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such a successful anime with all the characters that you just can't get
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Past and Present Intertwine
Chapter Six- They Love to Tease
The rest of the week passed slowly for Kagome, but she was very cheerful when Friday morning came upon the world at last. She even had a small skip in her gate as she made her journey to the devil's workshop on earth she had the general habit of calling school.
"So, Inu-Yasha, what do you do for fun on Fridays?" Kagome couldn't help but grin like a child getting candy at her last word.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "Beer. Drugs. Crack whores."
Instantly coming to a halt, Kagome whirled around to face him. "Excuse me?!" she cried.
"What?" he teased. "You aren't into that sort of thing?"
"No, I'm just surprised we have something in common! I love beer and drugs. Especially crack whores," Kagome replied, turning around and resuming her journey.
Inu-Yasha gaped after her. "Y-you really like that stuff?" he barely managed to say, easily catching up to walk beside her.
"You're so easy, you know that?" she grinned and poked his arm.
"Get off," he pouted.
"Mopey boy. Mopey boy," she chanted playfully. "Really, though. What do you do for fun?"
"I'm not telling," he grumbled.
"Honestly!" Kagome snapped. "Don't be so immature!" She stuck her tongue out at him just to rile him.
"Oh, god! Put that thing away before I barf up my breakfast."
"What?" Kagome asked, trying to look down at her protruding tongue. "Wus wong wi my tong?"
"It has you attached to it, that's what's wrong." Inu-Yasha laughed at what he personally thought was the most brilliant comeback in the entire universe.
Tongue still sticking out of her mouth, Kagome looked up at him and smiled. "You'll be proud of that one for a while, won't you?"
Scowling, Inu-Yasha jogged ahead a bit thus leaving her to wonder what was so wrong with her tongue that he would be disgusted by it.
*****
During her first few classes, Kagome tried to remain patient and studious, but it just wasn't working anymore. By her parenting class she was more than ready to get out of school for the weekend; she was agonizing for the clock to read 3:20 P.M.
She took her time getting to parenting since the busty teacher didn't care if anyone was on time or not. Miroku was already in his seat, and he waved when she entered the classroom. Smiling, Kagome returned the salutation and sat down in her seat.
She found herself sitting on something warm with five outstretched feelers that gently squeezed her bottom. Squealing in astonishment, she leapt up, banged her thigh into the desk, and lost her balance. The desk and chair fell with her in it, and she bumped her head on another desk along the way. Miroku jumped out of his chair and helped the incredibly angry and red-faced girl to her feet.
"Are you okay, Kagome?" he asked.
"I'm alive," she murmured, "but you won't be if you don't take your hands off me right now."
Snatching his hands off her shoulders, he said, "You want it, you've got it. Toyota!"
"I already have a headache, so please don't make it worse," she groaned, massaging her temples.
"I'm sorry, Kagome," Miroku said sincerely after he had properly set her desk on the floor. "I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to grab my butt, or you didn't mean to make me fall over?"
"The latter," he said with a small grin.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Kagome looked away just in case she couldn't help but smile. Despite his not-so-discreet intentions and intolerable groping, Miroku had quickly become her friend, and she didn't want to stay mad at him since it might strain their budding friendship. Being the new girl, she couldn't separate herself from the friends she had made like that because she didn't know Miroku well enough to know if he would never speak to her again of if he wouldn't care or something.
"I hate being in this position," she admitted to herself silently. "I should stay mad for at least a couple days, but I don't want to be mean and drive him away. Besides, it's Friday." It was a good thing she had turned her head or else Miroku would have seen her impish smile at the thought of it being a Friday.
"So are you mad?" Miroku asked a bit timidly.
"Not really," she confessed, "but next time, don't make me fall out of my chair."
"So there will be a next time?" Miroku's face brightened like a little boy receiving a new bike.
Realizing her mistake, Kagome blushed and said, "No!"
