Disclaimer: Inuyasha isn't mine. End of story.
A.N: Hey! New story everyone ^_^! I know, a highschool fanfic. Yuck. I
PROMISED myself I wouldn't write one, but this plot has been bugging me for
the longest time, and I just couldn't help myself. Anyway, I'll try my
hardest to make this the BEST DAMNED highschool fanfic you've seen yet
(though that is highly unlikely). Anyway, I'm still going to be working on
"A Whole New World" for those who read it, this is just something I'll be
doing on the side. Anyway, unlike the aforementioned story, Inuyasha and
Kagome aren't going to take forever and a day to meet. If all goes as
planned, they'll either meet next chapter or chapter three. Anyway, enjoy!
A Slice of Life
Expulsion
A tiny, black revolver lay flat in his hand, completely invisible to those who did not seek it. He smirked at it, relishing in the power of controlling such a formidable weapon, then stealthily crept down the hallway, careful to avoid any stray guards. His midnight black hair seemed to shine in the shadows, contrasting the dull gray suit he wore to avoid any suspicion. If anybody caught him, he could just pretend to be a janitor. Though the school was incredibly skilled at setting up its defenses, its people were very ignorant. They wouldn't suspect a thing.
Slowly he crept toward his destination, ready to accept his long awaited prize. He wanted revenge for the one who had wronged him so, how dare she reject his advances? It wasn't that she was the first one to do so, as she definitely wasn't. It was the WAY she had done so, by turning him and his loyal companions in to the cops. To reject him was one thing, but to bring in his friends, let alone impose on his territory? That was quite another.
No, he wasn't going to shoot her, shooting a girl was too low, even for him. Besides, he'd find it much more pleasing to watch her suffer, watch her writhe in the discomfort of inquisition, the same injustice she had inflicted on him. Oh yes, revenge would be very sweet.
He grinned maliciously when he came upon his prize. Twisting the dial, he swung the locker door open quietly, making sure that no possible thud could be heard. He was so close now; he must finish the dirty deed.
He shoved his hand deep into the depths of the dirty locker, pushing the revolver behind the nearest thing he could find, so it would look as if it were hidden, but also easy for an unsuspecting principal to find. It wouldn't be overwhelmingly difficult; he had quite a few connections to the prestigious school. He'd get one of his former gang members to tip the principal off, he'd do it in fear of upsetting the great Naraku. Most people lived in fear of Naraku, and though she may not have been the first to stand up to him, she was certainly the first to take such a prominent stand in the matter.
Shutting the door as quietly as he had opened it, the man crept silently back down the hall, doing his best to avoid any possible human contact. It seemed that his plan went flawlessly, for he soon reached the entrance to the school and his gateway to safety. Carefully, he pushed the door open and shut it with every bit as much caution, then stalked off into the night, oblivious to the pair of eyes that followed his every move.
~*~
'Isn't it funny how, when everything is going perfectly, something seems astray? It's like I'm missing something, like this perfection wasn't right for me. There's some sort of hole inside that just won't let itself be filled, no matter how hard I try'.
"KAGOME!" a shout called from the distance. She recognized the voice immediately but did her best to ignore it, trying to stay focused on her train of thought. She really needed to think some things over today, the weirdest thing had happened earlier.
'I was just walking through the halls searching for Yuka, I swear that for the first time in forever, I actually wasn't trying to spot him at all. Yet there he came, walking up to me like we were old friends. It seems weird when you think about it; I actually don't know him at all...
"Hey Kagome! How's it been?" he smiled at her, his sandy brown hair highlighting his pearly white teeth. He was about as perfect looking as they come, maybe more so, but for some reason she wasn't fazed by it. No, it was his personality that attracted her to him. From what she'd heard and seen, he was a nice, sweet, considerate boy, which was exactly what she needed to recover from her recent experience with HIM. Actually she needed therapy, but he would do for the time being.
