Only Words Can Say

Chapter 2: Squeaky Chairs

As soon as she had stalked into the classroom, she could feel it. Feel her stomach suddenly plummet downwards to her toes, feel her temples begin to throb painfully, feel her palms begin to tingle in dread. Mr. Jakotsu, her infamously gay biology teacher, had his cursed clipboard tucked under one arm and was pacing energetically up and down the desk aisles, smiling in a way that could only mean one thing: new lab partners.

For the last time, she miserably dragged her legs over to her desk in the front of the class which she shared with her lab partner, Yura. Sliding into the seat, she tucked her hair over her shoulder—away from her hair-obsessed partner—and stared gloomily ahead. She was pleased to see that she wasn't alone in her melancholic state; many of her peers were gazing about the room dismally, but unlike the rest of the students, there wasn't any one in the room at the moment that Kagome would utterly despise working with. In fact, her foul mood was due, in part, to her run in with Inu Yasha in the hall, but was mostly due to the fact that she barely knew any one in her biology class. A new lab partner meant working with someone she barely knew and who would most likely conclude she was some mindless bimbo and would mentally chuck her into some clique that he/she assumed she belonged to.

Before she could sink further within her musings, they were cut short by the nerve-wracking shrill of the bell, followed by Inu Yasha's entrance two seconds after the last high-pitched ringing had ceased. Only today he didn't saunter casually into the room, lips hovering between a smirk and a pout, and slide smoothly into his chair next to Kikyo like he usually did. Today he strode into the class with his hands shoved in his pockets, a pensive scowl on his face that suited him more than the playboy façade he normally dawned.

Despite herself, Kagome couldn't stop her eyes from following him to the back of the room where he practically collapse into his chair, not even bothering to follow his daily routine of subtly smiling at his girlfriend before pretending to not pay attention in class.

Her eyes suddenly met with his across the room and she snapped her head back to the front of the class, missing the way Inu Yasha's scowl deepened and the speculative look Kikyo shot her.

'Stupid! What are you doing Kagome? Focus, focus, focus.'

"Guess what we're doing today class," Mr. Jakotsu was exclaiming, hands clasped together excitedly. Apparently the deadpan stares of his students did nothing to dampen his mood because he continued just as cheerily, "You're trading lab partners! Gather your things and prepare to move."

A groan of general disapproval and reluctance rumbled throughout the room, mingling with the sounds of shuffling papers, zipping backpacks, feet shuffling to the front of the room, and the low murmur of students trying to speak softly.

Not bothering to quiet his class, Mr. Jakotsu whipped out his clipboard and daintily pointed to the desk Kagome had just vacated,

"Yura and Kikyo, you two will be sitting together right here."

He scrunched up his nose as the two girl flounced past him, barely concealing his disgust at them; Jakotsu's hatred of women was almost as renown as his sexual preference. Finally managing to mask his disgust, he slid over to the next desk and continued,

"Sitting right here will be…" he paused and licked his lips in anticipation sending shivers of dread simultaneously up his students' spines. He was aware that the desk his one manicured finger lightly rested upon was often referred to as the hot seat, and oh! how he loved to see its newest occupants squirm!

"Inu Yasha and Kagome."

Kagome's eyes widened and her grip on her binders went slack in surprise. Frantically she searched her mind for something, any thing at all that she had done that could possible explain why Jakotsu was sentencing her to the hot seat, the desk front and center of the class whose occupants were subjected to insanely specific questions on the text and other twisted forms of mental torture teachers take pleasure in executing.

No matter how much she wracked her brain, though, she could think of nothing she had done to offend Mr. Jakotsu other than being a girl. Great. She was being punished because her biology teacher didn't find her gender appealing. Just peachy.

With a resigned sigh, she allowed her legs to carry her the short distance from the front of the classroom to her chair. 'I guess it's not that bad,' she consoled herself, slumping into her seat, 'At least I no longer have to be afraid of Yura dying my hair red while I take a nap…of course being in the hot seat means no naps any way.' She rested her head against one hand, and gazed listlessly at the whiteboard, 'Wait a second, I don't have to worry about Yura any more, but I do have to worry about…'

She paled and slowly turned in her seat. Gray eyes once again widened and she could practically hear the corny horror music playing in the background as her eyes traveled up past a pair of black, baggy pants and obligatory matching, worn-looking T-shirt to meet with familiar amber-colored eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Inu Yasha growled, sprawling gracefully into his chair.

"Nothing," she sniffed with an indignant toss of her head that had the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk.

"Okay class, settle down now. Settle down," Jakotsu chided, bustling back to the front of the class, "We're continuing our genetics unit so pull out your notes mmmkay?" He smiled, his smile widening to a grin at the sight of Kagome and Inu Yasha.

Both repressed a shiver as they hauled out their notes: Kagome's from behind the divider neatly labeled notes while Inu Yasha dug out his from the depths of his battered backpack. Smoothing out the wrinkles, he placed his semi-crumpled paper on the desk at about the same time Kagome placed hers; a fact that compelled him to shoot her a glare just to ensure that she knew her place. Naturally he was surprised when his seemingly timid lab partner parried his glare with a dirty look of her own, so much so that he pretended he didn't see her retaliation and, instead, turned his attention to the board where Jakotsu was scribbling out something about sexually-influenced traits.

