A/N: Thanks for the reviews, minna! *smiles* Well, I'm not sure how long
this story is going to be, but I have many ideas for it so, I hope I don't
screw it up!
By the way, Kagome is very ooc at school, but she's actually herself in other parts of this story. That's just an fyi for you.
Disclaimer: Don't even ask. ~*~*~*~*~*It's All In the Game Of Love~*~*~*~*~*~
She gave me an odd look. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.' I thought too myself. Yes, I was arrogant, and over confident. Self esteem didn't seem to have limits for me. I figured, all the girls would kill to go out with me, making Kagome fall in love would be easy as pie right?
She then did something that completely shattered my thoughts.
She glared at me.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped outside, making sure to bump me in the process. "Hey yourself." She said coldly, before making her way into the parking lot.
I stood there in shock for a moment. 'This is going to be a problem.' I jogged up to her, 'might as well get this over with.'. "Hey." I told her, cutting off her beeline to the door.
Her eyes widened a fraction. Then, she looked from left to right, as if checking to see if I were really talking to her. I fought the urge to chuckle at her behavior.
I opened the door for her, "After you my lady." I told her, holding out an arm.
She gave me an odd look. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.' I thought too myself. Yes, I was arrogant, and over confident. Self esteem didn't seem to have limits for me. I figured, all the girls would kill to go out with me, making Kagome fall in love would be easy as pie right?
She then did something that completely shattered my thoughts.
She glared at me.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped outside, making sure to bump me in the process. "Hey yourself." She said coldly, before making her way into the parking lot.
I stood there in shock for a moment. 'This is going to be a problem.'
*~*~*~*~*~Chapter Two: The Exciting Activity~*~*~*~*~*~
Back in those days, my friends and I had a very... developed self- esteem. Maybe it was because all the girls wanted to date us, while all the guys simply looked up to us that did the trick. Whatever the reason, we thought we were high, celestial beings. I swear, one little prank and we would laugh like idiots, acting as if we were the kings of the world. But hey, it was high school.
We figured we were the best looking, wittiest, coolest humans on the face of the earth.
So, when some girl pretty much tells you to get lost, it creates quite a blow to one's self-esteem. Especially, when it was mine.
I watched her as she stalked away, her two braids flowing behind her as she walked. In all the time I had every known the girl, Kagome Higurashi never wore anything but two low pigtails of braids. To be honest, it was kind of cute, but you would think a girl with such long locks would do something different for a change.
I think that either I had started to really trust fortune cookies, or it was my mother's weird obsession of buying them that had finally got to me. But for some reason, I was remembering many fortune cookie shit that day.
'Friendship is the true way to one's heart.'
I hurried after her, slinging my backpack more securely on my shoulder. She was walking pretty damn fast, and was already quite far away from me. "Oi. It's rude to do that you know." I told her once I had caught up to the girl. I smiled smugly at her.
She however, hardly acknowledged me. She kept looking straight ahead as she proceeded to walk home. "How about a ride?" I asked her, remembering my car that was still parked in the lot.
She stopped for a moment, turning to me with powerful blue eyes. I had never noticed them before, but they weren't bad looking eyes. She wasn't a bad looking person. Now if only she did something other than avoid people and glare every waking moment of her life, she would really be something. But of course, Kagome Higurashi being normal and sociable was about as likely as the creation of Gigli 2.
She glared at me. "Look Sakata. You don't like me. I sure as hell hate you. So do both a favor and leave me alone." She growled.
Honestly, besides Sango, I didn't know girls could growl. It just didn't seem femininely possible.
"Whoa whoa whoa." I told her, waving my arms in front of her face. "Calm down won't ya?" I asked her, chuckling a bit. She glared at me for a moment longer before spinning around, her long braids slapping my face. With that, she continued on, quickening her pace.
But I was never one to back down. To me, this was just another challenge, which I accepted like all the others.
I jogged up to her once more. "SO. Where ya' goin'?" I asked her, now I was just being annoying, and I knew it. If the gentleman approach didn't work, might as well this.
Once again, she stopped and looked at me. "You do know don't you that stalking people is illegal right?" She asked coldly, glaring at me even harder.
"Oh do I know it, like all those girls at school. Geeze, pretty soon, I'll file for a restraining order." I told her arrogantly, acting like an idiot.
