How College can Drive you Crazy
Sonnie
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"Damn it, what did you do to Ayame?" Miroku shouted, grabbing the front of Kouga's shirt. Uncharacteristically angry, the young man didn't care that the one he was threatening was probably capable of causing him serious injury.
"We broke up, officially," Kouga muttered, breaking out of Miroku's grasp. "It was about time! Now I'm with someone better!"
Miroku made a sound of disgust. "Look, Kagome's a good friend of mine, but I don't think she's any better or any worse than Ayame," he said. "Why chase after Kagome when you already had a perfectly good woman?"
"Whatever," Kouga shrugged. "Besides, it's just a date."
"You're such an asshole," Miroku muttered, shaking his head. "I hope you won't treat Kagome this bad."
"I wouldn't," Kouga snapped indignantly. "But Ayame deserved it!"
"Deserved what?" Miroku demanded. "For you to lead her on then dump her like garbage? No! She didn't deserve that at all. But that isn't even the worse part. I know you hit her earlier, I saw her face!"
"She was being a bitch!" Kouga growled. "She was insulting Kagome, a girl she'd never even met! She said terrible things and I wasn't going to have it!"
"Can you blame her?" Miroku asked. "I mean, considering how you treat her, I don't think it's that out of the ordinary to be mad in that situation."
"Look, I don't really feel that great about what I did, but she wasn't being reasonable," Kouga said.
"Whatever," Miroku said, shaking his head angrily. "I've got work to do. Go on your date with Kagome. But if I hear you've pulled something, I'm coming after you."
"Like you could do anything about it," Kouga muttered.
"Don't push me," Miroku said in a low voice, then brushed past him to his apartment complex.
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Sesshoumaru gripped the napkin in his hand, feeling rather annoyed that he had been made his brother's fool. He was never going to find this girl based on that picture.
"Hey Rin!" a girl shouted brightly, wincing when three students turned to glare at her. "Sorry."
She ran over to a computer where another girl was typing, kneeling beside her chair.
"Rin, I'm going on my date in a few minutes, just wanted to check in," she whispered excitedly.
The girl sitting at the computer sighed and turned to face her friend. In doing this, Sesshoumaru could see the pigtail she wore in her hair.
"Kagome, I wish you'd consider going out with Inuyasha instead," she implored.
"Yeah right," Kagome huffed. "That jerk hasn't given me the time of day."
Rin looked up at the ceiling as if she wanted to scream. Sighing, her shoulders fell and she looked back at her friend. "Have a good time, Kagome."
"Thanks," Kagome chirped, giving her friend a quick hug. She ran towards the door, glancing at Sesshoumaru strangely.
That's funny, he looks sorta like Inuyasha, except…scary, Kagome thought hurriedly. She clutched her purse tighter as she left the library.
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"Inuyasha, this sucks!" Ayame wailed, flinging herself back in her friend's bed. Curled up in his covers, she wrapped the thick comforter around her hoping it would live up to its namesake. Inuyasha didn't mind her messing up his bed; it was reassuring that he actually had female friends in his life that would remain platonic. Rin was the same way, for she, Ayame, Miroku, and he had all been best friends in high school. Never had any of them ever developed feelings for any other, which kept things relatively easy going.
"Just forget about Kouga," Inuyasha told her, trying to prevent her from crying again. He had just managed to settle her down, a feat which he didn't want overshadowed by another crying spell. "He's an ass."
"Speaking of such, your brother is taking to Jade Paradise next weekend," Ayame muttered offhandedly. She grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and wiped her eyes.
"Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha choked.
"Yeah," Ayame shrugged, wadding the tissue up and shooting it at the trashcan. It missed by a foot and she made a face at Inuyasha when he cracked a grin. "I asked him ages ago and he finally agreed a few weeks ago."
"My brother?" Inuyasha asked again, his face completely confused and perplexed.
"Yeah, who else do we know that's named Sesshoumaru?" Ayame said. "He owes me one. Your brother's a big jazz fan and he and some of his business partners were at one of my jazz shows. Some advertising bigwig saw me and I guess liked it. Apparently he wanted me to model some stuff…whatever. I said I would as long as he signed some contract thingie with Sesshoumaru."
Inuyasha stared at her. "When was this?"
"Eh, awhile ago," Ayame shrugged. "I did the photo shoo last week. It was totally unreal. I can't get a read on the advertising exec, though. He's creepy and hot all at once."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "What did you model?"
