Wats up everybody! I'm SOOOO happy! I have reviews! They like me, they
really like me! ("we are the champions" plays in the background) Sorry
for the delay with chap. 3, but exams have been CRAZY this week!! This is
actually my first fic that's mainly about Kagome. I wrote another fic about
Shippou, called Fox Magic. Read it when u can. For now, on with the fic!!
*Mmm. . . carrots. . .*
Chapter 3: Two Girls, Two Guys, and a Bike Shop
BRIIIIIIIIINNNG!!!! The alarm clock on Kagome's night table (is that one word or two?) rang loudly. Kagome rolled over uneasily. "Mmmm. . ." She looked at the clock. It was 7:45. "Oh no! I'm gonna be late!!" "Kagome!! You're going to be late to school! What's taking you?" Mrs. Higurashi called from downstairs. "I know! I'll be down there in a minute!" Kagome quickly ran into the shower, got dressed, and ran downstairs. She was definitely going to be late.
"Miss Higurashi. Late. . . again. You do realize that one more tardy is a detention?" said Mrs. Takeda, Kagome's boring math teacher. "Yeesss, Mrs. Takeda," Said Kagome through clenched teeth. "You may take your seat." She said dryly, and went back to writing some BORING equations on the board. Kagome sat in between Eri and Yuka. A second later, Eri passed Kagome a note that said:
Kagome. What's up? ^-^
(a/n: From this point on, whenever a note is passed, it will be displayed like dialog. I can't keep writing "Kagome wrote back" and "so-and-so wrote back". It just takes for EVER, and I'm LAAAAZY.^-^)
Kagome: Woke up late. . . again. Eri: Bummer. Buy a new alarm clock. Kagome: Aw shut up. Eri: Tee hee. Pass this to Yuka. Kagome: What's up, Yuka?
Kagome passed the note to Yuka while Mrs. Takeda was turned around. Yuka read it, then passed it back a second later.
Yuka: Nothing. BTW, I love your pendant!! Where'd you get it?
Kagome read Yuka's message and then touched her neck. The chain was still there. "I guess I forgot to take it off. . ." Kagome said to herself. She quickly wrote back to Yuka.
Kagome: Thanx. Got it off the internet. Yuka: Oh. (^_^)
Mrs. Takeda then started strutting around the room, as if she had been watching them pass the note the whole time. Kagome pretended to take notes as she passed. Thank God first period was almost over.
During lunch, Kagome was writing furiously. She was doing her homework, a report on Feudal Japan, at the last minute. Yuka and Eri chatted, and Yuka turned around toward Kagome, looking at the necklace. "Hey, Kagome, you never said that your necklace could light up, too! How do you get it to do that?" "Huh?" Kagome looked up from her homework. "What do you mean, 'light up'? My necklace doesn't do that." "Oh, yeah it does. . . it's doing it now." Yuka nodded toward the star. Kagome looked down, wondering what the heck Yuka was talking about. It WAS glowing. "Wow, it's never done THAT before," Kagome said, fiddling with the pendant. It stopped glowing soon after. Maybe the magic's kicking in, Kagome thought. What am I saying?! That's crazy! She thought, and went back to writing.
After school, Kagome stopped at the bike shop. Her bike had been broken, and she'd dropped it off there about a week ago. She opened the door and a bell jingled. "Uh. . . hello? Anybody here?" Kagome called, nearly tripping over a large wheel that had been sticking out of a rack. The shop was small, so it was pretty crowded in there. "HELLO!" Suddenly, the sound of something dropping and a person broke the silence. *BAM!* "Oww! Not, again, stupid tires. . .just a second!" Called a feminine voice. "Mr. Iwasaki?" (BTW, that's my fave Japanese last name. . . had to use it! ^-^) Kagome beckoned, advancing on the front counter. All of a sudden, a girl with long, black hair fixed in a ponytail (Guess who) popped up from behind it, scaring the living crap outta Kagome. "Yaa! What the. . . I mean, um, hi. Is Mr. Iwasaki here?" Kagome asked the girl. "No, but I am. I'm his daughter." She smirked. "My name's Sango. Dad had to take the day off, so I'm filling in for him. Did I scare you? Sorry. How can I help you?" The girl, as Kagome noticed, couldn't be any older than about 15. "Yes, my name's Kagome. I left my bike here a week ago, and Mr. Iwasaki said it'd be ready by today." "Oh, right, right. . . my father mentioned that a girl might come in here today. Higurashi, right?" "Yeah, that's right." Kagome said, nodding enthusiastically. "Mine's the pink bike with the basket." "Yeah, I think that's out back. Gimme a sec, and I'll bring it out for you." Sango turned on a dime (it was pretty crowded behind the counter) and left to get Kagome's bike.
