High School Sucks
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and all that other good crap. Someone else does.
Summary: Inuyasha's life in high school. Story is better than the sucky summary says.
.:UPDATED July/9/09:.
Chapter 3
In Inuyasha's homeroom, the teacher happily announced, "Time to call roll!" Glancing about the class, he stated, "Oh great. Mr. Inuyasha's late again." He was a mere second away from marking the Narita boy absent when the door opened and immediately he knew that it had to be Inuyasha. "Let me guess, Mr. Inuyasha, you got hit by a-" He turned to the door and his jaw dropped.
The half demon stood there, his limbs encased in bandages and a nasty coal-colored bruise engulfed his left eye. He looked like he seriously did get hit by a car this time.
"What the hell happened to you?!" Mr. Simpson asked, gawking.
There was brief pause before Inuyasha said, "This time I really did get hit by a car." He limped over to his seat without another word. He wouldn't dare say it was his brother's doing or he'd end up getting Sesshomaru in more trouble, thus causing more ass kicking. Or worse. What if he...told Kagome he used to crap the bed when he was little?
"My God, you poor child! Do you need to see the nurse?"
"I went already, but she was too busy making out with the janitor. And they were doing it loud, too. LOUD. I mean-"
The teacher growled. "That whore! And to think I asked her to marry me! I'm gonna kill that bitch!"
Miroku and Sango entered their art class together, hoping Inuyasha would be there today. Kagome told them all about what happened and Miroku left his phone on, albeit on silent, just in case he needed to call up the local newspaper and tell them to put in an obituary for the half demon. To their surprise, said boy was already in the classroom when they arrived.
Sango sat next to him, worry evident on her face. "Inuyasha, why weren't you in gym?"
He gave her a disbelieving stare. "Woman, look at me! Does it LOOK like I could participate?!"
She frowned at him. "Inuyasha..."
He huffed. "Besides, Sesshomaru was there! I don't want him to kick my ass again! I mean, look at what he did to my eye!" He pointed at his right eye, which the brunette girl corrected by adjusting his hand to point to his left eye. "See?! I can't even tell left from right; that's how hard he hit me!"
Miroku took a seat on the other side of the injured boy. "Well, at least he didn't kill you."
"Good point, but if he had hit me any harder, I would've wished he did kill me."
"Emo."
"Screw you!"
The tardy bell rang and in walked the teacher. She had a bright smiled plastered on her face, just like always, and her J Lo-sized can was stuffed into a barely-modest length skirt.
"Hello, class!" She greeted them, her salutations just as bright as her beam.
"Hello, Mrs. Butthead." The class replied in monotone.
"It's pronounced buh-teed! Not butt-head!"
Some of the class snickered, to which she replied by shouting at them, "Shut the hell up!"
"So, did you see The Priest, His Grilfriend, and Her Best Friend last night?" Sango asked, leaning towards Inuyasha to whisper.
"Nope." The silver-haired boy nonchalantly placed his arms behind his head and leaned back in his seat, a smirk of triumph on his face. "I was too busy kissing Kagome."
The girl appeared surprised. "You what?"
"Well, I ALMOST kissed her."
"Alright!" Miroku punched the air. "Inuyasha almost got to third base!"
Sango smacked her forehead. "Kissing isn't third base! That's first base!"
"Then what's third base?"
"It's...uh..." Not wanting to say it out loud, the chocolate-eyed girl wrote on a scrap sheet of paper and passed it to Miroku. She held back a loud laugh as the pervert's expression looked - dare she say it? - appalled. It was probably because the lecher felt embarrassed that he had incorrectly identified the three bases and home, but either way, it looked like a visual oxymoron.
"...I was SO wrong about this."
The class began doing what was assigned on the board, which was to draw somebody in the classroom. Everyone moved to Inuyasha's table, wanting to draw the aforementioned boy only because of his extensive injuries. Even Sango and Miroku were drawing him. Hell, even Inuyasha himself was doodling a portrait of him, using Sango's compact mirror for reference.
After an hour of drawing the injured half demon, the bell finally rang and everyone happily stampeded out the door, leaving their artwork on the table. Inuyasha was the last to leave, what with his limp and all. Sango and Miroku would've helped him, but if they did, they wouldn't have enough time to get to their next class before the bell rang, and the teacher was quite strict on tardies.
"Inuyasha!" A voice he immediately recognized called out to him.
Inuyasha gazed past the people in the hall and found the origin of the voice leaning against the lockers, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He uttered the owner's name in scorn, his eyes half-lidded in a glare. "Koga..."
