Okay, here's chapter three.
I know I haven't really gotten to the plot of the story yet, but just wait.
Pretty soon there's going to be an all-out war between Kagome, Inuyasha, Kikyo, and (as soon as I introduce him) Naraku.
Sango and Miroku...well, I wouldn't consider their situation a "war."
But I'm still going to have a lot of fun with them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Chapter #3
Kagome glared at her lunch.
From Chicago to New York, school food grossed her out.
Pushing her tray away, she looked up sharply as Sango sat down.
"I've met a jerk," they announced simultaneously.
They both giggled, momentarily happy, and then the morning's events kicked in.
Kagome motioned for Sango to continue with her story.
"In my French class there was this perverted moron." Sango gulped down a mouthful of crunchy soup, making a face all the while.
Lunch food.
Yuck.
"Was he cute?" Kagome asked cheekily.
"No," Sango snapped. "He was not cute."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
Kagome nodded. "I bet he was cute."
"That's beside the point!" Sango screamed. "That...that..."
"Meanie?" Kagome supplied helpfully.
Sango glared. "That boy groped me."
Kagome immediately stuffed a pizza roll in her mouth.
Sango regarded her friend suspiciously. "You're trying not to laugh."
Kagome shook her head, her cheeks filled with stale bread, tomato sauce, and cheese. A muffled giggle got through all the food.
"You are trying not to laugh!" Sango said accusingly.
That's when Kagome lost it.
Spraying Sango with partially chewed food, Kagome burst into loud, booming laughter.
"HE...(Burst of mirth)...HE FELT—(choking sounds)—HE TRIED...YOU AND HIM...Bwhahahaha!" Kagome's eyes streamed with tears, and Sango flushed red.
The entire cafeteria was staring at them.
Embarrassing.
"Kagome?" Sango asked, desperately trying to change the subject. "What about this guy you met? The jerk?"
Kagome instantly stopped laughing, and started fuming.
"He's just another jock. I got partnered with him in gym, that's all." Her eyes narrowed. "There was also this really prissy cheerleader." Sango, ever the wonderful audience, gasped. "Yes, a cheerleader. She approached me, told me never to: talk to her, sit near her, or come in contact with her boyfriend."
Sango's lips twitched. "Did she use a lot of 'like's?"
A chuckle escaped Kagome. "In at least every other sentence."
They sat in silence for a while, just picking at their food.
"What was her name?"
Kagome frowned, trying to remember. "Ki...Kok...Kikyo."
"You, like, called?" Both girls jumped at turned to the tall cheerleader. Kikyo's scowled down at Kagome. Well, she would have scowled, but that would've cause wrinkles.
Wrinkles.
Ew!
"I thought I told you, like, never to talk to me in public?"
"S-sorry," Kagome stammered. She honestly had been surprised by Kikyo.
"Also, what did I, like, tell you about my boyfriend?" Kikyo advanced on the very nervous Kagome.
"B-boyfriend?"
"Inuyasha."
Kagome's mind temporarily shut down.
That jerk and this girl were going out?
That...that...jock? And this cheerleader?
Not fully being able to comprehend this connection, Kagome did something she often did.
She let her mouth take over.
"Look, you idiotic pom-pom waver, I don't know if your brain's been affected by the amount of hair spray you use (which, by the way, is totally destroying the ozone) so I'll put this simply: I don't like you. You had better just back off if you don't want something really, uh, BAD to happen to you!"
Grabbing a handful of Sango's tuna salad, Kagome flung it into Kikyo's face.
Kikyo stared.
The rest of the cafeteria stared.
Sango decided not to eat her tuna salad.
Kagome panted, and mentally wondered how she was going to get the tuna salad off her hand.
Then all hell broke loose.
"FOOD FIGHT!!!"
Meanwhile, two boys watched from the sidelines.
"That the one you groped?"
"Uh-huh. That the one who hates you?"
"Uh-huh."
Silence.
"Her name's Kagome, right? She's cute. You like her?"
"No. Pervert. She hates me."
"Right."
Silence.
"So you think I have a shot with Sango?"
Study Hall
Kagome held up a strand of hair.
A strand of hair coated with some freshman's milkshake.
Sighing, she leaned over her math book.
She had survived a food fight only to be swamped with homework.
"Stop sighing," Sango hissed over her English book. "It's your fault the whole thing got started anyway. What's up with that?"
"Sorry," Kagome whispered apologetically. "It's just what she said..."
"About Inuyasha?" Sango asked knowingly.
"Yeah. I just hate those jocks and cheerleaders. Kikyo was insulting for no reason, and Inuyasha did the whole name-calling thing in gym."
Sango raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Kagome wilted a bit. "Well, I guess I kinda started it. I thought he was seriously going to be like every other jock out there. However, he didn't exactly try very hard to be nice. All I did was call him a bastard, and then he's all mad and mean."
"You know what I think?" Sango asked. "I think he likes you."
"That—that—NO!" Kagome shook her head, sputtering wildly.
"But more importantly, I think you might have liked him a little."
Protesting violently, Kagome began gathering her things.
Following suit, Sango stood.
Chattering, arguing, and laughing, the two made their way to their next class.
In the corner of the library, a figure watched them.
"Inuyasha, seems that you have a new enemy." Naraku grinned. "And Kikyo, seems that you have competition." Smiling, he stood and left.
There was planning to be done.
Ooooo, Naraku's planning something!
Ain't Miroku adorable when he thinks about Sango? (Sighs)
I love that couple.
But I love the Inu/Kag coupling even more.
They're just so fun to play with!