Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha, I own Sesshomaru. (Just kidding)
Chapter Four: Behind the Glass- Her Other Art
I don't have many fits, like other spoiled rich kids, like Souta and Mother. But today, I am so pissed both with myself and my mother- most of my clothes are green! I hate green- deep down I always have- but society came first, until today. First I was just looking for something to wear, and then I realized it. So I go to find some of my old non-prep clothes- my "punk junk", as father had always called it. I had bought stuff from online, from America. Like my Linkin Park T-shirt, black baggy crops with chains and those red checkered shoes I bought three years ago- yeah, I think I'll wear that today- they should still fit. In the back of my closet, the box is still there- but when I open it… I scream.
"Mother!" I'm out of my room and marching up to her suite on the third floor- where she lives like the self centered queen she is. "Mom! Where the hell are my old clothes. And don't lie! After breaking into my computer there's no reason you wouldn't get in to my closet!" She's in her bed reading, and when I come in she smiles pleasantly like nothing's wrong. "Oh, hello sweetie- what are you talking about? All your old things were sent to charity, you know that!" She puts down her book. "Excuse me, but I think we both know what "old things" I'm talking about. Where are they?" Her smile wilts, her self-confidence crumbles.
"Oh, those. Well, since you wouldn't be wearing such insane clothing, I took the liberty of having them thrown out." "WHAT? I'M SORRY, WHAT WAS THAT?" She winces. "Don't shout darling, you're going to give me a headache." Fuming, I march out the door, making it slam hard as I can. Now was the time to use the most effective power a rich girl has… "DADDY!" This works, because in about 8.5 seconds my daddy's running out of his private office. "Kagome dear, what is it? What's wrong?" Though I've only just begun my tirade, my first screams bring Souta out of his room, half dressed, putting on his black tie (he prefers dressing like a rich nerd- like I used to be, he's really a computer geek, only with class).
"MOTHER THREW OUT" (here's where the sobbing comes in) "My O-OLD CLO-CLOTHES! IN TRUTH, I R-REALLY DON'T LIKE GREEN!" I sob into his jacket while he tries to comfort me. "I WANT MY OLD CLOTHES, Y-YOU KNOW, THE 'P-PUNK JUNK'? BUT NOW IT'S GONE, AND I WANNA WEAR IT TODAY!" "Alright, I understand." He knows he has to take control and fix everything now. Souta's looking confused, probably because he has never seen me work the "Daddy" technique. "Look here, darling. Even though you don't like green, put something on. You've at least three hours before school begins, and I'll give you some cash and you can go- wherever it is you go to get this stuff. I really have to say, I didn't like that green stuff either," he says winking, "You're a lot like I was, taste wise. Your generation's actually improved it though." He hands me the cash, about 800 bucks (A/N: Gomen, but I don't know money there!) and struts back to the office a little happier, knowing he's solved everything.
Turning to Souta grinning, I say "What?" and run past him, down the stairs to my room. As soon as I am dressed in green jeans and a green tube top, with my black ankle boots- I'm zooming past the servants, again past Souta (who goes to the library early) and open the door to- Ayame and Rin. "Alright! I wasn't expecting you, but… up for a little early shopping?" They agree, and we are out the door. On the way, I pull out the only rock CD I have- Lacuna Coil. By the time we get there, I'm totally in sugar rush mode, and we buy coffee, so they can be equally hyper.
"So, what are we looking for?" asks Ayame. "We, are looking for something that will make me not look oh-so-cute and preppy- which in truth is a style I had to force on myself. I used to have a whole bunch of stuff to put together. Like Tripp, I had a lot of their trench coats, tops, pants and stuff. Linkin Park and Evanescence shirts- I had a lot of those too." "Really?" squeals Rin. "Oh my god! So you weren't actually a real prep- you dressed like us!" "Back in the 6th, 7th and 8th grade, Rin. Then my mother declared it was time to introduce me to society, and I had to give it all up. But I've learned how to deal- I ignore, obey when she gets really worked up, dress up for a party occasionally- and then I go back. I learned all that yesterday." But then I stop. "Uh, guys? I haven't been shopping for this stuff for a long time. I… don't know where to go, and right now I'm looking for a total makeover. Where to start, where to go?" Big mistake, because next they're all pulling me in different directions.
