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The High Rankers
Chapter Two: Inu-Yasha, a Commoner
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::Beep, beep, beep::
Inu-Yasha yawned, turning over on his bed.
::Beep, beep, beep::
His eyebrow ticked as he pulled his black covers over his head.
::Beep, beep, beep::
Inu-Yasha growled as he tried to cover his sensitive dog ears with his pillow.
::Beep, beep, SMASH::
Drawing his fist back under the covers, Inu-Yasha wondered, 'Why the hell did I set the alarm on Sunday?'
It took him five seconds.
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
"HOLY SHIT!!! I'M LATE AGAIN!!!"
Scrambling out of bed, he pulled out a pair of baggy camouflage pants and a black muscle shirt. He quickly threw them on while running to the bathroom. Inu-Yasha brushed his teeth (fangs), quickly brushed his silver hair, splashed his face with cold water to wake himself up, and ran out. He grabbed his backpack and a pop tart, said bye to his mom and dad, stepped into his shoes and ran out.
Three seconds later, he ran back in and picked up his keys from the kitchen table.
"See yah!!" He yelled.
His father smiled, despite the fact that his youngest son was late for school again. Then he went back to sipping coffee and reading the morning paper. Inu-Yasha's mother chuckled to herself while frying some eggs.
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"Shit!" Inu-Yasha cursed as he ran.
At the curb, Inu-Yasha's frown turned into a grin as he saw his best pal Miroku walking towards school. He slowed down.
"Late too, Miro?"
Miroku turned his head. "Hey Yasha. How's it going?"
Inu-Yasha sighed as he walked beside his friend. "Nothing really...just late."
"Did yah hear?"
"Hear about what?" Inu-Yasha asked as the high school came into view. Good ol' Tokyo High. ...Yeah right.
"You don't know!? There's a rumour going around that Kagome Higurashi enrolled in the school!! Kagome Higurashi, at our school!"
Inu-Yasha's eyes widened. "Seriously? You mean...Kagome, Koto Higurashi's daughter?"
Miroku snorted. "Who else!?"
They walked up the high school steps, through the main doors, and down the hallway.
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes. "Keh...there could have been another Kagome Higurashi."
Miroku shook his head. "If anyone tried to name themselves Kagome Higurashi, you know what would happen..."
Inu-Yasha winced. "Something...bad..."
Miroku nodded. "Either they 'mysteriously' go bankrupt, or nasty rumours are all over the news about them..."
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "Well, either way, she's just another stuck-up bitch who relies on 'daddy'."
Miroku smiled slightly. "You really don't listen to the news, do you?"
"Huh?" Inu-Yasha asked dumbly as the two came to room 2-1. Their schedule's were exactly the same.
Miroku opened the door.
"Late again, you two?" The teacher asked.
"Sorry, won't happen again." Miroku said in a light tone.
The strict woman raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? That's what you said last time. Once more and I'll have you two in detention."
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat at the very back. First period, always so boring...
Just then, the door opened again.
Gasps sounded through the classroom. Inu-Yasha was writing random words on his desk. He ignored the footsteps that told him someone was walking to the front of the class.
"Oh my god..." He heard someone whisper. "It's actually her!!"
"I can't believe this! I never thought I'd meet her in person!!"
"This is so cool! I'm getting her autograph..."
"Hey, do you have a pen? I can't find mine..."
"She's hot!"
The teacher stuttered for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Class, settle down. Well – uh – it's an honour having you in my class, miss. Class, please welcome Miss Kagome Higurashi."
Inu-Yasha's head shot up. The rumours were true!? The rich, beautiful, smart, charming Kagome Higurashi was actually attending Tokyo High – and HIS class!?
At the front of the room, dressed in a red sleeveless top, beige capris and tan high heeled boots, was Kagome Higurashi.
"Hi Kagome!" The class chorused in unison. Kagome smiled and waved.
"Umm...where shall we put you? There's an empty seat beside...Sango."
The girl called Sango raised her hand and waved. Kagome smiled, walked over and sat down.
"Hi!" Sango greeted, smiling widely.
"Hey." Kagome greeted back.
"I can't believe this! I'm actually meeting you in person...wow!" Sango exclaimed softly, afraid the teacher would hear her. The teacher did. However, her reaction was unexpected.