She gave me a look of pure disgust. "You really are an egotistic bastard." She stated, as if it were a known fact that had just been proved by some great science center.
By now, I had the real urge to smack some sense into this stubborn girl. 'Boys can't hit girls. Boys can't hit girls. Boys can't hit girls.' I told myself repeatedly.
She turned once more, giving me another nice smack herself with those damn braids of hers.
'Boys can hit bitches.'
I would have. I really, really would have.
However, as fate would have it, I didn't. Somehow, still to this day, I don't know how I stopped myself with that temper, but somehow, I restrained myself.
At least until she could turn around, this time, to face me. "Ok, what is it?" She demanded.
I looked at her with a confused face. "What?"
She rolled her eyes, ever so cutely...of course, I didn't think that at that time. Well, maybe I did, but was I about to admit something as far fetched as that?
OF COURSE NOT!
She was cute sure, but many girls were, and she was no different from the rest of the girls. There was really nothing besides her attitude that set her apart.
At least that's what I thought then.
But more of that later.
"What?" I asked again.
She rolled her eyes again, I laughed mentally as her face started reddening from exhaustion. "Never mind." She scoffed. She turned around, I back away before her braids could give me another nice smack.
She retreated away from me, muttering some incoherent things that to this day I haven't figured out.
Did she really think that she was going to escape?
No, no, no, not when Inuyasha Sakata wants more money for a new paintball gun. No siree.
I ran up to her, again cutting her off. She almost ran into me, but stopped abruptly, causing her to stumble back.
"What?" She asked loudly, once regaining her balance.
"Why, Higurashi, I'm hurt. After all these years, I'm still not allowed to say hello to an old friend." I told her, putting on my best puppy dog face.
She looked at me. For an instant, I thought I saw a flash of hurt streak through her eyes. Soon, it was replaced by anger once more. "Ok. Sakata, all these years have you once said hi to me?" She challenged.
I smiled at her, the most charming smile I could muster. "Many times." I said proudly.
For some reason, there was a silence.
"That's not-" But her voice quieted. "That's not what I mean, Sakata."
What was up with this girl?
She was so strange.
"Have you ever tried to talk to me?" She asked quietly.
She was very, very strange.
Still, I had to admit, she got me there.
"I..." Before I could stumble more on my words, her voice suddenly raised.
"I DIDN'T THINK SO! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yelled into my ears. It was then that she turned around, giving me the hardest she, and anyone for that matter, smack that braids have ever caused.
'I guess the whole friends thing didn't work.' I told myself dully, watching the girl scamper off.
~*~*~*~
The next day, I think that someone upstairs finally decided to help me out.
There's this class called Home Economics. It is truly a boring class, that is not required in most schools.
But, like I said, our High School was a niche of hell.
It. Was. Required. One hour of sewing. Cooking. Ironing. All that girly stuff.
I was reminded of something that SHOULD be on a fortune cookie.
'Men bring home the bacon. And women cook it.'
But, then again, nowadays, the women go to the store and buy the bacon.
Geeze, the age we lived in really wasn't on my side.
Thus this was NOT on a fortune cookie, and we still HAD to take the class.
But, since everyone was required, as fate would have it, the class was split, fifty-fifty, a perfect girl to boy ratio.
"Well class, we have an extra exciting activity for you all today." Ms. Kaori, our ever cheerful sensei said jovially. We all rolled our eyes. Honestly, she said this every single day.
So far, our extra exciting activities have ranged from sewing, all the way to the many different uses of salt.
We watched in "excitement" as our senile teacher grabbed two fish bowls full of paper.
Pulling out one paper from each, she called out to names which were apparently written on the scraps. "Houshi Miroku and Taija Sango." She smiled. "C'mon up."
As it turned out, the class really did have some meaning.
You see, for once, it really was a exciting activity. Okay, so most weren't exactly thrilled, but if it helped me win the JT Excellerator Paintball gun, I was up for the challenge.
(A/N: hahahahaha. There's this kid in my class who's obsessed with paintball guns. I was looking through his magazine and found a nice gun, he said it wasn't bad and that's the only gun that I remember the name of so there! Back to the story!)
