Disclaimer: I don't Inuyasha. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. I was expecting that I won't get any… Well, anyway, next chapter is up, but there's still no Inuyasha. Just a little bit of Miroku, and a lot of Kikyo. Hehe, enjoy!
[Edit] Went through this chapter and edited a few lines. I realized I made a lot of grammar mistakes throughout most of this fic… -shifty eyes- I'm so sorry. I want to thank you guys for your patience. I still have a lot more to go, and fixing up chapter six is just about 10% completed… heh, I'm sorry.
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Troublex Iced Insanity
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"I didn't do it!" Miroku screamed, his hands dropping to cover his abused male genitalia. I sighed in relief, welcoming the freedom of my violated body parts. That hentai… I will make sure he will pay, and pay dearly he will.
"Oh yeah?" I countered. "And if you didn't do it, then I'm the pope's wife."
Miroku paused for a moment, considering this. It was either because he was stupid, or he was just trying to piss me off. Even though I'd really wish it was the earlier suggestion, I definitely know it was the latter one – I grew up with him, and trust me, I knew his ways.
"Actually, the pope did take a vow of chastity…" He said thoughtfully. "So I doubt—"
"STUDENTS!" Hissed the Principal, who had been standing there all that time, ignored. "My office, now."
I sighed, and both Miroku and I followed Mr. Myouga into his office. He was a small, little old man; his size was one to have rivaled a flea's. White, bristly little whiskers grew out of his carrot-shaped nose, his balding head only containing a few random strands of white hair here and there.
Myouga was a very respectable man, even if he was from the upper middle class. He was intelligent, but he was, in no way, a brave man. Often times he would leave his work to his secretary when he was threatened so much as to get a paper cut.
Oh yeah, and did I mention he was quite the little vampire? He had this thing for blood, some sort of craving, like some leech. But my mother and grandpa liked him enough, so I refrained from squashing the little man silly.
"Have a seat," Myouga advised us once we got into his tidy little room, which reeked of anti-bacterial chemicals and the slight smell of blood. I shuddered, but both Miroku and I obliged to his wishes. We wouldn't want him sucking our blood, oh no no.
"I am quite aware that you two have been bickering again," Myouga asked dryly, hopping onto his chair with great effort. As he did this, I fought back a loud, amused snort. "Please verify if my statement is true."
"Yes, sir," Miroku answered for the both of us, while I merely leaned back in my seat, playing with my unruly hair. "She violated my balls, sir."
"VIOLATED?!" I stood up in fury, my quick temper immediately rising. "Who was the one who groped my crotch and my ass, hmm? Mr. Myouga, sir, I was merely protecting myself from sexual harassment."
"And you retaliated, my dear Higurashi-san," Myouga politely interrupted, causing me to give out an indignant snort. "This school does not encourage violence. I am afraid that you two will both receive a detention tomorrow – I will inform both your parents immediately."
Oh, shit. And the "Why can't you be more like Kikyo?" comments will begin yet again. I let out a pitiful sigh, and Miroku sent me a sympathetic look. His arm hovered above my shoulder, as a source of comfort, but I merely batted it away.
"Any objections, please notify me," Myouga said. "Otherwise, the both of you are dismissed."
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"Kagome!" My mother hissed, the moment I reached home. I feigned indifference while she scolded, although, deep down, it was really killing me. I hated to see her so angry, so livid. Whenever she scolded me, I was reminded of what a disappointment I was. So what if I was a rebel child? I wasn't proud of it, not one bit.
"How many times did I tell you not to engage in any violence whatsoever?" Mom said, her voice raising a decibel with each word she said. "Kami-sama, Kagome, do you think you're some kind of a professional wrestling star?
"I raised you to be a proper lady, and this is how you act? You'd think I was some kind of criminal, by the way you acted!" My mom sighed in frustration. "Why can't you be more like Kik—"
"Mother." My sister politely interrupted, placing a calm hand on my shoulder. "That's enough. I think Kagome understands that what she has done was very wrong, don't you, Kagome?"
"Yes I do," I forced my guiltiest tone of voice, bowing my head to show my semi-defeat. Thank God, I was saved again by Kikyo! Oh, my heroine!
"And besides, Mother," Kikyo said, smiling such a such a grin that made my mother waver. "I will speak to her myself. I think our little talk will do her just fine."
