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Inuki
Chapter Three :: Getting Along
Even if the 10th grade homeroom teacher for 1-B was Akihito, a short, pudgy little man with the temper the size of Godzilla, the third period math teacher, Kenko, was an overenergetic harpy of a man. He was a good teacher, nice and kind and forgiving, but he was annoying, as he was a very mild-mannered sort of guy. He never stopped grinning. And of course, overgaiety is a problem.
Especially when you babbled 'no da' after every sentence like a certain blue-haired one-eyed monk from some anime Kagome had seen on television once.
Kenko flashed those huge bogus fake white teeth at his class and squeaked in his harpy voice: "Okay cla~ass! Out with the ho~omewo~rk! Pages 23 through 28 of your ma~athbook na no da! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
There was the instant sound of paper being automatically whipped out of folders, just to shut him up, but Kagome noticed that Inuki hadn't even bothered to open his backpack. As Kenko came down the aisle to pick it up, he stopped at Inuki's desk and began in a singsong voice, "Yashagawa~a, didn't you hear me? I'm picking up your assi~gnme~nt no da. Let's have it."
"Didn't do it," Inuki said smoothly, leaning back in his chair, and Kenko pouted. "You do realize this is a ze~ro no da~?"
"Whatever," Inuki moped, lifting a claw to-- Kagome blinked. Claws??
Jeez, his fingernails were long. They weren't that long yesterday, not in the least, or else she would've noticed, especially since during the three minutes it took to finish the ramen, he'd drummed his fingers on the table. Very annoying.
Inuki mindlessly chewed on his forefinger, the other hand drumming against the desk, and with the growth of his nails, was making a very effective clacking noise, and it seemed to be getting on Kenko's nerves. The overexcitable teacher frowned and at that moment the entire class gawped. Kenko had actually STOPPED SMILING!
"If it's no problem to you, Yashagawa, I'll have you stand outside na no da!"
Inuki snorted and stood up in the chair, glaring down at the harpy. He was, after all, very tall, and intimidating when he got that glare that was once used to stare down enemies in the Sengoku Jidai. And then he stomped out of the class.
Kagome watched in agitation. Through 500 years of reincarnation, he hadn't changed a bit!! She sighed.
But part of her was very curious. Yesterday he'd seemed so studious... and now suddenly he was the class punk? Something was definitely off.
Especially since he had turned in the rest of his homework.
~*~
"And I couldn't believe he just...! Ah! It was scary! Nobody talks to Kenko-sensei like that!" Ayumi moaned, the other girls making soft noises of acquiescence.
"But even so, Yashagawa-kun is really cool, isn't he??" squeaked one of the more timid girls, blushing slightly, "His eyes are so brown, they're like chocloate, and then his hair is so long and he wears such tight shirts you can see his chest through them. Isn't he just wonderful?" Ayumi giggled. "Shiori-chan, you LIKE him!!!"
"N-n-n-not really..." Shiori squeaked again, her reddened cheeks belying her true feelings. Kagome, noting the direction the conversation was taking and never having been much for that sort of talk, began to drown out the sounds and turned her eyes to the field nearby.
Inuki was standing mid-field, a soccer ball held under his foot, alone against a team of five seniors, whom Kagome recognized as the captain and four best players on the school championship soccer team. The school's team had been on local TV once or twice in the past because of the championship games they often dominated. She had heard they were looking for new skill though, as the team had been lagging, and she wondered if Inuki was trying out.
She sighed. Show-off. Only Inuki would possibly enjoy putting himself against the top members of the school's team by himself. If his looks didn't prove he was Inuyasha reborn, his attitude and personality HAD to.
One of the coaches blew the whistle and instantly it was on, Inuki's black braid bouncing and waving as he darted through their defense, his lithe form slipping between them, all the while kicking towards the goal, and it was over in seconds.
He jumped forward, landing on one foot and bringing back the other in a wide, heavy kick that sent the ball whizzing past the goalie and sailing into the goal. Kagome heard a victory yell, complimented by murmurs of both aggravation from the team or awe from the ranks of girls who sidelined the field. Inuki grinned, throwing his arms into the air triumphantly. She smiled faintly.
*He's like him. Alot like him. But he's also so much more open with his feelings than Inuyasha was...* She allowed her smile to grow a bit wider.
~*~
"I said no already, what more do you want?" Inuki snarled, and Shiina sighed as he watched the other boy pack his things into his locker. "Oh, COME ON, man! You can't show off that much and then NOT play!" He grabbed his hands intently, causing the other boy's eyes to widen. "I'm begging you!!"
"I hope your hands are clean..." Inuki muttered under his breath, waving the senior off him. Then he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "In any case, I wasn't showing off, I was GOOFING off. You guys were the ones who jumped me in the middle of my game and asked me to try out."