A few seconds later, Sango emerged from the clutter, walking Kagome's bike toward her. "Here it is, good as new," Sango handed the bike over to Kagome. "What was wrong with it, anyway?" Kagome took her eyes off the bike and looked at Sango. "Oh. . . the tire popped. Needed a new one. So, what do I owe you?" " Uh. . . I'm not really sure. Tell you what. This one's on the house. . . if you'll be my friend." Sango smiled kindly. "Really? Thanks, Sango! Of course I'll be your friend! I was-" Kagome was cut off by another crash. The sound of a cat mewing in fright was heard. "Huh? Kirara, is that you?" Sango called out. "Kirara?" Kagome asked. A small cat with stripes and a bushy tail ran out and leaped into Sango's arms. "Those stupid tires never stay on the racks. Someone's gonna get hurt. . ." Sango muttered. "Aw, is that your cat? She's adorable!" Kagome cooed. "Thanks. . . you like cats?" Sango asked. "Yeah, I love 'em! I have a cat named Buyo at home." Kagome said earnestly. "Can I pet her?" "Sure." Sango held Kirara out, and Kagome reached to touch her warm fur. She was cut off again, however, by the sound of a bike or two (and no, I don't mean bicycle-I mean a motorcycle). "Huh?" the two said in unison, whirling around toward the door.
Two guys outside dismounted their motorcycles and took off their helmets. They walked into the shop. "Can I. . . help you?" Sango asked. "Yeah." Said the first one, his amber eyes locking with Kagome's then with Sango's. "My friend and I were wondering if you fixed motorcycles." The second one stepped up. "Hey, that can wait!" He strutted up to Sango. "Hiya, sweetie!" He threw his arm around her shoulder. "I need to ask you a little favor-" Sango winced. The first guy walloped him over the head with a wrench that was lying on the floor. A lump sprouted on his head. Kagome looked on, surprised. "You'll have to excuse Miroku. He has a tendency to. . . feel up on women when they least expect it." Miroku popped up. "Hey, Inuyasha, I was only kidding!!! I would NEVER hit on a woman I JUST met." Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I'll bet." Sango gave the two a strange look. "I take it you're Inuyasha. I'm Sango." She stuck her hand out, and Inuyasha shook it. Kagome, who'd been standing there for the past twenty minutes, elbowed Sango's side. "Oops! Sorry, Kagome. This is my friend Kagome." Inuyasha shook Kagome's hand. "Nice to meet you, Kagome. You can call me Inuyasha." He winked at her cutely, and then turned back to Sango. Kagome blushed furiously. Miroku popped up suddenly. "-and you can call ME Honey!" He grabbed Kagome's waist. Sango, Inuyasha, and Kagome sweat dropped. Inuyasha whacked him one again, and sighed. "Sorry about that. Like I said, he's a woman-crazy kinda guy." "T-that's okay," Kagome said, eyeing Inuyasha. "Well, I'd better go," she said, grabbing her bike. "See ya, Sango." Kagome walked out of the door with her bike. "Bye, Kagome." Sango called. "Yeah, see you around, Kagome." Inuyasha said. Kagome blushed, and got on her bike, riding off toward home.
