Well, I do fell a tad unloved. I thought this would attract more attention. Oh well. In a sea of clones, the original has a tough time standing out, I guess.
Heh heh… the real Sakura (my best friend Amai Kitsune) had quite the fit when she read that Kurama was supposed to be her brother.
What can I say? I'm evil like that.
SUPERFIC
Inexplicably, my friends and I had been returned to the bowels of hell – in other words, we were back in high school. Proud students of Tatari Mokke High, that was us. Ignoring the fact that every student was Japanese (save my friends and I), the high school was about as American as they come.
Really, I didn't see Shoko, Hez or Sakura until 3rd period, chemistry. I DID see gosurori Kagome in geometry. (I sat through that class once, why OH WHY did I have to endure it again?) I also saw Hojo.
Imagine my surprise when he rounded the corner, hollering "Rei!" and waving. I recognized him immediately – not as Hojo, but as my boyfriend Toffer. Remembering the jokes we had made earlier that month about Toffer looking like Hojo, it sort of made sense.
He stood there, smiling, while I tried to wrap my brain around the cosmic laws that were currently being violated. If we were in some sort of Yasha-verse, as AU as it might be,that would mean the boy in front of me was Hojo. Yet standing before me was a pan-dimensional twin of MY boyfriend.
A loud "Hey, Hojo!" confirmed my first guess, but when Toffojo leaned down and landed a small peck on my cheek (and shoved a case of tangerines in my arms) before running off, the dimensional-twin theory was also confirmed. I sat down hard. My brain hurt.
I filled in my friends during 3rd period Chemistry. They each had their own tales to tell, but before they could, Ms. Takahashi cleared her throat.
"Class" she began, "today we have a new student. Please welcome Marisu Nekohime!"
A girl with sapphire blue eyes and long, silken, raven-black hair entered the room in a cloud of glitter (for added effect).
"Konnichiwa!" she lilted with a voice like rippling water. "Namae-wa Nekohime Marisuu desu! Douzou yoroshiku!"
Hez's face smashed into the top of her desk. "I think God hates us," Shoko grumbled, expressing the feelings of us all.
True to character (or out-of-character), every male in the room was practically drooling over Marisu.
Behind us, Jakotsu purred "I think I'm in love…"
Now such a phrase wouldn't normally raise an eyebrow – but this is Jakotsu we're talking about. Who HATES women.
Either that, or she was secretly a man.
Regardless, Marisu had to be stopped. Soon.
This whole nightmare of a fanfiction had to be stopped.
Suddenly, another student barged into the classroom, panting. "Sorry I'm late," he grumbled, planting himself directly in front of us. His white hair grazed against the red back of his hoodie.
Ms. Takahashi smiled. "Glad you even made it at all today, Inuyasha."
SUPERFIC
Short chapter, I know, but I'll make up for it. The next chapter'll be longer, I promise.
AFTERNOTE
Shoko passed a slip of paper to me under her elbow.
She was making a list.
BAD CLICHES:
Bad high school stereotype AU fiction
Yuyu Hakusho crossover
Youkai OC characters
Self-insertion
Mary-sues
Non-canon pairings
out-of-character characters
truth or dare
"I get the feeling that more are coming" she had written at the bottom.
Oh. Super.