Shiina nodded. "Because you'd be great!! You're better than all of the seniors out there, and I'd make you a starter if you wanted it! My point is, you could go far! You could probably get an academic scholarship! Screw that; you could make the national team!"
"And my point is that I don't want it," Inuki said, his face sincere. "I have work, I can't waste my energy playing games." He continued to rearrange his locker contents as he spoke. "I'm trying to save up some money to get a place of my own and I hafta work to get money. Hell-- as it is, I'm living with the daughter of a friend of my dead mother's. You think I have time to frickin' play soccer?"
"Practice is in the morning, on Monday and Wednesday. We have a game once a week, on Fridays." Inuki groaned and slammed the locker shut and Shiina grabbed his shoulder. "C'mon, man! You have to join something anyway or you won't get your extra credits to graduate."
Inuki sighed. "Fine. I'll join."
Shiina clapped his hands together, bouncing down the hallways. "Great! Thanks alot man, I SO owe you!" Inuki waved him away, annoyed, and continued down the hallway. He was halfway out of the school when he perked, noticing the familiar scent of honey and plumeria on the air. He turned to meet Kagome and she smiled at him.
"Finally picked something to join, huh?"
"Yeah, registrations and shit end tomorrow, figured I should just pick one." He looked at her. "What'd you pick?"
Nobly she responded: "Hospital volunteer work."
He facevaulted, looking almost bored. "Oh dear God, SIGN ME UP! I've had a change of heart and I wanna SAVE THE WORLD!! Could you have picked anything MORE BORING?"
"Possibly." she droned, kicking him in the shin, and he yelped, cursing aloud. As they walked Kagome looked sideways at him. "By the way, why didn't you do your math homework?"
Inuki snarled. "None of your business."
Kagome blinked, looking matter-of-fact. "You were so noble about it last night, and then you didn't even do it? You're going to get a rep as a slacker if you don't. And then even if you get an academic scholarship it's bye-bye birdie. Or doggy in this case."
"Shut up."
"You did all your other homework." She pressed again, and after awhile, Inuki looked down and mumbled something. ".....can't..."
Kagome leaned forward. "Eh?? Say that again, I don't think YOU heard it."
"I said I can't do it!" he yelled, and she noticed his face slightly red. He grit his teeth angrily. "I'm not good at math. Every year I just barely pass math class. I just can't do it." Kagome looked embarrassed for him for a moment. Then she raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you say something, I can help tutor you."
Inuki glared down at her. Then he pursed his lips together, his face still slightly pink. "You promise you won't laugh at me or anything if I sound stupid."
"Promise."
"AND you won't tell anyone!"
Kagome sighed. "I promise already! Do you want my help or not?!"
Inuki stared at his shoes as they walked, and then nodded. "Okay. After I get home from work." Kagome nodded, and then turned down one of the lanes towards the house while Inuki continued on. "See you later."
"Yeah yeah."
~*~
"......and that's how you get slope."
Inuki and Kagome were lost in a crowd of books and papers, facing one another over the table. Kagome had already finished her math assignment, but Inuki sat across from her, one freshly sharpened pencil stuck behind one ear and another in his hand, the eraser gone, the cause of that being his nibbling it to bits. She had already jokingly reprimanded him on taking out his frustrations on the poor No.2 pencil, but the way it was going, he was serious, and the poor pencil's days were numbered.
She felt a little bad for him; he was already exhausted. It was almost 3 in the morning, and ever since he got home at nine they had been doing their homework and studying math. She could see dark shadows etched under his eyes, and the sag in his broad shoulders. He yawned widely and nodded at her. "You take the A and divide it by the 3... plus one... sheep... 2 sheep... 3 sheep..." He sagged a little bit and Kagome stared at him. After a moment she reached out and gently poked his shoulder.
"Yashagawa-kun."
"I'm awake," he argued, snapping up intently, and he set himself over his notebook determinedly.
Three seconds later he was out for the count.
Kagome stared at him for a moment before she stood up and walked around to the closet, pulling out a spare blanket. She carefully draped it over his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his face for a little too long. She blushed, pulling away, and flicked the lights off, leaving a nearby lamp on.
"Goodnight, Yashagawa-kun."
~*~ To be continued ~*~
a/n :: Re-view~! Re-view~! It helps if you review! La la la la la la la la~ Re-view! Review review review~! (A parody of the Seven Dwarves' song brought to you by Tessenchan ^-^ ) Did you enjoy it? Inuki-kun has a weakness~! ^______^ (I also read way too much MARS, a good deal of this chappie's scenes were inspired by Rei Kashino-sama! Yum~)
You get fluff in the next one! (not anything extravagant, I don't want this to turn into Miaka and Tamahome, you know?) Anyway, as I sang before, review and lemme know! Okie, ja~!
~*~ V^-^V ~*~
~Tessen
Disclaimer:: Standard twinkies apply. o_0;;; Wait a minnit, twinkies...??