"One day, Kagome, you will figure out that I am the best guy for you," he told her, granting her a confident wink.
"Maybe, Miroku, but unless you quit molesting me, I'm afraid nothing but friendship or a restraining order will be between us," she replied coolly.
Miroku chuckled.
~~~~~
Kagome: Three years old Inu-Yasha: Four and a half years old
"You puts the ball on ta stander and hit it, Kagome," Inu-Yasha explained, pointing to the bright yellow, plastic t-ball stand.
"Oh, okay," Kagome said, waddling forward with the large, hollow ball in her small peachy hand.
"Put eh there," Inu-Yasha instructed.
"Kaka know what she's doon," she said, still in the habit of referring to herself in the third person.
"Hurry up 'en," he replied impatiently.
After carefully placing the ball on the stand, Kagome swiped at it with her hand.
"No!" Inu-Yasha shouted. "You hits it with the bat, dummy!"
"Dote call me dummy, stupid!" Kagome shouted back, stomping over to the ball. Again she placed it on the stand, stepped back, and then hit it with the bat. The ball fell to the ground at her feet.
"That's not a hit!" Inu-Yasha cried. "You didn't hit it rights even!"
"The stand ish too talls!" Kagome complained.
"No, you're just too little. Go stand over there. I'm gon show you how to hits a ball correctically!"
As she stomped over to where he had been standing, he picked the bat and the ball up.
"Puts it here like thish," he said, demonstrating as he spoke. "Then you hit it like this!" He twisted his torso as much as he could, holding the bat unsteadily over his shoulder, then he unraveled himself and smacked the ball as hard as he could.
Even though the ball was hollow and plastic, it was hard enough to make Kagome cry when it hit her on her arm.
Inu-Yasha paled and ran over to her. "I'm sorry, Kagome," he apologized. "Quit cryin,' okay?"
Dropping to her knees, Kagome quieted to whimpers as large, sloppy tears continued to pour over her eyelids. Feeling uncomfortable with the pitiful look she was giving him, he scowled and said, "It did'n hurts that bad. Quit bein' such a baby."
Startled, Kagome fell completely silent except for the occasional hiccup as she stared at him in disbelief. Quit being such a baby? Why was he being so mean? Her arm really did hurt, but he didn't even care. She burst into sobs.
"Ah!" Inu-Yasha cried, kneeling before her. "Kagome! Kagome! Stop that!"
"Inash doesn't like me!" she wailed mournfully. "Inash hates me!"
"No. No," he mumbled, trying to think of some way to cheer her up.
Kagome leaned forward, grasping his shirt in her little hands, and cried into his chest. "Inash doesn't love Kaka!" she blubbered.
"No. No," he repeated, hugging her to him as he realized how to make her stop crying. "Inu-Yasha love Kagome very much."
"Kaka loves Inash, too," she sobbed against him as she wiped her nose on his clothes.
Eventually she stopped crying and all that remained were puffy, red eyes, a runny nose, and hiccups.
~~~~~
Present:
After parenting had ended, Miroku and Kagome made their way to the cafeteria as quickly as they and found Sango sitting at the lunch table alone.
"Where's everyone else?" Kagome asked her. Since it had only been less than a week since they had first met, she and Sango weren't really close, but Kagome considered her to be her best new friend anyway.
"Inu-Yasha's in the line, and I think Kiki is sick with the flu or something," Sango informed the two, looking up from her notebook.
"I'll join Inu-Yasha in the line, then," Miroku said. "Don't miss me too much, Kagome."
Rolling her eyes at his retreating back, Kagome took a seat beside Sango. "He just wants to cut in the line, I bet." Then, looking over Sango's shoulder, she asked, "What are you writing?"
"Oh," Sango said, closing the notebook. "Nothing. I was just trying to look like I was doing something."
