Dokyusei
Chapter 2
Rebel
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Kagome stared at the newcomer in surprise. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, appearing unmindful of the uneasy whispers starting in the classroom.
Awake, he appeared totally different. Watching him now, Kagome wondered if the boy she had seen earlier was but a figment of her imagination. There was nothing peaceful or still about this person. Everything about him--from his stance to the startling color of his eyes (a curious shade of amber)--suggested the brooding presence of a restless, dangerous predator.
Kagome turned to Sango in even greater surprise when she heard the girl sigh.
"Late, as usual," announced Sango, cupping her chin in one hand. Judging from her bored tone, this spectacle was nothing new or remarkable.
Mrs. Kaede was equally unimpressed. "Inu Yasha, if you persist in coming in late, I suggest you do not come to class at all," she said in a weary voice.
The guy shot her a dry look before smirking. "Who's making me, anyway? Definitely not you, Kaede Sensei-Baba!" he said, derisively.
"OSUWARI!" shouted Mrs. Kaede, having just had enough.
The boy leisurely detached himself from the doorway and slouched to an empty chair on a far corner of the room, several seats away from Kagome and Sango. Having settled down, he continued to stare broodingly at the back of the chair before him.
Mrs. Kaede ignored him and proceeded with the lesson as though there had been no interruption of any kind at all.
Kagome shook her head in disbelief. "Is he for real?" she whispered to Sango.
"Well, Inu Yasha might think he's all that and more, but basically he's okay," Sango said, shrugging. "A word of advice, Kagome: the people to watch out for in this school are those way up there who appear quite prim and proper and who appear to follow the rule book word for word. Believe me, they're the ones who are pulling the strings backstage."
Kagome was not sure what to make of this, but she had no choice but to contain her curiosity until recess.
***********
Sango was kind enough to offer her a quick tour around the school during their break time, and tried to answer her questions one by one. It turned out that Sango belonged to the track and field team, and was quite an accomplished runner.
"Oh no!" cried Kagome. "Does this mean we won't be having P.E. together after classes?"
"I'm afraid not," said Sango. "I'm also exempted from the electives-- home economics classes and all that, but I'm sure you'll do fine. I mean-- me, in cooking class? I can't imagine!"
Kagome had to smile at her friend.
Sango walked on, chattering and pointing to the various club offices on the second floor of the main building. They slowed down when they neared the room marked "DEBATE TEAM". The door was open, and just inside, they could see a couple of girls giggling over someone sitting behind the main table.
A pleasant sounding male voice was admonishing, "now, now girls, don't worry! Everyone's going to have her turn! I'll be right with you!"
A squeal of excited laughter.
Kagome could briefly see a guy with dark hair tied at the back in a tiny ponytail bent over the table. A moment later, somebody moved over to block her view completely.
Kagome saw Sango's face screw up in disgust. "Do you remember what I told you earlier about being careful of certain people in this school?" She asked Kagome.
"Hai," replied Kagome.
"Well, you'd better be careful of that guy"--a jerk of Sango's thumb indicated the guy inside the Debate Team room--"because he's a certified lech."
"What's his name?" Kagome wanted to know.
"Fukuzawa Miroku," replied Sango shortly. "He's one batch ahead of us, and recently got elected as Debate Team president."
"I heard Sengoku High School has got a very good debate team," Kagome said. "They won the regional championship last year, right?"
"When you get to know this guy, you'll find out why," answered Sango dryly. "He's got a tongue in his head alright."
Kagome stared at Sango for a moment, but decided wisely not to press the matter further. After all, it was not her business to know why Sango apparently had her knife into the guy.
They crossed over to the other end of the corridor, and Sango went pass the Central Student Committee office so fast Kagome thought she was running a race. It was just a stroke of bad luck, though, that she was spotted anyway.
The door opened, and somebody said quietly, "Sango, how very nice of you to come by. We need to talk."
Kagome watched as Sango froze. The tall, dark boy who emerged was surely a senior. It was also evident by the way he carried himself that he was somebody to reckon with. He was also quite handsome, come to think of it. His wavy dark hair was almost as long as Inu Yasha's, and the regular features of his face was serious as he regarded the fuming Sango.
"I just want to wish you good luck in your upcoming race," he said, "and I hope your team has settled its internal problems sufficiently to ensure that you guys be able to concentrate in winning us a victory this time."
