Coed Sortilege
Chapter Two
From Casual To Supernatural
Kikyou stares at Yura in pure bewilderment. "What are you implying? I'm about to realize something that'll ultimately alter my life?" She was still a bit frightened due to the fact that Yura was now a human and yet, she was compelled to hear more of what she was talking about.
The seemingly mischievous girl replied. "You shouldn't be afraid, Kiki. Allow me to walk you through this." She pointed to a mirror behind her a few feet away. "Could you come over here for a moment?"
Kikyou hesitantly obliged as she slowly rose from the chair and proceeded forth to the mirror. Once she was within range and saw her reflection, she yelped in shock. She saw her reflection but something was obviously wrong! Her image wore an elegant, midnight black gown that revealed her shapely contours and it sprawls out to the ground like a carpet. On her face were makeup; lavender kohl on her brows and black lipstick on her rose pink lips. "What's the meaning of this?" She griped. "And what's with this hat?" She reaches over her head to grasp the 'hat' but it really wasn't there.
"Don't cha get it? The dress, the eyeliner, and the long black hat?" Yura hinted. "What does all that add to?"
"Eh?" She returned her gaze to her own image before her. She was surprised that her reflection didn't move along with her. She quickly looks down on herself and sighed in relief when she realized she still had on her blue shirt, cargo jeans and sneakers.
Yura grew impatient. "KIKYOU!!"
"What!?"
"What does your reflection before you portray?"
"A sorceress." She finally answered and, at that moment, shock filled her very being. "Oh my god… I-I'm a sorceress?" She queried uncertainly. "No… this is ludicrous…" She nodded her head defiantly.
The grin on Yura's face grew. "Well folks… we have a winner."
"No. This must be some kind of mistake." She complained. "A dream… It must be a dream." She pinches herself on her chest and winced. "Ouch, it's not."
"Kik-chan, you dare deny your inheritance?" Yura grilled. "I guess you didn't expect any of this to happen didn't you?"
"Why no. I was raised as a shrine priestess."
"I see." Yura considered. "Well tell me this? There's a connection to it all. Your unusual clairvoyance; how it seems to rain when you're sad; aunt Atsuko; your purifying powers; the fondness with your hanyou friend; the fact that you only wear lavender colored underwear…"
"What does that have to do with anything?" She inquired suspiciously. Then she gasped. "You mean that Aunty is a sorceress as well? She didn't tell me anything about this, nor did Mother."
"Yes. Atsuko knew all about this every since the day you were born." Yura elucidated. "Your mother knew this as well but she didn't inherit any sorceress powers."
"After all these years…" Sighed Kikyou. "Twenty one years of living I was oblivious to it all… and no one said a thing. Yet, somehow I knew that there's more to life than what I see before my eyes."
"Your mother decided that you were better off discovering your legacy on your own."
"I don't suppose that there's a long history to this isn't there?" Kikyou queried hopefully. She was anxious to hear a history lesson. "I wonder if Kaede is a sorceress as well?"
"Little Kaede? Hmm… I'm not too certain about her." Yura ruminated. "Maybe she isn't a sorceress but if she is it's likely that her powers would awaken in her mid thirties." Her eyes wondered off, as if she was trying to avoid something.
"I assume that you don't know much about the history?" Kikyou pressed.
"Umm… no…"
"You could of told me so, sincerely." Kikyou chided. "It looks like Aunty will have to explain it to me." She proceeds to exit the basement. Her Aunt had a lot of explaining to do.
"Kiki, wait!" Yura exclaimed. All of a sudden Kikyou's body seems to be a little hard headed. Her body ignored her every whim to saunter forward but it refused. Quite unexpectedly, she was lifted slightly off her feet and slowly levitated back to the basement floors. She shot Yura a bemused stare. "Oh. So you thought that I was lying about it all didn't you?"
"Of course I did." Kikyou replied solemnly.
Yura clicked her tongue. "For shame Kiki…"
"I mean, how can I be a sorceress?" She beseeched. "I always thought that I was a miko, an unusual one at that."
"So you thought that I was a cat youkai?" Yura asked with another smirk.
"Yea…"
"I thought so." Yura confirmed. "If you were any other miko you'll certainly try to purify me and thus regress me to an ordinary cat." She preened her hair and mewed. "But you on the other hand, consider some youkai good creatures. Besides, do I recall that you dated a hanyou?"
