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Chapter 4
Pre-Dance
(sorry for the boring chapter title. I'm sick. Forgive me.)
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One week and a day later...
(that's a Wednesday)
6:00 A.M.
* * *
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-clickclickclickclickclick!!*
That is the sound of my new alarm clock (if you will remember, I smashed my last one...).
I like this one. It's quieter than the last one and it's like a droning bee. The only problem is that you have to hit snooze button five times before it actually responds and let's you sleep for...exactly three more minutes. -_-
After shutting off my lovely alarm clock, I went out into the hall to the bathroom. Before going into the bathroom, I checked in my brother's room to make sure he was asleep in his bed. I have made this part of my morning routine because before that, he would either come barging in with a drum or a horn. This is what my house is like.
After having a big bowl of cereal, a slice of toast, and that large cup of coffee, I was ready to walk to school with Sango. I grabbed my bag as the doorbell rang and I opened the door when two pairs of hands grabbed me.
"Eh? Wh-what are you do-OW! THAT HURT YOU KNOW!!"
I stumbled down the steps as they dragged me and tossed me into the car.
"I TOLD you not to HURT HER!" a vicious voice snarled next to me.
It was Naraku's vicious voice.
"S-she was struggling, boss!"
DUH.
"We did our best."
I glanced at Naraku's face and saw his mouth twist in to an evil grin. The grin that said 'I'm going to get you after school'.
I didn't care.
"Where's Sango?" I demanded.
"Why Kagome! Is that the way to greet your boyfriend?"
His voice is like spiders silk. _
Have I ever mentioned that I HATE spiders?
"You're lucky you're a boy, cause you aren't a friend of mine." I gritted out to myself.
It's amazing how you're body can really want to do something and you have to do everything you can to stop it. My hands at the moment were absolutely itching to grasp his throat and throttle him. I don't know why I didn't but instead I sat on my hands to prevent myself from killing him right then and there.
"Good morning Naraku, now be a good boy and tell me where Sango is." I said with a forced smile.
Naraku grinned a twisted smirk back at me (I don't think he actually knows how to smile).
"She should be at school..." he checked his watch, "right about now."
He put his arm around my shoulders as we rounded the bend that had the house with the German Shepard.
"So...what did I do to deserve a ride to school?" I choked out.
"Oh don't sound like it's unusual. Don't you remember that I used to always pick you up before you moved?"
I glared at the memory.
"Yes, but you lived two blocks away from me then."
"It's not like I live in another city, you know." He went on.
"Oh, so you live on the other side of town?" I asked.
I prayed.
"maybe half way across town." He figured.
I nearly did a cartwheel as I got out of the car.
He lives a whole HALF A TOWN away from me!!!
Yesssss~!!!
I saw Sango hiding behind a very pissed Miroku, as he was yelling at the guy in black that had gotten out of the car with her. Another black car. Come to think of it there were a lot of people today wearing black.
"Kagome..."
Naraku's voice brought my attention away from Sango.
"There is a dance in two days. Friday night from 7 till 9. I'll pick you up at a quarter to 7."
I'm not going if he's going.
I swung by Sango and rescued her from the two yelling boys and then we both pulled Miroku away from that guy.
"What are the dances like?" I inquired.
Miroku's dark, grumpy face light up, "They're a lot of fun~! There are strobe lights and the music is up to date and LOUD! You can just feel the beat pulse through you and we have our own DJ, too!"
"You don't have to go as a couple, obviously, because we're just going as a group so what if we were to meet at Miroku's house at 6:30, and then we can walk to the school?" Sango suggested.
"6:30 is perfect but what is the lighting like in the gym?" I needed to know.
"Pitch dark, except for the strobe lights!" Miroku exclaimed.
Pitch dark. Good!
"Sango, will you stop by my house or something, because I don't know where Miroku's house is!" I confessed.
"Sure!"
"Why did you want to know the lighting in the gym? Bad sight? ...or are you trying to hide from someone?" Miroku slyly asked.
"Guess which, Miroku!" I told him sarcastically.
"^^"
The first bell rang, so the three of us proceeded to Hell (Mr. Kinoshita's classroom).
"Gooooooood Morning!!! Aaaaaaaaaaand HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!!!"
Please realize that he has been saying that to us everyday of the week, so far.
"GOOD MORNING, MR. KINOSHITA!" Tadashi yelled at the top of his lungs.
"WHY are you YELLING?" Mr. Kinoshita hollered back.
"BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT IN YOUR VERY OLD AGE, YOU MIGHT HAVE GONE DEAF OVERNIGHT!!"
"Well, I DID NOT!!" he exclaimed and then laughed at Tadashi's "witty" "joke".
"Please work on your warm up quiz that is on the overhead...PROJECTOR!!!" he exclaimed to the rest of us.
We silently copied the problems and worked on them as he walked around the room.
He picked up a kids calculator and commented, "Wow...calculators...they're fascinating things, aren't they? In MY day, we had to-"
"MR. KINOSHITA..." Tadashi said quite loudly (again), "AS INTERESTING AS THE STONE AGE IS, I HAVEN'T THE TIME OR PATIENCE TO DISCUSS YOUR CHILDHOOD. I AM TRYING TO GET MY WORK DONE SO KINDLY SHUT UP AND LET ME WORK!!!"
