Disclaimer: Must I say this again? -_-
Author's Note: Um, sorry for the last few paragraphs being annoying. I don't think I should explain it here, since it's part of the plot. You guys may email me, however, at icycoldbaby1012@hotmail.com, or AIM me at x Iced Insanity.
Yes, I have an obsession with ice. ^.~; I'm an ice skater, currently retired because my coach went off to college.
Anyway, for the reviews, I must thank you for your advice and your support; here I was, thinking my fic was gonna be a complete failure. Even with these reviews, I'm furking happy, and I do consider it a success in progress.
Oh yes, and by the title I can assure you that this is, indeed, the introduction for Inuyasha's character. Before I published this, I finished up the chapter after this, and I think it's safe to say that Inuyasha is going to be probably one of the main characters, after Kagome. Happy? I really do hope so.
I also want to apologize for you guys reading this crap I've been writing; I don't know… I think I've lost my touch. I read the other stories I wrote before this, and I glance at this one and go… Blech. x.o; But not to worry! I'm trying to improve, that I am!
*drumroll* And on with the story we go!
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Amber Eyes and Dog Ears
x Iced Insanity
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"Oi, Kagome!" A girl yelled out to me as I approached the school the next day. My wary eyes scanned the crowd, glancing if Yuka or Eri were about. Those nosy girls really did make me suspicious, I tell you; I love them like sisters, but they really do tend to get annoying once in awhile.
"Kagome!" The girl said, finally reaching into my view. She was of average height and athletic build. Dark, dark brown hair cascaded down her form to her mid-back, while a pair of brown eyes, brought out by pink eyeliner around her lids, stared at me with an entertained look.
"Hello, Sango," I greeted cheerfully. My friend smiled, hooking her arm around mine as she began to lead me towards my locker.
"Kohaku won a trophy from his little league competition yesterday," She informed me, her eyes glistening affectionately at the mention of her little brother.
"You mean, his team?" I joked, playfully nudging Sango in the ribs. "Souta was telling me about it yesterday – except I wasn't as ecstatic as you. My brother is such a dweeb."
"Hmm, but you must love your brother very much," Sango said in reply, smiling even wider. "It would be impossible not to – he seems to love both you and Kikyo, equally."
"Whatever," I said. "So, was Miroku at the baseball game with you yesterday afternoon? I could have sworn Souta telling me about a certain little couple, curled up, and snuggled close on the blea—"
"Shh!" Sango exclaimed, extremely pink in the cheeks, her brown eyes wide. "…I mean… I don't know what you're talking about."
"Suuuuure," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. By that time, we were nearing my locker, located in a perfect spot, by a school balcony. It was a peaceful, isolated place, where there was a good view, and, at the same time, convenient, because it was near homeroom, and in the middle of all my classes. While some students had to walk far to class, I, on the other hand, neither arrived early, nor late. Just the way I liked it.
"Oh, Kagome," Sango said, all the sudden. "I forgot to ask you: isn't today your detention day?"
Oh, fuck, I totally forgot about it! I let out a fluent stream of unladylike curses as I stopped on my short walk to homeroom. Dropping my books on the floor, I searched through my notebooks for a spare sheet of paper. I'd have to give a house servant a ring to deliver a notice to Souta, since I won't be walking him home today, and another notice to my archery building, saying that I'd probably be a few minutes late…
Damn that Myouga. Damn him to hell.
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"So, Kagome," Kagura said, filing a nail as Sango, Miroku, and I sat down at her table for lunch. Reluctantly tearing my eyes from a cheeseburger, I lifted my gaze to look up at her. Kagura smiled breezily at me, brushing her long, dark bangs away from her face.
"How was your day?" She asked politely.
"Eh, it was really stupid; I just remembered that I had a detention today, so I had to ring the servants a call before I went to homeroom. Eesh, and I had to use the payphone! Do you know how much gob of germs it has?" I complained. "Plus, after that, we had a geometry quiz – the first period of the day, too! I'm pretty sure I failed."
"It's life," Kagura said casually, her red eyes drifting to see my sister busy in study, and then to see Miroku steal a grope with Sango. The abused girl, enraged, purposely spilled her soup on top of Miroku's head, after letting out a throng of death threats.
Kikyo didn't appear to notice, while Kagura and I exchanged a weary look, as if Miroku and Sango's miniscule bickering happened on a daily basis – which it did. The ends of Kagura's lips twitched upwards to form a small smile, shrugging the event off.
"Well. Anyway," She said, examining her nails, trying to speak over Sango's loud screams. "My brother is coming home from college for break today."
"That's great," I said in a monotone. "But it's strange, though, it's the middle of freaking March – there's nothing to get a holiday for!"
"Maybe Naraku wished to simply visit the family?" Kagura shrugged. "Even though I, personally, never liked him, Kanna did. Whatever the reason, he seemed pretty urgent about it."