"Yes I did." She confessed. "His name was Inuyasha. As a matter of fact I haven't seen him in years until today." Her face went into a blush and her hands cupped her cheeks sheepishly as she attempts to hide it. "Inuyasha…"
"Whoa! So that means that you two had a reunion, correct?"
"It feels so good to see him again." Kikyou cooed. "And wouldn't you believe it, he's still a great kisser and the way his- Ooh. That's enough for the details. I'm revealing too much."
Yura snapped her fingers. "Damn. Almost."
"You know that inquisitiveness is going to get you no where." She chided. Then her brows lowered. "What goes on between me and him is none of your business." Her eyes narrowed this time. "And how in the world do you know that I like to wear purple underwear?"
Yura scoffed. "Oh please, the second night you were here you was sleepwalking to the kitchen with a romance novel in your hand." She frowned this time. "Good thing you had on pajamas even though they were too big for you."
"You must've been looking mighty hard…"
"Actually, no humans are free from the eyes of a cat." Yura stated seriously. "But I will not go into details about that."
"Compulsive liar…" Kikyou grumbled.
"Anyway! Is tonight's college night?" Yura bounced. "Maybe we should go out and have a little fun. You know, loosening up a bit, communicating with friends, flirting with college boys. Besides I know that you are willing to try out any of your magical powers."
"That's right." Kikyou considered. "I may prove amusing. Okay, instruct me."
"Okay. It's going to go like a meditation, but right now concentrate on a sorceress' means of transportation."
"It's like meditation right?"
"Right. Only focusing on a means of magical transportation." Yura assured.
"Here goes." She closed her eyes as she went into rumination. Due to the fact that she was raised as a miko she was quite familiar with the process. Her senses temporarily fell into oblivion… only her thoughts were her guide and light. She searched the abyss for an answer to such a simple question.
"Kikyou…" Yura tilted her head to her left uncertainly.
Kikyou's eyes suddenly flutter open. "Present."
"Well are you ready to roll?"
"Why yes I am." Kikyou smiled. A broom suddenly walked down the stairs and approached her. Yura slapped her forehead in annoyance. "So what do you think?"
She couldn't be serious. "Two words, Kikyou: CLI-CHE!! Damn, girl, this is the twenty first century not the Dark Ages."
"True. True. But riding a broom seems to be a lot of fun." Kikyou grinned. "Sorry little fellow but you're not needed." The broom whimpered and left the basement in a downcast manner. "Yura. You hurt it's feelings."
"It'll be alright. Hold on a sec." She begins to spin in place, violently like a twister. Kikyou grimaced as the room was suddenly filled with mist. She reappeared again as the mist disappeared with a different appearance. Kikyou gaped at her. Yura had on a funny looking chicken costume. Upon looking down on herself she gasped.
"Oops! Wrong choice of clothing."
She became a twister again.
She reappeared as a private schoolgirl with a much too taut blouse and a much too short skirt. On her legs were hoses and copper colored loafers. The funny thing was that she was chomping on bubble gum in a funny way.
"Damn. Wrong again."
She spins once more.
She reappeared as a nun, only having her face revealed.
"Another mistake."
Kikyou muttered. "Take your time…"
She spins… again!
This time she appears to be in clothes for dieting. She had on an overly large shirt and a pair of biker shorts.
"Ah, hell nah!!"
"Should've taken the broom." Kikyou mused.
She appeared as a prisoner along with the infamous chain gain uniform.
"This is getting old."
"I know." Kikyou sighed. "Would you do like you told me, just concentrate on what you want to wear."
And finally…
"Perfect! This is just perfect!" Yura squealed. She had on her desired outfit, a blue hostler top and black Capri pants. Though her choice of clothes had to be questioned.
"You're satisfied now?" Kikyou yawned.
"Hey? Do these Capri pants make my butt look big?" Yura beckoned. "Please be honest."
"You shouldn't be asking me any questions like that!" Kikyou scolded. "Do you actually think that I'm a player on the other team?" Her face went into a scowl. "I'm not a man you know."
"Aw phooey! What if my butt starts to break out of the seams." Whined Yura. (A/N: I seen it happened. That's really embarrassing from what I can guess. Not that I'm a pervert or anything.)
"Yura! Let's just depart and get this night over with." She made her way back up the stairs.
Yura lolled her tongue at Kikyou behind her back. "Nerd…"
* * *
"Yea, we'll meet cha there in about another hour." Inuyasha spoke into the phone. "It'll be me, Miroku, and probably Renkotsu."
The woman on the other end of the line spoke to him dearly.
