Author's Confession Corner:
I implied I was going to have chap 12 out last week --; except it was pretty awful and needed a lot of revision, I felt terrible about not updating tho. As always my hands were completely tied =[
With POV switches I'm a lost cause. To make it easy, it's all Kagome this chapter.=]
I have never seen "She's All That" --;;;;;;;; (but now I feel like I should^^*)
Oii, I forgot that love triangles are never crowd pleasers T.T I hate to disappoint anyone. ::Trixie slaps head:: ach, I guess, I'm still vainly trying to make do with my stupidly attempted triangle, but at least I'm rather set on the end couple? (please don't flame me too much^^*)
When I started I never expected to get such great reviewers and respones!^^ shuffles feet and blushes like mad
So, thanks to: deleria, Lady of the Wolves, Dark Star, Cappie-chan, ferretbaby, Anegel Trinton aka HS, Mysticnight, Celyia, Majin Lady Seru, holly, Silent Darkness, Voldersnort, catleya, Oyuki, Lady Dark Angel, Amaniachwen, and SpaceLion !!
A/N: " " = speech. ' ' = Kagome's thoughts.
Only Normal on the Average
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
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"Kagome?"
"Kaagomeee?"
"wha..aaaa... sure mom I'll be up in a sec...."
My mom popped her head in conveniently, all sunshine and blue skies, "Kagome, there's a young man waiting downstairs for you."
"Ehhhh....whasa young man doin...."
You could say realization hit me like a ton of bricks, but that's euphemism for the kids, it hit me like Sango's crazy textbook.
Oh no, nonono I was suppose to wake up, think what a real doozy of a dream I just had, fling open my curtains and -not- see ... a gorgeous BMW sitting displacedly in my driveway.
Okay, what works best in these situations, breathing techniques ..... counting exercises .... diving into a frenzied fit of self-denial while smothering oneself with her covers.... Hmmm.. -I- know which one would have won out had my mom not intervened.
Pulling yet another sweater over my head, I tried to collect my thoughts, but it was made difficult with the apocalyptic sinking feeling I was suddenly experiencing. This had to be bad karma, I had to have committed some unforgivable deed in another life for this to be happening.
My mind was screaming for me to stall. Let's see ... I'll need to floss of course, since I neglected to do so last night, and it wouldn't hurt to do some laundry and maybe tidy up my room, organize Buyo's cat toys, grow some chi-a pets 'sooner better than later' is my new motto. What, only 15 minutes, well gee I guess I'll have to miss school today to get things done around here.
"KAGOME!" was the order from downstairs. Ah, well timed.
'Stop it.' I commanded myself. 'You're being ridiculous. You gave your word yesterday and now .... *someone's* here to collect.' I crossed my fingers while heading down the stairs praying that someone wasn't Inuyasha.
Darn. Must have jinxed myself.
"Morning, sleeping beauty."
I should have puked on him, at least then I could have feigned a horrible sickness for the rest of the day, exacting my revenge while dually solving my problem.
Instead every muscle in my body tensed. I jerkily strained my expression into one of a painful, surprised smile.
"Ahhhh Kagomeee, what's wrong with your face. It's scarrryyy." Souta noticed, pointing a finger at me.
I gave a small huff and quickly grabbed Inuyasha by the arm dragging him out of the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered nervously, afraid my normal voice would come off as a yell, alarming my unsuspecting family.
Inuyasha's composure was not compromised. He shrugged. "The sooner we start the sooner we can get this over with."
Ironically, I thought of the 'sooner better than later' slogan I made up this morning. The fight kind of deflated out of me, it was just so early.
"We're going to be late."
I didn't reply. I made my way back to the kitchen to announce that I was leaving.
"But you two haven't had breakfast yet." Was my mother's amiable reminder, holding an invitingly fluffy stack of pancakes.
"It smells great Mrs. Hagurashi, but I've got to get your daughter to class, maybe another time?" He declined with a stupid winning smile.
