HIHI! Me again! This fic is just so easy to write! I love that they just fly out. Anyways, to answer some questions that either you had, or you will have:
-Kagome isn't blue! Lol! I was not very good at explaining that, now was I? -hangs head shamefully- in any case, yeah. It's just a lot of blue make up and clothes. So when Inuyasha saw her, he saw a lot of blue. Blue outfit, blue eyes, blue lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow etc. Blue sparkles. I get how the mistake could have happened and I'm sorry! I was so shocked at the first review commenting on her being blue. I was like, "Wha?!" It was pretty funny.
Ummmm actually, I think I need to answer the other questions at the end of this chapter. So yeah, they'll be there (unless I forget.)
I started feeling stupid as soon as she'd left. And when a week went by and I still hadn't seen or heard from her, I knew I was a complete moron. For the first few days, I kept staring over my shoulder, as if expecting her to pop up out of no where. I think Miroku was just a little disturbed. I wonder how he would have felt if I'd have told him just why I was so paranoid.
In any case, I knew I'd been duped. So my routine stayed the same as it had always been. Kikyo still never looked at me, and I could never figure out a way to talk to her. Miroku dismissed me as a lost cause after he oh-so-subtly tripped her into falling against me. All I did was grab her arm until she was steady. I didn't even look at her.
He was aghast that I blew such a perfect opportunity. I was furious he'd created such an obvious scenario. But nothing changed after that, so I got over it. He just shook his head in despair every time he caught me looking at her.
By the end of the week Yumi was already out of the picture. She was very eager to please, too eager to please, according to Miroku. She only ate salad in front of him, in spite of his assurances that he knew girls ate full meals at least occasionally, and she always waited for him to decide their dates, never giving him any input whatsoever then commenting on how clever he was for suggesting a movie. I don't know how he lasted a week. I got irritated just hearing about her.
After that, he started hanging out with a girl named Ayumi. She didn't have much spunk either, girls never really did when it came to Miroku, but at least she made suggestions. They'd already went to some play downtown that she'd been dying to see. He'd hated it, but he was too polite to tell her so. He'd probably let her know when they broke up though, using their different interests as an excuse.
He was such a prick.
But the girls loved him. Another reason I found them so irritating. They were so stupid. At least some of my 'followers' were starting to get the idea and leave me alone. At least, they didn't drop things in front of me anymore hoping that I'd pick them up for them. They stopped when I 'accidentally' stepped on and broke someone's watch. Guess they got the hint.
Things were as they always were. I sat with the same people I didn't know at lunch. I hung out with Miroku when he wasn't with a girl. I watched Kikyo. She ignored me. And I went home at the same time every day to the same big empty house, telling myself I'd change something the next day. But of course I never did.
And then Mr. Takaido introduced our new student. A scholarship transfer. A girl with blue eyes. Kagome Higurashi.
She definitely looked different in normal clothes. I wouldn't have recognized her if he hadn't formally introduced her to the class. Miroku sucked in his breath, so I guess he thought she was pretty enough. I wasn't really paying attention. To me, her appearance proved I wasn't an idiot, and maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to talk to Kikyo.
So when the teacher gestured for her to take a seat, I pointed to the one in front of me. Nobody liked to sit there since if I was bored it made them an easy target. At first she didn't see me, and when she did her eyes widened.
"Ah." Takaido nodded after seeing me gesture. "There's a seat in front of Inuyasha. Why don't you go ahead and sit there, Miss Higurashi." She gave him a weak smile and managed a nod. As soon as she sat down in front of me, she turned enough so I could see her face.
"I transferred here." She told me hurriedly. "We'll talk more after class." I nodded. When I leaned back in my seat, Miroku looked at me, shocked. He wasn't used to me talking to girls. But I could hardly explain that she wasn't a girl at all. I just shrugged at him and paid attention to the lesson, probably making him more curious, but I ignored him until the end of class.
When the bell finally rang, she was the first one out the door, and I wasn't far behind. Miroku tried to catch up, but was swarmed by his fan club. That's what he gets for being nice to them.
