To answer Kunshun's statement: …He's not evil.
Kunshun: But you made him evil!
Patukum: No… in the original manga/or anime Sesshoumaru hates his little brother. He tried to kill him. …More than once.
Kunshun: …
Patukum: Conflussling. Haha. :stares off in space before snapping back: How can you be in love with a killer!
My throat is burning… and my chest hurts. I got stomach flu. Vomiting hurts.
Not Another Teen Romance
Problem
"Here," said Sesshoumaru, throwing a random piece of clothing at Inuyasha.
Inuyasha sputtered, spitting up some of his soda at the surprise. "What-," he asked, taking off the cloth his dark head, "-the hell is this?"
"It's a skirt."
Inuyasha turned a little pink. "W-Why the hell-"
"It was Rin's." Sesshoumaru said, looking over his shoulder to his younger brother. The said girl walked into the room, wearing an orange sundress.
"Fluffy!" she called, wrapping her short arms around his waist.
Sesshoumaru's face went beet red at his girlfriend's pet name.
Inuyasha grinned, his pink face going back to his original tan color. "Hah! Fluffy's embarrassed!"
Sesshoumaru turned even redder, walking out of Rin's tight grasp. "You!" he shouted.
Inuyasha quickly got up. "Heh, Fluffy's majorly embarrassed!"
Sesshoumaru ran after Inuyasha, whom started running around the room. Rin watched them with fascination, before snapping back and saying to the racing Inuyasha,
"Fluffy told me about your little bet," she called, "I told him I had some clothes that you might want to use. But I don't know Kagome-chan's size."
"You know Kagome!" he ducked from Sesshoumaru's whapping hand.
"A little! She helped me from some boys trying to beat me up!"
Sesshoumaru immediately stopped, his dark eyes going to the little girl. "Who were these boys?" voice low and full of menace.
"Oh, um," she said, twiddling her fingers, "…Actually, just one." It was quite a long time ago since that incident.
"What did he look like?" his voice was cold, hate was slowly building up inside of him for whom ever hurt Rin. His Rin.
"Um… I don't really remember," her voice sounded a little scared. "He had long dark hair…"
Sesshoumaru was by her side in a split second, and wrapped his long arms around her small figure. She could his chin resting on the crown of her head, suddenly realizing how tall he was,
"Don't worry Rin," he tightened his arms to where he was almost crushing her, "I'll protect you,"
Rin buried her head into his chest. Feeling a large wave of warmth flow in her body…
On the other side of the room, Inuyasha made gagging noises.
"Are you sure Sango-chan? I mean, maybe we should…" trailed off Yuka, her hands crossed over a few books and leaning on the red and orange lockers.
Sango shook her head, pointing her dark pink eyes the shorthaired girl. "No, I think Kagome-chan should find out herself. The last time that happened, her brother did that he got pummeled."
Yuka laughed. Leaning into a strait position, she said a short "Ja ne" before walking down the hall to her class.
Sango turned back to her locker and finished doing the last digits of her combination lock. She pulled it open, before grabbing a book. Glancing at a small mirror on the door, a gift from Eri (even though she never really thought about her appearance like most girls) and groaned at the site coming toward her.
"My, my, Sango,"
She kept her face to the locker. "Good morning Miroku."
"So good to see you again," Miroku gave her one of his cocky smirks.
Sango rolled her eyes.
"How are you?" Miroku crossed his arms and leaned against a red locker.
"Fine until you came along," she growled out.
"Don't be so cold," he continued to stay there. "C'mon give me a chance."
"Give me a break." She said firmly. She could not go out with him! Not after last time… no, never in her life would she be nice or go out with him.
"What's it gonna take for you to be nice to me?" he gave her an innocent pout.
"When pigs fly or hell freezing over, take your pick." She gave him an angry stare, her eyes burning. Slamming her locker shut, she walked away, her long raven hair swishing against her mixed scarlet and red shirt.
Behind her, leaning against the lockers, Miroku sighed and close his eyes, disappointed in himself.
She had a reason to hate him. The last time they dated, it was over a year since then…
Sango smiled at her parents' friends, excusing herself to her boyfriend for eight months: Miroku. He had come to her family's Christmas party. She was actually having a good time.