Kagome laughed, but doing so made her head hurt. "Oh! I just remembered!" she began. "Miroku and I were in parenting, right? Well, I go to sit down in my chair, and he had his hand there, but I didn't know it, so I sat on it, and he squeezed. I screamed and jumped up. Because of that perverted moron, I banged my thigh and my head all in one class period!"
"Wow!" Sango said, sympathetically. "Do you have a bruise?"
"I don't know," Kagome said. Taking a quick peek around her to check for any peeping Mirokus, she lifted her skirt up enough to see that a large purple bruise had formed. "Oh, great," she gmumbled.
"That looks pretty painful," Sango said, casually eyeing the spot.
"It hurts, too!" Kagome moaned. "Especially when I poke it like this!" She poked the bruise with her index finger. "Ow!"
Sango laughed and said jokingly, "Then don't poke it, stupid!"
"Poke what?" someone behind Kagome asked.
Kagome looked over her shoulder and up into Inu-Yasha's face. Holding his lunch tray, he was leaning over the back of her chair a little to see for himself what was so interesting. Seeing how high she had her skirt up, he raised his eyebrows in a somewhat indecipherable expression. Kagome yanked her skirt back down as her face turned an embarrassing shade of red.
"Don't look at me, you nasty!"
"What? You're the one hiking your skirt up so everyone can see!" Inu- Yasha protested, then he smirked. "This morning you must have meant that you love being a crack whore."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Kagome hissed, turning beat red. If Inu-Yasha kept talking about these things in the cafeteria, dirty rumors about her were sure to spread.
Perhaps Inu-Yasha realized this, or perhaps he didn't, but he decided that was enough and sat down across from her with a delighted expression. He'd gotten her! He knew her weak spot!
"Where's Miroku?" Sango asked. "Didn't he cut in line to where you were?"
The smirk returning to his face, Inu-Yasha said, "Well, I'm sure he tried his hardest, but a 'lunch official' or whatever the hell the school calls them caught him."
"What does that mean?" Kagome queried.
Suppressing a snicker, Sango explained, "It means he gets time out."
"Time out? In high school?"
"Yeah," Sango smiled and rolled her eyes, "but cutting is a childish thing to do, so a childish punishment seems like a good solution, I guess."
Kagome internally debated whether she thought that retribution was very good or not as she watched Miroku, who was sitting in the middle of the cafeteria at a tall round table, puffing his cheeks and rolling his eyes around at the back of the head of his rather portly jail-keeper.
"Bad for the teachers," Kagome decided with a giggle. "Good for the students."
****
When it was finally the last period of the day, Kagome sat in her usual seat by the window and waited for Sango to arrive. Kagome had discovered that Inu-Yasha didn't come till the last second before the late bell for class rang, and she guessed that he had only been in the room early on her first day so he could save her a seat.
"One period to go!" Sango greeted, sitting in the desk beside Kagome.
"Finally," she said with a large smile. "Oh, yeah! I forgot to ask you earlier what you do for fun on Friday nights."
"Well, tonight is a football game. It's usually one every Friday, and they're really fun, and you can meet tons of people. You should go."
"Okay," Kagome said exuberantly. "Can I meet up with you somewhere? I might get lost trying to find you otherwise," she explained.
"Yeah. Meet with me at the concession stands at six. That's a half hour before the game starts, and it might get cold, so bring a blanket or something," Sango advised.
"Okay. You don't mind, do you?" Kagome asked, worried that she might be agitating her friend.
"Not at all!" Sango said, surprised. "Why would I mind?"
"I mean, I know you have other friends that you want to hang out with and everything, and I want you to know I appreciate your help," she told her sheepishly.
"It's not a big deal, Kagome. It used to be just Miroku, Inu-Yasha, Kiki, and me, so that makes you one of my only girl friends."
"Oh," Kagome said as the late bell for class rang and the teacher began talking.
During her conversation with Sango, Kagome hadn't noticed that Inu- Yasha had come into the classroom and taken his seat behind her. She could hear him marking on the desk with his pencil, as he tended to do in the final hour of school.
