Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
"Hey. Hey. C'mon, Inuyasha, get up."
"Grfwrrr" came the sleeping reply. Miroku sighed.
"You forced me into this," stated Miroku. He took a deep breath, steeling himself up to the task he now faced. He muttered a quick Buddhist prayer before reaching up to the top bunk where Inuyasha's prone form was still sleeping. He grabbed a long strand of hair and pulled.
Less than ten seconds later, Miroku was semi-conscious on the floor, bleeding from a head wound, as Inuyasha sat up in bed growling down at him, fist raised. "Bastard" he muttered before leaping down and heading to his dresser.
Miroku shook himself to clear his head and stood up. He straightened the clothes he had just put on; a navy blue button-down tee shirt with a purple long sleeve shirt underneath. Underneath that were slim fit black jeans, ending at his black K-Swiss shoes with navy stripes. With his freshly combed hair, he was the model of the fashionable young man.
Inuyasha glanced at the clock, realized he had about five minutes before Creative Writing started, and rapidly pulled on his baggy blue jeans. He slipped a plain white tee shirt on before throwing over himself a red weezer hoodie with the w symbol on the back above "If its too loud, then turn it down." Stepping into his all black DC shoes, he ignored his hair as raced out the door, Miroku hot on his heels.
They ran down the path towards the Literary Arts building, Inuyasha cursing all the while. They burst into the building, raced up the stairs to the second floor, and stumbled into their classroom just as the late bell rang. They quickly sat next to Sango and Kagome, near the windows.
They quickly exchanged "hellos." Kagome smiled at Inuyasha, who ignored her and looked as the teacher entered the classroom.
She was a beautiful young lady with long brown hair and matching eyes. She smiled at the class as she stood behind her desk. "Hello class," she said. "My name is Narusegawa Naru, and I'm you're Creative Writing teacher. I graduated from here myself, about two years ago."
She handed out their syllabi, which didn't seem too bad. It was all based on their creative personalities; short stories, poems, even a novella, and some reading assignments. No one was really intimidated by what lay ahead.
Narusegawa-san explained her grading beliefs, and told them not to be afraid of getting a bad grade. She was going to teach them some things, although she was mostly there to critique and offer helpful advice. She encouraged them to just follow their ideas before reviewing for technical errors and such.
The foursome left as a group, exchanging opinions on the class and teacher. Sango smacked Miroku as he made a lude comment on how he could gain extra credit. Kagome looked at the silent Inuyasha. "What do think, Inuyasha?"
He continued to look ahead. "Whatever. It's a class, and she's a teacher. It's pretty clear-cut, especially with the syllabus she handed out. Who cares about anything else?"
"You're a jerk," she snarled.
"And you're a stupid wench," he returned.
Although both were playing at insulting each other, deep down they knew it wasn't real. Yesterday's experience had brought them closer to each other, although they didn't really know it yet. Inuyasha had years of experience of being harsh, and it would take a long time for him to lose that attitude. But Kagome knew that was just what it was: an attitude. One that could be changed.
They split up at a cross path. Kagome and Inuyasha had Archaeology together, and Miroku and Sango had Feudal Cultural Studies. They would meet up for Introduction to Computers before heading to the cafeteria for some lunch.
The couple walked in silence. As Sango and Miroku left their eyesight, they heard a faint slap. Kagome giggled, as Inuyasha muttered, "Stupid lech"
They entered the History building, which housed their class on the first floor. Even Inuyasha blinked as he walked through the door. There were artifacts everywhereâ€on shelves, window ledges, glass cases, even on the (missing) teacher's desk. Many of them had a strange eye symbol on them, and all of them were old.
There was collection of old, sheathed katanas in one of the cases. One of them seemed to draw Inuyasha to it. His eyes widened. He took a step in its direction before he shook his head. What the hell? he thought to himself. Kagome looked at him. "Inuyasha?"
"I'mâ€fine," he growled. "C'mon, lets get some seats." They made their way over to the front row, by the teacher's desk. The other students arrived and sat down. They waited for the teacherâ€and waitedâ€and waited.
After fifteen minutes and still no teacher, people were getting up to leave. All of a sudden, there was a large explosion. Everyone raced to the window. In the parking lot they saw a flaming van. A man in a large trench coat stepped out. He turned and looked at the car, shaking his head. He walked away
A few seconds later, he entered the door to their classroom, his shoulder still on fire. Everyone turned from the window, staring at the flaming man. He looked at his shoulder and smiled. "That's no good!" he laughed, and put it out with a nearby fire extinguisher.
He walked to this desk and smiled at the class. "Please return to your seats. I am your teacherâ€you can just call me Seta."