"Ugh… A whole week with that demon!" She exclaimed, dramatically draping the back of her hand against her forehead.
"Are you not a demon yourself, too, Kagura?" Sango inquired curiously, while the red-eyed girl merely let out an outraged puff of breath.
"Of course not," Kikyo's best friend said indignantly. Kagura's facial features appeared offended, even shocked. "I'm a wind sorceress, not like my demon brother!"
"Half, though, isn't he?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, but he seems like a whole one," She explained. "He's not the type to trust. I bet you he didn't come here for Kanna – but for a more entirely selfish reason. Something that I don't know of."
"Freakish," I said, disinterested. "Naraku's a weird butt; he's probably coming here because he finds the salt better here, than in college."
"Is the salt better in college?" Miroku asked. He, apparently, had been eavesdropping. "I really can't taste the difference between them… Now, I could tell the difference between college women and high school women. College women are better in be—"
His statement was not finished, and both Kagura and I watch his sorry, unconscious form drop to the floor, as a satisfied Sango walked off. I slid my eyes to Kikyo, who, after all this time, decided to return to the real world.
"Kagome was speaking sarcastically, baka!" Sango said, exasperated, as she looked over her shoulder. It wasn't like that statement was going to be paid heed by Miroku, since he, apparently, lay unconscious on the ground. With another huff of impatience, my dear friend departed from the group.
"Poor dear," My sister said, affection in her voice. "He'd probably get a concussion from that one, or at least some brain damage. Either that, or he has a really thick skull."
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Miroku and I trekked the long walk to the detention hall. There was a large, painful bump on his head, due to Sango's violent act earlier, but Miroku pretended that it didn't affect him. No, not at all, since Miroku was the ever calm, cool, and collected type.
I sighed, tucking my books neatly in my arms. They were not such a heavy bundle, weighing roughly three pounds. Nevertheless, I still wished I could have dropped the little darlings in my locker; they were starting to irritate me.
"I've never been into a detention before," I said honestly, while Miroku sent me a strange look. "I know you know that, after all these years, but Mr. Myouga is the first one to ever assign a detention for me. I mean, my mom basically owns the school!"
"You mean, your uncle," Said Miroku dryly. "It's probably because—"
I looked up at him expectantly, only to see him ogling a girl with enormous cleavage. I rolled my eyes, letting out another rude snort. Miroku, being his usual self, ignored the snort, heading over to the girl, leaving me all alone… By myself… Ignored… Feeling lost…
Deciding I've had enough time waiting, I let out a hiss, toddling over to Miroku, who was now blatantly flirting with Miss I-Have-Floating-Devices-As-Breasts.
"Where have you been all my life?" I heard Miroku say. "I daresay, Miss, you contain a beauty that surpasses any other. Hair so golden, gleaming brighter than the sun itself, eyes so beautiful, so bright, and so deep, like an ocean!"
"I know," The girl said. "My name is Amy – I'm an American transfer."
"Amy?" Miroku said, touching his hand to his heart. "Such a beautiful name! Extravagant! Such a name suits—"
It was then that I announced my grand entry with a very rude cough, inching closer to Miroku, hooking an arm through his. I deliberately glared daggers to the 'Amy' girl across from him, patting Miroku's hand with a gentle, yet deadly touch.
"Oh, Mieko!" I said gleefully, urging my face into an affectionate, playful expression. "I'm so glad I've found you! You know, after all your changing-gender operations, you will always be my little girly-girly Mieko to me, not some manly man named… What is it, Miroku?"
I saw the look of horror at Miss Amy's face, and, glancing up at Miroku, I noted gleefully that the look on his face was perfectly mirrored. Another point goes to me, zero to Miroku! If Amy were not present, I would have started to cackle insanely.
"Oh!" I pretended to take my first glance at Amy, feigning an air of surprise. "I did not notice you here, Hun! Forgive me for my manners! This is my friend Mieko, formerly a lesbian, but now an artificial man without sperm! Oh, and my name—"
"Eh heh, look at the time!" The poor girl exclaimed, inching away. "Funny I have to leave so early, but I have, er, business to do! Yes, that's it! Bye!"
I watched gleefully as the girl ran away, shifting my gaze upwards to deliver Miroku an evil, gloating look. He merely looked down at me, annoyed and yet crushed.
"What'd you have to do that for?" He whined pathetically. "I didn't grope you yet!"
"No, but let's just say I was protecting you from Sango, hmm?" I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes to prove my point. "You see, if she had known if you had been flirting behind your back, she would have killed you on the spot."
"True," Miroku said, thinking aloud. "Does that mean she digs me?"
"You're asking me?" I formed my features into one of surprise. Of course Sango liked him in that way, but I'd be damned if I ever told him. "You'd think I, Kagome, out of all these people, would know that she digs you?"
"Hey," My friend shrugged his shoulders. "You've got some experience. What about Houjo and Kouga?"
