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Chapter 26. School
September 2004
Inuyasha was immediately accepted as a cool kid with the guys at football practice. The boys who had insulted Misan constantly tried to apologize and flirt with her but she would give them a don't-you-dare-say-a-word-or-I'll-kill-you glare to shut them up. Whenever Inuyasha was around his new friends, they never failed to be filled with questions about his lovely niece. Each time, he responded with the same line:
"Don't even try. You'll only get emotionally and physically hurt after she's done with turning you down."
Inuyasha had already gotten his schedule a while ago. He was going to be in language arts 10, World History, Weight Training, biology, and Japanese as a teacher assistant. When they had enrolled for school, they had taken tests to see what math level they should be going in and level for language arts for Misan. Inuyasha got into advanced algebra, and advanced class for sophomores. Misan would be going into algebra and hi-C language arts, the only advanced classes available for eighth graders.
All their school supplies, backpacks, and other materials were bought and ready. The weather was already getting colder. Misan had gone to eat her tri-monthly five deer on September 1. School would be starting on the 8, a Wednesday.
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Misan was up all night, and out in the kitchen in the morning at 4:30. She had slept a good, long fifteen hours on Friday night. Inuyasha had made sure no one had disturbed her in her room as he does every two weeks—it can get dangerous waking a dog demon while they are sleeping deeply. She was cooking noodles, vegetables, and beef in a wok. Each morning, she would cook for Inuyasha and he would smell it, then he would be attracted to the kitchen thus rousing him from sleep. This would get him awake every morning just like in the palace when the kitchens had demon servants bustling to feed Inuyasha, Rin, and the humans.
Green tea was brewing in a tea pot and rice was steaming in a pot. As usual, it would be enough to feed Inuyasha and the Hughes. The food wasn't ready until 5:30 or so, when Michelle came out of her room in her plaid pajamas. She was extremely tired by the looks of it and had to squint because of the sleepiness in her eyes to see Misan handle the food on the stove.
"Good morning," Michelle groggily said. Misan gave a nod of acknowledgment not taking her eyes off the almost completed yakisoba she was making.
Inuyasha then came out, dragging his feet and rubbing his eyes. He was wearing his pajamas which were sweatpants over his boxers and that's it. He also had a hat on to hide his ears while passing Michelle so Misan could set the spell without any of the humans seeing.
"Why are you cooking so early in the morning, Misan?" Inuyasha said in between two yawns after she fixed his ears.
"Inuyasha, have you forgotten about school?" Misan simply inquired.
"Oh, that," his shoulders drooped down.
Misan turned off the stove top. She took out one of the bowls they had bought for themselves and filled it with rice at the bottom and the yakisoba at the top. She poured tea into one of the tea cups to Inuyasha. He took it gratefully and sat down with his food at the dining room table. Inuyasha scarfed it down in no time and went back into his room to get dressed and brush his teeth. Misan, meanwhile, made two more bowls but with forks instead of chopsticks. She handed one to Michelle and left the other on the counter.
Inuyasha had taken it upon himself to wake up Amanda. He wouldn't allow someone else to sleep while he had to be awake so early when they need to get up soon anyway. He wrapped(to knock hard and fast) his knuckles on her door.
"Amanda! Time to get up! We've got school!" he hollered agitatedly.
Amanda, having the crush on Inuyasha like she did, immediately got out of bed and ran to open the door to at least stop him from breaking down her door. Inuyasha walked away to put on his shoes.
It was 6:00 now. Misan had been ready for a while in a light green flowing knee-length skirt, a white lace tank-top, a light blue button-up sweater that's sleeves went to her elbows and the lower middle three buttons were actually done, and her aqua beaded slippers. Rather than have an actual backpack, she had a large handbag usually used to carry books and such. It had one long, thick black strap, black satin with a gold and green japanese dragon sewed onto the front, and it snapped open and closed with the snapping button at the top. She was going to wear her black hat that could cover her bangs and eyes and the bun of silver hair so no one would be tempted to comment. Misan never knew the no-hats-in-school rule, though.
Amanda and Inuyasha waited out front at the bus-stop. Michelle had agreed to driving Misan down to the bus-stop by the Bank of America in town. There would be a bus stop heading to Chief Kanim at 7:10. She didn't comment on Misan's attire or anything but kept silent like Misan preferred. She only reminded Misan where to go which she already knew from the orientation on Monday. Misan was dropped off at the building to the left of the bank, a street splitting the two and their parking lots. Some 12 year olds were standing next to a large tree, others standing in a line with them. They were between the ages of 11 and 13. Misan took her spot in line without talking.
A boy at the age of 13 had brown eyes, messy brown hair, slightly tanned skin, and a camouflage hat on was staring at Misan's body. She could tell from experience with Miroku that this boy was a pervert.
"Wow! Hottie!" his eyes roved over her body again. this only disgusted Misan to the point of being tempted to kill him with a simple swipe of her claws but she held back.
"I suggest you stop looking if you wish to stay in one piece," Misan said coldly in her monotone voice and giving him a glare. her threat was certainly not an idle one.
The boy got the idea and turned away, talking to the guy in front of him.
The bus came a little after 7:10 according to one of the other kids' watch. It wasn't crowded, there were empty seats, seats with only one person in it, and seats with two. But the back of the bus with the other eighth graders was packed. In some seats, there were 3 to a seat. Misan didn't respond to the stares and eyes on her as she took a seat in an empty bus seat. Luckily, she was the last one to get on so no one could sit by her.
They arrived at the school fifteen minutes later and then the day began.
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The bell rang at 7:35. The students were let into the hallway that went to the library on the left, the 6th grade hall to the right, the 7th grade hallway straight ahead, and the 8th grade hall upstairs with the staircases on either side of the beginning to the seventh graders' hall.
