Deviant Variations
Chapter Two: Peach
If Kagura knew such a concept as divine and uninterrupted peace, this far off idea would exist in her room. Contrary to popular belief, she did not hold secret Atomic Communist meetings and knew no Russians or Chinese. The walls in Kagura's sanctuary weren't even a shade near red. Instead of a vibrant red paint on the walls she had a multi-toned blue that seemed to mirror a tropical sea. She did not have portraits of long dead leaders of the U.S.S.R; Kagura however had some modern art, and little else adorning the sea-like impression of her walls.
In this sanctuary, Kagura sat on her full-size bed. The sheets were disheveled because Kagura saw no need to make her bed that morning. A black phone sat on the corresponding side-table, but Kagura never had the social calendar to actually use the phone and like many other things in her room, it took up space. A dated computer sat on an unused oak desk, and although Kagura knew her brother possessed the best technology she felt no bitterness about being second best. Kagura sunk gratefully in her soft mattress, and closed her eyes in blissful joy.
"Sis!" Naraku exclaimed, barging rudely into Kagura's room. She opened one eye and peered through it to see her brothers begging face.
"What..." Kagura responded angrily, and sat up against the wall.
"Got any money, Kanna don't have any." Naraku stated as he opened one of Kagura's desk drawers and ruffled through papers.
"You asked our thirteen year old little sister for money. What happened? Already sucked mom and dad dry." Kagura retorted, having no desire to give her brother any of her saved money.
"Nice Kagura. Whatever happened to respecting family." Naraku said absently, as he went through a second drawer. "Ahhh, here's the little devil. Shit Kagura, you're loaded. What do you do, not spend money?" Naraku added as he went through Kagura's plain, brown wallet.
"No, its extremely cheap to house banished KGB members. I even make a few bucks off it. You'd be surprised." Kagura snapped, knowing she could do nothing to stop Naraku's greedy hands.
"Thanks for the loan, Sis, you're a peach." Naraku responded patronizingly, as he pinched Kagura's cheek and gave her the spoiled wallet.
"You're not welcome." Kagura remarked underneath her breath, and counted how much Naraku had stolen from her. Watching Naraku leave her room in all his pathetic arrogance she wondered what his severed head would look like on a lance.
Kagura prodded a metal-pronged item, also called a fork, at what she hoped was Martha Stewart's Spicy Home Style Meatloaf. Regardless of her doubts as to what the dinner she was about to consume actually was; skipping lunch proved to be the best part of this meal.
'I guess this really proves it, hunger is the best spice...' she thought quietly as she forced down the normally inedible food. Her mother smiled, and asked,
"What do you think of the meatloaf everyone? I got it out of Martha Stewart Living. Can you believe this recipe was all the way in the back!"
"Sure as hell can, ma! It tastes worse that what you made last night. Hah!" Naraku added as he piled gross amounts of ketchup on his plate. Mrs. Kagewaki did not respond, and asked Kagura who simply shrugged her shoulders.
"Kanna, what do you think of this meat loaf?" Mrs. Kagewaki asked her quiet and orderly thirteen-year-old daughter.
"I think it tastes very good mother." Kanna responded stiffly, avoiding getting any of her food mixed together.
"Thank you Kanna. I'm sorry your father isn't here, he's still on business in California." Mrs. Kagewaki said while putting some caramelized onion and green beans on her plate. Unnerving silence drove Mrs. Kagewaki to speak again, "So, did anything notable happen in school today?" She asked her three children, hoping someone besides Naraku answered.
"Yeah, Naraku crashed his car." Kanna tattled and then took another slow bite of 'meatloaf'.
"He did? Naraku, you know I told you to be careful." Mrs. Kagewaki criticized.
"Sorry Ma, I didn't mean to—"Naraku began to plead when Kagura cut him off,
"Of course you didn't, you just rear-ended someone at 30 mph."
"It wasn't thirty, and it was his fault." Naraku added.
"Naraku, you know that its always your fault if you rear-end the person." Mrs. Kagewaki chided. "I hope for your sake the car wasn't new." She added, taking a sip of red wine.
