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Higurashi Kagome-san, No Need for High School!
Kagome x ?. Pairings are undecided… and so therefore, to cover it up, I'll say they're (cough) 'secret'… However, there may be a little of Sango x Miroku if I find time and the appropriate moment.
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Staying remote and mysteriously attractive and violent for forever is never easy. Despondently dashing men are picnics, next to tragic death and deep-rooted hatred. But then again, when bloody revenge and budding love is concerned, Kagome had better watch her step. Kagome x ?
Disclaimer: So basically… I don't own Inuyasha, and don't claim to. Everything else, AKA writing, plot, et cetera IS MINE.
(A/N: Okay, So I haven't gotten my magic six reviews yet. (sighs) That's alright, just this once. I'm feeling… flexible. (faint smile) This cold snow-in-March weather really has me out-of-whack. Look, I'm even updating without too much blah. (stares)
(On a lighter note, glad to say that I've non-officially found proof against that old vegetables-help-you-grow thing. At least… sort of. My fingers are typing so slowly… SLOWLY… (Tired out from that Flowers for Love… story, I guess.
(So, presenting, Higurashi Kagome-san, No Need for High School. Part I, Chapter II. (Keep that crazy prologue in mind…)
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The greatest tragedy is not that we fall in love with those that are incapable of loving us in return, ever the unattainable, nor the harsh and unforgiving pangs of unrequited romance… it is that we simply cease to love at all…
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Higurashi Kagome-san, No Need for High School!
Part I; Illusions Deceive
Chapter II; Engulf
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RECAP…The memories lurched inside her, and she couldn't stare any longer. She broke her gaze away, and sank to her knees pathetically, her buttocks resting on her calves. Bringing a hand to eye level, she furiously peeled away the steel-plated glove. The metal inlaid along the back made a dull thump as it crushed the grass below it.
The red liquid had seeped through…
Her breath caught in her throat, and as if in a trance-like state, she stared at her reflection, hand still in the air.
Slowly she brought it to her face, emotions indescribable, eyes a placid hazel once more. It caressed her cheek, before its gloved mate floated up. Together they cupped her face as she bent over the water, cradling her thoughts in the palms of her hands.
She couldn't help it.
Traces of fire scorched a pathway down her face, traitorous snakes.
She cried there, silent and pensive, unsuspecting of the eyes that observed her with passionate coolness.
Once it had begun, it couldn't be helped. They were indestructible—unstoppable.
Ironic.
She had promised herself never to cry again. And here she was, in all her glorious misery, a reminder of her crystalline teardrops echoing in the brook below.
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AND HERE YOU ARE…Roughly, Kagome wiped the reminder of her tears from her azure orbs with the back of her hands. Bending over slightly, she rinsed off any sign of crimson liquid from her tanned hands and gloves, and stood. Inuyasha didn't move. Kagome's eyes watched his chest rise slowly with calm deliberation.
She stared for a minute more, before walking over, and hauling him into a more comfortable position. And then she strode out of the clearing, replacing her signature gloves once more. One final glance back, and she was on her way.
Even more students' eyes were fixed onto her form now, as she walked back to her sanrinsha, smoothing the flawless handlebars. "I won, for you." She told it lowly, before patting the seat a final time and retrieving her enormous yellow school bag. She unzipped it, and yanked out a cover smoothly, before sliding the black fabric over the bike, a small smile gracing her face.
People ogled openly. "Did… did Taisho lose?" A few asked her, happy to be annoying distractions.
She ignored them promptly. 'I will not lower myself to arrogance. I'm close enough as is.' The shrill cry of a bell echoed through the halls, and out the open doors, and Kagome's head lifted momentarily, before she returned to properly chaining her bike to the curb bumper in the space. 'More important, anyway.' Pupils shuffled inside grudgingly.
At last, Kagome stood, straightened her clothes, and gave herself a general once-over. Sighing, she gritted her teeth and turned away from the school, showing it her back. Quickly she pulled out the white ribbon in her obsidian-cerulean hair, re-plaiting her loose over-the-shoulder braid to perfection. She licked a finger, and slicked back a stray lock.
Snatching her bag, she strode purposefully towards the closing doors, sprinting the last few steps to slip inside. Once inside, Kagome found it eerie. The halls were empty. She shrugged it off, instead squinting at the small signs perpendicular to the light beige-with-white-and-gray-flecks walls.
Prominent Office…Kagome sighed, rolling her eyes, and made her way over.
