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Better to burn out than fade away.
CHAPTER THREE: Turning the tables
If life were simple, then the world would be filled with doctors, lawyers and engineers. If life were simple, nobody would want to be someone else. If life were simple, I wouldn't be stuck here in an advanced chemistry class on a Wednesday morning listening to the teacher go on about god knows what. But alas, being a part of humanity means following the complicated rules of life.
The ringing of the musical bell jerked me from my pondering. The haziness in my sight subsided and the plumb form of the teacher came into clear focus.
"That's it for today" dismissed Mrs. Boreal as she dusted her hands before sitting down in front of the oak desk. "Don't forget class, tomorrow is the unit exam on hydrocarbon bonding." I groaned. What the hell is hydrocarbon bonding?
Upon packing up my books and stepping out of the elegant classroom, I was once again bombarded with a mass of whispers following my footsteps down the marble hall. Seriously, I need to introduce these people to television.
"I heard what happened yesterday" a snotty voice called as the blond owner fell in step beside me. "You have really went from bad to worse."
"Why hello to you too Ashley" I murmured with dripping sarcasm.
"You know, there is a pool going right now on when you'll be booted out." She informed with a smug grin. "I have money put on today."
"Nice to know you guys like me so much." I smiled. "And here I thought you said that people will never pay attention to me."
"Oh we'd like to make you feel special Kikyo before you get booted out." Her grin widened. "All that's left is for Sesshoumaru to give the word and then you can kiss your acade-"
She suddenly stopped in her tracks. The noise around us died down quickly. Confusion clouded my mind as to what the hell could've caused the gossip queen to suddenly shut her trap, because whoever it was shall be my god. But as I looked up to be greeted by the golden eyes that started this whole thing in the first place, all thoughts of appreciation drifted from my mind. If I had a hit list, Inuyasha Winston would most probably be ranked first on it.
"Good morning Winston." I greeted with a phony smile. "How's it going?" His eyes narrowed in response.
"Don't play the innocent wench with me" he sneered. "It won't save your place here." Is this guy purposely trying to provoke me? I regarded him with a cool gaze, void of all previous pretense emotions.
"And how do you intend to boot me out?" I inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Tell me Winston, do you intend to run to daddy or big bro?"
"Watch it!" He growled in warning as anger began seeping into his golden orbs. Looks like I've hit a weak spot.
"You know," I took my chance to go on. As said by father, when you hit a weak spot, don't hesitate to exploit it. "I was having a rather pleasant day here, well...as pleasant as it could get around here, but here you come strolling about and threatening me. Now, usually, I would challenge you to some kind of a fight or sport or something, but then I realized, hey, I couldn't compete with you. You buy all your victories with daddy's money."
"I said WATCH IT!" He shouted. His voice echoed throughout the now virtually silent hall.
"Oh, what's the matter?" I taunted with a pout. I had him now. "Did I hit a weak spot?"
"YOU PENNYLLESS LITTLE BIT-"
"That's quiet enough" interrupted an icy smooth voice, penetrating immediately through Inuyasha's shouts. The spectators gasped, germinating a sick foreboding feeling in my stomach. What the hell is it now?
Like Moses parting the sea, the tall figure parted the crowd without so much as a glance to either side. Confidence and power oozed from his proper posture and his presence made all shrivel around him in fear. I looked up at the newcomer. I knew who it was right away.
Sesshoumaru Winston. The infamous student council president I have heard so much about.
Silver locks flowed with each graceful step. Features that even stunned me were set in a cold emotionless mask. Body that modeled the uniform to perfection held proper posture without effort. But what mostly intimidated me were his molten gold eyes void of any emotion. They stared down at me, freezing me in place.
"You are Kikyo Reynolds I presume?" he questioned. His voice reminded me strongly of flowing ice water. I shook myself out of the stupor. I will NOT fall for him like all the other whores in this school.
"Yes I am" I answered proudly as I dared to look him in the eye, inviting a challenge. "Is there something I can help you with?" I could see Inuyasha at the edge of my vision staring at me intensely, all hatred suddenly gone from his golden orbs.
"I would like to have a word with you."
"Alright" I replied without hesitation. I suppose this was coming sooner or later. "Lead the way." He nodded in approval at my graceful acceptance and began once again parting the sea of spectators before us.
Perhaps he really was bestowed with the same powers as Moses in this institution, if not more.
*~*
Molten gold orbs regarded me with intensity, sending cold shivers down my spine. The perfect features were set in a mild amusing contemplation. The proper posture was still upheld in the black armchair. Silence reigned supreme in this cold yet lavish room.
So what exactly am I supposed to say to the most powerful man in this school? Nothing came to mind at the moment, leading me to do the only thing I could do. I stared back into his golden orbs, trying my hardest not to flinch or blink at the burning force. It was like staring into the sun.
"Tell me Miss Reynolds," his smooth icy voice finally shattered the defining silence. "Are you aware of the uprise you have created within the past three days?" I nodded in response.
"Quiet aware."
"And do you know of the consequences for such actions?" He raised an aristocratic eyebrow in question.
"No" I shrugged. "But I'm guessing its something I won't like."
"Indeed. The actions you have committed are punishable by expulsion." I regarded him calmly.
"Granted this was coming" I replied with indifference. Really, higher education just didn't make my priority list. "But mind telling me as to just exactly why I'm getting booted out?"
"Need I state the reasons?" he asked, not taken aback at all with my bluntness. The guy was truly too calm. He might be good looking beyond measure, but his personality really needed some work.
"As a matter of fact, you do." I could tell that he wasn't use to commands with the way he regarded me. A mixture of slight surprise and amusement. So the guy did have some emotions.
"The foremost of your offense would be defying the student council."
"Is this form of defiance actually illegal in the bylaws here?" I asked incredulously. "Or is it just some sort of golden rule in the social structure?"
"I would have to say both."
Sesshomaru shifted comfortably in his seat. He was in complete control of this situation. We both knew I was completely out of my element. It was evident with the way I sat at the edge of my own armchair by the fireplace, ready to jump up at any second. I glanced down at the beige fur carpet, no doubt costing quiet a hefty sum. Just who the hell did these people think they were? I felt the old familiar feeling of irritation taking over my thoughts.
"Don't you think that's granting your club a little too much power?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Don't you think this creates some sort of inequality within the school? And while we're at it, shouldn't the headmaster be the only one able to expel me?"
"It has been this way since the beginning of the foundation." He explained calmly. Suddenly, I became aware of the badge pined on the breast of his blue jacket. The red and gold badge signaling him as a respectable senior. "The structures of this academy have done well in governing the student body. I hold the highest power within this institution. The facility's main purpose here is to educate and to make sure the bylaws are followed properly."
"Well, I suppose a revolt is bound to occur sooner or later." I murmured under my breath, but I knew he heard with the way he raised his elegant eyebrow once again. But hell, it was true. I felt like being back in the early 1800's in this dam school.
"I don't believe it is coming anytime soon." He replied with no anger evident in his tone, as if he was stating a simple fact rather than defending his "structural" government. A pause settled over us as I studied him for a reaction.
But none came.
"Well, since I AM officially expelled, I'm outta here!" I declared out of the blue as I got up, ready to leave. Screw justification, this guy just made me feel self-conscious and I wasn't going to hang around this depressing place when I could be out there having fun.
"Sit down Miss Reynolds" he spoke calmly, but I could feel the implanted command. He spoke it naturally, as if expecting to be obeyed. I now officially retract the statement about Kouga being arrogant. He was quiet humble compared to this guy.
"Love to, but I've got places do go, things to do." I flashed him a smile. "Later." I began to walk towards the richly carved oak door, but before I could take two steps, I felt his intimidating presence stand up behind me.
"Sit down Miss Reynolds." He re-enforced more firmly this time, yet still no hint of emotion surfaced in his tone. I turned around to face him full force.
"Yes?" I inquired. I remained standing, but I don't think it made much of a difference. The very air around him just intimidated me, but I'll die before I let it show.
"Perhaps I could give you another chance." He calmly spoke. I looked at him with bewilderment. What the hell did he just say again?
"Uh, why?" I asked bluntly, both confusion and skepticism clearly evident in my features. "What's in it for you?"
"I do believe that being a scholarship student puts you in a rather hard position to find proper higher level education again." He answered, not having even the slightest awareness of offending me.
Perhaps for once since arriving in this academy, I took the smart route. I decided not to push my luck and let this one slide. Kikyo owes me big time. I'm usually not a person to compromise my beliefs.
"Well, thank you for your....second opportunity." I smiled pleasantly before preparing to walk out once again, but this time in resolved peace.
"And about your match with Amelia this afternoon" he commented offhand. I stopped in my tracks. Oh shit.
"I will be there to observe."
*~*
I felt the burning glare of Hojo on my skull as I took a bite of my Caesar salad. Finally, having had enough of his unblinking gaze, I looked up.
