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Kagome pushed Ayumi away and mouthed, "later!"
What about Yashinu could Ayumi possibly be that excited about?
Well, not that it was exactly hard to excite Ayumi, but..........
"Higurashi!" someone said in a sweet, familiar accent.
"Uh, Hey Hojo!" Kagome said, trying not to laugh at the over-muscled action figure in Hojo's hand. (a/n: I have nothing against Vegeta..........he's actually ok. But you have to admit, his muscles are HUGE)
'Please,' Kagome prayed to herself, 'please don't let Hojo like me. I don't want Ayumi to get hurt.'
Thankfully, Hojo actually seemed pretty content with Ayumi. He smiled broadly as she excitedly grabbed his Vegeta action figure.
Kagome's eyes widened when Ayumi started to actually TALK about DBZ.
"Ooo, looks like she's done some research," she whispered to herself, scarcely able to contain a huge lopsided grin.
She was surprised when Yashinu started smirking at the comment.
How had he heard that when she had said it so subtly under her breath?
He had good hearing, evidently.
The bell rang, and Mr. Seto raised his hand, "You may go."
"Ja ne, Yashinu," Kagome waved.
"Just a minute, Kagome-san, do you think we could work on the project after school at one of our houses? Alternating?"
Kagome's mind procured an image of her mom ogling over Yashinu's purple eyes, and winking suggestively at Kagome. Of course, then her grandfather would get into it, first trying to sell Yashinu some charm or another. Not to be left out, her brother would soon join in on the chaos and tell Kagome she left her underwear in the bathroom.
Kagome's eyebrow twitched.
"Ah, sure Yashinu. C-could we meet at your house today?" Might as well try to keep Yashinu away from her family as long as possible.
Yashinu nodded, "Okay, I suppose. See you at........around seven?" he asked, handing Kagome a small scribbling of his address.
"Mmm," Kagome nodded.
Ayumi stood in the background, her mouth open.
"You're going to his HOUSE?" Ayumi shrieked after Yashinu was out of earshot.
"Ssshhhhhhhh, Ayumi," Kagome whispered holding her ears, "yes I am. What's the big deal, anyhow?"
"Kagome," Ayumi shook her head, "this'll take too long. Wacdonalds. Now. You. Me. Eri. Yuka. Let's go!"
Kagome raised a speculative brow and sighed, "ok, ok, whatever."
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Eri's fist came down hard on the table.
"YOU are partners with YAMAMOTO-SENSEI???"
Kagome covered her ears and squinted her eyes.
"Sensei? He's just a student. What's with calling him 'sensei'?"
Now it was Yuka's turn to slam her fist on the table. "Just a student? JUST a student?"
Ayumi sighed, "Oh, Kagome........."
Kagome glared back at her. "Could you all just STOP it!? Just tell me what this is all about."
Yuka sighed, picking up her book-bag and unzipping it.
Kagome stared at her.
"What are you doing? Yuka?"
"Just a minute, Kagome, you have to read this," Yuka explained, flipping through a small red book.
"Here," she said with her finger opening the book to a certain page, "read this."
Kagome frowned slightly, grabbing the book and reading the page furiously.
It......
It was beautiful.
It was the most beautiful piece of poetry she had ever read.
Dark, foreboding, mysterious, and full of intense metaphor that was apparent but unthinkable.
The words permeated with the aroma of pain, hatred, fire.
She could feel the suffering of the author, feel the loss of words, feel the need for something greater.
The words shook her to her soul.
A small tear was emitted from Kagome's eye, and she wiped it swiftly away.
"Well?" Eri asked, her arms crossed triumphantly.
"Well what?" Kagome choked out, alarmed at her vehement response. "It's beautiful. I just don't get what this has to do with anything we were talking about."
Ayumi sighed, looking flustered. "Kagome, Look at the cover."
Kagome nodded, doing as she was told.
Her eyes strayed to the authors name.
Otomamay
Yamamoto........backwards?
"How are you sure it's him?" Kagome asked suspiciously.
"The creative writing teacher let it out into the open so everyone in our school knows," Yuka paused, "well, everyone but YOU apparently."
"So," Kagome croaked, "Yashinu wrote this?"
"Yes," Eri nodded, "Yamamoto-sensei is one of the youngest poets to ever be published. His writing skills are.......amazing."
Kagome couldn't do anything but gawk at her.
"Well........I knew that he was a pretty good writer..........I could see that when we were writing our script, but....this......is just genius," Kagome said, unable to think of any other word to describe it.