"Love you too." He said, this time significantly lower. "No. I wasn't joking around about that. Keh. If you say so. Huh? Okay, bye."
'What a woman!' He thought with a blush.
Miroku entered the room right after he hung the phone up. His companion was already dressed and ready to go out for the night. "Inuyasha when are you planning to head out tonight?"
He nonchalantly threw a dart at a target on the wall. "I'll be ready to go in about another hour. If you decide to go on without me, don't worry. I'll catch up with you later." Miroku sighed and notices a group of photos on his pal's desk. He gave them a glimpse. The first set of photos was of himself, Inuyasha, the campus, most of the coeds, and etc.
"Most of these are from the last semester." Said Miroku. "I miss it already. We had so many blonde coeds at the time."
The hanyou said nothing. He only nodded as he continues to chunk darts at the faraway target. His eyes took on a dreamy look as he lays on the couch quite lazily. Miroku resumes in peering at the photos. This time the set mostly contained photos of him, female students, foreign women, pictures of him surrounded by women…
… And several fortunate pictures of a certain girl's underwear when she wore different skirts everyday. The girl constantly had to punish him for it but it was worth it. He was thankful to be still alive (poor, poor Ayumi. Having to endure through his lecherous antics.). Obviously the set of photos were his doing.
"Ayumi, man what a nice figure she have. She matured a lot every since her high school years." He sighed. "She even wore thongs often. Goodness gracious!" Inuyasha sat up from the couch with a snort. He displayed a goofy grin on his features looking as though he remembers something very funny went down between him and the said girl.
"Boy did that girl had you going crazy." He guffawed. " I though that you would had enough of the ass whooping she'd been giving you all those years." Miroku blushed as he recollected a vivid memory.
"I've always adored her innocent beauty… and admired her surprising strength. Ouch!" He glances towards Inuyasha. "Say Inuyasha, did you remember the time when we at her friend's birthday party two years ago?"
Inuyasha gave a thought then snorted. "Oh damn. That party."
A blissful look formed on his face. "We always did had a crush on each other." He said as he closed his eyes, wondering off in nostalgia. "At Yuka's party she told me that she had something that she would like to confess to me…"
Inuyasha's eyes widened in surprise. "She did? After all that time I thought all she did was ignored and dissuade you."
"Not completely true." He nodded. "Because of Ayumi, I damn near gave up on being the lecher that I am. You see, Ayumi definitely had feelings for me…"
The hanyou finds this unreleased story interesting. He always did know Ayumi every since he moved to Tokyo but he never knew the fact that she likes Miroku in return. "Go on…"
"During the lakeside party we headed out to the pond during that night. Alone…
Inuyasha smiled anxiously. "Oh shit! Flashback."
* * *
"I love the starry evening skies." Ayumi sighed with a dreamy look. "It's so beautiful. On nights like these I can think much clearer. I can easily speak my mind without the slightest remorse."
"I see what you mean Ayumi." Miroku nodded in agreement. "The night is young and tranquil and I have an obvious feeling that something's bad is bound to happen." He became slightly nervous, wonder why she asked him to accompany her to lake side all of a sudden. "Say, Ayumi shouldn't we be on our way back to Yuka's party?"
The lovely wavy haired girl gave him an incredulous look. "What? You've been watching a lot of horror movies lately? Miroku-kun, isn't this what you have always wanted to do with me? Spending time alone and gazing at the beautiful night skies along with sharing our thoughts?"
Miroku fidgeted unbelievingly at her statement. "So? It finally dawned on you that I really like you?" He stated in a surprisingly controlled tone. "Isn't it the reason why we're out here?"
Ayumi nodded. "Yes. It's obvious isn't it?" She rests her chin into her hands as she gazes at him. "The looks you've been giving me every time I come around you. The way you constantly wave at me even though you see me approximately twenty times a day. Those times when I was training in the weight room for the track team you used to come in there and try to bench press three hundred twenty-five pounds trying to impress me."
(A/N 325 LBS was the most I'd ever bench pressed and that was me in my prime. Right now I couldn't do it now. I'm as weak as a kitten. I'm actually struggling with 250LBS)
Miroku laughed at the memory. "Yeah, I nearly killed myself in the process. Plus your coach cursed me so much about that, she would make a trooper giddy."
"Yeah. Coach Ukyo was quite a lady. She's a health zealot but she really know how to whip up some good pizza." Ayumi chuckled. " I realized that you had one hell of a fancy for me. A kind of fancy that couldn't be ignored."
