"Ohayo, my name is Ichi Kagura. I will be your squad leader."
"Hai, hai~ pretty lady," he smiled charmingly. "My name's Miroku."
"That's nice. What are the rest of you called?"
"Yamada Suikotsu."
"Kagome."
"No last name?"
"I-"
"It's really none of your business Kagura-sensei." Miroku interrupted Kagome. The boy was still smiling, but Kagura could easily see the threatening gleam in his eyes.
'What is this kid's problem?'
"Fine, I don't really care." Miroku continued to stare at her with that same eerie eyes; she fought the urge to look away. Then suddenly the look was gone, replaced with the same charming smile he used to introduce himself.
"Sensei?" She turned to face her other students, Suikotsu, the one who questioned her was looking at her expectantly. Kagome was still facing the wall, her lips pursed.
"Meet me at training ground 17. You guys are getting a punishment exercise."
"What?Why?" Suikotsu shot to his feet, startling Kagome."
" 'Cause you guys give me the creeps." That said, Kagura blurred from their view.
"Miroku." Kagome called to her friend. He approached her and kneeled down to her seated form.
"Hai Kagome-chan?" His voice was smooth and pleasant—calming even. However, Kagome had had to listen to that voice for years and it didn't do anything but make her angry.
"You idiot!" Miroku found himself on his back, his cheek an angry red and blood coated the left half of his teeth tainting them pink.
"Kagome-chan, you're so cruel!" He wailed. Suikotsu turned his gaze from the crying boy to the blindfolded girl still sitting on the bench gritting her teeth.
"Nice punch." The girl turned to him, surprised that he hadn't left with that Kagura woman. A light dusting of pink colored her cheeks.
"th-thank you." She turned in his direction. He wondered if she could see her through the cloth of her forehead protector.
'Maybe it's some sort of weird material.'
He began to approach her but was stopped by a firm grip.
It was the other boy, Miroku. His eyes were wild. His pupils became pencil wide and purple irises seemed to glow. He looked evil. Suikotsu's breath became shallow, He felt like he was being suffocating. What was this? What was he doing to him? Wasn't this kid rolling on the ground crying like a baby a just a moment ago?
"Suikotsu?" Kagome's voice broke the trance and both males turned to face her. At first, he couldn't speak, but quickly received a look from Miroku, jarring his stunned vocal chords back into function.
"Hai, Kagome-san?" His voice was hoarse. Had Miroku grabbed him? Was there contact?
"Where is Miroku-kun? I can't hear him crying anymore. I can't feel him either."
"Feel him?" Suikotsu looked at the boy from the corner of his eye.
"Hai. I can't feel his presence."
"No."
"Oh.." The girl's body seemed to deflate. Her lips puckered into a pout.
"Ne, ne Kagome-chan, you should see the look on your face!" A bubbly voice blared next to him. Kagome stiffened and blushed.
"Idiot, why did you do that?"
Miroku puckered his lips, pouting, though no one but Suikotsu could see.
"You're always so mean to me, I thought you deserved a taste of your own medicine."
"Miroku, come here." The boy approached and lowered in front of her. Her lips tilted in a cute guilty frown.
"Are you going to apologize?" He placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's alright my friend, there is no need to apologize. I forgave you the second your fist left my cheek."
The girl gave him a small relieved grin.
"Good."
Then punched him into the wall, after which he landed face first into the dirt, unconscious.
"Um—" The girl blushed, jumping at the sound of Suikotsu's voice.
"You're still here?" She heard him sigh.
"Hai, Kagome-san." After looking behind him at Miroku's prone form, Suikotsu approached the girl.
"I saw Miroku-san, carry you here, would you…ah…um… would you like me to give you a ride to the training grounds?" He blushed, upon realizing how lewd he must have sounded.
'She's gonna think I'm a perv!'
"Arigato Suikotsu-san." She stood and approached him. He turned his back and felt her hand reach out to touch him.
'Her hands are so small.'
She climbed onto his back and waited for him to move.
"Suikotsu-san?'
"What should we do about Miroku-san?" The girl rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Oh, he'll wake up eventually and meet us there." She breathed in his ear, the hot air caressing his flesh.
"A-alright." Kagome lifted her head from his shoulder and he began towards their destination. He turned once more to look at the boy.
He wished he hadn't.
Glowing purple eyes glared at him before disappearing with the boy attached to them.
AN: Hi, I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will try to post more this weekend. Please leave your reviews and critiques, they are much appreciated.
