Here I am, in my twenty first century classroom, taking my twenty first
century tests and books and teacher.... and all I can think about is you.
The way you move when you fight, our little... okay, our HUGE arguments...
and how you hate to see me cry. I think you said it was because the tears
bothered your nose.
What a lame cop-out.
You. My fourteenth century hanyou. Fully equipped with claws, fangs, super powers, and long flowing white hair... and amber eyes that seem to stare right into your mind..... reading every thought.... hypnotizing and luring.... without even knowing it....
and then there's your attitude..... That attitude. What could infuriate me more than the way you automatically assume that you're right, and you know best and... Ooooh. I could just... and then.... and that's usually when I yell at you. And you yell back, and then I yell louder, and you call me a bitch or a wench, or something, and then.... then I.... I subdue you....
and I've realized, that in life, we have choices. Everyone. Mom, Granpa, Souta.... You. And when you and I get to yelling... and we're arguing about me coming back to my time, or some other rubbish that I'm right about- - I have two choices on how to stop this insane, and one sided, argument..... I can subdue you, or kiss you.
I'd like the latter better, but the first one .... is the one I always choose.... because it's never right. Never the right moment. I can't end an argument with you by kissing you-- that something that Miroku or someone would do.... not me. Not like I'm perverted like that... sheesh.
But it always makes me smile-- how you always seem well meaning-- but nothing quite goes your way, and you begin to throw a fit like a child, and I'm so sorry, but I have to do it. I can't have you believing that simply pitching a childish fit is going to fix anything, because if anything, it makes life worse. And I have to reprimand you.... for your behavior.....
My pencil taps against my desk in a steady beat..... almost hypnotizing my mind.... Delightfully as it scampers through several ideas of how to punish you.... I quickly pull myself from that arena of thought.... scolding myself for my lack of control.
Shame on me.
Maybe Inuyasha could punish me.....
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A/N: So i made Kagome Day dream. I figured, she seems innocent, right? And being a seemingly innocent girl myself, i gave a little insight into what it is. Then again, Kagome could be perfectly innocent.... but something tells me she isn't quite the little sissy we all make her out to be. Sure, she hates bugs, but c'mon, so do I! Ja ne!
What a lame cop-out.
You. My fourteenth century hanyou. Fully equipped with claws, fangs, super powers, and long flowing white hair... and amber eyes that seem to stare right into your mind..... reading every thought.... hypnotizing and luring.... without even knowing it....
and then there's your attitude..... That attitude. What could infuriate me more than the way you automatically assume that you're right, and you know best and... Ooooh. I could just... and then.... and that's usually when I yell at you. And you yell back, and then I yell louder, and you call me a bitch or a wench, or something, and then.... then I.... I subdue you....
and I've realized, that in life, we have choices. Everyone. Mom, Granpa, Souta.... You. And when you and I get to yelling... and we're arguing about me coming back to my time, or some other rubbish that I'm right about- - I have two choices on how to stop this insane, and one sided, argument..... I can subdue you, or kiss you.
I'd like the latter better, but the first one .... is the one I always choose.... because it's never right. Never the right moment. I can't end an argument with you by kissing you-- that something that Miroku or someone would do.... not me. Not like I'm perverted like that... sheesh.
But it always makes me smile-- how you always seem well meaning-- but nothing quite goes your way, and you begin to throw a fit like a child, and I'm so sorry, but I have to do it. I can't have you believing that simply pitching a childish fit is going to fix anything, because if anything, it makes life worse. And I have to reprimand you.... for your behavior.....
My pencil taps against my desk in a steady beat..... almost hypnotizing my mind.... Delightfully as it scampers through several ideas of how to punish you.... I quickly pull myself from that arena of thought.... scolding myself for my lack of control.
Shame on me.
Maybe Inuyasha could punish me.....
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A/N: So i made Kagome Day dream. I figured, she seems innocent, right? And being a seemingly innocent girl myself, i gave a little insight into what it is. Then again, Kagome could be perfectly innocent.... but something tells me she isn't quite the little sissy we all make her out to be. Sure, she hates bugs, but c'mon, so do I! Ja ne!