"Work on your problems," was all he said about the matter before continuing. "Where was I?"
Silence...
"Anybody?" he asked.
He eventually gave up.
I stared at the problem. It had something crazy to do with the number of faulty bulbs at GE.
Whatever.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW then FOLKS~! Can anybody tell me out how many of the ENTIRE (he spread his arms wide to attempt to give us a model of the amount) number of baulbs at GE were fawlty baulbs (he honestly said it like that. It's not that I'm a bad speller.)?"
No one raised their hand.
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We are doing soccer in P.E!!! (I know I haven't said this but I got on to the soccer team easy).
We have been divided up into two teams but we aren't playing real soccer. We're playing that thing where everybody lines up against the wall except for three people from each team. The wall behind the line of goalies is the net.
It sucks.
Well, except for that Naraku is on the other team and I nearly managed to kick the ball into his face.
Sadly enough, I accidentally pelted Inuyasha in the face (He, Tadashi, and Haruna are on the other team).
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!!!"
"Eh?"
You see, I didn't realize that I had hit anyone, because I just kept concentrating on the game and didn't realize that the ball had kept flying.
"Kagome! You just hit Inuyasha in the face!" Mr. Sukegawa told me fiercely.
"I-I-I did?" I exclaimed with total innocence.
"YOU DID!!" Kikyo stormed over to me.
And Naraku was behind me in a flash.
Here we go again...
"Kagome!" barked Mr. Sukegawa, as Inuyasha's nose started bleeding, "Take Inuyasha to the health room. When you get back, you will not be allowed to participate in the game for the remainder of the period."
We walked to the health room, with Inuyasha holding his nose. He grabbed himself a Kleenex while I shoveled ice into a tiny plastic zip-lock bag. I passed it to him while waiting for him to finish with the Kleenex. He took the bag and packed it around his nose and then sat on the squeaky bed.
"Thanks for doing this for me," he said, "I owe you one."
"You could have gotten the ice yourself. The only reason I got to come was because I did it in the first place."
"Nononono...I'm talking about blasting my nose up to my eyebrows. Now I don't have to play some dinky soccer game with about 15 goalies."
"It's good for the both of us then." I smiled to myself, "I don't have to play either...for today, anyways."
"Pity we have to play it for the rest of the week..." he rolled his eyes.
"Well it's not like a bloody nose is going to keep you out of P.E. for any longer than today."
"Hey! Maybe you broke it!"
"Right, like a broken nose is going to affect your ability to run."
"Want me to punch you? Make it look like an accident?" he grinned at me.
"Well..." I falsely considered.
He snorted.
"I wouldn't do that...not on purpose, anyways."
"Well it's not like I *MEANT* for YOU to inhale the ball. I just didn't have enough aim to knock out Naraku's teeth." I huffed.
"You hate him, don't you?" he said in a distant voice.
"Hate is an understatement..."
"Why do you stay with him?"
"...because I have to..."
He blinked and then stared at me.
"You don't HAVE to do ANYthing."
I sat there silent.
"Hello?"
"We should go back to the gym." I said, trying to change the subject.
"I'm not leaving here until you tell me why you stay with him...and you aren't leaving till you tell me, too!" He gave me his most stubborn look (it's pretty stubborn, all right...).
"Why do you care?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me!" he said like a 5-year-old.
"Then we're going to stay here for a while until I find a way to phrase it."
"Okay."
We sat there.
"So, I hear you play soccer." He interrupted my train of thought.
"Huh? Oh, yea. I love it! It's an awesome sport!" I grinned wickedly. "I just love the smell of turf and grass, and with the wind in your hair while you're running, while kicking the ball and then grinning as you score...what's not to like?"
"What position do you play?"
"All over the place. I prefer midfield, but occasionally I play forward...do you play?"
"Soccer? No. I wish I played...it is a cool sport. When is your first game?"
"Tomorrow night! It's a home game at 6:00!"
"Cool. Good luck!"
I smiled at him, and he grinned back from behind his ice bag.
"So...how long have you and Kikyo been together?"
"About a year. That's when I moved here."
"Was it hard making friends?"
"No...not really. Miroku and Tadashi rock but...there's something about Kikyo that makes me feel connected to her...and she demands quite a bit of attention so...I just didn't hang out with the guys that much."
He's such a cool guy, though! I wonder if that connection to Kikyo was loneliness...
"How long have you and Naraku been together?"
"We aren't 'together'." I snapped.
"So why haven't you told him to kiss your ass and then walk away from him??"
He probably WOULD kiss my ass...literally...-_-*
"I told him to kiss my goddamned ass too many times!! Why do you think I moved? No, it wasn't because my mom got a job offer, it's because I told her I was getting bullied at school so we moved! We moved because of me!!" I felt my voice rise.
I wish I hadn't lied to her, but I didn't want her to worry about me. It felt like the right thing to do, anyways.
I felt tears burn behind my eyes. I closed them so that the tears wouldn't leak out and sighed.
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled."
