~*~*~Chapter One: Reminiscence of Her~*~*~
Disclaimer: Anyone who reads these anymore, raise your hand.
Tyba: Wheee! First chapter! Zen and I have worked really hard on this one, so be nice, guys. Okay? Okay.
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"Heard there's gonna be a new chick," Hotomi whistled, setting himself contentedly on an individual desk.
"Hm," Omi grinned, tapping his pencil maliciously on his table, and tipped his head as if he were recalling something. "Last time a new kid came," he hummed, "scared his wits half to death, didn't we?" He snickered, and cast a glance over to a solitary boy sitting in the corner. Oni twirled his long, wavy, greasy black locks in his finger, still smirking. "Isn't that right, Inu Yasha?"
The boy appeared not to have noticed, because all he was doing was idly staring out the window, watching the morning view. His stark black hair dripped over his chair, and his ear twitched as he sensed Oni watching him. He was still gazing determinedly at the trees outside.
Oni grunted and strode over to the boy, and grabbed the stray many hairs that preceded Inu Yasha's ears. With that, he forcefully yanked it towards him so the boy was resentfully looking at his face.
"Answer your master when he's talking to you, you filthy, snot-nosed little whore," Oni hissed. He tightened his grip on Inu Yasha's hair and jerked it back. Inu Yasha flinched in inevitable pain.
By now the whole class had crowded around the scene, and laughed.
Inu Yasha growled. "Speak for yourself," he snarled back through gritted teeth. "You gay dumbass—"Everyone 'oohed' apprehensively.
"Didn't you learn your lesson yesterday?" Oni cooed sarcastically. "Or must we teach you again?" He flipped out his notorious pencil and let its cool lead brush on one of Inu Yasha's previous bruises on the side of his neck. Inu Yasha swallowed, and could feel his forehead begin to perspire.
"I'll make you wish you'd held your tongue," Oni hissed softly in the boy's ear. "It's time you be punished, kid."
Inu Yasha's yells and the students' screams of laughter vibrated through the classroom as Oni tightened the grip on the pencil and slammed it into the bruise, red beginning to ink out and staining his once-clean uniform.
Oni grinned in satisfaction. "Tut, tut," he clucked, tossing his hair and glancing backwards at the chattering class. "There's the new chick, Hotomi. Musn't let her see us doing evil acts." He left the pencil protruding from the now numb Inu Yasha and slunk over to his seat.
The rest of the class, figuring the action was over now, gradually began to file back to their places, casting a glance or two at Inu Yasha's direction and snickering shamelessly.
Anger boiling, Inu Yasha felt his fists clench over the pencil as he watched Oni leaning back and crossing his legs over the table.
Years of being spat upon, tormented, and toyed with surfaced in InuYasha's temper. He gripped the pencil, his hand damp. Before he knew it, he had wrenched it out, blood spilling out and all, and hurled it point-first at Oni.
The pencil spiraled through the air, cutting past tables, and narrowly avoiding students, to Oni's head.
Just a couple more inches...
There was the sound of the classroom door slamming against the wall.
"Hey, look out!" someone shrieked. A girl Inu Yasha had never seen before leaped out from behind one of the desks, reached out, and with a sickening crunch, the pencil met her hand as blood spurted all over the floor.
"Ugh!" The girl pulled the pencil from the center of her palm and winced. She was shaking when she stared avidly at Inu Yasha. "What is wrong with you?" she bellowed, her dark brown eyes meeting his violet ones. Her chocolate pupils were gleaming with fury.
Inu Yasha stared at her in shock, then to the blood, and back at her again. His shock quickly grew to hate and anger, as he glared at her and turned his back. He stared out the window, scowling at the birds who dared to come near, and wincing as the vivid shining sun met his eyes.
The girl held her hand and clenched her eyes shut, trying to avoid the pain. She opened her eyes and glared at Inu Yasha's back. She kept staring until she saw him flinch, then turned away, satisfied.
Inu Yasha could feel the girl's eyes on him. He wasn't afraid, so why did he flinch? It shouldn't bother him that another person hated him, because everyone hates him. He doesn't know why, they just do.
So how is this girl any different...?
"Oh, it's your first day here and the students are already so mean to you," InuYasha clenched his fists as he heard Oni's voice cooing behind him. "Shall I take you to the nurse's office?"
"No," was the reply. Sensing no one watching, InuYasha turned.
The girl was wrapping a tissue neatly around her hand, soaked in blood, with a now crimson-splotched pencil lying on the desk next to her. "Ow," she muttered distinctly through the crowd of worried classmates.
"He could've hurt you worse!"
"That guy, he's always by himself, never talks, so he could've---"
"I know!"
"That was a lot of bravery standing up to that jerk!"