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Inuki
Chapter Three :: Getting Along
Even if the 10th grade homeroom teacher for 1-B was Akihito, a short, pudgy little man with the temper the size of Godzilla, the third period math teacher, Kenko, was an overenergetic harpy of a man. He was a good teacher, nice and kind and forgiving, but he was annoying, as he was a very mild-mannered sort of guy. He never stopped grinning. And of course, overgaiety is a problem.
Especially when you babbled 'no da' after every sentence like a certain blue-haired one-eyed monk from some anime Kagome had seen on television once.
Kenko flashed those huge bogus fake white teeth at his class and squeaked in his harpy voice: "Okay cla~ass! Out with the ho~omewo~rk! Pages 23 through 28 of your ma~athbook na no da! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
There was the instant sound of paper being automatically whipped out of folders, just to shut him up, but Kagome noticed that Inuki hadn't even bothered to open his backpack. As Kenko came down the aisle to pick it up, he stopped at Inuki's desk and began in a singsong voice, "Yashagawa~a, didn't you hear me? I'm picking up your assi~gnme~nt no da. Let's have it."
"Didn't do it," Inuki said smoothly, leaning back in his chair, and Kenko pouted. "You do realize this is a ze~ro no da~?"
"Whatever," Inuki moped, lifting a claw to-- Kagome blinked. Claws??
Jeez, his fingernails were long. They weren't that long yesterday, not in the least, or else she would've noticed, especially since during the three minutes it took to finish the ramen, he'd drummed his fingers on the table. Very annoying.
Inuki mindlessly chewed on his forefinger, the other hand drumming against the desk, and with the growth of his nails, was making a very effective clacking noise, and it seemed to be getting on Kenko's nerves. The overexcitable teacher frowned and at that moment the entire class gawped. Kenko had actually STOPPED SMILING!
"If it's no problem to you, Yashagawa, I'll have you stand outside na no da!"
Inuki snorted and stood up in the chair, glaring down at the harpy. He was, after all, very tall, and intimidating when he got that glare that was once used to stare down enemies in the Sengoku Jidai. And then he stomped out of the class.
Kagome watched in agitation. Through 500 years of reincarnation, he hadn't changed a bit!! She sighed.
But part of her was very curious. Yesterday he'd seemed so studious... and now suddenly he was the class punk? Something was definitely off.
Especially since he had turned in the rest of his homework.
~*~
"And I couldn't believe he just...! Ah! It was scary! Nobody talks to Kenko-sensei like that!" Ayumi moaned, the other girls making soft noises of acquiescence.
"But even so, Yashagawa-kun is really cool, isn't he??" squeaked one of the more timid girls, blushing slightly, "His eyes are so brown, they're like chocloate, and then his hair is so long and he wears such tight shirts you can see his chest through them. Isn't he just wonderful?" Ayumi giggled. "Shiori-chan, you LIKE him!!!"
"N-n-n-not really..." Shiori squeaked again, her reddened cheeks belying her true feelings. Kagome, noting the direction the conversation was taking and never having been much for that sort of talk, began to drown out the sounds and turned her eyes to the field nearby.
Inuki was standing mid-field, a soccer ball held under his foot, alone against a team of five seniors, whom Kagome recognized as the captain and four best players on the school championship soccer team. The school's team had been on local TV once or twice in the past because of the championship games they often dominated. She had heard they were looking for new skill though, as the team had been lagging, and she wondered if Inuki was trying out.
She sighed. Show-off. Only Inuki would possibly enjoy putting himself against the top members of the school's team by himself. If his looks didn't prove he was Inuyasha reborn, his attitude and personality HAD to.
One of the coaches blew the whistle and instantly it was on, Inuki's black braid bouncing and waving as he darted through their defense, his lithe form slipping between them, all the while kicking towards the goal, and it was over in seconds.
He jumped forward, landing on one foot and bringing back the other in a wide, heavy kick that sent the ball whizzing past the goalie and sailing into the goal. Kagome heard a victory yell, complimented by murmurs of both aggravation from the team or awe from the ranks of girls who sidelined the field. Inuki grinned, throwing his arms into the air triumphantly. She smiled faintly.
*He's like him. Alot like him. But he's also so much more open with his feelings than Inuyasha was...* She allowed her smile to grow a bit wider.
~*~
"I said no already, what more do you want?" Inuki snarled, and Shiina sighed as he watched the other boy pack his things into his locker. "Oh, COME ON, man! You can't show off that much and then NOT play!" He grabbed his hands intently, causing the other boy's eyes to widen. "I'm begging you!!"
"I hope your hands are clean..." Inuki muttered under his breath, waving the senior off him. Then he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "In any case, I wasn't showing off, I was GOOFING off. You guys were the ones who jumped me in the middle of my game and asked me to try out."