He was silent for a while but then shook his head saying that he understood.
"The reason that I stay with him is because he's holding something over me. He knows something that would ruin me and...I don't know what everyone's reaction would be if they found out." I whispered, as if afraid that if I spoke to loudly, he would guess my secret.
"......what kind of something...?"
"I-I-I did something...when I was seven...and I-I honestly don't know how he found out but...he did...and he once threatened to tell everybody about it so I stayed with him as his girlfriend."
Inuyasha stared.
"WHAT KIND OF A 'BOYFRIEND' WOULD DO THAT???"
"He's not a boyfriend. The only reason he thinks he's irresistible is because the other girls swarmed over him for his money."
"I see."
"No, I don't think you do."
I saw his surprised blink as I looked out the window.
"I...you're right...I don't know. I was just trying to...Oh, I don't know." He resumed his usual unsure scowl. "Let's go back to class."
"No. You have to tell me why you cared to know why I hate Naraku."
"Too bad." He got up and opened the door to leave.
I sighed.
I actually had an intelligent conversation with Inuyasha.
Kind of scary when you realize that his entire world is Kikyo.
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~4th period Science~
Our balloon is the ugliest.
We are flying it today and I am so embarrassed that I wish that the ground would swallow me up. I have *never* created something ugly on purpose and now...the entire class is going to see.
Of course, I think that the only person proud of our 'creation' is Akina. And Inuyasha is holding his head high.
We are sooooo screwed.
When it was our turn to heat our balloon and send it up, we did that properly and amazingly it flew. Hiroshi set the timer as it took off and we stood and watched.
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Oh my God. Our balloon has been up there for a whole 2 minutes and it is NOT showing signs of coming down!! That's the longest time in the class so far!!
Pity it's so ugly.
"Hey look Hiroshi! The balloon is going to run into that bird!" Akina pointed out.
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The fricken bird pooped on our balloon.
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Akina ran to catch it as it plummeted to the ground and screamed for us to come with her.
The rest of the class is in hysterics.
As sad as it is...I'm finding this rather amusing.
Ha...ha...ha...-_-
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH~!!!! NOW I *AM* LAUGHING HARD! Akina didn't catch the balloon. The heaviest part of the balloon dropped on to her head: the part with the bird poop.
She looks reallllly ugly with blue, orange, sea green, red, purple, yellow, and black draped over her nice pink sweater.
And she stinks of bird poop.
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~5th period Cooking~
Today we are making blueberry muffins. Before we get started, I would like to add that out of the three things we've made in the past week and a day, all of the things I've baked have come out inedible.
I can make salad, though!
^_^
Our groups are the same: Sango, Naraku, Inuyasha, and I.
Now then, on the first day of school, Sango gave me the impression that she could cook, and would help me along. She lied. Her food tastes worse than the cafeteria's (and she knows it). Mind you, my cooking tastes like rat poison.
Naraku has become highly possessive over me and won't let me work with Sango or Inuyasha. If I go and get ingredients, he comes too. If I set out the tools, he does the same while Sango and Inuyasha get the ingredients. It is QUITE annoying.
"Let's see..." Sango said as she read through the recipe, ignoring everything else around her.
"...Inuyasha...what are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity, while drifting away from the lecture Sango was talking at us as she read through the page.
"Cracking eggs."
I watched him crack his sixth egg into the plastic bowl.
"I noticed...but do we need 6 eggs?"
He cracked another two together in his palm and then dumped the contents of the egg into the bowl and tossed the shell to the side.
He shrugged.
"...and then you, Kagome, can stir the contents together to make the batter, and then that should be about it." Sango finished up, oblivious to the fact that only Naraku had given her half an ear.
Sango started getting out other utensils, while I stood, fascinated, at multiple different ways Inuyasha found to crack eggs.
"Alright, then! Kagome: You and Naraku go and get the ingredients. Inuyasha: You and I are- Inuyasha? What *are* you-INUYASHA!!!" she yelled as she noticed what he was doing. Naraku headed over to the ingredients table, not realizing that I hadn't followed.
Inuyasha ignored her and muttered '...one dozen...' as he shelled his 12th egg.
"Am I the only one that try's to cook, in this group??" she asked frantically.
"Give it up." I told her. "Why try when you know you can't? None of us here can."
"*I* can cook!" Inuyasha stated proudly.
The two of us stared.
"I'm making eggs."
"Thank you, for stating the OBVIOUS!!" Sango yelled.
"Kagome, please pass me the whisk." He requested.
I did so.
He beat the eggs, till they became a mass of yolk and whites and then he passed the bowl to me, with the whisk, and told me to try it. I beat the eggs some more.
"Now put it in the microwave for 10 minutes." He said.
"TEN MINUTES!!!" Sango looked like she was on the brink of insanity.
"There are 12 eggs in there, dimwit." He replied.
I popped the bowl into the microwave as Sango left shaking her head, saying that she was going to help Naraku carry over the food. I plugged ten minutes into the microwave and then stood next to Inuyasha. I glanced around the classroom at all the students, and then eventually let my mind wander back to where we sat.
As the microwave continued to count down, I glanced up at Inuyasha.
