Title: Ordinary Girl

Category: Horror, Suspense

Type: Alternate Universe

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): Language, Non-Graphic Gore

Disclaimer: They are mine! Nah, really, they aren't. What? Don't tell me you actually believed that (bleep)! That is too funny!

Kagome: Forgive her. She's has had nothing but pocky to eat for breakfast this whole week. : l Hai, well, read on.

So dark and endless. So very dark and endless the halls were. A bright, full moon was out, leering at the world and the mischievous wind whistled frighteningly. Though the moon was full and in clear view, it let none of its blurred light enter the endless halls of the ghostly high school, leaving the unoccupied building to drown in its own shadows. The shadows, the mischievous shadows that crept about terrifyingly, the same silhouettes that had no object from which to resemble. A nonexistent object with a shadow. Creepy. Colder than freezing steel. The windows were shut closed, bringing in no breeze from the outside world. But yet, throughout these empty corridors, a thin eerie whispering breeze brushed coolly against her ear.

The young girl shivered. Why did she suddenly feel like something was looking over her shoulder this very second? Taking a huge but hushed gulp, she hesitantly turned around, going face to face with.

Nothing.

Nothing was there.

Cocking her head a bit, she nervously began to chew on her bottom lip. If she had told her boyfriend that she was going to stay late today she could have at least assumed he'd stay late just to scare her. But no one except the student council members knew. And they were much too mature for such juvenile nonsense.

Taking a deep breath, the girl looked left, right, and then left again. When she saw nothing, she bravely stepped out, secretly glancing both ways before taking another step outside of the student council office.

She walked down the deserted hall, her footsteps echoing deafeningly behind her. The girl finally stopped at a locker, one that read B1369. She wordlessly frowned at the locker number. Funny how she never noticed the minor meanings behind phrases until she was absolutely paranoid. "Thirteen," she muttered under her breath. "And sixty-nine. Just lovely numbers, ne?" she laughed sarcastically.

A soft chuckle sounded in her ears.

But it wasn't her chuckle.

Eyes dilating sharply, she spun around, heart pounding fast against her chest. "W-who's there? Show yourself!" the trembling girl cried out.

No one appeared.

After waiting the longest seconds of her life, she released the breath that she didn't even realize she held in.

I-It's just my imagination! She scolded herself. No need to be so jumpy about nothing!

Fumbling through her backpack, she gave a small smile when her hands found the thin navy lanyard she was searching for. Quickly finding the key attached to it, her hands held the lock firmly and she hastily inserted the key, turning it clockwise. It snapped open. She brought out a warm snuggly black sweater and a cobalt windbreaker which she pushed roughly to the side. She then grabbed the stack of papers the other lazy-assed members gave her to finish and shoved them into her locker. She closed the metal locker door with her foot and brought up the key to bolt the door. She turned it counterclockwise and it released the key. Her eyes slowly opened. And when they did she caught a glimpse of white from the corner of her eye. Someone was in the building with her!

She didn't know whether to be joyful or scared. Joyful that she wasn't alone in the goddamn building and maybe that person would be so kind as to escort her home. But the other half of her, the paranoid half, reasoned that it could be a rapist or murderer that broke into the school. Someone you would most definitely not want to walk you home!

Quivering fingers clutched themselves around the cotton fabric of her sweater. She quickly slipped the black sweater on and was followed by the thin jacket. Tossing her backpack on, she brushed her long ebony strands behind her ear and started after the figure.

Where'd that person go? She irritably asked herself. She paused curiously for a split second. Why am I even following her? God, I can be so dense sometimes!

A soft wind kissed her cheek and she immediately dropped her thoughts and directed her attention up a flight of stairs. Bravely, she ran up the stairs and was met by five smaller steps leading to an open door. That was where the breeze was coming from. She proceeded on.

Upon entrance into the door, she soon found herself on top of the school, on the bare roof. A few protruding pipes and a rocky ground, nothing unordinary about the surroundings, she noted. Nothing unordinary except for the beautiful woman dressed in ashen white gazing out at the lighted Tokyo sky.

The woman had her back to the young girl but yet, she seemed to have an air of elegance around her atmosphere. Long shining raven hair gleamed brilliantly in the moon's light and her ashy gown seemed to flow with the wind.

The school girl was at a loss of words. The woman was so beautiful from behind. She didn't know what to say. Some minutes passed by before she drew up the courage to say something. But to her surprise, it was the older woman who said something first.