Despite Kagome's interest in the topic of music and dance, humanities crept by as slowly as a turtle freezing in a snowstorm. Four minutes until the final bell, the teacher allowed the students to talk at a reasonable volume after everyone was done with the assignment.
Kagome turned in her seat, so she could face Sango and easily turn her head to talk to Inu-Yasha if he felt like joining the conversation. "Okay, my bruise is really starting to hurt, and I haven't even been poking it."
"It's just a bruise," Inu-Yasha said. "Don't be a wimp."
"It's not just a bruise," Kagome pouted. "It really hurts."
"Yeah, I bet," Inu-Yasha snorted.
"Kiss it, and make it better?" she asked with pleading eyes.
"No, I think Miroku will do it for free." He laughed, thrilled with himself that he hadn't stuttered at her unexpected retort. "A crack whore who has to pay others to make her a whore!"
Sango laughed quietly as Kagome told Inu-Yasha to shut up.
Author's Note:
I'm going to take this space to explain why Kagome has been a little shy at school. In the manga and anime, she doesn't seem to be a shy character at all. I think that in some ways, Kagome is shy, but she doesn't feel confined in the past. She cares what happens to the people there, and she cares about her friends, but she doesn't care how people there view her because it's not where she has to live. At home, she has her reputation to worry about, and she doesn't want to seem like a rude person to the people she thinks she will be with the rest of her life. In the past, she could be there for any length of time, and she really lets her temper get the better of her there. I don't know if you would consider my ideas to be out of character, but this is just an idea with some minor supporting facts. In reality, no one knows characters of any anime, manga, movie, or book with the exception of their creator(s). That's just my opinion though.
The next chapter is going to be fun! Several more of the characters you all know and love are going to join the fanfic and in a most amusing way, I might add. I thought of it during school today, and I think this is an awesome way for them to be portrayed. Anyway, I'll have that chapter up as soon as possible, so keep an eye out if you care!
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Past and Present Intertwine
Chapter Six- They Love to Tease
The rest of the week passed slowly for Kagome, but she was very cheerful when Friday morning came upon the world at last. She even had a small skip in her gate as she made her journey to the devil's workshop on earth she had the general habit of calling school.
"So, Inu-Yasha, what do you do for fun on Fridays?" Kagome couldn't help but grin like a child getting candy at her last word.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "Beer. Drugs. Crack whores."
Instantly coming to a halt, Kagome whirled around to face him. "Excuse me?!" she cried.
"What?" he teased. "You aren't into that sort of thing?"
"No, I'm just surprised we have something in common! I love beer and drugs. Especially crack whores," Kagome replied, turning around and resuming her journey.
Inu-Yasha gaped after her. "Y-you really like that stuff?" he barely managed to say, easily catching up to walk beside her.
"You're so easy, you know that?" she grinned and poked his arm.
"Get off," he pouted.
"Mopey boy. Mopey boy," she chanted playfully. "Really, though. What do you do for fun?"
"I'm not telling," he grumbled.
"Honestly!" Kagome snapped. "Don't be so immature!" She stuck her tongue out at him just to rile him.
"Oh, god! Put that thing away before I barf up my breakfast."
"What?" Kagome asked, trying to look down at her protruding tongue. "Wus wong wi my tong?"
"It has you attached to it, that's what's wrong." Inu-Yasha laughed at what he personally thought was the most brilliant comeback in the entire universe.
Tongue still sticking out of her mouth, Kagome looked up at him and smiled. "You'll be proud of that one for a while, won't you?"
Scowling, Inu-Yasha jogged ahead a bit thus leaving her to wonder what was so wrong with her tongue that he would be disgusted by it.
*****
During her first few classes, Kagome tried to remain patient and studious, but it just wasn't working anymore. By her parenting class she was more than ready to get out of school for the weekend; she was agonizing for the clock to read 3:20 P.M.
