A/N: O_O Wow, so many reviews . . . *so flattered* I feel loved. *_*
And loved authors write better stories. *hinthint*
Sorry this wasn't up earlier. The 'Net was being evil-ish. :P
"Better the Bark Than the Bite"
Shindo blinked down at Kagome, cocking his head slightly, and she took a brief moment to panic before he collapsed.
"Uncle Akitaka!" Makoto cried, concern flashing for an instant in his devil- may-care eyes as he jumped forward to support the stunned man.
"No one has called me 'Kouga' since- since I don't even remember when," Kouga said faintly, staring at Kagome with an expression of faint horror.
'Then he really IS Kouga,' Kagome realized in shock, covering her mouth with her hands. 'Not just another look-alike, like Makoto and Seira, but the real deal . . . not Kouga as I know him either; which means he's five hundred years older- and still alive?! No way!'
"Who ARE you?!" Shindo demanded, pushing away from Makoto and glaring at Kagome.
"Uh- Higurashi Kagome. Class three," she added meekly. Maybe it WASN'T Kouga after all. He didn't seem to recognize her. Then again, it was unlikely that he'd be expecting to see her after five centuries . . .
" 'Higurashi'?" He scowled. "I've never heard of you."
Kagome twitched. That . . . BASTARD! He really DIDN'T remember her?!
As she resisted the urge to slap her new teacher silly, the bell rang and the group simultaneously panicked and ran for the doors.
"Shindo-sensei," unsurprisingly, outstripped them all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kagome and the rest of the usual suspects (or at least reasonable facsimiles of them) all found themselves out in the hall that morning, even the uber-happy Makoto feeling less than pleased. Of course, that was probably more because Shikako and her cronies were draped over him while they had the chance to do so without being witnessed than because of any genuine distress on his part about getting into trouble.
"Kagome-chan, Sei-chan . . . " Makoto cast them a desperate look. "HELP me."
Seira just snorted and turned her back on him. Kagome rolled her eyes, but Hojou, evidently still stewing over his friend's impending date with his beloved Higurashi, didn't even bother to lift his from the shoujo manga he was reading.
Yes, shoujo.
"My record is ruined; I'm so screwed . . . " Seira wailed under her breath. "I won't get into a good school, I'll fail my college entrance exams and become a ronin, and then my parents will kick me out on the street and I'll DIE!"
Kagome raised her eyebrows at the outburst. Seira Hojou was a very strange girl, alternating between being pathetically weak and a complete and total punk-ass bitch. Someone who'd been hazed to the point of tears the first day of classes but had no trouble standing up to bullies and bore a truly caustic tongue, she swooned over Makoto but grew jealous even more easily than Sango did.
All in all, she seemed to be a rather hypocritical sort by nature, which puzzled Kagome to no end. But now that she finally had a chance to think straight for the first time all week, she wasn't going to waste it fussing over Seira's multiplying inconsistencies.
'Let's see what we have so far,' she decided silently, laying out what had gone on since the first day of school in her mind.
One: Saved from a ramen cart and certain death (dear LORD was she sick of ramen) by the ever-sexy Makoto Obana, who bore a more than remarkable resemblance to the ever-perverted Miroku and subsequently chose to ask her out.
Two: Met up with the so-sweet Hojou once again when he saved her from Shikako's group (twice, at that) by being both very creepy and very sweet.
Three: Witnessed the somewhat humiliating debut of Hojou Seira, the contradictory Sango look-alike, to Class 3.
Four: Dragged off with the stupid hanyou and company on another fruitless shard search and missed most of the school week, during which Inu-Yasha, Miroku, and Sango had needed to save her from death/disembowelment no less than five and a half (don't ask) times. She was really getting quite tired of being the eternal damsel in distress, now that she thought of it.
Five: Introduced to Makoto's alleged uncle, Shindo Akitaka, who was in fact NOT Shindo Akitaka but Kouga, the wolf youkai who she had last seen in the Warring States Era, which made about as much sense as treating a dead baboon as a fashion statement yet stubbornly refused to cease happening.
God DAMN, she hated her life. Were things allowed to be this complicated on a day-to-day basis?
Shindo-sensei stalked by with the attendance sheets and gave her a suspicious glare.
Evidently yes, they were.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . er, shrine . . . Souta was home from school with a headache and frolicking in the backyard while his mother was at work and grandfather partook in his daily allotment of silly spells, being careful not to stray too close to the wellhouse like a good boy.
Yeah, right.
The alleged "headache" was more from staying up past three and watching pirated American television shows than any virus. And as for the Bone Eater's Well, Souta and Buyo were currently sitting on the edge of it as the former debated the merits of running for his life and the youkai at the bottom gave them both a red-eyed death glare.
* tbc . . . *
. : 57rok3 4n 4u7hor'5 3go. r3v]3w 7h3 m4d 1337 57ory : .