"Oh, everything's been going surprisingly well for me!" she grinned amiably up at him. "You?"
"Things are fine for me too!" he answered back, chipper as always. Kagome smiled shyly and looked around nervously, searching her subconscious for a topic of conversation. The awkward tension was growing, she could feel it enveloping them like a blanket. Come on, there must be SOMETHING she could say...
"So, ahhh, do you enjoy bubble baths?" she grinned lightheartedly, but mentally groaned. 'Smooth Kagome, now you're REALLY grasping at straws'.
It didn't faze Hojo, or at least he didn't show it. He gave her an enlightened smile for thinking of such an interesting topic and debated over his answer. "Yes, I actually love them! I remember once, when I was little, my father was giving me a bubble bath, and I actually spilled soapy water all over him! Hah, it was hilarious! We still laugh about that till this day!" he chuckled at the memory, and Kagome forced herself to laugh along with him, though the thought of Hojo in a bubble bath just really wasn't all that appealing to her. She shook her head, after all, it SHOULD be. He was perfect for her, everything she wanted. Nice, sweet, NOT violent, and...
...excessively dull?
"Listen Kagome, I think you and me really have a lot in common," he placed a hand on her shoulder, and Kagome uneasily let it remain there, though she debated the option of shrugging it off. Somehow, he was a little too close for comfort, though she'd been much closer with Naraku in the past (A/N: Yes, she's still a virgin lol), but something seemed, off.
"So I was wondering, would you like to go to the movies with me this Friday?"
Now THAT question had caught Kagome totally off balance. A DATE? With HOJO? Wow, that was an unexpected start to a normally monotonous Monday. How should she react?!
'Say yes, you twit,' a voice in her head nudged her. 'Come on, this is exactly what you wanted, right? You've had a crush on the boy for weeks, don't deny it! Say yes and watch that missing piece of your puzzle slide right into place. After all, things have been going perfect lately. You finally got rid of Naraku, your grade point average is higher then ever, and you're even getting along well with Souta! This will complete your picture!'
"Uhm, sure. That sounds delightful!" she forced out, as cheerfully as she could manage. 'Ugh, I KNOW something's wrong when I start to use words like "delightful"'.
"All right, I'll pick you up at seven then. Bye!" he turned and raced down the halls eagerly toward his Home Ec. class, leaving a stunned Kagome in his shadow. Wait a minute, he didn't even know where she lived!
Or... DID he?
With that disturbing thought, she ran off toward her first period class, totally in confusion over where her heart lay.
~*~
'I SHOULD be happy, shouldn't I? I've gotten what I've always wanted, the perfect life. Perfect friends, perfect family, and now the perfect boyfriend! So why do I feel so... incomplete?'
"KAGOME!" the scream came louder this time, and she forced herself to acknowledge it.
"Hey Yuka, what's up? Where's Ayumi?" she greeted with a wave of her hand, and Yuka waved it aside.
"Never MIND Ayumi, WHAT HAPPENED WITH HOJO?! The whole SCHOOL has been talking about it!"
"Word spreads that fast, eh?" she sighed, not feelings as pleased as she ought to with the general public knowing about the sudden new developments in her non-existent love life.
"Yes! I heard," she brought her voice down to a whisper, cupping her mouth with her hand to avoid any eavesdroppers. "I heard that you accepted a date with him," she looked up at her best friend with wide eyes, daring her to confirm the rumors. Kagome gave a shrug, then a brusque nod.
"Yeah, I did," she said a bit sheepishly, running a hand through her already untangled hair. "Kinda surprising, isn't it?"
"OOH KAGOME!" Yuka squealed, latching onto her friend in a quick hug. "THIS IS PERFECT! Hojo is the one for you, I just know it! He's everything Naraku WASN'T, you guys are like, the perfect match! OOH, wait till Naraku finds out!" she squeezed her eyes shut and stomped her small foot in glee. "This is great! I have to go tell Ayumi, later!" she released Kagome and ran off, intent on telling her companion the shocking news.
