Oh, Please!
Chapter Two
'Bad Day' is an Understatement.
I shoved the door to my house open and let out an exasperated sigh. Throwing down my overstuffed backpack, I walked into the dining room to find my brother and grandpa talking. They ceased their conversation as I entered the room and stared at me. Do you know how annoying it is to have your own family looking at you like some sort of one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater? (A.N. Heehee!! That was my Battle of the Books team name in 6th grade!)
"What?" I snapped.
"Sister, your clothes..." Souta pointed at my drenched shirt in amazement. I blinked at him and slowly looked down... to find my wet, white, see-through shirt and the pink bra beneath. As realization dawned on me...
"AHHH!" I quickly covered my chest with both arms and bolted up the stairs to my room. Leaning heavily against the closed door, I sighed and proceeded to change into fresh clothes. Today was not what I'd call the greatest day. First my alarm clock went off too early. Next, I fell asleep in history (I hate that class) and Ms. Kaede Onshi, the principal, gave me a lunch detention. Then, as the grand finale, I show off my bra to every innocent passerby. Wonderful!
"Ugggggh!!!" I grumbled as I smacked the back of my head against the door.
Homework...
After I got back up the stairs with my backpack and in my desk doing homework, my thoughts began to drift.
So... Inuyasha, eh? I wonder if he would've really torn me apart... He was pretty scary! And tomorrow... Oh, no. Tomorrow he'll be waiting for me. And what will he do? Kill me, that's what. How would I defend myself? I can't count on Sango-chan to be my bodyguard... maybe Miroku? Nah, he won't survive the day. Damn his lecherous ways! I wonder if he's conscious yet...
As my thoughts drifted on to this and that, I began to feel my eyelids sink over my dark brown eyes. I slowly left for dreamland, leaving my body still fully dressed for the day, hunched over in a way that would really kill my neck the next morning…
* * * * *
My mind soared back to my body, after having wonderful dreams about ramen and chocolate mushrooms, to find my chin was itchy. I scrunched my face back and forth to make the itching stop, but no matter how much I scrunched, it would go away.
Finally I swung the hand I wasn't laying on at whatever was itching me and-
"ACK!!" I shot up from my seat, looking around wildly. My chin was coated with shaving cream, and I knew the reason why…
"Souta? My dear, sweet brother?" I said, my tone dripping with false sweetness. I grinned a madman's grin. "To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?"
He looked at me innocently. "I was just helping you put on your shaving cream for shaving your beard! It's beginning to look a bit bushy."
"SooooooouTAAAAAA!!!" I leapt from my spot and lunged at his neck. "Ugh! GET BACK HERE!"
I followed him down the stairs, hot on his heels, into the kitchen, over the kitchen table (knocking over a few bowls of food and startling my grandpa) and almost into the living room, but my mother stopped both of us first.
"Kami-sama, what are you two doing?!" she demanded, crossing her arms firmly across her chest.
"Playing tag!" was Souta's immediate reply. He lunged at Buyo. "You're it!" And with that, he skittered up the stairs. Mother, grandfather, Buyo and I all watched the place where Souta disappeared upstairs in confusion and shock.
"He is odd… no?" I mumbled to mom.
"He learns it from the best!" she replied cheerily, as I gave her an I-don't-know-you look. She sighed and rubbed the back of her head. "I'll talk to him later…"
As I walked back through the dining room, my mom said one last thing;
"Oh, Kagome? You have shaving cream on your chin! You should wash that off!"
I gave her a blank stare and quickened my pace to get to my room. How can my mother be so dense?!
* * * * *
I approached the evil empire (my school) and sighed.
Another day… another torturous day… another evil, wretched, never-ending, idiotic, son-of-a--
"Kagome-chan! Oi!" I saw Sango waving at me from the front steps.
Oh, yes, my darling friend who happened to 'forget' to tell me that I was displaying my bra to everyone on the way home! I do remember getting some weird looks from strangers... Oh, that Sango!!
I gave her a dry look and walked away. She kept pestering me.
"Kagome-chan? What's wrong?" I laughed awkwardly.
"Oh, nothing! Just wondering, what color bra do you think fits me best?!" I screeched. And maybe a bit too loud, too. I was getting more strange looks. Someone even shouted 'Black! It's sexy!'
"Ohh…" Sango shifted uncomfortably. "Thaaat… yeah… I…" I turned to leave her to her babbling, but she quickly cracked.
"Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!!" She held up her hands in defense. "I wasn't thinking, really! I—I—well, hey! Be glad I knocked out Miroku for you, right?? You'd never live it down!" Her expression became hard. "Speak of the devil…"
Miroku trotted up to us with an innocent smile.
"Black, definitely."
Sango's fist twitched as she tried to constrain herself. It didn't work.
"IDIOT!"
**BASH**
Miroku stumbled back clutching his head in agony. Through all that pain, he put on a weak smile.
