Chapter Eight
"Sesshoumaru! Wake up!" Kagome called desperately, shaking the poor demon not so gently.
"What is it?" he drawled out sleepily.
"We're going to be late for school! It takes fifteen minutes to walk there! We're going to be late!" She screamed, running around, brushing her hair with one hand while the other pulled a sock on.
He sighed. "Don't worry your head off, girl. I can get there in seconds."
"What about ME?!" she screamed in his sensitive ears.
"Mmm!" he pouted, pulling the covers over his ears. "Don't do that!"
"Fine! I'll walk to school by myself today!" She had finished already and was heading out the door.
Sesshoumaru heard the door slam, so he got out of bed. Showering quickly, he dressed himself, brushed his hair, etc. and was out the door after her in ten minutes. Lucky for him, he was a demon. He ran at top speed for about three seconds and realized he had passed her. Backing up, he starting walking at her side.
"Told ya'," he said cheerily.
"Mmm, whatever," she replied. "How about your emotionless mask?"
"Already on," he answered monotonously, turning to show her his blank face.
"Mmm. You really do something about your stripes and crescent moon," she suggested, "Cover it up with makeup or something."
He flared. "I am NOT wearing makeup!"
"It looks like you're wearing some already."
"You're kidding."
"Nah. Your eyelashes are thick and long, not to mention jet-black. It looks like your wearing eye liner, too."
"Oh well. I'm not wearing any makeup. It's just my natural beauty," he shot back.
"Mmm. We've really got to do something about your attitude."
He remained silent for a moment. "Hey! You never told me what happened to Houjo. You said you used to go out with him."
"Mmm, now he's got a steady girlfriend. He was really, just, well, too good. He never did anything bad. Yeah, you know what I mean."
"I guess," he replied.
Once he stepped into the school, fifty or so girls stampeded him. He kept his stoical mask on, not listening to any of their inane questions.
"Sesshoumaru! Go out with me!" one of the obsessive girls shouted.
"Sesshoumaru! Marry me!" another shouted.
"Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru!" they all shouted.
Kagome stood aside from them. "Feh," she huffed, walking over to her friends. I'll let Sesshoumaru handle this.
"Tsuya!" she called.
"Mmm! Kagome!" she answered, hugging her friend.
"How was your summer?" she asked.
"Great! Yours?"
"Just fine. Hey, Machiko told me about your friend. Is he nice to you?" she asked, concerned.
Kagome smiled. Tsuya wasn't one to worry about boys. She always showed deep concern for her friends but was sometimes a little over critical. Kagome didn't mind. Tsuya was a great friend. "Yeah, he's nice."
"Mmm! That's good!" she said, breaking into a small smile. "I'll get going, now. I've got to get to class."
"Sure! Bye! See ya' later!" Kagome waved. She turned to the fan club around Sesshoumaru.
"HEY!" she shouted above the ruckus of the girls.
All of them turned to her, looks of pure loathing across their features.
"He's mine! Let him go!" she roared angrily, eyes flashing malevolently.
The girls parted, looking somewhat critical of her words. They all turned to Sesshoumaru, half expecting him to reprimand her for her foolish words, half expecting him to knock her out. However, he gave a thankful look to her, walking casually over to her, offering her his arm. She took it, looking back disdainfully at the crowd off disbelieving girls.
"They fell for it," Kagome said, leaning into him.
"So they did. Are you sure you're human?" he asked.
"Mmm! Human, indeed!" she answered. "Why?"
"You're so much smarter than them. And, you smell a lot better, too," he said, letting a look of amusement dance across his eyes.
Kagome giggled at the comment. "I'm sure."
They walked into the classroom, Kagome releasing his arm before casually strolling into the large room. And so went the days of school, peaceful and undisturbed. Except for the few occasions Naraku gave a visit to them. It was on one of those days, halfway through their freshman year, that they were faced with a problem.