Sorry this wasn't up earlier. The 'Net was being evil-ish. :P
"Better the Bark Than the Bite"
Shindo blinked down at Kagome, cocking his head slightly, and she took a brief moment to panic before he collapsed.
"Uncle Akitaka!" Makoto cried, concern flashing for an instant in his devil- may-care eyes as he jumped forward to support the stunned man.
"No one has called me 'Kouga' since- since I don't even remember when," Kouga said faintly, staring at Kagome with an expression of faint horror.
'Then he really IS Kouga,' Kagome realized in shock, covering her mouth with her hands. 'Not just another look-alike, like Makoto and Seira, but the real deal . . . not Kouga as I know him either; which means he's five hundred years older- and still alive?! No way!'
"Who ARE you?!" Shindo demanded, pushing away from Makoto and glaring at Kagome.
"Uh- Higurashi Kagome. Class three," she added meekly. Maybe it WASN'T Kouga after all. He didn't seem to recognize her. Then again, it was unlikely that he'd be expecting to see her after five centuries . . .
" 'Higurashi'?" He scowled. "I've never heard of you."
Kagome twitched. That . . . BASTARD! He really DIDN'T remember her?!
As she resisted the urge to slap her new teacher silly, the bell rang and the group simultaneously panicked and ran for the doors.
"Shindo-sensei," unsurprisingly, outstripped them all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kagome and the rest of the usual suspects (or at least reasonable facsimiles of them) all found themselves out in the hall that morning, even the uber-happy Makoto feeling less than pleased. Of course, that was probably more because Shikako and her cronies were draped over him while they had the chance to do so without being witnessed than because of any genuine distress on his part about getting into trouble.
"Kagome-chan, Sei-chan . . . " Makoto cast them a desperate look. "HELP me."
Seira just snorted and turned her back on him. Kagome rolled her eyes, but Hojou, evidently still stewing over his friend's impending date with his beloved Higurashi, didn't even bother to lift his from the shoujo manga he was reading.
Yes, shoujo.
"My record is ruined; I'm so screwed . . . " Seira wailed under her breath. "I won't get into a good school, I'll fail my college entrance exams and become a ronin, and then my parents will kick me out on the street and I'll DIE!"
Kagome raised her eyebrows at the outburst. Seira Hojou was a very strange girl, alternating between being pathetically weak and a complete and total punk-ass bitch. Someone who'd been hazed to the point of tears the first day of classes but had no trouble standing up to bullies and bore a truly caustic tongue, she swooned over Makoto but grew jealous even more easily than Sango did.
All in all, she seemed to be a rather hypocritical sort by nature, which puzzled Kagome to no end. But now that she finally had a chance to think straight for the first time all week, she wasn't going to waste it fussing over Seira's multiplying inconsistencies.
'Let's see what we have so far,' she decided silently, laying out what had gone on since the first day of school in her mind.
One: Saved from a ramen cart and certain death (dear LORD was she sick of ramen) by the ever-sexy Makoto Obana, who bore a more than remarkable resemblance to the ever-perverted Miroku and subsequently chose to ask her out.
Two: Met up with the so-sweet Hojou once again when he saved her from Shikako's group (twice, at that) by being both very creepy and very sweet.
Three: Witnessed the somewhat humiliating debut of Hojou Seira, the contradictory Sango look-alike, to Class 3.
Four: Dragged off with the stupid hanyou and company on another fruitless shard search and missed most of the school week, during which Inu-Yasha, Miroku, and Sango had needed to save her from death/disembowelment no less than five and a half (don't ask) times. She was really getting quite tired of being the eternal damsel in distress, now that she thought of it.
Five: Introduced to Makoto's alleged uncle, Shindo Akitaka, who was in fact NOT Shindo Akitaka but Kouga, the wolf youkai who she had last seen in the Warring States Era, which made about as much sense as treating a dead baboon as a fashion statement yet stubbornly refused to cease happening.
God DAMN, she hated her life. Were things allowed to be this complicated on a day-to-day basis?
Shindo-sensei stalked by with the attendance sheets and gave her a suspicious glare.
Evidently yes, they were.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . er, shrine . . . Souta was home from school with a headache and frolicking in the backyard while his mother was at work and grandfather partook in his daily allotment of silly spells, being careful not to stray too close to the wellhouse like a good boy.
Yeah, right.
The alleged "headache" was more from staying up past three and watching pirated American television shows than any virus. And as for the Bone Eater's Well, Souta and Buyo were currently sitting on the edge of it as the former debated the merits of running for his life and the youkai at the bottom gave them both a red-eyed death glare.
* tbc . . . *
. : 57rok3 4n 4u7hor'5 3go. r3v]3w 7h3 m4d 1337 57ory : .