"Yup," Eri's eyes twinkled, "and that's not all. He's also an excellent actor. Thus, he's in theatre. The only thing is that.......he's kinda.......reclusive. He barely ever talks to anyone if he can help it. Sure, he has a lot of friends, but.........I guess that comes naturally when your book is one of the top-selling in the poetry line and you're just 16."
Kagome gulped. "But........this isn't like Yashinu at all. I mean, he's so.......calm. What's with all the anger?"
Ayumi gasped, "Kagome! How do you KNOW this? He actually.....actually TALKED to you?"
"Well, yeah......."
Ayumi squealed.
"You can get to know him better now! And report to us, we want to know of the man behind the poetry!" Yuki commanded excitedly.
"Oh, no........." Kagome gasped, "Oh no no no no!"
"Kagome? What's wrong?" Eri asked as Kagome's head slumped down onto the table in front of her.
"Damn," she said hitting her head, "I asked him if he needed HELP writing some poetry we have in our play. I asked HIM!" she groaned loudly.
Unsympathetically, Kagome's friends were shaking with laughter.
Kagome tried to keep her mouth stern, her arms crossed.
This made her friends laugh even harder, which, in turn, made Kagome laugh.
Why hadn't he told her?
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"151.........152......ah, there it is! 153!" Kagome said to herself, finding Yashinu's house at last.
To her surprise, there was a huge gate at the front, obstructing her view of the actual house.
She rang the buzzer on the gate, and a voice lisped through the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Ah, Higurashi Kagome here."
"Mmm" the voice replied, the gate opening.
A lump formed in Kagome's throat as she got her first view of Yashinu......er, Yamamoto-sensei's house.
The house itself was unbelievably large, and not of a traditional Japanese style.
It was almost like a red-brick castle, turrets seemed to jut out everywhere and the front side was scattered with huge, imposing windows.
What caught her breath, however, was the garden surrounding the house.
A huge waterfall cooed at the left side, and orange-blossoms surrounded every inch of free space.
Weeping willows surrounded the grounds, freeing the premises from any peepers.
A little shaken, Kagome walked in, seeing Yashinu sitting on a rock by the waterfall.
He had a piece of paper with him, and he was furiously writing, erasing, and rewriting something.
"Yashinu?" Kagome said softly, alarmed at the way Yashinu jumped.
"Hehehe, Kagome!" he said, putting his hand behind his head awkwardly, "you're here!"
He quickly stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket, and rose to greet her.
"Well, this is my home," he said, eyes down, "I suppose we should go inside and get to work."
Kagome looked up into the cloudy, white sky and sniffed in, closing her eyes in the moment.
"No," she smiled, "its all right with me if we stay out here."
For a moment, only a split second, Yashinu looked dumbfounded, but he quickly covered it with a dazzling open-mouthed smile.
Kagome took a seat on the rock beside him, trying to listen to all he had to say.
Hard, as she tried, she just couldn't.
Mid-sentence, she interrupted him, "Yashinu!" she said. louder than she had intended.
"Mmm? Yes?"
"Why---why didn't you tell me that you were a poet? Not only that, a FAMOUS poet?"
His eyes widened, and every visible inch of him turned crimson.
"I—er—I'm NOT famous, Kagome, and........" Yashinu stuttered.
Kagome cocked her head to the side, a quizzical look settled deep upon her face, her lips pursed.
She gave up. "Ok, I guess in the essence of 'fame,' you aren't really famous. But, still, even if MOST people (other than those who go to our school) don't know who you are, you're still pretty well renowned as an anonymous writer. Why didn't you tell me?"
He stared at her, almost as if trying to evaluate her reasons for being so forward.
"I guess---I guess I wanted people to stop treating me like---well, not in a bad way—but a FREAK. Some people even call me a 'genius.' What crap!"
Kagome nodded, trying not to turn red. She, too, had called him a genius after reading his work. Did that make her just like all the others?
"And," he went on, "I just didn't want to put you at unease. Especially since part of our project did require writing a script. I wanted you to express your opinions. If you knew I was......was 'published,' or whatever, you would've let me do whatever I wanted."
Wow. That was actually........pretty perceptive of him.
"Still," she said turning around, "you could've told me SOMETHING before I made a total ass of myself and asked YOU if you needed help with poetry," she spat.
Yashinu smirked, "Oh please. Actually, the way things are going right n--"
He stopped abruptly.
"What?" Kagome raised an eyebrow.
"Er, nothing. Do you want to meet my parents?" he said, desperate for a topic change.
Kagome sighed. She'd let him get away with that one if he really wanted to.
"Sure," she acquiesced.
Through the walk to the house, she secretly wondered what Yashinu's parents would be like.
Probably creative geniuses, just like him.
