Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Sadly. ever so sadly I don't own Inuyasha.
I thank those who. didn't review on chapter two
Dracu8u
Babymar-mar
The polls are off! I have decided it shall be a
Sesshomaru/Kagome story.
Enjoy
After getting her music and instrument Kagome sat down in her spot. Shippo just behind her with his drumsticks. A man stepped in front of the class, Mr. Shehan's replacement. He had brown, slightly curly, hair, and rectangle glasses sitting on the end of his nose. He spoke when every one quieted.
" I am Mr. Vickers!" he announced like he was super-man. " I am the new band teacher. And I'm telling you now. if you disrupt my class I'll kick your butts! Now lets take attendance, err Flutes stand up."
As told the Flutes stood. Rin another dear friend of Kagome's was first chair. The Flutes sat down, and the Clarinets stood as well. Then the Bass Clarinet which there were three of. One of the three was a guy, Miroku.
" Now I would like the Oboes to stand." Mr. Vickers didn't know this till now but there was only one Oboe, Naraku Onigumo. He's freaky, creepy, sneaky, and probably a bit sticky, but Kagome didn't want to find that out.
" And I have a good piece that needs a harp, do we have one of those. Can they stand up?" Kikyo didn't look happy at all when she stood, she was still mad about Language Arts, but you have to admit the bitch did deserve it.
"Where's Mr. Shehan?" She demanded.
" He's in Wyoming. judging by that looks of you he's probably glad of it. Sit down and Saxs stand." Kikyo sat down in a huff. No teacher ever did that to her. With out her Father the school wouldn't have enough funding to but Band-Aids. No one defied her.
Kagome could see Inuyasha sitting at the end of the section, cause he was new. And Mr. Vickers went down the line still, trombones, and percussion. " French Horn." no one stood. " You have no French Horn?!" he asked incredulously. " We'll just have to fix that. Baritones." Kagome was the only one to stand, " only one, okay be seated. Now will everyone pull out "All Star"." The whole room seemed to groan. He raised his hands to start. Oh God it sounded horrid, no one played together, and it didn't stop until Mr. Vickers yelled.
" STOP!!!" the room fell silent. " What was that?! My grandma plays better than that and shes 106, lives in a wheelchair, doesn't have any teeth, can't remember her name, and thinks she's a cat!" (Yes people he actually said that. or something close to it) he yelled waving his arms around madly. Oh yeah, this was going to be a good year, or so Kagome thought.
........
Slamming her locker, and hoisting her heavy pack onto her shoulder Kagome headed towards the South exit.
" Working at Blimpies can't be that hard. I mean it's only making sandwiches." Kagome pondered to herself, walking down the high way. There was an advantage to living on the crossroads. Most of all the shops were on the high way or on Main Street. So it was easy to find a job.
The shop was empty except for a few people eating. She walked up to the counter looking for someone who wasn't there.
" Hello can I help you?" Kagome turned around to see a girl, brown hair, which was in a high ponytail, and pink eyeshadow. Also she donned the orange and khaki Blimpies uniform.
" I'm looking for a job."
" Alright, had any other jobs before."
" Nope."
" Any felonies committed?"
" Not yet." Sango paused for a while.
" You're hired."
" What?!" Kagome asked. Not because she didn't hear what Sango said, but because she didn't believe what she said. (My tribute to Lemony Snicket) Kagome could've jumped for joy, she had a job, and they wouldn't go under. " Thanks Sango!" Kagome yelled, enveloping her in a hug.
" You report on Saturday." She choked out, running out of breath.
" Thank you so much!" Kagome dropped Sango like a hot potato, and ran out the door. After getting out the door Kagome exploded into a sprint. By the time she was on her street Kagome was walking, but went into a run once again when she heard, a scream, a crash, and a strange snarling sound. (In that order) Coming from her house.
The kitchen was a mess. Everything was wet, and slick. And her mom was on the floor with the table in her lap looking pale, and Souta was snarling and jumping at the ceiling fan, which Buyou was clinging to.