Our project was something straight out of tv shows and movies. Yep, the old, take care of your new baby egg scenario. But there was a tiny, little twist. you had to be married, and report about your happy married life as if it were your ten year reunion. How authentic, and to think the same situation was on the show my little cousin was watching just the previous night.
How ironic, it seemed that Ms. Kaori had the same hairdo as that girl on the show... what was it? Leezzie McKurey or something like that.
Anyway, now I know where she got the exciting idea from.
Not very encouraging, our teachers get their ideas from kid's TV shows...
Anyway, I would tell you what happened, but I think that you might be able to figure the scenario out. Besides, it involved so much yelling...screaming...and stomping.
So, as the day progressed, I was getting some serious glares from Higurashi. I eyed her usual braids and decided not to approach her until she cooled down.
Which would probably be in a few years.
Finally, at lunch, the guys and I were having another one of our oh so very constructive conversations.
"I can shoot milk out of my nose further than that!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Squirt.
"EEEEEEEK!"
"Oh! Sorry!" I watched, slightly amused as one of the cheerleaders jumped in disgust before starting to wail loudly.
Immediately, kind hearted Miroku hurried to help her dry off the front of her uniform.
"Oi, Sakata." I turned to see a strained Kagome standing there, holding the little egg.
"Yes, sweetie?" I asked, smirking, sure I was walking on thin ice, but the way her face looked, as if straining just to speak to me was just priceless. After all, we were a married couple right?
Instead of daggers I intended to receive by her glare, she closed her eyes in obvious frustration. I could almost here her telling herself, 'Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.' Mentally in that twisted brain of hers.
Her face strained even more as she spoke again. "I. Wanted. To Know. If. You. Are. Going. To. Come. After. School. To. Work. On. The. project." She asked, just barely making out every word.
"Of course sweet heart." I told her, that arrogant smirk of mine really making it's way to her nerves.
She stalked off, once again muttering incoherent words.
'Oh, this is going to be fun.' I thought.
Well, let the games begin.
A/N: I know, pretty boring chapter. Sorry, and I didn't even answer all those questions.
*sighs*
Please review!
Please!
A koo koo kachoo!
Rock on dudes!
Next Chapter, Eggs are Supposed to Be Fried.
By the way, Kagome is very ooc at school, but she's actually herself in other parts of this story. That's just an fyi for you.
Disclaimer: Don't even ask. ~*~*~*~*~*It's All In the Game Of Love~*~*~*~*~*~
She gave me an odd look. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.' I thought too myself. Yes, I was arrogant, and over confident. Self esteem didn't seem to have limits for me. I figured, all the girls would kill to go out with me, making Kagome fall in love would be easy as pie right?
She then did something that completely shattered my thoughts.
She glared at me.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped outside, making sure to bump me in the process. "Hey yourself." She said coldly, before making her way into the parking lot.
I stood there in shock for a moment. 'This is going to be a problem.' I jogged up to her, 'might as well get this over with.'. "Hey." I told her, cutting off her beeline to the door.
Her eyes widened a fraction. Then, she looked from left to right, as if checking to see if I were really talking to her. I fought the urge to chuckle at her behavior.
I opened the door for her, "After you my lady." I told her, holding out an arm.
She gave me an odd look. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.' I thought too myself. Yes, I was arrogant, and over confident. Self esteem didn't seem to have limits for me. I figured, all the girls would kill to go out with me, making Kagome fall in love would be easy as pie right?
She then did something that completely shattered my thoughts.
She glared at me.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped outside, making sure to bump me in the process. "Hey yourself." She said coldly, before making her way into the parking lot.
I stood there in shock for a moment. 'This is going to be a problem.'
*~*~*~*~*~Chapter Two: The Exciting Activity~*~*~*~*~*~
Back in those days, my friends and I had a very... developed self- esteem. Maybe it was because all the girls wanted to date us, while all the guys simply looked up to us that did the trick. Whatever the reason, we thought we were high, celestial beings. I swear, one little prank and we would laugh like idiots, acting as if we were the kings of the world. But hey, it was high school.
We figured we were the best looking, wittiest, coolest humans on the face of the earth.
So, when some girl pretty much tells you to get lost, it creates quite a blow to one's self-esteem. Especially, when it was mine.