She found an empty classroom a couple doors down, and motioned for me to follow her inside. I complied, shutting the door behind us. She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. "Hi." She said, breaking into a sunny smile. "How have you been doing, Inuyasha?"
I didn't like her being so perky after I'd been worrying about my sanity for a week. "Just fine." My sarcasm wasn't lost on her, and she blinked and took a step back. "Where have you been? I was starting to think I'd-" I broke off, not wanting to say what I'd been starting to think.
"That you were going crazy?" She finished, reading my mind in that disconcerting way. "No, you're not. I'm real enough." She smiled at some secret joke. "Remember? No magic. It took me a while to get into your school through the normal channels." She lifted her hands into the air and spread her fingers out, a dramatic gesture, incorporating her whole body into as she flashed a brilliant smile. "But see? I'm here! No worries!" She let her hands fall back to her sides and watched me expectantly.
"Alright." I nodded as though she made sense. In reality I was wondering what in the world was supposed to happen next. So I had a Wishthingy. So she was at my school. How was she going to help me? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask, but she interrupted me before I could begin.
"Alright." She repeated, nodding her head. "Now let's get down to business. Do you have any classes with this girl?" She peered at me with those blue eyes, still bright, but more human than they'd seemed the other day. I nodded. "Well?" She waved a hand. "How many? What classes? When are you around her?" I blinked. She rolled her eyes. "Don't act so surprised. Obviously you know all the answers, and I'm gonna need to know them too if I'm going to help you."
I just shook my head. "What do you mean 'obviously' I know the answers? I'm not some kind of stalker you know." I pushed all of Miroku's accusations out of my mind and glared at her. She was unfazed.
"You're in love." She said. "Stalking comes with the territory." Seeing the look on my face, she held up a finger. "Don't argue with me on this. I know." She would have kept talking, but this time I interrupted her.
"I am not in love." I corrected venomously. "Don't get me confused with some stupid ditzy girl. I just want to talk to her." She was unaffected by me.
"Of course you're not a girl." She looked at me like I was the stupidest thing she'd ever seen. "And listen to yourself. Isn't denial like the first step towards acceptance or something? It's not like it's a bad thing. In fact, from what I hear, it's actually quite good." She finished dryly. I shot her a look and she laughed. "Okay fine. You're not in love." She waited for my look of approval before continuing. "You're just obsessed."
She couldn't quite hide a smile at the look on my face. "Stop that." I ordered. "You're supposed to be helping me, not being an idiot." She rolled her eyes, but then straightened her features and tried to look serious. "I have my last two periods with her every day, and lunch. After school I sometimes see her at the library." My eyes dared her to challenge me.
She nodded seriously. "After school you follow her to the library." She kept nodding. "I get it. Okay!" She clapped her hands together once, like she had before. "Well, let's think about this." She scrunched up her nose. "Have you ever talked to her before?" I shook my head. "Do you know any of her interests?" I shook my head again. "Do you have anything in common?" I opened my mouth to answer, but she interrupted me. "Other than going to the library after school?" My mouth closed. I didn't say anything. She made a face. "And you like her why?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you." I glowered at her. "Why do you care?"
She sighed heavily, letting her shoulders slump. "It's my job to care. Do you want me to help you or not?"
"It's your job to help me." I countered. "Whether or not I make it easy." She glared at me, but I was unaffected. The bell rang and she jumped, startled out of her fierce look. "That means we're late." I offered helpfully.
"I know." She tried to look annoyed at me but the corners of her mouth turned upwards against her will. "Do you have Minato's class next?" I nodded. "Me too! See how good I am?" She grinned brightly.
"I'm amazed." I said dryly, but my lack of enthusiasm was entirely lost on her. "Since we're already late, we might as well take our time getting there." I opened the door and stepped outside the classroom.
She looked at me like I was insane. "Yeah, and get me started off on the wrong foot with the teacher? No thank you." She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her, starting down the hall in a sprint. "At least if we run, being a mess and out of breath will prove we tried!" She called over her shoulder. Catching sight of my look, she must have guessed that I was less then thrilled. "Wanna Race?" She challenged devilishly.