"Please," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "What kind of moron is he, anyway? He's so immature, resorting to violence like that!" There were murmurs of assent rolling about the class. "What a creep."
InuYasha seemed obscure to what his classmates were saying, just watching the girl's hair waving wistfully about as she shook her head. Something seemed...familiar about the way she...
"What is up with him, anyway?"
InuYasha's blood went cold as her head turned his way.
Turn away, he snapped at himself mentally. What's wrong with you? Just go back to looking out the window...
But somehow...eyes still wide in disbelief, he watched her turn to him angrily. There was just something...something about her face...that seemed to ring something in his memory...
"I think you should get this back," she said coolly. She picked the pencil up from the desk and threw it spitefully at his feet.
He hardly noticed it as it clacked on the ground and rolled lazily about his shoes. Then it clicked as he stifled a gasp.
"Kikyo?" he heard himself saying, wonderingly.
There was another dull murmur of inquiries in the crowd of classmates now.
InuYasha and the girl just stood, staring at each other, InuYasha wide-eyed, and her still brimming in anger.
"What?" She snapped, her voice in determined level. "What did you call me?"
InuYasha could feel Oni flinching.
"Don't you...remember?" he asked slowly.
The girl frowned. "I asked you what you called me," she repeated coldly, her voice rising. "What, are you deaf?"
InuYasha broke their momentary eye contact and muttered. "Kikyo," he snapped at the girl. "I called you Kikyo. But if you're going to be such a baby about it, forget it." He dropped back into his chair and resumed looking out the window grudgingly. "Bitch," he muttered.
Kikyo. That brought back so many memories...He stopped as he felt a shadow looming above him. "What?" he snapped again, standing up.
It was the girl. InuYasha exhaled in exasperation. "Haven't you given up yet?" he exclaimed loudly.
"No," the girl said simply. "I just came to tell you that, since I'm going to be stuck in this class with you from now on, you might as well know my name isn't Kikyo."
He made a funny noise somewhere between a grunt and a question.
"And," she continued, her voice reverberating in InuYasha's ears now, "My name is Kagome. Higurashi Kagome. Hope you learn it now, cause I'm not telling you again." InuYasha listened as she stormed away.
Higurashi Kagome...
InuYasha shook his head. "Just because she looks like her," he thought, "doesn't mean she is her." His violet eyes turned downcast as he stared at the pencil on the floor.
Kikyo.
Still, though...there was a sharp pain that seemed to have returned to him...and it seemed to cut right through his heart.
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Disclaimer: Anyone who reads these anymore, raise your hand.
Tyba: Wheee! First chapter! Zen and I have worked really hard on this one, so be nice, guys. Okay? Okay.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~~
"Heard there's gonna be a new chick," Hotomi whistled, setting himself contentedly on an individual desk.
"Hm," Omi grinned, tapping his pencil maliciously on his table, and tipped his head as if he were recalling something. "Last time a new kid came," he hummed, "scared his wits half to death, didn't we?" He snickered, and cast a glance over to a solitary boy sitting in the corner. Oni twirled his long, wavy, greasy black locks in his finger, still smirking. "Isn't that right, Inu Yasha?"
The boy appeared not to have noticed, because all he was doing was idly staring out the window, watching the morning view. His stark black hair dripped over his chair, and his ear twitched as he sensed Oni watching him. He was still gazing determinedly at the trees outside.
Oni grunted and strode over to the boy, and grabbed the stray many hairs that preceded Inu Yasha's ears. With that, he forcefully yanked it towards him so the boy was resentfully looking at his face.
"Answer your master when he's talking to you, you filthy, snot-nosed little whore," Oni hissed. He tightened his grip on Inu Yasha's hair and jerked it back. Inu Yasha flinched in inevitable pain.
By now the whole class had crowded around the scene, and laughed.
Inu Yasha growled. "Speak for yourself," he snarled back through gritted teeth. "You gay dumbass—"Everyone 'oohed' apprehensively.
"Didn't you learn your lesson yesterday?" Oni cooed sarcastically. "Or must we teach you again?" He flipped out his notorious pencil and let its cool lead brush on one of Inu Yasha's previous bruises on the side of his neck. Inu Yasha swallowed, and could feel his forehead begin to perspire.
"I'll make you wish you'd held your tongue," Oni hissed softly in the boy's ear. "It's time you be punished, kid."
Inu Yasha's yells and the students' screams of laughter vibrated through the classroom as Oni tightened the grip on the pencil and slammed it into the bruise, red beginning to ink out and staining his once-clean uniform.
Oni grinned in satisfaction. "Tut, tut," he clucked, tossing his hair and glancing backwards at the chattering class. "There's the new chick, Hotomi. Musn't let her see us doing evil acts." He left the pencil protruding from the now numb Inu Yasha and slunk over to his seat.
