In almost no time at all, Miroku's blue Porche pulled smoothly into the student parking lot. He sighed. This was exactly the reason he hated being late, no parking spots. Well, there were spots of course, more than enough in fact, but with the awkward parking skills of the new drivers, he had trouble finding a nice sized one. The violet eyed teen circled the jumbled lot, cursing softly under his breath a few times when he noticed cars occupying two spaces. After his third time around he finally noticed an empty spot of decent size for his precious baby... next to Takahashi Inuyasha's silver Range Rover. He winced, Inuyasha's reckless driving was infamous around the school. Drag races, police chases, Inuyasha had done it all. With a prayer on his lips, and his fingers crossed, Miroku hesitantly backed into the spot, hoping it wouldn't be the last time he drove out of it.
Kagome yawned and peeked open an eye lazily, "Are we there Miroku?", she asked in a sleep clouded voice. He chuckled, "Why do you even ask? You always wake up when I cut the car off. If you're woke then we're there", he teased.
Kagome stuck out her tongue as she grabbed for her dingy yellow, oversized backpack. If one were not careful, she could have easily been mistaken for an overeager freshman with too many school supplies. Large bookbags were the uniform of underclassmen and the root of much teasing, but Kagome absolutely refused to go without it. The fear of going to class unprepared outweighed the annoying bullying of her classmates any day. No one would ever call Kagome Higarashi a slacker.
"What are you daydreaming about, Kagome?", Miroku asked pointedly as he reached into the backseat to grab a small notebook, the only thing Kagome had every seen him carry around school. She frowned, "I don't understand how you get by with only one notebook Miroku. Don't you have Kaede-sensei for History?"
He smiled devilishly as he addressed he told his annoyed best friend, "It's simple. She gives me good grades because I seduce her." Kagome cringed as unwanted images of her best friend writhing on top on the sixty-something year old teacher flooded her mind. Miroku took this as the opportunity to continue.
"She likes it when I kiss her neck softly then work my way down to her fleshy stomach, caressing everything as I go. Then I push back the layers upon layers of sagging skin covering her belly-button and dart my-"
"Enough!", Kagome squealed. "I'm going to be sick." She placed a hand on her stomach to fight off the waves of nausea that threatened to overtake her. Miroku and Kaede? It should be illegal.
The violet eyed teen smirked as he got the reaction he wanted. "Don't you want to hear the rest Kag?", he asked innocently as Kagome's face turned a shade of green.
"Not on your life!", she screamed as she took off running towards the school full speed, clutching at the thick yellow straps on her shoulders. Miroku gave chase, but slowed slightly since she was disadvantaged with her large backpack.
"Wait up! I have to tell you about last night, Kagome! It was amazing!", he yelled from behind her as they tore through the parking lot. When Kagome reached the double doors of the school, she pushed through them, and skidding slightly from the momentum and waxed floors. Angled her foot just so, she narrowly missed colliding with Shikon High's prestigious trophy case. Kagome pumped her legs as hard they would go as she navigated the empty hallways. Her lungs burned in her chest, but she was just one corner away from the hallway containing her locker and she wasn't about to slow down. With Miroku's footsteps echoing a comfortable distance behind her own, Kagome cut the final corner sharply, she was just a mere few steps from her locker when it happened like something from out of a movie. Her bookbag snagged securely onto something. Her large, round glasses flew from and her face as her butt collided with the floor. Hard. She winced.
"You little bitch! You almost stepped on my foot!", a feminine voice hissed nastily. Kagome recognized it instantly as Onigumo Kikyo's which meant that...
"What if my boyfriend hadn't stopped you? Do you think you could pay for a new pair of Milano Blahniks you loser?"
... Inuyasha was the one who grabbed her bookbag, causing her to fall.