"I hear your brother beat you up, dog breath. Doesn't surprise me, but what does is that you're still alive." Koga remarked.
"'Beat up' is such a strong word. Why don't we use the term, uh, 'Sesshomaru dragged me out of Kagome's house when I was about to kiss her and hit me with a trash can until I couldn't stand up anymore?'"
The wolf demon's mouth went agape. "You tried to kiss KAGOME?!" He stormed up to the half demon and leaned forward until their noses touched, cerulean boring into gold. "I swear if you EVER try to kiss Kagome again, I'll kick your ass so bad, your brother will wish he was never your brother."
"Koga, he already wishes he wasn't my brother 24/7."
Koga pulled away. "Well, he didn't yesterday."
"Well, he does toda - What the hell did you just say?"
The demon threw up his arms in disbelief. "God, Inuyasha, you should've heard him in the bathroom yesterday. He was saying stuff I never heard him say. I thought he lost his mind, or that it was a part of some scheme against you that didn't involve me."
Inuyasha nodded. "Yeah, I thought that, too. What did he say?"
Rubbing his chin, Koga mentally resurfaced his conversation with Sesshomaru the previous day. "Well..."
Flashback...
Koga entered the bathroom, noting Sesshomaru was there, but he wasn't writing some sort of profanity on the walls or locking the stalls, climbing out from the top, and kicking the doors open. He was merely leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the stalls near the urinals, staring at the ceiling in deep contemplation. Koga joined him by his side and stared at the ceiling with him. Other than the usual stains of God knows what on the ceiling, he couldn't figure out what the taller boy was looking at that was so damn interesting.
"Sesshomaru, what are we staring at?"
Sesshomaru shrugged, removing his gaze from the ceiling. "Nothing. I'm just thinking."
"But you always do that with your eyes closed." That was when Koga caught something in the dog demon's yellow eyes that seemed oddly out of place. Maybe it was just gas, but he had to confirm it. "Your eyes...They seem so...different. What is this emotion I'm seeing in your eyes? Gas?"
"Compassion for my little brother."
Half concerned, half shocked, Koga slapped his hand abruptly to Sesshomaru's forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
The dog demon swatted the hand away. "I'm fine, Koga. Inuyasha's little girlfriend convinced me with money to treat my little brother better. At first I was only doing it for the money, but then I got to thinking...I've been a horrible brother to Inuyasha ever since day one. I've decided to treat him better. In fact, this afternoon I'm gonna buy him a motorcycle."
"Kagome got you to do that JUST with money?"
"Well...she later also threatened to key my motorcycle and throw acid on my head to make me bald."
Koga cringed. "Ouch. Well, as long as you're feeling okay." His tone held suspicion, almost fearful, like he was just told the world was coming to an end, and his following actions confirmed it. He backed away from his friend, then ran out of the bathroom, screaming warnings to whoever would listen that Sesshomaru had gone crazy, again, and something about evil killer teenage mutant ninja bunny rabbits, creatures rumored to wander the school building at night when all were gone to keep trespassers and students wanting to steal the answer keys to tests at bay.
End of flashback...
Now it was Inuyasha who stood with his mouth agape. "Sesshomaru was gonna get me a motorcycle? Damn! Now I wish I never blamed him for those pranks."
The wolf demon checked around the hall to make sure no one was listening in. "Well, you didn't hear it from me, but you still have a chance. Sesshomaru told me he's getting two more weeks of five hour detention because of you. If you play your cards right, you might be able to get him to like you again. I know, it seems unlikely, REALLY unlikely, from all that detention, but trust me on this." He caught the wary look on the other boy's face at the 'trust me on this' part. "You know what I mean."
Inuyasha grabbed Koga by the shoulders and shook him violently. "How?! Tell me how, damn you?! Tell me!"
"Alright! Alright! Stop shaking me, for the love of God!"
"Fine." He released Koga from the vice grip. "Now tell me."
"Not here. I'll tell you after school in front of the bike rack."
"You better be there or I'll hire someone to come and shoot you."
"Whatever." With that said, Koga turned heel and left.
"I swear if he's lying, I'm gonna shove my foot up his-" The tardy bell interrupted him, forcing a loud swear from his mouth that echoed down the hall. "Crap! I'm late!" He limped as fast as his leg would allow to his next class.
Another chapter done! Well, you know what to do now. CoughyourmomCough!.......I mean Coughreviewcough!