" Souta!" Kagome screamed grabbing Souta around the waist, and pulling the now thrashing Souta to his room. After coming back into the kitchen Kagome pulled the table off her mother so she could stand. " Are you okay mom?" she asked worried, her mom looked sick.
" I'm fine I just need to rest for little bit, you go to bed I'll clean up." Kagome gave her mom a sad smile, and shook her head. Her mom always did this, putting other things before herself.
" No, you should go to bed, I'll clean up." Kagome told her mom helping her up.
" How'd the interview go?"
" I report Saturday, at 10:00."
" That's good." Kagome's mom said just falling asleep on the couch, which was now her bed. Since her room had a whole in the ceiling for Souta's last accident, somehow he got in the attic. Kagome smiled down at her sleeping mother, how she loved her. If Kagome were ever to lose her. it was unthinkable.
It was only deep into the night between homework, and the kitchen was Kagome able to sleep. But even then it was denied. There was a distant thump, thump, thump. Against the wall, from the other side, but that was expected.
CRACK!
The on the other hand was not. The sound of wood splintering, and the slight twist of metal. Kagome rushed out into the hall to see Souta lurk out of his doorway, his door halfway on the floor in pieces. Her eyes widened as she saw him crawling towards the kitchen
Once again Kagome picked him up, and dropped him onto his mattress on the floor. The music once again filled the room; this time it was low tuned jazz. Souta's eyelids drooped, and a little drool fell from the corner of his mouth. He looked stoned. Kagome looked to the clock in the hall; it read 3:48 A.M.
" Souta this isn't fair." Kagome complained. She couldn't just leave him without a door. He would get out and hurt himself. Walking to the kitchen to get a screwdriver Kagome decided it best if Souta had her door.
When one is taking off a door, and putting it in another frame it is best to know how. The twisted broken door in Souta's frame was easy enough to take off, but her door was the trick. Going up on tipi toes Kagome undid the top screws, and with much effort removed the door from the frame. Wriggling into the hall her hands gripping the top of the door, her feet on each side of the bottom. If you would've been watching it would've looked like she was going to mold herself into the door.
With a small epp Kagome fell back taking the door with her. Much of her effort was spend getting the door off her. With her nose flat and her chest hurting Kagome went to the kitchen to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
Three cups of coffee and many, many bruises later Kagome laid down just as she shut her eyes the alarm went off. Kagome groaned starring at the empty space that used to be her door. No supper, no sleep, no peace. Changing from her meager PJs and into her- actually it used to be her fathers uniform.
Skirts were stupid, they were too short, and identified you as a small school girl. And boys uniforms were cheaper anyway. (I think)
............
" Alright class!" Mr. Vickers greated. " In five months we'll be going to contest, and the music I have for is, well heheeh no easy!" The class groaned, last period was supposed to be easy. " No everyone pull out. Ashford Celebration."
Mr. Vickers the music wasn't easy, Kagome smirked. Give her three nights alone with it, and it would be pie. Shippo though, his hands were mush by the end of the period. Kagome got herself lost in the rhythms, and melodies, she didn't even know it was time to leave.
Packing it all up Kagome took her akward brown case in hand and proceeded to leave the room, only to be stopped by Mr. Vickers.
" Kagome let me see you arm." Kagome shifted in place.
" Why?"
" I could see it from the front of the room." He claimed taking her arm in his hands. Lightly inspecting the bruises. " What happened?" She pulled her arm back, and answered.
" I'd rather not talk about it."
" If somethings going on at home, then-"
" A door fell on me." she snapped. It wasn't a lie.
" That's okay if you don't want to say." That's right no body had to know about Souta. All he needed was Kagome, His mom, and Gramps. Kagome lied to herself, walking out the door.
Sorry that took awhile! But please do review! Please? I'm telling you this fic is going to go places. So please review. Tell a friend, and have them tell a friend please.