Her mother had long passed away; she died giving birth to her younger brother Kohaku. Every year when her dad and mom's friends came over… so she felt a little lonely during these times and usually didn't have a very good time.
But now she had Miroku… and he understood her.
She turned around the hallway bend, holding a paper cup of punch. She entered the living room, and saw lots of people talking to each other… but not Miroku.
She looked to the wide door that attached to the living room to the dining room… and found him.
He was talking to a girl. She was pretty, but Sango trusted him and wasn't jealous. She smiled, thinking he was trying to mingle.
Right when she was about to walk over there and introduce herself to the girl, she noticed how close they were standing to each other. He was standing strait like usual, but this girl was molding her body into being as close as possible to his.
He was looking down at her since she was way shorter. Sango realized this girl had to be at least three years younger than her. She had shoulder-length raven hair and deep brown highlights, and dark chocolate eyes. Freckles though, she was a pretty site.
Her hand fisted around the cup a little tighter. What was he trying to do? He was less than two inches away from this young, pretty girl whom obviously had an attraction to her boyfriend! She looked like she was even flirting! She knew Miroku was a flirt… but he was her flirt dammit!
Miroku's hand found its way to her lower back, smoothing down to her rear end. The girl's face went a little pink, but she did was smile her pearly white teeth.
Sango's jaw clenched.
She stomped her way to them about a foot, before stopping.
Miroku had leaned down and kissed that girl.
The paper cup in Sango's hand shook before falling to the cream colored carpet, spilling cherry red punch on the clean floor.
Miroku instantly looked up and his face held the emotions she knew would be there… surprise and guilt.
Her maroon eyes got blurry, and she fought the urge to sob. She couldn't help but let a few tears slide down her lightly tan face.
"Sango!" called a young boyish voice. It was Kohaku, her younger brother. He fought past a small crowd forming around her since she dropped the punch. "Sango! Hey, you okay sis'?"
A small sob jerked her out of her revere, and she turned swiftly on her heel and ran out of the room.
"Sango!" called her boyfriend. Letting go of the pretty girl next to him and taking a few steps, accidentally stepping his foot into the punch she spilled.
Into the hallway she ran, crashing into a few people, before bursting through her door and crashing onto her bed right, slamming the wooden door shut with a bang. Crying uncontrollably… she hadn't felt the pang of sorrow in her gut since the day that her mother… the same day when Kohaku was…
Miroku! she sobbed. How could he?
They'd been going out for months! Her father had even given him the talk that he gave, the 'you see my daughter and if you hurt her I don't care about going to prison' speech. She could count the number of guys she had dated. But now…
But now…
She sniffed, barely hearing someone knock on her door and a young boyish voice asking her if she was okay.
Kohaku…
Her hand tightly clenched in her damp pillow tightened, turning the knuckle white…
She'd never forgive Miroku for this.
Ever.
"Three hundred yen dear." Said the kind lunch lady, her African American heritage very readable.
Inuyasha cursed mildly, digging through his pockets. He never had the correct amount of change. Finally he managed to get the amount of bills and slapped them in her long fingered hands, turning to find his friends.
He instantly found Kikyou and a few girls she called friends along with a few guys mildly decent sitting with them.
No. He wouldn't sit with her. Not now, not ever. He was still angry. He "Keh-ed" to himself, wondering why his eyes landed on his now ex-girlfriend, and not the table where his friends sat.
Maybe it's because of fuckin' Sesshoumaru.
Maybe it's because of that stupid bet.
"Maybe you outta move outta the way man, before someone knocks you over." said a voice. His head turned to see the guy that was behind in the lunch line swerving around him along with a few more people. He shrugged, and gave Inuyasha a look of he was just trying to help the guy out.
Inuyasha returned the look of a sort of gratefulness and walked to his table, a few students behind him whizzing past, eager to get to their own lives of what-not.
"Eight times eight is?" asked Miroku to himself, chewing on his pencil while trying to some homework. There was another young man next to him, his chair turned to the side and barely watching him.
"Forty-seven." He joked, interrupting his train of thought.
"Shut up!" the purple-eyed man spat. "You know I suck at math!"