I pursed my lips, unhooking my arm as I started heading towards the detention hall. I hated it when people asked me about those two; I mean, I like them enough, but I don't know… There's something about them that doesn't make me want to be anything more than friends with them. Something just doesn't click.
I heard the heels of my shoes click against the polished floors of the school, listening to the silent echoes of my own steps. Miroku walked along behind me, eyes closed in silent thought. I grinned, picturing him crashing into a random object, like, a door. The image composed in my mind is so amusing, so hilarious, that it took most of my strength and willpower to keep from laughing like a fool, right there, on the spot.
I managed to hold back from the laughter, biting my lower lip. By each passing moment, I bit tighter and tighter, almost to the point of drawing blood. But it doesn't help, and a strangled noise erupted from my throat.
Miroku glanced at me weirdly, an eyebrow raised in question. Embarrassed, I gave him a small, innocent smile, shrugging my shoulders. My lips were red, then, giving the illusion of perfectly spread lipstick – a rare appearance for me. I never wore makeup willingly, with the few exceptions of special occasions. And, on those particular days, I only get to be classified as "pretty as Kikyo".
I let out a tired puff of breath. The Detention hall was only a corner away, and from here Miroku and I could already hear voices. Shrieks, giggles, and playful shouts ricocheted from the walls, telling us, at the moment, Myouga was letting the students to play and have a little roughhousing for the time being. I wondered vaguely the reason for that – maybe because Miroku and I were late.
"Ready?" I asked the boy next to me, who nodded in consent.
The room was filled with approximately ten people, one, who I recognized, was a particular admirer of mine, Kouga. He gave me a cocky, flirtatious grin, while I replied with a small, polite wave. I was going to come over for a little chat when I felt a strange awareness shiver down my spine. I craned my head to see where that feeling came from…
And it was then, when amber eyes met mine.
Have you ever had an experience, that when you come into contact with something, something ordinary, something that could happen in everyday life, you've had this… feeling that it would change your life forever? Or at least had a huge impact in it?
Well… It happened to me. Right then, right there.
The gaze continued, going on… one, two, three. I seemed to be in somewhat of a trance, lost in the depths of those amber optics. Time seemed to stop; I vaguely heard the distant calls of Miroku trying to bring me back into reality.
But I couldn't stop staring. Something in those eyes made me feel at peace, like I actually belonged. I had this feeling, that this person, whoever they were, would see me as Kagome, and not just Kikyo's little shadow. I felt—
"Hello? Anyone in there?" Miroku called, waving a hand in front of my face.
My eyes regained their focus, and immediately time began again. I heard the clock ticking faintly, unheeded by the rest of the world, excluding myself. The time was something so precious, treasured, and hated by some. For me, it was both a gift and a punishment.
"Oh, sorry Miroku…" I apologized sincerely, lifting my glance up to him. I gave him a small, rueful smile, a faint pink on my cheeks. Goodness, what a fool I've made out of myself! Just a few moments ago, I had been staring, just blatantly staring, for the whole classroom to see. Not to mention seeming rude, it also made me look shallow – something I was definitely not.
Miroku led me to a seat at the other end of the classroom, far, far away from the amber-eyed person that I happened to be in a staring match with. This was very good, because I wouldn't be making a fool of myself again… at least, not yet, not for the next few moments. Hehe…
"Students," Myouga finally called us into attention, standing on tiptoe – which, by the way, didn't help much. Tiptoe or not, he was still implausibly short. I politely placed my hand on top of my smiling mouth, as not to hurt his feelings.
"Wonderful of you all to make it," He drawled, peering up at us through his circular spectacles. "For the next two hours, you will pair up in twos—"
I glanced towards Miroku, who was looking another way – towards a pretty girl. I sighed, placing my head on the desk. Typical Miroku… Oh, well. I suppose Kouga will have to do.
"—And your partner will be one I assign. You will do cleaning jobs for today, and your jobs will also be assigned by me," Myouga added, resulting in a sigh from me. I slumped, pitifully, in my chair, waiting for my name to be assigned. Myouga rattled on and on, as students started getting up two by two, exiting the room in an annoyed slouch. I sat in my place, noticing that I was the only one left – besides a certain amber-eyed individual.
"Higurashi," Myouga called, and my head immediately shot up from the small nap I took, and the little man beamed proudly at me. "You will be paired up with my nephew, Inuyasha."
My gaze traveled over to this 'Inuyasha', and I took him in, amber eyes and all. He was a strange, yet handsome individual, owning a head full of gleaming silver her – which, I noted with disgust, had no split ends. And what was most curious… was that he owned a pair of dog ears.
The character mentioned smirked, apparently noticing my obvious stare. Noticing this, I blushed, embarrassed, and turned away. Caught in the act… again.
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Author's Note: Okay, so what do you think? Long chapter; the longest I've ever done so far, but okay! ^_^; Review, review, review! *throws roses and bows*
…I think I've made Inuyasha appear to be some sort of stalker. x.o;