Hi, everybody! (Hi, Dr. Nick!) Welcome back to "New Life", the first
fanfiction ever to have a Shippo/Kanna relationship as the main romance. at
least, as far as I know. Anyway, I realized that I may want to speed the
day up a bit, since the last 3 chapters covered about 30 minutes of the
day. Not very fast, if you ask me. So, I'm not going to waste your time
anymore with pointless little things. unless I feel I need to. So, on with
the slightly sped-up story!
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Kanna's POV
Well, that was interesting. Shippo managed to show me around the school without trying to kill me. He only tried to spill some stuff he called "SSSL" on me. Of course, he didn't know how fast I react, and he wasn't anticipating to get it on himself. He was kind of pissed, and I could see why. The stuff stuck to him like super glue, it smelled worse than the Sewers of Paris, and it seemed to turn his skin and clothes a sort of greenish color, sort of like grass stains. Oh well, back to Social Studies.
I never got why they called it Social Studies. It's not like you learn social skills; you learn about people and events from the past, and ancient civilizations and how geography affected them, etc. So why the hell didn't they just call it history/geography and get it over with?
So, anyway, our teacher was this old guy with eyes that looked like one of those people from "Ripley's Believe It or Not", and had more wrinkles than a raisin. There was a guy sitting next to me, sleeping. The girl behind him was desperately trying to wake him up without alerting the teacher. I wonder if I should help.
"Hey," I whispered, "need help?" The girl looked at me, surprised.
"Who are you? And what do you mean by 'help'?"
"The name is Kanna. And I mean I can get him up without alerting the teacher."
"Oh. Would you, please? My name is Kagome, and this guy is my sleeping boyfriend, Inuyasha. Just one thing though: when he wakes up, he'll probably ,ake a commotion."
"Yeah, right." I did it the way I always wanted to do it; I put my hand over Inuyasha's mouth, then I pinched his nose. He almost immediately woke up, but my hand stopped his cursing. Well, I thought it did. But then our teacher, Totousai-sensei, came over to us.
"Inuyasha, were you sleeping again?" Inuyasha kept shaking his head, as if saying no more than once would help him.
"Oh, well. You know there is only one way for you to learn." Totousai took a giant blacksmith's mallet from out of nowhere and hit Inuyasha on the head. Inuyasha screamed in pain.
"What the hell was that for?!" Yelled Inuyasha. They entire class was now watching intently, as if waiting for someone to be clobbered.
"Temper, temper, Inuyasha. You are just like your brother was when he was in my class, except he was much more subtle."
"Never compare me to my asshole brother!"
"No cursing in the classroom, Inuyasha. I'm afraid you're going to have to stand outside with the buckets. Again."
Inuyasha muttered some profanities that would make a sailor blush. He took the buckets full of water and stood outside. Oh yeah, I need to get to know him better.
Kagome looked at me.
"Is he always like this," I asked.
"Oh yeah."
Just then, Shippo walked into the room, smelling of a strong-smelling cologne that reminded me of fruit-flavored candy. It would have been a pleasant smell, if it didn't mix with the SSSL, making the fruity smell seem very overripe, if you catch my drift. Also, his face was stained a greenish color, so it looked like he had dyed his skin, sort of like the Celtics of old Europe.
Needless to say, he looked pissed. I let a smile leak through at his discomfort.
Shippo's POV
I never thought I would have to use this stupid cologne, and it doesn't even work as well as I thought. Even though I smell a little better, I still smell like rotten fruit. Oh yes, I need to kill Kanna later. But what with? Oh well.
Let's see, next period is Band. YES! My first period away from the White Devil.
I walked in, and greeted Inuyasha, who played trumpet to match his loud personality, and Miroku, who played the flute, ironically enough. Actually, that's not true, most of the flutes were comprised of females. Go figure.
Let's see, new music. BOOOOORRRRIIINNNNGGG. This stuff is just so. stupid. It's no trouble, really. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm the best damn drummer in the band, and if anyone says otherwise, I've got a vial of SSSL with their name on it.
Anyway, on with the band stuff!
Kanna's POV
Hmmm. Not shabby for a high school. Lots of art supplies, even some hard to find stuff. I think I might have some fun with this.
