"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO LEAVE?" Inu Yasha yelled, clearly pissed off at the poor miko.
"It's called a test, Inu Yasha." Kagome stated flatly. "And I'm failing math as it is. I gave up my entire social life to help you collect the jewel shards. Now you can at least let me leave for 3 days."
"What, you like these tests that much?" He huffed, crossing his arms, glaring at her.
"I can't believe you!! Three days, three days, that's all I'm asking. After this, school is out for the summer. That means I can stay here for 3 months without having to go home." She yelled at the hanyou. "How about this: I go home, and on the third day that I'm gone, you can come get me."
Inu Yasha looked at her, contemplating her truce. "Fine. Go. I'll be back to get you in three days."
"Thanks." She said sarcastically. "Oh, and there's something else as well."
"What now?"
"Sit."
-------------------------Three Days Later-------------------------------
"Finally," Kagome flopped down on her bed. "Testing is over." She sighed and snuggled into her pillow. Pulling all niters for three days straight was exhausting, and she deserved a long nap.
"KAGOME!"
"Shit..." she mumbled, rolling over. She jammed her pillow over her head. "Not now, Inu Yasha..." she murmured.
"Come on, Kagome." He jumped in her window, pulling the covers off her small frame. "It's been three days, and you promised."
She smiled. He sounded like Shippo.
"OK, OK. Hold on." She sat up, combing her fingers through her hair. She got up, and walked over to her dresser, pulling out various clothing and hygiene products for the weeks she would be spending in the feudal era.
Inu Yasha grinned. "I'll be waiting outside." He said, hopping out the window and into the tree that overlooked the busy street by the Higurashi shrine.
A young girl walked by him, not even noticing that there was a half-demon in the tree above her head. She was surrounded by her many friends, on their way home from school.
She looked almost the same age as Kagome. Inu Yasha wouldn't have noticed her normally, but something about this girl seemed all too familiar. He couldn't quite place it.
Then, he looked at her left hand that clutched her books to her chest. It was covered with a black glove, wrapped in silver beads.
She stared back, her long, brown hair swaying in the wind. She looked just like...
"Sango." He stated.
"What did you call me?"
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope this is a good one - I'm thinking I need 10 reviews to continue. You can flame if you want, it usually doesn't phase me.
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