Mom agreed approvingly.
'That, that ... Faker." I thought irritably.
"We've leaving." I declared none too gently.
We were seen off with a variety of so longs.
"It was nice to meet you Inuyasha, you're welcome to breakfast anytime," My mother offered graciously with a well-meaning glance in my direction.
"BYE INUYASHA!!" Souta enthusiastically waved his hand around.
Grandpa just laughed, I could see the devious wheels turning in his head, "Have a nice day you two."
Obviously Inuyasha had been playing nicey nice with the family. I grit my teeth and fairly shoved him out the door.
"You could have just met me at school."
Inuyasha frowned. "And have you run things into the ground cause you don't have a clue?"
'why that ungrateful.....'
Inuyasha held the car door open in a very gentlemanly fashion, which surprised me to say the least. I gave him a questioning look. His frown deepened. Evidently, it had been reflexive. Kikyo must have kept him on a short leash. I smiled at the thought.
To think too much about the car ride would be to get lost in a labyrinth of awkwardness all over again. Basically, I was to fall into some ardent, plausible girlfriend role with implications of being hysterically reverent to worshipful. I'm sure had I let him continue he would have irreversibly offended me. If any outrageously sized book of the school's had ever astonished me, well it had nothing on Inuyahsa's overblown ego. So, I had to draw the line before he finished his third sentence. The rest of the way was almost comical, Inuyasha grumbling and -haggling- with me over the extent of my duties. Except it wasn't -because- it had been Inuyasha trying to cookie cut me into his idea of a girlfriend.
I think it's fair to say that by the time we'd arrived at school I wasn't exactly in the right mind to be -loving- Inuyasha. Miroku spotted us.
"Ah, so here's our delicate flower now."
My clenched jaw ticked.
Turning to Inuyasha, Miroku quirked an eyebrow. "Amazing, so much damage in so little time."
"Moody couple." Miroku muttered.
"What was that?!" Inuyasha asked loudly.
Miroku smilingly turned around, walking a way giving us an offhand wave. "Later kids. Let the natural chemistry do it's magic."
"Great help he was." I sighed.
Inuyasha frowned some more, being it the only thing he could do. He offered to carry my books. I shrugged, if he insisted.... Making my way to my locker with Inuyasha in tow earned me more than a few good, long looks.
Sango was waiting by my locker. I briefly wondered how she knew where it was but that was interrupted when I saw her see me AND Inuyasha, him with my books looking bored as hell. Her expression was very un-Saint Sango like. Ops, forgot to tell her.... I was momentarily unable to explain all of this. I mean I was dying to fill Sango in with the 6 minutes we had before the bell rang, but the minutes just ticked on by. I felt like I needed a solid 6 hours to sort through all of this with her.
"So.. what did I miss?" was finally said.
"Inuyasha's my make believe boyfriend." I blurted. Darn it, should've let her down gentler. I was just glad Sango was Sango and not, oh..say Hitomi because a breakdown now would really raise some questions.
"I see..."
I made a helpless hand gesture. Better rely on Sango's empathetic, analytical interrogation skills, besides answering questions was what I was limited to right now anyways.
"When did this..."
"Yesterday. After school."
"How.why would..no WHAT is..."
Inuyasha sounded annoyed; he was probably on edge when so near -my- locker and having perverted flashbacks, "Geez why don't you just tattoo the plan on your head and advertise it with a big banner. Will you girl talk later or something."
My God, the idiot had a death wish.
Um... the bell. The BELL! Lucky, lucky guy.
I yanked Inuyasha away from Sango, potentially saving his life. Gallantly hauling his sorry ass away from the mouth of -immediate- danger.
I paused, apologetically affirming Sango. "Lunch."
*************Govt.***************
"How goes the relationship?" Miroku asked absentmindedly, taking some sketchy notes.
I on the other hand was furiously scribbling my notebook into infinite nothingness. "It's been a continuous succession of ecstatic moments, each more intense than the previous."