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"…" Kagome stepped into the sterile room, wincing as the scent of strong citrus disinfectant snaked its way in her direction. "Excuse me?" She asked politely, bowing slightly at the waist, her average alto voice inquisitive.
"Hai…?" There was a fairly average woman at the desk on the left side. Her hair was slicked back into a small high ponytail, and the jet black mass gleamed. Her crimson eyes flickered up, before she glanced up tediously, her beaded earrings dangling with the movement. Her pale face could have once been very beautiful, but age had diminished it.
"I am a new transfer student and I—"
The woman nodded curtly. "Very well. One moment, have a seat. I just have to finish this up…" Kagome closed her slack maw, glancing around the bleak office, before propping herself up against a wall, leaning on it. Eventually she sank down to the floor, her legs bent in front of her, elbows on her knees, hands cradling her head.
She looked up as the door opened and slammed, with a multitude of footsteps in tow. Seven teens shuffled in, dragging their feet. The shortest lead them, his gleaming azure-green eyes sparkling. They flashed as they alighted upon her. And then they were up at the desk. Without looking up, the secretary asked, "Nani? What do you want, you seven idiots? Which one is the brain, again?" So, she was familiar with them.
The shortest smirked, on the edge of becoming sadistic, but managing to remain semi-polite. "We need medical leave for the day, until third period." Only then did the middle-aged woman stray from her paperwork.
"You look peachy to me."
Then another, far less caring bit out, "Woman, we have an important… an important dentist's appointment soon. Kyoukotsu has been whining all day. It would be beneficial to us all if you could just sign the slip and let us get on with life." His voice was fairly monotonous, but threatening all the same.
The woman sighed futilely, making a big deal out of nothing as she rummaged through a file cabinet, searching. "Here, kids." She shoved a light green paper at them. "Fill one out… each." The paper stack split into seven. "Serve you right…" She muttered darkly.
Having decided she'd waited long enough, Kagome stood, and dusted off her usual obsidian trench coat. She lovingly polished the silver clasps that reached to the end of her ribcage, which ended right before the whole thing opened and swirled around her legs. Nonchalantly, she asked in a steady tone, "Are you finished?"
The woman's head snapped up, and she glared. "No."
Kagome stood her ground, glaring glacially. "Iie? After all this time?" She unhooked her thumbs from the hole in her slim and tall tee shirt, rolling the soft crimson fabric between her index finger and thumb. "No?" She stared blankly at the woman, trying to be unnerving. It was working. Her baggy Wrangler jeans shifted around her toned legs as she sauntered up. "No, ne?"
"Urusai," The woman snapped at last, beckoning her up closer. "Fill this out."
'Is that her remedy for everything?' Kagome drawled out sarcastically in her mind, digging in her enormous yellow backpack for a pencil. Succeeding in her task, she twirled it around a few times before focusing. She answered the questions vaguely, keeping aloof. Eventually she walked up. The other seven were still staring, squinting, or making faces at their forms.
"Good, good, bad, bad." The receptionist responded, just as the one that blurted out before collected the forms and turned them in. The woman checked them over, before nodding in a bird-like way. "Here." She thrust the slip at him, and waved them away.
As the shortest left, he grinned, with an alluring, but small and possibly seductive smirk, eyes glinting. "Kouun." He spoke lightly, waving with his thumb and two first fingers slightly as he exited.
'Yeah, I'll need it.'
"So… You live 'around Tokyo'? Your favorite subjects 'are yet to be determined'? You work well with 'yourself'? You transferred from 'somewhere in Tokyo'?" The lady raised a brow, reaching over for the intercom. Kagome could tell the word 'security' was on her lips.
"Hai," She replied. "I heard that Kakera was a very promising school. I'm not sure whether or not I'm right." She gave a prolonged glance at the woman's hand. The secretary removed her appendage testily.
"Hnn?" The woman seemed interested, now. Kagome nodded, before continuing.
"I got recommended by my aniki. He attended this school, before." A lump formed in her throat. It was true, but that had nothing to do with her emotions now.
"What was his name?" Her fingers were poised over the keyboard.
"Higurashi Souta." She checked up on it, before eyeing the cross-dressed girl in front of her.
"He was one of our best students. I hope you play to those standards, Higurashi-san." Kagome bowed politely. "So far you have been quite the lady, despite my persistence test." Kagome froze. 'Test? Lady? Can she see…?' she pondered. "Yes, I can see that." Kagome was disbelieving. "Even so, I take it that you would like to either wear the boy's uniform, or none? I can see that." She wordlessly handed Kagome a few extra-large sized uniforms, and a large and medium as well.