It was utterly stupid. The idea was pathetic. But she was already running, dragging me with her, and I've always been a little competitive. "The class is three halls down, turn left, and then four doors to your right." I told her. She nodded and I took off.
"No fair!" She protested from somewhere behind me. "You're supposed to say 'Go' or something!" She didn't seem to expect an answer as she lengthened her stride to pull up along side me. I sped up, keeping a head or so in front of her the entire time.
When we reached the class room she was breathing hard. "Cheater." She muttered, trying to ignore the fact that I looked perfectly composed. "I'd have won if you'd given me fair warning." She stuck her chin out stubbornly, and made herself completely oblivious to my ironic look.
"Whatever flatters your genie pride." I smirked, opening the door and stepping inside before her, pushing the door back just enough so she could catch it and follow me.
"Wishbringer." She hissed at my back, letting the door close behind her. Twenty odd pairs of eyes watched us, taking in the sight of the new student curiously, and all wondering why in the world she was late with me. Miroku looked like his eyes were about to fall out of their sockets.
Never one to let herself be intimidated, Kagome breezed right by me and centered herself in the front of the room. "Hi!" She introduced herself cheerfully, making sure to direct her grin to both the students and the surprised teacher. "My name's Kagome Higurashi! I'm new here!" Honestly, was she born that perky, or did she somehow develop it on the way? Were Wishbringers even born? Maybe created was the right word. She gestured towards me. "I made him show me the way." She said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with her hand. "That's why we're both late."
The class just stared at her. They were probably wondering what planet she was from, and I had to hide a snicker. They had no idea. The teacher smiled back, amazingly, most likely taken in by Kagome's overly open attitude. "That's fine!" She motioned towards the seats. "Go ahead and sit anywhere you like. You can ask a student to fill you in on what we've been doing, or you can talk to me after class."
"Oh!" Kagome widened her eyes innocently. "I don't think that'll be necessary! I'm sure Inuyasha doesn't have a problem helping me out." If the other students had been shocked before now they were utterly stunned. I wasn't the most helpful guy, and she had already proven herself to be a little strange. I figured they all thought she was being overly confident, but then Kouga, one of the football players, spoke up.
"Inuyasha?" He asked, making it a question even though that was what she'd just said. "He's a punk. If you don't want to be completely lost you should let me help you." He flashed her one of the smiles the cheerleaders loved. "I don't mind, and you'll probably learn more that way."
Kouga didn't have anything against me. I knew that. He was just trying to impress a pretty girl, and if he had to put me down to do it, so what? I wasn't into anyone anyway, so it wasn't like he was hurting my chances or something. But Kagome was my Wishbringer. She wasn't just some dumb date for a Friday night. There was no way I was going to let Kouga steal her with his stupid smile and outdated lines. I opened my mouth to tell him to shove it, but Kagome lived up to her uncanny knack of interrupting me.
"Learn more?" I could practically see the wheels turning in her head over that phrase. She blinked, slowly. "Um, I think I'll be good actually. Inuyasha and I are old friends." She explained, with a little shrug that made her lie that much more believable. "And I'm pretty smart. I don't think I'll need anything more than what chapters we've read. Hopefully Inuyasha can handle that much." She finished with a smile directed at me, apparently forgetting we were in front of a class full of people hanging on to her every word.
We were old friends. Great. Miroku was just itching for me to hurry up and sit down next to him so he could pester me with questions. Kouga seemed taken aback by her answer too. Ha. He probably wasn't used to girls turning him down for anything. I was just glad she hadn't been taken in by him. Someone would have been hurt if I'd have lost my chances with Kikyo.
I took my usual seat, next to Miroku, and this time she sat behind me. The more I thought about it, the more I figured her excuse wasn't so bad. Being 'old friends' would explain why I was suddenly hanging out with a girl, and it might help dispel any rumors about a relationship between us. Friends could be platonic occasionally, but according to the rumor mill, strangers who hit it off never were.
