Of no return, and
no looking back or down
A consciences objector to the war that's
in my mind
Leaving in the lurch and I'm taking back what's mind
"I'm…" "Excuse me…" "…mission…"
"Hey!"
"…estination unknown"
"Come on, now, would you listen to me?"
Angrily, Inuyasha tore the earbuds off, glaring at the intruder. "What the hell do you want?" he growled, irritated at the interruption. He was currently sitting at his own table in the corner of the cafeteria, a half-eaten tray of what passed for General Tsao's chicken in front of him.
"I was just wondering if you wanted some company," smiled the newcomer warmly.
Inuyasha ran a quick assessment of him. He had short, rough black hair, tamed in the back by a small tail. His left ear housed two tight hoops, his right, one. He wore a royal purple button down shirt, open to the bottom two buttons and with the sleeves rolled up, over a navy tee. Average blue jeans ended with all black DC's, in relatively worn condition.
"Fine," muttered Inuyasha grudgingly. Still smiling, the boy took a seat.
"My name's Manzoku Miroku," he said, biting into a slice of (burnt) pizza. "And you're the famed Inuyasha."
Inuyasha didn't even bother with an acknowledgement. "So what do you want with me?"
Miroku shrugged. "Well, I'm still relatively new here myself, and I just figured 'Who better to make friend's with than another newcomer?' "
Inuyasha snorted lightly. "I don't do 'friendship' so well."
Miroku smiled calmly. "I think it's worth a shot. I'm willing to wait it out and see."
"Feh."
There was an awkward pause, glazed over by Miroku's ever-present smile.
"So…" Miroku began, "What kind of music do you listen to? Your iPod was cranked up so loud I could hear 'Castaway' across the table," he grinned.
Inuyasha perked up; very little meant more to him than his music. Coincidentally, Miroku had similar tastes, cutting along the ska/punk line, with Inuyasha leaning more towards punk and Miroku more towards ska.
During one of their now less awkward pauses, Miroku caught Inuyasha's gaze floating towards a nearby table. He glanced over inconspicuously.
"Already scoping out the cream of the crop, I see," he lilted. Inuyasha's head snapped around.
"Ah, shut up," he growled. "I don't know what you mean."
Miroku just smiled.
"Hey, it's understandable! Sango's off limits, though; I plan to make her mine, given enough time. She's the one with the pink mascara on, over there. The shorthaired brunette next to her is Tamashii, although everyone just calls her Tama. The redheaded, green eyed beauty? Ayame. Watch out, though, she's got her heart set on Koga, you're little dance partner. "
Inuyasha ignored the jest. "Who's the last one, there? The quiet brunette?"
"I was getting there," Miroku smiled. "Impatient, are we not? That's Kagome. Even going past her looks, she's nice. A real, fine lady." Glancing over to the side, he was easily able to recognize that gleam in Inuyasha's eyes. "You've already chosen her, hmm? You're just waiting to leave your mark…"
There was a silence, as Inuyasha gaze continued. Finally, he tore his eyes down. "She looks stupid," he muttered, before digging in (not without disgust).
"New boy's looking at you," smiled Sango, tilting her head towards her best. "Right there, next to the perv…"
Kagome chuckled. "Just because he 'accidentally' bumped into you a few times, it doesn't make him perverted…frankly, I admire his will-power. Your icy gaze is enough to freeze any boy's heart."
"He's too hot-blooded…" Sango shook her head.
Ayame simpered. "I can't believe that Inuyasha character hit Koga! Koga!" She cast a burning glance towards him. "What'd he ever do to him?"
Tama raised her eyebrow lightly. "It's not that hard of a stretch to picture Koga offending someone…Although rumor is he wasn't the one who started it."
Her eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look, as Ayame burst into new rants about injustice. "Such a tough guy…you gotta admire a guy with guts like those. Not to mention looks to kill. He's got the whole rough around the edges thing going for him, in a good way!"
She seemed to consider. "That's it!" she cried, slamming her fist down on the table. "I'm going to make him mine!"
Kagome gagged on a bite of pizza she had just snagged with her teeth.
Tama's eyes whipped around. "What's the matter, Kagome? Don't tell me you're after him, too?"
Kagome forced a laugh through her coughs. "Hardly! Cute though he may be, but courteous he certainly is not."
Tama smiled victoriously. "Than he's mine…"
Kagome's smile became slightly distracted with thought. Yes…he is cute. Very. And he is rude.…but…there was something in those amber eyes…something…genuine…It was strong in a way muscles just can't comprehend…
She shrugged to herself. "Best of luck…"
Now, the question is: Was she talking to Tama? Or herself?
Inuyasha sat a lone in the detention room, chucking a pencil at the ceiling.Kagome…
The name kept drifting through his cluttered mind, stowing away on his train of thought and leaping off before the next station.
"Feh.."
The pencil stayed embedded in the ceiling tile, as the detention bell rang.
Alright, sorry for the relatively long lapse in updates. The story is progressing in my head, if not on paper…and don't you worry, the story is Inuyasha and Kagome, Tama's there because, frankly, I like the way she came out, and to add a little spice, not to mention drama.
A warning: Eventually, there will be some graphic scenes, be it violence or sex. Watch out (or look forward to, depending on your prerogative) for the future.
The song, as mentioned in the story, was "Castaway," by Green Day. Yes, I know, it seems childish to put in my own musical tastes, but hey, lets be honest; What's the most frequent conversation starter amongst strangers? "So, what music do you listen to?"
Game, set, and match.