"Thank you," he said humbly. "I know your constant aggression is your way of expressing deep love--"
Oooh…that second hit has got to hurt. Yikes—that one too. Ohhh… and that third one looks like it's gonna bruise…
As soon as Sango was finished beating poor-but nonetheless perverted- Miroku, she turned to me as if nothing happened and we went about our day, as usual. That is… we would have…
Had not he shown up.
It was lunchtime, and Sango and I decided to eat outside. It was actually warm, for winter, and I remembered to bring my warm, fuzzy coat! We strolled out to the nearest picnic table and sat down.
As I prodded my macaroni, I heard a faint call from behind me. Although I couldn't hear it well, I knew it was the battle cry of a certain demon that wasn't even supposed to be near this school…
Inuyasha.
"Oi, Wench!" he cried in his ever so annoying voice. I twisted around in my seat to see him land a few feet behind me.
As others around us realized a demon was on school grounds, they panicked. Everyone scattered into school or went farther away to get a good seat for the show. The only people who actually stayed where they were Sango, a few stupid kids who didn't even see him come, a group of girls who swooned at his arrival, and of course, me. What is with those girls anyway?!
I gave him a cold look and went back to analyzing my food. Sango looked at me in disbelief. Hell, I looked at myself in disbelief! What made me so confident against this guy?!
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he shouted in my ear. With a 'you-dare-interrupt-me?!' expression, I whipped around to face him again.
"What do you want." It wasn't a question. He smirked as his hand flew to my macaroni.
"This!" And he shoved macaroni in my face. It seeped down my cheeks and with a plop! It landed on my nice, newly washed uniform.
Shocked to no end, I wiped the noodles from my eyes, stood and stared at the cocky bastard. He smirked in triumph.
"There's more of where that came from after school. You're gonna pay."
(Sango told me later that she could've sworn the cheese sauce on my head was boiling here.)
Just as he turned to leave I grabbed a fistful of that silky silver hair and tugged. He yelped and fell back, eyes wide in disbelief. To my pleasure, he gulped when he saw the color of my blood red eyes. I kept a firm grip on his hair.
"Cheese… in… hair… uniform…" I growled through clenched teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a crowd form around us. Not caring, I continued, and clenched my other fist. "You SON OF A--"
In one quick movement I released the grip on his hair and threw an uppercut into his jaw, sending him flying back.
"—THAT!!"
Odd thing was, a purple light was emitting from the cracks of my tightly formed fists. I momentarily wondered about this, but then Inuyasha caught my attention again.
He sprang up from his crashing point and rubbed his jaw. He screwed up his face in pain.
"That, HURT you bitch!"
"If you weren't so damn ARROGANT I wouldn't have HIT you!!"
"How can a human GIRL hit so hard?!" he mumbled to himself, still rubbing his cheek. Onlookers were getting daring and formed a closer circle. What really ticked me off was most of them were still staring at my hands. "Are you sure you're not even part demon?"
What's up with this?! Yeah, so my hands shed purple light… so what? Okay, it's not really usual in humans… and I just hit a demon and it actually hurt and…oh, shut up, mind!!
I shook my nagging thoughts from my mind and focused on 'him.' Hah! He was already recovering from the blow! The jerk.
Just then, Ms. Onshi ran out of the school. She looked angrier than me!!
"What is going on?!" she bellowed as she drew nearer to the fight scene. "Inuyasha, get back to your own school! Kagome, get in my office! We need to talk!"
I arched an eyebrow. She knew Inuyasha?
To my surprise, he obeyed, but not without giving me a final sneer. As soon as he was gone, Ms. Onshi grabbed my elbow and marched me into her office.
* * * * *
"I saw the whole thing," she said sternly from her cushy principal chair. Ms. Onshi's office is fairly large, about 200 square feet. It had a nice wooden floor, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, a door leading who knows where, and other dark-wood furniture. The main part of the room was her nicely carved, tidy desk with a big, black leather chair behind it; and behind the chair was a wall of windows, overlooking the school grounds. I sat in a less snazzy chair; an armchair with very detailed embroidery.
If you're thinking right now 'Wow, either the principal spends tons of the school budget on this or the school is just really rich!' then your second guess is right. This is a difficult high school to get into, but I'll tell you about that some other time.
She heaved a long sigh and looked me straight in the eye.
"The purple light—did you see it too?" I nodded. "I have seen others like you. Not many but… well, perhaps this will help."
She raised her open palm and rested it over a textbook lying on her desk. The same purple light I had seen earlier formed a little orb around the book and lifted it off the desk. I watched, wide-eyed, until she set it down in its rightful place again.
She glanced up at me and shortly said, "I'm one too." My brows furrowed in thought.
"But… why didn't this light show up before?' I asked.
"Firstly, these special powers always first crop up during puberty. Your body, although no machine at the doctors and no autopsy could know it, is different. You are still human—just part of a long line of mikos. I am too." I gasped at the thought.
Miko…
"But wouldn't that make my mother a miko too?"
"Let me finish. Depending on the family, the miko gene skips a number of generations. For me, it skips eight generations. Oh, and there was a second cause for these powers to emerge. When Inuyasha threatened you today, he must have made you extremely angry."
I smiled sheepishly and nodded. Luckily, she smiled back.
