A/N: OMG! I'm sorry, its been soooooo long! I'll try to update more frequently, ok? Being so busy...
Disclamer: I do not own Inuyasha... or sadly, any of the food mentioned in this chapter... :'(
Chapter Five:
Inuyasha's POV:
Damn. No one said SHE would be here.
Don't get me wrong – I'm more than pleased that she is- but really? So much whining and sulking gone to waste… so many glares from my stupid brother that I didn't have to endure! God!
She taps me on the arm, eyes gentle, smile friendly.
"Hi, Inuyasha." She murmurs, brushing a strand of her long raven colored hair out of her eyes.
"Hey…" I reply with an awkward grin. Dammit, she's hot…
"So… what did you think of the first day of school?" she questions, blinking up into my face.
For a moment I find myself tongue tied, but I manage to get over it.
"It…" I consider the day, an evil witch for a teacher, a lecherous monk as a best friend , Kagome Higurashi … "It sucked."
She nods slightly.
"I didn't enjoy it much myself." She laughs, with a sly, almost conspiratorial smile ,as if it were confidential info.
Blushing slightly, I started towards a couch, knowing she was close behind.
"I hated History." I groan as I sit down.
Elegantly, she sits beside me.
"I disliked Science." She sighed.
"And the teachers – are they ancient or what?" I snort, relaxing.
She nods vigorously in agreement.
"And the History teacher – Kaede was it? What a hag!"
She gives a tight smile.
"I'm sorry Inu, I've got to leave now…" she leaps to her feet and strides out the door.
Was it something I said? Dumbstruck, I sit there worrying and freaked out.
A sigh comes from nearby, and without looking, I know it's my dumb half-brother.
"It's not your fault…"
The words jolt me back into reality. Since when has my brother said such things? I always thought he was cold, cruel and evil…
"I suppose you were born a fool."
Hypothesis confirmed.
I clench my fists and turn to him, ready to fight.
There he sits, in a wooden chair across the coffee table from me, looking out the window, and holding a glass of the punch I had refused to drink. No doubt he would throw it out later – or find some accident to get rid of it.
I growl.
Those golden eyes - which on myself, look well… great (or as the girls tell me, HOT) but on him, they look… cold - rove towards me for but a moment, with an icy glare, before they move back to the window.
"I suppose you heard that your teacher, Kaede Miko, is Kikyo's aunt?"
Shit.
I feel the world falling around me… I did not just call Kikyo's aunt a hag… I did not- I DID!
When I finally open my eyes, the first thing I see are my brothers ever wicked smirk… then I realize my head hurts.
"Yasha, honey?" Are you alright? Did he fall?"
My mother is voice sounds, directing the last part at my half brother.
"Did he trip and fall again?" my fathers voice sighs. But behind the serious façade, I can tell he's amused.
"I'm afraid so, Father." My brothers almost monotone voice begins, " He was getting up to leave, punch in hand, when he slipped on the carpet, and fell… you can see that we're going to have to pay for the carpet."
Monotone – except for the obvious contempt.
Slowly, I sit up, and see the stain on the white carpet. The glass that Sesshomaru had been holding… now next to my right hand.
Damn my brother! Damn Kaede! Damn this party, and damn the punch!
I would get my brother back someday… yet I had a feeling hell would freeze over before I had the chance to.
RIN POV:
My clock reads 12:00 am.
I yawn.
I should have gone to sleep earlier, except… dinner had been late, and Jakotsu had made such a huge mess, in the kitchen, and then Bankotsu had insisted on arm wrestling, then Suikotsu had made dessert…
Well.. why am I blaming everyone else? If it really came down to it, I could've gone to sleep an hour ago.
Heck, I could have gone to sleep 6 hours ago I had wanted.
I flop back onto my pillows as I throw my backpack off the bed, and onto the ground.
Note to self: don't leave bag on the bed.
Rolling over, onto my side, I stare at the door.
