Screw being Preppy, I'm Punk
The battle of the Styles
Kagome's POV:
After dark fell, I eased my body out of Inuyasha's grip. He turned and looked at me. "Where are you going?"
I sighed. I didn't want to leave either, but Souta needed dinner. "My little brother needs me at home."
He looked dejected for a moment, but cleared it away. So as I left for the car, I clicked the alarm special. I had Miroku, a mechanincs genius program it so if I pressed a certain sequence into the alarm, it would play Evanescence when I pressed it. I waved to Inuyasha, and jumped in. I drove off, missing his arms.
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The next morning, I had a pleasant surprise from Principal Kaede. 4 new students had transferred from Tama High, and asked for me as a guide. When I rounded the corner, there stood my 4 punk friends. Sango, Miroku, Shippou and Kohaku. I grinned. Fishing my alarm keys out of my pocket, I pressed the button. The students all poked their heads out of the classrooms as my car, which I'd parked in the first space began blaring Evanescence into a mic. I grinned. Waving to Sango, I walked over. I guess Mirkou noticed me, because he ran up and clasped my hands in his.
"My fair Kagome would you bear my child?" I knew this question was coming, but he never had asked me. I froze mid-punch as Miroku crupled to floor unconscious. There stood Inuyasha, pissed as ever, with a scary expression on his face. Sango, Kohaku and Shippou were all standing there with various things mid-bash. Sango, her giant boomerang. Kohaku, his scythe sheath, and Shippou with his giant top. They all stared at Inuyasha, who was holding a giant sword. Sliding it back into his katana sheath, he walked over to me. "Can I kill him?"
I laughed lightly. "No, you cannot kill him. That's Sango's job."
As we all smirked, we watched as Miroku got up, and dazedly walked into the nearest restroom. As we heard shrieks and screams, Miroku ran out with several lumps on his head, while calling out various words of praise for their bodies. "Michelle, wait, your chest is so squeezable, I couldn't resist!"
We all collapsed onto the lockers laughing. As we were sobering up, Kikyou and her pack walked by. Shippou made a face and we all started laughing. Kikyou sneered, screwing up her already nasty face. "Listen up you little punk-"
At that I rolled my eyes. Cutting Kikyou off, I let out an overly-dramatic gasp. "Gee, ya think Kikyou? How could you ever tell I was a punk? Oh golly gosh. Well miss slut, if your quite done, I don't need to waste anymore of my time on you."
Turning on my heel, I abruptly continued my conversation, completely ignoring the sputtering Kikyou behind me. Letting out a shriek, you stomped up to me. "Listen you! I oughta run you out of town along with the rest of these freaks!"
Sango went to grab her boomerang, the Hirokatsu, but I held out an arm to stop her. "No, you listen Kikyou. I've got a proposal for you. How about a small wager. A gagathon. A prankoff if you will. 2 teams. 8 people per team. Most publicly humiliated team admits defeat in front of the school, and becomes the winners slaves for the next 3 months. You in?"
Kikyou looked to her friends. The pack nodded in unison. "I'm in brat. Prepare to lose! Hah!"
And with that Kikyou flounced away, her horde of fans following. And so it began. Prep versus Punk. The Battle of the Styles.
The battle of the Styles
Kagome's POV:
After dark fell, I eased my body out of Inuyasha's grip. He turned and looked at me. "Where are you going?"
I sighed. I didn't want to leave either, but Souta needed dinner. "My little brother needs me at home."
He looked dejected for a moment, but cleared it away. So as I left for the car, I clicked the alarm special. I had Miroku, a mechanincs genius program it so if I pressed a certain sequence into the alarm, it would play Evanescence when I pressed it. I waved to Inuyasha, and jumped in. I drove off, missing his arms.
*********
The next morning, I had a pleasant surprise from Principal Kaede. 4 new students had transferred from Tama High, and asked for me as a guide. When I rounded the corner, there stood my 4 punk friends. Sango, Miroku, Shippou and Kohaku. I grinned. Fishing my alarm keys out of my pocket, I pressed the button. The students all poked their heads out of the classrooms as my car, which I'd parked in the first space began blaring Evanescence into a mic. I grinned. Waving to Sango, I walked over. I guess Mirkou noticed me, because he ran up and clasped my hands in his.
"My fair Kagome would you bear my child?" I knew this question was coming, but he never had asked me. I froze mid-punch as Miroku crupled to floor unconscious. There stood Inuyasha, pissed as ever, with a scary expression on his face. Sango, Kohaku and Shippou were all standing there with various things mid-bash. Sango, her giant boomerang. Kohaku, his scythe sheath, and Shippou with his giant top. They all stared at Inuyasha, who was holding a giant sword. Sliding it back into his katana sheath, he walked over to me. "Can I kill him?"
I laughed lightly. "No, you cannot kill him. That's Sango's job."
As we all smirked, we watched as Miroku got up, and dazedly walked into the nearest restroom. As we heard shrieks and screams, Miroku ran out with several lumps on his head, while calling out various words of praise for their bodies. "Michelle, wait, your chest is so squeezable, I couldn't resist!"
We all collapsed onto the lockers laughing. As we were sobering up, Kikyou and her pack walked by. Shippou made a face and we all started laughing. Kikyou sneered, screwing up her already nasty face. "Listen up you little punk-"
At that I rolled my eyes. Cutting Kikyou off, I let out an overly-dramatic gasp. "Gee, ya think Kikyou? How could you ever tell I was a punk? Oh golly gosh. Well miss slut, if your quite done, I don't need to waste anymore of my time on you."
Turning on my heel, I abruptly continued my conversation, completely ignoring the sputtering Kikyou behind me. Letting out a shriek, you stomped up to me. "Listen you! I oughta run you out of town along with the rest of these freaks!"
Sango went to grab her boomerang, the Hirokatsu, but I held out an arm to stop her. "No, you listen Kikyou. I've got a proposal for you. How about a small wager. A gagathon. A prankoff if you will. 2 teams. 8 people per team. Most publicly humiliated team admits defeat in front of the school, and becomes the winners slaves for the next 3 months. You in?"
Kikyou looked to her friends. The pack nodded in unison. "I'm in brat. Prepare to lose! Hah!"
And with that Kikyou flounced away, her horde of fans following. And so it began. Prep versus Punk. The Battle of the Styles.