"Oh, definitely Zorro's first. They've got all the new stuff"- "Hey, looking to get pierced?" Ayame grins evilly. "Do you think I should? Or maybe that's too much"- "No Way! You were forced into this preppy crap- time to set you free, girl." Ayame winks, and then I shrug. "Okay then! Clothes first!" Rin yanks on me and wins the argument. Then they ask me, am I punk or Goth? I decide, you know what? I'm pretty much everywhere in that category- so let's get whatever looks appealing. So in the end we go to Zorro's first, and we buy a reasonable amount of clothes. Mostly I prefer tube tops, red-black striped, purple-black striped or black-white striped which we bought ten of, and we buy only two short skirts, a red one and purple, both laced with fishnet. Then six pairs of huge baggy pants; complete with chains, straps and large pockets. Three regular sized pants covered in zippers, a trench coat that laced in the back, a waistcoat that matched the trench, and two pairs of combat boots. (A/N: I keep thinking the "Twelve Days Of Christmas" when I read over that, lol.) Finally I tell them, Okay-ay, that's enough! Ayame says it's time for piercing, and then she asks how many and where- ACK!
"Well… Maybe here?" I point to my ear core- "and… here and here." My right eyebrow and bellybutton. Oh gods, ma was gonna flip- when she saw my hair. After the piercing and a whole lot of pain later, I've got two-hundred-fifty bucks left and see Ctrl+Alt+Delete- a punk hair salon- and even before I voice my suggestion, they're dragging me off to it. They leave me at the door for minute before both come back with a hair dye- Rin pink and Ayame purple- and now there's conflict. "Pink would sooo freak everyone, who're you kidding?" "Nobody, bitch! Purple would sooo freak everyone and look good on her." "Excuse me, but have you even asked her?" We turn to see Sango and Kilala.
"Sango!" I cry and run to her. We all exchange hugs and get back to color dilemma. "Well, I think I like… well, both! I don't know which- wait, just put 'em behind you back Sango, mix them up and I won't know which one. Go on, whichever I pick…" In the end it's purple. Rin shrugs oh well, because I promise next time I dye I'll call her and we'll do it pink. When the beautician finishes with my hair, I go into the bathroom and change into a purple 'n black tube top and all black Tripps, topped off with combat boots, a black rose necklace, smeared mascara and purple eye shadow, dark eyeliner and a plain black wristband. "Oh my gods, I've never felt so happy…" The sun is shining when we went outside, and school would start at ten- we had twenty-five minutes to get there. It turns out Sango owns a blue Mercedes' Benz, so she and Kilala take off in that while Ayame and Rin zip off on their Motorcycles- and suddenly I feel a little nervous.
Just because I lost all my popularity in one day doesn't mean I should start dressing like- hold it! I tell my self, quit playing by the old rules- you're free of it- at least, until the ball when you'll just have to bite it when you've got to wear that dress… Ah, fuck it. I throw my stuff in the backseat of my truck, get in and take off, blasting track two, "Heaven's A Lie"…
They're all staring at me, like I'm Godzilla or something, which to them I probably am. I'm that fire-breathing black an' green dinosaur that's destroying all their perfect buildings, just me clomping around smashes them to little red splats on the ground as I glare at them… My old self or not, I still kick my own ass into class where Inu-Yasha still isn't in yet. My math teacher gasps in sheer horror that makes me laugh, since he's got an ugly looking face anyway. Could you believe I ever sucked up to a guy like that? I can't, but I did anyway. Anyway, we go through the period, I alone against all my enemies, without a comrade at my side. And when I go through break and Miroku, Sango and Shippo aren't at history, I decide I don't wanna go through it all alone again. I decide to go outside before a teacher sees me, and as I head towards the woods somebody calls my name. I turn around to the dumpster I just passed, and guess who's there? Ha! All of 'em, fucking high and laughing idiots.