"That bad huh?"
"Worse." I mumbled, "And I probably haven't even been blessed with his presence for more than an hour."
Miroku merely nodded is head sympathetically. What's sympathy when I needed a life vest ... and maybe some aspirin.
I cleared my head of everything except doing a bang-up job of note-taking and breathing, that was the only way to keep disturbing thoughts at bay.
The teacher stopped talking. Things were not going my way. I tried to be attentive to the reading assignment but I needed something to -do- to keep my mind unfocused. I doodled a bit but found my eyes wandering restlessly, then being arrested by the back of Sesshoumaru's head. Yes, he had transferred into this class. I looked away. Then looked back. How not fair that his hair should be prettier than any girls at school. It hurts the feminine esteem. The lecture continued; I forgot I was staring.
"Fickleness, thy name is woman." Miroku crooned slyly.
"......"
'What?! Wait just a second...' But the temperature rise in my face was the only form of denial that answered Miroku.
Miroku laughed. "Does Inuyasha know he's got a flitty woman."
And the rest of the period kind of went like that. Miroku gleefully taking every opportunity to poke and prod and coming out none the less bruised than he was on the first occasion I had met him.
**************English***************
English passed quickly, well as quickly as it could with Sesshoumaru again several seats away. He had battled and mastered the lousy lighting in the hell-bound class; and had come out looking at ease and ready to step on a catwalk. Can you believe it? So many classes with the guy while dating his brother since this morning. This family was going to be the death of me.
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The inevitable rolled around. At lunch I caught Sango before Inuyasha or Miroku found me. We were seated at a somewhat secluded table.
"Listen," I began hurriedly, "I haven't been holding out on you or anything. Things happened so fast, before I could catch my breath, they'd already jolted into action."
"Trust me, I got my well deserved rude awakening this morning." I added sardonically.
I started with yesterday's after school story.
A/N: eh, the story's getting there --;;;;; wow. ff.net was down for all of Saturday O.o As always let me know what you think. =] reviews make my day.
I implied I was going to have chap 12 out last week --; except it was pretty awful and needed a lot of revision, I felt terrible about not updating tho. As always my hands were completely tied =[
With POV switches I'm a lost cause. To make it easy, it's all Kagome this chapter.=]
I have never seen "She's All That" --;;;;;;;; (but now I feel like I should^^*)
Oii, I forgot that love triangles are never crowd pleasers T.T I hate to disappoint anyone. ::Trixie slaps head:: ach, I guess, I'm still vainly trying to make do with my stupidly attempted triangle, but at least I'm rather set on the end couple? (please don't flame me too much^^*)
When I started I never expected to get such great reviewers and respones!^^ shuffles feet and blushes like mad
So, thanks to: deleria, Lady of the Wolves, Dark Star, Cappie-chan, ferretbaby, Anegel Trinton aka HS, Mysticnight, Celyia, Majin Lady Seru, holly, Silent Darkness, Voldersnort, catleya, Oyuki, Lady Dark Angel, Amaniachwen, and SpaceLion !!
A/N: " " = speech. ' ' = Kagome's thoughts.
Only Normal on the Average
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
****************************
"Kagome?"
"Kaagomeee?"
"wha..aaaa... sure mom I'll be up in a sec...."
My mom popped her head in conveniently, all sunshine and blue skies, "Kagome, there's a young man waiting downstairs for you."
"Ehhhh....whasa young man doin...."
You could say realization hit me like a ton of bricks, but that's euphemism for the kids, it hit me like Sango's crazy textbook.
Oh no, nonono I was suppose to wake up, think what a real doozy of a dream I just had, fling open my curtains and -not- see ... a gorgeous BMW sitting displacedly in my driveway.
Okay, what works best in these situations, breathing techniques ..... counting exercises .... diving into a frenzied fit of self-denial while smothering oneself with her covers.... Hmmm.. -I- know which one would have won out had my mom not intervened.
