Dokyusei
by
Nana
Chapter 3
Sukebe
"Hey!" cried Kagome, marching behind the fuming boy as he quickly got into the main building.
Why this rude, unspeakable…creep! Thought Kagome. After putting me through that shouting tirade, now he thinks he can just walk off and pretend nothing's happened…? NOT A CHANCE!!!!
And what was all that about a certain Kikyou? Although her encounter with this Inu Yasha had not exactly been pleasant, Kagome really could not say it had not been interesting.
Inu Yasha stopped only when he realized they were starting to attract attention. He whipped around, growling, "Just how long are you going to follow me around? If it's an apology you want, you may as well not bother: you're not going to get one!"
Kagome could feel the hair on her nape stand on end. "Why you…you…!" She cast around for something really, really bad to say. Finally she settled for--"you…FREAK!!! You insolent jerk! For your information, I'm heading for the cafeteria!"
Inu Yasha let out a smirk. "Feh! Well if you're not following me what're you doing here? The cafeteria is down the hall!"
"Well, excuse me! I'm NEW HERE!" Kagome could not help but snap.
"Fine. Have it your way," Inu Yasha said, his tone growing almost bored. "It's not like I care or anything."
He turned away and walked off. Kagome could sense that her breathing had gone all erratic. With difficulty, she forced her balled fists to relax. With as much dignity as she could muster, she turned away and headed back where they came from, her chin lifted in the air.
Inu Yasha heard her go, and it was not until he was sure she had turned the corner and disappeared did he risk looking back at the corridor behind him.
That girl…
"Of course I'm not Kikyou because I'm Higurashi Kagome. KA-GO-ME!"
She had looked so very much like HER, and yet she was so different. And the fact that he had missed that on first sight was enough to unnerve him terribly.
"Kagome," he whispered, his tone almost apologetic.
Half a building away, the bearer of that name was not feeling at all charitable with the guy in question.
Why that miserable little…demon! She thought furiously as she yanked open the door and got into the cafeteria.
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"…and with Ayaki going over that aspect of possible fallacies the other team might make, we're practically covered," said the rotund boy gleefully, pouring through his notes.
His pony-tailed companion sighed. "Whatever," he said dully, his chin in his hand.
"But, Fukuzawa-sama," whined the bespectacled boy in a high-pitched, wavering voice, "don't you find this exciting?"
Miroku drew out another long-suffering sigh.
"Hachi, if you really want to do me a favor, you can start by shooing these…girls away," he said softly, motioning to his side with great subtlety. There, attached to his left arm seemingly like a barnacle to a ship, was a giggling girl as round and shapeless as Hachi. Beside her were two more of Miroku's ardent admirers, both not exactly along his line of interest.
Miroku struggled manfully to maintain a calm front as they pressed in, thrilled.
"Why do these things have to happen to me?" He wondered briefly.
A crash of metallic trays drew him out of his glum introspection, and as he saw the cause of the brief commotion among those queuing in line for food, he forgot all about his miserable lunch.
"Who," he asked, pointing, "is that?"
Hachi adjusted the thick, black rims of his glasses as he got a better look. "Hmm…never seen her before. Perhaps she's a new student, Fukuzawa-sama….Fukuzawa-sama?"
But Miroku was already gone.
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"Gomen nasai," Kagome said, embarrassed as a few people got down to help her with the trays she had knocked aside.
Oh, jeez! Did she have to lose all her marbles today?
She sighed unhappily as she got into line at the counter. She began piling food on her tray.
No use getting all worked up over a jerk like that, she thought, shaking her head. But, really, just who does he think he is…?!
She hardly gave her actions any thought, until somebody tapped her on the shoulder, and she heard a pleasant male voice distinctly say, "Hmm…from the look of things, would I be correct in my deduction that you're new here?"
She turned to see violet eyes smiling back at her. The boy was a good head taller than she was. A handsome, serene face, calm intelligent violet eyes…and dark hair tied at the back in a very teeny ponytail. Now where had she seen this guy before…?
Taking his cue from her confused look, he pointed to her tray. "You wouldn't be picking this vegetable if you've stayed here longer," he said simply. "Practically indigestible."
Kagome blinked. It's that debate team guy. The one Sango had her knife into. He followed her over to a vacant table and sat down across her.
"And do you always spot new people like this--thru the veggies they pick over lunch?" Kagome asked, smiling in spite of herself.
"Well, not really," said the guy thoughtfully. "But I could swear I know all the pretty girls around here."