"Oh, there's no internal problem," piped Sango a little too sweetly. "The problem is all external, as you very well know!"
But the boy was no longer interested in Sango. He turned to Kagome.
"Well! I believe I have not seen you before!" he said, extending his hand. "New student?"
"Y-yes. My name is Higurashi. Higurashi Kagome."
"Higurashi. Welcome to Sengoku High School." His handshake was firm. "I am Mizuno Naraku, president of the CSC, at your service. Be sure to let me know if you have any problems settling in."
The girls walked back to class in silence. Obviously, something had upset Sango, as the girl was no longer as talkative as she was before. She merely shook her head when Kagome asked what was wrong.
"It's really nothing," said Sango. "Listen, Kagome, do you mind if you go ahead to lunch later? I promise I'll catch up. I just need to do something first."
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And so that was how Kagome ended up having to spend her first lunchtime in the school by herself.
Oh well…Sango won't take long…she thought as she crossed the wide lawn to the other side of the school where the cafeteria was situated.
She was nearing the trees now, and despite herself, she briefly wondered if she was going to see that strange Inu Yasha again.
Much to her disappointment, he was not there, but a moment later, it did not matter anymore, as she had other, more urgent matters suddenly in mind. A pair of hands reached out from behind the tree and grabbed her by the arm. Before Kagome could register what was going on, she was pinned to the trunk of the tree, a hand on either side of her head, and found herself face to face with a pair of ungainly punks leering at her.
"Woohoo! Lookie what we have here! Man, the boss is right. She really is a beauty!" whistled one cheerfully as the other kept a lookout. The two didn't seem to be much older than she was. One had a Mohawk hairstyle, while the one talking to her had this shabby hairdo to match his shabby, partly open uniform.
"Who are you?!" gasped Kagome, outrage slowly starting to seep in.
"Now don't you worry--we're not going to do anything--the boss says not to scare you. We just wanna know your name--boss's orders," said her captor. "Now you be a good girl and--"
"Since when," said a cold voice behind them, "did that wimp of a boss of yours need anything from Kikyou?"
The boy holding Kagome against the tree sprang back, alarmed.
"I-Inu Yasha!"
Kagome turned to see him leaning against the tree, very near her. He had his dark gaze on the two cowering kids.
"Hey, l-listen man, I think we've got a major misunderstanding here!" cried Shaggy.
"Y-yeah!" cried Mohawk. " We're not talking to any Kikyou--ACK!!!"
They turned to flee as Inu Yasha advanced menacingly.
He stood there a minute longer, and Kagome could hear him muttering under his breath, "That stupid Kouga…"
And then…
"What do those guys want from you, and why didn't you come this morning? I thought you wanted to talk at last," he said to her, his back still turned away.
Huh?
"Well, what's going on, Kik--" He finally turned to face her when she didn't say anything, and what he was going to say died before he could even utter it as he took her in.
He blinked, then his eyes narrowed.
"Kik…you?" He said slowly.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken," said Kagome hesitantly, wondering if he was going to kill her. "I'm not Kikyou…"
"What do you mean you're not Kikyou?!" exploded Inu Yasha. "So now you're taking me in for a fool?!"
Kagome's eyes widened at that outburst, then suddenly she let fly something of her own.
"What on earth are you talking about?! Why would I lie over something like that?! Of course I'm not Kikyou because I'm Higurashi Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She shouted back
Inu Yasha cringed, and took one step back.
Kagome continued, "What do you think you were doing, frightening people like that?! Why do you need to shout, you BAKA!"
…?! …!!
How could it be possible…and yet, one closer look at the girl…
Inu Yasha recovered slightly, and having realized that he, indeed, had made a mistake, turned his head away. "You're right, "he muttered. "You're not Kikyou. You cannot possibly be Kikyou. How could I mistake you for her? She's so much more feminine and graceful than you are."
And without so much as an apology, he walked off.
N-N-N-NANI….?!
"Hey!" cried Kagome, an angry vein popping at the side of her head. "What's THAT supposed to mean? Where are you going?! We're not yet through here! HEY!!!"
And she began to follow him to the other building.
