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Coed Sortilege

Chapter Six

Bankotsu's Charm, Ayumi's Affections

"Man, this hurts like hell…" Inuyasha muttered, trying his best to suppress the pain in his head. He managed to stop writhing like a worm but according to the obscenities heard he was still in tremendous pain. "I'm having a bad fucking day…"

Kikyou patted his back for comfort. "Relax. Don't tense up so much, Inuyasha. I know that it was sudden but you should please try to calm down." She looks around the scene for any signs of the mystery girl.

"Inuyasha!"

"Kagome… at least I'll live." He muttered once more. "Damn it. Now I have one heck of a headache before I get that hangover tomorrow morning." Kikyou gasped and looked at him incredulously.

"You were really planning on doing that?" She queried in a slightly surprised and dubious tone. "Maybe you should avoid the driver's seat for the remaining of the evening."

A blur of pink suddenly appeared before Kikyou's visage as the younger girl seemingly appeared out of nowhere to assist him. She kneeled besides him, opposite Kikyou. Although she was heavily concern for his health the first thing that came to mind was this. "What is it this time?" She demanded with bored eyes. "You took an overdose of alcohol again? I guess that explains why your head went through that bench."

"Ugh… I haven't drunk anything yet."

"Sure you didn't…" Kagome remarked sarcastically before regarding the older woman before her. "Hey, thanks for helping my friend out." She merited. "Knowing him, once he gets plastered, he's quite the nut."

"No worries. I'm glad to be of help." Kikyou replied sincerely. Then it hit her: realization. With widened eyes, she carefully scrutinizes the young woman. Ironically, there was hardly any difference between them. So ironic, that Kikyou had to laugh. True as that may be, Kagome was definitely the younger and more carefree girl. Physically, her eyes were larger and they held a childlike countenance, she is shorter than Kikyou by a foot or more, and she was slightly bigger than her. Kagome's complexion was also darker than hers, a peachy tan. The most noticeable difference about them, perhaps, was the way their hair is styled. Kagome's hair is shorter and wavy and it reaches to the small of her back.

Kikyou smirked, the boy had good tastes after all. He moved on and chose a woman who was like her in many ways. It was sort of amusing to her. Not only that, she knew she have seen Kagome's face somewhere. "I know you." She said. "I believe that we have a class together. Am I right?"

"Eh?" The younger wondered in obscurity with an arched brow. Right now she couldn't exactly picture if she had ever seen Kikyou before. "I'm not really sure that we have met…"

"Nagesutsuki Kikyou." She explained, but Kagome was still sort of lost on her part. "The transfer girl from Kobe." The younger woman became even more confused. "The new volunteer tutor in Social Science and the Advance Trigonometry classes."

Right now, Kagome should know who the mystery girl was because she definitely has a weakness in Trigonometry. There was rarely ever a tutor in such a class. Finally, realization hit her. "It's you…" She breathed with widened eyes.

"So, know you know…"  Inuyasha muttered once more as he propped on Kagome's shoulders for support.

"I've heard of you." Said Kagome. "I've heard a lot about you…"

"Ha! Try again my friend." Sangou scoffed. "I believe I heard that one from the Dave Chappelle Show. You're really persistent, you know that?"

"What? By saying that I'm 'Rick James, bitch'?" Miroku wondered. "You'll be surprised how effective that line is."

"No, the part about you being a pimp and a shot caller is what vexing me." Sangou clarified. "In addition to that, saying so is way too cliché. I know a pick up line when I hear one, you know?"

Miroku took a sip of his drink. "Well, would you be honored of bearing my children?" He implored with a smirk.

Sangou gaped at him. "Not that again? Hey, are you sure that's not alcohol you're drinking? I'm severely considering that it is alcohol."

"This? Oh no, this is just crystal clear Sprite." He replied.

Sangou gave him a roll of her eyes. "Right. That was all too convincing." She said with a sardonic tone. "Hmm. I wonder. By later tonight, you'll walk with a tipsy lurch and the inflection in your voice is going to be slurred."

"Off of Sprite?"

"You're not fooling me, pal."

"Aye, Miroku." Came Renkotsu's voice as he approached them at the bar. He looked a bit sick. He had a hand held to his stomach and it appears as though he's about to let loose in the bathroom. "That crazy broad I was talking about earlier is a real jinks."

Miroku gave him a suspicious look. "The one who seems to be wearing her baby sister's clothes? The same one you were seeking earlier, right?" Sangou gaped at him disgustedly and swatted him on the back of his head. "That smarts."