'What's gotten into her?' Kagome shrugged, then walked off toward her final period of the day, Study Hall. 'Good, now I can take some time to think,' she felt relieved, nobody actually cared what you did in study hall, so long as no maniacal creep went nuts and chucked bombs at everyone. Thinking was definitely allowed, though, and Kagome felt her spirits lift at such an opportunity. Taking her seat, she lay her head down on her desk, letting her thoughts turn in a million different directions.
'It just feels like, like this isn't where I belong. I don't mean because I'm not advanced enough to be here, though sometimes I wonder if that's true too,' she giggled at that. 'But I don't just mean academically, I mean, well, I'm not exactly sure what I mean. I just have this unmistakable feeling that I was never meant to be here, that this isn't where I belong. I've always felt this way actually, ever since mom gave me the astonishing news that I'd been accepted. Sure I was excited, heck, I was ecstatic! But somehow, it just didn't feel right. It still doesn't, but now that everything is basically perfect, the feeling's gotten worse,' she sighed gloomily into her forearms, oblivious to the constant nudges being administered on her shoulder.
"Ms. Higurashi?" an older female voice attempted to draw the girl out of her dreams, her voice layered with scorn. Why did everyone feel the need to use study hall as another version of kindergarten naptime?
"Ms. Higurashi!" the voice said, a bit more forcefully, causing said girl to jump out of her seat, embarrassment clouding her cheeks.
"Um, yes Ms. Isusaki?" she gulped nervously, her cheeks growing a bit red as a few heads turned toward her, staring her down. Most of the students just kept their eyes either shut or trained on some inanimate object, though she expected their minds were a million miles away, and she was thankful for that luxury.
"The principal wishes to see you. Bring your things, you won't be back before the end of the period," she stated bluntly, then turned back toward the front of the classroom. This new tidbit caused a few more heads to turn; after all, this school was pretty lax. People didn't get called up unless they had done something horrendous, minor offenses were to be dealt with by the teachers, who hardly even taught let alone disciplined.
Subconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, she strolled timidly toward the front of the classroom, swinging her bright yellow backpack across her shoulders as she did so. She did her best to ignore the prying eyes that followed her, though her steps quickened at the prospect of losing the interest of her fellow students as soon as possible.
'I wonder what I did,' she pondered to herself as she made her way toward the office. 'I haven't done anything ever since that incident with Naraku, and that wasn't even my fault, I didn't KNOW they were drugs. Besides, I turned him into the police for that, and things were already straightened out with the principal! That can't be it!' she solidified the thought in her mind. 'But then, what?'
She paused outside the office, her hand lingering on the polished doorknob. A lot of students who had entered here had come out with their heads down, ashamed of the crimes they had committed and upset with the outcomes. Kagome didn't really want to BE one of those people, especially seeing as she hadn't done anything.
'But I HAVEN'T done anything. That's the whole point! There's no way I could be in here for discipline!' with new resolve, she pushed open the door, timidly making her way into the room and sinking into a soft, satin chair. The material pricked at her skin a bit, but she could ignore it. Classy furniture never really appealed to her.
She had never seen the principal's office before, and she had to admit, it was pretty boring. A few crumpled certificates were hung over the neatly painted cream walls, and a wooden desk sat in the middle of it all, complete with laptop, bundles of papers, and a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Not exactly as elaborate as her expectations, but then, with an imagination like hers, not much ever was.
The chair opposite hers slowly spun around, and she imagined the villain from Inspector Gadget turning around in the exact same fashion. They actually looked alike, too, except the principal wasn't stroking a cat. That would've been TOO weird.
"Greetings, Ms. Higurashi," the voice said coldly, with a hint of professionalism. She shuddered at the voice, she was pretty sure she wouldn't like where this conversation was going.
