"Bonjour!" cried Miroku with a flourish, "veuillez avoir mon bébé!" He sat
down at the lunch table next to Sango and put his arm around her.
Sango looked at Kagome pleadingly.
Kagome sighed. "Miroku, leave the perversity alone for a bit, will you?"
Miroku withdrew his arm and pouted.
"Very well, very well." He said sadly, and then added to Sango, "But only
if you'll go to the movies with me."
Sango narrowed her eyes and glared at the grinning Miroku.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you lecherous little snake." She
retorted, grabbing her fork and stabbing at her plate angrily.
Miroku just laughed. "You haven't won yet! I've tamed much fiercer girls
than you!"
"What am I some..some sort of wild animal?!" cried Sango, flinging down her
fork and slamming the table with her fist.
Kagome allowed herself a small smile. Her eyes traveled away from the
bickering and around the lunchroom until she found herself staring straight
at the boy she had encountered earlier. He was staring back.
Kagome quickly lowered her eyes and picked at her food, pretending not to
have noticed. Was he still looking at me? She thought, fighting the urge to
look up again.
"Miroku!" she whispered.
He was too busy laughing at the still-fuming Sango to notice.
"HEY!" she whispered loudly.
"Huh?" blinked Miroku, turning towards Kagome.
"I want you to look behind you and see if a boy with long, silver hair is
looking at me."
"What the bloody for?" Miroku squinted and looked at Kagome strangely.
"Please, just do it." Kagome said.
Miroku gave her another strange look and turned around, his eyes searching
the lunchroom before fixing on a point.
"Oh my, he's a pretty one!" Miroku said in a high-pitched voice. "Shall I
wave him over?"
"Don't you dare!" cried Kagome.
"Who is he?" asked Sango, looking to where Miroku was staring.
"I don't know, nor do I care." Said Kagome, gathering her books and getting
ready to leave. She paused. "Is..Is he still staring at me?"
"No," said Miroku, "He's pretty fixed on his food."
Kagome looked up and found herself staring back at those amber eyes.
She gave a squeal and smacked Miroku with her book bag.
"Ow! Hey!" yelled Miroku, covering his face with his hands. "It was a joke!
A joke!"
Kagome huffed and stomped away.
"Kagome! Wait!" cried Sango, grabbing her book bag and getting up to leave.
Miroku grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
"Will you think about it?" He asked in all seriousness.
Sango, puzzled by this new sincerity, cocked her head and blinked. "Think
about what?"
"Going to the movies with me." Miroku said bluntly, staring fiercely into
her eyes.
Sango was getting uncomfortable, and she tried to wrench her hand away, but
he held tight.
"Think about it?" he asked again, putting her hand up to his chest.
"Fine! Let go of my hand!" Sango pulled it free and sprinted towards
Kagome.
Miroku smirked and gathered his things. "Score one!" he whispered softly.
Kagome walked along the familiar hall, humming softly to herself. So what if he was staring at me.she thought. That doesn't mean he's interested or anything. She stopped walking suddenly, amazed at her own thoughts. What am I saying?? "He's a creep!" she said aloud to no one. "Anyone I know?" a deep voice said behind her. Kagome jumped and turned around quickly, knocking heads with whoever was behind her. "Ow!" she said, rubbing her head and looking up at whomever she hit. It was him. She stared blankly at the face staring back at her. He raised one eyebrow and put a hand up to her head. Surprised and not a little creeped out by his action, she froze. His face changed from its usual expression and became softer. His eyes traveled up to her forehead and he stroked it with his hand. His amber eyes were so fierce; Kagome found herself growing weak looking at them. Suddenly he pulled his hand away and looked at her. "Why were you staring at me?" he asked plainly. Kagome drew back and looked at him angrily. "Staring at you?" she cried. He shrugged. "I don't even know who you are!" she cried as she threw up her hands. "You were staring at me! And.and as soon as you decide if you hate me or not..well then just let me know!" "My name is InuYasha." He said, and with that he turned around and walked off, his hair swinging behind him. Kagome stared after him with her mouth open. "Kagome?" Sango had come up behind her and put a hand gently on her shoulder. "Why are you standing like that?" Kagome shook her head and rubbed her temples softly. "That stupid boy." she mumbled softly. "What?" asked Sango. "Ah, it's nothing." Kagome added, trying to look happy. "I'm going to my dorm."