The rest of the class, figuring the action was over now, gradually began to file back to their places, casting a glance or two at Inu Yasha's direction and snickering shamelessly.
Anger boiling, Inu Yasha felt his fists clench over the pencil as he watched Oni leaning back and crossing his legs over the table.
Years of being spat upon, tormented, and toyed with surfaced in InuYasha's temper. He gripped the pencil, his hand damp. Before he knew it, he had wrenched it out, blood spilling out and all, and hurled it point-first at Oni.
The pencil spiraled through the air, cutting past tables, and narrowly avoiding students, to Oni's head.
Just a couple more inches...
There was the sound of the classroom door slamming against the wall.
"Hey, look out!" someone shrieked. A girl Inu Yasha had never seen before leaped out from behind one of the desks, reached out, and with a sickening crunch, the pencil met her hand as blood spurted all over the floor.
"Ugh!" The girl pulled the pencil from the center of her palm and winced. She was shaking when she stared avidly at Inu Yasha. "What is wrong with you?" she bellowed, her dark brown eyes meeting his violet ones. Her chocolate pupils were gleaming with fury.
Inu Yasha stared at her in shock, then to the blood, and back at her again. His shock quickly grew to hate and anger, as he glared at her and turned his back. He stared out the window, scowling at the birds who dared to come near, and wincing as the vivid shining sun met his eyes.
The girl held her hand and clenched her eyes shut, trying to avoid the pain. She opened her eyes and glared at Inu Yasha's back. She kept staring until she saw him flinch, then turned away, satisfied.
Inu Yasha could feel the girl's eyes on him. He wasn't afraid, so why did he flinch? It shouldn't bother him that another person hated him, because everyone hates him. He doesn't know why, they just do.
So how is this girl any different...?
"Oh, it's your first day here and the students are already so mean to you," InuYasha clenched his fists as he heard Oni's voice cooing behind him. "Shall I take you to the nurse's office?"
"No," was the reply. Sensing no one watching, InuYasha turned.
The girl was wrapping a tissue neatly around her hand, soaked in blood, with a now crimson-splotched pencil lying on the desk next to her. "Ow," she muttered distinctly through the crowd of worried classmates.
"He could've hurt you worse!"
"That guy, he's always by himself, never talks, so he could've---"
"I know!"
"That was a lot of bravery standing up to that jerk!"
"Please," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "What kind of moron is he, anyway? He's so immature, resorting to violence like that!" There were murmurs of assent rolling about the class. "What a creep."
InuYasha seemed obscure to what his classmates were saying, just watching the girl's hair waving wistfully about as she shook her head. Something seemed...familiar about the way she...
"What is up with him, anyway?"
InuYasha's blood went cold as her head turned his way.
Turn away, he snapped at himself mentally. What's wrong with you? Just go back to looking out the window...
But somehow...eyes still wide in disbelief, he watched her turn to him angrily. There was just something...something about her face...that seemed to ring something in his memory...
"I think you should get this back," she said coolly. She picked the pencil up from the desk and threw it spitefully at his feet.
He hardly noticed it as it clacked on the ground and rolled lazily about his shoes. Then it clicked as he stifled a gasp.
"Kikyo?" he heard himself saying, wonderingly.
There was another dull murmur of inquiries in the crowd of classmates now.
InuYasha and the girl just stood, staring at each other, InuYasha wide-eyed, and her still brimming in anger.
"What?" She snapped, her voice in determined level. "What did you call me?"
InuYasha could feel Oni flinching.
"Don't you...remember?" he asked slowly.
The girl frowned. "I asked you what you called me," she repeated coldly, her voice rising. "What, are you deaf?"
InuYasha broke their momentary eye contact and muttered. "Kikyo," he snapped at the girl. "I called you Kikyo. But if you're going to be such a baby about it, forget it." He dropped back into his chair and resumed looking out the window grudgingly. "Bitch," he muttered.
Kikyo. That brought back so many memories...He stopped as he felt a shadow looming above him. "What?" he snapped again, standing up.
It was the girl. InuYasha exhaled in exasperation. "Haven't you given up yet?" he exclaimed loudly.
"No," the girl said simply. "I just came to tell you that, since I'm going to be stuck in this class with you from now on, you might as well know my name isn't Kikyo."
He made a funny noise somewhere between a grunt and a question.
"And," she continued, her voice reverberating in InuYasha's ears now, "My name is Kagome. Higurashi Kagome. Hope you learn it now, cause I'm not telling you again." InuYasha listened as she stormed away.
Higurashi Kagome...
InuYasha shook his head. "Just because she looks like her," he thought, "doesn't mean she is her." His violet eyes turned downcast as he stared at the pencil on the floor.
Kikyo.
Still, though...there was a sharp pain that seemed to have returned to him...and it seemed to cut right through his heart.
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