What was I thinking? I'd love to know.
For those of you who are concerned about my questionable sanity, I'd just like to say that I have a friend, a guy, who asked for fairy wings for his birthday last week. Of course we presented him with a pink pair and little pink wand from Girl Heaven. He wron them for threes days straight, even around town. So there are people worse than me out there. Although perhaps I should be worried that I am friends with them...
Disclaimer: Owning Inuyasha would indicate large sums of money in the bank. I don't even have an account.
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Scroll Two- Back to School
According to some angels, one's formative years at high school combined the best and the worst years of one's life into one handy, travel-sized package (one size fits all, please check the instructions on the label before washing). Kagome wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Still at least she would be able to make sense of those funny squiggles in all those maths textbooks soon. In theory at least', she thought, idly flicking through a prime example of said textbooks, confusing to the bone... binding whatever.
A startled exclamation and a painful sounding thud, followed by some rather impressive swearing on par with that of any respectable sailor, drew her attention to the desk on her right. (It was perhaps fortunate that this occurred before she reached the page of sine curves; those nasty little buggers can really mess up your head. Had this timely distraction been delayed it is highly probable that things would have turned out completely different, with Kagome spending a lot of time with the men in white coats and Inuyasha taking the decidedly glory-less path of working at the local McDonalds. But that's beside the point.)
He hadn't been awake for more than an hour and already this was shaping up to go straight in to a high ranking on Inuyasha's list of shit days. It was already a bad hair day (one of these days he would get it cut, just as soon as he could afford it. Somehow he didn't feel inclined to take Miroku up on his offer to cut it for him.) He'd also discovered a piece of homework due in in five minutes that he had completely forgotten about and therefore had not done. Not to mention his toes that had just had a rather painful encounter with the combined forces of his history and maths textbooks. (Those sine waves again.) And now to top it all off he had to deal with Kikyo. Current score: 8 on the shitiness scale.
Surely I'm not that bad; you look like you've just seen a ghost. Kagome grimaced. It's the white top, isn't it? She plucked the offending garment. Makes me look even paler than usual.
Oh, quite the contrary. Miroku said from behind Inuyasha, running an appreciative gaze over her, all but drooling. You are the epitome of feminine beauty and sex appeal. Behind him Sango rolled her eyes and brought her folder down on his head.
She muttered before turning to smile at Kagome. I'm Sango, puppy-ears here is Inuyasha, She ignored Inuyasha's outraged splutter as he worked at extricating his foot. And the pervert is Miroku.
Charmed I'm sure. said Kagome, edging out of Miroku's reach. I'm Kagome.
Kagome? Not Kikyo then?' Well no, obviously not because a) closer inspection proved she didn't really look like his ex-girlfriend, b) her scent was different and c) she knew how to smile. That settled it; Kikyo hadn't even known what a smile was.
New score: 5 on the shitiness scale (yes, Kikyo really is worth three points, she's that bad.)
So where're you from? asked Miroku conversationally at the end of their lesson, as he crammed his notes haphazardly into his bag.
Huh? Oh, Heaven. Kagome replied absently as she copied her homework off the board, one half of her mind on getting the page numbers right and the other half wondering why she was being so enthusiastic about the Sengoku Jedai era when she had actually lived during it. Which left her mouth to answer all on its lonesome.
Hindsight truly is a wonderful thing. It's what foresight would be if it actually arrived on time. Must be all those leaves on the line or something like that. It is often accompanied with that little sinking feeling in the stomach and the phrase Uh oh or, in extreme circumstances (like now), Oh damn.
It took a while for her brain to catch up with what she'd said. It then concluded that that hadn't been such a good idea. Oh damn.'
A pregnant silence fell over the group as Inuyasha, Miroku and Sango tried to make up their minds whether to laugh or edge surreptitiously away and pretend they didn't know her, while Kagome tried to come up with some appropriate cover-up story. The silence gave birth to another, and another until Inuyasha finally asked, Uh, a town called Heaven or Heaven as in angels with harps and eating Philadelphia?