Shippou stood in the doorway of his room, absent-mindedly biting his fingernails and staring off into space. It was his first day as floor monitor of Dorm 32, and he was quite bored. His classes had finished, and he waited patiently for anyone to walk by. Tap tap tap. The sounds of heels moving quickly filled the hall, and Shippou quickly looked up. A girl was walking towards him, an exasperated expression on her face. "Hello!" said Shippou, walking in front of her and blocking her path. The girl stopped suddenly and shook her head. "Oh sorry," said Shippou quickly. "Didn't mean to frighten you." The girl gave a small smile and put up her hand. "No, no. It's ok" "I'm Shippou," he said, extending his hand and smiling. "I'm the new floor monitor." "My name is Kagome," she said, returning the handshake. Shippou nodded and studied her face. Under masses and masses of thick, black hair he could see dark brown eyes. She was quite a bit taller than him, and her school uniform fit her slender figure well. She wore no makeup, she had no need too. She was beautiful. "Um, well, if you need anything, I'm in this room," Shippou said, pointing to the room on his left. "32 D." "Mmm," Kagome nodded. "I'm in 36 D, so we're pretty close." Her eyes trailed down the hallway. Shippou, sensing her discomfort, said quickly, "Well, it was nice meeting you!" "Yeah, you too," Kagome said quickly before hurrying off. Shippou watched her leave. Clearly, something was bothering her. "Kagome." he mumbled softly before going back into his room.
Knock knock.. Kagome sighed and got up slowly, trying to get rid of her anger before she answered the door. She didn't want to snap at anyone. She opened the door to find a grinning Miroku. "And you said leave her alone." He said, his smile broadening. "Oh what did you do?" sighed Kagome, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Guess who's got a date for Saturday?" Miroku said happily, barging into her room. "Oh you're not going out with that girl from London again?" said Kagome, shaking her head. "No, no, no!" said Miroku with a wave of his hand. "I'll give you a hint: Her name is Sango." He laughed. Kagome flung herself down into a chair and rested her head on her hand. "Do me a favor, will you?" she asked. "Don't mess with her. I like her." Miroku rolled his eyes. "Like I could, she would only go as friends anyway." "Good, you need a smart girl once in a while." Said Kagome, motioning for him to sit down. "Oh, but I have you!" cried Miroku, walking around instead. "Yeah, you wish." Kagome laughed. "So are you going?" asked Miroku as he leafed through her papers on her desk. Kagome squinted. "Going where?" "To the dance-thing.." Said Miroku, gazing intently at her homework. "What dance?" Said Kagome, sitting up. "The one on Saturday ."Saturday "Miroku! What-dance-on-Saturday?" she said slowly. "Oh, the one.. you know.." Miroku said, snapping his fingers. "The one sponsoring the football team. It's out on the field." Kagome looked down, not a little disappointed she hadn't been asked yet. Miroku looked at her and bit his lip. "Ah, come on," he said reassuringly, "Someone will ask you." "Yeah," laughed Kagome. "Maybe I'll just go alone..." "Well, that works too." Said Miroku, heading towards the door. "You want me and Sango to come by at 8:30 and pick you up?" "Sure," said Kagome. "See you later."