Disclaimer: Sadly. ever so sadly I don't own Inuyasha.
I thank those who. didn't review on chapter two
Dracu8u
Babymar-mar
The polls are off! I have decided it shall be a
Sesshomaru/Kagome story.
Enjoy
After getting her music and instrument Kagome sat down in her spot. Shippo just behind her with his drumsticks. A man stepped in front of the class, Mr. Shehan's replacement. He had brown, slightly curly, hair, and rectangle glasses sitting on the end of his nose. He spoke when every one quieted.
" I am Mr. Vickers!" he announced like he was super-man. " I am the new band teacher. And I'm telling you now. if you disrupt my class I'll kick your butts! Now lets take attendance, err Flutes stand up."
As told the Flutes stood. Rin another dear friend of Kagome's was first chair. The Flutes sat down, and the Clarinets stood as well. Then the Bass Clarinet which there were three of. One of the three was a guy, Miroku.
" Now I would like the Oboes to stand." Mr. Vickers didn't know this till now but there was only one Oboe, Naraku Onigumo. He's freaky, creepy, sneaky, and probably a bit sticky, but Kagome didn't want to find that out.
" And I have a good piece that needs a harp, do we have one of those. Can they stand up?" Kikyo didn't look happy at all when she stood, she was still mad about Language Arts, but you have to admit the bitch did deserve it.
"Where's Mr. Shehan?" She demanded.
" He's in Wyoming. judging by that looks of you he's probably glad of it. Sit down and Saxs stand." Kikyo sat down in a huff. No teacher ever did that to her. With out her Father the school wouldn't have enough funding to but Band-Aids. No one defied her.
Kagome could see Inuyasha sitting at the end of the section, cause he was new. And Mr. Vickers went down the line still, trombones, and percussion. " French Horn." no one stood. " You have no French Horn?!" he asked incredulously. " We'll just have to fix that. Baritones." Kagome was the only one to stand, " only one, okay be seated. Now will everyone pull out "All Star"." The whole room seemed to groan. He raised his hands to start. Oh God it sounded horrid, no one played together, and it didn't stop until Mr. Vickers yelled.
" STOP!!!" the room fell silent. " What was that?! My grandma plays better than that and shes 106, lives in a wheelchair, doesn't have any teeth, can't remember her name, and thinks she's a cat!" (Yes people he actually said that. or something close to it) he yelled waving his arms around madly. Oh yeah, this was going to be a good year, or so Kagome thought.
........
Slamming her locker, and hoisting her heavy pack onto her shoulder Kagome headed towards the South exit.
" Working at Blimpies can't be that hard. I mean it's only making sandwiches." Kagome pondered to herself, walking down the high way. There was an advantage to living on the crossroads. Most of all the shops were on the high way or on Main Street. So it was easy to find a job.
The shop was empty except for a few people eating. She walked up to the counter looking for someone who wasn't there.
" Hello can I help you?" Kagome turned around to see a girl, brown hair, which was in a high ponytail, and pink eyeshadow. Also she donned the orange and khaki Blimpies uniform.
" I'm looking for a job."
" Alright, had any other jobs before."
" Nope."
" Any felonies committed?"
" Not yet." Sango paused for a while.
" You're hired."
" What?!" Kagome asked. Not because she didn't hear what Sango said, but because she didn't believe what she said. (My tribute to Lemony Snicket) Kagome could've jumped for joy, she had a job, and they wouldn't go under. " Thanks Sango!" Kagome yelled, enveloping her in a hug.
" You report on Saturday." She choked out, running out of breath.
" Thank you so much!" Kagome dropped Sango like a hot potato, and ran out the door. After getting out the door Kagome exploded into a sprint. By the time she was on her street Kagome was walking, but went into a run once again when she heard, a scream, a crash, and a strange snarling sound. (In that order) Coming from her house.
The kitchen was a mess. Everything was wet, and slick. And her mom was on the floor with the table in her lap looking pale, and Souta was snarling and jumping at the ceiling fan, which Buyou was clinging to.
