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Pathways and Conduits
Chapter Three: Reaction
Kagome
"Okay, no!" I ground out, standing up abruptly, hands fisting in the pleats of my dusty and bloodied green school skirt, glaring both at the old woman and at the odd boy – man, youkai? What was he again? "No, absolutely not; you both belong in the crazy hospital! This-" I waved my hand around, "is a bunch of bullshit."
The bunch of bullshit being reincarnation, karma, spiritual powers, demons and a little rock that just got ripped out of my side. Painfully. Lots of needle sharp teeth were involved.
The youkai snorted while the woman gaped. Good, hope you have a freaking heart attack. "Kagome-sama-"
I held out my hands. "No! No, I'm not Kagome-sama, in fact, I'm not even a sama; I'm Kagome, who goes to school in Tokyo, who just turn fifteen today and is missing a very important test in Algebra and probably worrying the crap of my family. I'm not a reincarnation. I am not a miko with some screwy spirit powers. In fact, I'm not even here. I'm going home. See you crazies in my next delusion fit. Which is hopefully, never ever again." With that, I stomped out of the hut. Or I would have; the clawed hand on arm kind of put a halt to that thinking and just about everything else.
"Hey, Bitch, since you're going home, gimme the Shikon no Tama. What would you do with it anyway?"
What is wrong with this kid? I mean, Bitch? Seriously? Where does he get off? I haven't said more than two- oh, could be the fact that I did smash his face into the ground, repeatedly. But he was trying to kill me. I think. He did miss. And he seemed to have been moving awfully slow after having torn apart that centipede monster thingy in seconds. And – and – okay, this is starting to giving me a headache. I'm gonna concentrate on the here and now. The now being the name calling.
I glared at the boy as I shoved my hand into the pocket of my ruined skirt and pulled out the shiny pink rock, holding it between my thumb and forefinger; I waved it under his nose.
"This?" With a flourish and a smirk I dipped my hand into my – once a pristinely white – school shirt and tucked it into the crevice of my cleavage. "You want it? Come get it."
His face turned a gratifying red that started at his cheeks, swept down to his throat and beneath his heavy clothing. His jaw was slightly unhinged.
Hmm, maybe I should grab at my boobs and jiggle 'em to see if he'd sprout a nosebleed.
After several moments – he was still staring with that half horrified, half aroused expression – I removed his loose hand and patted his cheek.
"That's okay. Maybe some other time."
Grinning, I left the hut.