She took her time getting to parenting since the busty teacher didn't care if anyone was on time or not. Miroku was already in his seat, and he waved when she entered the classroom. Smiling, Kagome returned the salutation and sat down in her seat.
She found herself sitting on something warm with five outstretched feelers that gently squeezed her bottom. Squealing in astonishment, she leapt up, banged her thigh into the desk, and lost her balance. The desk and chair fell with her in it, and she bumped her head on another desk along the way. Miroku jumped out of his chair and helped the incredibly angry and red-faced girl to her feet.
"Are you okay, Kagome?" he asked.
"I'm alive," she murmured, "but you won't be if you don't take your hands off me right now."
Snatching his hands off her shoulders, he said, "You want it, you've got it. Toyota!"
"I already have a headache, so please don't make it worse," she groaned, massaging her temples.
"I'm sorry, Kagome," Miroku said sincerely after he had properly set her desk on the floor. "I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to grab my butt, or you didn't mean to make me fall over?"
"The latter," he said with a small grin.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Kagome looked away just in case she couldn't help but smile. Despite his not-so-discreet intentions and intolerable groping, Miroku had quickly become her friend, and she didn't want to stay mad at him since it might strain their budding friendship. Being the new girl, she couldn't separate herself from the friends she had made like that because she didn't know Miroku well enough to know if he would never speak to her again of if he wouldn't care or something.
"I hate being in this position," she admitted to herself silently. "I should stay mad for at least a couple days, but I don't want to be mean and drive him away. Besides, it's Friday." It was a good thing she had turned her head or else Miroku would have seen her impish smile at the thought of it being a Friday.
"So are you mad?" Miroku asked a bit timidly.
"Not really," she confessed, "but next time, don't make me fall out of my chair."
"So there will be a next time?" Miroku's face brightened like a little boy receiving a new bike.
Realizing her mistake, Kagome blushed and said, "No!"
"One day, Kagome, you will figure out that I am the best guy for you," he told her, granting her a confident wink.
"Maybe, Miroku, but unless you quit molesting me, I'm afraid nothing but friendship or a restraining order will be between us," she replied coolly.
Miroku chuckled.
~~~~~
Kagome: Three years old Inu-Yasha: Four and a half years old
"You puts the ball on ta stander and hit it, Kagome," Inu-Yasha explained, pointing to the bright yellow, plastic t-ball stand.
"Oh, okay," Kagome said, waddling forward with the large, hollow ball in her small peachy hand.
"Put eh there," Inu-Yasha instructed.
"Kaka know what she's doon," she said, still in the habit of referring to herself in the third person.
"Hurry up 'en," he replied impatiently.
After carefully placing the ball on the stand, Kagome swiped at it with her hand.
"No!" Inu-Yasha shouted. "You hits it with the bat, dummy!"
"Dote call me dummy, stupid!" Kagome shouted back, stomping over to the ball. Again she placed it on the stand, stepped back, and then hit it with the bat. The ball fell to the ground at her feet.
"That's not a hit!" Inu-Yasha cried. "You didn't hit it rights even!"
"The stand ish too talls!" Kagome complained.
"No, you're just too little. Go stand over there. I'm gon show you how to hits a ball correctically!"
As she stomped over to where he had been standing, he picked the bat and the ball up.
"Puts it here like thish," he said, demonstrating as he spoke. "Then you hit it like this!" He twisted his torso as much as he could, holding the bat unsteadily over his shoulder, then he unraveled himself and smacked the ball as hard as he could.
Even though the ball was hollow and plastic, it was hard enough to make Kagome cry when it hit her on her arm.
Inu-Yasha paled and ran over to her. "I'm sorry, Kagome," he apologized. "Quit cryin,' okay?"
Dropping to her knees, Kagome quieted to whimpers as large, sloppy tears continued to pour over her eyelids. Feeling uncomfortable with the pitiful look she was giving him, he scowled and said, "It did'n hurts that bad. Quit bein' such a baby."