"What?" I asked in irritation.
"Well.....?" he hinted.
"Well what?"
"What happened in there between you and Sesshoumaru Winston?" he asked in frustration. I swear that he truly sounded like a gossip hungry girlfriend at the moment. But I suppose I didn't blame the poor guy. Obviously not being present at the initial incident had made him feel slightly anxious as to what I did. And let's face it, my actions don't exactly confirm with that of Kikyo's.
"Nothing" I sighed, answering the same question for the hundredth time. "Would you just drop it."
"It's kind of hard not to wonder when it's the very first time in history he even approached someone to consult them about their expulsion!" Hojo cried. "From past observations, the student council is not exactly the most forgiving group, especially not Sesshoumaru Winston."
"Guess he was in a good mood today then" I stated with a shrug.
"No Kagome, you said something that made him reconsider expelling you" Hojo pressed.
"I said nothing!" I yelled out in frustration. "I truly don't see what the big deal is! So the guy gave me another chance. No need to make a huge investigation on it. Its called luck Hojo!"
"What do you mean this isn't a big deal?" Hojo demanded. "The whole school's talking about it! In fact, if you look around right now, the whole cafeteria is sneaking glances at you!"
I looked around, taking note for the first time of the various glances directed my way. Some were speculative, some were confused, and some were down right angry at my previous "unworthy presence" in front of their god. Great school.
"Whatever" I shrugged.
"No, this is not whatever, this is-"I heard the clearing of a feminine throat in front of our table. We both looked up. There stood the last person I wanted to see..... well, perhaps second last.
"Why hello there Amelia." I greeted with a phony smile very similar to my earlier display. "How are you?"
"You are to report to the main gymnasium today after school for our scheduled match." She spoke firmly while glaring at me.
"Great." I replied. "I'll be there." She nodded before walking away through the double glass doors, snapping at a waiter on her way. No doubt to bring an order to the student council room. As it turns out, they had their very own cafeteria. How fucking...actually, I'm not even surprised at this anymore. They were just that powerful here.
"Wonder where that cafeteria really is...." I mumbled to myself unconsciously as I watched her retreating back.
"The same way as the teacher's lounge." Answered an irritating voice I have come to know so well. Well, today must really be my lucky day. I glanced over at Hojo, who was sending me glares of warning to not tick him off again when I just earned back my position.
"How are you Inuyasha." I heard myself sigh, all the previous pretense of enthusiasm with Amelia drained out. For some reason, I just didn't see the need to be so phony around the younger Winston.
"Nice greeting." He sneered as he took a seat opposite me beside Hojo. "Heard Sesshoumaru gave you another chance."
"Does that undermine your authority?" I heard myself mock. Shit, so much for keeping it in. I felt Hojo kick me hard from underneath the table.
"No, in fact, this makes things more interesting." Inuyasha commented with a grin. What? No sudden bursts of anger? No you'll die wench? The hell is happening?
"Well then, please do tell as to why the hell it's so amusing?" I felt another kick. Damit, if he doesn't stop soon, I'll start kicking back. I cannot be held responsible for my own actions around Inuyasha Winston.
"Oh, I am eager to see how you fare against Amelia in archery." He replied nonchalantly.
"Why is that?"
"She is an expert archer." Inuyasha answered simply before he stood up with a smile. "I'll enjoy watching your demise."
*~*
And the countdown began.
The rest of the afternoon passed by like a time bomb with most of the school eagerly ticking down the seconds to explosion. Apparently, it was the most eventful thing to happen all year and no one wanted to miss the big finale.
Two alternatives could happen from the soon approaching challenge. One, she could kick my ass and completely humiliate me in front of the entire student body, thus proving her fact that scholarship kids are...well....inferior. Or two, I can kick her ass and laugh in her face, thus proving my point that rich kids entirely depended upon daddy's money to buy victories. Although most of the school was expecting the former, I was betting on the latter.
As I entered the large spacious gymnasium, a confident smile appeared on my face. Cherry wood floor creaked underneath my footsteps as I took in the sight of the expected white walls covered in championship banners. A large crowd of spectators surrounded the newly set out archery field, all ready for the show. Amelia stood at the front view, all high and mighty in her archery attire of dark green with a highly expensive bow set down beside her.
With my entrance, all eyes averted in my direction, curious to see as to how I will approach the situation. Amelia's deep green eyes narrowed.
"I'm pleased to see you didn't back out" she called. "Where is your equipment?"
"Well, seeing as I don't make archery my number one priority in life, I don't go out and buy bows and arrows." I shrugged. "Besides, guns are way more effective." Her lips thinned into a line as the venom in her eyes increased.
"Very well," she accepted with a curt nod. "In the face of good sportsmanship, I will allow you to choose your equipment from the school. Make your choice quick."
"I'm honored by your generosity." I bowed, although I had a feeling she didn't quite catch on that it was out of mockery. Allow me? Dam, I really do have to bring the bitch down a few notches.
I smiled as I took in the sight of twenty identical newly polished bows hanging on the white elegant wall next to the target area. Slowly, I strolled towards them, taking my time in the agonizing suspense of the hungry spectators. Brushing my fingers past each bow, I finally settled on the second last one to the right. This would do. I let my hand run down the smoothly carved wooden curve. Yes, this would do indeed.
"Is that your final choice?" she asked in annoyance, impatient to get it on.
"I believe it is" I nodded. I grabbed the case of arrows lying on the floor, deeply aware of her growing anger and irritation. Things are certainly looking up for me. Emotion is the ultimate weakness leading to one's demise.
"Very well, I will begin then" Without a second glance in my direction, she efficiently strung her bow in the thick anticipating silence. I observed her movements in deep interest. Perhaps I really should've learned how to string a bow before I came today.
Gracefully pointing a finger at the target two meters away with a strung silver arrow, she stood in a perfect stance, poised and ready to fire. I gulped unconsciously, praying for her to screw up and make my job easier. But no such luck. Her deep green eyes narrowed in concentration as she took a deep calculating breath before letting go of the arrow, shooting it through a perfect straight path to slice through the suspense of the room. Bull's eye. Right in the middle. Oh shit.
The crowd erupted in applause, knocking me out of balance with their sudden outburst. Ignoring the cheers from the worshipping student body, Amelia glanced at me expectantly with the hint of a triumphant grin.
"Not bad" I admitted with a grin of my own to match hers. "Not bad at all."
"You claim to be able to do better?" She laughed in disbelief. "I would certainly like to see that."
"Very well" I agreed. It's time for me to back up my own bluff. Cautiously, I pulled an arrow from the bin and glanced at it. The metal head glistered at the sharp tip, greatly enticing me with its dangerous allure. Silently, I strung my own bow, imitating her pervious actions step by step. I grew aware of the settling silence once again and the occasional whispers of my demise. I smiled with confidence. It would not do to be defeated even before I start.
How exactly do you beat someone who shot a bull's eye? As expected with my lack of knowledge on this sport, I couldn't come up with an answer, but I figured if I matched her shot then I should at least be even. Focusing all my sight on the target ahead, I pointed my forefinger right at the center.
I became even more distinctly aware of the noises around me. The coughs, the breathing, and the deeply contagious whispers of my failure. My eyes narrowed. The dot indicating the center of the target filled my entire vision.
I scrunched up my nose in concentration and took a deep breath before at last releasing the arrow. It shot forward in a perfect straight path, whizzing through the air and striking the middle dot that I am now seeing behind closed lids. The crowd gasped and whispers began to germinate into deep murmurs.
"I suppose I underestimated you a little" Amelia speculated beside me. "Kikyo...is it?" I nodded. I suppose she would expect me to be honored that she took the liberty of finding out my name. Oh joy. "But let's see you keep this up." Efficiently she strung her bow and fired another shot, matching her first one in skill.
And so the match escalated with both of us matching each other shot per shot. Her with her lessons from prestigious trainers and me with my lessons from the streets, it was truly a clash between style. While hers were always well practiced and graceful, mine were experienced and accurate. And thus, after a forty five-minute match, it came down to this last shot.
The rules were simple. The target was 20 meters away at the other side of the gym. We both shoot at the same time and first arrow to reach the center of the target wins. It was a free for all. My fingers tingled in anticipating, eager to finally prove myself once and for all as an equal to these money dependent brats, if not better.
We both took our stance while the room quickly died down with the largest anticipation filling the air. A distant voice began the countdown I was only partially aware of.
"Five."
I looked at Amelia's silver tipped arrow, poised and ready for its deadly strike.
"Four"
I eyed my own arrow with the metal tip, maybe not as elegant as my opponents, but alluring in its own manner.
"Three"
I glanced at my opponent one last time, catching her glancing at me with a ready grin of triumph in her features before she averted her gaze.