Misan had Ms. Wiltern and so her locker was next to her home base. It was a top locker and she didn't see who was next to her or under her. She just put away her hand bag and other things into the locker and kept a hold on her binder. It had pencil and paper so she would have anything that was needed to write.
She walked into the classroom to see about then others in there. A short, gray-haired, old woman was sitting at her computer. On the overhead, a seating chart told everyone where they sat. Misan was in the second row in the front She took her seat and thought about other more important things.
The bell rang again five minutes later and now all thirty or so students were seated in the classroom.
Ms. Wiltern commenced in her speech talking a little about her, what the schedule would be like every other week, agendas, and also giving out students' schedules.
Misan's looked like this:
Art
Physical Education
Hi-C Language Arts
Humanities
Algebra
Science 8
The announcements had come on and they said the pledge of allegiance. Misan stood, but did not put her right hand on her chest nor did she say the pledge. She was demon and would not pledge herself to a human government.
The ten minutes of home base was quickly over and they went to first period.
Ms. Tasha turned out to be rather fruity and almost out of it. They looked at pictures of different types of art like Native American masks, totem poles, and some African artifacts all pictures displayed on the over-head.
Misan got out of class almost an hour later. She went to the gym's front doors while others went through the locker-rooms. All of the students had to sit on the gym floor and listen to the teachers, Mr. B. as they called him and Mrs. Yemzki, talk about rules, grades, and activities they would be doing. But for the first time all day, possibly the while time she had lived with the humans, Misan had become interested with something. Or rather, someone.
A girl with mid-back dark brown bushy hair and green eyes that seemed to be trying to decide between brown and blue was in Misan's P.E. class.
'She looks just like Muro except not as japanese,' Misan thought.
She had not been able to discover the girl's name so decided to wait on that. But at the time, she had language arts with Ms. Wiltern.
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In Wiltern's class, Misan had seen that boy who had been with the group insulting her at football practice, Joe. He hadn't noticed her yet because she was in the front while he was distracted with some popular girls.
Misan believed it coincidental that another new girl to the school, Emily, sat next to her and she had just so happened to be the nicest girl in that class. It was like putting a positively charged object next to a negatively charged object except they don't join together to become neutral. Emily's kindness compared to Misan's cold deadliness was like comparing an open fire to an ice berg. In other words, Yin and Yang with too much Yang.
They began class with painting trees, grass, mountains, clouds, a sun, and a stream. It was all to be just like Ms. Wiltern's painting but Misan had her own ideas. She painted the same glen she had found Kenji sleeping at. For watercolors, it had come out looking very nice.
Ms. Wiltern was walking down the rows taking glimpses at the paintings. She came to Misan and abruptly stopped.
"Oh, my goodness!" she gasped over Misan's shoulder, positioning herself in front of Misan's desk and holding the paper delicately in her hands, scanning it over. "It isn't what I said for you to do but this is absolutely gorgeous!" She stared down at Misan(which wasn't very far down considering Ms. Wiltern was a very short woman and Misan is relatively tall like Sesshomaru, probably 5' 6" or so) and saw her eyes covered by her hat. "Excuse me, but hats are not allowed in school. Please take it off."
Misan raised her clawed pointer finger and thumb, grabbing the tip of her hat and pulling it off behind her. The rest of the class gaped at the shimmering head of hair.
"Oh my god! You actually colored your hair silver!" a popular girl gasped.
"This is my natural hair color," Misan claimed, a definite and sure tone in her voice. She stared straight into the eyes of Ms. Wiltern.
The old woman's eyes widened at the sight of Misan's sparkling gold ones.
"You must wear colored contacts then, though, at least?" she said almost desperately.
"I do not wear contacts or anything of the sort," she said in the same voice.
"Hey! That's Misan Higurashi! She's really athletic!" Joe yelled from across the room.
"Really? What sports do you play?" Emily quizzed beside her.
"I am a professional sword fighter. That is at the top of my list if you can call it a sport," Misan responded coolly.
Ms. Wiltern appeared to be at a loss for words. So instead of questioning the girl further, she returned to the paintings.
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Third period was over and done with soon after their little scene and Misan was to go to humanities with Mr. Dawson. According to others, the year was broken up into trimesters, a third of a school year. Each trimester, their first, second, and third humanities classes would switch or rotate really.
Mr. Dawson was a bit slow and almost seemed dumb. There was also one girl in Misan's class, Macy, who was tall, really thin, black-haired, brown-eyed, snobby, mean, selfish, and slutty. Misan recalled these specific women would be nicknamed "wench" for their awful behaviors. She used the word freely with any mortal women that she did not like and knew then and there that Macy definitely was deserving of the title.
Then there was that other girl again, the one who reminded Misan of Muro. Her name was Tracy Etler. The whole time, Tracy kept looking back at Misan. Misan kept an eye on the girl, too, but was more inconspicuous about it.
More time passed. Eventually it was algebra with Mr. Hillson. First thing they all did was take a diagnostic test. Misan had finished before lunch which was half-way through fifth period.
At lunch, many attempted or wanted to get Misan to sit with them. It was all the eighth graders in that one lunch, no one else. Misan, though, wandered around outside. She knew Tracy was close by, following, and watching her from curiosity. There was no doubt a familiarity the girl felt toward the demon. Misan had a feeling that this was one of the immortal demon slayers of Sango and Miroku's blood line, there was even slight bits of hidden spiritual powers within Tracy.
They went back to fifth period and then onto sixth period science with Mrs. Sanders. She was the best of the teachers. Mrs. Sanders was happy, cheery, and knew what she was doing. The class went over rules for when experimenting and such, the usual Misan observed.
But once that boring day of school was over, she got to try-out for volleyball. . . .
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