"Uh, hi Mr. Goshinki sir," she swallowed, allowing her hands to rest in between her knobby knees and her backpack to shield her back from the discomfort of the chair. She did her best to appear innocent of whatever crime she had supposedly committed, then realized that feigning innocence would only make her look guilty. Unsure of what would make her look innocent; she contrived to look as nonchalant as she possibly could.
"I'm sure you know why you are here," he said just as icily, and she shook her head in earnest.
"Not really, no," she replied honestly, now REALLY not liking where the conversation was headed.
"Hmmm," the man twiddled his fingers, his cold, brown eyes lighting up. "So, care to explain this little treasure?" he held out his palm to her, and her heart leapt into her throat at the sight.
She was staring at a gun.
"M-Mr. Goshinki, what has this got to do with me?" she stammered, a bit terrified to tell the truth. Goshinki was an intimidating man at the best of times, and this was WITHOUT a revolver. Mr. Goshinki smirked at her.
"Don't try to play games, Ms. Higurashi, the gun was found in your locker".
"My-my locker?" she stuttered dumbly, trying to process the information. No, he couldn't have...
But he did.
"Mr. Goshinki, surely you don't believe it was me. It must've been Naraku, you know he has it out for me and-," she was cut off by the sneering principal.
"Naraku. He seems to be your excuse for everything, no? Come now, don't try to fool me. It's quite easy to piece together what happened. You felt guilty about what you did to that beloved Naraku of yours, so you denied your own fault in the matter and sought me out, trying to lay the blame on me and rid your conscience of the guilt. I do not fall so easily, Ms. Higurashi. You'll have to do better then that".
Kagome stared at him with a gaping mouth, her chocolate eyes brimming with tears. NARAKU, how COULD he? "Mr. Goshinki, you don't understand. It wasn't me, I swear, I don't even know where to GET a gun, let alone how to use one!" she pleaded desperately, with an offense like that there was only one possible punishment...
Mr. Goshinki's only response was a dark chuckle, thickened with waves of contempt. Kagome felt herself tense up as she awaited the words she dreaded more then anything, the words that she'd never even dreamed would be directed towards her. "Ms. Higurashi, you are hereby expelled from Shikon Academy".
'Oh shit...'.
A/N: Did you enjoy? No? Well you know what to do! (for those who are incompetent: REVIEW DAMNIT!) Hah, just kidding! ;-)....... I'll update A.S.A.P. Until then!
A Slice of Life
Expulsion
A tiny, black revolver lay flat in his hand, completely invisible to those who did not seek it. He smirked at it, relishing in the power of controlling such a formidable weapon, then stealthily crept down the hallway, careful to avoid any stray guards. His midnight black hair seemed to shine in the shadows, contrasting the dull gray suit he wore to avoid any suspicion. If anybody caught him, he could just pretend to be a janitor. Though the school was incredibly skilled at setting up its defenses, its people were very ignorant. They wouldn't suspect a thing.
Slowly he crept toward his destination, ready to accept his long awaited prize. He wanted revenge for the one who had wronged him so, how dare she reject his advances? It wasn't that she was the first one to do so, as she definitely wasn't. It was the WAY she had done so, by turning him and his loyal companions in to the cops. To reject him was one thing, but to bring in his friends, let alone impose on his territory? That was quite another.
No, he wasn't going to shoot her, shooting a girl was too low, even for him. Besides, he'd find it much more pleasing to watch her suffer, watch her writhe in the discomfort of inquisition, the same injustice she had inflicted on him. Oh yes, revenge would be very sweet.
He grinned maliciously when he came upon his prize. Twisting the dial, he swung the locker door open quietly, making sure that no possible thud could be heard. He was so close now; he must finish the dirty deed.
He shoved his hand deep into the depths of the dirty locker, pushing the revolver behind the nearest thing he could find, so it would look as if it were hidden, but also easy for an unsuspecting principal to find. It wouldn't be overwhelmingly difficult; he had quite a few connections to the prestigious school. He'd get one of his former gang members to tip the principal off, he'd do it in fear of upsetting the great Naraku. Most people lived in fear of Naraku, and though she may not have been the first to stand up to him, she was certainly the first to take such a prominent stand in the matter.