"I didn't know you could cook eggs." I said to start a conversation.
"I can't." he replied simply.
"......what? But...how did you know to put them in for 10 minutes??" I asked confusedly.
"Guessed."
I stared, open mouthed, at him.
"Did you know that you look like a fish like that?" he smirked.
I shut my mouth.
"By the way, where's the whisk?"
I gasped. "I forgot to take it out!!"
"Out?"
"Of the bowl!!"
He slapped himself on the forehead. "Even *I* know *that*!!"
I sighed. "Well sorry for not being a gourmet chef."
He rolled his eyes. "I knew that in preschool!"
"Liar."
"So what?"
"...Do eggs explode?" I suddenly asked.
"Did you cover the bowl with wax paper?"
"No. You never told me to."
Inuyasha's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face.
We heard a pop emit from the microwave.
"...I think they do..."
Then we heard a bang.
And I thought we would only have to clean out the inside of the microwave.
Well that would have been just great...if the door hadn't blown off.
It was like watching fireworks.
The bowl made one big explosion, and the door flew off.
Hot egg flew everywhere like confetti, and yet again, people were screaming.
Typical.
* * *
The bell rang, and somehow, throughout all of the confusion and Ms. Nakashima's absent mindedness, we managed to get away with out being discovered.
Fascinating, when you think about it.
Miroku met me outside the classroom again and we walked to L.A. together.
"So what did you and Inuyasha blow up this time?" he asked in a perfectly good mood.
"The microwave."
"Ah well, what use is a microwave anyway?"
"Useless if it blows up what you're trying to cook."
"What *were* you trying to cook?"
"Eggs. And remind me not to believe Inuyasha when he tells me that he can cook 12 eggs for 10 minutes."
"Alright."
"What put you in such a good mood?"
"Life!"
"Life?"
"Life!"
"Life?"
"Life!"
"Can you shut up and just answer my question?"
"What was you're question?"
I sighed. "When I say 'Life?' as a question, I mean for you to elaborate on your one word statement."
Any fool should know that.
"Ah. Well then, Life is good. That's why I'm in a good mood. You only live once, so live life to it's fullest!"
"Does setting the school kitchen on fire include living life to it's fullest?"
"Well, you're certainly making your teacher live her life to it's fullest."
I hate him sometimes.
* * *
~*Friday*~
6:00 A.M.
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-clickclickclickclickclick*
Ugg...I did not want to get up.
I yawned as I opened my eyes...and saw Godzilla staring wide-eyed at me.
~ ~ ~
To cut a long story short, I screamed bloody murder, my mother came to make sure that I was not being gruesomely slaughtered, and my brother has been grounded for eternity.
I *hate* rubber masks.
* * *
~*After school*~
"Kagome...where are you going? My car is this way..." Naraku reminded me.
"I'm going to Sango's house today." I coldly informed him, as we exited the school. I looked for Sango and saw her standing by a blue Honda.
I started to run towards the car but Naraku grabbed me by the wrist and twisted my arm back painfully.
"I don't remember hearing about this, Kagome."
"I forgot...to tell you!" I gasped, as my arm continued to twist against its natural movement.
"Why don't you come tell me in the car. I am picking you up at 6:45 tonight to take you to the dance. Should I pick you up from Sango's house?"
"OWW!!!! QUIT THAT!!!!!" I snarled viciously at him. I felt tears spring to my eyes as my arm screamed at me.
"Come along then," he said as if nothing was the matter.
"I'm not going with you!!" my voice squeaked as I fought not to let myself cry.
"I believe you are." He responded.
I saw, through the mist of tears that was getting thicker, Sango and a woman coming closer...and closer...until the woman swung something and pelted Naraku in the head with it. He let go of me as he landed heavily on the ground and I felt my arm give a huge sigh of relief. Oddly enough, when he let go of me, my tears came easily...possibly because I wasn't concentrating on the pain as much anymore.
I couldn't see it, but I'm sure there was a huge bump that was getting ready to form. At LEAST I had the pleasure of knowing that a huge black and blue bruise was going to be there.
"Kagome! Meet my mother!" Sango smiled pleasantly.
Sango's mother huffed as she glared down at Naraku. She then looked up at me and smiled good-naturedly, "Hello, Kagome dear!"
I stared speechless at her as I dried my tears. "What did you swing at him??"
"My purse. He was hurting you, wasn't he?"
"Yes, he was." I rubbed my arm to massage the pain away. "What do you keep in your purse?"
"A LOT of change."
"I'm gonna get a real purse and keep cash in it." I decided.
Mrs. Kashiyama (Sango's mother) beamed at me and then looked at Naraku as if he was a worm.
"Let's go." Sango suddenly said, as Naraku started to get up.
"Yes, let's!" Mrs. Kashiyama agreed pointedly.
As we headed to the car, I glanced back at Naraku, coldly, and noticed him glaring at the three of us. Outwardly I turned back around to start a conversation, while climbing into the backseat of Sango's car, but inwardly...that glare had been the death sentence for an old friend of mine that had stuck up for me. I really hoped that Mrs. Kashiyama knew what she was dealing with.