With a loud crack of his knuckles, Inu Yasha gripped his pen with his right hand and brought it down to his paper. He had just managed to scrawl out "sexually influenced traits are," when he ran into a minor problem.

"Move your elbow girl."

Kagome's eyes narrowed. The nerve of this guy! She had been attentively taking notes like a good student when he rammed his elbow right into hers and had the audacity to blame her for their discomfort!

She pinned him with a withering look, "No."

He barely stopped himself from gawking at her, "What did you say?"

"You heard me; no. I'm left-handed, and I'm more comfortable with my elbow here."

"Well I'm right-handed and it's annoying banging into your friggin elbow with every word I write."

"Then move your elbow."

"No, you move yours."

"No, you—"

"Is there a problem here?" Mr. Jakotsu interrupted in a syrupy voice.

The pair mutely shook their heads.

"No? In that case, tell me the difference between sexually linked traits and sexually influenced traits, Mr. Inu Yasha."

"Uh---well—er—the differences are, that, sexually linked traits are—um—" Inu Yasha stuttered, floundering through his thoughts. How the hell would he know? In fact, why the hell would he know?

"Well, Inu Yasha?" Jakotsu purred, eyes glittering excitedly.

Oh shit. He did NOT want to serve detention with little-boy molester Jakotsu.

"What I think Inu Yasha's trying to say," Kagome smoothly cut in, "is that your question is inaccurate and that what you're trying to ask is the difference between sex-linkage and sexually influenced traits since the text never actually mentions sex-linked traits."

"Oh well," Jakotsu stepped back and squinted critically at Kagome, "I suppose that will have to do." The disappointment was painfully obvious in his tone.

After another minute of scrutiny, Jakotsu finally turned his back to the pair residing in the hot seat, presenting Inu Yasha with the perfect opportunity to glower at Kagome.

"What the hell was that, bitch?" He hissed.

Her gaze snapped up to meet with his, gray eyes blazing, " I thought, that was helping your sorry butt."

"I never asked for your help."

"Fine then. Next time I'll let you get molested by him after school, have fun." She snapped, throwing her pencil down on the desk. To further emphasize her point, she folded her arms, turned away from him and leaned heavily back on her chair; the latter giving a rusty squeak of agreement, that—if Kagome didn't know any better—had the cute doggy ears on top of Inu Yasha's beanie almost twitching in irritation.

Rolling her eyes at such a stupid idea, she shifted to face the whiteboard, her chair giving another creak which, she was delighted to note, caused Inu Yasha to flinch and shoot her an annoyed glance out of the corner of his eye.

For what had to be the third time that day, gray and gold eyes clashed, but instead of quickly darting away their gazes held sending a surprised, but not altogether unpleasant, jolt through the pair's bodies.

Smirking at his lab partner's stunned, flushing face, Inu Yasha's eyes (still locked with hers) hardened challengingly as he slowly raised his arms to stretch, and leaned languidly back against his chair,

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak

'Ha! Take that bitch!'

Kagome's brows furrowed, her lips pursed, and her eyes flashed with determination,

'Oh so, that's how you want to play, hm?'

Casually pushing her pencil off her desk, she leaned backwards to retrieve it,

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak

'Top that hotshot.'

He flinched and then scowled, the corner of his lip lifting ever so slightly to show a shiny fang,

Squeeeaaaak

'Bitch.'

She glared at him.

Creeaaaak

'Jerk'

Squeeaak

'Ugly.'

Creeaak

'Stupid'

Squeak

Creak

Squeak

Creak

Squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky

He flashed her a cocky smirk.

Creaky creaky creaky creaky creaky

She stuck her tongue out at him.

Creakity

Squeakity

Creakity

Squeakity

"Excuse me you two…"

Creakity

Squeakity

"I said, excuse me you—" Jakotsu tried again loudly, drawing the whole classes attention to the two insane students in the hot seat rocking back and forth in their squeaky chairs.

CREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAK

SQUEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAK

BAM

"That's it, DETENTION!" Jakotsu bellowed, his normally feminine voice suddenly deepening as he forcefully slammed his clipboard down upon their desks, putting a stop to the pair's disruptive antics.

The corner of Kagome's eyes crinkled with the force of the cheeky grin she treated her desk mate with. Poor Inu Yasha, forced to spend detention with the Jakotsu all alone…

"That means you too Kagome."

"What?!"

Inu Yasha snickered as the girl's sickeningly sweet grin plummeted into an _expression of disbelief. Heh. He had a feeling he was going to have no problem staying awake in detention this time.

A/N: Four daaaaay weeeeekend, fouuur daaaay weeeekend. YAY! And I even finished all my hw on Saturday. YAAAAY! Erm. Ok. Right. Well any way, there's the second chapter, and I'm uber sorry it took so long to get out. I had to actually formulate a decent plot for this story ^_^*. And man, I was really blown away by all the reviews you guys sent me. I don't understand, I've only posted a prologue and a chapter and I've received so many reviews! Not that I mind of course, he he. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and remember four things:

1. Inu Yasha's not mine

2. I only got a B on my genetics exam in bio

3. Review, review, review!

4. Fouuuur daaaaay weeeeekeeeend