"Psh," snorted Kouga, "You're in sophomore's year of school, almost summer, and you still can't remember what two times two is?" he asked mockingly. Miroku wasn't that bad at math.
The fruit cup on Miroku's tray decided to make itself contact with Kouga's nose (courtesy of the short-haired man's hand.) Shutting the ice-eyed man up.
"You two stop acting like kids." complained Inuyasha as soon as he got to the lunch table. "Fuck, you act like Rin when she was younger."
Kouga was wiping off the pears and cherries off his face as Inuyasha was talking something about his older brother. "Where's Kikyou?"
Inuyasha glared at the blue-eyed young man. Miroku jabbed Kouga in the stomach with his elbow, shushing him. Kouga gagged and spat at him,
"Oi! What the hell was that for?"
Miroku jabbed him again. "Idiot, they broke up."
Inuyasha glared at Kouga, "Just shut up about it Kouga. I don't need Kikyou or your shit now."
"Did I hear my favorite man say Kikyou?" piped a voice.
The violet-eyed young man turned around to stare angrily at another boy. "What do you want?"
"Aww Inuyasha!" said Jakotsu, putting a hand over his heart. Silently looking at the sparkly-nails. "I'm hurt!" he pursed his dark lips.
"And I care… why?" asked the fiery Inuyasha.
"I heard about the whole break up thing," said Jakotsu, winking an eye at Inuyasha, "And whole-heartily, I wanted to cheer you up!"
"Really?" asked Inuyasha sarcastically.
"Yea! So I got you this!" Jakotsu's hand went somewhere in the folds of his expensive clothes. It'd figure; Jakotsu's parents were one of the richest families in Japan, although his mom and his sister had moved away some time ago. Finally, amongst the yellow fabric painted with flowers, he pulled out a box. Handing it to Inuyasha,
"Open! Open!" the bright green-eyed young man piped, bouncing up and down.
"Uh, no thanks." Inuyasha pushed the thing away.
"C'mon Inu! Open! Open!" Jakotsu continued to pry.
After a few minutes the green-eyed man didn't leave, seemingly he wasn't going to leave unless Inuyasha opened the small box.
"Fuck fine." Inuyasha cursed and reached over to pull a red ribbon from the box. It fell over, and Inuyasha turned the box upside down in his hand and something fell into his palm.
What the hell…
"…Condoms?"
Kouga bursting out laughing. Miroku was making funny faces with his lips, trying to bite them to not make a snicker. Inuyasha made a noise sounding much like a growling sneer, his fingers curling around the receptive.
"See!" Jakotsu piped, "I though you could use them for when I invite over to my-"
"FUCKIN' GAY PERVERT!" Inuyasha shouted, and threw the latex at Jakotsu's head. He got up and stomped off, obviously not understanding why the hell Jakotsu would give him these.
Fuck, even if I was gay I wouldn't need those! Arr! Damn it, he's so fuckin' naïve and GAY!
Tears were forming in Kouga's eyes. "Oh my god!" laughed out Kouga, falling over in his seat.
"That's too much." snickered Miroku. He knew he probably shouldn't be laughing but Inuyasha was strait! It wasn't his fault that Jakotsu's naïveness and thick-skulled mind couldn't accept or figure that out.
Jakotsu stood there, a pout on his face, pursing his lips again. "I thought he'd like it…"
"Excuse me? Miss Veneble I presume?" asked an unknown voice.
An English woman turned away from her computer screen to see over the reception desk a pretty young woman. She was extremely tall, and had dark hair pulled up, and blood red eyes. Her make-up was done, and her smile she held seemed warm.
"Yes?" her British accent obvious.
"My name is Kaze Kagura," she spoke, "I'm sorry I'm late, but I want to be enrolled here. Could you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
Miss Veneble blinked. This girl was extremely polite! "Oh yes, please your name again?" she grabbed a late slip and a pen to write down this girl's name.
"Kaze Kagura."
Kagome tapped her pencil to her desk. She sighed, only a few more minutes. School would be over in a few minutes; not that she had anywhere to go or anything to do. A much longer sigh escaped her lips, and she leaned over until her arms were pillows underneath her chin.
"…So finally, by simply using this formula," continued the teacher,
"You can easily figure out the answer." She gestured toward the board full of equations, numbers, and what ever the hell the rest was.