The light under it has been long gone, but it wouldn't be surprising if someone in the house was still awake.
Surely, Renkotsu must be watching the news, or Kyokotsu is lifting weights in his room, or Jakotsu is reading romantic comedies or watching girly anime…
Light footsteps patter on the wooden floor out in the hallway. Myoga up to get snack?(or to sneak some sake?) Mukotsu remembering to brush his teeth?
The noise stops and replacing it, came a tentative knock on my door.
Nervously, I sit up, as I glance anxiously at the door.
"Umm… come in?" I call softly, uncertain whether or not they cab hear.
Apparently, they can, because the door opens and someone's flash light clicks on.
Hair down, and somewhat bedraggled, eyes frightened, face pale, Kagura steps into the room, closing the door with an apologetic smile.
"Mind if I join you?"
KAGOME POV:
"Aww, Kagome, gimme the chips…" Sota whines, making a grab at the container
"No way! You ate all the Pockeys!" I argue pushing him away and holding the chips to me, "My chips."
My mother shakes her head in the doorway, before nimbly grabbing the much sought after chips from our grasps.
"It's really late- about time you should be in bed." She laughs as she ushers us towards the stairs, "Not time to be eating."
Rolling my eyes, at Sota, I kiss my mother on the cheek.
"Night, Mom." I exclaim with a cheerful bob of my head.
My brother gives a grudging sigh.
"Night…"
As my mother smiles up the stairs at us, we proceed upwards until we reach the 2nd level.
As soon as I'm sure we are out of my mothers eyesight, I pull out my carefully hidden box of "Koala's March" and toss Sota a single cookie.
"Awww… Kagome…" he groans sulkily, as he widens his hand and blinks innocently at me.
"What the magic word?" I laugh, winking at him as I wave the bag about tauntingly before entering my room and closing the door behind me.
The moment I enter my room, my mood changes dramatically.
A wave of anger and irritation hits me almost immediately, and all the cheerful smiles and joking around seem so long ago.
Personally, I don't know why it bothers me so much that Inuyasha goes out of his way to annoy me… but it does. And I wish with all my heart that he will die a slow and painful, and miserable death… yet if ANYONE did die, knowing that bastards strength.. it would most probably be me that would be buried by the end of the year.
Sitting down at my desk, I glance at my laptop's screen, for no apparent reason.
The same screensaver I'd had for what seemed like ages, shone back at me, glowing in the almost creepy darkness of my room.
The picture was taken last year, during 9th grade, at a weekend at the beach.
Sango and Rin have their arms around each other necks, and are both grinning:
Sango's smile almost wicked, and Rin's showing the always sweet and trusting her.
In the background, near the waves, Miroku is laying unconscious in the sand, while Inuyasha pokes him uncertainly with a twig.
Although it was only taken a year ago, everything already seems so different.
For instance –Inuyasha seems to have made it his business to make my life hell.
With a disgruntled sigh, I stand up and find my way to my bed in the dark, wondering why, and how, my thoughts had ended up back where they started:
Inuyasha Youkai.
A burning feeling inside me begins every time I hear that god forsaken name.
Damn it! I'll have to think of someway to kill him by the end of the semester, or the rest of my life could end up being driven by impulse and rage…
MIROKU POV:
It's late… but of course I know that…. Yet I still stare at my reflection in the mirror, wondering.
What do girls see when they look at me?
I think of Shima Ai's despairing sighs and longing glances, of Koharu Mizushima's fluttering eyelashes and flirtatious words. I can understand THAT behavior, I mean, what's not to like?
My black hair- sleek longish, and well cared for- as always pulled back out of my face… even now, it looks pretty cool…. But in the morning, I'll have to put it back up again.
My purple eyes- hypnotic, and full of depth, wisdom and kindness…
These are descriptions, mostly based off of what I've eavesdrop- heard, from the ladies… but do ALL girls see me in such context?
I think not. All females are different, and special in their own ways… like… flowers! Delicate flowers…
I wince suddenly, as a I recall a regular, disgusted, angry glare.