"Two"
I concentrated all of my energy on the feel of the bow and arrow within my hands and focused my vision on the significant speck of red that would determine my fate within this school, and for that matter, Kikyo's.
"One"
I took a deep calculating breath, distinctly aware of her doing the same.
"GO"
I released the arrow with a sudden jolt, watching it whiz through the air with all its might. The silver tipped arrow was quick at its heel, ready to take the league. Soon the arrows were neck to neck and I keenly noticed one knocking the other slightly off course.
But unlike a horse race, the event only lasted but a second. In the aftermath, one arrow pierced the very center of the target while the other struck only the outer edge. The whole gym held their breath, eager to see the tip that would tell them all.
Slowly, the counter from before began to approach the target. I became aware of the growing anticipation of Amelia beside me as she watched the target like a hawk. For once, the triumphant grin was absent from her lips.
Carefully, the boy pulled out the target in the center, eyeing the tip with disbelief.
"It's....metal" he spoke weakly, but all heard him loud and clear in the stillness. The outcome was obvious. I won.
The room remained stunned without a word. I had just beaten whom they apparently considered a master archer.
"Well, I suppose a congratulations is in order." Amelia spat out bitterly with venom leaking out of her deep green orbs. I knew she didn't mean a word of it. "But if I were you, I'd watch myself very carefully from now on." And with this last warning, she brushed past me and stormed out of the gym, not paying the observing crowd a second glance.
Well, at least she had style when losing.
All eyes averted back to me, expectant of a reply from me. I just shrugged. Carefully laying down the bow and arrow beside hers, I took my bag and headed out the same door, eager to get home and put this tiring day behind me. But as prepared to pass through the dense crowd, I became distinctly aware of two figures occupying the opposite entrance.
The Winston brothers.
Inuyasha's face held utter shock, mirroring much the student bodies'. His golden orbs regarded me with a new light, as if unable to decide if I truly did it myself or if there was a slight possibility that some celestial force aided my victory. Well, hate to break it to you buddy, but god hates me.
But his presence was greatly overshadowed by the looming form of his elder brother leaning against the doorway. With molten gold eyes boring deeply into my own and a posture that just shouted domination, he was quite a sight that knocked me off balance for the second time today. I quickly shook myself out of the stupor before I averted my gaze and began walking through the crowd.
Is it me, or was there a hint of a grin on his lips as well?
*~*
Wednesday night passed in a confusing blur. Upon picking up mother from work, we went straight home. After about two hours of pretending to do homework, which lets face it, I had no way in hell the knowledge to complete, dinner was served at six. The food was the same delicious way I have grown accustomed to in the short period of five days and the table conversation was pleasant. However, what truly stuck my notice was a tense feeling radiating from mother. Of course, my first reaction was to question her.
"What's wrong mom?" I inquired after a bite of the buttered bread. Souta's head perked up at my question, eager to hear mother's response. The elder woman shook her head with a smile.
"Nothing at all dear. I'm fine."
"Are you sure Aunt Anna?" Souta pressed. So he noticed it too. Upon spending the last couple nights with him, I have picked up on the fact that the kid was sharp for his age.
"Yes, I'm fine" assured mother. "Now what's this about a project I hear on Pandas Souta?" And so she had successfully diverted the topic of conversation as Souta began describing his work, a bit reluctant at first but soon turning energetic and out of breath, as expect of a boy his age.
But despite her insistence, mother looked tired. Her eyes no longer held the energy they held the first day I was back, as if the first appearance was just some disguise to hide her true grief.
Despite wanting to question her further and perhaps offer her comfort, I held back. I gave her space. It was something I would want. Perhaps it was just a periodic thing? I brushed it off as nothing.
As I partially listened to the enthusiastic voice of Souta, snippets of the day kept replaying in my mind. The meeting with Sesshoumaru. The arguments with Inuyasha. The challenge with Amelia. School was indeed taking its space in my thoughts.
Especially the grief caused by the Winston brothers.
*~*
What the hell is calculus?
As I put down my books on top of the small wooden desk, I found myself pondering this very question for the tenth time this morning. I suppose I should've asked Hojo what it was before I ventured into the classroom. But alas, what is done cannot be undone, so I sat down and did the only thing I could at the moment. For once, I opened a textbook without being forced to and began to leaf through the pages, determined to get at least some sort of idea as to what I'm going to be doing in this class.
Soon, the students began filing in, each shooting me a glance as they took their prospective spots. The news of my victory spread like fire within the premise. Hojo made sure to inform me the first thing in the morning, along with some quiet opinionated comments. Gradually, all the desks began filling and whispers occupied every corner of the room.
"Settle down please." I could hear the boring voice of the teacher. Geez, class hasn't even started and I was already bored. "I will be taking attendance now."
After a whole bunch of names like "Henry" and "James" that were clearly passed down through families, I heard the unique name of my own twin called out.
"Kikyo Reynolds?"
"Here" I called out without much enthusiasm. Dam, I hope we weren't being marked on effort.
"Inuyasha Winston?" Silence greeted his question. I froze in my place. Did I just hear right? "Mr. Winston?"
Oh god, if you have any sort of feeling towards me other than hate, you will perform a miracle right now and make Winston transfer classes or something.
"Mr. Win-"
"Here!" called the familiar irritating voice as the carved door quickly opened and Inuyasha stepped in all might and cocky.
"Glad to hear Mr. Winston" the teacher greeted without even inquiring about his whereabouts. The hell kind of fair system was this? Oh, I forgot, it wasn't a fair system at all with the meddling of the student council.
The golden orbs scanned around the room, finally settling on a spot behind me. Oh god no! The realization of the empty seat behind me suddenly hit home. Oh fuck! What a stoke of fucking luck. Calmly, he strolled to the seat behind me, flashing me a provoking grin on his way. Someone up there must really hate me. Just kill me now and get it over with.
The teacher continued to call out names. I glued my eyes to the textbook, keen on blocking the guy behind me out. Perhaps it won't be so bad, I mean it was only for like an hour so I think-
All pretense of self-comfort left me as I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Slowly I turned around.
"What now?" I demanded. "Other than to tell me about my demise."
"Well, since you ARE sitting in front of me, I believe we should be civilized to each other for at least this period." He stated cooly.
"Somehow I highly doubt you mean that." I replied with an arched eyebrow. "What do you want?"
"Just curious" he shrugged. "What caused the once perfect scholarship student to turn so.....rebellious?" I chuckled.
"Let's just say I had an altering life experience."
"Oh?" he raised a silver eyebrow in interest. I noticed the similarity in features between the brothers, and the many differences. "And what experience would that be?"
"I prefer to keep it private" I replied before turning around. I swear the kid had split personality. He was almost bearable at the moment.
*~*
"And that's it for today class" dismissed the boring old teacher as the bell rang. I got up to collect my books. "Tomorrow we pick up from here. Your homework will be pages 121-125."
I suppose the period went better than I thought. Although I had not a clue as to what the hell the old man was talking about, I figured that if I just took furious notes, Hojo has bound to be able to figure it out and do my homework. Now that only posed a problem on exam days, but hey, I was creative at cheating. In fact, if there were a course on it, I'd ace it.
Suddenly I felt a hard masculine body brush past me, jolting me out of my contemplation. I regarded the back of the retreating figure as he headed out the door ahead of the general mass.
"Oh, and congrats on winning yesterday Kikyo" Inuyasha called back through the crowd before leaving the room, shocking both me and them.
*~*
By lunch, rumors escalated into a new level. Everywhere I went, a sea of whispers followed with half told truths and true sounding lies. In addition with the big topic of my victory, anticipation of the Montgomery banquet, what appeared to be quiet a prestigious event, circulated around the elite. And being a really enticing gossip piece, the two topics were finally linked together. Truly, I applaud the one that thought of this ingenious idea.
The mass topic spreading like wildfire around the premises was my interaction with Sango Montgomery and the deal I made with Sesshoumaru Winston. If someone were to mention those two names to me only a week ago, they would've meant nothing. But alas, life changes and so, like any creature, I must adapt. The two names have truly taken on new meanings in my vocabulary.
"Why is everyone assuming I made a deal with Sesshoumaru Winton?" I questioned Hojo upon greeting him for lunch. He looked at me with disbelief.
"You really wonder why?" he asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah" I nodded.
"Many reasons. First and foremost being you came out of that room still with your scholarship intact."
"So what?" I swear to god we had this discussion before.
"Well, I won't push you if you refuse to tell me what happened in there and I do have faith that you didn't do anything rash since you are still here." Hojo laughed in good humor. "Although I imagine you delivered him quiet a surprise yesterday beating Amelia in archery. She was quiet an experienced and well-known archer in this school."
"I'm telling you, it was skill" I boasted with equal fun, trying my best to imitate an arrogant elite. He laughed harder at my attempt.
"But anyway, you must've heard about the Montgomery charity banquet for cancer."