Shutting the door as quietly as he had opened it, the man crept silently back down the hall, doing his best to avoid any possible human contact. It seemed that his plan went flawlessly, for he soon reached the entrance to the school and his gateway to safety. Carefully, he pushed the door open and shut it with every bit as much caution, then stalked off into the night, oblivious to the pair of eyes that followed his every move.
~*~
'Isn't it funny how, when everything is going perfectly, something seems astray? It's like I'm missing something, like this perfection wasn't right for me. There's some sort of hole inside that just won't let itself be filled, no matter how hard I try'.
"KAGOME!" a shout called from the distance. She recognized the voice immediately but did her best to ignore it, trying to stay focused on her train of thought. She really needed to think some things over today, the weirdest thing had happened earlier.
'I was just walking through the halls searching for Yuka, I swear that for the first time in forever, I actually wasn't trying to spot him at all. Yet there he came, walking up to me like we were old friends. It seems weird when you think about it; I actually don't know him at all...
"Hey Kagome! How's it been?" he smiled at her, his sandy brown hair highlighting his pearly white teeth. He was about as perfect looking as they come, maybe more so, but for some reason she wasn't fazed by it. No, it was his personality that attracted her to him. From what she'd heard and seen, he was a nice, sweet, considerate boy, which was exactly what she needed to recover from her recent experience with HIM. Actually she needed therapy, but he would do for the time being.
"Oh, everything's been going surprisingly well for me!" she grinned amiably up at him. "You?"
"Things are fine for me too!" he answered back, chipper as always. Kagome smiled shyly and looked around nervously, searching her subconscious for a topic of conversation. The awkward tension was growing, she could feel it enveloping them like a blanket. Come on, there must be SOMETHING she could say...
"So, ahhh, do you enjoy bubble baths?" she grinned lightheartedly, but mentally groaned. 'Smooth Kagome, now you're REALLY grasping at straws'.
It didn't faze Hojo, or at least he didn't show it. He gave her an enlightened smile for thinking of such an interesting topic and debated over his answer. "Yes, I actually love them! I remember once, when I was little, my father was giving me a bubble bath, and I actually spilled soapy water all over him! Hah, it was hilarious! We still laugh about that till this day!" he chuckled at the memory, and Kagome forced herself to laugh along with him, though the thought of Hojo in a bubble bath just really wasn't all that appealing to her. She shook her head, after all, it SHOULD be. He was perfect for her, everything she wanted. Nice, sweet, NOT violent, and...
...excessively dull?
"Listen Kagome, I think you and me really have a lot in common," he placed a hand on her shoulder, and Kagome uneasily let it remain there, though she debated the option of shrugging it off. Somehow, he was a little too close for comfort, though she'd been much closer with Naraku in the past (A/N: Yes, she's still a virgin lol), but something seemed, off.
"So I was wondering, would you like to go to the movies with me this Friday?"
Now THAT question had caught Kagome totally off balance. A DATE? With HOJO? Wow, that was an unexpected start to a normally monotonous Monday. How should she react?!
'Say yes, you twit,' a voice in her head nudged her. 'Come on, this is exactly what you wanted, right? You've had a crush on the boy for weeks, don't deny it! Say yes and watch that missing piece of your puzzle slide right into place. After all, things have been going perfect lately. You finally got rid of Naraku, your grade point average is higher then ever, and you're even getting along well with Souta! This will complete your picture!'
"Uhm, sure. That sounds delightful!" she forced out, as cheerfully as she could manage. 'Ugh, I KNOW something's wrong when I start to use words like "delightful"'.
"All right, I'll pick you up at seven then. Bye!" he turned and raced down the halls eagerly toward his Home Ec. class, leaving a stunned Kagome in his shadow. Wait a minute, he didn't even know where she lived!
