Disclaimer: Don't own the Inuyasha gumi or anybody else. Just those 3 bucks in my wallet. That's all.
Inuyasha: A Band StoryChapter 2—First Day
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"Music shows the soul for what it is."
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First day jitters.
Kagome had them bad. She was worried about everything. Knowing her schedule, finding her classes, getting to them in time, making sure she had everything, and where was she going to sit at lunch!?!?!?
Arriving in class, she slowly walked in. The room was practically silent. A few whispers were heard, but most simply sat there. She slowly walked in and sat in a seat in the fourth row, fourth seat.
Many more people arrived in. They did as she had done. Looked around and took a seat. She had arrived early, just in case, at 8:40. She was sorry she did. School didn't technically start till 9:10, but the teacher didn't actually stand up and call out the supposed roll till about 9:30. The bell had long rung, but people still arrived in.
Kouga walked in at 9:09. He chose the seat right behind Kagome. Inuyasha walked in at 9:29. He sat in front of Kagome, since it was the only seat left. He growled at her and Kouga.
"Ohayo. Watashi wa Tamakado-sensei." The sensei went on with the usual. Going over the rules, classes, electives, sports, clubs. The usual. It was the same every year.
Then she began to call the roll.
"Akinishi Sae" it kept going down the list. The A's rolled to the C's. The C's to the F's. It kept going til
"Houshigawa Kouga" The sensei said.
"Dead!" Inuyasha yelled. "I killed him last week!"
"Oh ya! We'll see who kills who!" Kouga yelled back.
"Boys! Sit down!" Tamakado looked very angry. "There is no fighting in this class, in any other class, or anywhere in this school!"
Both boys had jumped up and were right in front of Kagome. Both huffed and went back to their seats.
The sensei pointed to Inuyasha. "No more rude remarks when I call someone's name. Hear me?"
Inuyasha simply said "Feh."
Roll call went on.
"Kadokawa Kikyou" Kagome had been looking around the room to the person who replied. This time, she gasped when she looked at the girl. She looked like herself. Inuyasha was simply staring at her. And this Kikyou girl kept staring back.
More names passed by til
"And last, Yamagawa Inuyasha?"
"I thought I had already introduced myself." Inuyasha replied, snappily.
"Oh, so you're Yamagawa? Mr. Shikon, your 7th grade homeroom teacher, told me all about you." Tamakado looked down her nose at Inuyasha. He gave an innocent stare back.
"Alright! Let's see, your still in your first period class, so scatter!" Tamakado shooed the students out of her room. Kagome followed people with what looked like band instruments.
"Here, I'll so you to the band room, Kagome." Kouga appeared from behind her.
"Arigatou." Kagome thanked him.
The band room was on the 6th grade hall. In between the Strings and Chorus room. Those three rooms took up all the space on that side of the hall.
"Here it is! Room 103! Band with Zakoji!"
Zakoji turned out to be a middle aged woman. She had played trumpet in her band years. She said that they wouldn't really have to bring their instruments til Wednesday, the first day they could really play without interruptions. She took down the students homeroom and instrument, hoping it was correct.
Kagome sat next to a girl with long hair and kind brown eyes. The girl held a case the size of what should have been a clarinet, yet she sat in the flute row.
"Yashiyo Sango." The girl perked up and replied.
"Mr. Ieyasu, room 311. I play oboe." Sango grabbed her instrument a little tighter.
"Higurashi Kagome." Kagome introduced herself.
"Yashi-" Sango started but Kagome cut her off.
"I heard." Kagome said and chuckled afterwards.
"Oh, ya. I guess that was sort of stupid. I wasn't paying any attention. I'm trying to watch out for someone." Sango stared over the tops of the percussion people's heads. They had to sit in front of the flute row.
"Who? You're boyfriend?" Kagome teased lightly.
"Iie! A hentai. His name is Mashimaru Miroku. He plays Alto Saxophone, but he's on the clarinet row right now, right behind me…" Sango sat up as straight as she could.
"HENTAI!!" Sango screamed and hit a hand in between herself and Kagome. A boy fell on the floor. Sango slapped his cheek.
"Yashiyo, is it-" Everyone was looking at Sango and the boy on the floor. A few girls from the row behind them were giggling.
"Hai, Zakoji-sensei." Sango shook her head.
"Mashimaru. Don't tell me all those long weeks at the shrine in Sapporo didn't help? And I thought you showed promise! I was so sure you would turn out to be a good honest Buddhist monk! How wrong was I?" Zakoji condoled. She peered up into the ceiling and said out loud:
"Dear kind Buddha, Please help this lecher in his time of need. He needs to learn dearly how to treat a woman he loves with respect. But, please do not let this barrier hurt his relationship with Sango." Snickers were heard throughout the whole class.
Sango blushed a good solid red. "We're not in a relationship, Zakoji-sensei!" She tried hard.
"Uh huh. Sure. Tell that to that blush on your face."
Roll call went on again.
"9th grade: Nakamushi Naraku" Zakoji was still laughing.
"Mr. Yashikawa, room 412. Baritone Saxophone." A serious looking boy with long back hair said. Kagome noticed that many of the guys at this school had long hair.
"Yamagawa Sesshoumaru" Zakoji continued.
That was a name Kagome recognized. Yamagawa, that was that jerk, Inuyasha's, surname.
"Ms. Saotome, room 407. Trumpet." A boy who looked much like Inuyasha said. She wouldn't be surprised if they were brothers.
A/N: Alright I had been evil and hadn't continued this fic. But here you go. Anyway, just to let you know, Hojou is in this too. Not in band though.
~~~Y.L.S.
M.S. and A.R.A. won't write this unless it is opposite day. But, if it was, I would own Inuyasha!
Oh, and for those who wanted to know, I played bassoon in my band. And, oboe and English horn. Because they are all in the same family.