"Who hasn't" I muttered.
"I'm going." My face abruptly turned to regard him. For the second time that day, shock was written on my features. My eyes bore into his in confusion. I had the impression only the most prominent were able to acquire tickets to it, and lets face it, I was struck with the notion that his family didn't exactly seem to belong to this inner circle.
"W-what?" I managed to ask after the shock subsided a little to allow some room in my brain for thought process. But apparently, not that much.
"My father was able to acquire some tickets from his business partner" he explained. "We have five tickets to the banquet and with the whole family going, we have one extra. So....I was wondering...well...if you're not busy or anything...if you wanted to come as along?"
It was really too bad that my head could still not send messages to my face or I would've sent him an encouraging smile. But alas, he took my non- expressive face as a sing of rejection.
"Oh, well, I understand if you don't want to." He quickly spoke in resignation.
"Oh no, I'm not saying no." I quickly tried to justify myself. "It's just that I'm really surprised. You don't strike me as the kind of person that...well, likes to go to these things."
"Well," he blushed. "I usually don't, but mother insisted this time. She said the family doesn't get opportunities like this often and I should take advantage of it to socialize with some of the higher members in our class."
"I see" I nodded. I understood his pressure. From what I've learned of him so far and snippets of his social life, his family may be at the bottom of the upper society list. Apparently, he came from a declining family fortune or something.
"So...it's a yes then?" he confirmed nervously.
"Of course." I assured with a smile. "I may not be Kikyo, but I can sure as hell help you along in tough situations if it arises."
"Thank you Kagome." He spoke with the purest sincerity, truly touching my heart. "Kikyo was right, you are a wonderful person."
"Hey, it's the least I can do." I replied to the flattery, feeling myself blush slightly. "Now, when is it and do I need to dress up formally?"
"Yes you do and it's on Friday night." Oh, I'm starting to regret my decision already. "But don't worry, I told mother that I might bring you and she said she'd be delighted to lend you a dress. After all, she says you are quiet similar to her in size and it's the least she could do."
"Thanks!" I smiled. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Don't worry," he chuckled, "neither would Kikyo. Can you come to my house tonight for dinner to meet my family? They've met Kikyo already, so you don't have to worry about first impressions."
"I'd love to." I replied with a smile.
*~*
And true to my word, I was there promptly at five thirty after dropping mother off at home. Hojo lived in a reasonable sized estate located on a five-acre lot. It wasn't the biggest I've ever seen, but at the same time, it was much more than your average middle income family could afford.
Upon parking the red Toyota in front of the two door garage surrounded by beautiful lush bushes, I rung the doorbell to the estate. I plump woman dressed in a maid uniform immediately opened the oak paneled door with a welcoming smile.
"Good evening" I greeted.
"Why hello again Kikyo" she spoke with a pleasant motherly tone as she let me in. "Oh you've grown so much. You look so different!"
"Why thank you" I took it as a compliment, despite the nervousness she germinated in me upon mentioning my different look from Kikyo. I'm just plain paranoid sometimes.
"Hojo is in the dinning room with Mr. and Mrs. Ketchum." She informed while closing the door behind me. "Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks." But before I could ask directions to the dining room, Hojo came down the hall.
The inside was decorated in a sophisticated yet warm style, so contrasting the school's cold and businesslike atmosphere. The warm colors of maroon and brown were blended in a unique style to match the cherry wood floor. The furniture pieces were well placed around the space and the spiral staircase in front of me sent an air of class. Truly, the place was a perfect balance between style and homeliness.
"Hi Kikyo" He greeted. "Thanks Nina."
"No problem" the maid replied pleasantly. "I'll go check on dinner now." As soon as she left through another door, I turned to Hojo in question.
"I didn't know you had a maid."
"Oh well, she's the only hired help we have" he explained. "Mother insisted we have someone to look after the house." I nodded.
"So, nice place" I whistled in compliment.
"Oh, thanks, but its nothing compared to the other estates." Hojo sighed.
"Somehow I highly doubt that they even compare in atmosphere." I replied as I began to follow him down the hall with large colorful portraits hanging on the wall. Although I didn't have time to inspect them in detailed, I had a feeling that each hanging face was a past relative.
At last, we arrived at the dinning room door. As he pushed open the sliding doors, I was greeted with three smiling faces seated around the table.
"Why hello Kikyo" greeted the deep voice of a man. Brown hair with a hint of baldness around the forehead area gave the impression of a hard working father figure along with smiling blue eyes. But what grabbed most of my attention was the brown mustache, deeply reminding me of my own late father's.
"Good evening Mr. Ketchum" I replied. "Mrs. Ketchum, you look beautiful."
The woman with copper hair put in a tight bun smiled. Although she was sitting, it was obvious she had a nice figure in contrast to her husband's plum form with a beer belly.
"Thank you Kikyo. You look quiet beautiful yourself." She replied with a smile. "Come take a seat dear." I accepted the invitation and took the seat beside the plumb teenage girl with glasses.
"Hey Kikyo" she greeted pleasantly. Shit, what the hell was Hojo's little sister's name again?
"Alice made it on the honor roll this term." Hojo boasted, earning a pleasant beam from his parents. But both me and him knew it was a rescue mission.
"Why congratulations Alice." I spoke as appropriate. She blushed as she pushed the glasses to her nose. She struck me to be the type of girl just as shy as her older brother. All she needed was a good dose of confidence to come out of her shell, in a manner of speaking.
"Thank you, but I'm sure it's nothing compared to the scholarship you have." I grinned. Oh, if she only knew.
"Oh, I just lucked out." I replied with a shrug. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of academic awards coming your way in the future." Her blush deepened.
"So Kikyo dear, Hojo tells me you need a dress?" Mrs. Ketchum spoke, diverting my attention to her.
"Yes, I do. I haven't been to a formal function for quiet some time." Try all my life.
"Well, not to worry dear, we'll fix you right up." she promised with a determined smile. "I think we share the same size. I have a good selection of formal wear, so you're welcome to borrow any one you want. Would you like to come over Friday after school to do your hair dear? I have a hairstylist that does wonders!"
"Sure" I agreed. Where else did I have to be? "I'd love to."
"Great, then it's settled." She stated in finality.
"Dinner is ready." Declared the maid as she entered the room with two dishes, hypnotizing me with their aroma.
And so the rest of the evening went on with this pleasant atmosphere as dinner was served in an array of delicious dishes. The excitement in Mrs. Ketchum's voice was clearly evident. Mr. Ketchum was quiet compliant with his wife's enthusiasm, promising to take a day off work tomorrow to go shopping for a new dress with her for Alice. Alice seemed happy, albeit quiet, to be able to take the school day off. Hojo and I just watched in interest, contributing to the conversation when needed. The atmosphere in the Ketchum Estate was that of a nervous excitement.
"We really need to dress you up Alice" Mrs. Ketchum spoke after a bite of her salad. "After all, anyone who's important is going to be there."
"Is it an annual event?" I asked lightly over my chicken leg.
"Yes, but this year it's hosted by Lisa Montgomery, so it is greatly emphasized and increased in importance from last year." Mrs. Ketchum replied. "I'm so glad you got tickets for this John!" Mr. Ketchum nodded with a smile.
"Anything for you dear."
"Perhaps we can make some of the boys notice you Alice." Mrs. Ketchum went on. "No, in fact, I know we shall. See dear, aren't you glad you took piano lessons? A well accomplished woman is what every family heir is looking for in a wife." Alice nodded meekly. I had a distinct feeling she was very self- conscious of her inherited figure from her father.
"I'm sure Alice will be amongst the prettiest girls there" I assured in an attempt to boost her confidence. Her blush returned. "In fact, you'll outshine them with both beauty and goodness." Mrs. Ketchum beamed.
"See Alice, you have nothing to worry about." Mrs. Ketchum agreed. "You'll shine right next to Sango Montgomery!"
Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone made me jump. The ring tone was oddly familiar.
"I think it's yours Kikyo" Hojo informed after a few rings, amused at my frantic search for the origin.
"Oh yeah" I acknowledged upon remembering my mom's cell phone in my pocket. "Excuse me, I'll be just a minute." The family nodded, Mrs. Ketchum still deeply engrossed in her conversation about the stores she's going to visit tomorrow.
Upon closing the door behind me, I at last answered the cell phone, quiet irritated with the constant ringing.
"Hello?"
"Kagome?" asked a male voice over the line. I tensed.
"Yes?"
"It's Manten, why aren't you here?"
"Where?" I questioned in puzzlement. "And how did you get this number?"
"Oh, I called you at home and your kid brother or someone told me to call this number." All the muscles in my body froze. Oh shit. Souta was too sharp for his own good sometimes. "So why aren't you here? Are you backing out now?"
"Where?"
"At the race! It starts in twenty minutes!" he exclaimed in exasperation.
Was today Thursday? Oh shit.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Better to burn out than fade away.
