Ch. 4 Word Play

Awaking to the sound of someone screaming loudly into your ear is rarely a pleasant experience. But when the aforementioned screaming person is your younger brother, who is much smaller than you and thus easy to pummel, some joy can be found in this less than pleasurable ordeal.

"Mom Kagome hit me" Souta whined as I followed him down towards the breakfast table where my mom was presently giving the people on the front page of the newspaper mustaches and horns.

My mom looked up, "huh?" for all of her abilities as a mom she sometimes lacked the attention span to parent properly.

"She hit me" Souta repeated, this time pointing one of his short pudgy fingers at me, clarifying any uncertainty of who the alleged "she" was.

My mom cocked and eyebrow at me, "You hit him?"

"Yes." I answered truthfully.

"Don't do it again" she went back to her newspaper.

Souta blinked and looked at me angrily. I smiled at him and patted him on the head before he swatted my hand away.

I made my way down the steps of the shrine, in a year I'd get my license but until them walking to school didn't bother me immensely. It gave me some rare alone time to think, and presently I had an quite a bit of crap to think about.

Thing to think about number one; Yasha. I like being thought of as attractive. I like being seen as a woman (You make me feel...). And to be totally honest I don't totally mind kissing him, or him kissing me for that matter.

Thing to think about number two; Inuyasha. Continually insults my character and appearance. Sees me as Kikyo's copy and nothing more. Almost a year and still hasn't made a single freaking move...

But Yasha has...

And Inuyasha would pop a vein if he found out, the vein may belong to Yasha but it would still show him something. Namely that I can move on. Of course I am moving on to a guy who looks identical to the guy I'm, moving on from. But hey. progress is progress.

And I can't wait around for ever.

"Kagome!"

I spun around to see Eri running towards me, though my instincts were telling me to keep walking, I stopped and waited up for her.

"Your going to school?" She asked, huffing from her short sprint.

I blinked at her for a second. Eri had always been impossibly thin, she could down twice as much food as the rest of us and never gained an ounce. but looking at her now, she looked, and this could have just been because she was doubled over trying to catch her breath, as if she accumulating a bit of girth around her middle. Not that there was anything wrong with gaining a little weight, for years her mother had been taking her to the doctors to make sure that she wasn't too thin. Maybe now she was just filling out a little.

"Yeah" I nodded, I smiled "Believe it or not I really didn't have a prostate infection, the doctor mixed up my diagnosis."

Eri finally stood up, "Good to hear, we were beginning to get a little worried there for a second." She brushed off her skirt, "So what did you have?"

"A clean bill of health" I said as we turned the corner and our school came into veiw. "Hopefully I'll be back in school for a while this time."

"Good because there are a couple of guys who want to steal ya from your old jealous boyfriend." she was talking about Inuyasha.

"Good." I smiled, "Because I intend to let them."

I hadn't noticed him in my French class before, even after the "french" studying comment I hadn't realized that he was there. And now, as if making up for lost time. he was making his presence very clear. He had taken the seat behind, much to Fumio's ,the boy who had been assigned to that seat by Madame Hiro, annoyance. Nevertheless he didn't seem to eager to point this out to Yasha.

To be utterly honest at first I thought he was just trying to let me know that he was there. I spun around when I felt fingers on my shoulder. He simply sat there grinning, and for the life of me I couldn't resist the urge to grin back and we were both sitting there grinning at each stupidly when Hojo took his seat next to me.

"Good morning Kagome." his cheeriness snapped me out of my idiocy.

"Hi Hojo" I smiled at him. I heard a familiar very Inuyasha-like growl from behind me.

"Did you get a chance to work on the homework? I don't understand impafait at all, if you can figure it out maybe we can get together sometime and..."

I was saved both from Yasha's reaction and the need to answer his question in front of Yasha by the entrance of Madame Hiro.

The class quieted and Madame began her oration.

Half way through Madame Hiro's explanation of the conjugation of irregular verbs in passe simple a note landed on my desk.

I was about to turn around to see who had flicked it at me when a second note landed on my desk.

Deciding to read them before another note had a chance to arrive I reached for the first note.

You're not going to help that loser are you? He doesn't really need the help, he's just using it as an excuse to be alone with you.

yasha

I grinned, wondering if he had done the same thing. I reached for the second note.

I actually do need the help, being alone with you is just a bonus.

yasha

I quickly slid the notes into my desk, beaming, and once agin began to feign interest in the lecture.

Another note was flicked onto my desk, this time a little too forcefully, as it skidded off of my desk and dropped to the floor. I silently reached down to get it and as I did I met Hojo's eyes.

Shit.

I abandoned my recovery mission and sat up in my seat again, shooting Hojo a pleading look.

He shrugged in annoyance and I smiled.

I reached out with my foot to kick the note back to Yasha, whatever it was it could wait till after class.

Unfortunately Hojo wasn't the only one who had noticed Yasha's note passing...

"Madame Hiro," Fumio's hand shot into the air. I gave him a dirty look and tried to get the note to Yasha, unfortunately my aim was bad and I ended up sending the incriminating packet into the isle; right to Madame's polished boots.

"Yasha was passing notes." had this not been a mature high school situation I would have probably shouted 'tattletale" of course my maturity didn't prevent me from thinking it.

Madame Hiro bent down eyeing Yasha, "is this yours?" she picked up the note.

Where even the most egotistical of students would have shown some slight hint of embarrassment (for the teachers sake if not totally sincere), Yasha answered with almost a sort of pride, "Yep."

I would have snorted had Madame not been standing a foot away from me and had I been the type of person who snorted (which I'm not).

She handed him the note, "Don't let me catch you passing notes in my class again, or next time I'll read it aloud."

When the bell rang he pressed the note into my hand as he passed, "are you busy tonight?"

I shook my head.

"Six O'clock," he smiled as he exited the room.

I finished packing up my books as the rest of the class left for lunch, (or their next class, I guess). Taking advantage of the empty class room I quickly unfolded the paper and read the note.

Anyways I doubt that his mastery of the most important french subjects (the ones that require less clothing) are even half as good as mine.

yasha

I stuffed the note into my pocket and headed off to lunch silently thanking whatever God that had prevented Madame from reading the note to the class.

A/N Oh my God! I actually updated! Aren't you all shocked and stuff? Anywho please review. (That so rhymed)