The shocked class sat back down. Now they could survey the man who claimed to be their teacher. He had rough black hair with long bangs that reached his rectangular glasses, worn low on his nose. He had a smiling mouth, accompanied by a cigarette, above the stubble of his chinâ€it seemed he didn't shave everyday
His class went the same way as Narusegawa-san's. However, this class seemed much more difficult. At the end of the year, there were openings for an archaeological trip to California.
They met the others inside the Computer building, heading for one of the labs. They sat down before the recent additions to the University; new Dell flat screen Pentium 4 computers. They were greeted by the hyper teacher, who's dark skin and blonde hair proved she wasn't Japanese.
"Hello classï‚©!" she began. "My name is Koala Su, and I'm the technology professor at Tokyo Uï‚©!"
After class, which Inuyasha knew would try his patience before long, they all headed for the cafeteria. The system worked with each student having an ID number, which opened his or her account. They had previously deposited X amount of dollars, and typed in their number on a separate keyboard at the cashier's computer. The cashier then entered in the food and deducted the price from the main account.
As they picked up their hot lunches, they were greeted by the cook, a young black-haired woman. She smiled timidly at them. "Hello, my name is Shinobu," she introduced herself. "Tell me if you have any complaints"
They sat at a table. Kagome looked at Inuyasha as he scarfed down his food, which was twice the size of the others', in mild disgust. Miroku shook his head at him, as if disappointed in him. "Really, Inuyasha," he said as he carefully brought his fork to his mouth. "Couldn't you be a little more civilized?"
Inuyasha paused long enough to glare at his friend and mutter "Bite me, monk." He resumed eating, although at a significantly slower pace.
"Monk?" frowned Sango. "I don't get it" Miroku blushed.
"Didn't you see his username for the computers?" Inuyasha grinned. "He's BuddhistMonk69. I'm OniInu," he added as an afterthought.
Kagome and Sango, or MikoGirl2 and DemonSlayer-S, laughed at the red face of Miroku. "Sorry Miroku," explained a giggling Kagome. "It's just that you're the opposite of the stoic monk" This began another round of laughter.
Miroku smiled, trying to win back respect. "I may not be, but a distant ancestor of mine was. He lived during the Sengoku Era, and was apparently quite powerful. Legend has it he, along with three other companions including a dog hanyou, defeated a demon. It ended the curse on his right hand. Well, that's just a legend"
Kagome noticed Inuyasha's frown. "Something bothering you, Inuyasha?" she asked, concerned.
"It'sâ€nothingâ€never mind." The truth was, he had heard that story from his older half-brother, who had lived at the orphanage with him. Sesshromaru had said that their father's ancestor had been a fierce demon, who had fathered a hanyou son and a full demon son. The hanyou, along with a miko from the future, a kitsune, a demon hunter, and a cursed monk, defeated the evil demon Naraku and restored the Shikon No Tama. And Miroku's heard the same story? thought Inuyasha. Weird
They all headed for the History building again, which housed their last class of the day. They separated at the second floor, Kagome and Sango staying there to attend their Analytical Religious Studies class. Inuyasha and Miroku headed up to the third floor for History of Warfare.
Finally, a teacher was there for the first time today. They sat down and inspected him. He looked remarkably like a young version of Seta. His hair resembled Miroku's, minus the dragon's tale. The teacher smiled at them. "Hello class. Welcome to the History of Warfare. I am Urashima Keitaro."
He got up to pass out the syllabi out, and tripped over his feet. His head landed in one of the female student's breasts, and she shrieked and punched him. He flew into the chalkboard with a "Sorry!"
After another class with an insane teacher, they met Kagome and Sango on the second floor. They headed back to the dormitories, exchanging information about their teachers. Apparently, Kagome and Sango had some ditsy woman named Otohime Mutsumi
At the dorms, they each went into their own rooms. After an hour or so of boredom, Kagome and Sango entered the boys' room. The two were on their computers. To no one one's surprise, Miroku was watching less than appropriate video's on a certain website. Sango smacked him and x'd out of his Internet Explorer. Kagome went over to Inuyasha, who was seated at his desk, clicking on his iBook G4.
"Watcha doin'?" she asked looking over his shoulder.
"Keh," he muttered. "I'm researching famous swordsâ€one of Seta's seemed familiarâ€that one!" he exclaimed, as it popped up on his screen. Kagome peered at it. "Hey, yeah! I remember seeing that in his class!"
"'Tetsaiga: the Wolf's Fang,'" she read. "'An ancient sword from the Sengoku period. This well-crafted katana, created by the famous sword smith Totousai, is the brother sword to Totousai's Tenseiga. Shrouded in mystery and legend, it is said only one person ever wielded it. He unlocked its full power, and transformed it into one of the strongest swords in all time. Legend speaks of the demise of the demon Naraku by the owner of the sword'"
Kagome trailed off, unable to believe the name before her. Inuyasha nodded at her. "Finish it"
She gulped. "'The owner of the swordâ€Inuyashaâ€the legendary dog hanyou" Kagome looked wide-eyed at young man next to her. He looked back at her grimly.