Perhaps I should mention something. I love artistry, but painting and sculpture aren't the kind of art I like best. I want to draw mangas, but I have a slight problem. I'm a terrible writer, especially with comedy. To top it all off, I can't find anyone who's good to write for me.
Oh, shit. My art period just went to hell. That's right, the evil bitch from before, Kikyo, just walked into the classroom and took a seat. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me.
"Hey, you!" She noticed me. Damn it all. "You're the dirty whore from before, aren't you?"
"If that's what you want to call me, then yes, I am. After all, what's in a name? It's just a way of referring to things. For instance, I could call you a harlot, but that wouldn't bother you, right?"
She looked angry at me. Oh yeah, did I mention she had her entire prep squad behind her? Well, she does. She looked at me through narrow eyes.
"Don't you dare touch MY Shippo!"
"What, you think I'm actually attracted to him? You can have him, for all I care."
"You think I actually believe that crap? Just know this," she went nose to nose with me, "If I ever catch you with my Shippo again, you'll have hell to pay."
"Try me." Oh, weren't those the words that got me in trouble at least two dozen times before? Oh well, I don't mind having to beat up this bitchy excuse of a whore.
She launched a punch at me, which I dodged. Then, while she was overextended, I grabbed her arm and put her in a pin that could possibly dislodge her shoulder from its socket. Like I care, though.
She screamed like a banshee, and her cronies came after me. They each went down, in pain.
"Do you all give?"
"I think they do, Miss Hakido." I turned around, and a teacher who was fat, short, and reminded me of a flea was staring at me.
"Now, I'm sure they provoked you, so I'll just give you a warning. However, the next time you pull something like this, you won't get a warning. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Myouga."
Omniscient POV
Outside of the school, a figure in black with red pupils looked at the school building.
"Say hello again, Tokyo High, my alma mater."
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Now who do you think that is? Gee, I have no idea. Anyway, please review, flame me even. And remember to vote on your favorite villain in a review. The choices are:
Kouga
Naraku
Kikyo
Kikyo and Kouga
Kikyo and Naraku
Just to warn you, I may be taking Naraku out of the mix, since my first reviewer from my first story seems to want to be his girlfriend. How can I turn down a request like that? Well, with enough votes for him, I can, but that has to be one hell of a lot of votes. For Now, Ja!
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Kanna's POV
Well, that was interesting. Shippo managed to show me around the school without trying to kill me. He only tried to spill some stuff he called "SSSL" on me. Of course, he didn't know how fast I react, and he wasn't anticipating to get it on himself. He was kind of pissed, and I could see why. The stuff stuck to him like super glue, it smelled worse than the Sewers of Paris, and it seemed to turn his skin and clothes a sort of greenish color, sort of like grass stains. Oh well, back to Social Studies.
I never got why they called it Social Studies. It's not like you learn social skills; you learn about people and events from the past, and ancient civilizations and how geography affected them, etc. So why the hell didn't they just call it history/geography and get it over with?
So, anyway, our teacher was this old guy with eyes that looked like one of those people from "Ripley's Believe It or Not", and had more wrinkles than a raisin. There was a guy sitting next to me, sleeping. The girl behind him was desperately trying to wake him up without alerting the teacher. I wonder if I should help.
"Hey," I whispered, "need help?" The girl looked at me, surprised.
"Who are you? And what do you mean by 'help'?"
"The name is Kanna. And I mean I can get him up without alerting the teacher."
"Oh. Would you, please? My name is Kagome, and this guy is my sleeping boyfriend, Inuyasha. Just one thing though: when he wakes up, he'll probably ,ake a commotion."
"Yeah, right." I did it the way I always wanted to do it; I put my hand over Inuyasha's mouth, then I pinched his nose. He almost immediately woke up, but my hand stopped his cursing. Well, I thought it did. But then our teacher, Totousai-sensei, came over to us.
"Inuyasha, were you sleeping again?" Inuyasha kept shaking his head, as if saying no more than once would help him.
"Oh, well. You know there is only one way for you to learn." Totousai took a giant blacksmith's mallet from out of nowhere and hit Inuyasha on the head. Inuyasha screamed in pain.