I thought I felt her staring at the back of my head my head throughout class, but whenever I looked back at her she was paying attention to the board or writing furiously in her notebook. When class ended, she finished packing her bag before I did and stood next to my chair, waiting. "My word." She muttered. "Just what kind of a reputation do you have? Did you see the way everyone was staring at me?"
"I doubt the reason why they were staring at you had anything to do with me." I shot back. "No one normal walks in late and gives a mini presentation to everyone. Don't they teach you about socialization skills where you come from?"
"I always skipped that class." She smiled sweetly. "I think I'm perfectly capable of socializing, thank you very much. You're the one they stared at like a bully or something. Are you some kind of bad boy? Do you have a history I should know about?" She narrowed her eyes. "Did you kill someone?"
Someone had been watching way too many lifetime movies. "No." I glared. "They were staring at me because I'm cool. Do you know what that word means?" I asked sarcastically.
"Obviously nothing to do with modesty." She huffed. "Of course I know what it means! Do I look like some kind of idiot?" I would have answered, but my best friend chose that moment to introduce myself.
"Not at all." He smiled charmingly. I struggled to keep my breakfast down. "I think you look like a very smart, capable, attractive woman. I'm surprised Inuyasha knows someone like you."
She focused on him as if she was summing him up. "And I suppose Inuyasha only hangs out with stupid, irresponsible, and uh, unattractive people?" She asked, smiling politely.
"Generally." He moved to take one of her hands in his own. I watched with disgust.
Her smile widened. "Then I probably shouldn't be talking to you." Her voice was soft, delicate. "I don't want to be around people like that."
I choked. My hand flew to my mouth to keep me from bursting out laughing and making an idiot of myself while there were still people in the room. Miroku didn't make any noise, but his entire body froze for just a split second. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, unsure of how to respond.
She laughed, softly so as not to bring any more attention to herself, but it was a laugh, and it made both Miroku and I grin unconsciously. "I'm Kagome!" She introduced herself. "And I'm really not interested, but it was a nice try!" She offered, smiling disarmingly.
"That makes me feel so much better." He grinned ruefully. She stuck out her hand and he shook it. "Pleased to meet you anyway though." He said, looking her in the eye. "At the very least, you should make class interesting."
She laughed again, and scratched the back of her head with her right hand. "Believe it or not," She scrunched up her nose. "That's not the first time I've heard that."
"I believe it." I couldn't resist nodding. "But it probably wasn't meant in a good way." My mind went back to her previous owners, and the one who had been "hurt". "And you probably didn't spice things up in a good way either."
"Shut up." She smacked my arm. "I'm not listening to anything you say. It's never nice." She turned her attention back to Miroku. "I'm not listening to him." She said, her voice matter-of-fact.
"I knew you were smart."
Both of them ignored my glare. Why did I always get stuck being around the people who weren't afraid of me? It wasn't fair. I wanted people to lord over. The classroom was finally empty, and my mind changed its train of thought. Lunch was next, and it would be the first time I could show Kikyo to Kagome. I left the room, letting the two of them run to catch up.
WOOT! The end of another chapter! WAHOO!
I just wanted to let you know that YES. It IS possible for you to register yourself at a school without parents or whatever. Not saying that that's what Kagome did . . . BUT, it's possible. My mom did it. She came to the US from Romania when she was in Jr. High and she thought her teacher said she was supposed to be in high school and she changed schools herself, barely speaking any English. She registered for classes and everything! She'd been going there a week before the middle school called her house about her absents. Yeah. She was in trouble! Lol.
Are there any other questions you guys have? I can't remember. OH!
IMPORTANT: Yes! This is an Inuyasha and Kagome fic! Of course! I love the coupling! Sorry to any of you Kikyo fans (I was shocked that some ppl wanted that!) but my mind's set. I love Kagome! And she deserves Inuyasha! And they're so cute together!
Lemme know watcha think!!!! Feel free to be cruel, I can take it. Or be nice! Whatever floats ur boat!
Rogue Pryde.