Shiina nodded. "Because you'd be great!! You're better than all of the seniors out there, and I'd make you a starter if you wanted it! My point is, you could go far! You could probably get an academic scholarship! Screw that; you could make the national team!"
"And my point is that I don't want it," Inuki said, his face sincere. "I have work, I can't waste my energy playing games." He continued to rearrange his locker contents as he spoke. "I'm trying to save up some money to get a place of my own and I hafta work to get money. Hell-- as it is, I'm living with the daughter of a friend of my dead mother's. You think I have time to frickin' play soccer?"
"Practice is in the morning, on Monday and Wednesday. We have a game once a week, on Fridays." Inuki groaned and slammed the locker shut and Shiina grabbed his shoulder. "C'mon, man! You have to join something anyway or you won't get your extra credits to graduate."
Inuki sighed. "Fine. I'll join."
Shiina clapped his hands together, bouncing down the hallways. "Great! Thanks alot man, I SO owe you!" Inuki waved him away, annoyed, and continued down the hallway. He was halfway out of the school when he perked, noticing the familiar scent of honey and plumeria on the air. He turned to meet Kagome and she smiled at him.
"Finally picked something to join, huh?"
"Yeah, registrations and shit end tomorrow, figured I should just pick one." He looked at her. "What'd you pick?"
Nobly she responded: "Hospital volunteer work."
He facevaulted, looking almost bored. "Oh dear God, SIGN ME UP! I've had a change of heart and I wanna SAVE THE WORLD!! Could you have picked anything MORE BORING?"
"Possibly." she droned, kicking him in the shin, and he yelped, cursing aloud. As they walked Kagome looked sideways at him. "By the way, why didn't you do your math homework?"
Inuki snarled. "None of your business."
Kagome blinked, looking matter-of-fact. "You were so noble about it last night, and then you didn't even do it? You're going to get a rep as a slacker if you don't. And then even if you get an academic scholarship it's bye-bye birdie. Or doggy in this case."
"Shut up."
"You did all your other homework." She pressed again, and after awhile, Inuki looked down and mumbled something. ".....can't..."
Kagome leaned forward. "Eh?? Say that again, I don't think YOU heard it."
"I said I can't do it!" he yelled, and she noticed his face slightly red. He grit his teeth angrily. "I'm not good at math. Every year I just barely pass math class. I just can't do it." Kagome looked embarrassed for him for a moment. Then she raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you say something, I can help tutor you."
Inuki glared down at her. Then he pursed his lips together, his face still slightly pink. "You promise you won't laugh at me or anything if I sound stupid."
"Promise."
"AND you won't tell anyone!"
Kagome sighed. "I promise already! Do you want my help or not?!"
Inuki stared at his shoes as they walked, and then nodded. "Okay. After I get home from work." Kagome nodded, and then turned down one of the lanes towards the house while Inuki continued on. "See you later."
"Yeah yeah."
~*~
"......and that's how you get slope."
Inuki and Kagome were lost in a crowd of books and papers, facing one another over the table. Kagome had already finished her math assignment, but Inuki sat across from her, one freshly sharpened pencil stuck behind one ear and another in his hand, the eraser gone, the cause of that being his nibbling it to bits. She had already jokingly reprimanded him on taking out his frustrations on the poor No.2 pencil, but the way it was going, he was serious, and the poor pencil's days were numbered.
She felt a little bad for him; he was already exhausted. It was almost 3 in the morning, and ever since he got home at nine they had been doing their homework and studying math. She could see dark shadows etched under his eyes, and the sag in his broad shoulders. He yawned widely and nodded at her. "You take the A and divide it by the 3... plus one... sheep... 2 sheep... 3 sheep..." He sagged a little bit and Kagome stared at him. After a moment she reached out and gently poked his shoulder.
"Yashagawa-kun."
"I'm awake," he argued, snapping up intently, and he set himself over his notebook determinedly.
Three seconds later he was out for the count.
Kagome stared at him for a moment before she stood up and walked around to the closet, pulling out a spare blanket. She carefully draped it over his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his face for a little too long. She blushed, pulling away, and flicked the lights off, leaving a nearby lamp on.
"Goodnight, Yashagawa-kun."
~*~ To be continued ~*~
a/n :: Re-view~! Re-view~! It helps if you review! La la la la la la la la~ Re-view! Review review review~! (A parody of the Seven Dwarves' song brought to you by Tessenchan ^-^ ) Did you enjoy it? Inuki-kun has a weakness~! ^______^ (I also read way too much MARS, a good deal of this chappie's scenes were inspired by Rei Kashino-sama! Yum~)
You get fluff in the next one! (not anything extravagant, I don't want this to turn into Miaka and Tamahome, you know?) Anyway, as I sang before, review and lemme know! Okie, ja~!
~*~ V^-^V ~*~
~Tessen