Pulling yet another sweater over my head, I tried to collect my thoughts, but it was made difficult with the apocalyptic sinking feeling I was suddenly experiencing. This had to be bad karma, I had to have committed some unforgivable deed in another life for this to be happening.
My mind was screaming for me to stall. Let's see ... I'll need to floss of course, since I neglected to do so last night, and it wouldn't hurt to do some laundry and maybe tidy up my room, organize Buyo's cat toys, grow some chi-a pets 'sooner better than later' is my new motto. What, only 15 minutes, well gee I guess I'll have to miss school today to get things done around here.
"KAGOME!" was the order from downstairs. Ah, well timed.
'Stop it.' I commanded myself. 'You're being ridiculous. You gave your word yesterday and now .... *someone's* here to collect.' I crossed my fingers while heading down the stairs praying that someone wasn't Inuyasha.
Darn. Must have jinxed myself.
"Morning, sleeping beauty."
I should have puked on him, at least then I could have feigned a horrible sickness for the rest of the day, exacting my revenge while dually solving my problem.
Instead every muscle in my body tensed. I jerkily strained my expression into one of a painful, surprised smile.
"Ahhhh Kagomeee, what's wrong with your face. It's scarrryyy." Souta noticed, pointing a finger at me.
I gave a small huff and quickly grabbed Inuyasha by the arm dragging him out of the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered nervously, afraid my normal voice would come off as a yell, alarming my unsuspecting family.
Inuyasha's composure was not compromised. He shrugged. "The sooner we start the sooner we can get this over with."
Ironically, I thought of the 'sooner better than later' slogan I made up this morning. The fight kind of deflated out of me, it was just so early.
"We're going to be late."
I didn't reply. I made my way back to the kitchen to announce that I was leaving.
"But you two haven't had breakfast yet." Was my mother's amiable reminder, holding an invitingly fluffy stack of pancakes.
"It smells great Mrs. Hagurashi, but I've got to get your daughter to class, maybe another time?" He declined with a stupid winning smile.
Mom agreed approvingly.
'That, that ... Faker." I thought irritably.
"We've leaving." I declared none too gently.
We were seen off with a variety of so longs.
"It was nice to meet you Inuyasha, you're welcome to breakfast anytime," My mother offered graciously with a well-meaning glance in my direction.
"BYE INUYASHA!!" Souta enthusiastically waved his hand around.
Grandpa just laughed, I could see the devious wheels turning in his head, "Have a nice day you two."
Obviously Inuyasha had been playing nicey nice with the family. I grit my teeth and fairly shoved him out the door.
"You could have just met me at school."
Inuyasha frowned. "And have you run things into the ground cause you don't have a clue?"
'why that ungrateful.....'
Inuyasha held the car door open in a very gentlemanly fashion, which surprised me to say the least. I gave him a questioning look. His frown deepened. Evidently, it had been reflexive. Kikyo must have kept him on a short leash. I smiled at the thought.
To think too much about the car ride would be to get lost in a labyrinth of awkwardness all over again. Basically, I was to fall into some ardent, plausible girlfriend role with implications of being hysterically reverent to worshipful. I'm sure had I let him continue he would have irreversibly offended me. If any outrageously sized book of the school's had ever astonished me, well it had nothing on Inuyahsa's overblown ego. So, I had to draw the line before he finished his third sentence. The rest of the way was almost comical, Inuyasha grumbling and -haggling- with me over the extent of my duties. Except it wasn't -because- it had been Inuyasha trying to cookie cut me into his idea of a girlfriend.
I think it's fair to say that by the time we'd arrived at school I wasn't exactly in the right mind to be -loving- Inuyasha. Miroku spotted us.
"Ah, so here's our delicate flower now."
My clenched jaw ticked.
Turning to Inuyasha, Miroku quirked an eyebrow. "Amazing, so much damage in so little time."
"Moody couple." Miroku muttered.
"What was that?!" Inuyasha asked loudly.