"Looks like your screwed Naraku." Kanna noted cheerfully, and Mrs. Kagewaki whipped her head to Kanna and exclaimed,
"Where on Earth did you learn to use that word!" Kanna giggled and Kagura added sarcastically,
"I wouldn't be overly surprised if Naraku taught her." Mrs. Kagewaki glared at Kagura and reprimanded,
"I've had enough of your sarcasm Kagura." She then turned to Naraku and demanded,
"Did you teach her that?" Naraku looked shocked and set his fork down,
"Ma! That's not fair! "He stated proudly, and glared at his sister Kagura, who bore a devious smirk.
"May I be excused?" Kagura asked, and left the table before hearing the answer. She walked up to her room, suddenly weary of her family.
What the school staff and administrators defined as the 'Alvito Spirit' of friendship, good morals, and rich tradition only seemed to appear when an athletic team boarded an expensive bus and traversed to a State Championship Tournament. Kagura was perfectly aware of this failure to define Bishop Alvito High School, and learned to despise the institution from the day she walked through the double doors. This hatred earned Kagura many less than savory names such as Freak of Nature, the ever-popular Atomic Communist, but the one name she loathed was 'peach'. Only Naraku, and his close friends called her that, but even that was enough to harden her eyes and ears to the harshness of the world.
By Kagura's sophomore year, her voice varied little from bitter sarcasm and her eyes were unfeeling and cold to the world. She had learned, in that formative first year of high school, to hate the world, herself, and everyone else. Those are the lessons that are bound to stick around long after all the other one's have faded into disuse. Impassive to the world outside of her sanctuary, Kagura watched another night pass slowly into day.
A day later in high school, years later fades into oblivion, but the raw emotion of the combined days remain forever implanted and form lasting impressions. Sesshoumaru wished that this process would skip every step between a day later and changed directly to years later. Forty-five minutes before school officially began the halls were silent as a void, and Sesshoumaru knelt at his locker. Kikyo's sad eyes that drew unnatural pity, the sound of his car being rear-ended by Naraku, and the potential failure of another quarter Physics project flowed through Sesshoumaru veins like a lethal injection. When Sesshoumaru felt the full throttle of the injection the main cause of his problems arrived at his locker.
"How's it hanging." Naraku dully said, obviously tired from whatever he did after-hours. Sesshoumaru simply nodded and returned to organizing his locker for the day.
"I thought you only came to school five minutes late Naraku." Sesshoumaru commented, pulling out his AP Calculus II binder out of his locker.
"Very funny. That freaky sister of mine got another detention." Naraku bitterly added, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh. Now that I have your attention Naraku, I drew some potential designs for the egg drop. Any ideas?" Sesshoumaru stated during yawns and handed Naraku several blue prints. Quickly glancing through them Naraku nodded and said in response,
"Their fine." Sesshoumaru grabbed the blueprints from Naraku and put them in his physics notebook. Although he was slightly disappointed by Naraku's answer Sesshoumaru thought,
'How much can you expect from a guy who has lost most his brain cells from the wrestling mat and his private stock?' Sesshoumaru stood quickly, shut his locker, and left to see Mr. Katsui.
Kagura sat at an ancient desk serving her latest detention. Mr. Katsui, the vice principal and gung-ho cross-country coach regarded her as a regular for the morning detention. He glared at Kagura, and asked,
"What did you do? The usual?" Kagura disrespectfully refused to acknowledge her captor and Mr. Katsui sighed hoping one day he could actually get to know someone who is in his office so often. Since sleep was not allowed during detention, Kagura opened up Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and immersed herself in the world of nineteenth century England.
Just then, Sesshoumaru walked into the detention office, holding his exemption sheet at ready. He briefly noticed Kagura, the sophomore known as Atomic Communist and Freak of Nature, this observance was short and her solitary image would not form a large impression on his mind after this visit.
"Mr. Katsui, may I please speak with you?" Sesshoumaru asked.
"Sure thing." Mr. Katsui replied. Sesshoumaru handed Mr. Katsui his yellow exemption sheet and asked,
"Would you please sign this exemption sheet, sir?" Grabbing the yellow sheet, Mr. Katsui looked over it and then added his signature to the bottom.
"You're free." Mr. Katsui said with a smile, and Sesshoumaru thanked him graciously,
"Thank you Mr. Katsui." Leaving the small and crowded detention office, Sesshoumaru looked back quickly and saw Kagura's eyes raised from her book and looking in his direction. Yet, as usual, Kagura diverted her eyes when she noticed Sesshoumaru looking back at her. Sesshoumaru inaudibly sighed, and walked toward Senior Hallway.