Startled, Kagome fell completely silent except for the occasional hiccup as she stared at him in disbelief. Quit being such a baby? Why was he being so mean? Her arm really did hurt, but he didn't even care. She burst into sobs.
"Ah!" Inu-Yasha cried, kneeling before her. "Kagome! Kagome! Stop that!"
"Inash doesn't like me!" she wailed mournfully. "Inash hates me!"
"No. No," he mumbled, trying to think of some way to cheer her up.
Kagome leaned forward, grasping his shirt in her little hands, and cried into his chest. "Inash doesn't love Kaka!" she blubbered.
"No. No," he repeated, hugging her to him as he realized how to make her stop crying. "Inu-Yasha love Kagome very much."
"Kaka loves Inash, too," she sobbed against him as she wiped her nose on his clothes.
Eventually she stopped crying and all that remained were puffy, red eyes, a runny nose, and hiccups.
~~~~~
Present:
After parenting had ended, Miroku and Kagome made their way to the cafeteria as quickly as they and found Sango sitting at the lunch table alone.
"Where's everyone else?" Kagome asked her. Since it had only been less than a week since they had first met, she and Sango weren't really close, but Kagome considered her to be her best new friend anyway.
"Inu-Yasha's in the line, and I think Kiki is sick with the flu or something," Sango informed the two, looking up from her notebook.
"I'll join Inu-Yasha in the line, then," Miroku said. "Don't miss me too much, Kagome."
Rolling her eyes at his retreating back, Kagome took a seat beside Sango. "He just wants to cut in the line, I bet." Then, looking over Sango's shoulder, she asked, "What are you writing?"
"Oh," Sango said, closing the notebook. "Nothing. I was just trying to look like I was doing something."
Kagome laughed, but doing so made her head hurt. "Oh! I just remembered!" she began. "Miroku and I were in parenting, right? Well, I go to sit down in my chair, and he had his hand there, but I didn't know it, so I sat on it, and he squeezed. I screamed and jumped up. Because of that perverted moron, I banged my thigh and my head all in one class period!"
"Wow!" Sango said, sympathetically. "Do you have a bruise?"
"I don't know," Kagome said. Taking a quick peek around her to check for any peeping Mirokus, she lifted her skirt up enough to see that a large purple bruise had formed. "Oh, great," she gmumbled.
"That looks pretty painful," Sango said, casually eyeing the spot.
"It hurts, too!" Kagome moaned. "Especially when I poke it like this!" She poked the bruise with her index finger. "Ow!"
Sango laughed and said jokingly, "Then don't poke it, stupid!"
"Poke what?" someone behind Kagome asked.
Kagome looked over her shoulder and up into Inu-Yasha's face. Holding his lunch tray, he was leaning over the back of her chair a little to see for himself what was so interesting. Seeing how high she had her skirt up, he raised his eyebrows in a somewhat indecipherable expression. Kagome yanked her skirt back down as her face turned an embarrassing shade of red.
"Don't look at me, you nasty!"
"What? You're the one hiking your skirt up so everyone can see!" Inu- Yasha protested, then he smirked. "This morning you must have meant that you love being a crack whore."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Kagome hissed, turning beat red. If Inu-Yasha kept talking about these things in the cafeteria, dirty rumors about her were sure to spread.
Perhaps Inu-Yasha realized this, or perhaps he didn't, but he decided that was enough and sat down across from her with a delighted expression. He'd gotten her! He knew her weak spot!
"Where's Miroku?" Sango asked. "Didn't he cut in line to where you were?"
The smirk returning to his face, Inu-Yasha said, "Well, I'm sure he tried his hardest, but a 'lunch official' or whatever the hell the school calls them caught him."
"What does that mean?" Kagome queried.
Suppressing a snicker, Sango explained, "It means he gets time out."
"Time out? In high school?"
