Me: Hm, ok, so it's been a while. I didn't think I'd come back to writing fanfiction but look-it! Evidently I am
Disclaimer: The usual. No, I do not own Inuyasha and his little posse, but I do indeed borrow him from time to time to "squee" over (he says he doesn't like that but you know he does).
Chapter ½ Whichever (Probably 2)
Detention and Table-Top Gossip
There are few words in existence that can cause immediate and absolute fear in a high school student. At least, if the student is a good girl who had never, ever once before in her life had had to deal with the dreaded and mysterious word: "Detention."
Kagome shuddered. The very word reminded her of Mortal Combat and the growling words "Finish Him!" She had always hated that part, especially since she heard it every time she played. Maybe that's why she avoided arcade…
"Pay attention, sophomore." The rather chilly demand jolted Kagome sheepishly out of her wanderings, "Right, sorry…"
The scary senior only rolled his eyes (though slightly) and pushed the girls into the holding cell. They tumbled together in a heap of legs and arms and squeaks. The scary senior only rammed the door shut, locked it, and walked away unconcerned.
"Wow, that was uncalled for entirely." Eri stood up in a huff after managing to extract her foot from around Ayumi's knee and her arm under Kagome's back. "He needs to be taught that men are supposed to be gentle to the gentler sex!" She yelled through the door.
Ayumi, a little more gentler than her friend, only smiled, "Maybe his mother beats him…?"
Kagome and Eri blinked at her. "No, that might not be right…" Ayumi amended thoughtfully. "Hm…"
Then, the thought struck them where they were. Kagome, Eri, and Ayumi drew together in a unity of strength, finally, they were to see the dreaded, the horrible, the incorrigible…!
Empty class-room.
Again, they shared a round of blinking. "Are we the only ones in here?" Kagome looked around, "But there's nothing special in here at all!"
Eri rather agreed, "Where's the torture kit? The Iron Maiden? The Thumb Screws? Hellooo people!?"
Ayumi sighed. "Maybe we're going to be bored to death?"
They thought about this. "No, that's a little morbid. Even for high school," Kagome said after a moment. She hesitantly moved to a desk and sat in it slowly before jumping immediately back up with a scream.
Eri ran to her. "Kagome! Oh no! Was there a thumb tack?" she asked excitedly looking up and around the desk and ground looking for the offending miniscule torturer.
"N-no…" Kagome rubbed her backside, "It's just…the seats are rather cold…" Maybe it was a better idea to smooth the back of her skirt down first before sitting down.
"Oh…" Eri wandered to the front of the room. She picked up a dry erase marker and began to amuse herself with a hangman game.
Ayumi hummed merrily along to a desk next to Kagome's. "How long do you think we should stay before we go?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Ah! An excellent question!" squawked Eri, adopting the voice and quirky accent of a science teacher they all lovingly disliked, "Yes, you girl there, in the uniform, tell me the answer to your question! Not that you know it but this is to see if you actually have a brain in there! Hmmm!" She peered into a pretend monocle. Kagome and Ayumi laughed and began imitating the teacher as well.
The door opened and their detention supervisor, who incidentally was the said science teacher, was not as amused.
Inuyasha was not happy. Why wasn't Inuyasha happy? Because Inuyasha was stuck with his stupid brother and his stupid girlfriend and their stupid clique. Plus, Kikyo didn't get to grade his project. And he really had wanted her to see it too…
His head, leaning on an arm, slipped a few more notches close to the table. He was dangerously close to just resting the sacred object onto the rather questionable surface, and for that to happen was very close to social suicide.
Inuyasha snorted, he'd been with these posers for too long. Now he was starting to think like them. He snarled, getting ready to stand and storm off in the usual Inuyasha way when a certain long-raven hair'd senior glided her way over. Inuyasha found his seat rather comfy all of a sudden.
Kikyo sat herself down in a manner that to any other common student would have been labeled as a 'plopping.' But she was Kikyo, and she was perfect so no 'plopping' for her. Only the most graceful of adjectives. Inuyasha tried hard not to stare.
The other members of the table greeted her happily or not so happily, depending on who had been in the room when the principal had congratulated on being the finest student at their school. Inuyasha didn't greet her with anything other than a customary grunt and scowl. Though he knew that she knew he was saying much more. At least he hoped so, otherwise the past few weeks would've been for nothing.
"Sooo, who enjoyed the senior grading presentatiooons," sang out Yura thickly. Ever since her visit to Paris she had been using a French accent to lilt through her sentences. Inuyasha found it annoying as hell.