I walk up to them and Sango hands me a joint as Inu-Yasha pulls me into his arms. As he busies himself with my new purple hair and calling me his Goth goddess, I stare at the joint and I am perfectly honest with them- "I've never done it before." This distracts them from laughing, but Miroku smiles and says, "Oh, okay well you don't have to." But as he reaches for it I pull it back and say, "That doesn't mean I don't want to. There's a first time for everything." I take a deep breath as I stare hard at it, then put it to my lips and take a small drag. I cough at first a little, but then I take another, but deeper- I suddenly feel like my head's expanding… I take three more before handing it to Miroku. My lungs feel funny, and so does my face, like when you're trying not to smile and it hurts a bit because your face is trying to. My stomach burns too, but none of that worries me as much as my head is right now. "Wha…"
It stops hurting after a minute, and for no reason I'm laughing along with them as they all pass it around again. It's passed back to me and I take another small drag and I figure I'm used to it. Inu-Yasha's licking my neck and ears while Sango and Miroku make out, followed by Rin and Sess, Koga and Ayame, Keade and Kilala… WHAT? I struggle to focus on them, wait- are they ACTUALLY MAKING OUT! THEY ARE! Guess Kilala must be bisexual. Holy crap, I'm thinking and then I'm hysterical. Oh, maybe if Souta got high then maybe he'd chill and we could talk for a while without killing each other… If mom and Dad would then maybe they'd love each other again and then maybe they'd remember to love me too… Turns out I said this aloud cause everyone's lookin' at me and then they aren't cause I'm locking lips with Inu-Yasha so I don't see them lookin' until I hear a teacher's voice. Serious, it jolts us right out of our skins and the joint's put out and put away and Inu-Yasha says our math teacher's coming cause he can hear him.
We all get up with our crap and hide on the side of the dumpster while the teacher passes it towards the woods, but we hide behind the dumpster as he turns around and walks back. Then we have to get back on the side and then to the other side as he climbs back to the school and we all sigh with relief. Soon as the teacher's out of sight, we all laugh again and re-light the marijuana, without a care in the world.
Well, What'd ya think? More drama in store for my readers!
Inu-Yasha: Hey bitch! Look, I gotta list of crap we all want. Kay now, Sess wants a comb for his tail and some weed. Miroku needs some more condoms- actually; all the guys do- and Sango wants a stuffed kitty cause Kilala isn't a cat any more. Shippo wants some fuckin' chocolate and Koga and Ayame need some crack, Keade wants her miko clothes cause she hates jeans. Uh, Kilala wants Kagome's brother and a book on lesbian sexual positions, Rin wants some lingerie and all her voodoo crap to use on Jaken and Kagome and me want some cocaine- and some privacy if you will!
Me: ACK! YOU'RE ALL DRUGGIES! WHAT'S WITH YOU? YOU KNOW WHAT LIFE IS, FRESH AIR, GOOD FOOD- GOOD HEALTH? AND SEX ADDICTS TOO-
Inu-Yasha: SHUT UP! WE ARE NOT; WE JUST NEED SOME NOW AND THEN. AS A DEMON, I HAVE THE ABILITY TO CONTROL MYSELF THANK YOU VERY MUCH! AND AS FOR BEING A SEX ADDICT- I HAPPEN TO BE A VIRGIN! KAGOME AND I HAVE TO KEEP WAITING FOR YOU TO GET OFF US AND GIVE US PRIVACY!
Me: Twitches and eyes narrow Eh, heheheheheh… you forget I'm the one who has to write it in order for it to happen… Virgin, huh? This is going to be good. I feel a lemon coming to mind, everyone… Shall I? Or does Inu-Yasha deserve privacy? Bwahahahahaha…
Inu-Yasha: Oh shit…
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