Or... DID he?
With that disturbing thought, she ran off toward her first period class, totally in confusion over where her heart lay.
~*~
'I SHOULD be happy, shouldn't I? I've gotten what I've always wanted, the perfect life. Perfect friends, perfect family, and now the perfect boyfriend! So why do I feel so... incomplete?'
"KAGOME!" the scream came louder this time, and she forced herself to acknowledge it.
"Hey Yuka, what's up? Where's Ayumi?" she greeted with a wave of her hand, and Yuka waved it aside.
"Never MIND Ayumi, WHAT HAPPENED WITH HOJO?! The whole SCHOOL has been talking about it!"
"Word spreads that fast, eh?" she sighed, not feelings as pleased as she ought to with the general public knowing about the sudden new developments in her non-existent love life.
"Yes! I heard," she brought her voice down to a whisper, cupping her mouth with her hand to avoid any eavesdroppers. "I heard that you accepted a date with him," she looked up at her best friend with wide eyes, daring her to confirm the rumors. Kagome gave a shrug, then a brusque nod.
"Yeah, I did," she said a bit sheepishly, running a hand through her already untangled hair. "Kinda surprising, isn't it?"
"OOH KAGOME!" Yuka squealed, latching onto her friend in a quick hug. "THIS IS PERFECT! Hojo is the one for you, I just know it! He's everything Naraku WASN'T, you guys are like, the perfect match! OOH, wait till Naraku finds out!" she squeezed her eyes shut and stomped her small foot in glee. "This is great! I have to go tell Ayumi, later!" she released Kagome and ran off, intent on telling her companion the shocking news.
'What's gotten into her?' Kagome shrugged, then walked off toward her final period of the day, Study Hall. 'Good, now I can take some time to think,' she felt relieved, nobody actually cared what you did in study hall, so long as no maniacal creep went nuts and chucked bombs at everyone. Thinking was definitely allowed, though, and Kagome felt her spirits lift at such an opportunity. Taking her seat, she lay her head down on her desk, letting her thoughts turn in a million different directions.
'It just feels like, like this isn't where I belong. I don't mean because I'm not advanced enough to be here, though sometimes I wonder if that's true too,' she giggled at that. 'But I don't just mean academically, I mean, well, I'm not exactly sure what I mean. I just have this unmistakable feeling that I was never meant to be here, that this isn't where I belong. I've always felt this way actually, ever since mom gave me the astonishing news that I'd been accepted. Sure I was excited, heck, I was ecstatic! But somehow, it just didn't feel right. It still doesn't, but now that everything is basically perfect, the feeling's gotten worse,' she sighed gloomily into her forearms, oblivious to the constant nudges being administered on her shoulder.
"Ms. Higurashi?" an older female voice attempted to draw the girl out of her dreams, her voice layered with scorn. Why did everyone feel the need to use study hall as another version of kindergarten naptime?
"Ms. Higurashi!" the voice said, a bit more forcefully, causing said girl to jump out of her seat, embarrassment clouding her cheeks.
"Um, yes Ms. Isusaki?" she gulped nervously, her cheeks growing a bit red as a few heads turned toward her, staring her down. Most of the students just kept their eyes either shut or trained on some inanimate object, though she expected their minds were a million miles away, and she was thankful for that luxury.
"The principal wishes to see you. Bring your things, you won't be back before the end of the period," she stated bluntly, then turned back toward the front of the classroom. This new tidbit caused a few more heads to turn; after all, this school was pretty lax. People didn't get called up unless they had done something horrendous, minor offenses were to be dealt with by the teachers, who hardly even taught let alone disciplined.
Subconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, she strolled timidly toward the front of the classroom, swinging her bright yellow backpack across her shoulders as she did so. She did her best to ignore the prying eyes that followed her, though her steps quickened at the prospect of losing the interest of her fellow students as soon as possible.