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Still thinking about the next move. Actually I'm trying to borrow situations from the manga as accurately as possible to fit into the story. More to come! (
Chapter 2
Rebel
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Kagome stared at the newcomer in surprise. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, appearing unmindful of the uneasy whispers starting in the classroom.
Awake, he appeared totally different. Watching him now, Kagome wondered if the boy she had seen earlier was but a figment of her imagination. There was nothing peaceful or still about this person. Everything about him--from his stance to the startling color of his eyes (a curious shade of amber)--suggested the brooding presence of a restless, dangerous predator.
Kagome turned to Sango in even greater surprise when she heard the girl sigh.
"Late, as usual," announced Sango, cupping her chin in one hand. Judging from her bored tone, this spectacle was nothing new or remarkable.
Mrs. Kaede was equally unimpressed. "Inu Yasha, if you persist in coming in late, I suggest you do not come to class at all," she said in a weary voice.
The guy shot her a dry look before smirking. "Who's making me, anyway? Definitely not you, Kaede Sensei-Baba!" he said, derisively.
"OSUWARI!" shouted Mrs. Kaede, having just had enough.
The boy leisurely detached himself from the doorway and slouched to an empty chair on a far corner of the room, several seats away from Kagome and Sango. Having settled down, he continued to stare broodingly at the back of the chair before him.
Mrs. Kaede ignored him and proceeded with the lesson as though there had been no interruption of any kind at all.
Kagome shook her head in disbelief. "Is he for real?" she whispered to Sango.
"Well, Inu Yasha might think he's all that and more, but basically he's okay," Sango said, shrugging. "A word of advice, Kagome: the people to watch out for in this school are those way up there who appear quite prim and proper and who appear to follow the rule book word for word. Believe me, they're the ones who are pulling the strings backstage."
Kagome was not sure what to make of this, but she had no choice but to contain her curiosity until recess.
***********
Sango was kind enough to offer her a quick tour around the school during their break time, and tried to answer her questions one by one. It turned out that Sango belonged to the track and field team, and was quite an accomplished runner.
"Oh no!" cried Kagome. "Does this mean we won't be having P.E. together after classes?"
"I'm afraid not," said Sango. "I'm also exempted from the electives-- home economics classes and all that, but I'm sure you'll do fine. I mean-- me, in cooking class? I can't imagine!"
Kagome had to smile at her friend.
Sango walked on, chattering and pointing to the various club offices on the second floor of the main building. They slowed down when they neared the room marked "DEBATE TEAM". The door was open, and just inside, they could see a couple of girls giggling over someone sitting behind the main table.
A pleasant sounding male voice was admonishing, "now, now girls, don't worry! Everyone's going to have her turn! I'll be right with you!"
A squeal of excited laughter.
Kagome could briefly see a guy with dark hair tied at the back in a tiny ponytail bent over the table. A moment later, somebody moved over to block her view completely.
Kagome saw Sango's face screw up in disgust. "Do you remember what I told you earlier about being careful of certain people in this school?" She asked Kagome.
"Hai," replied Kagome.
"Well, you'd better be careful of that guy"--a jerk of Sango's thumb indicated the guy inside the Debate Team room--"because he's a certified lech."
"What's his name?" Kagome wanted to know.
"Fukuzawa Miroku," replied Sango shortly. "He's one batch ahead of us, and recently got elected as Debate Team president."
"I heard Sengoku High School has got a very good debate team," Kagome said. "They won the regional championship last year, right?"
"When you get to know this guy, you'll find out why," answered Sango dryly. "He's got a tongue in his head alright."
Kagome stared at Sango for a moment, but decided wisely not to press the matter further. After all, it was not her business to know why Sango apparently had her knife into the guy.
They crossed over to the other end of the corridor, and Sango went pass the Central Student Committee office so fast Kagome thought she was running a race. It was just a stroke of bad luck, though, that she was spotted anyway.
The door opened, and somebody said quietly, "Sango, how very nice of you to come by. We need to talk."
Kagome watched as Sango froze. The tall, dark boy who emerged was surely a senior. It was also evident by the way he carried himself that he was somebody to reckon with. He was also quite handsome, come to think of it. His wavy dark hair was almost as long as Inu Yasha's, and the regular features of his face was serious as he regarded the fuming Sango.
"I just want to wish you good luck in your upcoming race," he said, "and I hope your team has settled its internal problems sufficiently to ensure that you guys be able to concentrate in winning us a victory this time."