"Tell me, young girl," the woman said, turning around slowly, her blanket of raven locks twirling with her frame. Her face was an elegant pale and her eyes were a deep, lovely shade of terra brown. But, covering what the school girl imagined to be the world's most lovely smile, was a thick, white mask that covered her nose and her mouth all the way to her ears. It did quite ruin the beauty she had going for her.

"Tell me," she repeated as to get her attention, "Am I beautiful?"

Before the schoolgirl could answer, the woman's hand reached over and pulled the mask off.

Horror stricken at the site, the girl's hands ached to inch up to her face. So desperately did she want to cover her mouth and run away from the grotesque sight.

The beautiful woman's mouth was non existent on her pale face. Instead, ripped and torn off flesh hung loosely from her mouth. Her smile, which the girl had assumed was to be beautiful, was torn all the way to her ears. Bones and veins popping out where it was convenient and her tongue scarred up. It was quite the sight. Her mouth just hung there in all its bloody glory, thick crimson liquid dripping down to her once white clothes, staining it a nice blood spurting pattern.

"Am I beautiful?" the woman repeated, her bloody, gore jaw rising up with each syllable.

Although she so desperately wanted to break down, the girl made sure to note that with each step the woman took the more her fingers seemed to curl in, aching to see someone else's blood.

"Y-you look," the girl choked here. How should she answer? She was beautiful if you excluded the torn off mouth yet, that torn off mouth made her the scariest person in the world. Answering the first thing in her mind, she suddenly shouted, "You look ordinary!"

The ghost woman glared at her menacingly, somehow managing a smirk. "Good choice," the woman purred before slipping the mask back on and throwing herself off the building roof.

The schoolgirl knew she should have run to the edge to see if the woman was okay but her body wouldn't move. It was probably for the best anyway, considering the woman was already dead.

So instead, she sunk to her knees and bit back frightened tears.

-.-.-.-

"Cool legend, eh?" the teenager laughed, pushing her loose ebony ponytail over her shoulder.

"Whoa, that's bizarre," a raven haired boy said. He glanced down at his food, frowning at it bit, and pushed the plate to the side. "Geez, Sango, now I can't eat a thing."

Another black haired boy laughed. "I would like to know how such a beauty could have had sucha tragedy happen to her!"

"'Roku!" Sango laughed. "You're such a drama queen!"

"Queen?" Miroku cried out. "I'll have you know my little friend down there is quite large! Too large to be a woman! If you want small, talk to Ban!"

The previous boy spewed out his coffee. "What didja say, ya sonuvabitch!" Bankotsu roared. "I'll have you know my dick is a billion times bigger than yours!"

"Ah! Is that challenge I hear?" Miroku toyed amusingly.

Bankotsu put his rage on hold. "Wait! How the hell do you- Ya know, never mind." Bankotsu quietly sat down and began sipping his coffee. "Let me finish this cup and I'll beat your ass."

Sango turned towards the quietest member of the party. "'Gome, what's up. You seem a bit tenser today. Did something go wrong yesterday?"

The female raised her head weakly. "N-no, just recovering."

"Recovering?" Sango furrowed her brows. "Recovering from what?"

Kagome wrapped her thin fingers around the handle of the mug and brought it to her lips. "Believe me, Sango-chan, you'd much rather not know."

Based on the legend of:

Ordinary Girl. A ghost that haunts schools. She is usually wearing a mask and when people pass her by she takes off the mask and ask "Am I beautiful?" If you answer her "No," then she will instantly kill you. If you answer her "Yes," she will follow you home and then kill you in front of your house. You will be killed either way unless you answer "Ordinary."

A/N:

Heh! How'd ya like it? (beams proudly) I totally freaked Sunlight (sister!) out (I read this to her after we watched a horror flick!) It kinda confused her so incase you don't understand here are two main points: One, yes, Sango, Bankotsu, and Miroku were joking about the Ordinary Girl urban legend. And two, that really did happen to Kagome.

Hope you all enjoyed this. I'm considering making a second part to this one-shot, this time Bankotsu will get a visit from the "Ordinary Girl". If I get enough requests I'll get to it immediately!

Ja ne!

SangOtaku6

Sunlight's Note:

Sunlight suggests to really try to imagine the Ordinary Girl. Complete with ripped open gory jaws!

PS

Brown eyes, long straight raven hair, pale face. Can you guess who it was? (insert evil smirk here)