CHAPTER ONE- KIKYO'S FIT

I am pathetic Kagome. Twin sister of Kikyo, unnoticed at school, unloved by any boy, blah…blah…blah. I'm pathetic.

And Kikyo? Beautiful. Silky black hair. Nice curves. She hides her already beautiful face with twenty gazillion layers of makeup, and she wears clothes that make her look way better than she already is. 'Nuff said? She's simply irresistible (especially to Miroku).

Well, not anymore…

You see, if there are two sisters in a house, one of them is the "boss." Kikyo was born four minutes before me, so naturally, she takes the position of snobby leader.

She also takes the position of the one needing braces.

Let's rewind to yesterday: beautiful, lovely Kikyo enters orthodontist's office. Orthodontist gives Kikyo hideous, metal, pink braces. Kikyo screams that her life is ruined. Throws a fit. People stare. I cower in the corner. The end.

Yes, it's dramatic, isn't it? But now it's even worse, because Kikyo's zillion boyfriends have all "sadly" dumped her since she's now entered Geek Zone with her tin grin. And she's taking it out on me.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Kikyo shouts. "THEY DUMPED ME! I BET IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT, KAGOME!"

I sigh and try to ignore Kikyo. If living with Kikyo has taught me anything, its never to be a smart ass. Not around Kikyo, anyway.

"ANSWER ME!" Kikyo spits. The saliva lands all over my face. I guess Kikyo can't control the spitting-ness of her braces yet. Ha.

Look on the bright side, I think to myself. Miroku would still beg to go out with you. He is one desperate pervo, after all.

Kikyo slaps me across my cheek. I don't even flinch. I am used to this, and to be honest, I had been anticipating it. But a simple slap seemed to be letting me off too easy according to Kikyo's earlier methods. It was. Kikyo is now beating me, and my stomach is hurting terribly. I know I'm gonna have a fat lip and a bump on my forehead, and I'm trying not to puke. This is typical behavior for Kikyo, but I still am not quite adjusted to it.

This sucks, I think. I'm getting beat up by train-track mouth girl. Why can't I just retaliate?

Kikyo's temper dies down, and she gives me one last kick. Then she stomps away, surely satisfied. She is cursing as she leaves, as if the beating wasn't bad enough. I feel like eggs in a beater. Of course, Kikyo is the beater. Why the heck is she so mean?

I go in the bathroom and inspect my bruises. My forehead has a deep bruise that is starting to swell, and I can feel my lunch from earlier coming up my stomach. I puke it in the toilet and then look at myself in the mirror. I start making faces at the mirror. Its so fun to do that.

I am deeply involved in sticking out my tongue and crossing my eyes at my mirror reflection when Kikyo bursts through the door, scaring me half to death. I quickly hide all evidence that I was goofing off in the mirror. Kikyo grabs her brush, storms out, and leaves. I notice she slams the door in my face.

I hesitate for a moment and then look at myself in the mirror again. I study my teeth. They're really white and straight. I sigh with relief knowing I'll never need braces. Then again, if Kikyo punches me in the mouth too many more times, the dentist may reconsider…

I sigh. I just wish something good would happen in my life. Just once.

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NEXT CHAPTER - WHATEVER IT MAY BE CALLED LATER

The next day, I discovered that Kikyo was actually happy, much to my surprise. She appeared to be grinning and showing off her hideous braces willingly. I knew she was plotting something. What else could make her crack such a large smile?

It didn't take me long to hear the news. Rumors spread faster than jelly on a sandwich at our school, and it didn't take me long to put two and two together. Here are the rumors I heard:

"Kikyo is going to marry Hojo tomorrow!"

"Hojo asked Kikyo to a fancy, really expensive restaurant this morning."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my first fan fic story, and I know it's not the best, but I hope you like it! I am currently starting a rough plan for a story about Kagome and Inu-Yasha taking a home ec cooking class, and it seems to be turning out well. More on that later…