Since like begets like, right?
They walked into the marbled foyer, their footsteps echoing in the hall around them.
"Hold on," Yashinu held up his hand, let me make sure my parents are even ho--"
He was interrupted by the sound of a large "THWAP!" in the background, followed by a curse, and an apology.
He soughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, they're home."
He led her to the enormous living room, just in time to hear a woman apologize and proclaim that "old habits die hard."
"Yeah, they die HARD, all right," Kagome could see the twinkle in Yashinu's dad's eyes even when his back was turned, as he stroked his cheek.
"Mom, dad, I want you to meet my project partner, Kagome," Yashinu cleared his throat loudly.
As Yashinu's dad spun around, Kagome fell into a pair of familiar, blue eyes that she could have sworn she had seen before.
She gasped, and her eyes quickly ran to Yashinu's mother, who sat on the couch, a grin on her face and a cat on her lap.
They were........Miroku and Sango!
Kagome exhaled deeply, finally realizing that she had been holding her breath.
Yashinu's father was stroking a slap mark on his cheek, and his mother's cat looked..........suspiciously like she had two tails.
Except..........this Miroku and Sango.......could she call them that?........were older.
They had small creases lining their otherwise smooth faces on the forehead and mouth, but still retained the youth of their eyes.
Yashinu's mother cleared her throat deeply.
"Don't just stand there, Yashinu," she said with a smile on her face, "ask the young lady if she'd like to stay for dinner."
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GAH, that's IT!!! wahahahahhahahah!
I hope you liked it—please RR
I'm SO sorry that it took me so long to update and it was still a short update.
I hope to end the story within two to three chaps, and QUICK.
Hmm......no cheese this time either. And no more tofu. Lets get back to the unhealthy. I am in the mood for donuts, perhaps?
ShadowKitsune5313- arigatou!!!! I'll definitely continue...I just get lazy sometimes GOMEN!!!!
Sango13- Thank you! (feels happy) Uhh...too bad about the update "soon" thing, though. Sorry!!!
Kachie-chan- updating updating! *bows repeatedly, ends up hitting head on some random item*
Kelly- hmm...interesting. and thank you!!!! ;-)
whoa- you'll find out sooooooon
demongirl6381- *whines back* trying trying trying!
priestessmykala- oi, I like your name!!!! And I will I will!!!!
Sweet Sad Jess- thank you ^_^ Don't be sad, just sweet! Be happy!
ssp51201- Yes! You're SO right, ya know? It IS his human soul..... Thanks for helping me realize that lol
VolleyGirl626- I only like chocolate soy ^_~ it's sooo good
kayzie kaiba- hahahah seto IS kinda cute *blush*
bet: STOP SCARING ME LIKE THAT! *sniff* you're gonna make me have a heart attack (and stop calling me woman, it's turning me on ^_~ jk)
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NOW ON WITH THE STORY (or off with MY HEAD!!!)
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Kagome pushed Ayumi away and mouthed, "later!"
What about Yashinu could Ayumi possibly be that excited about?
Well, not that it was exactly hard to excite Ayumi, but..........
"Higurashi!" someone said in a sweet, familiar accent.
"Uh, Hey Hojo!" Kagome said, trying not to laugh at the over-muscled action figure in Hojo's hand. (a/n: I have nothing against Vegeta..........he's actually ok. But you have to admit, his muscles are HUGE)
'Please,' Kagome prayed to herself, 'please don't let Hojo like me. I don't want Ayumi to get hurt.'
Thankfully, Hojo actually seemed pretty content with Ayumi. He smiled broadly as she excitedly grabbed his Vegeta action figure.
Kagome's eyes widened when Ayumi started to actually TALK about DBZ.
"Ooo, looks like she's done some research," she whispered to herself, scarcely able to contain a huge lopsided grin.
She was surprised when Yashinu started smirking at the comment.
How had he heard that when she had said it so subtly under her breath?
He had good hearing, evidently.
The bell rang, and Mr. Seto raised his hand, "You may go."
"Ja ne, Yashinu," Kagome waved.
"Just a minute, Kagome-san, do you think we could work on the project after school at one of our houses? Alternating?"
Kagome's mind procured an image of her mom ogling over Yashinu's purple eyes, and winking suggestively at Kagome. Of course, then her grandfather would get into it, first trying to sell Yashinu some charm or another. Not to be left out, her brother would soon join in on the chaos and tell Kagome she left her underwear in the bathroom.
Kagome's eyebrow twitched.
"Ah, sure Yashinu. C-could we meet at your house today?" Might as well try to keep Yashinu away from her family as long as possible.