I watched her as she stalked away, her two braids flowing behind her as she walked. In all the time I had every known the girl, Kagome Higurashi never wore anything but two low pigtails of braids. To be honest, it was kind of cute, but you would think a girl with such long locks would do something different for a change.
I think that either I had started to really trust fortune cookies, or it was my mother's weird obsession of buying them that had finally got to me. But for some reason, I was remembering many fortune cookie shit that day.
'Friendship is the true way to one's heart.'
I hurried after her, slinging my backpack more securely on my shoulder. She was walking pretty damn fast, and was already quite far away from me. "Oi. It's rude to do that you know." I told her once I had caught up to the girl. I smiled smugly at her.
She however, hardly acknowledged me. She kept looking straight ahead as she proceeded to walk home. "How about a ride?" I asked her, remembering my car that was still parked in the lot.
She stopped for a moment, turning to me with powerful blue eyes. I had never noticed them before, but they weren't bad looking eyes. She wasn't a bad looking person. Now if only she did something other than avoid people and glare every waking moment of her life, she would really be something. But of course, Kagome Higurashi being normal and sociable was about as likely as the creation of Gigli 2.
She glared at me. "Look Sakata. You don't like me. I sure as hell hate you. So do both a favor and leave me alone." She growled.
Honestly, besides Sango, I didn't know girls could growl. It just didn't seem femininely possible.
"Whoa whoa whoa." I told her, waving my arms in front of her face. "Calm down won't ya?" I asked her, chuckling a bit. She glared at me for a moment longer before spinning around, her long braids slapping my face. With that, she continued on, quickening her pace.
But I was never one to back down. To me, this was just another challenge, which I accepted like all the others.
I jogged up to her once more. "SO. Where ya' goin'?" I asked her, now I was just being annoying, and I knew it. If the gentleman approach didn't work, might as well this.
Once again, she stopped and looked at me. "You do know don't you that stalking people is illegal right?" She asked coldly, glaring at me even harder.
"Oh do I know it, like all those girls at school. Geeze, pretty soon, I'll file for a restraining order." I told her arrogantly, acting like an idiot.
She gave me a look of pure disgust. "You really are an egotistic bastard." She stated, as if it were a known fact that had just been proved by some great science center.
By now, I had the real urge to smack some sense into this stubborn girl. 'Boys can't hit girls. Boys can't hit girls. Boys can't hit girls.' I told myself repeatedly.
She turned once more, giving me another nice smack herself with those damn braids of hers.
'Boys can hit bitches.'
I would have. I really, really would have.
However, as fate would have it, I didn't. Somehow, still to this day, I don't know how I stopped myself with that temper, but somehow, I restrained myself.
At least until she could turn around, this time, to face me. "Ok, what is it?" She demanded.
I looked at her with a confused face. "What?"
She rolled her eyes, ever so cutely...of course, I didn't think that at that time. Well, maybe I did, but was I about to admit something as far fetched as that?
OF COURSE NOT!
She was cute sure, but many girls were, and she was no different from the rest of the girls. There was really nothing besides her attitude that set her apart.
At least that's what I thought then.
But more of that later.
"What?" I asked again.
She rolled her eyes again, I laughed mentally as her face started reddening from exhaustion. "Never mind." She scoffed. She turned around, I back away before her braids could give me another nice smack.
She retreated away from me, muttering some incoherent things that to this day I haven't figured out.
Did she really think that she was going to escape?
No, no, no, not when Inuyasha Sakata wants more money for a new paintball gun. No siree.
I ran up to her, again cutting her off. She almost ran into me, but stopped abruptly, causing her to stumble back.
"What?" She asked loudly, once regaining her balance.
"Why, Higurashi, I'm hurt. After all these years, I'm still not allowed to say hello to an old friend." I told her, putting on my best puppy dog face.
She looked at me. For an instant, I thought I saw a flash of hurt streak through her eyes. Soon, it was replaced by anger once more. "Ok. Sakata, all these years have you once said hi to me?" She challenged.
I smiled at her, the most charming smile I could muster. "Many times." I said proudly.
For some reason, there was a silence.
"That's not-" But her voice quieted. "That's not what I mean, Sakata."
What was up with this girl?
She was so strange.