Kagome blinked. They never told me we got to eat Philadelphia! She scowled. Bloody management, cheating me out of my cheese.
What on earth has Philadelphia got do with it? Sango looked from Inuyasha to Kagome and back again. Did I miss part of this conversation or something?
It was an advert for some sort of cheese. Miroku explained. It had angels sat around on their clouds eating it, I forget why.
Kagome's shoulders slumped. So no cheese?
Miroku placed a consoling hand on her shoulder. At least it started out as consoling but by the time it reached her shoulder it had an entirely different agenda.
After a reflex fist-to-pervert's-nose reaction Kagome shouldered her bag and stepped over the twitching heap that was Miroku, Sango and Inuyasha close behind.
Think you could teach me that punch sometime? Sango asked as they left the room.
Having sorted out that Kagome was indeed from the Heaven with lots of angels and the big guy with a beard and sandals (but minus the cheese) in an intense discussion that involved lots of hand gestures -leading to three passers-by nearly becoming blind in one or both eyes and several old ladies calling the police to report some escaped patients from the district mental hospital- the three of them stopped off at the local McDonalds. A large poster adorned the door trying, but not very successfully, to sell the joys of working in a loud, greasy, unfashionable environment to the incredibly image conscious teenage population of Tokyo. Some ideas never work.
Hey, Inuyasha! You could work here, get some money. Sango grinned pointing at the poster. Whereupon Inuyasha gave her a look that quite clearly said What kind of loser would work here?' as they walked up to the counter.
Can I help anyone? Kouga asked, sporting a name badge with three gold stars.
Inuyasha's eyebrows shot up so far they disappeared beneath his bangs -which actually wasn't that far because his bangs were getting rather long- while Kagome laughed, hastily turning it into a cough when the wolf glanced at her.
Three stars? Sango peered at his badge.
Kouga puffed out his chest, he was immensely proud of his three gold stars; he'd worked so hard to achieve each one. Only two more to go and then he'd have the whole set. Which would take longer to polish every night, but it would be worth it.
Had he chosen a more how shall we put it? A more in' job, his reputation as the school bully and general hard guy would have stayed intact. However Inuyasha was already planning, with extremely unholy glee, on how to make this public knowledge. It would involve posters, lots of them. And plenty of embarrassing photos. All over the place. It was going to be so much fun.
He was so engrossed in his poster designs he didn't notice how his mouth curved up into a wicked, toothy grin. Or how he was rubbing his hands together like a taxman about to rob yet another innocent soul of their hard-earned savings. Sango and Kagome noticed and edged away, as did several other customers in the near vicinity.
Kouga, through super-youkai control, managed to keep his welcoming, Happy-to-help smile in place, although his hands balled into fists either side of the till.
Something funny, inu-kuro?
Inuyasha's self-preservation instinct kicked in then (it may come as a surprise but yes, he does actually have one.)
Hmm? I was just trying to figure out which incredibly unhealthy, unlikely-to-contain-real-meat burger to have with my salty, limp fries.
It just doesn't work very well.
By the time Miroku had got his slightly bruised self through the door and the large crowd of spectators, Inuyasha stood over a decidedly beaten Kouga like a triumphant champion, gloating.
He was a very bad winner. However Kouga was an even worse loser. It wasn't something he got much practice at.
He glowered at the hanyou, or as best he could from his prone position facedown on the floor. At such close quarters he could see that it really needed a clean. And he knew just who to use for a mop. Revenge would be sweet indeed.
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I really don't have a thing against McDonald's workers, although some of them could give a Little Chef waitress a run for her money in a test of speed; they're too busy chatting to do an order. And they always skimp on the fries.
For some reasons unknown to all but ff.net it decided to ignore all of my paragraph spacing on the last chapter. I may fix it, I may not. It all depends if I can tear myself away from those teeny, tiny cards long enough for me to get online and repost. No, I am not addicted to the things.