"Well, if you say so, dear," My mother finally gave in, reluctantly. She sent me a look that blatantly warned me to behave. I widened my eyes innocently as she did so. She trusted Kikyo, but not me: the rebellious, disobedient, not-so-smart daughter that she had to have. In her eyes, I was pretty sure she believes that I'm just a mere disappointment. She wasn't the only one.
Kikyo smiled at my mother's statement, and gently coaxed me into following her. Across the long, polished hallways of our mansion we walked, and through a long set of stairs we climbed through. We continued our leisure stroll, until Kikyo stopped in front of a large door – her bedroom door.
She turned the knob, letting me walk in first. Her bedroom was a large one – maybe just a tad bit bigger than mine, which was just across to hers. Kikyo gave me a small smile before heading to her vanity dresser, from which she retrieved an expensive, silver brush. I watched her curiously while she crossed the room to sit down at the four-poster bed. She looked at me expectantly, patting the spot next to her, a silent beckoning for me to sit.
I obliged, and my dear sister smiled. She eased me so my back faced her, tugging my hair so she could brush my long, raven-black strands. I closed my eyes while she did so, knowing sooner or later we would have to talk. Even if Kikyo did save me from the reprimands given by my mother, she still was going to keep her word, belated or not.
"So, what happened today, Kagome-chan?" My sister asked, in a soft voice, one that I barely heard. The way she brushed my hair made me so relaxed, so sleepy. I was half-asleep when she finally spoke to me.
"Hmm?" I managed to inquire groggily. Kikyo patiently repeated her question, not pausing once in brushing my long, messy tangles. Her work was really cut out on her, since I hardly ever brushed my hair. I just set the gob of black mess in a messy ponytail, and there I go, ready for the day ahead. I was no fashion queen. I never cared what people thought or said about me. Let them think what they want, just as long as I had my way.
"Oh. Well, after you passed by on break today, that Sesshomaru dude came into the courtyard thing, thinking I was you. And that got me really pissed off, ya know?" I blubbered out. "He left, eventually, and then Miroku came toddling about, offering to take my books."
I paused for a breath, while Kikyo finished brushing through my hair. It was probably all shiny, tangle-free, and smooth, like hers. She suddenly began to braid through it, humming softly to some old tune I never heard of.
"And then?" The request was soft-spoken, yet again, but I heard it.
"And then," I said. "He fakes falling over, and reaches out to me for support, or, should I say, a good grope."
I snorted rudely at this, while Kikyo let out a small, amused laugh. She obviously found Miroku's perverted attempts interesting, even if it was directed towards her little sister. Sheesh, why couldn't I have a normal sister, one that would sock any of their kid-sister's suitors? And yet, I have this, who practically encouraged any unwanted touches. Maybe, under all that kind exterior, she was a pervert herself.
"Miroku's so funny," She said, her shoulders shaking in her amusement. "He'd do anything to get a girl, even for the most outrageous reasons. My, and he even does it with dignity! Such an interesting person, he is… It looks like you have a little boyfriend on your hands, Kagome."
"Hell no," I huffed, crossing my arms. "He does that to any female he finds even just a tad bit attractive, but he really likes Sango."
"Sango is a very pretty girl," Kikyo said, tucking my finished braid across my shoulder. "She's also a very good friend to you, Kagome. I believe Miroku has chosen well."
"Well, he's chosen, but he hasn't got the nuts—or, he's got too much nuts—to ask her out. Miroku's too busy flirting with the female population to risk going serious with someone." I said thoughtfully, raising a finger to my lips.
"Oh, I see," Kikyo said quietly. "Well, anyway, back to an early comment of yours—Sesshomaru thought you were me?"
"I believe I did say that," I said, flopping down on the bed, without grace. "What about Fluffy?"
"Well, he's a new transfer to the school," My sister explained. "He came here only a week ago, with his brother—he's in your grade too, his name is Inuyasha. I don't know if he's in your classes, it's either that, or he's been playing hooky for the past week. I've only seen him when I came over Sess's house for a project we've been doing. Sesshomaru and I, that is."
"Mmm, and here I was, thinking there was some romantic interest going on between you two," I said bluntly, but Kikyo didn't answer. The light blush on her cheeks was explanation enough.