"Well...why don't we take this class period to get to know Miss Higurashi?"
"Umm...Kagome is fine, ma'am."
"Oh, well, Kagome then! You can just call me Tsubaki!" Clearing her throat, she pulled out a notebook and pen, and walked over to Kagome.
"Say, could I have your autograph?" She asked smoothly.
"Uuh...sure."
Taking the notebook and pen, she signed 'Kagome Higurashi'.
"Thank you!!" Tsubaki smiled and retreated to her front desk.
'Ok...maybe this wasn't such a good idea...'
Students looked at each other before suddenly springing out of their seats and crowding around Kagome.
Inu-Yasha stared blankly. Kagome Higurashi...attending Tokyo High...in his class...in HIS class...
Miroku came running over to his desk. "Wanna come? I'm going to talk to her."
Inu-Yasha snapped out of his stupor. "Feh! No, who's want to talk to that bitch? Stupid stuck-up rich people..."
A girl whipped around. "Did you just call Kagome a bitch!?" She hissed at him.
Inu-Yasha yawned. "Yeah. What about it?"
The girl named Yura narrowed her eyes. "I can get you in so much trouble...be thankful I'm generous."
Inu-Yasha coughed, but it sounded strangely like 'Yeah right'.
Meanwhile, Kagome was being bombarded with questions and comments.
"Oh, I've heard all about you, Kagome! You've even got your own section in Tokyo Times!"
"Will you sign this? ...Thanks!"
"Is that shirt from Zara? I've been to that store a few times!"
"I love your shoes!!"
"You're wearing Chanel perfume, right?"
"I love your shoes!!!"
Kagome smiled while she sweatdropped. The preppy girls were all staring at Kagome with stars in their eyes. It was obvious she was their idol.
"Oh my god, Kagome!" Yura sat down in a chair beside Kagome.
"Please tell me what brand those bottoms are!" Yura begged.
Kagome looked at her capris. "These? Umm...Gucci, I think."
Yura's eyes bugged out. "...Cost?"
Kagome put a finger to her chin. "Not much...I think around $2000 or so..."
Yura was silent. "O-okay! Thanks!"
Once Kagome ha finished talking to the whole crowd, she turned to Sango.
"Sorry...I just wanted to get that over with. So, your name's Sango, right?"
Sango nodded and smiled. "I've heard all about you! Wow, I really can't believe I'm actually seeing you in person!"
Miroku walked over. "Hello, Kagome. My name is Miroku. Would you do me honour of bearing my child?"
Kagome blinked. "Excuse me?"
Sango glared at him. 'Take that back!' She mouthed.
Miroku gulped. "Uuh...nevermind. Would you like to meet my friend?"
"Sure. What's his name?"
"Inu-Yasha. Hey, Yasha, come over here!!" Miroku yelled across the room. Grumbling, his friend shuffled over.
"Hey. I'm Kagome, nice to meet you." Kagome smiled warmly at him.
"Drop the act," Inu-Yasha spat.
Miroku whapped him over the head as Sango slapped him across the face.
Kagome blinked. "...act?"
Inu-Yasha shoved his two friends away. "Yeah, act." He growled. "You're all little miss nice, but you're actually a stuck-up bitch, aren't you?"
Kagome had no idea how to react. No one had ever called her a bitch in her whole life.
Instead, she turned away. "Maybe...to you people. If you can call wanting to live a normal life being a stuck-up bitch..."
Inu-Yasha was silent for a moment. "Keh!"
Kagome smiled and stood up. "But I hope we can still be friends." She held up her hand for him to shake.
Inu-Yasha stared at her hand. Miroku sighed in exasperation. Grabbing Inu- Yasha's hand, he placed it in Kagome's.
"He'd love to be friends, Kagome."
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the 15 minute morning break.
"Oh, Kagome, want me to show you around?" Sango chirped.
"Sure. You can call me Kag if you want."
Sango grinned. "Alright, Kag."
The two girls exited the room, as did everyone else. Only Inu-Yasha and Miroku remained.
'But I hope we can still be friends.'
Maybe she wasn't that bad after all...
