Oooooooook! Second Chappie is up:woot: Sorry for the wait y'all. I was sick all week and have a horrible headache. XD May be some Kikyo bashing! Whee. Well anyway…on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Inu-yasha. Please don't sue me I have no money.

LAST TIME:

"As most of you know, we will be starting a project today on compounds. I have written down your assigned partnerships on the chalkboard, please move so you are sitting next to your partner."

Hojo glanced up at the chalkboards, then gave Kagome a friendly smile. "Bye Kagome-san." He waved and left, sitting down next to someone else nearer to the front of the room. Kagome looked up at the chalkboard as well. Her eyes widened. "No way in hell…"

CHAPTER 2: PROJECTS AND POETRY

Kagome let out a long, passionate groan and banged her head forcefully on her desk. Why me? She whined to herself in her head and sighed. What have I done to deserve this? Groaning once more she lifted her head and glanced across the room to see Inu-yasha with a scowl on his face. His hard, amber eyes bore into the chalkboard and a low growl-like sound emerged from his throat.

After a moment of initial schock, he strode over huffily and sat beside Kagome who quickly broke the icy silence. "Wow my first day of school and I'm already being 'rewarded'. Do they always treat new kids so nicely?" She gave in to the urge to roll her eyes.

Inu-yasha sneered nastily in return. "You're so funny."

Kagome 'hmphed' and pouted childishly for a minute. She looked up at him wearily. "So…what are we s'posed to do for this project anyway?"

"We're supposed to make a stable compound with five different elements using our knowledge of the compatibility of said elements." (A/N No idea if teacher's would actually ever do this considering it sounds very dangerous.)

A blank look briefly crossed Kagome's face. "Oi…I have some studying to do." Inu-yasha gave a small, disgusted snort and rolled his eyes nonchalantly. Kagome gave him a heated glare. "Hey, if we're gonna be partners you need to lighten up."

A small scoff sounded in her ear. "Me?" Inu-yasha leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Whatever." Scalding words hot on her tongue, Kagome opened her mouth, about to scream at him when the teacher's voice cut through the air.

"Ok settle down class." He waited for everyone's attention. "Now this is strictly a home project. I repeat, you will not be given class time to complete it so I suggest you set up days to work at each others houses."

Inu-yasha grumbled. "Great."

Suddenly the bell tolled loudly and the teacher clapped his hands together. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Remember the project is due on MONDAY. And don't forget the essay that goes along with it. Class dismissed." Students then proceeded to stampede out of the classroom like frightened cattle, eager to chat with friends during passing period. Kagome gathered her stuff up neatly and headed for the door.

"Excuse me…Miss Higurashi?"

Kagome turned around in surprise.

The teacher continued. "May I have a word?"

Kagome nodded and walked over to his desk a bit awkwardly. Her mind was a buzz. What did I do wrong? There's NO WAY I got in trouble on my first day of school!

Gazing around to make sure all other students had left, the teacher smiled. "Now…I hear you're a straight A student, is that correct?"

Kagome nodded again, slightly confused. "Um…yes…"

Taking a pencil between his fingers and tapping against the desk absentmindedly, the teacher faltered slightly, then began to talk in a slightly hushed voice. "I'm guessing you may have noticed your partner's…erm….temper problem?"

"Ya…"

"I paired him with you in hopes that you could be sort of a role model. We're not sure why, but his average and temperament have both decreased rapidly in the last month, not that he was ever an…'easy' student. We tried to get him to talk to a councilor but he's a stubborn kid. Could you just…watch out for him? Help him out a bit, talk to him?"

Slightly taken aback, Kagome raised her eyebrows. "Um…ok. Sure." Why did they want HER to help him? She barely knew the guy! And what's more, he was a jerk. What am I getting myself into? She inwardly cringed; knowing nothing good could come of this.

Failing to notice Kagome's slight look of pain, the teacher adjusted his glasses, smiling warmly. "Thank you, you may leave now." With a small nod, she left the room, still pondering over what was going on. Ahead of her, she could see the grumpmeister, as she had so sardonically dubbed him, stomping down the hallway. Grimacing, she caught up.

Seeing the girl's presence at his side, Inu-yasha rolled his eyes and diverted his gaze. Kagome narrowed her eyes for a slight second but then forced a friendly smile. "Listen…I think we got off on a bad start but…if we're gonna be partners we need to get along ok?" All that statement got her was a peeved look. Nervously, she went on. "…ok…so anyway…who's house are we gonna work at and when?" Amazingly, the question got an answer.