"Damn you." She accused. "Don't you always have your mind in the gutter?"

"No."

"Apparently you do." She continued. "For instance, when I met you earlier today for a tutor session. That lecherous persona of yours was really unexpected."

"Well Miroku, have you seen her or not?" Renkotsu pressed. "She's going to hear a lot from me."

"Nope." Miroku nodded. "I haven't seen her yet."

"Hi there." Chirped a voice. "You looking for me?" Speak of the devil. The said girl suddenly appeared behind him out of nowhere. Yura held an innocent look on her face but Renkotsu wasn't falling for it. "My oh my. Did you miss me or something?"

"Hell no!" Renkotsu scoffed. "Listen kid, it seems every time that I see you a weird mishap just so likely to happen. What's up with that?"

Yura tilted her head in innocence. "What are you saying?" She queried. "We've only seen each other only twice already."

"You're right about that." He admitted. "Yet I have a funny feeling that something else strange is going to happen if I were to remain in your presence."

"What? So you're saying that you are scared of little ole me?" Yura wondered, trying to look offended. "Man, you're definitely not as tough as you look."

"I'll just pretend that I didn't heard that…  you idiot." Renkotsu scoffed.

"So, I see that you have finally found the one you've been looking for." Said Miroku as he scrutinizes Yura's appearance. Apparently he liked what he saw and Sangou became annoyed. She quietly rose from the barstool and dismissed herself. "Ah, Sangou where are you going?"

The said coed glances back at him for a moment. "I'm off to elsewhere… and please do not follow me. If you do, you should be far less irritating." She about-faced and walked off through the crowd of people.

Miroku hopped from his stool to pursue her. "Well Renkotsu, I'm off to cheer her up and it was nice meeting your girlfriend." He said before leaving the bar.

"That's a load of bull shit." Renkotsu retorted. "Don't be ridiculous. This chick is not my girl. What could I possibly see in her anyway?" At that moment, a pair of small hands rested on his shoulders and a duo of incredibly soft breasts fondled his back. "Hey! Watch it with those! Who knows what I'll do to you if you keep on doing that!"

The cat demon begins to look amused. "What? This?" She fondled him again. Renkotsu made a funny yelp in shock. "Whoa! Looks can be deceiving. I didn't know that you ride in the other lane of the road."

"Shit no!" He rebutted with mild offense. "Normally, any broads wouldn't do what you are doing right now."

Yura's face took on an innocent look. "You find that offensive?" She wondered. "C'mon, you're probably lucky that a 'broad' is doing this to you." She starts to chuckle mischievously to herself. "Say, would you be honored to do a nice young lady like me a favor?"

"What the hell do you want now?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled impishly.

"Well?"

"Say, can you buy me a drink?"

"Gosh. She should be here by now." Said Eri in a wary tone as she sat at a table with her long time friends. "Kagome said that she'll be with us in a few minutes but it's been half a hour." Yuka nodded in agreement to the older girl's statement.

"All I know that she went off in search of her boyfriend." Yuka stated before a mischievous smiled swept her face. "Hmm. Must  be one of those kind of guys. She better steer clear while she can. Those types will only stress her out constantly."

Ayumi trembled in her seat—from nervousness not from cold. "Gracious. There are surprisingly a lot of people in here tonight."

"Well that is typical on a college night, Ayumi." Yuka snickered. "C'mon girl, go out there and show those boys what you're working with."

"Your redundant encouragement is not needed." Ayumi sighed.

"Chicken…"

"Hey! Hey! Would you two stop acting like a bunch of toddlers?" Eri demanded to the younger coeds. "Who knows what may have happened to Kagome and here goes you two acting up." She rose from her chair. "Alright. Listen, I'm going to head out and look for her. I should be back in a few minutes." With a wave of her hand she dismissed herself.

"Right. Let's just hope that you don't end up missing." Yuka commented.

"You're kind of pessimistic, you know that?"

"If you say so…"

Ayumi sighed at her friend's nonchalance and she allowed her eyes to wonder throughout the crowd in the nightclub. After minute after minute of wondering, she thought that she saw a familiar face. 'Hey… could it be?'

She scrutinizes the young man's features. He was tall and well muscled, despite his loose fitting clothes. His complexion was dark—a reddish tan hue, similar to a native of Okinawa. His long dark hair was tied into a single braid and he had confident, sharp blue/black eyes. He walked with strength and pride in himself, like a warrior.

'It can't be!' Ayumi thought with a slight smile. 'I know that guy!'

END OF CHAPTER SIX

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