"Indeed. All true." Miroku breathe as he lazily picks up a shore pebble and chunk it into the pool of water. The tiny stone skipped on the surface before surrendering to the watery depths. He abruptly registered what the school girl was saying. "Meaning?"
She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Miroku I would like to return the feelings that you had given me." She spoke sincerely. "Besides you seem to be a nice young man and to tell the truth, you're a pretty good looking guy."
"I guess that Eri and Yuka convinced you to share your feelings with me? That's pretty thoughtful of them. I'll have to thank them later." He stood up from the ground and Ayumi was caught by disappointed surprise. "Now if you'll excuse me…"
"Miroku! Wait!" Ayumi shouted.
"Come off it Ayumi!" Miroku spat. "Anything that has Eri involved can't be anything good." Miroku became aware that this was some sick joke.
"Miroku, this is not a prank." Ayumi cried. "Eri has nothing to do with any of this. Miroku I- I have really grown to like you lately. It's a feeling that I cannot denied…"
"Ayumi…"
"… And by the gods it damn sure feels good." She divulged.
Miroku returned to her and embraced he. She made no attempt to resist. "Ayumi. You're serious…"
The girl raised her face from his chest and gazed into his eyes. "Entirely."
Her warm lips caressed against his.
Miroku's mind scream in absolute shock and joy at the same time. The one girl that was the object of his affections had finally confessed her feelings for him…
And kissed him…
He allowed himself to sink deeper into sweet osculation. The taste of her lips was overwhelming- - intoxicating him quickly like an expensive wine. The warmth of her shapely and tender body was very comforting, and not to mention enticing. Miroku held her in his arms and allowed himself to fall softly on the dew soaked turf. Ayumi noticed the sudden movement but continues to osculate him.
Miroku's hands starts to wander off… wander… and wander…
Until there was the distinctive sound of zippers being unfastened…
Ayumi released from the kiss and gaped at him. "No you didn't!?"
Miroku batted his eyes innocently. "Is there something wrong?"
Ayumi finally notices her belt was now unfastened. She pries herself off Miroku and all of a sudden her pants fell to the ground.
In short: He fucked up.
He enjoyed the sight of her long legs and stylish panties while he can because he knew he was in for it. Ayumi's eyes were now twitching. "You. You… got… some… nerves…" She hissed.
Miroku quickly put up a defense. "But I thought that"
"Lecher!!" She yelled as she grabbed the poor guy by the collar and threw him into the pool of horribly icy cold water. Ayumi patted imaginary dust off her hands, knowing that she had did a job well done. "I can't believe I actually like you." She condemned. "Good night." She pulled her pants back on and made her way back to the party.
Miroku swam back onto the surface and glared at her retreating form in dumbfounded shock. "What was that all about?"
Women… can't live with them… can't live without them…
* * *
"So that what happened during that birthday party, two years ago?" Inuyasha queried as he tried his best to suppress his laughter. " Man you tried to pull a Jason's Lyric on home girl back then."
"Yes. It's true." Miroku replied as he continues to browse through all the taken photographs. "Ayumi was in love with me all that time and I thought that it was a joke."
"Man, talk about close." Inuyasha grinned.
"Too close if you ask me." He now saw the pictures of an adorable young woman. A female whom was around their age, probably a little younger, and she had a blessed smile. The girl has lovely wavy textured hair, youthful brown/gray eyes, and she also bears a svelte figure and peach tanned skin. It was Inuyasha's girlfriend. "You spoke with her today?"
"Yeah, I did." He replied. "As a matter of fact, she's going to show up at the nightclub tonight." He sat up on the couch slightly. "She told me that her friends wanted to take her along. I wonder… that cannot be good."
"Hey, the more women, the merrier." Miroku commented. "I wonder if Ayumi's going to show up as well?"
"Man, and here I'd thought that your current fancy was with Sangou Taijikina?" The hanyou questioned.
Miroku paused for a moment. "Umm… her too." He wandered into the last of the pictures. What he was now peering at must be very important to his companion's past. It was a unfamiliar, yet beautiful woman. The strange thing was that she looks a like the previous woman, but she appears to be a few years older. The difference about her was that she held a more graceful countenance. She has sad, almond-shaped, brown eyes, and everything else about her seems to be flawless. "What a sec? Inuyasha, this is the girl from yesterday. Her name's Kikyou, right?"
The hanyou replied to him sincerely. "Yeah. She was my past…"
End of Chapter
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