"Yeah," Sango smiled and rolled her eyes, "but cutting is a childish thing to do, so a childish punishment seems like a good solution, I guess."
Kagome internally debated whether she thought that retribution was very good or not as she watched Miroku, who was sitting in the middle of the cafeteria at a tall round table, puffing his cheeks and rolling his eyes around at the back of the head of his rather portly jail-keeper.
"Bad for the teachers," Kagome decided with a giggle. "Good for the students."
****
When it was finally the last period of the day, Kagome sat in her usual seat by the window and waited for Sango to arrive. Kagome had discovered that Inu-Yasha didn't come till the last second before the late bell for class rang, and she guessed that he had only been in the room early on her first day so he could save her a seat.
"One period to go!" Sango greeted, sitting in the desk beside Kagome.
"Finally," she said with a large smile. "Oh, yeah! I forgot to ask you earlier what you do for fun on Friday nights."
"Well, tonight is a football game. It's usually one every Friday, and they're really fun, and you can meet tons of people. You should go."
"Okay," Kagome said exuberantly. "Can I meet up with you somewhere? I might get lost trying to find you otherwise," she explained.
"Yeah. Meet with me at the concession stands at six. That's a half hour before the game starts, and it might get cold, so bring a blanket or something," Sango advised.
"Okay. You don't mind, do you?" Kagome asked, worried that she might be agitating her friend.
"Not at all!" Sango said, surprised. "Why would I mind?"
"I mean, I know you have other friends that you want to hang out with and everything, and I want you to know I appreciate your help," she told her sheepishly.
"It's not a big deal, Kagome. It used to be just Miroku, Inu-Yasha, Kiki, and me, so that makes you one of my only girl friends."
"Oh," Kagome said as the late bell for class rang and the teacher began talking.
During her conversation with Sango, Kagome hadn't noticed that Inu- Yasha had come into the classroom and taken his seat behind her. She could hear him marking on the desk with his pencil, as he tended to do in the final hour of school.
Despite Kagome's interest in the topic of music and dance, humanities crept by as slowly as a turtle freezing in a snowstorm. Four minutes until the final bell, the teacher allowed the students to talk at a reasonable volume after everyone was done with the assignment.
Kagome turned in her seat, so she could face Sango and easily turn her head to talk to Inu-Yasha if he felt like joining the conversation. "Okay, my bruise is really starting to hurt, and I haven't even been poking it."
"It's just a bruise," Inu-Yasha said. "Don't be a wimp."
"It's not just a bruise," Kagome pouted. "It really hurts."
"Yeah, I bet," Inu-Yasha snorted.
"Kiss it, and make it better?" she asked with pleading eyes.
"No, I think Miroku will do it for free." He laughed, thrilled with himself that he hadn't stuttered at her unexpected retort. "A crack whore who has to pay others to make her a whore!"
Sango laughed quietly as Kagome told Inu-Yasha to shut up.
Author's Note:
I'm going to take this space to explain why Kagome has been a little shy at school. In the manga and anime, she doesn't seem to be a shy character at all. I think that in some ways, Kagome is shy, but she doesn't feel confined in the past. She cares what happens to the people there, and she cares about her friends, but she doesn't care how people there view her because it's not where she has to live. At home, she has her reputation to worry about, and she doesn't want to seem like a rude person to the people she thinks she will be with the rest of her life. In the past, she could be there for any length of time, and she really lets her temper get the better of her there. I don't know if you would consider my ideas to be out of character, but this is just an idea with some minor supporting facts. In reality, no one knows characters of any anime, manga, movie, or book with the exception of their creator(s). That's just my opinion though.
The next chapter is going to be fun! Several more of the characters you all know and love are going to join the fanfic and in a most amusing way, I might add. I thought of it during school today, and I think this is an awesome way for them to be portrayed. Anyway, I'll have that chapter up as soon as possible, so keep an eye out if you care!
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