Thischapter is dedicated to:

HazelEyed Freak

For 'Inspiring' me, to write another chapter.

-Thanks-

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I was still lying dumbstruck on the ground staring at the stranger's similarities to Sesshoumaru, but Miroku, on the other hand, had rage in his eyes.

"What the fuck?! Don't you know when to apoligize, you fucking piece of shit?!" He leaned down and grabed my arm gruffly, yanking me to my feet and senses.

"Asshole." I muttered to the intruder. I turned to Miroku and looked at him pleadingly.

"Miro-kun, can we please just leave? I think I wanna go see the nurse..." I looked down at myself, making Miroku gasp at what I looked like. I was bleeding heavily from the large gashes in my arms and legs, and probably on my back too. The brute force of the guy running into me so hard that I had hit the ground with a resounding 'Thump' and skidded on around a foot of cement, which didn't feel good on tender skin (Which I have always had) , either. I had a huge headache now.

Miroku nodded silently, still glaring promises of death at the 'Jerk'.

"Sure 'Gome, whatever you want." He put my arm over his shoulder (Earning him a painful wince from me) and reached around my upper back to keep me balanced. "You're gonna be okay." I nodded slightly and leaned my head on his offered shoulder, whispering a heartfelt 'Thank you, Miro' to the guy that I considered my best friend. Short notice, but you could tell I'd end up being best of friends with him anyway, so why deny it?

I whimpered as the school nurse (Asuke Hitomi, a short cubby aged woman) poked and prodded at my bruises and scraches all over my body, and finally she sighed and straightened herself out. She gave me a sympathetic look that I dreaded.

"Whats wrong, Asuke-sensai?" I asked politely, even though I was in agonizing pain. She raised the left side of her mouth as if to say 'Sorry'.

"Higurashi-san I'm afraid that your not allowed to go home with these minor injuries. We'll just fix you up and give you and-" She graced Miroku with an approving glance."-Your savior here a late pass to your first periods." She nodded as if to herself. I whimpered, but Asuke had already left to gather up some bandages and alcohol. I shuddered violently at the thought of having alcohol rubbed on all my sore spots, and Miroku shot me an amused glance. I scowled up at him.

"Whats so funny?!" I barked out, trying to ignore the stinging pain I felt on my back as I sat in the hard school chair. Miroku chuckled slightly.

"Nothing at all my dearest." I let my eyes close for a moment. Then before I could think one thing about Miroku being insensitive, Asuke came waddling back into the room with a bottle and a container of bandages. She smiled happily at Miroku and I.

"Now, my dear, time to clean up those wounds of yours with good ol' alcohol."

I think half the school heard me scream.

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Miroku came up behind me silently, as to try to make me think he wasn't there at all. I was in a VERY bad mood ever since the kill-joy Nurse Asuke 'Tended' my wounds this morning, and I was in no mood for one of Miroku's games (It turns out that we had three out of four of the same classes together, including lunch).

I leaned back the slightest bit and elbowed him in his gut, gaining a small 'Omphf!' of suprise. I giggled. He always did something to make me laugh. We were now in our final class (Math, Ew.) with only a few more minutes to go and the teacher gave us some free time after introducing the course. I was pooped and I'm sure Miroku felt the same way I did about the whole waste of a day. All I wanted was to go home and pass out.

Miroku placed his arm over my shoulder carefully, as to not induce unneeded pain and grinned at me.

"Did you have a good day 'Gome?" He asked sweetly. I grumbled at his taller form.

"You tell me, I've had you in ninety precent of my classes." Miroku ignored my comment.

"Well I'm glad to hear that you've had such a wonderful time. Maybe you will consider my offer on a strawberry smoothie with me after school?" I looked at him in suprise.

"How did you know strawberry was my favorite flavor?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I didn't, its mine, I just wanted some company." I smiled at him and brought my right arm around his waist.

"Sure, Miro, as long as its your treat." I told myself I'd be home by the time my mom expected me. He nodded approvingly at me.

"Now thats what I want to hear!" He said happily, just as the bell rang for the end of the day. I licked my dry lips and smiled at him thinking where at home I had left my chapstick.

It turns out that almost everyone at our new school liked smoothies also. Bad for me, and bad for them.

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