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The High Rankers
Chapter Two: Inu-Yasha, a Commoner
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.
.
.
::Beep, beep, beep::
Inu-Yasha yawned, turning over on his bed.
::Beep, beep, beep::
His eyebrow ticked as he pulled his black covers over his head.
::Beep, beep, beep::
Inu-Yasha growled as he tried to cover his sensitive dog ears with his pillow.
::Beep, beep, SMASH::
Drawing his fist back under the covers, Inu-Yasha wondered, 'Why the hell did I set the alarm on Sunday?'
It took him five seconds.
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
"HOLY SHIT!!! I'M LATE AGAIN!!!"
Scrambling out of bed, he pulled out a pair of baggy camouflage pants and a black muscle shirt. He quickly threw them on while running to the bathroom. Inu-Yasha brushed his teeth (fangs), quickly brushed his silver hair, splashed his face with cold water to wake himself up, and ran out. He grabbed his backpack and a pop tart, said bye to his mom and dad, stepped into his shoes and ran out.
Three seconds later, he ran back in and picked up his keys from the kitchen table.
"See yah!!" He yelled.
His father smiled, despite the fact that his youngest son was late for school again. Then he went back to sipping coffee and reading the morning paper. Inu-Yasha's mother chuckled to herself while frying some eggs.
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"Shit!" Inu-Yasha cursed as he ran.
At the curb, Inu-Yasha's frown turned into a grin as he saw his best pal Miroku walking towards school. He slowed down.
"Late too, Miro?"
Miroku turned his head. "Hey Yasha. How's it going?"
Inu-Yasha sighed as he walked beside his friend. "Nothing really...just late."
"Did yah hear?"
"Hear about what?" Inu-Yasha asked as the high school came into view. Good ol' Tokyo High. ...Yeah right.
"You don't know!? There's a rumour going around that Kagome Higurashi enrolled in the school!! Kagome Higurashi, at our school!"
Inu-Yasha's eyes widened. "Seriously? You mean...Kagome, Koto Higurashi's daughter?"
Miroku snorted. "Who else!?"
They walked up the high school steps, through the main doors, and down the hallway.
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes. "Keh...there could have been another Kagome Higurashi."
Miroku shook his head. "If anyone tried to name themselves Kagome Higurashi, you know what would happen..."
Inu-Yasha winced. "Something...bad..."
Miroku nodded. "Either they 'mysteriously' go bankrupt, or nasty rumours are all over the news about them..."
Inu-Yasha scoffed. "Well, either way, she's just another stuck-up bitch who relies on 'daddy'."
Miroku smiled slightly. "You really don't listen to the news, do you?"
"Huh?" Inu-Yasha asked dumbly as the two came to room 2-1. Their schedule's were exactly the same.
Miroku opened the door.
"Late again, you two?" The teacher asked.
"Sorry, won't happen again." Miroku said in a light tone.
The strict woman raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? That's what you said last time. Once more and I'll have you two in detention."
Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat at the very back. First period, always so boring...
Just then, the door opened again.
Gasps sounded through the classroom. Inu-Yasha was writing random words on his desk. He ignored the footsteps that told him someone was walking to the front of the class.
"Oh my god..." He heard someone whisper. "It's actually her!!"
"I can't believe this! I never thought I'd meet her in person!!"
"This is so cool! I'm getting her autograph..."
"Hey, do you have a pen? I can't find mine..."
"She's hot!"
The teacher stuttered for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Class, settle down. Well – uh – it's an honour having you in my class, miss. Class, please welcome Miss Kagome Higurashi."
Inu-Yasha's head shot up. The rumours were true!? The rich, beautiful, smart, charming Kagome Higurashi was actually attending Tokyo High – and HIS class!?
At the front of the room, dressed in a red sleeveless top, beige capris and tan high heeled boots, was Kagome Higurashi.
"Hi Kagome!" The class chorused in unison. Kagome smiled and waved.
"Umm...where shall we put you? There's an empty seat beside...Sango."
The girl called Sango raised her hand and waved. Kagome smiled, walked over and sat down.
"Hi!" Sango greeted, smiling widely.
"Hey." Kagome greeted back.