Kagura remained engrossed in her book, taken away by the misfortunate events of the main character, Jane Eyre when Mr. Katsui tried to speak to her again.
"Miss Kagewaki?" He said, hoping not to startle her, and when she failed to notice him he added louder, "Miss Kagewaki?" She still seemed deaf to his call, and continued to space out. Mr. Katsui was growing slowly irritated, and stated Kagura's name, this time more sternly, "Miss Kagewaki!" Casually, Kagura looked up from her book and responded,
"Yes..." Finally glad he had gotten the girl's attention, Mr. Katsui said with a sigh of relief,
"You can leave now, I think you've served your turn." Kagura nodded, comprehending Mr. Katsui, and walked out silently after placing her books back in her bag.
Sesshoumaru slowly felt the strain of his AP Calculus II exam during first period, and decided to seclude the privacy of the barely used library. He sat down next to his friend, Ryoske Jaken.
"You're here early." Jaken said quietly, morning quite not caught up with him yet.
"I am." Sesshoumaru replied simply, and opened up the Calculus II book and his equally organized notebook.
"Oh, is that for the AP test today?" Jaken asked anxiously, admiring his friend's perseverance.
"Yes." Sesshoumaru stated, and coughed hoping Jaken would not add anything to his last reply.
"I think you're insane myself. I could never take AP Calc II! You definitely deserve to be the Valedictorian. "Jaken responded with certain admiration, and looked through his planner.
"Thank you." Sesshoumaru politely said, while internally kicking himself in the head.
"Welcome buddy! What is—"Jaken began but was cut off by Sesshoumaru who snapped calmly,
"Yes, I have a big test today for a very difficult class and I know I'm the Valedictorian. But if I want to remain in that position I'll need to pass this test which I can't very well do while you are talking." Jaken, needless to say, was silenced by this unseen threat, and continued to look through his planner.
Loudly, several giggling girls entered the once-quiet library.
"Omigod Sango, you can't be serious! You and Miroku are together!" Higurashi Kagome exclaimed as she set her books down on the table.
"Yeah, it's really exciting! He's such a nice guy too! How are you and Inuyasha doing? Are you guys a thing yet?" Taji-ya Sango asked, staring Kagome directly in the eyes. Kagome blushed and said uncertainly,
"Well, I think so..."
"You think so..." Sango added with mild amusement, and set her books down as well. Kagome giggled obnoxiously again.
"Would you two please be quiet! Sesshoumaru is studying for his test next period!" Jaken demanded, depending upon his seniority rather than his strength. Sesshoumaru sighed audibly as the Kagome continued giggling unintelligibly. Sango elbowed Kagome, who suddenly stopped making any noise all together and Jaken walked away in triumph. Kagome and Sango exchanged excited whispers, and did not appear to bother anyone.
Kikyo walked into the building, adjusted her shorts hoping they would appear to comply with dress code regulations. Brushing her hand, adorning carefully manicured nails through her long black hair. She heaved a sigh, and Kikyo's eyes spied carefully through the corridor to her locker in the nearby Senior Hall. She observed Naraku's smug and arrogant face awaiting her, and cursed silently,
"He's here early, usually I get a break from him..." Making her way towards her locker, decorated with outdated insignia from the Dance Team.
"You're here early." Kikyo said sarcastically and set her book bag down. Naraku nodded and said something incoherent to Kikyo's ears. Mentally, Kikyo foddered through her schedule, and sorted her books likewise. Having her books for first period ready, Kikyo rose from her kneeling position. She found Naraku had his arm anchored around both Kikyo and her locker.
"Everyone seems to be saying that today. Couldn't you sound more excited to see me?" Naraku said with a smug smile, and looked suggestively at Kikyo.
"Sorry, it's a bit early to muster that kind of excitement." Kikyo retorted quickly and waited for Naraku to release her.
"It's OK babe." Naraku accepted Kikyo's apology, and also removed his arm from her.
"So, you're gonna have a party this weekend, right?" Kikyo hopefully asked, intertwining her fingers with Naraku's.