CHAPTER THREE: Turning the tables
If life were simple, then the world would be filled with doctors, lawyers and engineers. If life were simple, nobody would want to be someone else. If life were simple, I wouldn't be stuck here in an advanced chemistry class on a Wednesday morning listening to the teacher go on about god knows what. But alas, being a part of humanity means following the complicated rules of life.
The ringing of the musical bell jerked me from my pondering. The haziness in my sight subsided and the plumb form of the teacher came into clear focus.
"That's it for today" dismissed Mrs. Boreal as she dusted her hands before sitting down in front of the oak desk. "Don't forget class, tomorrow is the unit exam on hydrocarbon bonding." I groaned. What the hell is hydrocarbon bonding?
Upon packing up my books and stepping out of the elegant classroom, I was once again bombarded with a mass of whispers following my footsteps down the marble hall. Seriously, I need to introduce these people to television.
"I heard what happened yesterday" a snotty voice called as the blond owner fell in step beside me. "You have really went from bad to worse."
"Why hello to you too Ashley" I murmured with dripping sarcasm.
"You know, there is a pool going right now on when you'll be booted out." She informed with a smug grin. "I have money put on today."
"Nice to know you guys like me so much." I smiled. "And here I thought you said that people will never pay attention to me."
"Oh we'd like to make you feel special Kikyo before you get booted out." Her grin widened. "All that's left is for Sesshoumaru to give the word and then you can kiss your acade-"
She suddenly stopped in her tracks. The noise around us died down quickly. Confusion clouded my mind as to what the hell could've caused the gossip queen to suddenly shut her trap, because whoever it was shall be my god. But as I looked up to be greeted by the golden eyes that started this whole thing in the first place, all thoughts of appreciation drifted from my mind. If I had a hit list, Inuyasha Winston would most probably be ranked first on it.
"Good morning Winston." I greeted with a phony smile. "How's it going?" His eyes narrowed in response.
"Don't play the innocent wench with me" he sneered. "It won't save your place here." Is this guy purposely trying to provoke me? I regarded him with a cool gaze, void of all previous pretense emotions.
"And how do you intend to boot me out?" I inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Tell me Winston, do you intend to run to daddy or big bro?"
"Watch it!" He growled in warning as anger began seeping into his golden orbs. Looks like I've hit a weak spot.
"You know," I took my chance to go on. As said by father, when you hit a weak spot, don't hesitate to exploit it. "I was having a rather pleasant day here, well...as pleasant as it could get around here, but here you come strolling about and threatening me. Now, usually, I would challenge you to some kind of a fight or sport or something, but then I realized, hey, I couldn't compete with you. You buy all your victories with daddy's money."
"I said WATCH IT!" He shouted. His voice echoed throughout the now virtually silent hall.
"Oh, what's the matter?" I taunted with a pout. I had him now. "Did I hit a weak spot?"
"YOU PENNYLLESS LITTLE BIT-"
"That's quiet enough" interrupted an icy smooth voice, penetrating immediately through Inuyasha's shouts. The spectators gasped, germinating a sick foreboding feeling in my stomach. What the hell is it now?
Like Moses parting the sea, the tall figure parted the crowd without so much as a glance to either side. Confidence and power oozed from his proper posture and his presence made all shrivel around him in fear. I looked up at the newcomer. I knew who it was right away.
Sesshoumaru Winston. The infamous student council president I have heard so much about.
Silver locks flowed with each graceful step. Features that even stunned me were set in a cold emotionless mask. Body that modeled the uniform to perfection held proper posture without effort. But what mostly intimidated me were his molten gold eyes void of any emotion. They stared down at me, freezing me in place.
"You are Kikyo Reynolds I presume?" he questioned. His voice reminded me strongly of flowing ice water. I shook myself out of the stupor. I will NOT fall for him like all the other whores in this school.
"Yes I am" I answered proudly as I dared to look him in the eye, inviting a challenge. "Is there something I can help you with?" I could see Inuyasha at the edge of my vision staring at me intensely, all hatred suddenly gone from his golden orbs.
"I would like to have a word with you."
"Alright" I replied without hesitation. I suppose this was coming sooner or later. "Lead the way." He nodded in approval at my graceful acceptance and began once again parting the sea of spectators before us.
Perhaps he really was bestowed with the same powers as Moses in this institution, if not more.
*~*
Molten gold orbs regarded me with intensity, sending cold shivers down my spine. The perfect features were set in a mild amusing contemplation. The proper posture was still upheld in the black armchair. Silence reigned supreme in this cold yet lavish room.
So what exactly am I supposed to say to the most powerful man in this school? Nothing came to mind at the moment, leading me to do the only thing I could do. I stared back into his golden orbs, trying my hardest not to flinch or blink at the burning force. It was like staring into the sun.
"Tell me Miss Reynolds," his smooth icy voice finally shattered the defining silence. "Are you aware of the uprise you have created within the past three days?" I nodded in response.
"Quiet aware."
"And do you know of the consequences for such actions?" He raised an aristocratic eyebrow in question.
"No" I shrugged. "But I'm guessing its something I won't like."
"Indeed. The actions you have committed are punishable by expulsion." I regarded him calmly.
"Granted this was coming" I replied with indifference. Really, higher education just didn't make my priority list. "But mind telling me as to just exactly why I'm getting booted out?"
"Need I state the reasons?" he asked, not taken aback at all with my bluntness. The guy was truly too calm. He might be good looking beyond measure, but his personality really needed some work.
"As a matter of fact, you do." I could tell that he wasn't use to commands with the way he regarded me. A mixture of slight surprise and amusement. So the guy did have some emotions.
"The foremost of your offense would be defying the student council."
"Is this form of defiance actually illegal in the bylaws here?" I asked incredulously. "Or is it just some sort of golden rule in the social structure?"
"I would have to say both."
Sesshomaru shifted comfortably in his seat. He was in complete control of this situation. We both knew I was completely out of my element. It was evident with the way I sat at the edge of my own armchair by the fireplace, ready to jump up at any second. I glanced down at the beige fur carpet, no doubt costing quiet a hefty sum. Just who the hell did these people think they were? I felt the old familiar feeling of irritation taking over my thoughts.
"Don't you think that's granting your club a little too much power?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Don't you think this creates some sort of inequality within the school? And while we're at it, shouldn't the headmaster be the only one able to expel me?"
"It has been this way since the beginning of the foundation." He explained calmly. Suddenly, I became aware of the badge pined on the breast of his blue jacket. The red and gold badge signaling him as a respectable senior. "The structures of this academy have done well in governing the student body. I hold the highest power within this institution. The facility's main purpose here is to educate and to make sure the bylaws are followed properly."
"Well, I suppose a revolt is bound to occur sooner or later." I murmured under my breath, but I knew he heard with the way he raised his elegant eyebrow once again. But hell, it was true. I felt like being back in the early 1800's in this dam school.
"I don't believe it is coming anytime soon." He replied with no anger evident in his tone, as if he was stating a simple fact rather than defending his "structural" government. A pause settled over us as I studied him for a reaction.
But none came.
"Well, since I AM officially expelled, I'm outta here!" I declared out of the blue as I got up, ready to leave. Screw justification, this guy just made me feel self-conscious and I wasn't going to hang around this depressing place when I could be out there having fun.
"Sit down Miss Reynolds" he spoke calmly, but I could feel the implanted command. He spoke it naturally, as if expecting to be obeyed. I now officially retract the statement about Kouga being arrogant. He was quiet humble compared to this guy.
"Love to, but I've got places do go, things to do." I flashed him a smile. "Later." I began to walk towards the richly carved oak door, but before I could take two steps, I felt his intimidating presence stand up behind me.
"Sit down Miss Reynolds." He re-enforced more firmly this time, yet still no hint of emotion surfaced in his tone. I turned around to face him full force.
"Yes?" I inquired. I remained standing, but I don't think it made much of a difference. The very air around him just intimidated me, but I'll die before I let it show.
"Perhaps I could give you another chance." He calmly spoke. I looked at him with bewilderment. What the hell did he just say again?
"Uh, why?" I asked bluntly, both confusion and skepticism clearly evident in my features. "What's in it for you?"
"I do believe that being a scholarship student puts you in a rather hard position to find proper higher level education again." He answered, not having even the slightest awareness of offending me.
Perhaps for once since arriving in this academy, I took the smart route. I decided not to push my luck and let this one slide. Kikyo owes me big time. I'm usually not a person to compromise my beliefs.
"Well, thank you for your....second opportunity." I smiled pleasantly before preparing to walk out once again, but this time in resolved peace.
"And about your match with Amelia this afternoon" he commented offhand. I stopped in my tracks. Oh shit.
"I will be there to observe."
*~*
I felt the burning glare of Hojo on my skull as I took a bite of my Caesar salad. Finally, having had enough of his unblinking gaze, I looked up.
