Chapter Eighteen — Security
"Ah, Higurashi-kun!"
Kagome paused; a slight twist in her features at the sound of her last name. It wasn't like she didn't like her last name—no, she was very proud to be her parents' daughter—but she was proud to be Kagome. To be herself and thought of herself. If she could she would like people to associate her image with Kagome and Kagome only; it was, after all, the only part of her that was unique to her.
(And holy shit, did it take her some time to take full pride in being just Kagome.)
Still, the blue-eyed girl turned, hair sweeping over her shoulder with the motion, and met the gaze of her senpai, Mamori. As per usual, the older girl's clothes were crisp and clean, uniform perfectly worn, and her face bright. Her hair was neatly kept, tucked carefully behind her ears, as she met Kagome's steely gaze head-on with her own pair of blue eyes.
Mamori stopped just short of her kohai, a friendly smile on her face.
"You didn't answer my call yesterday so I was wondering if I had the right number—"
Kagome's lips puckered in a mix of surprise and apprehension. "Wait… You have my cellphone number?"
Here, Mamori frowned. "I… Hiruma-kun gave it to me—but of course he got it illegally—"
"No… No," Kagome held up a hand, pausing the older girl in her rant. "I… Why'd you call me?"
"Oh, to make sure I had everyone's number in the club—"
Kagome shut down.
What.
She was part of the Amefuto Club?
She was part of the Amefuto Club?!
What?!
"What."
Mamori blinked at the younger girl's reaction. "Don't you remember? I saw a form filled out with your information…"
"What?!"
(Top security her ass! Shippo was never going to hear the end of this.)