'I wonder what I did,' she pondered to herself as she made her way toward the office. 'I haven't done anything ever since that incident with Naraku, and that wasn't even my fault, I didn't KNOW they were drugs. Besides, I turned him into the police for that, and things were already straightened out with the principal! That can't be it!' she solidified the thought in her mind. 'But then, what?'
She paused outside the office, her hand lingering on the polished doorknob. A lot of students who had entered here had come out with their heads down, ashamed of the crimes they had committed and upset with the outcomes. Kagome didn't really want to BE one of those people, especially seeing as she hadn't done anything.
'But I HAVEN'T done anything. That's the whole point! There's no way I could be in here for discipline!' with new resolve, she pushed open the door, timidly making her way into the room and sinking into a soft, satin chair. The material pricked at her skin a bit, but she could ignore it. Classy furniture never really appealed to her.
She had never seen the principal's office before, and she had to admit, it was pretty boring. A few crumpled certificates were hung over the neatly painted cream walls, and a wooden desk sat in the middle of it all, complete with laptop, bundles of papers, and a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Not exactly as elaborate as her expectations, but then, with an imagination like hers, not much ever was.
The chair opposite hers slowly spun around, and she imagined the villain from Inspector Gadget turning around in the exact same fashion. They actually looked alike, too, except the principal wasn't stroking a cat. That would've been TOO weird.
"Greetings, Ms. Higurashi," the voice said coldly, with a hint of professionalism. She shuddered at the voice, she was pretty sure she wouldn't like where this conversation was going.
"Uh, hi Mr. Goshinki sir," she swallowed, allowing her hands to rest in between her knobby knees and her backpack to shield her back from the discomfort of the chair. She did her best to appear innocent of whatever crime she had supposedly committed, then realized that feigning innocence would only make her look guilty. Unsure of what would make her look innocent; she contrived to look as nonchalant as she possibly could.
"I'm sure you know why you are here," he said just as icily, and she shook her head in earnest.
"Not really, no," she replied honestly, now REALLY not liking where the conversation was headed.
"Hmmm," the man twiddled his fingers, his cold, brown eyes lighting up. "So, care to explain this little treasure?" he held out his palm to her, and her heart leapt into her throat at the sight.
She was staring at a gun.
"M-Mr. Goshinki, what has this got to do with me?" she stammered, a bit terrified to tell the truth. Goshinki was an intimidating man at the best of times, and this was WITHOUT a revolver. Mr. Goshinki smirked at her.
"Don't try to play games, Ms. Higurashi, the gun was found in your locker".
"My-my locker?" she stuttered dumbly, trying to process the information. No, he couldn't have...
But he did.
"Mr. Goshinki, surely you don't believe it was me. It must've been Naraku, you know he has it out for me and-," she was cut off by the sneering principal.
"Naraku. He seems to be your excuse for everything, no? Come now, don't try to fool me. It's quite easy to piece together what happened. You felt guilty about what you did to that beloved Naraku of yours, so you denied your own fault in the matter and sought me out, trying to lay the blame on me and rid your conscience of the guilt. I do not fall so easily, Ms. Higurashi. You'll have to do better then that".
Kagome stared at him with a gaping mouth, her chocolate eyes brimming with tears. NARAKU, how COULD he? "Mr. Goshinki, you don't understand. It wasn't me, I swear, I don't even know where to GET a gun, let alone how to use one!" she pleaded desperately, with an offense like that there was only one possible punishment...
Mr. Goshinki's only response was a dark chuckle, thickened with waves of contempt. Kagome felt herself tense up as she awaited the words she dreaded more then anything, the words that she'd never even dreamed would be directed towards her. "Ms. Higurashi, you are hereby expelled from Shikon Academy".
'Oh shit...'.
A/N: Did you enjoy? No? Well you know what to do! (for those who are incompetent: REVIEW DAMNIT!) Hah, just kidding! ;-)....... I'll update A.S.A.P. Until then!