Yay! I just suffered through my first day of school! Go me!

AND I love my new English teacher! He rocks!

I really wanna thank everyone who reviewed, it just makes me feel so loved! (Sniffs)

So Izayoi, you have a friend who's down-to-earth but also a cheerleader?

Give her my congratulations. There should be more people like that in this world.

(Though, if that's how it really was, there probably wouldn't be any blond jokes, and who doesn't love blond jokes? Except the blonds, that is. Heh.)

And about Kagome's mystery man: YOU'LL NEVER GET IT OUT OF ME! NOT EVEN UNDER CHINESE WATER TORTURE! (Which, frankly, sounds kinda fun.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter #10

Fourth Period, English

Kikyo smiled as Sango rambled on about some concert.

It had been amazingly easy to convince nearly everyone that she was now a full-out unique person.

Most of her friends, being the mindless cheerleaders that they were, believed her. They hadn't had any problems with shunning her, and the same went with most of the other popular/athletic kids.

Occasionally she still slipped in a couple of "likes" per sentence, completely out of habit.

But other then that, she was doing pretty well.

Of course that stupid boy...Miroku?...had been a little difficult to win over. Kikyo wasn't completely sure she had won him over, but what was he going to do? Really, he had nothing on her.

Inuyasha, on the other hand could be a bit of a problem.

But as long as she followed Naraku's instructions and stayed away from him, things would probably turn out fine.

Probably.

"Oh, and Kagome invited us to go to the parade on Saturday. Inuyasha and Miroku are going also, what about you? It sounds pretty cool."

Kikyo snapped back to attention.

Inuyasha was going?

"I can't," Kikyo said, with as much fake disappointment as she could muster. "My mom's on my back about this prom thing. She really wants me to go dress shopping with her."

Sango smiled dreamily.

The junior prom.

Not that she'd EVER admit it to anyone, but she was really looking forward to it.

Dancing with some great guy in an even greater dress. You can't really go wrong with that.

Sango's smile grew.

And that certain cute guy would be kind and funny, with beautiful black hair and violet eyes and—

Sango snapped out of her daydream.

Go to the dance with Miroku? She snorted. Like he'd even ask me.

Sango frowned. Why am I thinking this way? I'm an independent woman. If I want to ask him to the dance, there should be nothing stopping me.

She rolled her eyes. Except, of course, pure and utter terror of rejection. But other then that, my chances are pretty good.

Sango looked up when she realized Kikyo was still talking.

"...so anyway, I'm really sorry, but I can't go."

Sango nodded comfortingly, mostly glad that she hadn't been caught daydreaming about a certain black-haired boy.

"No problem. I'll just tell Kagome, and we can think up something else to do later."

Kikyo nodded with, Sango noticed, a very satisfied expression.

"That'll be perfect."

Sixth Period, English (Again)

Inuyasha sat in English class, completely confused.

He wasn't even confused by the homework, which was his usual annoyance in this class.

No, it was about last night.

Kagome had called, and demanded to speak to his brother.

Inuyasha, of course, stayed and listened to the whole conversation between Sesshoumaru and Kagome.

Except he only heard his brother's half, and (being the silent type) Sesshoumaru hadn't said all that much.

Why the heck had Kagome wanted to speak to Sesshoumaru?

In fact, nearly everyone in his family talked to her.

Shippou had demanded to say hi, and his mother had wanted to meet the girl all three of her sons seemed to know.

Even his father had grabbed the phone, and demanded to know what Kagome thought of the Chicago Bulls.

They had argued a bit, but then made up when they found out that they had the same weird obsession with cinnamon donuts.

Inuyasha was the only one Kagome hadn't had a real conversation with.

He watched his English teacher.

Just as the little lady turned her back, Inuyasha flicked a note expertly onto Kagome's desk.

Yo Kag,

What was up with that phone call?

Do you mind telling me why the heck you wanted to talk to Sesshoumaru?

I mean, it's Sesshoumaru. What's up with that?

Inu

Kagome, unfortunately didn't answer any of his questions.
She really didn't have the chance, because at that moment the bell rang.

Rushing up to talk with her, Inuyasha found that she'd already gone off to her next class.

For the first time in his life, Inuyasha was unhappy that English was over.

Between Sixth Period and Seventh, In the Hallway

Kikyo handed Naraku a pamphlet. "They're going to the parade this Saturday. Miroku and Sango too."

He smiled slowly, looking through the little booklet listing events and times. "Great. They're getting closer together, and the prom is still a whole eight days away. Plenty of time." He handed the pamphlet back to Kikyo. "And while we're waiting for the great event, how about we have some fun with this?"

Kikyo looked at the brightly-colored piece of paper and shrugged. "I dunno. You're in charge. Just make sure you aren't seen."

Naraku held up his head confidently.

"Easy."

There, chapter ten is finished (even if it was short). I feel so satisfied that I managed to leave some clues.

Oh, and Nobody (the reviewer)? The thing is, I don't really like Kikyo.

I mean, in the anime I completely hated her.

(Stupid girl. Trying to get in the way of Inuyasha and Kagome. Grrr...)

That's just kind of how I think.

(Sorry if this annoys anyone.)

But in this fanfic, I don't really want people to hate her. I want them to dislike her strongly, but I also kind of want them to understand her a little. Or, at least how I write her.

Does that make any sense?

I hope so.

Abbi-normal? I think someone has had a little two much sugar. Right on! Fight the dentists! (Heh. My mom's a dentist. Ooops.)

'Til the next chapter!