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Chapter 4
Pre-Dance
(sorry for the boring chapter title. I'm sick. Forgive me.)
* * *
One week and a day later...
(that's a Wednesday)
6:00 A.M.
* * *
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-clickclickclickclickclick!!*
That is the sound of my new alarm clock (if you will remember, I smashed my last one...).
I like this one. It's quieter than the last one and it's like a droning bee. The only problem is that you have to hit snooze button five times before it actually responds and let's you sleep for...exactly three more minutes. -_-
After shutting off my lovely alarm clock, I went out into the hall to the bathroom. Before going into the bathroom, I checked in my brother's room to make sure he was asleep in his bed. I have made this part of my morning routine because before that, he would either come barging in with a drum or a horn. This is what my house is like.
After having a big bowl of cereal, a slice of toast, and that large cup of coffee, I was ready to walk to school with Sango. I grabbed my bag as the doorbell rang and I opened the door when two pairs of hands grabbed me.
"Eh? Wh-what are you do-OW! THAT HURT YOU KNOW!!"
I stumbled down the steps as they dragged me and tossed me into the car.
"I TOLD you not to HURT HER!" a vicious voice snarled next to me.
It was Naraku's vicious voice.
"S-she was struggling, boss!"
DUH.
"We did our best."
I glanced at Naraku's face and saw his mouth twist in to an evil grin. The grin that said 'I'm going to get you after school'.
I didn't care.
"Where's Sango?" I demanded.
"Why Kagome! Is that the way to greet your boyfriend?"
His voice is like spiders silk. _
Have I ever mentioned that I HATE spiders?
"You're lucky you're a boy, cause you aren't a friend of mine." I gritted out to myself.
It's amazing how you're body can really want to do something and you have to do everything you can to stop it. My hands at the moment were absolutely itching to grasp his throat and throttle him. I don't know why I didn't but instead I sat on my hands to prevent myself from killing him right then and there.
"Good morning Naraku, now be a good boy and tell me where Sango is." I said with a forced smile.
Naraku grinned a twisted smirk back at me (I don't think he actually knows how to smile).
"She should be at school..." he checked his watch, "right about now."
He put his arm around my shoulders as we rounded the bend that had the house with the German Shepard.
"So...what did I do to deserve a ride to school?" I choked out.
"Oh don't sound like it's unusual. Don't you remember that I used to always pick you up before you moved?"
I glared at the memory.
"Yes, but you lived two blocks away from me then."
"It's not like I live in another city, you know." He went on.
"Oh, so you live on the other side of town?" I asked.
I prayed.
"maybe half way across town." He figured.
I nearly did a cartwheel as I got out of the car.
He lives a whole HALF A TOWN away from me!!!
Yesssss~!!!
I saw Sango hiding behind a very pissed Miroku, as he was yelling at the guy in black that had gotten out of the car with her. Another black car. Come to think of it there were a lot of people today wearing black.
"Kagome..."
Naraku's voice brought my attention away from Sango.
"There is a dance in two days. Friday night from 7 till 9. I'll pick you up at a quarter to 7."
I'm not going if he's going.
I swung by Sango and rescued her from the two yelling boys and then we both pulled Miroku away from that guy.
"What are the dances like?" I inquired.
Miroku's dark, grumpy face light up, "They're a lot of fun~! There are strobe lights and the music is up to date and LOUD! You can just feel the beat pulse through you and we have our own DJ, too!"
"You don't have to go as a couple, obviously, because we're just going as a group so what if we were to meet at Miroku's house at 6:30, and then we can walk to the school?" Sango suggested.
"6:30 is perfect but what is the lighting like in the gym?" I needed to know.
"Pitch dark, except for the strobe lights!" Miroku exclaimed.
Pitch dark. Good!
"Sango, will you stop by my house or something, because I don't know where Miroku's house is!" I confessed.
"Sure!"
"Why did you want to know the lighting in the gym? Bad sight? ...or are you trying to hide from someone?" Miroku slyly asked.
"Guess which, Miroku!" I told him sarcastically.
"^^"
The first bell rang, so the three of us proceeded to Hell (Mr. Kinoshita's classroom).
"Gooooooood Morning!!! Aaaaaaaaaaand HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!!!"
Please realize that he has been saying that to us everyday of the week, so far.
"GOOD MORNING, MR. KINOSHITA!" Tadashi yelled at the top of his lungs.
"WHY are you YELLING?" Mr. Kinoshita hollered back.
"BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT IN YOUR VERY OLD AGE, YOU MIGHT HAVE GONE DEAF OVERNIGHT!!"
"Well, I DID NOT!!" he exclaimed and then laughed at Tadashi's "witty" "joke".
"Please work on your warm up quiz that is on the overhead...PROJECTOR!!!" he exclaimed to the rest of us.
We silently copied the problems and worked on them as he walked around the room.
He picked up a kids calculator and commented, "Wow...calculators...they're fascinating things, aren't they? In MY day, we had to-"
"MR. KINOSHITA..." Tadashi said quite loudly (again), "AS INTERESTING AS THE STONE AGE IS, I HAVEN'T THE TIME OR PATIENCE TO DISCUSS YOUR CHILDHOOD. I AM TRYING TO GET MY WORK DONE SO KINDLY SHUT UP AND LET ME WORK!!!"