"It's a possibility. It all depends if my dad's back in town or not." Naraku explained.
"Good, I love your parties! But this next one promise to invite Sesshoumaru, OK?" Kikyo skillfully prodded, smiling coyly at Naraku.
"Why him? He's so dull." Naraku exclaimed to Kikyo, as they neared the library.
"I'm sure he wouldn't be if you gave him the chance." Kikyo added sheepishly.
"Wait. Babe, why do you care? You're always drunk anyways, you wouldn't know the difference." Naraku asked, suddenly suspicious of Kikyo.
"Here I thought I was going to get support from you for corrupting yet another student. Seriously though, he hasn't been to a single party, he needs at least one under his belt." Kikyo said, drawing closer to Naraku and laying her hands flirtatiously on his powerful abs. Naraku briefly encircled his strong arms around Kikyo and gave her a tiny peck on the lips.
"Fine Babe, you convinced me. I'll invite him. He needs some deviant variations in his life anyway." Naraku said, finally breaking under Kikyo's seduction. He grinned triumphantly; somehow thinking the entire thing was his idea. Kikyo secretly grinned, and complimented her own abilities.
End Chapter Two.
Rissi's ramblings:
Ahhh...Can you smell the thickening plot? Smells good, of herbs and stewed rabbit (Tolkien Joke). Heh Heh. So passes another difficult chapter of this beautiful, and deviant from the typical Rissi fiction; Kind of refreshing really. Well enough of my incoherent words. Lets get to those thank you notes!
HSSU: I thank you for your most gracious compliments, and I'm sure Zero does too! You are a wonderful fan, and any chapter without your review is an incomplete chapter!
Izayoi: Your review is appreciated and did you know? Our birthday is the same day!
Miristar: Thank you! And here, is another chapter for you to judge as pollution or fresh air.
Jilli-chan and Sam: Thanks I'm glad you think the fiction is interesting. May it catch your eye(s) many times more.
Migele: Here's your Kagura! And enjoy it too! (j.k) Really, enjoy the chapter.
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Ciao for now!
Chapter Two: Peach
If Kagura knew such a concept as divine and uninterrupted peace, this far off idea would exist in her room. Contrary to popular belief, she did not hold secret Atomic Communist meetings and knew no Russians or Chinese. The walls in Kagura's sanctuary weren't even a shade near red. Instead of a vibrant red paint on the walls she had a multi-toned blue that seemed to mirror a tropical sea. She did not have portraits of long dead leaders of the U.S.S.R; Kagura however had some modern art, and little else adorning the sea-like impression of her walls.
In this sanctuary, Kagura sat on her full-size bed. The sheets were disheveled because Kagura saw no need to make her bed that morning. A black phone sat on the corresponding side-table, but Kagura never had the social calendar to actually use the phone and like many other things in her room, it took up space. A dated computer sat on an unused oak desk, and although Kagura knew her brother possessed the best technology she felt no bitterness about being second best. Kagura sunk gratefully in her soft mattress, and closed her eyes in blissful joy.
"Sis!" Naraku exclaimed, barging rudely into Kagura's room. She opened one eye and peered through it to see her brothers begging face.
"What..." Kagura responded angrily, and sat up against the wall.
"Got any money, Kanna don't have any." Naraku stated as he opened one of Kagura's desk drawers and ruffled through papers.
"You asked our thirteen year old little sister for money. What happened? Already sucked mom and dad dry." Kagura retorted, having no desire to give her brother any of her saved money.
"Nice Kagura. Whatever happened to respecting family." Naraku said absently, as he went through a second drawer. "Ahhh, here's the little devil. Shit Kagura, you're loaded. What do you do, not spend money?" Naraku added as he went through Kagura's plain, brown wallet.
"No, its extremely cheap to house banished KGB members. I even make a few bucks off it. You'd be surprised." Kagura snapped, knowing she could do nothing to stop Naraku's greedy hands.
"Thanks for the loan, Sis, you're a peach." Naraku responded patronizingly, as he pinched Kagura's cheek and gave her the spoiled wallet.
"You're not welcome." Kagura remarked underneath her breath, and counted how much Naraku had stolen from her. Watching Naraku leave her room in all his pathetic arrogance she wondered what his severed head would look like on a lance.