"Would you drop that accent for the last time?" Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. Inuyasha decided her accent wasn't all that bad.
"Oh, but Sesshy. Why don't you like my widdle humor?" she pouted. The table's occupants all scooted back a foot or two at the nickname, didn't want to get blood on the new designer clothes.
"I think the presentations were a waste of time," Kagura interrupted smoothly, clicking her nails on the table. She wasn't afraid of being ostracized for touching, not that anyone (aside from Sesshoumaru, maybe, and only if he really noticed) would ever call her out on it. "Aren't the teachers the one responsible for the babies?"
Inuyasha scowled even heavier and folded his arms. Baby? He was no baby. (As he pouts...)
"Evidently it was a test of our own responsibility and maturity." Kikyo intoned.
"What? For looking after some brat's measly project?" scoffed Kagura, flipping her hair over one shoulder.
"Maturity in dealing with other people, responsibility for using objectivity when grading," Kikyo said in an almost 'well-duh' manner.
"So, then, tell us, Kikyo," sneered Kagura, "How many did you pass off as perfect?"
"None," was the simple response.
"Ouch, that's harsh. Some of them must be crying their eyes out right now, poor things," Yura didn't sound too concerned as she admired herself in her handheld mirror.
"Probably not, considering none of them were graded at all," came another simple response. Kikyo took a slurp of Diet Coke during the pregnant pause that followed.
"Were they all that bad?" asked Kagura. (I just now noticed how similar Kagura's and Yura's names are…weird.)
"No. I just couldn't concentrate to grade them."
This stunned those listening raptly at their end of the table. Kikyo, Miss Perfect, unable to concentrate? How…deliciously delightful, more than a few thought bitterly.
"Because," Kikyo took a stab at her salad, "My wonderful cousin couldn't stop tapping her pencil for one single, solitary, peaceful minute." With every word she enunciated with another vicious stab at her salad. Inuyasha imagined he heard a cherry tomato cry out for forgiveness.
"Wait, you mean that airhead that sits in front of me is your cousin?" he asked after a beat, or rather after her words sunk in.
Their half of the table became quiet, causing the other half to go quiet, and stare at him. Opps, Inuyasha forgot that he wasn't allowed to talk, as a sophomore, until another week or two. Oh well, too late now. "You know, the ditz? The big, blue eyed air head who doesn't know what MySpace is…?" he barreled on.
"Well…yes…she is rather…a ditz." Kikyo bent over her salad and Inuyasha's heart rose at the sight of her covering a small smile.
"She doesn't know what MySpace is…?" murmured a few other nameless nobodies incredulously, that was more shocking than the baby talking…
"So anyway," Kagura was quick to recover, "Are you ever going to grade them? I mean, it was a day only thing right?" She sounded a little hopeful.
Kikyo shrugged. "I don't really care." The words, I'm going to get a good grade for it anyway went unsaid but floated through many nearby heads. Even those at other tables paused from their conversations, wondering where the thought had floated from.
Kagura frowned at the thought, and swiveled to lean in Sesshoumaru's general direction, "Did you finish grading yours?"
"Yes." He said curtly, "And before you ask, yes, I failed them all." He stood up abruptly, causing his latest girl-toy to falter (finally, the table breathed) in her incessant background chatter, huff, and totter along after him as fast as she could. The table was amused (as always) at Sesshoumaru's hasty but not quite running away retreat.
Kagura sighed and rested her head on her hands, almost mimicking Inuyasha earlier. "I wonder when he'll finally dump her…"
"It's more like when he'll finally scratch her mouth off," giggled Yura.
"No, that's more your thing. He'd probably toss her in a dumpster…" Kagura mused idly. They shared a rather nasty smile, stood and left the table, gossiping about all the ways she could die.
Kikyo shook her head and also stood. Inuyasha stood up too and winced. Man, he was acting the monkey wasn't he? (A certain baboon-pelt-wearing-hanyou shall go unmentioned…)
Kikyo looked at Inuyasha, "Aren't you late for a detention?"
Inuyasha looked at the clock over the doors and hid a groan, "Well, I'm always in detention anyway, so doesn't matter." He shrugged, trying to be non-chalant.
She frowned, "That's rather irresponsible." And with that she turned and floated away.
Inuyasha sighed. Detention was almost over, guess he'd just head on over to Miroku's place and maybe…hit a tree or something…
Me: I'm hoping I've recaptured the silliness of the previous chapter. At least the voice sounded silly to me.