"What the hell was that for?!" Yelled Inuyasha. They entire class was now watching intently, as if waiting for someone to be clobbered.
"Temper, temper, Inuyasha. You are just like your brother was when he was in my class, except he was much more subtle."
"Never compare me to my asshole brother!"
"No cursing in the classroom, Inuyasha. I'm afraid you're going to have to stand outside with the buckets. Again."
Inuyasha muttered some profanities that would make a sailor blush. He took the buckets full of water and stood outside. Oh yeah, I need to get to know him better.
Kagome looked at me.
"Is he always like this," I asked.
"Oh yeah."
Just then, Shippo walked into the room, smelling of a strong-smelling cologne that reminded me of fruit-flavored candy. It would have been a pleasant smell, if it didn't mix with the SSSL, making the fruity smell seem very overripe, if you catch my drift. Also, his face was stained a greenish color, so it looked like he had dyed his skin, sort of like the Celtics of old Europe.
Needless to say, he looked pissed. I let a smile leak through at his discomfort.
Shippo's POV
I never thought I would have to use this stupid cologne, and it doesn't even work as well as I thought. Even though I smell a little better, I still smell like rotten fruit. Oh yes, I need to kill Kanna later. But what with? Oh well.
Let's see, next period is Band. YES! My first period away from the White Devil.
I walked in, and greeted Inuyasha, who played trumpet to match his loud personality, and Miroku, who played the flute, ironically enough. Actually, that's not true, most of the flutes were comprised of females. Go figure.
Let's see, new music. BOOOOORRRRIIINNNNGGG. This stuff is just so. stupid. It's no trouble, really. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm the best damn drummer in the band, and if anyone says otherwise, I've got a vial of SSSL with their name on it.
Anyway, on with the band stuff!
Kanna's POV
Hmmm. Not shabby for a high school. Lots of art supplies, even some hard to find stuff. I think I might have some fun with this.
Perhaps I should mention something. I love artistry, but painting and sculpture aren't the kind of art I like best. I want to draw mangas, but I have a slight problem. I'm a terrible writer, especially with comedy. To top it all off, I can't find anyone who's good to write for me.
Oh, shit. My art period just went to hell. That's right, the evil bitch from before, Kikyo, just walked into the classroom and took a seat. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me.
"Hey, you!" She noticed me. Damn it all. "You're the dirty whore from before, aren't you?"
"If that's what you want to call me, then yes, I am. After all, what's in a name? It's just a way of referring to things. For instance, I could call you a harlot, but that wouldn't bother you, right?"
She looked angry at me. Oh yeah, did I mention she had her entire prep squad behind her? Well, she does. She looked at me through narrow eyes.
"Don't you dare touch MY Shippo!"
"What, you think I'm actually attracted to him? You can have him, for all I care."
"You think I actually believe that crap? Just know this," she went nose to nose with me, "If I ever catch you with my Shippo again, you'll have hell to pay."
"Try me." Oh, weren't those the words that got me in trouble at least two dozen times before? Oh well, I don't mind having to beat up this bitchy excuse of a whore.
She launched a punch at me, which I dodged. Then, while she was overextended, I grabbed her arm and put her in a pin that could possibly dislodge her shoulder from its socket. Like I care, though.
She screamed like a banshee, and her cronies came after me. They each went down, in pain.
"Do you all give?"
"I think they do, Miss Hakido." I turned around, and a teacher who was fat, short, and reminded me of a flea was staring at me.
"Now, I'm sure they provoked you, so I'll just give you a warning. However, the next time you pull something like this, you won't get a warning. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Myouga."
Omniscient POV
Outside of the school, a figure in black with red pupils looked at the school building.
"Say hello again, Tokyo High, my alma mater."
*!*!*!*!*!*!
Now who do you think that is? Gee, I have no idea. Anyway, please review, flame me even. And remember to vote on your favorite villain in a review. The choices are:
Kouga
Naraku
Kikyo
Kikyo and Kouga
Kikyo and Naraku
Just to warn you, I may be taking Naraku out of the mix, since my first reviewer from my first story seems to want to be his girlfriend. How can I turn down a request like that? Well, with enough votes for him, I can, but that has to be one hell of a lot of votes. For Now, Ja!