Kagura prodded a metal-pronged item, also called a fork, at what she hoped was Martha Stewart's Spicy Home Style Meatloaf. Regardless of her doubts as to what the dinner she was about to consume actually was; skipping lunch proved to be the best part of this meal.
'I guess this really proves it, hunger is the best spice...' she thought quietly as she forced down the normally inedible food. Her mother smiled, and asked,
"What do you think of the meatloaf everyone? I got it out of Martha Stewart Living. Can you believe this recipe was all the way in the back!"
"Sure as hell can, ma! It tastes worse that what you made last night. Hah!" Naraku added as he piled gross amounts of ketchup on his plate. Mrs. Kagewaki did not respond, and asked Kagura who simply shrugged her shoulders.
"Kanna, what do you think of this meat loaf?" Mrs. Kagewaki asked her quiet and orderly thirteen-year-old daughter.
"I think it tastes very good mother." Kanna responded stiffly, avoiding getting any of her food mixed together.
"Thank you Kanna. I'm sorry your father isn't here, he's still on business in California." Mrs. Kagewaki said while putting some caramelized onion and green beans on her plate. Unnerving silence drove Mrs. Kagewaki to speak again, "So, did anything notable happen in school today?" She asked her three children, hoping someone besides Naraku answered.
"Yeah, Naraku crashed his car." Kanna tattled and then took another slow bite of 'meatloaf'.
"He did? Naraku, you know I told you to be careful." Mrs. Kagewaki criticized.
"Sorry Ma, I didn't mean to—"Naraku began to plead when Kagura cut him off,
"Of course you didn't, you just rear-ended someone at 30 mph."
"It wasn't thirty, and it was his fault." Naraku added.
"Naraku, you know that its always your fault if you rear-end the person." Mrs. Kagewaki chided. "I hope for your sake the car wasn't new." She added, taking a sip of red wine.
"Looks like your screwed Naraku." Kanna noted cheerfully, and Mrs. Kagewaki whipped her head to Kanna and exclaimed,
"Where on Earth did you learn to use that word!" Kanna giggled and Kagura added sarcastically,
"I wouldn't be overly surprised if Naraku taught her." Mrs. Kagewaki glared at Kagura and reprimanded,
"I've had enough of your sarcasm Kagura." She then turned to Naraku and demanded,
"Did you teach her that?" Naraku looked shocked and set his fork down,
"Ma! That's not fair! "He stated proudly, and glared at his sister Kagura, who bore a devious smirk.
"May I be excused?" Kagura asked, and left the table before hearing the answer. She walked up to her room, suddenly weary of her family.
What the school staff and administrators defined as the 'Alvito Spirit' of friendship, good morals, and rich tradition only seemed to appear when an athletic team boarded an expensive bus and traversed to a State Championship Tournament. Kagura was perfectly aware of this failure to define Bishop Alvito High School, and learned to despise the institution from the day she walked through the double doors. This hatred earned Kagura many less than savory names such as Freak of Nature, the ever-popular Atomic Communist, but the one name she loathed was 'peach'. Only Naraku, and his close friends called her that, but even that was enough to harden her eyes and ears to the harshness of the world.
By Kagura's sophomore year, her voice varied little from bitter sarcasm and her eyes were unfeeling and cold to the world. She had learned, in that formative first year of high school, to hate the world, herself, and everyone else. Those are the lessons that are bound to stick around long after all the other one's have faded into disuse. Impassive to the world outside of her sanctuary, Kagura watched another night pass slowly into day.
A day later in high school, years later fades into oblivion, but the raw emotion of the combined days remain forever implanted and form lasting impressions. Sesshoumaru wished that this process would skip every step between a day later and changed directly to years later. Forty-five minutes before school officially began the halls were silent as a void, and Sesshoumaru knelt at his locker. Kikyo's sad eyes that drew unnatural pity, the sound of his car being rear-ended by Naraku, and the potential failure of another quarter Physics project flowed through Sesshoumaru veins like a lethal injection. When Sesshoumaru felt the full throttle of the injection the main cause of his problems arrived at his locker.
"How's it hanging." Naraku dully said, obviously tired from whatever he did after-hours. Sesshoumaru simply nodded and returned to organizing his locker for the day.