I know, it was a cliffie. . . kinda. Sorry if this chapter was a bit long. . . I haven't written in a while. I'm saving the good stuff for chapter four. Did Inuyasha seem a little OOC? If so, bear with me, please. Stay tuned, loyal readers. Next time on "Make a Wish, Kagome!" Chapter 4! See ya soon!
Chapter 3: Two Girls, Two Guys, and a Bike Shop
BRIIIIIIIIINNNG!!!! The alarm clock on Kagome's night table (is that one word or two?) rang loudly. Kagome rolled over uneasily. "Mmmm. . ." She looked at the clock. It was 7:45. "Oh no! I'm gonna be late!!" "Kagome!! You're going to be late to school! What's taking you?" Mrs. Higurashi called from downstairs. "I know! I'll be down there in a minute!" Kagome quickly ran into the shower, got dressed, and ran downstairs. She was definitely going to be late.
"Miss Higurashi. Late. . . again. You do realize that one more tardy is a detention?" said Mrs. Takeda, Kagome's boring math teacher. "Yeesss, Mrs. Takeda," Said Kagome through clenched teeth. "You may take your seat." She said dryly, and went back to writing some BORING equations on the board. Kagome sat in between Eri and Yuka. A second later, Eri passed Kagome a note that said:
Kagome. What's up? ^-^
(a/n: From this point on, whenever a note is passed, it will be displayed like dialog. I can't keep writing "Kagome wrote back" and "so-and-so wrote back". It just takes for EVER, and I'm LAAAAZY.^-^)
Kagome: Woke up late. . . again. Eri: Bummer. Buy a new alarm clock. Kagome: Aw shut up. Eri: Tee hee. Pass this to Yuka. Kagome: What's up, Yuka?
Kagome passed the note to Yuka while Mrs. Takeda was turned around. Yuka read it, then passed it back a second later.
Yuka: Nothing. BTW, I love your pendant!! Where'd you get it?
Kagome read Yuka's message and then touched her neck. The chain was still there. "I guess I forgot to take it off. . ." Kagome said to herself. She quickly wrote back to Yuka.
Kagome: Thanx. Got it off the internet. Yuka: Oh. (^_^)
Mrs. Takeda then started strutting around the room, as if she had been watching them pass the note the whole time. Kagome pretended to take notes as she passed. Thank God first period was almost over.
During lunch, Kagome was writing furiously. She was doing her homework, a report on Feudal Japan, at the last minute. Yuka and Eri chatted, and Yuka turned around toward Kagome, looking at the necklace. "Hey, Kagome, you never said that your necklace could light up, too! How do you get it to do that?" "Huh?" Kagome looked up from her homework. "What do you mean, 'light up'? My necklace doesn't do that." "Oh, yeah it does. . . it's doing it now." Yuka nodded toward the star. Kagome looked down, wondering what the heck Yuka was talking about. It WAS glowing. "Wow, it's never done THAT before," Kagome said, fiddling with the pendant. It stopped glowing soon after. Maybe the magic's kicking in, Kagome thought. What am I saying?! That's crazy! She thought, and went back to writing.
After school, Kagome stopped at the bike shop. Her bike had been broken, and she'd dropped it off there about a week ago. She opened the door and a bell jingled. "Uh. . . hello? Anybody here?" Kagome called, nearly tripping over a large wheel that had been sticking out of a rack. The shop was small, so it was pretty crowded in there. "HELLO!" Suddenly, the sound of something dropping and a person broke the silence. *BAM!* "Oww! Not, again, stupid tires. . .just a second!" Called a feminine voice. "Mr. Iwasaki?" (BTW, that's my fave Japanese last name. . . had to use it! ^-^) Kagome beckoned, advancing on the front counter. All of a sudden, a girl with long, black hair fixed in a ponytail (Guess who) popped up from behind it, scaring the living crap outta Kagome. "Yaa! What the. . . I mean, um, hi. Is Mr. Iwasaki here?" Kagome asked the girl. "No, but I am. I'm his daughter." She smirked. "My name's Sango. Dad had to take the day off, so I'm filling in for him. Did I scare you? Sorry. How can I help you?" The girl, as Kagome noticed, couldn't be any older than about 15. "Yes, my name's Kagome. I left my bike here a week ago, and Mr. Iwasaki said it'd be ready by today." "Oh, right, right. . . my father mentioned that a girl might come in here today. Higurashi, right?" "Yeah, that's right." Kagome said, nodding enthusiastically. "Mine's the pink bike with the basket." "Yeah, I think that's out back. Gimme a sec, and I'll bring it out for you." Sango turned on a dime (it was pretty crowded behind the counter) and left to get Kagome's bike.