" Souta!" Kagome screamed grabbing Souta around the waist, and pulling the now thrashing Souta to his room. After coming back into the kitchen Kagome pulled the table off her mother so she could stand. " Are you okay mom?" she asked worried, her mom looked sick.
" I'm fine I just need to rest for little bit, you go to bed I'll clean up." Kagome gave her mom a sad smile, and shook her head. Her mom always did this, putting other things before herself.
" No, you should go to bed, I'll clean up." Kagome told her mom helping her up.
" How'd the interview go?"
" I report Saturday, at 10:00."
" That's good." Kagome's mom said just falling asleep on the couch, which was now her bed. Since her room had a whole in the ceiling for Souta's last accident, somehow he got in the attic. Kagome smiled down at her sleeping mother, how she loved her. If Kagome were ever to lose her. it was unthinkable.
It was only deep into the night between homework, and the kitchen was Kagome able to sleep. But even then it was denied. There was a distant thump, thump, thump. Against the wall, from the other side, but that was expected.
CRACK!
The on the other hand was not. The sound of wood splintering, and the slight twist of metal. Kagome rushed out into the hall to see Souta lurk out of his doorway, his door halfway on the floor in pieces. Her eyes widened as she saw him crawling towards the kitchen
Once again Kagome picked him up, and dropped him onto his mattress on the floor. The music once again filled the room; this time it was low tuned jazz. Souta's eyelids drooped, and a little drool fell from the corner of his mouth. He looked stoned. Kagome looked to the clock in the hall; it read 3:48 A.M.
" Souta this isn't fair." Kagome complained. She couldn't just leave him without a door. He would get out and hurt himself. Walking to the kitchen to get a screwdriver Kagome decided it best if Souta had her door.
When one is taking off a door, and putting it in another frame it is best to know how. The twisted broken door in Souta's frame was easy enough to take off, but her door was the trick. Going up on tipi toes Kagome undid the top screws, and with much effort removed the door from the frame. Wriggling into the hall her hands gripping the top of the door, her feet on each side of the bottom. If you would've been watching it would've looked like she was going to mold herself into the door.
With a small epp Kagome fell back taking the door with her. Much of her effort was spend getting the door off her. With her nose flat and her chest hurting Kagome went to the kitchen to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
Three cups of coffee and many, many bruises later Kagome laid down just as she shut her eyes the alarm went off. Kagome groaned starring at the empty space that used to be her door. No supper, no sleep, no peace. Changing from her meager PJs and into her- actually it used to be her fathers uniform.
Skirts were stupid, they were too short, and identified you as a small school girl. And boys uniforms were cheaper anyway. (I think)
............
" Alright class!" Mr. Vickers greated. " In five months we'll be going to contest, and the music I have for is, well heheeh no easy!" The class groaned, last period was supposed to be easy. " No everyone pull out. Ashford Celebration."
Mr. Vickers the music wasn't easy, Kagome smirked. Give her three nights alone with it, and it would be pie. Shippo though, his hands were mush by the end of the period. Kagome got herself lost in the rhythms, and melodies, she didn't even know it was time to leave.
Packing it all up Kagome took her akward brown case in hand and proceeded to leave the room, only to be stopped by Mr. Vickers.
" Kagome let me see you arm." Kagome shifted in place.
" Why?"
" I could see it from the front of the room." He claimed taking her arm in his hands. Lightly inspecting the bruises. " What happened?" She pulled her arm back, and answered.
" I'd rather not talk about it."
" If somethings going on at home, then-"
" A door fell on me." she snapped. It wasn't a lie.
" That's okay if you don't want to say." That's right no body had to know about Souta. All he needed was Kagome, His mom, and Gramps. Kagome lied to herself, walking out the door.
Sorry that took awhile! But please do review! Please? I'm telling you this fic is going to go places. So please review. Tell a friend, and have them tell a friend please.