"There is a legend" he began, and told them all the full tale of the quintet on the quest for the shards of the Shikon No Tama.
"That demon, who has the same name as me, was my ancestorâ€and that was his sword. That's proof that there is some demon blood that runs through my veins. And Seta has that sword" His eyes narrowed.
Kagome looked stunned at this. "Soâ€what are you going to do? Steal it?" she laughed nervously.
Inuyasha looked at her. "Yeahâ€yeah, I'm gonna steal it." Kagome gulped.
Miroku looked bored. He'd actually heard this story before, from his father. "Well, that's all well and good, but you're not stealing it tonight."
Inuyasha looked at him almost angrily. "Why the hell wait?" he snarled. "It's not like I'm asking you to do it."
Miroku smirked. "No, but I am going to help. No, we're not going to do it tonight, because I'm taking you all out drinking."
Everyone stared at him.
"What?" he asked. "It's a Friday, and we survived the first day of classes. That deserves a reward, right?"
"I can't believe you talked us into this" muttered Inuyasha a half hour later. The four were sitting at a bar called the "Four Souls." Miroku was happily downing sake, Kagome was sipping on a dackery, and Sango was drinking a margarita. Inuyasha was just sitting there sulking, a can of Budweiser in his hand, and two empty ones already by his side.
"'Lax, Inuyasssha," giggled a smiling Miroku. His face was getting red, and he was on his fourth cup of sake. "We're all jus' having a lit'l fun, 's all" He asked the bartender for another cup of sake.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Stupid monk," she muttered. "You're going to die of alcohol poisoning." He laughed.
Kagome watched Inuyasha drinking his fourth beer. "Do you drink a lot?" asked Kagome, a little worried at the answer.
Inuyasha smirked at her. She could tell just by looking that he, unlike Miroku, was still in complete control of his senses. "Keh. Don't be stupid, I'm just eighteen. But I've always had a high tolerance for things; spicy foods, holding my breath, pain, and now, alcohol. Relax, it'll take more than this to get me, or even most people, drunk."
Miroku, who didn't even feel the slap on his face or remember what he had done to deserve it, groggily looked up at this. He tried to focus on the clearer of the three Inuyasha's, and then gave up. "I think thass a challenged" he smiled drunkenly.
He grabbed a beer bong of the wall, shoved the tube in Inuyasha's mouth, and stuck the funnel under the tap. He turned it on, and the bartender yelled "Hey!" Miroku just through a large wad of bills on the table.
After five straight minutes of alcohol flooding through his mouth, Inuyasha felt the tube slip out. He fell to the floor. Kagome looked stunned, and he realized he was giggling. That caused him to giggle harder.
"I think he'sss drunk," slurred Miroku, laughing at the giggling Inuyasha.
"I think you both are," growled Sango. "And I think we're going homeâ€walking home." she corrected herself. She was smart enough to know neither her nor Kagome should be driving eitherâ€just in case.
Kagome pulled Inuyasha up, rather difficultly. She put his arm around her neck, Sango following her lead with Miroku. She didn't even slap him as he attempted to grab her breast and missed. Inuyasha smiled with half open eyes at Kagome, whose face was inches from his own. "You smell nice" he muttered.
"Thanks," said Kagome skeptically as she returned the smile. Gee, he's nicer this way she thought jokingly. He even complimented meâ€sorta.
After a long walk back home and a longer trip up the stairs of the dorm, they finally reached their rooms. Sango opened the boys' and dropped Miroku on his bed, the lower one. Kagome climbed on Inuyasha's bed and, with Sango's combined efforts from the ground, managed to get him lying on the mattress.
Kagome started to kneel towards the ladder. Inuyasha's arm lightly grabbed her wrist. She turned and looked at him, surprised. The barely conscious boy looked at her pleadingly. "Please don't go, Kagome," he whispered.
Sango looked up from the doorway, cocking an eyebrow at Kagome. Kagome chewed her bottom lip for a moment, thinking. She whispered to Sango "Goâ€I'll be back in a few minutes"
Sango shrugged and headed to bed, closing the door behind her.
Kagome went to Inuyasha and sat on her shins. She gently placed his head in her lap. He looked up at her smiling calmly down at him. She ran her fingers through his hair and gently massaged his temples.
"How am I this lucky?" murmured Inuyasha before falling to sleep. Kagome smiled and yawned.
I got my first review, and you don't know how happy this has made me. Thank you C-Dog, you shall go down in history as my first reviewer. I hope you like the teachers.