"During puberty, your emotions go on highs and lows. When a single emotion becomes strong, above all others, so does the power. From now on, you'll experience these things when you're overwhelmed with happiness, or beyond tears or," she paused and smiled, "when you what to kick the shit out of someone."
Well, that was a shocker. My principal just swore! …This is cool and creepy at the same time…
I formed a sneaky grin.
She sighed and shook her head in despair.
"I do have bad news."
I looked up with round eyes. …Bad… news?
"Because there were witnesses at the argument, there are people who know about your miko powers. This will probably mean…" she took a deep breath and sighed again, "you'll have to go to the demon school."
I gawked at her in shock.
"Th-the demon school?" I stuttered. No way this was actually happening! " But—but why?" She smiled at my sympathetically.
"Unfortunately, there are some pompous jerks out there who wouldn't want such a 'dangerous' girl to be in the same school as their perfect little angels. Don't worry too much. I'll keep an eye on your progress in school. If you ever have any trouble, tell me first. I can help." She got a thoughtful look. "I could always… yes, I suppose that could work…"
"Huh?"
"I have known Inuyasha since he was young. I often visited his parents. I could assign Inuyasha to be your guide around the school, if you like."
I gulped.
"Erm… not to be rude, but… you did notice that the argument was between he and I, didn't you?"
She chuckled, "Oh, he's not so bad. He talks tough, but he's quite sensitive on the inside. But don't say that to him, or else who knows what he'll do."
My eye twitched. Could someone ever be fond of that- that jerk?!
"Uhh, really, that's oka—"
"He is going to be your guide," she sharply, "and there's nothing you can say to change it." At the end her tone sounded stubborn and silly.
Well, this faintly reminds me of the story of my life… I have absolutely no control over it.
I hung my head in defeat. I don't think I'm gonna like it there…
* * * * *
I burst through the door and carelessly barreled into the living room.
"Mom!" I called. "Grandpa!"
I flew through the house like a half-crazed bat, to find them calmly sitting with Souta, sipping on tea in the dining room.
I plopped down to the floor and said through gasps of breath,
"Look at what I can do!"
I grinned like a child who had just learned a new trick and raised my hands over a plastic cup of piping hot tea.
Now was the tricky part. Kaede (she wanted me to call her by her first name) had shown me a few basics on how to do this, but I never actually tried, yet.
I scrunched my eyes closed in concentration and felt the bit of power form beneath my hand. To my pleasure, I heard a couple gasps from the family surrounding me. As I slowly lifted the teacup up, I felt the power waver. Wrinkles formed between my eyebrows as I focused harder.
"Ahh!" The teacup slipped out of place and crashed on the table, spilling hot tea all over the wooden surface.
Okay, so not the best item to practice on…
I sheepishly looked up at everyone, who seemed either cross, amazed or just confused.
"Heh… that wasn't supposed to happen…"
Souta looked up at me in awe, his eyes like saucers.
"Sis… That was so cool! Do it again! Over there! Can you lift me up? I wanna fly! Can you clean the table by lifting up the tea with your psycho powers? How do I get psycho powers? Tell meeeee!!"
I stared at him for a few seconds while ideas on how to react brewed in my head.
I smirked.
"Sorry, only I know how to do that in this family… and I don't think I want to teach you," I explained as I casually examined my fingernails.
Souta pouted, "Oh, please? Please please pleeeeeease--"
"Wait a minute! Kagome, you went to school today and somehow developed psychic powers?" my mother questioned. Psh. What a disbeliever.
"Psycho powers, mom," Souta corrected.
I ignored Souta and replied intelligently, "Well… er… yes…"
Grandpa stared at the table, deep in thought. We all noticed and waited for him to say what was on his mind.
"That must mean…"
We all leaned forward and nodded him on.
"That must mean they're teaching a lot more in school these days."
I promptly smacked my head on the table and left them to their dumb comments. Sometimes I wonder if I belong in this family…
* * * * *
As I lay in bed that night, thoughts buzzed through my mind.
"We must act quickly. If you stay at this school much longer, there may be a riot about parents banning you and what not," Kaede explained.
I gulped as Kaede continued, "Oh, and the press…" She rubbed her temples. "I don't expect them to know until tomorrow. You can choose to comment to them on the fight or just stay quiet. I would recommend commenting, otherwise they may get the wrong idea."
I nodded.
"You will meet with the principal tomorrow and enroll. From there, I'm not exactly sure what he'll want you to do…"
I sighed, crestfallen.
I still have to tell Sango and Miroku about this. I won't see them at the other school! On the way home, sure, but… it just won't be the same. And what if I don't make any friends? Heh. At least I know I can defend myself…
I pulled the sheets up to my chin and took a deep breath.
Tomorrow is gonna be a hectic day.
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Alright! That's chapter two! I hoped you guys liked it! And thank goodness it's longer this time… *sweatdrop* I'm gonna have fun writing this… *evil cackle* Well, good for you, I'm gonna write this whether someone is reading it or not, so HA. (But some reviews WOULD be a very nice little confidence booster! ^^; )
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