Yashinu nodded, "Okay, I suppose. See you at........around seven?" he asked, handing Kagome a small scribbling of his address.
"Mmm," Kagome nodded.
Ayumi stood in the background, her mouth open.
"You're going to his HOUSE?" Ayumi shrieked after Yashinu was out of earshot.
"Ssshhhhhhhh, Ayumi," Kagome whispered holding her ears, "yes I am. What's the big deal, anyhow?"
"Kagome," Ayumi shook her head, "this'll take too long. Wacdonalds. Now. You. Me. Eri. Yuka. Let's go!"
Kagome raised a speculative brow and sighed, "ok, ok, whatever."
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Eri's fist came down hard on the table.
"YOU are partners with YAMAMOTO-SENSEI???"
Kagome covered her ears and squinted her eyes.
"Sensei? He's just a student. What's with calling him 'sensei'?"
Now it was Yuka's turn to slam her fist on the table. "Just a student? JUST a student?"
Ayumi sighed, "Oh, Kagome........."
Kagome glared back at her. "Could you all just STOP it!? Just tell me what this is all about."
Yuka sighed, picking up her book-bag and unzipping it.
Kagome stared at her.
"What are you doing? Yuka?"
"Just a minute, Kagome, you have to read this," Yuka explained, flipping through a small red book.
"Here," she said with her finger opening the book to a certain page, "read this."
Kagome frowned slightly, grabbing the book and reading the page furiously.
It......
It was beautiful.
It was the most beautiful piece of poetry she had ever read.
Dark, foreboding, mysterious, and full of intense metaphor that was apparent but unthinkable.
The words permeated with the aroma of pain, hatred, fire.
She could feel the suffering of the author, feel the loss of words, feel the need for something greater.
The words shook her to her soul.
A small tear was emitted from Kagome's eye, and she wiped it swiftly away.
"Well?" Eri asked, her arms crossed triumphantly.
"Well what?" Kagome choked out, alarmed at her vehement response. "It's beautiful. I just don't get what this has to do with anything we were talking about."
Ayumi sighed, looking flustered. "Kagome, Look at the cover."
Kagome nodded, doing as she was told.
Her eyes strayed to the authors name.
Otomamay
Yamamoto........backwards?
"How are you sure it's him?" Kagome asked suspiciously.
"The creative writing teacher let it out into the open so everyone in our school knows," Yuka paused, "well, everyone but YOU apparently."
"So," Kagome croaked, "Yashinu wrote this?"
"Yes," Eri nodded, "Yamamoto-sensei is one of the youngest poets to ever be published. His writing skills are.......amazing."
Kagome couldn't do anything but gawk at her.
"Well........I knew that he was a pretty good writer..........I could see that when we were writing our script, but....this......is just genius," Kagome said, unable to think of any other word to describe it.
"Yup," Eri's eyes twinkled, "and that's not all. He's also an excellent actor. Thus, he's in theatre. The only thing is that.......he's kinda.......reclusive. He barely ever talks to anyone if he can help it. Sure, he has a lot of friends, but.........I guess that comes naturally when your book is one of the top-selling in the poetry line and you're just 16."
Kagome gulped. "But........this isn't like Yashinu at all. I mean, he's so.......calm. What's with all the anger?"
Ayumi gasped, "Kagome! How do you KNOW this? He actually.....actually TALKED to you?"
"Well, yeah......."
Ayumi squealed.
"You can get to know him better now! And report to us, we want to know of the man behind the poetry!" Yuki commanded excitedly.
"Oh, no........." Kagome gasped, "Oh no no no no!"
"Kagome? What's wrong?" Eri asked as Kagome's head slumped down onto the table in front of her.
"Damn," she said hitting her head, "I asked him if he needed HELP writing some poetry we have in our play. I asked HIM!" she groaned loudly.
Unsympathetically, Kagome's friends were shaking with laughter.
Kagome tried to keep her mouth stern, her arms crossed.
This made her friends laugh even harder, which, in turn, made Kagome laugh.
Why hadn't he told her?
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"151.........152......ah, there it is! 153!" Kagome said to herself, finding Yashinu's house at last.
To her surprise, there was a huge gate at the front, obstructing her view of the actual house.
She rang the buzzer on the gate, and a voice lisped through the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Ah, Higurashi Kagome here."
"Mmm" the voice replied, the gate opening.
A lump formed in Kagome's throat as she got her first view of Yashinu......er, Yamamoto-sensei's house.
The house itself was unbelievably large, and not of a traditional Japanese style.
It was almost like a red-brick castle, turrets seemed to jut out everywhere and the front side was scattered with huge, imposing windows.
What caught her breath, however, was the garden surrounding the house.