"Oh, there's no internal problem," piped Sango a little too sweetly. "The problem is all external, as you very well know!"
But the boy was no longer interested in Sango. He turned to Kagome.
"Well! I believe I have not seen you before!" he said, extending his hand. "New student?"
"Y-yes. My name is Higurashi. Higurashi Kagome."
"Higurashi. Welcome to Sengoku High School." His handshake was firm. "I am Mizuno Naraku, president of the CSC, at your service. Be sure to let me know if you have any problems settling in."
The girls walked back to class in silence. Obviously, something had upset Sango, as the girl was no longer as talkative as she was before. She merely shook her head when Kagome asked what was wrong.
"It's really nothing," said Sango. "Listen, Kagome, do you mind if you go ahead to lunch later? I promise I'll catch up. I just need to do something first."
***************
And so that was how Kagome ended up having to spend her first lunchtime in the school by herself.
Oh well…Sango won't take long…she thought as she crossed the wide lawn to the other side of the school where the cafeteria was situated.
She was nearing the trees now, and despite herself, she briefly wondered if she was going to see that strange Inu Yasha again.
Much to her disappointment, he was not there, but a moment later, it did not matter anymore, as she had other, more urgent matters suddenly in mind. A pair of hands reached out from behind the tree and grabbed her by the arm. Before Kagome could register what was going on, she was pinned to the trunk of the tree, a hand on either side of her head, and found herself face to face with a pair of ungainly punks leering at her.
"Woohoo! Lookie what we have here! Man, the boss is right. She really is a beauty!" whistled one cheerfully as the other kept a lookout. The two didn't seem to be much older than she was. One had a Mohawk hairstyle, while the one talking to her had this shabby hairdo to match his shabby, partly open uniform.
"Who are you?!" gasped Kagome, outrage slowly starting to seep in.
"Now don't you worry--we're not going to do anything--the boss says not to scare you. We just wanna know your name--boss's orders," said her captor. "Now you be a good girl and--"
"Since when," said a cold voice behind them, "did that wimp of a boss of yours need anything from Kikyou?"
The boy holding Kagome against the tree sprang back, alarmed.
"I-Inu Yasha!"
Kagome turned to see him leaning against the tree, very near her. He had his dark gaze on the two cowering kids.
"Hey, l-listen man, I think we've got a major misunderstanding here!" cried Shaggy.
"Y-yeah!" cried Mohawk. " We're not talking to any Kikyou--ACK!!!"
They turned to flee as Inu Yasha advanced menacingly.
He stood there a minute longer, and Kagome could hear him muttering under his breath, "That stupid Kouga…"
And then…
"What do those guys want from you, and why didn't you come this morning? I thought you wanted to talk at last," he said to her, his back still turned away.
Huh?
"Well, what's going on, Kik--" He finally turned to face her when she didn't say anything, and what he was going to say died before he could even utter it as he took her in.
He blinked, then his eyes narrowed.
"Kik…you?" He said slowly.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken," said Kagome hesitantly, wondering if he was going to kill her. "I'm not Kikyou…"
"What do you mean you're not Kikyou?!" exploded Inu Yasha. "So now you're taking me in for a fool?!"
Kagome's eyes widened at that outburst, then suddenly she let fly something of her own.
"What on earth are you talking about?! Why would I lie over something like that?! Of course I'm not Kikyou because I'm Higurashi Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She shouted back
Inu Yasha cringed, and took one step back.
Kagome continued, "What do you think you were doing, frightening people like that?! Why do you need to shout, you BAKA!"
…?! …!!
How could it be possible…and yet, one closer look at the girl…
Inu Yasha recovered slightly, and having realized that he, indeed, had made a mistake, turned his head away. "You're right, "he muttered. "You're not Kikyou. You cannot possibly be Kikyou. How could I mistake you for her? She's so much more feminine and graceful than you are."
And without so much as an apology, he walked off.
N-N-N-NANI….?!
"Hey!" cried Kagome, an angry vein popping at the side of her head. "What's THAT supposed to mean? Where are you going?! We're not yet through here! HEY!!!"
And she began to follow him to the other building.
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Still thinking about the next move. Actually I'm trying to borrow situations from the manga as accurately as possible to fit into the story. More to come! (