk of an egg smothered all over it. The laugh of the crowd filled her ear.
"Think you can stand up to the F4 now?"
"What is a poor girl like you thinking?"
Glancing about, her expression hardened; forming her hands into tight fists she angrily ran out of the gathering crowd of people, hearing screams and shrieks of shock. Obviously, she had managed to hit a few in her escape. Pumping her legs as hard as she could, the shouts behind her seemed to grow incredibly louder, as though Sesshoumaru's breath was breathing down her neck.
I will show him that I am a weed and do not easily give up! She swore bitterly as she leapt down some staircases, only to find a group of five male students at the bottom of the set of steps, their hands full of eggs.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Thankful that she had paid attention in her free summer self defense class, she bitterly swung a kick—actually managing to topple a few—before she continued her way out to the extensive grounds, covered with convenient bushes and trees in which she could hide in for a time. Ten minutes later, she managed to escape them and hastily climbed into a lush tree where she intended to sort out facts and what her next course of action should be.
Everyday will be like this…Kagome realized.
Reaching absently into her satchel, she found herself withdrawing the beautiful piece of red velvet. Caressing its surface, her expression turned troubled. How had this whole hierarchy at Eitoku come about? Shaking her head, she was about to throw it away, but suddenly a though struck her. A smile spread across her face and checking her watch, she promptly bounded out of the tree and hurried back to the campus.
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"I wonder if she is begging for forgiveness by now…" Miroku yawned, leaning against a railing on an outdoor courtyard, working on his tan.
"Too bad she had to be the rebellious type, she's hot. I could have taken her out on a date. Shown her the wonders of what it means to be rich." Kouga smirked lustily as he absent-mindedly flipped through his wallet filled with about two hundred pictures-- all of the female sex.
"She does have a nice body," began Miroku forming her figure in his mind, "And those eyes, did you see the color Sesshoumaru?"
The silver haired figure turned around and spat bitterly, "I certainly did not. Why would I notice hers?"
"Hey, a hot girl is a hot girl." Miroku wisely pointed out gazing out at the grounds. "No matter what 'side of the tracks' she comes from."
"True." Kouga nodded tucking his wallet in his designer leather bag.
"So, when is Inuyasha expected back?" Miroku yawned as he continued to gaze at something moving through the brush with a disinterested eye.
"Next week." Sesshoumaru spoke in an annoyed fashion, "He went to visit Kikyou in France."
Kouga and Miroku exchanged looks.
The moving figure now ran across the lawn, and gazing up and around, her face brightened (or at least changed slightly) when she saw the F4 on the outdoor patio on the third floor. Miroku did not see her, his back now faced towards a different view.
"Think he's got the nerve?" Whistled Kouga, flashing a grin, "You know how articulate he is."
The three said nothing for a time, but this was a normal occasion. Sometimes there was nothing new, nothing exciting, or at least nothing interesting to tempt the three into conversation. Most of the time discussion revolved around girls, thanks to Kouga and Miroku and their play boyish qualities.
From behind the three, the door could be heard opening, though none immediately turned around. It was probably some girl off to confess her love to one of them. This sort of thing was an everyday occurrence.
"Sesshoumaru!" bellowed a heated voice.
Turning lazily around, the only sign of surprise was the change in color of his eyes. They had gone from neutral amber to a deep dark honey color.
"Oh, its you."
Turning back around he continued to gaze at the view, unaware of the motives of the young woman.
For about a minute he ignored her, and there was utter silence, except for perhaps the distant calls of people practicing their sports.
Kouga and Miroku just gazed from Sesshoumaru to Kagome and then back to Sesshoumaru—somehow utterly amused by the whole situation.
Sesshoumaru, unlike Kouga and Miroku, was not resting against the railing of the patio. In respects to them, he was perhaps five feet away the protective barrier. Kagome studied this distance for a moment, and then even before she realized what she was doing, she charged at the imposing figure knocking him to the ground with an angry "umf". Kagome slapped the piece of scarlet fabric (with a piece of tape on the back) onto Sesshoumaru's forehead, and then backed away at a safe distance, her eyes dancing with excitement and rebellion.
Kouga and Miroku broke out into fits of laughter.
Sesshoumaru glared angrily up at the girl, and was about to say, "You bitch, you will pay for that." Nevertheless, Kagome Higurashi it seemed, cut him off, her face full of triumph and irony, "There!" she breathed energetically, "I challenge you, Sesshoumaru, to war!"
"What is she doing?" Miroku whispered to Kouga.
"Challenging him…again?" Kouga acknowledged, rather awestruck.
"Has anyone done that?"
"No. Never. No one has had the nerve."
Kagome placed one hand on her waist, the other hand and its fingers pointing at Sesshoumaru who was now getting up and tearing the fabric off his brow, his expression one of utter aggravation, "I am not a weed you can step on. And," she continued, "Even if I am, I will grow back! So, you can't squash me as easily as that!"
Sesshoumaru, speaking for the for the first time, growled, "What are you talking about?"
Kagome, slightly taken-aback, spoke, "You challenged me, and I am doing that right back."
"That's not the way it works." He continued, slightly amused and slightly annoyed.
"Well, I'm changing that." Kagome decided firmly, "If my life is going to be terrible at school, then I am challenging you—" Kagome paused and eyed Kouga and Miroku, "And the rest of the F4."
"Can she do that?" Kouga questioned, eyeing Kagome's robust figure.
"Looks like she has. Could be worse, though, we could have gotten an ugly girl to challenge us." Miroku chuckled.
"True."
"Do you know who you are challenging?" Sesshoumaru began dangerously, stepping forward.
"I am well aware." She acknowledged, "And I am well aware that you have terrorized me, and my few friends, long enough."
Quickly turning to leave, the last words she heard him say were, "You will regret this."
Kagome had to admit, she was regretting it already—but she had only one life to live, and if she had to go to this god-forsaken school, she might as well make the best of it. Checking her watch, she headed off to her part time job. She had so much to tell Sango. A breeze from the east rose up, fluttering her long lustrous black hair.
Sesshoumaru angrily crumpled the piece of velvet in his hands, and was about to throw it off the balcony. However, he paused, gazed down at it, and then discreetly tucked it into his pocket.
Kouga and Miroku just exchanged looks.
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AN: its weird, because in the anime, the person sesshoumaru is playing is a lot like Inuyasha…so its funky writing him like this. Anyways, yeah…enjoy this chapter, or at least, I hope you did.
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