Sorry about that Miroku joke with the button last chappie. If I offended you, I am truly sorry. I just had a humor impulse, and well, it came out. Apologies.

Okay, shout out time. Usagi- you should hook up with Teyo some time. You two are the sugar freaks of my review club. Eh, BakaBokken, thanks for the cultural pointers. Ya know, there's a crapload of stuff in America that I just take for granted, because I'm so used to it. But advice taken, I will correct my errors.

"What can I say, it's an addiction?" I'm glad I"m not the only Evo/Kurt nut out there.

And who said this was short? This is one of my longer chapters!

Oh, I almost forgot. My website is up. Well, sorta. The only stuff I got really is the Culture Shock art. I advise you go look at it if you are female and want a nice visual to go with the story.

And the winner of the Inuyasha: Boxorz or Tighty Whities question is. . .

BOXERS! There'll be a picture on monday, promise.

Eh, here's chapter 12.

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As the bell rang around 8 am, Kagome raced across the campus to her first class. American High School was so weird! First, the schedule was nothing like Japanese school. She and her fellow classmates did all the moving, not the teachers. In fact, she only had one or two people who were in more than one of her classes. If she were back home, she'd spend the entire day with just one class!

Second were the lunch periods. She knew some schools allowed for an open lunch period, giving an hour or two for eating. But not her school. Lunch was in shifts, so students were alotted only about 20 minutes to eat. She noticed with distaste that Inuyasha's manners would not seem out of place among the boys here. All of them wolfed their food down at light speed.

Last were the teachers. They were just. . . weird. Mr. Sanchez, her math teacher, had a thing for his dogs and knew more about advanced math than anyone. He was a good teacher, but he made her head hurt. Mrs. Chen was her Biology teacher. She had an annoying habit of getting off subject, prattling on about anything from stem cells to the Governator. Yesterday's tangent had amused Kagome. Apparently, the governer of California was a famous movie star who had played an evil robot back in the 80's. Mrs. Chen rattled on about how Governer Schwarzenegger was really a robot bent on taking over America. The idea was silly, but then again, so was the notion that demons ran rampant in Feudal Japan seeking fragments of an all- powerful jewel.

The rest of her teachers were normal enough. Except for Mr. MacDaniel. In a way, he reminded Kagome of Miroku.

Except that he was in his 50's, going bald, and had a daughter in elementary school.

"Hey, Kagome, sorry that you got the perv teacher," Nina whispered to Kagome at lunch. Nina was another friend Kagome had made at school. She was tall, with wavy dishwater blonde hair, and an athletic physique.

"Eh, you have no idea." the young miko muttered to herself. She'd had enough dealings with hentai perverts to know how to fend them off. And there was a lovely thing she had discovered called sexual harrasment. She was eager to run that one by Miroku and watch the blood drain from his face. Yeah, the hentai monk had it coming, all right.

When the bell notified the students to go to 5th hour, Kagome sat down in her US History class. She laughed, a bit amused that the United States was so ethno-centric. Why the US? Why not Europe, or Africa, or even her native Japan?

She listened as Ms. Jerome droned on about the writing of the US Constitution, beginning to doodle on her paper. She absent-mindedly wrote the assignment down, and resumed her doodling.

A finger pointed to one of her drawings. "Hey, Kags, that looks like the guy you went to Homecoming with!" a jubilant voice on her right exclaimed. Rachel, the tomboy to her right was staring big-eyed at Kagome's rough drawing of Inuyasha. "I thought that guy had black hair!" she remarked, noting the whiteness of the hair. "And what're those?!" She pointed to two small triangles on the picutre's head.

"Eh, I got him to wear cosplay ears. . . one. . time. Yeah, that's it. And his hair's always been white."

"Ayako said you two have a thing for eachother."

"Um. . ."

"You ever make out with him?"

"Make out?"

"You know, kiss him? A lot?"

"NO! It's not like that! It's just that we. . ." she trailed off as Rachel gave a skeptical smirk.

"What's his name?"

"Inuyasha."

"Huh, that's odd. Wait a minute, wasn't that weird guy, or girl, I couldn't tell, after him at Homecoming? I didn't see it, but I heard there was a huge fight!"

Kagome paled, but played cool. "Oh, you mean Sesshomaru? Yeah, he and Inuyasha are brothers. Sibling rivalry."

"Seriously?"

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The object of their conversation, meanwhile, was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. His stupid half-brother had forbidden him to go outside the way he was dressed. At first, Sesshomaru thought nothing of his threat, but when the land lady tried to injure him with the exploding fire stick, he thought it was maybe a good idea to stay where he was.

He strode over to examine the box Inuyasha and that pathetic human Miroku called a TV. It was about the size of a tree stump, with a glassy, mirror like front. Several knobs were on the front of it. He tapped the knobs and jumped back in suprise when the glass began to move and talk. There were four plump, odd looking creatures running around with strange grey patches on their bellies. They were babbling nonsense to eachother, when they suddenly dispersed.

A look of pure horror spread across the face of the Lord of the Western Lands.

The purple one with a triangular shaped antenna began to dance around with a bag or purse of some sort. A voice came from the box. "Tinky-Winky was out romping with his bag. . ."

"Doop dee doo. . . doodle doo doo doo!" sang the creature, merrily swinging this "bag" back and forth.

Sesshomaru felt a small twitch in the corner of his left eye.

Gigantic metal flowers sprouted from the ground and called in a female voice "Time for Tubby Yum Yum! Time for Tubby Yum Yum!"

The creatures ran to a hill and decsended into a room. The first voice came on "Po likes Tubby Custard!"

"Tubby Tustard!" cried the red one, recieving a bowl of white slop.

Twitch.

"La-la likes Tubby Custard!"

The yellow one this time cried out "Tubby Tustard!"

Twitch, Twitch.

"Dipsy likes Tubby Custard!"

"Tubby Tustard!"

Twitch, twitch Twitch.

"Tinky Winky likes Tubby Custard!"

"Tubby Tusta. . ."

--GYAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!-- Had anyone been in the appartment building at the time, they would've investigated the source of the anguished scream, clash of metal and loud thud coming from upstairs.

Inuyasha and Miroku returned home that evening to find Sesshomaru sitting calmly in the middle of the room, Tenseiga across his lap and the smashed TV in front of him.

--What in hell happened to the TV?!-- Inuyasha exclaimed, shocked.

--You watch those inane mononoke cavort around for more than five minutes and see how you react.--

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Hah! Yay Sesshy for taking out everyone's fear, anger and resentment towards Teletubbies! God, I hate them!

Oh well, look on the bright side. It wasn't Boohbah. THAT is a scary show.

(sigh) curse younger siblings who make you watch those shows with you.

Note: mononoke=a spirit of some sort. Teletubbies do NOT deserve to be called youkai. Too scary for that honor.

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