"So," She said, aiming to change the subject. "How have your archery lessons been treating you?"
"So-so," I stated boredly, gazing at my
French-manicured fingernails. "Nothing special is going on, no competitions…
Nothing, nada, zilch."
"Oh," Kikyo said, opening her mouth to say something, but a maid in our doorway interrupted our little conversation.
"Miss Kagome; Miss Kikyo," The woman said politely, curtseying to the both of us. "There is a guest waiting for Miss Kikyo in the east library."
"Who is it?" My sister inquired.
"I do not know, my lady, he comes from a land far away. He says he has 'business' to attend with either you, or Miss Kagome. I do think it is important; I suggest you come downstairs to pay heed to these matters."
"Very well." Kikyo sighed, and stood up. Her brown eyes shifted slowly over towards me, and her lips curved into a form of an apologetic smile. "Do you wish to come along, Kagome?"
I nodded in consent, and we started off towards the library. On our way out, the maid gave us a small curtsy, before heading off to the kitchens. Through the hallways west hallways we traveled, both of us silent. The silence was comforting, somehow, since the both of us had a bit of thoughts to entertain.
Once we reached to our destination, the library seemed empty, except for a man seated in front of the fireplace. At first, the room seemed to be devoid of life, since the armchair he was sitting in was hiding him from our view.
Seeing the both of us, the man stood up, bowing his head in a solemn nod. While he did so, I studied his features—worn, regretful, and tired. Nonetheless, his face looked that of a kind one. I deemed him trustworthy.
"Ladies," He greeted solemnly, fear in his eyes. "There is something important I must speak to you of."
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I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. My eyes slid over to Kikyo's palm just as the man left. I stared, very skeptical. There, in her hand, lay the Shikon Jewel. In the Jewel, an ongoing battle of the warrior Midoriko and the demons commenced. And it was Kikyo's, to protect.
Hooooly Shit. It wasn't everyday that some strange man appeared in your house, asking your elder sister to take care of something that was so… legendary. It was something that happened to one out of a million people.
"You really think you can handle the responsibility?" I asked her. "I mean, sure, you're capable, Kikyo, but you have other normal responsibilities you have. You should just donate it to some museum or something, you know, to hell with that stupid rock. Just look at it, it's missing a shard!"
Kikyo was silent for a while, a finger tracing across the smooth edges of the stone. It wasn't what you called beautiful, like a diamond, or really horrible looking, like, um, I don't know… Those rocks that come out of dog poop, maybe. The Shikon no Tama was just a regular, plan old thing, but if one took a closer look, there was a mist, swirling endlessly inside of it, as if it were some of those stones from fantasy novels.
"I know that," My sister said eventually. "But it is an honor, Kagome, a once in a lifetime opportunity. And besides, if I did refuse, I would only be living my life with regret; to think, I would have been so cowardly as to refuse something I could have handled? They chose me to do this because I am capable; they would not give this to me if they thought the opposite."
"Hmph," I snorted, crossing my arms. "If you say so, just don't blame me if you start regretting your action. Anyway, I better get going, archery lessons start in an hour."
"Believe me, I won't," Kikyo said, laughing softly at my straightforward statements. Her brown eyes watched my departing figure with mild amusement as I left the room, a hand raised to wave goodbye. "Have fun, Kagome."
I grinned in response, slipping out the library door. With one last look at my sister, I stiffened, having an odd sensation overcome my body. I didn't know what it was at that moment, but it was a premonition… An intuition telling me, that whatever costs, Kikyo would have died for that irreverent rock.
Suddenly I felt like laughing. How odd of me to think that way! Jeez, I know I was paranoid, but not that paranoid. Shaking my head, I shut the door, reminding myself again and again to take a chill pill.
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Author's Note: Well, what did you think? Mysterious, haunting, corny, or just downright stupid? I thought the chappie was a bit boring, but well, I needed it as a beginning to something more… complicated. *cue evil laughter* Mwahahaha!
But anyway, Inuyasha is in the next chapter, I've got it already written and ready for proofreading! He only makes a small appearance, though, but I think the chap is good…
Tee hee. I love Miroku, he's so… perverted, and yet evil at the same time. *supports Miroku/Sango*
Eh heh…! Until next time, mon amies!