Inu-yasha's eyes snapped onto her own and he said in a sharp tone, "We can't go to my house. It's under renovation all week."

Blinking in surprise at the sudden answer, Kagome gave him a sheepish look. "Oook…how about my house then…erm…you free tonight?"

He gave a small shrug. "Ya."

A smile lit Kagome's face and she fished in her pocket for a scrap piece of paper, took a pen from her binder, and scribbled her address down. Handing him the paper, she stated casually "Alright, you can come by around 4:00"

Roughly, the frowning boy took the paper from her with, she noticed, calloused hands. "Fine."

Satisfied, Kagome glanced at her schedule. "Hmm. Language Arts. Well see ya later Inu-yasha-san." She gave a small flounce and walked away, his annoyed gaze on her back the whole way.

After a few minutes of glancing between door numbers and schedule, Kagome found the right room and tentatively went inside. Miroku was waiting. "Hey sweetheart!" His charmed voice rang across the room. Sweatdropping, Kagome waved and sat next to him. "How was science?"

"…interesting…"

A large grin spread across the boy's face. "Who's you're partner for the project?"

Miroku chuckled slightly when he saw the face she made. She sighed. "Inu-yasha-san."

"That lucky jerk! He gets all the fun." Miroku laughed heartily. "I'm sure you'll have fun with his temper."

Kagome rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Suuuuuure…" A moment of silence followed. "So…what are we doing in this class?"

With sweeping, graceful movements, Miroku struck a dramatic pose. "Why, 'tis poetry my dear."

With a giggle, Kagome watched as he elegantly sat himself on his desk, looking for all the world like a brooding man who had jumped out of one of Shakespeare's plays. Hm…he could make a good actor… Kagome mused silently to herself and continued with an amused smile. "I see. What about?"

Finally shedding his mimicked grace, Miroku shrugged. "Anything really."

An all too familiar sigh left Kagome's lips. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a writer…"

Miroku transferred his body to the top of her desk now, grinning wolfishly. "Oh that's alright. If you're free later I could come by and, y'know, help you out." He winked flirtingly.

Suddenly something hard hit him over the head and he tumbled onto the floor with a yelp. Pulling himself up quickly, he glared at the cause of the pain. "Kagura!"

Said girl rolled her eyes dramatically and whacked him again. "Oh come off it lech! Stop harassing the new girl."

"Oww…I was just being friendly!"

Kagura shook her head and looked at Kagome with an apologetic smile. "You mustn't mind him." Kagome sweatdropped.

A moment later, the teacher entered and clapped twice, causing everyone to launch into their seats from wherever they had been standing. As everyone became settled, the door slammed open and a girl walked in. She had long black hair, done up so to strands came back from her face to flow into the rest of her hair which was tied together near the bottom. She wore a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans, jewelry donning her neck, ears, and fingers. Her face seemed to have been drowned in makeup, following suit, it smelled like she had been drowned in perfume. (A/N Two things I hate with a passion. Ok peeps there's no reason to wear makeup to school in the first place especially not overdoses of it and perfume should stay locked away where no one else can smell it. There's no need to spray half the bottle on yourself at school thanks very much.)

The teacher cornered the unfortunate girl (A/N Doesn't mean I feel sorry for her) like a wolf cornering its prey. "Why are you late AGAIN Kikyo?"

Kikyo whimpered and mumbled "I was in the bathroom."

Glancing at her makeup, the teacher shook her head. "Detention."

"What? You can't give me detention!"

A death glare turned its gaze on Kikyo. "Oh yes I can."

"But—"

"DETENTION!" Kikyo nodded dumbly, took the offered slip, and promptly seated herself. Collecting herself the teacher turned to the rest of the class. "Ok. Who would like to read their poem first? Anyone?" The class, like all classes, was still. A frustrated sigh sounded from the teacher. She peered around. "Miroku, how about you? Let's hear your poem."

Standing and clearing his throat, Miroku began.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Wheeeeee……ok well I haven't decided yet but I think Miroku shall be extremely good at poetry and the teacher shall be cooing about how everyone should be more like him or something. Ha that should be interesting lol. Send me your ideas plz, I greatly appreciate them! Bbye.

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