"What?" I asked in irritation.
"Well.....?" he hinted.
"Well what?"
"What happened in there between you and Sesshoumaru Winston?" he asked in frustration. I swear that he truly sounded like a gossip hungry girlfriend at the moment. But I suppose I didn't blame the poor guy. Obviously not being present at the initial incident had made him feel slightly anxious as to what I did. And let's face it, my actions don't exactly confirm with that of Kikyo's.
"Nothing" I sighed, answering the same question for the hundredth time. "Would you just drop it."
"It's kind of hard not to wonder when it's the very first time in history he even approached someone to consult them about their expulsion!" Hojo cried. "From past observations, the student council is not exactly the most forgiving group, especially not Sesshoumaru Winston."
"Guess he was in a good mood today then" I stated with a shrug.
"No Kagome, you said something that made him reconsider expelling you" Hojo pressed.
"I said nothing!" I yelled out in frustration. "I truly don't see what the big deal is! So the guy gave me another chance. No need to make a huge investigation on it. Its called luck Hojo!"
"What do you mean this isn't a big deal?" Hojo demanded. "The whole school's talking about it! In fact, if you look around right now, the whole cafeteria is sneaking glances at you!"
I looked around, taking note for the first time of the various glances directed my way. Some were speculative, some were confused, and some were down right angry at my previous "unworthy presence" in front of their god. Great school.
"Whatever" I shrugged.
"No, this is not whatever, this is-"I heard the clearing of a feminine throat in front of our table. We both looked up. There stood the last person I wanted to see..... well, perhaps second last.
"Why hello there Amelia." I greeted with a phony smile very similar to my earlier display. "How are you?"
"You are to report to the main gymnasium today after school for our scheduled match." She spoke firmly while glaring at me.
"Great." I replied. "I'll be there." She nodded before walking away through the double glass doors, snapping at a waiter on her way. No doubt to bring an order to the student council room. As it turns out, they had their very own cafeteria. How fucking...actually, I'm not even surprised at this anymore. They were just that powerful here.
"Wonder where that cafeteria really is...." I mumbled to myself unconsciously as I watched her retreating back.
"The same way as the teacher's lounge." Answered an irritating voice I have come to know so well. Well, today must really be my lucky day. I glanced over at Hojo, who was sending me glares of warning to not tick him off again when I just earned back my position.
"How are you Inuyasha." I heard myself sigh, all the previous pretense of enthusiasm with Amelia drained out. For some reason, I just didn't see the need to be so phony around the younger Winston.
"Nice greeting." He sneered as he took a seat opposite me beside Hojo. "Heard Sesshoumaru gave you another chance."
"Does that undermine your authority?" I heard myself mock. Shit, so much for keeping it in. I felt Hojo kick me hard from underneath the table.
"No, in fact, this makes things more interesting." Inuyasha commented with a grin. What? No sudden bursts of anger? No you'll die wench? The hell is happening?
"Well then, please do tell as to why the hell it's so amusing?" I felt another kick. Damit, if he doesn't stop soon, I'll start kicking back. I cannot be held responsible for my own actions around Inuyasha Winston.
"Oh, I am eager to see how you fare against Amelia in archery." He replied nonchalantly.
"Why is that?"
"She is an expert archer." Inuyasha answered simply before he stood up with a smile. "I'll enjoy watching your demise."
*~*
And the countdown began.
The rest of the afternoon passed by like a time bomb with most of the school eagerly ticking down the seconds to explosion. Apparently, it was the most eventful thing to happen all year and no one wanted to miss the big finale.
Two alternatives could happen from the soon approaching challenge. One, she could kick my ass and completely humiliate me in front of the entire student body, thus proving her fact that scholarship kids are...well....inferior. Or two, I can kick her ass and laugh in her face, thus proving my point that rich kids entirely depended upon daddy's money to buy victories. Although most of the school was expecting the former, I was betting on the latter.
As I entered the large spacious gymnasium, a confident smile appeared on my face. Cherry wood floor creaked underneath my footsteps as I took in the sight of the expected white walls covered in championship banners. A large crowd of spectators surrounded the newly set out archery field, all ready for the show. Amelia stood at the front view, all high and mighty in her archery attire of dark green with a highly expensive bow set down beside her.
With my entrance, all eyes averted in my direction, curious to see as to how I will approach the situation. Amelia's deep green eyes narrowed.
"I'm pleased to see you didn't back out" she called. "Where is your equipment?"
"Well, seeing as I don't make archery my number one priority in life, I don't go out and buy bows and arrows." I shrugged. "Besides, guns are way more effective." Her lips thinned into a line as the venom in her eyes increased.
"Very well," she accepted with a curt nod. "In the face of good sportsmanship, I will allow you to choose your equipment from the school. Make your choice quick."
"I'm honored by your generosity." I bowed, although I had a feeling she didn't quite catch on that it was out of mockery. Allow me? Dam, I really do have to bring the bitch down a few notches.
I smiled as I took in the sight of twenty identical newly polished bows hanging on the white elegant wall next to the target area. Slowly, I strolled towards them, taking my time in the agonizing suspense of the hungry spectators. Brushing my fingers past each bow, I finally settled on the second last one to the right. This would do. I let my hand run down the smoothly carved wooden curve. Yes, this would do indeed.
"Is that your final choice?" she asked in annoyance, impatient to get it on.
"I believe it is" I nodded. I grabbed the case of arrows lying on the floor, deeply aware of her growing anger and irritation. Things are certainly looking up for me. Emotion is the ultimate weakness leading to one's demise.
"Very well, I will begin then" Without a second glance in my direction, she efficiently strung her bow in the thick anticipating silence. I observed her movements in deep interest. Perhaps I really should've learned how to string a bow before I came today.
Gracefully pointing a finger at the target two meters away with a strung silver arrow, she stood in a perfect stance, poised and ready to fire. I gulped unconsciously, praying for her to screw up and make my job easier. But no such luck. Her deep green eyes narrowed in concentration as she took a deep calculating breath before letting go of the arrow, shooting it through a perfect straight path to slice through the suspense of the room. Bull's eye. Right in the middle. Oh shit.
The crowd erupted in applause, knocking me out of balance with their sudden outburst. Ignoring the cheers from the worshipping student body, Amelia glanced at me expectantly with the hint of a triumphant grin.
"Not bad" I admitted with a grin of my own to match hers. "Not bad at all."
"You claim to be able to do better?" She laughed in disbelief. "I would certainly like to see that."
"Very well" I agreed. It's time for me to back up my own bluff. Cautiously, I pulled an arrow from the bin and glanced at it. The metal head glistered at the sharp tip, greatly enticing me with its dangerous allure. Silently, I strung my own bow, imitating her pervious actions step by step. I grew aware of the settling silence once again and the occasional whispers of my demise. I smiled with confidence. It would not do to be defeated even before I start.
How exactly do you beat someone who shot a bull's eye? As expected with my lack of knowledge on this sport, I couldn't come up with an answer, but I figured if I matched her shot then I should at least be even. Focusing all my sight on the target ahead, I pointed my forefinger right at the center.
I became even more distinctly aware of the noises around me. The coughs, the breathing, and the deeply contagious whispers of my failure. My eyes narrowed. The dot indicating the center of the target filled my entire vision.
I scrunched up my nose in concentration and took a deep breath before at last releasing the arrow. It shot forward in a perfect straight path, whizzing through the air and striking the middle dot that I am now seeing behind closed lids. The crowd gasped and whispers began to germinate into deep murmurs.
"I suppose I underestimated you a little" Amelia speculated beside me. "Kikyo...is it?" I nodded. I suppose she would expect me to be honored that she took the liberty of finding out my name. Oh joy. "But let's see you keep this up." Efficiently she strung her bow and fired another shot, matching her first one in skill.
And so the match escalated with both of us matching each other shot per shot. Her with her lessons from prestigious trainers and me with my lessons from the streets, it was truly a clash between style. While hers were always well practiced and graceful, mine were experienced and accurate. And thus, after a forty five-minute match, it came down to this last shot.
The rules were simple. The target was 20 meters away at the other side of the gym. We both shoot at the same time and first arrow to reach the center of the target wins. It was a free for all. My fingers tingled in anticipating, eager to finally prove myself once and for all as an equal to these money dependent brats, if not better.
We both took our stance while the room quickly died down with the largest anticipation filling the air. A distant voice began the countdown I was only partially aware of.
"Five."
I looked at Amelia's silver tipped arrow, poised and ready for its deadly strike.
"Four"
I eyed my own arrow with the metal tip, maybe not as elegant as my opponents, but alluring in its own manner.
"Three"
I glanced at my opponent one last time, catching her glancing at me with a ready grin of triumph in her features before she averted her gaze.