"Work on your problems," was all he said about the matter before continuing. "Where was I?"
Silence...
"Anybody?" he asked.
He eventually gave up.
I stared at the problem. It had something crazy to do with the number of faulty bulbs at GE.
Whatever.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW then FOLKS~! Can anybody tell me out how many of the ENTIRE (he spread his arms wide to attempt to give us a model of the amount) number of baulbs at GE were fawlty baulbs (he honestly said it like that. It's not that I'm a bad speller.)?"
No one raised their hand.
* * *
We are doing soccer in P.E!!! (I know I haven't said this but I got on to the soccer team easy).
We have been divided up into two teams but we aren't playing real soccer. We're playing that thing where everybody lines up against the wall except for three people from each team. The wall behind the line of goalies is the net.
It sucks.
Well, except for that Naraku is on the other team and I nearly managed to kick the ball into his face.
Sadly enough, I accidentally pelted Inuyasha in the face (He, Tadashi, and Haruna are on the other team).
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!!!"
"Eh?"
You see, I didn't realize that I had hit anyone, because I just kept concentrating on the game and didn't realize that the ball had kept flying.
"Kagome! You just hit Inuyasha in the face!" Mr. Sukegawa told me fiercely.
"I-I-I did?" I exclaimed with total innocence.
"YOU DID!!" Kikyo stormed over to me.
And Naraku was behind me in a flash.
Here we go again...
"Kagome!" barked Mr. Sukegawa, as Inuyasha's nose started bleeding, "Take Inuyasha to the health room. When you get back, you will not be allowed to participate in the game for the remainder of the period."
We walked to the health room, with Inuyasha holding his nose. He grabbed himself a Kleenex while I shoveled ice into a tiny plastic zip-lock bag. I passed it to him while waiting for him to finish with the Kleenex. He took the bag and packed it around his nose and then sat on the squeaky bed.
"Thanks for doing this for me," he said, "I owe you one."
"You could have gotten the ice yourself. The only reason I got to come was because I did it in the first place."
"Nononono...I'm talking about blasting my nose up to my eyebrows. Now I don't have to play some dinky soccer game with about 15 goalies."
"It's good for the both of us then." I smiled to myself, "I don't have to play either...for today, anyways."
"Pity we have to play it for the rest of the week..." he rolled his eyes.
"Well it's not like a bloody nose is going to keep you out of P.E. for any longer than today."
"Hey! Maybe you broke it!"
"Right, like a broken nose is going to affect your ability to run."
"Want me to punch you? Make it look like an accident?" he grinned at me.
"Well..." I falsely considered.
He snorted.
"I wouldn't do that...not on purpose, anyways."
"Well it's not like I *MEANT* for YOU to inhale the ball. I just didn't have enough aim to knock out Naraku's teeth." I huffed.
"You hate him, don't you?" he said in a distant voice.
"Hate is an understatement..."
"Why do you stay with him?"
"...because I have to..."
He blinked and then stared at me.
"You don't HAVE to do ANYthing."
I sat there silent.
"Hello?"
"We should go back to the gym." I said, trying to change the subject.
"I'm not leaving here until you tell me why you stay with him...and you aren't leaving till you tell me, too!" He gave me his most stubborn look (it's pretty stubborn, all right...).
"Why do you care?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me!" he said like a 5-year-old.
"Then we're going to stay here for a while until I find a way to phrase it."
"Okay."
We sat there.
"So, I hear you play soccer." He interrupted my train of thought.
"Huh? Oh, yea. I love it! It's an awesome sport!" I grinned wickedly. "I just love the smell of turf and grass, and with the wind in your hair while you're running, while kicking the ball and then grinning as you score...what's not to like?"
"What position do you play?"
"All over the place. I prefer midfield, but occasionally I play forward...do you play?"
"Soccer? No. I wish I played...it is a cool sport. When is your first game?"
"Tomorrow night! It's a home game at 6:00!"
"Cool. Good luck!"
I smiled at him, and he grinned back from behind his ice bag.
"So...how long have you and Kikyo been together?"
"About a year. That's when I moved here."
"Was it hard making friends?"
"No...not really. Miroku and Tadashi rock but...there's something about Kikyo that makes me feel connected to her...and she demands quite a bit of attention so...I just didn't hang out with the guys that much."
He's such a cool guy, though! I wonder if that connection to Kikyo was loneliness...
"How long have you and Naraku been together?"
"We aren't 'together'." I snapped.
"So why haven't you told him to kiss your ass and then walk away from him??"
He probably WOULD kiss my ass...literally...-_-*
"I told him to kiss my goddamned ass too many times!! Why do you think I moved? No, it wasn't because my mom got a job offer, it's because I told her I was getting bullied at school so we moved! We moved because of me!!" I felt my voice rise.
I wish I hadn't lied to her, but I didn't want her to worry about me. It felt like the right thing to do, anyways.
I felt tears burn behind my eyes. I closed them so that the tears wouldn't leak out and sighed.
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled."
He was silent for a while but then shook his head saying that he understood.