Kagome walked along the familiar hall, humming softly to herself. So what if he was staring at me.she thought. That doesn't mean he's interested or anything. She stopped walking suddenly, amazed at her own thoughts. What am I saying?? "He's a creep!" she said aloud to no one. "Anyone I know?" a deep voice said behind her. Kagome jumped and turned around quickly, knocking heads with whoever was behind her. "Ow!" she said, rubbing her head and looking up at whomever she hit. It was him. She stared blankly at the face staring back at her. He raised one eyebrow and put a hand up to her head. Surprised and not a little creeped out by his action, she froze. His face changed from its usual expression and became softer. His eyes traveled up to her forehead and he stroked it with his hand. His amber eyes were so fierce; Kagome found herself growing weak looking at them. Suddenly he pulled his hand away and looked at her. "Why were you staring at me?" he asked plainly. Kagome drew back and looked at him angrily. "Staring at you?" she cried. He shrugged. "I don't even know who you are!" she cried as she threw up her hands. "You were staring at me! And.and as soon as you decide if you hate me or not..well then just let me know!" "My name is InuYasha." He said, and with that he turned around and walked off, his hair swinging behind him. Kagome stared after him with her mouth open. "Kagome?" Sango had come up behind her and put a hand gently on her shoulder. "Why are you standing like that?" Kagome shook her head and rubbed her temples softly. "That stupid boy." she mumbled softly. "What?" asked Sango. "Ah, it's nothing." Kagome added, trying to look happy. "I'm going to my dorm."
Shippou stood in the doorway of his room, absent-mindedly biting his fingernails and staring off into space. It was his first day as floor monitor of Dorm 32, and he was quite bored. His classes had finished, and he waited patiently for anyone to walk by. Tap tap tap. The sounds of heels moving quickly filled the hall, and Shippou quickly looked up. A girl was walking towards him, an exasperated expression on her face. "Hello!" said Shippou, walking in front of her and blocking her path. The girl stopped suddenly and shook her head. "Oh sorry," said Shippou quickly. "Didn't mean to frighten you." The girl gave a small smile and put up her hand. "No, no. It's ok" "I'm Shippou," he said, extending his hand and smiling. "I'm the new floor monitor." "My name is Kagome," she said, returning the handshake. Shippou nodded and studied her face. Under masses and masses of thick, black hair he could see dark brown eyes. She was quite a bit taller than him, and her school uniform fit her slender figure well. She wore no makeup, she had no need too. She was beautiful. "Um, well, if you need anything, I'm in this room," Shippou said, pointing to the room on his left. "32 D." "Mmm," Kagome nodded. "I'm in 36 D, so we're pretty close." Her eyes trailed down the hallway. Shippou, sensing her discomfort, said quickly, "Well, it was nice meeting you!" "Yeah, you too," Kagome said quickly before hurrying off. Shippou watched her leave. Clearly, something was bothering her. "Kagome." he mumbled softly before going back into his room.
Knock knock.. Kagome sighed and got up slowly, trying to get rid of her anger before she answered the door. She didn't want to snap at anyone. She opened the door to find a grinning Miroku. "And you said leave her alone." He said, his smile broadening. "Oh what did you do?" sighed Kagome, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Guess who's got a date for Saturday?" Miroku said happily, barging into her room. "Oh you're not going out with that girl from London again?" said Kagome, shaking her head. "No, no, no!" said Miroku with a wave of his hand. "I'll give you a hint: Her name is Sango." He laughed. Kagome flung herself down into a chair and rested her head on her hand. "Do me a favor, will you?" she asked. "Don't mess with her. I like her." Miroku rolled his eyes. "Like I could, she would only go as friends anyway." "Good, you need a smart girl once in a while." Said Kagome, motioning for him to sit down. "Oh, but I have you!" cried Miroku, walking around instead. "Yeah, you wish." Kagome laughed. "So are you going?" asked Miroku as he leafed through her papers on her desk. Kagome squinted. "Going where?" "To the dance-thing.." Said Miroku, gazing intently at her homework. "What dance?" Said Kagome, sitting up. "The one on Saturday ."Saturday "Miroku! What-dance-on-Saturday?" she said slowly. "Oh, the one.. you know.." Miroku said, snapping his fingers. "The one sponsoring the football team. It's out on the field." Kagome looked down, not a little disappointed she hadn't been asked yet. Miroku looked at her and bit his lip. "Ah, come on," he said reassuringly, "Someone will ask you." "Yeah," laughed Kagome. "Maybe I'll just go alone..." "Well, that works too." Said Miroku, heading towards the door. "You want me and Sango to come by at 8:30 and pick you up?" "Sure," said Kagome. "See you later."