"Two"
I concentrated all of my energy on the feel of the bow and arrow within my hands and focused my vision on the significant speck of red that would determine my fate within this school, and for that matter, Kikyo's.
"One"
I took a deep calculating breath, distinctly aware of her doing the same.
"GO"
I released the arrow with a sudden jolt, watching it whiz through the air with all its might. The silver tipped arrow was quick at its heel, ready to take the league. Soon the arrows were neck to neck and I keenly noticed one knocking the other slightly off course.
But unlike a horse race, the event only lasted but a second. In the aftermath, one arrow pierced the very center of the target while the other struck only the outer edge. The whole gym held their breath, eager to see the tip that would tell them all.
Slowly, the counter from before began to approach the target. I became aware of the growing anticipation of Amelia beside me as she watched the target like a hawk. For once, the triumphant grin was absent from her lips.
Carefully, the boy pulled out the target in the center, eyeing the tip with disbelief.
"It's....metal" he spoke weakly, but all heard him loud and clear in the stillness. The outcome was obvious. I won.
The room remained stunned without a word. I had just beaten whom they apparently considered a master archer.
"Well, I suppose a congratulations is in order." Amelia spat out bitterly with venom leaking out of her deep green orbs. I knew she didn't mean a word of it. "But if I were you, I'd watch myself very carefully from now on." And with this last warning, she brushed past me and stormed out of the gym, not paying the observing crowd a second glance.
Well, at least she had style when losing.
All eyes averted back to me, expectant of a reply from me. I just shrugged. Carefully laying down the bow and arrow beside hers, I took my bag and headed out the same door, eager to get home and put this tiring day behind me. But as prepared to pass through the dense crowd, I became distinctly aware of two figures occupying the opposite entrance.
The Winston brothers.
Inuyasha's face held utter shock, mirroring much the student bodies'. His golden orbs regarded me with a new light, as if unable to decide if I truly did it myself or if there was a slight possibility that some celestial force aided my victory. Well, hate to break it to you buddy, but god hates me.
But his presence was greatly overshadowed by the looming form of his elder brother leaning against the doorway. With molten gold eyes boring deeply into my own and a posture that just shouted domination, he was quite a sight that knocked me off balance for the second time today. I quickly shook myself out of the stupor before I averted my gaze and began walking through the crowd.
Is it me, or was there a hint of a grin on his lips as well?
*~*
Wednesday night passed in a confusing blur. Upon picking up mother from work, we went straight home. After about two hours of pretending to do homework, which lets face it, I had no way in hell the knowledge to complete, dinner was served at six. The food was the same delicious way I have grown accustomed to in the short period of five days and the table conversation was pleasant. However, what truly stuck my notice was a tense feeling radiating from mother. Of course, my first reaction was to question her.
"What's wrong mom?" I inquired after a bite of the buttered bread. Souta's head perked up at my question, eager to hear mother's response. The elder woman shook her head with a smile.
"Nothing at all dear. I'm fine."
"Are you sure Aunt Anna?" Souta pressed. So he noticed it too. Upon spending the last couple nights with him, I have picked up on the fact that the kid was sharp for his age.
"Yes, I'm fine" assured mother. "Now what's this about a project I hear on Pandas Souta?" And so she had successfully diverted the topic of conversation as Souta began describing his work, a bit reluctant at first but soon turning energetic and out of breath, as expect of a boy his age.
But despite her insistence, mother looked tired. Her eyes no longer held the energy they held the first day I was back, as if the first appearance was just some disguise to hide her true grief.
Despite wanting to question her further and perhaps offer her comfort, I held back. I gave her space. It was something I would want. Perhaps it was just a periodic thing? I brushed it off as nothing.
As I partially listened to the enthusiastic voice of Souta, snippets of the day kept replaying in my mind. The meeting with Sesshoumaru. The arguments with Inuyasha. The challenge with Amelia. School was indeed taking its space in my thoughts.
Especially the grief caused by the Winston brothers.
*~*
What the hell is calculus?
As I put down my books on top of the small wooden desk, I found myself pondering this very question for the tenth time this morning. I suppose I should've asked Hojo what it was before I ventured into the classroom. But alas, what is done cannot be undone, so I sat down and did the only thing I could at the moment. For once, I opened a textbook without being forced to and began to leaf through the pages, determined to get at least some sort of idea as to what I'm going to be doing in this class.
Soon, the students began filing in, each shooting me a glance as they took their prospective spots. The news of my victory spread like fire within the premise. Hojo made sure to inform me the first thing in the morning, along with some quiet opinionated comments. Gradually, all the desks began filling and whispers occupied every corner of the room.
"Settle down please." I could hear the boring voice of the teacher. Geez, class hasn't even started and I was already bored. "I will be taking attendance now."
After a whole bunch of names like "Henry" and "James" that were clearly passed down through families, I heard the unique name of my own twin called out.
"Kikyo Reynolds?"
"Here" I called out without much enthusiasm. Dam, I hope we weren't being marked on effort.
"Inuyasha Winston?" Silence greeted his question. I froze in my place. Did I just hear right? "Mr. Winston?"
Oh god, if you have any sort of feeling towards me other than hate, you will perform a miracle right now and make Winston transfer classes or something.
"Mr. Win-"
"Here!" called the familiar irritating voice as the carved door quickly opened and Inuyasha stepped in all might and cocky.
"Glad to hear Mr. Winston" the teacher greeted without even inquiring about his whereabouts. The hell kind of fair system was this? Oh, I forgot, it wasn't a fair system at all with the meddling of the student council.
The golden orbs scanned around the room, finally settling on a spot behind me. Oh god no! The realization of the empty seat behind me suddenly hit home. Oh fuck! What a stoke of fucking luck. Calmly, he strolled to the seat behind me, flashing me a provoking grin on his way. Someone up there must really hate me. Just kill me now and get it over with.
The teacher continued to call out names. I glued my eyes to the textbook, keen on blocking the guy behind me out. Perhaps it won't be so bad, I mean it was only for like an hour so I think-
All pretense of self-comfort left me as I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Slowly I turned around.
"What now?" I demanded. "Other than to tell me about my demise."
"Well, since you ARE sitting in front of me, I believe we should be civilized to each other for at least this period." He stated cooly.
"Somehow I highly doubt you mean that." I replied with an arched eyebrow. "What do you want?"
"Just curious" he shrugged. "What caused the once perfect scholarship student to turn so.....rebellious?" I chuckled.
"Let's just say I had an altering life experience."
"Oh?" he raised a silver eyebrow in interest. I noticed the similarity in features between the brothers, and the many differences. "And what experience would that be?"
"I prefer to keep it private" I replied before turning around. I swear the kid had split personality. He was almost bearable at the moment.
*~*
"And that's it for today class" dismissed the boring old teacher as the bell rang. I got up to collect my books. "Tomorrow we pick up from here. Your homework will be pages 121-125."
I suppose the period went better than I thought. Although I had not a clue as to what the hell the old man was talking about, I figured that if I just took furious notes, Hojo has bound to be able to figure it out and do my homework. Now that only posed a problem on exam days, but hey, I was creative at cheating. In fact, if there were a course on it, I'd ace it.
Suddenly I felt a hard masculine body brush past me, jolting me out of my contemplation. I regarded the back of the retreating figure as he headed out the door ahead of the general mass.
"Oh, and congrats on winning yesterday Kikyo" Inuyasha called back through the crowd before leaving the room, shocking both me and them.
*~*
By lunch, rumors escalated into a new level. Everywhere I went, a sea of whispers followed with half told truths and true sounding lies. In addition with the big topic of my victory, anticipation of the Montgomery banquet, what appeared to be quiet a prestigious event, circulated around the elite. And being a really enticing gossip piece, the two topics were finally linked together. Truly, I applaud the one that thought of this ingenious idea.
The mass topic spreading like wildfire around the premises was my interaction with Sango Montgomery and the deal I made with Sesshoumaru Winston. If someone were to mention those two names to me only a week ago, they would've meant nothing. But alas, life changes and so, like any creature, I must adapt. The two names have truly taken on new meanings in my vocabulary.
"Why is everyone assuming I made a deal with Sesshoumaru Winton?" I questioned Hojo upon greeting him for lunch. He looked at me with disbelief.
"You really wonder why?" he asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah" I nodded.
"Many reasons. First and foremost being you came out of that room still with your scholarship intact."
"So what?" I swear to god we had this discussion before.
"Well, I won't push you if you refuse to tell me what happened in there and I do have faith that you didn't do anything rash since you are still here." Hojo laughed in good humor. "Although I imagine you delivered him quiet a surprise yesterday beating Amelia in archery. She was quiet an experienced and well-known archer in this school."
"I'm telling you, it was skill" I boasted with equal fun, trying my best to imitate an arrogant elite. He laughed harder at my attempt.
"But anyway, you must've heard about the Montgomery charity banquet for cancer."
"Who hasn't" I muttered.