He smiled when Kagome's faded, to be replaced by doubt and disbelief. He really is sukebe, isn't he?
"Fukuzawa Miroku," he said, sticking his hand out and catching hers easily. "And you must be…?"
"Higurashi…" Kagome was not sure she would want to say anything further.
"Higurashi. A heavenly name. Welcome to Sengoku High," he said seriously enough. "I realize that this is pretty soon, but I have a question--rather a request--for you to consider…"
Kagome felt his hand tighten around hers. "Higurashi, would you like to go out with me sometime?" He asked.
Kagome's eyes grew round and wide. Before she could pull away, he rushed in, "I know it's really very sudden, but even if it's just once…"
"You sure know how to charm a girl with your question," remarked a voice dryly from behind them.
Relieved, Kagome whipped around to find Sango there, a tray in hand.
Miroku blinked. Without missing a beat, he got up to say, "Ah! I have to admit this is a day for new faces. You're a new student as well?"
Kagome had to stifle a smile as she saw Sango's eyes narrow dangerously. Without taking her eyes off the lecherous creature, Sango said coldly, "Kagome, if you like there are OTHER tables where we can have a nice, peaceful lunch."
They left Miroku looking almost mesmerized.
Hachi soon rushed over. "Fukuzawa-sama!" he said.
"Hachi," said Miroku thoughtfully. "Who is that girl over there?"
Hachi turned to see Kagome and Sango laying down their trays on a nearby table. "You mean that girl with the long hair?" He asked.
"I mean that girl with the ponytail," said Miroku, and Hachi looked up as he noted the deceptively idle tone his boss was using.
"Oh. Her. Mikagi Sango?" Hachi rummaged around for his notes. "Not much on her--freshman, belongs to the track team. What do you want to know about her exactly?"
Miroku smirked. "Everything," he said.
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"I'm sorry," Sango sighed, shaking her head as she sat down.
"Sorry about what?" asked Kagome in surprise.
"Him," Sango made a small, derisive toss of the head to indicate Fukuzawa Miroku. "I mean, a few minutes a new girl gets left alone here and all the weirdos of this school just come rushing in…"
Weirdos of this school…
Which reminded her…
"Sango-chan, do you know anyone named Kikyou?"
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Sukebe= lecherous (in Miroku's case, the usual stuff ()
by
Nana
Chapter 3
Sukebe
"Hey!" cried Kagome, marching behind the fuming boy as he quickly got into the main building.
Why this rude, unspeakable…creep! Thought Kagome. After putting me through that shouting tirade, now he thinks he can just walk off and pretend nothing's happened…? NOT A CHANCE!!!!
And what was all that about a certain Kikyou? Although her encounter with this Inu Yasha had not exactly been pleasant, Kagome really could not say it had not been interesting.
Inu Yasha stopped only when he realized they were starting to attract attention. He whipped around, growling, "Just how long are you going to follow me around? If it's an apology you want, you may as well not bother: you're not going to get one!"
Kagome could feel the hair on her nape stand on end. "Why you…you…!" She cast around for something really, really bad to say. Finally she settled for--"you…FREAK!!! You insolent jerk! For your information, I'm heading for the cafeteria!"
Inu Yasha let out a smirk. "Feh! Well if you're not following me what're you doing here? The cafeteria is down the hall!"
"Well, excuse me! I'm NEW HERE!" Kagome could not help but snap.
"Fine. Have it your way," Inu Yasha said, his tone growing almost bored. "It's not like I care or anything."
He turned away and walked off. Kagome could sense that her breathing had gone all erratic. With difficulty, she forced her balled fists to relax. With as much dignity as she could muster, she turned away and headed back where they came from, her chin lifted in the air.
Inu Yasha heard her go, and it was not until he was sure she had turned the corner and disappeared did he risk looking back at the corridor behind him.
That girl…
"Of course I'm not Kikyou because I'm Higurashi Kagome. KA-GO-ME!"
She had looked so very much like HER, and yet she was so different. And the fact that he had missed that on first sight was enough to unnerve him terribly.
"Kagome," he whispered, his tone almost apologetic.
Half a building away, the bearer of that name was not feeling at all charitable with the guy in question.
Why that miserable little…demon! She thought furiously as she yanked open the door and got into the cafeteria.
************
"…and with Ayaki going over that aspect of possible fallacies the other team might make, we're practically covered," said the rotund boy gleefully, pouring through his notes.
His pony-tailed companion sighed. "Whatever," he said dully, his chin in his hand.
