OK, OK. I've returned to update finally. I've just been thinking about school which I'll soon be returning to August 30th. It turns out that none of my friends have any classes with me. : ( not the best way to start the year knowing you'll have any of your friends with you. Oh well I'll make more friends and then I'll hang out with my other buddies at lunch.

lub,

Drink Qoo

Shikon High: School of Four Souls

Chapter 3: Period 2 – Japanese

Math class ended at the sound of the bell which rang promptly at 8:56 AM. Mr. Hayashima left the class so they may talk for the five minutes between first period and second, Japanese. Students leapt out of their seats and began socializing. Kagome's new friends began interrogating her once Hayashima had stepped out. "So you just moved here? How do you like the place?" Ayumi asked pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

"Well, it's not bad, but I haven't been outside much with all the unpacking and getting into this school." Kagome replied.

"We should throw a house warming party!" Yuka exclaimed leaping out of her seat. Kagome's face began to turn red with embarrassment and grabbed Yuka to drag her down into her seat. "Oh come on, Kagome! It'll be fun! We should invite everyone here!" Kagome just shook her head, no over and over until Yuka finally let go of the idea. 'Is she crazy?' Kagome thought laughing a bit.

"Well a party with everyone might seem a bit excessive, but how about just us, your new Shikon High friends!" Sango proposed. Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi all nodded with large grins on their faces. Kagome couldn't help but agree. "Only on two conditions," Kagome said looking rather embarrassed. "You have to help me pack, and you won't hate me even after you meet my grandpa." The others just laughed and agreed.

On the other side of the room where most of the men sat, Inuyasha and Miroku sat on their desks and leaned against the walls and windows. Miroku whistled a cheery tune while Inuyasha sat there trying to pretend like he wasn't angry. As always his anger prevailed. "Would you cut that out?" Inuyasha roared at his friend.

"My, my, don't we have explosive anger?" Miroku laughed.

"Shut up! If you went through what I did this morning you'd be a little irked yourself!" Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. "So what about you, pervert? Will you give up your lecherous ways and be a good little boy this year 'round?" Inuyasha waited for an answer that was probably never going to come. He opened his eyes to see Miroku leaning back against the wall and smiling. "Well?" Inuyasha pressed for an answer staring at him with large eyes, trying to intimidate him.

"Sex." Miroku replied simply. Inuyasha gave him an odd look, but Miroku just smiled as always. "You heard me."

Inuyasha leaped down from his seat atop his desk to look Miroku straight in the eyes. "Are you crazy?" He asked in a harsh whisper. "You're fourteen! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Miroku waved his finger. "I'll be fifteen soon." Inuyasha was about ready to punch him when Miroku grabbed his shoulder. "Calm down I'm only kidding." Feeling a bit stupid, Inuyasha lightly punched Miroku on the shoulder and shook his head. "Now aren't you glad I got your mind off of you-know-who?"

"That bitch." Miroku sighed. There was no way he could stop Inuyasha from thinking about her. It was obvious that he still loved her.

In the back of the room Hojo approached Kikyo with a nervous smile on his boyish face. "I heard about what happened this morning." He said hoping his voice wouldn't crack as he spoke to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kikyo looked up at him with a blaring hate deep within her eyes, not for Hojo, but rather for herself for still having feelings for Inuyasha.

"Word travels fast." Kikyo said turning her attention back to her book. "I'd rather not lay my troubles on your mind."

"I really want to know, we're friends after all." Hojo didn't enjoy being friends; he wanted more from her like last year. He knew it wasn't meant to be after all, she chose Inuyasha over him. The Samou boy wasn't really used to being denied what he wanted, but he proffered a good life filled with both the good and the bad.

"Inuyasha is a lying thief! I thought I had lost the Shikon Jewel somewhere in my room, but it turned out that Inuyasha had taken it when he came over." Kikyo said clenching her hand into a fist.

"Maybe you accidentally left it in his room when you were over?" Hojo asked trying to reason with her.

"No, he stole it. I tried to confront him about it and he pulls out this bullshit story about me cheating on him!" Kikyo took in a deep breath trying to calm herself.

"And did you?"

"Hojo, you know me! I would never do such a thing!" Her eyes were glossy with tears, tears of sorrow rather than hate. Hojo placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and he would have kept it there if the five minutes of socializing weren't up. The Japanese teacher walked into the room. She was a stout, old woman with long stringy, gray hair. On the blackboard she wrote her name: "Shyoga."

"Good morning, class!" She croaked out of her throat. "I am your Japanese teacher, Shyoga." She began writing kanji on the board assuming the students knew what they were supposed to be doing. Everyone merely shrugged and pulled out their notebooks to begin copying the blackboard. Most people wouldn't be too enthusiastic about copying what's written, but Tsubaki seemed like she was going to die if she didn't get everything correct. Sango snickered and passed Kagome a note folded into a crane. Kagome was sure to unfold it easily so it wouldn't tear or cause Shyoga to notice. The note read:

Look at Tsubaki! She's scribbling like mad! Ha ha! Anyway, about our little "get together" after school should we bring anything? Or maybe we should just head over there after school?

Kagome looked up to make sure Shyoga was still writing on the blackboard before beginning her reply. I guess we could just go there right after school because it could be easier. Besides I think my mom went shopping today, so I think we're set for snacks. Kagome passed the note back trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. After a few seconds Kagome felt someone tapping her shoulder, it was Sango again with the note. It read:

Eri wants to know if you think Hojo is hot, cute, or ugly. Kagome crushed the note in her hand and abruptly turned to face Eri who was smiling. Her eyes showed that she was obviously curious. Eri stuck her thumb up as though complimenting Kagome on something. Kagome understood what she wanted and gave in and put her thumb up signaling that Hojo was hot. That was when Kagome noticed Eri's face change into fear. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Higurashi?" The old woman asked somewhat towering over her desk.

"Oh! Um, no, I'm sorry." Kagome looked down at her desk, face stricken with humiliation. The class began to snicker at her which caused Kagome's face to turn from a blush to a beet red. 'How embarrassing!' Kagome thought lightly dropping her head onto the wooden table top. She let out a slight groan as Shyoga continued her lesson on the Japanese language.