"Have you ever tried to talk to me?" She asked quietly.
She was very, very strange.
Still, I had to admit, she got me there.
"I..." Before I could stumble more on my words, her voice suddenly raised.
"I DIDN'T THINK SO! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yelled into my ears. It was then that she turned around, giving me the hardest she, and anyone for that matter, smack that braids have ever caused.
'I guess the whole friends thing didn't work.' I told myself dully, watching the girl scamper off.
~*~*~*~
The next day, I think that someone upstairs finally decided to help me out.
There's this class called Home Economics. It is truly a boring class, that is not required in most schools.
But, like I said, our High School was a niche of hell.
It. Was. Required. One hour of sewing. Cooking. Ironing. All that girly stuff.
I was reminded of something that SHOULD be on a fortune cookie.
'Men bring home the bacon. And women cook it.'
But, then again, nowadays, the women go to the store and buy the bacon.
Geeze, the age we lived in really wasn't on my side.
Thus this was NOT on a fortune cookie, and we still HAD to take the class.
But, since everyone was required, as fate would have it, the class was split, fifty-fifty, a perfect girl to boy ratio.
"Well class, we have an extra exciting activity for you all today." Ms. Kaori, our ever cheerful sensei said jovially. We all rolled our eyes. Honestly, she said this every single day.
So far, our extra exciting activities have ranged from sewing, all the way to the many different uses of salt.
We watched in "excitement" as our senile teacher grabbed two fish bowls full of paper.
Pulling out one paper from each, she called out to names which were apparently written on the scraps. "Houshi Miroku and Taija Sango." She smiled. "C'mon up."
As it turned out, the class really did have some meaning.
You see, for once, it really was a exciting activity. Okay, so most weren't exactly thrilled, but if it helped me win the JT Excellerator Paintball gun, I was up for the challenge.
(A/N: hahahahaha. There's this kid in my class who's obsessed with paintball guns. I was looking through his magazine and found a nice gun, he said it wasn't bad and that's the only gun that I remember the name of so there! Back to the story!)
Our project was something straight out of tv shows and movies. Yep, the old, take care of your new baby egg scenario. But there was a tiny, little twist. you had to be married, and report about your happy married life as if it were your ten year reunion. How authentic, and to think the same situation was on the show my little cousin was watching just the previous night.
How ironic, it seemed that Ms. Kaori had the same hairdo as that girl on the show... what was it? Leezzie McKurey or something like that.
Anyway, now I know where she got the exciting idea from.
Not very encouraging, our teachers get their ideas from kid's TV shows...
Anyway, I would tell you what happened, but I think that you might be able to figure the scenario out. Besides, it involved so much yelling...screaming...and stomping.
So, as the day progressed, I was getting some serious glares from Higurashi. I eyed her usual braids and decided not to approach her until she cooled down.
Which would probably be in a few years.
Finally, at lunch, the guys and I were having another one of our oh so very constructive conversations.
"I can shoot milk out of my nose further than that!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Squirt.
"EEEEEEEK!"
"Oh! Sorry!" I watched, slightly amused as one of the cheerleaders jumped in disgust before starting to wail loudly.
Immediately, kind hearted Miroku hurried to help her dry off the front of her uniform.
"Oi, Sakata." I turned to see a strained Kagome standing there, holding the little egg.
"Yes, sweetie?" I asked, smirking, sure I was walking on thin ice, but the way her face looked, as if straining just to speak to me was just priceless. After all, we were a married couple right?
Instead of daggers I intended to receive by her glare, she closed her eyes in obvious frustration. I could almost here her telling herself, 'Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.' Mentally in that twisted brain of hers.
Her face strained even more as she spoke again. "I. Wanted. To Know. If. You. Are. Going. To. Come. After. School. To. Work. On. The. project." She asked, just barely making out every word.
"Of course sweet heart." I told her, that arrogant smirk of mine really making it's way to her nerves.
She stalked off, once again muttering incoherent words.
'Oh, this is going to be fun.' I thought.
Well, let the games begin.
A/N: I know, pretty boring chapter. Sorry, and I didn't even answer all those questions.
*sighs*
Please review!
Please!
A koo koo kachoo!
Rock on dudes!
Next Chapter, Eggs are Supposed to Be Fried.