Miroku smilingly turned around, walking a way giving us an offhand wave. "Later kids. Let the natural chemistry do it's magic."
"Great help he was." I sighed.
Inuyasha frowned some more, being it the only thing he could do. He offered to carry my books. I shrugged, if he insisted.... Making my way to my locker with Inuyasha in tow earned me more than a few good, long looks.
Sango was waiting by my locker. I briefly wondered how she knew where it was but that was interrupted when I saw her see me AND Inuyasha, him with my books looking bored as hell. Her expression was very un-Saint Sango like. Ops, forgot to tell her.... I was momentarily unable to explain all of this. I mean I was dying to fill Sango in with the 6 minutes we had before the bell rang, but the minutes just ticked on by. I felt like I needed a solid 6 hours to sort through all of this with her.
"So.. what did I miss?" was finally said.
"Inuyasha's my make believe boyfriend." I blurted. Darn it, should've let her down gentler. I was just glad Sango was Sango and not, oh..say Hitomi because a breakdown now would really raise some questions.
"I see..."
I made a helpless hand gesture. Better rely on Sango's empathetic, analytical interrogation skills, besides answering questions was what I was limited to right now anyways.
"When did this..."
"Yesterday. After school."
"How.why would..no WHAT is..."
Inuyasha sounded annoyed; he was probably on edge when so near -my- locker and having perverted flashbacks, "Geez why don't you just tattoo the plan on your head and advertise it with a big banner. Will you girl talk later or something."
My God, the idiot had a death wish.
Um... the bell. The BELL! Lucky, lucky guy.
I yanked Inuyasha away from Sango, potentially saving his life. Gallantly hauling his sorry ass away from the mouth of -immediate- danger.
I paused, apologetically affirming Sango. "Lunch."
*************Govt.***************
"How goes the relationship?" Miroku asked absentmindedly, taking some sketchy notes.
I on the other hand was furiously scribbling my notebook into infinite nothingness. "It's been a continuous succession of ecstatic moments, each more intense than the previous."
"That bad huh?"
"Worse." I mumbled, "And I probably haven't even been blessed with his presence for more than an hour."
Miroku merely nodded is head sympathetically. What's sympathy when I needed a life vest ... and maybe some aspirin.
I cleared my head of everything except doing a bang-up job of note-taking and breathing, that was the only way to keep disturbing thoughts at bay.
The teacher stopped talking. Things were not going my way. I tried to be attentive to the reading assignment but I needed something to -do- to keep my mind unfocused. I doodled a bit but found my eyes wandering restlessly, then being arrested by the back of Sesshoumaru's head. Yes, he had transferred into this class. I looked away. Then looked back. How not fair that his hair should be prettier than any girls at school. It hurts the feminine esteem. The lecture continued; I forgot I was staring.
"Fickleness, thy name is woman." Miroku crooned slyly.
"......"
'What?! Wait just a second...' But the temperature rise in my face was the only form of denial that answered Miroku.
Miroku laughed. "Does Inuyasha know he's got a flitty woman."
And the rest of the period kind of went like that. Miroku gleefully taking every opportunity to poke and prod and coming out none the less bruised than he was on the first occasion I had met him.
**************English***************
English passed quickly, well as quickly as it could with Sesshoumaru again several seats away. He had battled and mastered the lousy lighting in the hell-bound class; and had come out looking at ease and ready to step on a catwalk. Can you believe it? So many classes with the guy while dating his brother since this morning. This family was going to be the death of me.
*************************
The inevitable rolled around. At lunch I caught Sango before Inuyasha or Miroku found me. We were seated at a somewhat secluded table.
"Listen," I began hurriedly, "I haven't been holding out on you or anything. Things happened so fast, before I could catch my breath, they'd already jolted into action."
"Trust me, I got my well deserved rude awakening this morning." I added sardonically.
I started with yesterday's after school story.
A/N: eh, the story's getting there --;;;;; wow. ff.net was down for all of Saturday O.o As always let me know what you think. =] reviews make my day.