A few seconds later, Sango emerged from the clutter, walking Kagome's bike toward her. "Here it is, good as new," Sango handed the bike over to Kagome. "What was wrong with it, anyway?" Kagome took her eyes off the bike and looked at Sango. "Oh. . . the tire popped. Needed a new one. So, what do I owe you?" " Uh. . . I'm not really sure. Tell you what. This one's on the house. . . if you'll be my friend." Sango smiled kindly. "Really? Thanks, Sango! Of course I'll be your friend! I was-" Kagome was cut off by another crash. The sound of a cat mewing in fright was heard. "Huh? Kirara, is that you?" Sango called out. "Kirara?" Kagome asked. A small cat with stripes and a bushy tail ran out and leaped into Sango's arms. "Those stupid tires never stay on the racks. Someone's gonna get hurt. . ." Sango muttered. "Aw, is that your cat? She's adorable!" Kagome cooed. "Thanks. . . you like cats?" Sango asked. "Yeah, I love 'em! I have a cat named Buyo at home." Kagome said earnestly. "Can I pet her?" "Sure." Sango held Kirara out, and Kagome reached to touch her warm fur. She was cut off again, however, by the sound of a bike or two (and no, I don't mean bicycle-I mean a motorcycle). "Huh?" the two said in unison, whirling around toward the door.
Two guys outside dismounted their motorcycles and took off their helmets. They walked into the shop. "Can I. . . help you?" Sango asked. "Yeah." Said the first one, his amber eyes locking with Kagome's then with Sango's. "My friend and I were wondering if you fixed motorcycles." The second one stepped up. "Hey, that can wait!" He strutted up to Sango. "Hiya, sweetie!" He threw his arm around her shoulder. "I need to ask you a little favor-" Sango winced. The first guy walloped him over the head with a wrench that was lying on the floor. A lump sprouted on his head. Kagome looked on, surprised. "You'll have to excuse Miroku. He has a tendency to. . . feel up on women when they least expect it." Miroku popped up. "Hey, Inuyasha, I was only kidding!!! I would NEVER hit on a woman I JUST met." Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I'll bet." Sango gave the two a strange look. "I take it you're Inuyasha. I'm Sango." She stuck her hand out, and Inuyasha shook it. Kagome, who'd been standing there for the past twenty minutes, elbowed Sango's side. "Oops! Sorry, Kagome. This is my friend Kagome." Inuyasha shook Kagome's hand. "Nice to meet you, Kagome. You can call me Inuyasha." He winked at her cutely, and then turned back to Sango. Kagome blushed furiously. Miroku popped up suddenly. "-and you can call ME Honey!" He grabbed Kagome's waist. Sango, Inuyasha, and Kagome sweat dropped. Inuyasha whacked him one again, and sighed. "Sorry about that. Like I said, he's a woman-crazy kinda guy." "T-that's okay," Kagome said, eyeing Inuyasha. "Well, I'd better go," she said, grabbing her bike. "See ya, Sango." Kagome walked out of the door with her bike. "Bye, Kagome." Sango called. "Yeah, see you around, Kagome." Inuyasha said. Kagome blushed, and got on her bike, riding off toward home.
I know, it was a cliffie. . . kinda. Sorry if this chapter was a bit long. . . I haven't written in a while. I'm saving the good stuff for chapter four. Did Inuyasha seem a little OOC? If so, bear with me, please. Stay tuned, loyal readers. Next time on "Make a Wish, Kagome!" Chapter 4! See ya soon!