"The reason that I stay with him is because he's holding something over me. He knows something that would ruin me and...I don't know what everyone's reaction would be if they found out." I whispered, as if afraid that if I spoke to loudly, he would guess my secret.
"......what kind of something...?"
"I-I-I did something...when I was seven...and I-I honestly don't know how he found out but...he did...and he once threatened to tell everybody about it so I stayed with him as his girlfriend."
Inuyasha stared.
"WHAT KIND OF A 'BOYFRIEND' WOULD DO THAT???"
"He's not a boyfriend. The only reason he thinks he's irresistible is because the other girls swarmed over him for his money."
"I see."
"No, I don't think you do."
I saw his surprised blink as I looked out the window.
"I...you're right...I don't know. I was just trying to...Oh, I don't know." He resumed his usual unsure scowl. "Let's go back to class."
"No. You have to tell me why you cared to know why I hate Naraku."
"Too bad." He got up and opened the door to leave.
I sighed.
I actually had an intelligent conversation with Inuyasha.
Kind of scary when you realize that his entire world is Kikyo.
* * *
~4th period Science~
Our balloon is the ugliest.
We are flying it today and I am so embarrassed that I wish that the ground would swallow me up. I have *never* created something ugly on purpose and now...the entire class is going to see.
Of course, I think that the only person proud of our 'creation' is Akina. And Inuyasha is holding his head high.
We are sooooo screwed.
When it was our turn to heat our balloon and send it up, we did that properly and amazingly it flew. Hiroshi set the timer as it took off and we stood and watched.
~ ~ ~
Oh my God. Our balloon has been up there for a whole 2 minutes and it is NOT showing signs of coming down!! That's the longest time in the class so far!!
Pity it's so ugly.
"Hey look Hiroshi! The balloon is going to run into that bird!" Akina pointed out.
~ ~ ~
The fricken bird pooped on our balloon.
~ ~ ~
Akina ran to catch it as it plummeted to the ground and screamed for us to come with her.
The rest of the class is in hysterics.
As sad as it is...I'm finding this rather amusing.
Ha...ha...ha...-_-
~ ~ ~
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH~!!!! NOW I *AM* LAUGHING HARD! Akina didn't catch the balloon. The heaviest part of the balloon dropped on to her head: the part with the bird poop.
She looks reallllly ugly with blue, orange, sea green, red, purple, yellow, and black draped over her nice pink sweater.
And she stinks of bird poop.
* * *
~5th period Cooking~
Today we are making blueberry muffins. Before we get started, I would like to add that out of the three things we've made in the past week and a day, all of the things I've baked have come out inedible.
I can make salad, though!
^_^
Our groups are the same: Sango, Naraku, Inuyasha, and I.
Now then, on the first day of school, Sango gave me the impression that she could cook, and would help me along. She lied. Her food tastes worse than the cafeteria's (and she knows it). Mind you, my cooking tastes like rat poison.
Naraku has become highly possessive over me and won't let me work with Sango or Inuyasha. If I go and get ingredients, he comes too. If I set out the tools, he does the same while Sango and Inuyasha get the ingredients. It is QUITE annoying.
"Let's see..." Sango said as she read through the recipe, ignoring everything else around her.
"...Inuyasha...what are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity, while drifting away from the lecture Sango was talking at us as she read through the page.
"Cracking eggs."
I watched him crack his sixth egg into the plastic bowl.
"I noticed...but do we need 6 eggs?"
He cracked another two together in his palm and then dumped the contents of the egg into the bowl and tossed the shell to the side.
He shrugged.
"...and then you, Kagome, can stir the contents together to make the batter, and then that should be about it." Sango finished up, oblivious to the fact that only Naraku had given her half an ear.
Sango started getting out other utensils, while I stood, fascinated, at multiple different ways Inuyasha found to crack eggs.
"Alright, then! Kagome: You and Naraku go and get the ingredients. Inuyasha: You and I are- Inuyasha? What *are* you-INUYASHA!!!" she yelled as she noticed what he was doing. Naraku headed over to the ingredients table, not realizing that I hadn't followed.
Inuyasha ignored her and muttered '...one dozen...' as he shelled his 12th egg.
"Am I the only one that try's to cook, in this group??" she asked frantically.
"Give it up." I told her. "Why try when you know you can't? None of us here can."
"*I* can cook!" Inuyasha stated proudly.
The two of us stared.
"I'm making eggs."
"Thank you, for stating the OBVIOUS!!" Sango yelled.
"Kagome, please pass me the whisk." He requested.
I did so.
He beat the eggs, till they became a mass of yolk and whites and then he passed the bowl to me, with the whisk, and told me to try it. I beat the eggs some more.
"Now put it in the microwave for 10 minutes." He said.
"TEN MINUTES!!!" Sango looked like she was on the brink of insanity.
"There are 12 eggs in there, dimwit." He replied.
I popped the bowl into the microwave as Sango left shaking her head, saying that she was going to help Naraku carry over the food. I plugged ten minutes into the microwave and then stood next to Inuyasha. I glanced around the classroom at all the students, and then eventually let my mind wander back to where we sat.
As the microwave continued to count down, I glanced up at Inuyasha.