A huge waterfall cooed at the left side, and orange-blossoms surrounded every inch of free space.
Weeping willows surrounded the grounds, freeing the premises from any peepers.
A little shaken, Kagome walked in, seeing Yashinu sitting on a rock by the waterfall.
He had a piece of paper with him, and he was furiously writing, erasing, and rewriting something.
"Yashinu?" Kagome said softly, alarmed at the way Yashinu jumped.
"Hehehe, Kagome!" he said, putting his hand behind his head awkwardly, "you're here!"
He quickly stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket, and rose to greet her.
"Well, this is my home," he said, eyes down, "I suppose we should go inside and get to work."
Kagome looked up into the cloudy, white sky and sniffed in, closing her eyes in the moment.
"No," she smiled, "its all right with me if we stay out here."
For a moment, only a split second, Yashinu looked dumbfounded, but he quickly covered it with a dazzling open-mouthed smile.
Kagome took a seat on the rock beside him, trying to listen to all he had to say.
Hard, as she tried, she just couldn't.
Mid-sentence, she interrupted him, "Yashinu!" she said. louder than she had intended.
"Mmm? Yes?"
"Why---why didn't you tell me that you were a poet? Not only that, a FAMOUS poet?"
His eyes widened, and every visible inch of him turned crimson.
"I—er—I'm NOT famous, Kagome, and........" Yashinu stuttered.
Kagome cocked her head to the side, a quizzical look settled deep upon her face, her lips pursed.
She gave up. "Ok, I guess in the essence of 'fame,' you aren't really famous. But, still, even if MOST people (other than those who go to our school) don't know who you are, you're still pretty well renowned as an anonymous writer. Why didn't you tell me?"
He stared at her, almost as if trying to evaluate her reasons for being so forward.
"I guess---I guess I wanted people to stop treating me like---well, not in a bad way—but a FREAK. Some people even call me a 'genius.' What crap!"
Kagome nodded, trying not to turn red. She, too, had called him a genius after reading his work. Did that make her just like all the others?
"And," he went on, "I just didn't want to put you at unease. Especially since part of our project did require writing a script. I wanted you to express your opinions. If you knew I was......was 'published,' or whatever, you would've let me do whatever I wanted."
Wow. That was actually........pretty perceptive of him.
"Still," she said turning around, "you could've told me SOMETHING before I made a total ass of myself and asked YOU if you needed help with poetry," she spat.
Yashinu smirked, "Oh please. Actually, the way things are going right n--"
He stopped abruptly.
"What?" Kagome raised an eyebrow.
"Er, nothing. Do you want to meet my parents?" he said, desperate for a topic change.
Kagome sighed. She'd let him get away with that one if he really wanted to.
"Sure," she acquiesced.
Through the walk to the house, she secretly wondered what Yashinu's parents would be like.
Probably creative geniuses, just like him.
Since like begets like, right?
They walked into the marbled foyer, their footsteps echoing in the hall around them.
"Hold on," Yashinu held up his hand, let me make sure my parents are even ho--"
He was interrupted by the sound of a large "THWAP!" in the background, followed by a curse, and an apology.
He soughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, they're home."
He led her to the enormous living room, just in time to hear a woman apologize and proclaim that "old habits die hard."
"Yeah, they die HARD, all right," Kagome could see the twinkle in Yashinu's dad's eyes even when his back was turned, as he stroked his cheek.
"Mom, dad, I want you to meet my project partner, Kagome," Yashinu cleared his throat loudly.
As Yashinu's dad spun around, Kagome fell into a pair of familiar, blue eyes that she could have sworn she had seen before.
She gasped, and her eyes quickly ran to Yashinu's mother, who sat on the couch, a grin on her face and a cat on her lap.
They were........Miroku and Sango!
Kagome exhaled deeply, finally realizing that she had been holding her breath.
Yashinu's father was stroking a slap mark on his cheek, and his mother's cat looked..........suspiciously like she had two tails.
Except..........this Miroku and Sango.......could she call them that?........were older.
They had small creases lining their otherwise smooth faces on the forehead and mouth, but still retained the youth of their eyes.
Yashinu's mother cleared her throat deeply.
"Don't just stand there, Yashinu," she said with a smile on her face, "ask the young lady if she'd like to stay for dinner."
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GAH, that's IT!!! wahahahahhahahah!
I hope you liked it—please RR
I'm SO sorry that it took me so long to update and it was still a short update.
I hope to end the story within two to three chaps, and QUICK.
Hmm......no cheese this time either. And no more tofu. Lets get back to the unhealthy. I am in the mood for donuts, perhaps?