"I thought you only came to school five minutes late Naraku." Sesshoumaru commented, pulling out his AP Calculus II binder out of his locker.
"Very funny. That freaky sister of mine got another detention." Naraku bitterly added, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh. Now that I have your attention Naraku, I drew some potential designs for the egg drop. Any ideas?" Sesshoumaru stated during yawns and handed Naraku several blue prints. Quickly glancing through them Naraku nodded and said in response,
"Their fine." Sesshoumaru grabbed the blueprints from Naraku and put them in his physics notebook. Although he was slightly disappointed by Naraku's answer Sesshoumaru thought,
'How much can you expect from a guy who has lost most his brain cells from the wrestling mat and his private stock?' Sesshoumaru stood quickly, shut his locker, and left to see Mr. Katsui.
Kagura sat at an ancient desk serving her latest detention. Mr. Katsui, the vice principal and gung-ho cross-country coach regarded her as a regular for the morning detention. He glared at Kagura, and asked,
"What did you do? The usual?" Kagura disrespectfully refused to acknowledge her captor and Mr. Katsui sighed hoping one day he could actually get to know someone who is in his office so often. Since sleep was not allowed during detention, Kagura opened up Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and immersed herself in the world of nineteenth century England.
Just then, Sesshoumaru walked into the detention office, holding his exemption sheet at ready. He briefly noticed Kagura, the sophomore known as Atomic Communist and Freak of Nature, this observance was short and her solitary image would not form a large impression on his mind after this visit.
"Mr. Katsui, may I please speak with you?" Sesshoumaru asked.
"Sure thing." Mr. Katsui replied. Sesshoumaru handed Mr. Katsui his yellow exemption sheet and asked,
"Would you please sign this exemption sheet, sir?" Grabbing the yellow sheet, Mr. Katsui looked over it and then added his signature to the bottom.
"You're free." Mr. Katsui said with a smile, and Sesshoumaru thanked him graciously,
"Thank you Mr. Katsui." Leaving the small and crowded detention office, Sesshoumaru looked back quickly and saw Kagura's eyes raised from her book and looking in his direction. Yet, as usual, Kagura diverted her eyes when she noticed Sesshoumaru looking back at her. Sesshoumaru inaudibly sighed, and walked toward Senior Hallway.
Kagura remained engrossed in her book, taken away by the misfortunate events of the main character, Jane Eyre when Mr. Katsui tried to speak to her again.
"Miss Kagewaki?" He said, hoping not to startle her, and when she failed to notice him he added louder, "Miss Kagewaki?" She still seemed deaf to his call, and continued to space out. Mr. Katsui was growing slowly irritated, and stated Kagura's name, this time more sternly, "Miss Kagewaki!" Casually, Kagura looked up from her book and responded,
"Yes..." Finally glad he had gotten the girl's attention, Mr. Katsui said with a sigh of relief,
"You can leave now, I think you've served your turn." Kagura nodded, comprehending Mr. Katsui, and walked out silently after placing her books back in her bag.
Sesshoumaru slowly felt the strain of his AP Calculus II exam during first period, and decided to seclude the privacy of the barely used library. He sat down next to his friend, Ryoske Jaken.
"You're here early." Jaken said quietly, morning quite not caught up with him yet.
"I am." Sesshoumaru replied simply, and opened up the Calculus II book and his equally organized notebook.
"Oh, is that for the AP test today?" Jaken asked anxiously, admiring his friend's perseverance.
"Yes." Sesshoumaru stated, and coughed hoping Jaken would not add anything to his last reply.
"I think you're insane myself. I could never take AP Calc II! You definitely deserve to be the Valedictorian. "Jaken responded with certain admiration, and looked through his planner.
"Thank you." Sesshoumaru politely said, while internally kicking himself in the head.
"Welcome buddy! What is—"Jaken began but was cut off by Sesshoumaru who snapped calmly,
"Yes, I have a big test today for a very difficult class and I know I'm the Valedictorian. But if I want to remain in that position I'll need to pass this test which I can't very well do while you are talking." Jaken, needless to say, was silenced by this unseen threat, and continued to look through his planner.
Loudly, several giggling girls entered the once-quiet library.
"Omigod Sango, you can't be serious! You and Miroku are together!" Higurashi Kagome exclaimed as she set her books down on the table.