"My shoes are worth more than your life. How dare you even come close to being anywhere near the vicinity of my presence? My father founds this school, so you'd better know your place. I'm the queen and you're a peasant and don't ever forget that! I-"
"-really and truly love to hear the sound of my own voice.", Miroku interrupted in a sugary sweet mock-Kikyo tone. The rant died on her lips and was quickly replaced by a smirk as she eyed his tone form leaning against a locker at the entrance of the hallway.
"Well, if it isn't Yura's boyfriend?", she cooed at him. He winced.
Yura was one of The Hot Five, Kikyo's ever present clique of beauty queens. There was Yura who kept her black hair in a short stylish bob that reached barely past her chin. Her eyes could easily be mistaken for a deep pink color, and that alone was enough to creep him out. But no, it got worse, she held an almost twisted obsession with his short, ponytailed hair. It was impossible to count the number of times when he had to pry her fingers away from his dark head.
"She's not my girlfriend!", Miroku shot back heatedly, not caring that the Hot Five were standing right behind Kikyo, and inevitably so was Yura. Sango, the third member of the group, raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. It wasn't often, well, more like ever that Miroku turned down a pretty girl. He had a reputation of womanizing that was well known throughout the school, but overall, he was a pretty nice guy. One thing that had always bothered her, was why he hung out with Kagome. She guessed that beneath the nerdy exterior, she had the potential to be okay. Shrugging off the thought, Sango walked away from the scene to retrieve Kagome's forgotten glasses. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Kikyo.
"What do you think you're doing Sango? We don't help out losers like that, they do our bidding. She could go get her own damn glasses! It's her fault anyway."
Inuyasha's ears twitched, he was starting to get annoyed. First some crazy ass girl with Urkel sized frames comes flying down the hall about to bowl over his mouthy girlfriend. It was a good thing his demon reflexes were able to react in time, because he wouldn't have heard the end of that one. He looked down at the offending girl in question. She was nothing special, in fact, maybe even less than that. She wore an oversized purple 'Star Trek' t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her petite form. In fact, it draped so unflattering over her body that it reached past mid-thigh without skimming a single curve. Her faded, black jeans were cuffed and rested well above her brown, penny loafer covered feet. Without the glasses, he supposed her plain face looked a little better. Almost familiar...
"Feh. She sorta looks like Kikyo.", he mused to himself, shocking the group into silence.
Ayame tipped her head, "Well... I guess she does, just a little bit." Sango and Yura nodded in agreement, but Kagura shook her head, "A little in the eyes I guess, but I don't really see it..."
Miroku squinted when Kagome turned around a little to look to him for support, "Yeah, I guess you two do look similar." She sighed and was about to respond when Kikyo's shrill voice cut in.
"Inuyasha! How could you? I look nothing like that freak! She is an ugly loser with no friends, we're nothing alike! In fact, I think I'm tired of looking at her. Let's go you guys.", she snapped her fingers and spun on her Milano Blahniks to leave, her heels clicking coldly on the ground as she stormed off. The signal to leave.
Inuyasha, Yura, Ayame, and Kagura all shared a knowing glance before following a good distance behind the teen queen and making their way to their identical, first period classes. Thanks, of course to a few words from the founder's daughter. Sango stood in silence as she watched her glamorous friends walk away. Just looking up the group was like watching a fashion show. She followed with her eyes until they disappeared from view, and then she turned to the dazed Kagome, no doubt in the trace as well.
"Here are your glasses.", she spoke finally, handing the thick-framed spectacles back to their owner. Sango turned to leave, but not before throwing Kagome a glance from over her shoulder, "You really should try to stay out of her way though."
The message was simple and haunting, and stayed clear in her mind even when the ponytailed young woman disappeared from her sight. She sighed, "What a way to start the morning, huh, Miroku?"
"Miroku?", she questioned again, but got no reply. She frowned, it was almost as if he were stuck. Stuck on the spot where Sango disappeared around the corner. Kagome shook her head, 'And to think this was only the morning...'
Wow, that took forever! But I'm actually very pleased with this chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it too. R&R! Ja Ne