"I didn't know you could cook eggs." I said to start a conversation.
"I can't." he replied simply.
"......what? But...how did you know to put them in for 10 minutes??" I asked confusedly.
"Guessed."
I stared, open mouthed, at him.
"Did you know that you look like a fish like that?" he smirked.
I shut my mouth.
"By the way, where's the whisk?"
I gasped. "I forgot to take it out!!"
"Out?"
"Of the bowl!!"
He slapped himself on the forehead. "Even *I* know *that*!!"
I sighed. "Well sorry for not being a gourmet chef."
He rolled his eyes. "I knew that in preschool!"
"Liar."
"So what?"
"...Do eggs explode?" I suddenly asked.
"Did you cover the bowl with wax paper?"
"No. You never told me to."
Inuyasha's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face.
We heard a pop emit from the microwave.
"...I think they do..."
Then we heard a bang.
And I thought we would only have to clean out the inside of the microwave.
Well that would have been just great...if the door hadn't blown off.
It was like watching fireworks.
The bowl made one big explosion, and the door flew off.
Hot egg flew everywhere like confetti, and yet again, people were screaming.
Typical.
* * *
The bell rang, and somehow, throughout all of the confusion and Ms. Nakashima's absent mindedness, we managed to get away with out being discovered.
Fascinating, when you think about it.
Miroku met me outside the classroom again and we walked to L.A. together.
"So what did you and Inuyasha blow up this time?" he asked in a perfectly good mood.
"The microwave."
"Ah well, what use is a microwave anyway?"
"Useless if it blows up what you're trying to cook."
"What *were* you trying to cook?"
"Eggs. And remind me not to believe Inuyasha when he tells me that he can cook 12 eggs for 10 minutes."
"Alright."
"What put you in such a good mood?"
"Life!"
"Life?"
"Life!"
"Life?"
"Life!"
"Can you shut up and just answer my question?"
"What was you're question?"
I sighed. "When I say 'Life?' as a question, I mean for you to elaborate on your one word statement."
Any fool should know that.
"Ah. Well then, Life is good. That's why I'm in a good mood. You only live once, so live life to it's fullest!"
"Does setting the school kitchen on fire include living life to it's fullest?"
"Well, you're certainly making your teacher live her life to it's fullest."
I hate him sometimes.
* * *
~*Friday*~
6:00 A.M.
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-clickclickclickclickclick*
Ugg...I did not want to get up.
I yawned as I opened my eyes...and saw Godzilla staring wide-eyed at me.
~ ~ ~
To cut a long story short, I screamed bloody murder, my mother came to make sure that I was not being gruesomely slaughtered, and my brother has been grounded for eternity.
I *hate* rubber masks.
* * *
~*After school*~
"Kagome...where are you going? My car is this way..." Naraku reminded me.
"I'm going to Sango's house today." I coldly informed him, as we exited the school. I looked for Sango and saw her standing by a blue Honda.
I started to run towards the car but Naraku grabbed me by the wrist and twisted my arm back painfully.
"I don't remember hearing about this, Kagome."
"I forgot...to tell you!" I gasped, as my arm continued to twist against its natural movement.
"Why don't you come tell me in the car. I am picking you up at 6:45 tonight to take you to the dance. Should I pick you up from Sango's house?"
"OWW!!!! QUIT THAT!!!!!" I snarled viciously at him. I felt tears spring to my eyes as my arm screamed at me.
"Come along then," he said as if nothing was the matter.
"I'm not going with you!!" my voice squeaked as I fought not to let myself cry.
"I believe you are." He responded.
I saw, through the mist of tears that was getting thicker, Sango and a woman coming closer...and closer...until the woman swung something and pelted Naraku in the head with it. He let go of me as he landed heavily on the ground and I felt my arm give a huge sigh of relief. Oddly enough, when he let go of me, my tears came easily...possibly because I wasn't concentrating on the pain as much anymore.
I couldn't see it, but I'm sure there was a huge bump that was getting ready to form. At LEAST I had the pleasure of knowing that a huge black and blue bruise was going to be there.
"Kagome! Meet my mother!" Sango smiled pleasantly.
Sango's mother huffed as she glared down at Naraku. She then looked up at me and smiled good-naturedly, "Hello, Kagome dear!"
I stared speechless at her as I dried my tears. "What did you swing at him??"
"My purse. He was hurting you, wasn't he?"
"Yes, he was." I rubbed my arm to massage the pain away. "What do you keep in your purse?"
"A LOT of change."
"I'm gonna get a real purse and keep cash in it." I decided.
Mrs. Kashiyama (Sango's mother) beamed at me and then looked at Naraku as if he was a worm.
"Let's go." Sango suddenly said, as Naraku started to get up.
"Yes, let's!" Mrs. Kashiyama agreed pointedly.
As we headed to the car, I glanced back at Naraku, coldly, and noticed him glaring at the three of us. Outwardly I turned back around to start a conversation, while climbing into the backseat of Sango's car, but inwardly...that glare had been the death sentence for an old friend of mine that had stuck up for me. I really hoped that Mrs. Kashiyama knew what she was dealing with.
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