"Yeah, it's really exciting! He's such a nice guy too! How are you and Inuyasha doing? Are you guys a thing yet?" Taji-ya Sango asked, staring Kagome directly in the eyes. Kagome blushed and said uncertainly,
"Well, I think so..."
"You think so..." Sango added with mild amusement, and set her books down as well. Kagome giggled obnoxiously again.
"Would you two please be quiet! Sesshoumaru is studying for his test next period!" Jaken demanded, depending upon his seniority rather than his strength. Sesshoumaru sighed audibly as the Kagome continued giggling unintelligibly. Sango elbowed Kagome, who suddenly stopped making any noise all together and Jaken walked away in triumph. Kagome and Sango exchanged excited whispers, and did not appear to bother anyone.
Kikyo walked into the building, adjusted her shorts hoping they would appear to comply with dress code regulations. Brushing her hand, adorning carefully manicured nails through her long black hair. She heaved a sigh, and Kikyo's eyes spied carefully through the corridor to her locker in the nearby Senior Hall. She observed Naraku's smug and arrogant face awaiting her, and cursed silently,
"He's here early, usually I get a break from him..." Making her way towards her locker, decorated with outdated insignia from the Dance Team.
"You're here early." Kikyo said sarcastically and set her book bag down. Naraku nodded and said something incoherent to Kikyo's ears. Mentally, Kikyo foddered through her schedule, and sorted her books likewise. Having her books for first period ready, Kikyo rose from her kneeling position. She found Naraku had his arm anchored around both Kikyo and her locker.
"Everyone seems to be saying that today. Couldn't you sound more excited to see me?" Naraku said with a smug smile, and looked suggestively at Kikyo.
"Sorry, it's a bit early to muster that kind of excitement." Kikyo retorted quickly and waited for Naraku to release her.
"It's OK babe." Naraku accepted Kikyo's apology, and also removed his arm from her.
"So, you're gonna have a party this weekend, right?" Kikyo hopefully asked, intertwining her fingers with Naraku's.
"It's a possibility. It all depends if my dad's back in town or not." Naraku explained.
"Good, I love your parties! But this next one promise to invite Sesshoumaru, OK?" Kikyo skillfully prodded, smiling coyly at Naraku.
"Why him? He's so dull." Naraku exclaimed to Kikyo, as they neared the library.
"I'm sure he wouldn't be if you gave him the chance." Kikyo added sheepishly.
"Wait. Babe, why do you care? You're always drunk anyways, you wouldn't know the difference." Naraku asked, suddenly suspicious of Kikyo.
"Here I thought I was going to get support from you for corrupting yet another student. Seriously though, he hasn't been to a single party, he needs at least one under his belt." Kikyo said, drawing closer to Naraku and laying her hands flirtatiously on his powerful abs. Naraku briefly encircled his strong arms around Kikyo and gave her a tiny peck on the lips.
"Fine Babe, you convinced me. I'll invite him. He needs some deviant variations in his life anyway." Naraku said, finally breaking under Kikyo's seduction. He grinned triumphantly; somehow thinking the entire thing was his idea. Kikyo secretly grinned, and complimented her own abilities.
End Chapter Two.
Rissi's ramblings:
Ahhh...Can you smell the thickening plot? Smells good, of herbs and stewed rabbit (Tolkien Joke). Heh Heh. So passes another difficult chapter of this beautiful, and deviant from the typical Rissi fiction; Kind of refreshing really. Well enough of my incoherent words. Lets get to those thank you notes!
HSSU: I thank you for your most gracious compliments, and I'm sure Zero does too! You are a wonderful fan, and any chapter without your review is an incomplete chapter!
Izayoi: Your review is appreciated and did you know? Our birthday is the same day!
Miristar: Thank you! And here, is another chapter for you to judge as pollution or fresh air.
Jilli-chan and Sam: Thanks I'm glad you think the fiction is interesting. May it catch your eye(s) many times more.
Migele: Here's your Kagura! And enjoy it too! (j.k) Really, enjoy the chapter.
Kagome Goddess of Light: I'm glad you like it! And I can't wait for you to enjoy future chapters.
Zero27: You are a true friend, and as usual I appreciate your reviews! Enjoy this next chapter!
Ciao for now!