Perhaps not quite so delicate.
Sango Taijiya is definitely not quite what one would call delicate- sometimes shy? Yes. Easily flustered? Yes. Pretty cute? Yup.
She's strong, witty, and confident… she really dislikes me too.
I sigh. Somehow I find this thought sincerely agonizing.
I remember what I once heard my Master Mushin tell me- although I'm afraid it wasn't an entirely appropriate topic for the 9 year old me.
"To be a true ladies man, you have no obstacles, and everywoman will love you…"
Or something along those lines.
As you can see-I was influenced from an early age… and I'm not sure whether that's a blessing, ora a curse.
So it seems I'm not quite the man I thought I was- if Sango does not feel towards me… yet somehow, I feel as if she wouldn't be Sango, if she acted like the other girls…
Elegant, strong willed, Sango…
SANGO'S POV:
"Sister,
Please stop worrying about me- I'll be home in just a short week or two- no need to send me gazillion e-mails, and letters everyday. Yes, I'm fine. No, I don't have a girlfriend (REALLY, Sango?), I'm not sick, I'm having fun… for goodness sakes, Sango I'm at the beach with my friends on an extended vacation, not stranded in America! Is Kirara well? If she's a fat cat when I come home, then I'll be certain that its YOU- not me, that father should be blaming…
See you soon!
Kohaku "
Kohaku… my little brother -ok, ok, not quite so little. He's my younger twin, but that's beside the point. We've NEVER gone to the same school together- I suppose it's just our nature. Me? I'm tough and can look after myself.
Kohaku? He's a little bit more on the shyer side.
When we were younger- I didn't need a shadow following me around the school, and he didn't need to be overshadowed by my outgoingness, besides, his set of friends, usually don't mix with my set of friends…
However, all this does not mean that we don't get along. I love my brother to death; he's so sweet, and kind… I'd do ANYTHING for him…. We just have different personalities.
Soon though, Kohaku and I will go to school together for the first time…
I stare out the window, wondering what he's doing now…
KAGURA'S POV:
Rin smiles at me from where she sits across the small rug from me.
Open, cheerful and trusting- how can she be so smiley and optimistic?
"Really Kagura? You will?
I will never understand this girl, so excited about me trying to get back to school.
Slowly I nod.
"That's great!" She cheers, and then quiets down, when I motion for her to shush, "When will you be starting?"
Somewhat annoyed by her joy, I look away, "Before New Years." I mutter vaguely, shrugging.
"That's good - you'll come back in time for one of the dances!"
I freeze. Dance? Since when does Shikon high have dances? Last year, when I'd been in 10th grade there had been absolutely NO dances.
"Dance?" I force out.
Rin smiles apologetically.
"Student council's decision." She
Damn the student council… I hoped they all burned to a crisp in hell.
"Will there be any guys left by then?" I find myself musing out loud.
Rin shrugs, "We'll find someone to for you to go with." She reassures me.
"Who are YOU going with?" I question accusingly.
She brushes some hair out her eyes, "No one as of yet."
"oh?"
"I got the e-mail about it tonight." She replies nonchalantly.
"Well, if in doubt, ask of the Kotsu's." I suggest sagely, feeling oddly relaxed.
She makes a face.
"No? Too weird for you?" I tease, smirking.
"No, just trying to imagine trying to dance with Kyokotsu." She grimaces.
I find myself laughing, as I picture, somewhat short Rin, trying to reach, Kyokotsu, the giants shoulders.
Amazing how Rin and I are having this conversation-it's almost like we're good friends.
"I suppose, I could go with Mukotsu and trade with some unlucky dumbo at the dance?"
She shakes her head.
"Poor Mukotsu…"
I swear, she's the most kind, person I know- seeing the good in everyone and all.
"Poor girl." I correct her.
However kind she is, she can't hold in her laughter.
As we laugh there, in the darkness, I can't help but smile.
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