"But, Fukuzawa-sama," whined the bespectacled boy in a high-pitched, wavering voice, "don't you find this exciting?"
Miroku drew out another long-suffering sigh.
"Hachi, if you really want to do me a favor, you can start by shooing these…girls away," he said softly, motioning to his side with great subtlety. There, attached to his left arm seemingly like a barnacle to a ship, was a giggling girl as round and shapeless as Hachi. Beside her were two more of Miroku's ardent admirers, both not exactly along his line of interest.
Miroku struggled manfully to maintain a calm front as they pressed in, thrilled.
"Why do these things have to happen to me?" He wondered briefly.
A crash of metallic trays drew him out of his glum introspection, and as he saw the cause of the brief commotion among those queuing in line for food, he forgot all about his miserable lunch.
"Who," he asked, pointing, "is that?"
Hachi adjusted the thick, black rims of his glasses as he got a better look. "Hmm…never seen her before. Perhaps she's a new student, Fukuzawa-sama….Fukuzawa-sama?"
But Miroku was already gone.
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"Gomen nasai," Kagome said, embarrassed as a few people got down to help her with the trays she had knocked aside.
Oh, jeez! Did she have to lose all her marbles today?
She sighed unhappily as she got into line at the counter. She began piling food on her tray.
No use getting all worked up over a jerk like that, she thought, shaking her head. But, really, just who does he think he is…?!
She hardly gave her actions any thought, until somebody tapped her on the shoulder, and she heard a pleasant male voice distinctly say, "Hmm…from the look of things, would I be correct in my deduction that you're new here?"
She turned to see violet eyes smiling back at her. The boy was a good head taller than she was. A handsome, serene face, calm intelligent violet eyes…and dark hair tied at the back in a very teeny ponytail. Now where had she seen this guy before…?
Taking his cue from her confused look, he pointed to her tray. "You wouldn't be picking this vegetable if you've stayed here longer," he said simply. "Practically indigestible."
Kagome blinked. It's that debate team guy. The one Sango had her knife into. He followed her over to a vacant table and sat down across her.
"And do you always spot new people like this--thru the veggies they pick over lunch?" Kagome asked, smiling in spite of herself.
"Well, not really," said the guy thoughtfully. "But I could swear I know all the pretty girls around here."
He smiled when Kagome's faded, to be replaced by doubt and disbelief. He really is sukebe, isn't he?
"Fukuzawa Miroku," he said, sticking his hand out and catching hers easily. "And you must be…?"
"Higurashi…" Kagome was not sure she would want to say anything further.
"Higurashi. A heavenly name. Welcome to Sengoku High," he said seriously enough. "I realize that this is pretty soon, but I have a question--rather a request--for you to consider…"
Kagome felt his hand tighten around hers. "Higurashi, would you like to go out with me sometime?" He asked.
Kagome's eyes grew round and wide. Before she could pull away, he rushed in, "I know it's really very sudden, but even if it's just once…"
"You sure know how to charm a girl with your question," remarked a voice dryly from behind them.
Relieved, Kagome whipped around to find Sango there, a tray in hand.
Miroku blinked. Without missing a beat, he got up to say, "Ah! I have to admit this is a day for new faces. You're a new student as well?"
Kagome had to stifle a smile as she saw Sango's eyes narrow dangerously. Without taking her eyes off the lecherous creature, Sango said coldly, "Kagome, if you like there are OTHER tables where we can have a nice, peaceful lunch."
They left Miroku looking almost mesmerized.
Hachi soon rushed over. "Fukuzawa-sama!" he said.
"Hachi," said Miroku thoughtfully. "Who is that girl over there?"
Hachi turned to see Kagome and Sango laying down their trays on a nearby table. "You mean that girl with the long hair?" He asked.
"I mean that girl with the ponytail," said Miroku, and Hachi looked up as he noted the deceptively idle tone his boss was using.
"Oh. Her. Mikagi Sango?" Hachi rummaged around for his notes. "Not much on her--freshman, belongs to the track team. What do you want to know about her exactly?"
Miroku smirked. "Everything," he said.
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"I'm sorry," Sango sighed, shaking her head as she sat down.
"Sorry about what?" asked Kagome in surprise.
"Him," Sango made a small, derisive toss of the head to indicate Fukuzawa Miroku. "I mean, a few minutes a new girl gets left alone here and all the weirdos of this school just come rushing in…"
Weirdos of this school…
Which reminded her…
"Sango-chan, do you know anyone named Kikyou?"
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Sukebe= lecherous (in Miroku's case, the usual stuff ()