"I'm going." My face abruptly turned to regard him. For the second time that day, shock was written on my features. My eyes bore into his in confusion. I had the impression only the most prominent were able to acquire tickets to it, and lets face it, I was struck with the notion that his family didn't exactly seem to belong to this inner circle.
"W-what?" I managed to ask after the shock subsided a little to allow some room in my brain for thought process. But apparently, not that much.
"My father was able to acquire some tickets from his business partner" he explained. "We have five tickets to the banquet and with the whole family going, we have one extra. So....I was wondering...well...if you're not busy or anything...if you wanted to come as along?"
It was really too bad that my head could still not send messages to my face or I would've sent him an encouraging smile. But alas, he took my non- expressive face as a sing of rejection.
"Oh, well, I understand if you don't want to." He quickly spoke in resignation.
"Oh no, I'm not saying no." I quickly tried to justify myself. "It's just that I'm really surprised. You don't strike me as the kind of person that...well, likes to go to these things."
"Well," he blushed. "I usually don't, but mother insisted this time. She said the family doesn't get opportunities like this often and I should take advantage of it to socialize with some of the higher members in our class."
"I see" I nodded. I understood his pressure. From what I've learned of him so far and snippets of his social life, his family may be at the bottom of the upper society list. Apparently, he came from a declining family fortune or something.
"So...it's a yes then?" he confirmed nervously.
"Of course." I assured with a smile. "I may not be Kikyo, but I can sure as hell help you along in tough situations if it arises."
"Thank you Kagome." He spoke with the purest sincerity, truly touching my heart. "Kikyo was right, you are a wonderful person."
"Hey, it's the least I can do." I replied to the flattery, feeling myself blush slightly. "Now, when is it and do I need to dress up formally?"
"Yes you do and it's on Friday night." Oh, I'm starting to regret my decision already. "But don't worry, I told mother that I might bring you and she said she'd be delighted to lend you a dress. After all, she says you are quiet similar to her in size and it's the least she could do."
"Thanks!" I smiled. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Don't worry," he chuckled, "neither would Kikyo. Can you come to my house tonight for dinner to meet my family? They've met Kikyo already, so you don't have to worry about first impressions."
"I'd love to." I replied with a smile.
*~*
And true to my word, I was there promptly at five thirty after dropping mother off at home. Hojo lived in a reasonable sized estate located on a five-acre lot. It wasn't the biggest I've ever seen, but at the same time, it was much more than your average middle income family could afford.
Upon parking the red Toyota in front of the two door garage surrounded by beautiful lush bushes, I rung the doorbell to the estate. I plump woman dressed in a maid uniform immediately opened the oak paneled door with a welcoming smile.
"Good evening" I greeted.
"Why hello again Kikyo" she spoke with a pleasant motherly tone as she let me in. "Oh you've grown so much. You look so different!"
"Why thank you" I took it as a compliment, despite the nervousness she germinated in me upon mentioning my different look from Kikyo. I'm just plain paranoid sometimes.
"Hojo is in the dinning room with Mr. and Mrs. Ketchum." She informed while closing the door behind me. "Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks." But before I could ask directions to the dining room, Hojo came down the hall.
The inside was decorated in a sophisticated yet warm style, so contrasting the school's cold and businesslike atmosphere. The warm colors of maroon and brown were blended in a unique style to match the cherry wood floor. The furniture pieces were well placed around the space and the spiral staircase in front of me sent an air of class. Truly, the place was a perfect balance between style and homeliness.
"Hi Kikyo" He greeted. "Thanks Nina."
"No problem" the maid replied pleasantly. "I'll go check on dinner now." As soon as she left through another door, I turned to Hojo in question.
"I didn't know you had a maid."
"Oh well, she's the only hired help we have" he explained. "Mother insisted we have someone to look after the house." I nodded.
"So, nice place" I whistled in compliment.
"Oh, thanks, but its nothing compared to the other estates." Hojo sighed.
"Somehow I highly doubt that they even compare in atmosphere." I replied as I began to follow him down the hall with large colorful portraits hanging on the wall. Although I didn't have time to inspect them in detailed, I had a feeling that each hanging face was a past relative.
At last, we arrived at the dinning room door. As he pushed open the sliding doors, I was greeted with three smiling faces seated around the table.
"Why hello Kikyo" greeted the deep voice of a man. Brown hair with a hint of baldness around the forehead area gave the impression of a hard working father figure along with smiling blue eyes. But what grabbed most of my attention was the brown mustache, deeply reminding me of my own late father's.
"Good evening Mr. Ketchum" I replied. "Mrs. Ketchum, you look beautiful."
The woman with copper hair put in a tight bun smiled. Although she was sitting, it was obvious she had a nice figure in contrast to her husband's plum form with a beer belly.
"Thank you Kikyo. You look quiet beautiful yourself." She replied with a smile. "Come take a seat dear." I accepted the invitation and took the seat beside the plumb teenage girl with glasses.
"Hey Kikyo" she greeted pleasantly. Shit, what the hell was Hojo's little sister's name again?
"Alice made it on the honor roll this term." Hojo boasted, earning a pleasant beam from his parents. But both me and him knew it was a rescue mission.
"Why congratulations Alice." I spoke as appropriate. She blushed as she pushed the glasses to her nose. She struck me to be the type of girl just as shy as her older brother. All she needed was a good dose of confidence to come out of her shell, in a manner of speaking.
"Thank you, but I'm sure it's nothing compared to the scholarship you have." I grinned. Oh, if she only knew.
"Oh, I just lucked out." I replied with a shrug. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of academic awards coming your way in the future." Her blush deepened.
"So Kikyo dear, Hojo tells me you need a dress?" Mrs. Ketchum spoke, diverting my attention to her.
"Yes, I do. I haven't been to a formal function for quiet some time." Try all my life.
"Well, not to worry dear, we'll fix you right up." she promised with a determined smile. "I think we share the same size. I have a good selection of formal wear, so you're welcome to borrow any one you want. Would you like to come over Friday after school to do your hair dear? I have a hairstylist that does wonders!"
"Sure" I agreed. Where else did I have to be? "I'd love to."
"Great, then it's settled." She stated in finality.
"Dinner is ready." Declared the maid as she entered the room with two dishes, hypnotizing me with their aroma.
And so the rest of the evening went on with this pleasant atmosphere as dinner was served in an array of delicious dishes. The excitement in Mrs. Ketchum's voice was clearly evident. Mr. Ketchum was quiet compliant with his wife's enthusiasm, promising to take a day off work tomorrow to go shopping for a new dress with her for Alice. Alice seemed happy, albeit quiet, to be able to take the school day off. Hojo and I just watched in interest, contributing to the conversation when needed. The atmosphere in the Ketchum Estate was that of a nervous excitement.
"We really need to dress you up Alice" Mrs. Ketchum spoke after a bite of her salad. "After all, anyone who's important is going to be there."
"Is it an annual event?" I asked lightly over my chicken leg.
"Yes, but this year it's hosted by Lisa Montgomery, so it is greatly emphasized and increased in importance from last year." Mrs. Ketchum replied. "I'm so glad you got tickets for this John!" Mr. Ketchum nodded with a smile.
"Anything for you dear."
"Perhaps we can make some of the boys notice you Alice." Mrs. Ketchum went on. "No, in fact, I know we shall. See dear, aren't you glad you took piano lessons? A well accomplished woman is what every family heir is looking for in a wife." Alice nodded meekly. I had a distinct feeling she was very self- conscious of her inherited figure from her father.
"I'm sure Alice will be amongst the prettiest girls there" I assured in an attempt to boost her confidence. Her blush returned. "In fact, you'll outshine them with both beauty and goodness." Mrs. Ketchum beamed.
"See Alice, you have nothing to worry about." Mrs. Ketchum agreed. "You'll shine right next to Sango Montgomery!"
Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone made me jump. The ring tone was oddly familiar.
"I think it's yours Kikyo" Hojo informed after a few rings, amused at my frantic search for the origin.
"Oh yeah" I acknowledged upon remembering my mom's cell phone in my pocket. "Excuse me, I'll be just a minute." The family nodded, Mrs. Ketchum still deeply engrossed in her conversation about the stores she's going to visit tomorrow.
Upon closing the door behind me, I at last answered the cell phone, quiet irritated with the constant ringing.
"Hello?"
"Kagome?" asked a male voice over the line. I tensed.
"Yes?"
"It's Manten, why aren't you here?"
"Where?" I questioned in puzzlement. "And how did you get this number?"
"Oh, I called you at home and your kid brother or someone told me to call this number." All the muscles in my body froze. Oh shit. Souta was too sharp for his own good sometimes. "So why aren't you here? Are you backing out now?"
"Where?"
"At the race! It starts in twenty minutes!" he exclaimed in exasperation.
Was today Thursday? Oh shit.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."