"Eh, I'm not naked, so it's nothing terribly exciting," Ayame muttered, turning her head and looking over at Inuyasha's wall. "Your room needs a makeover. The paint is in terrible shape. I can fix it for you."
"I guess you're feeling okay, then," Inuyasha grunted, crossing his arms. He didn't like the direction this was going.
"Not at all, but I need to do something so I stop thinking about the whole thing," Ayame sighed. She grabbed Inuyasha's car keys and chucked them at his head. Similarly to the tissue, the keys were way off target. Laughing, he reached his arms out and made an exaggerated catch.
"Wait, are we doing this right now?" Inuyasha asked when she got off the bed and put on her coat.
"Yeah, why not?" Ayame murmured, shrugging once again as she stared carefully at the walls. "I'm thinking a nice, masculine purple…"
"I remember what you did the last time," Inuyasha grumbled. "I don't think I should trust you."
"Pink is a very nice color, Inuyasha," Ayame said brightly.
Inuyasha wailed. "But not for guys!"
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"Are you okay?" Sango asked Miroku hesitantly. It was her second study session with him. Despite the fact his hands were often unaccounted for only to resurface on various parts of her anatomy, she had to admit that he knew his stuff. He always presented the material in an easy-to-understand manner, and he answered her questions marvelously. Some of his methods, though…
"Now, Sango, picture this," Miroku began, drawing her close and placing an arm around her. "According to Plato…"
Sango tried to relax, realizing she was stiffer than a plank of wood in his grasp. Oblivious to her discomfort or perhaps ignoring it, Miroku continued, his soothing voice leading Sango's mind in different directions.
Get a grip, girl! Sango reprimanded herself. You've been hit on before, by guys a lot smoother than this one! Still…he's got a lot of charm…and he's really—Damn, what's wrong with me?
"Are you alright, Sango?" Miroku asked, turning her so she faced him. His tone bordered on dramatic but his dark eyes looked deep into hers with genuine concern.
"Yes, I'm fine," Sango said, a little indignantly.
"Your mind is far away from here," Miroku said solemnly. Sango tried not to laugh at such a serious expression on his face. "I pray you tell me what troubles you."
Sango couldn't help but bust out laughing. "I'm really okay!"
Miroku watched her laugh, completely clueless as to the reason. When she didn't stop, he grew a bit concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm just…your concern is nice," Sango said, "and I'm touched."
Miroku had an unreadable expression on his face. Confused, he sighed and tried to think about what to do. Sango was unlike any girl he'd ever met; shy but vibrant, mature but mischievous, strong but with definite weaknesses. She had dignity but not a foolish amount of pride—this quality made her especially interesting. Miroku recognized her as the star soccer player for the freshmen class, but everything he'd heard about her indicated that while she was definitely the best, she was a team player. It was an interesting quality to him, because as much as he enjoyed spending time with his friends he was still a private person in many respects.
The ringing of his cell saved him from a response. Wincing at the embarrassing ringtone he had foolishly allowed Ayame to set, the chorus of "Barbie Girl" echoed loudly in the room. Sango smiled at him.
"Yeah?" Miroku grunted into his phone, not terribly pleased at being humiliated, regardless of how trivial it was.
"Hey, get your ass over here and help us paint my apartment," Inuyasha ordered rather boorishly.
"Huh?" Miroku asked, puzzled. "I thought you were with Ayame."
"And whose bright idea do you think this is?" Inuyasha asked drolly, cursing into the phone at what Miroku imagined was a rather satisfying smack. "Ouch, damn it, that hurts!"
"Uh, I'm kind of with someone right now," Miroku asked. "I'm tutoring her for philosophy."
"Keh, yeah right," Inuyasha muttered. Miroku scowled at the mental image of his friend rolling his eyes in exaggerated disbelief. "Well, tell your "friend" that she can come over here too."
"I don't know," Miroku said skeptically, looking up at Sango who was gazing at him curiously. Her eyes were doing strange things to his thinking process.
"Seriously, you can't leave me alone at the mercy of this woman!" Inuyasha wailed, cursing as he fell under a new barrage of attacks. "The more the merrier, isn't that what they say?"
Miroku sighed at his friends pitiful attempt at self-rescue. "Fine, I'll ask, but no guarantees," he said.
"Keh, fine, just hurry the hell up before she starts opening up the paint," Inuyasha muttered darkly.
Miroku lowered the phone, looking at Sango hopefully. "So…wanna go paint an apartment with me?"
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Author's Notes: Okay, a continuation of this chapter and Kouga's date with Kagome await you all next time. Also, what happens in the library between Sesshoumaru and Rin?