"I can't believe this! I'm actually meeting you in person...wow!" Sango exclaimed softly, afraid the teacher would hear her. The teacher did. However, her reaction was unexpected.
"Well...why don't we take this class period to get to know Miss Higurashi?"
"Umm...Kagome is fine, ma'am."
"Oh, well, Kagome then! You can just call me Tsubaki!" Clearing her throat, she pulled out a notebook and pen, and walked over to Kagome.
"Say, could I have your autograph?" She asked smoothly.
"Uuh...sure."
Taking the notebook and pen, she signed 'Kagome Higurashi'.
"Thank you!!" Tsubaki smiled and retreated to her front desk.
'Ok...maybe this wasn't such a good idea...'
Students looked at each other before suddenly springing out of their seats and crowding around Kagome.
Inu-Yasha stared blankly. Kagome Higurashi...attending Tokyo High...in his class...in HIS class...
Miroku came running over to his desk. "Wanna come? I'm going to talk to her."
Inu-Yasha snapped out of his stupor. "Feh! No, who's want to talk to that bitch? Stupid stuck-up rich people..."
A girl whipped around. "Did you just call Kagome a bitch!?" She hissed at him.
Inu-Yasha yawned. "Yeah. What about it?"
The girl named Yura narrowed her eyes. "I can get you in so much trouble...be thankful I'm generous."
Inu-Yasha coughed, but it sounded strangely like 'Yeah right'.
Meanwhile, Kagome was being bombarded with questions and comments.
"Oh, I've heard all about you, Kagome! You've even got your own section in Tokyo Times!"
"Will you sign this? ...Thanks!"
"Is that shirt from Zara? I've been to that store a few times!"
"I love your shoes!!"
"You're wearing Chanel perfume, right?"
"I love your shoes!!!"
Kagome smiled while she sweatdropped. The preppy girls were all staring at Kagome with stars in their eyes. It was obvious she was their idol.
"Oh my god, Kagome!" Yura sat down in a chair beside Kagome.
"Please tell me what brand those bottoms are!" Yura begged.
Kagome looked at her capris. "These? Umm...Gucci, I think."
Yura's eyes bugged out. "...Cost?"
Kagome put a finger to her chin. "Not much...I think around $2000 or so..."
Yura was silent. "O-okay! Thanks!"
Once Kagome ha finished talking to the whole crowd, she turned to Sango.
"Sorry...I just wanted to get that over with. So, your name's Sango, right?"
Sango nodded and smiled. "I've heard all about you! Wow, I really can't believe I'm actually seeing you in person!"
Miroku walked over. "Hello, Kagome. My name is Miroku. Would you do me honour of bearing my child?"
Kagome blinked. "Excuse me?"
Sango glared at him. 'Take that back!' She mouthed.
Miroku gulped. "Uuh...nevermind. Would you like to meet my friend?"
"Sure. What's his name?"
"Inu-Yasha. Hey, Yasha, come over here!!" Miroku yelled across the room. Grumbling, his friend shuffled over.
"Hey. I'm Kagome, nice to meet you." Kagome smiled warmly at him.
"Drop the act," Inu-Yasha spat.
Miroku whapped him over the head as Sango slapped him across the face.
Kagome blinked. "...act?"
Inu-Yasha shoved his two friends away. "Yeah, act." He growled. "You're all little miss nice, but you're actually a stuck-up bitch, aren't you?"
Kagome had no idea how to react. No one had ever called her a bitch in her whole life.
Instead, she turned away. "Maybe...to you people. If you can call wanting to live a normal life being a stuck-up bitch..."
Inu-Yasha was silent for a moment. "Keh!"
Kagome smiled and stood up. "But I hope we can still be friends." She held up her hand for him to shake.
Inu-Yasha stared at her hand. Miroku sighed in exasperation. Grabbing Inu- Yasha's hand, he placed it in Kagome's.
"He'd love to be friends, Kagome."
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the 15 minute morning break.
"Oh, Kagome, want me to show you around?" Sango chirped.
"Sure. You can call me Kag if you want."
Sango grinned. "Alright, Kag."
The two girls exited the room, as did everyone else. Only Inu-Yasha and Miroku remained.
'But I hope we can still be friends.'
Maybe she wasn't that bad after all...
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