Simple? Easy?
…Bull.
The bell finally rang, snapping the young raven-haired woman out of her dream. She got up quickly picking up her pencils, book and notepad as well. Leaving the room, she found Yuka and Eri already by her locker, ready to walk with her until she got to her Shrine. Sango was no where to see, maybe she left for her brother already.
That is, they were going to walk her home, if a voice hadn't called her name.
"Kagome!"
Kagome turned around to see a young man with long raven hair walking toward her.
Inuyasha stuffed his science book in to his bag; he hated science. To him it meant nothing, but apparently his friend Miroku was a whiz at this chemical shit. And the bastard talks in fuckin' riddles when he tries to help me! Of course… the only reason he was thinking about this was to ignore the fact that he was trying to figure out a way to make Higurashi Kagome into a hot popular girl.
"Inuyasha," started his senior brother, standing next to him with his arms crossed. "Are you going to do it? Or are you chicken?" his deep voice a bit mocking.
"Shut up Sesshoumaru." he snapped. "How the hell a I gonna do it anyway?"
"Oh come on Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru's eyes got to slits. "Are you that stupid and dim-witted to not figure out to make a girl wear a skirt?"
"Shut up! I'd like to see you try!"
"Rin wears a skirt anyway," said Sesshoumaru closing his eyes, leaning his back onto the lockers.
"Ugh!" groaned Inuyasha staring angrily at his cool complection brother. "Yo, I already fuckin' agreed so stop buggin' me about it!"
Sesshoumaru kept his eye closed, although Inuyasha could see an eyebrow twitching a bit. He seemed to come to a conclusion, and leaned back up, and sort of smirked at his younger sibling,
"You've only got a few weeks 'til graduation night Inuyasha,"
The sound of a growling sneer came from the slightly shorter dark-haired young man. He slammed his locker shut, and hooked his bag over his shoulder and walked away, seeing the probable bane of his existence for the next few weeks about to walk away from her locker. He opened his mouth to speak, and called her name.
Kagome couldn't help but blink as Inuyasha came to her and looked down as he was taller than she was. Kagome didn't think Inuyasha would talk to her (especially since he just broke up with her cousin whom told her while crying into Kagome's shoulder which was a rare occurrence) What was he doing?
"Uh…" she stammered.
"…Look," he started, "You know about me and Kikyou, right?" he asked. His violet irises seemed to flare a bit.
"Uh yea." Well sorta. More along the lines of her crying while I comforted her.
Kikyou's so soft sometimes. Poor Kikyou.
"Good," he grumbled.
What the hell is he doing? She didn't have a clue as to why this popular guy (presumably since practically every gush girl thought he was hot) whom had broken up with her kin, was talking to her.
"Inuyasha…" she started, putting a hand into her pocket. "You and Kikyou just broke up," lamenting, she sighed, "And it wouldn't be good for you and me to talk just yet. I mean hell, it was just last week."
"…So?" he asked annoyed.
"Inuyasha you haven't spoken to me out of pure will since like a year ago or something." Both knew he spoke to her only when he wanted something for Kikyou or simply when she passed by in her kitchen if Kikyou and him were in there.
"Actually if you thinking about that time at the bus stop," he said, remembering that time, lifting his eyes up in an attempt to think better, "I was actually asking that guy next to you for some change." He smiled, thinking she could get it strait.
Apparently it didn't appease her like he thought. One of her brows went up in annoyance, and she turned swiftly to shove both hands in her pockets and walk off muttering,
"Dumbass."
He watched shocked as she got a good three yards ahead before realizing, "Hey!" he shouted.
She ignored him and pushed through the large doors leading out of the school, with her two gaggle friends behind her, most likely talking about how she just ditched Inuyasha.
"…Shit!" he cursed.
This is going to be tougher than I thought…
.:end of chapter:.
Hope people aren't going to flame me about making Kagome call Inuyasha a dumbass. Um… :looks out at crowd with thinking expressions: maybe I shouldn't have said that… SHUN-CHAN! HURRY AND SEE IF THE MALL HAS A FLAME RETARDENT SUIT::runs away: Oh! And uh, please review. –Patukum
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