Her smile twisted, and a spark of beauty entered her face. She was young again, if for just a moment. "Kaze-Majo Kagura, at your service. I'm on your side." With that, she returned to her dreary façade, printing out a sheet of paper. "This is your schedule. Here, take the map—it'll come in handy—I marked some things special for you…" She scribbled down a few notes, and circled and scratched out routes. "And this is your late pass. Don't make excuses. And you are exempt from code, if for just today."
Kagome nodded, grateful. She turned to leave, before casting a final glance back. "Arigatou, Kagura-sama. Arigatou."
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Kagome inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, as she wandered the halls, occasionally pausing to check the map in her fist. It was true—Kagura had marked some good shortcuts, as well as excellent hideouts. Odd, it struck Kagome, but helpful anyway. The halls were eerily deserted. She smiled slightly, knowing there was no one to see it.
She was wrong. As she rounded the corner, she replaced her emotionless mask and continued. There was a girl. She looked about ready to pull the locker door off its hinges, and was glaring murderously at it, furiously twisting the dial. "Do you require assistance, otome-san?" Kagome asked politely, bowing slightly.
"Iie, I can fight my own battles." The girl spared a smile for Kagome, before beating at the locker in vain. "Idiotic thing, always getting stuck, even now." She sighed tediously, and redid her high ponytail of dark brown hair. Her hazel eyes burned with loathing, and she grumbled as she sank down next to it, head in hands. Kagome was startled when she roared and viciously elbowed the door without hesitating, flinching, or giving a warning.
"Ara… Let me see…" The cross-dressing girl began, inspecting the locker. "There's something in the hinges."
The other teen stood, dusting herself off. She peered over Kagome's shoulder. "Hnn, you're correct. I think it's Miroku-san's homework."
"You stole some girl's homework?"
"Guy, actually. And no, I'm keeping it clean for him… or I was." The girl grinned, and offered out her hand. "Majime-Awarege Sango. Congratulations on being the first boy who hasn't made a move on me in this shirt." She pointed down to her attire—a slim pink shirt, with the words, 'I hate pink. Who wants me to take this off?' and loose black leather jeans. Her face was pretty bare of makeup; just a touch of dusty rose eye shadow and sheer lip-gloss.
"Hnn…" Kagome didn't comment on the fact that they literally weren't a good match of type. She turned back to the locker, and Sango shrugged.
"Haven't seen you around here, before."
"I'm a transfer."
"Ara! So, do you need someone to show you around?"
"Iie. No thank you." Kagome replied casually. "Kagura-sama gifted me with a map." Sango looked shocked.
"She hasn't been helpful in… years!" Sango blinked again, and squinted suspiciously at Kagome. "Hnn… if you say so. Do you think you can get it open? It's kind of useless to try, but it wastes time—" Her mouth closed as Kagome stared at the door intently, figuring the best place to attack.
"Hnn…!" Kagome nodded, with a brief smile as she turned until she was at a forty-five degree angle to the hinges of the door. Suddenly she snapped her hips, and her leg was in the air, hurtling towards the locker, catching on the little unclosed edge, where the door didn't quite meet where it was supposed to, and yanking it open with a final twist of her hips. She permitted herself a little victory smirk as she caught the wildly swinging door, and held it open for the gaping Sango. "There, otome-san."
"I-I haven't seen anyone pull something as stupidly ingenious as that since Kouga-sama… and a few… others." Sango stared at Kagome nervously. "You aren't some crazy, right? Anou… if you are…" Sango blinked. "Oi, I didn't notice, but… chikuso, you're quite the bishounen!"
Kagome laughed melodiously, blushing, and shook her head. "No, I'm not." She laughed again. "Ja ne, otome-san." She raised her hand, thumb and two closest fingers extended, the others not, in a farewell gesture.
"Sayonara, bishounen-sama!"
Kagome just shook her head, and strode briskly down the hall, not looking back.
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Higurashi Kagome's mind was filled with bleak blankness as she stared dully at the blackboard. The room was touched by incessant chatter, and gossiping girls. The boys were crowded in their own corners, and there she sat, isolated by the windows. Staring either at the board, the clock, or the scenery outside. The latter was the nicest, because the school had excellent landscaping done for the campus.
She sighed, and slumped slightly in her desk.
Fugainai Myouga had gifted them all with a free period, as he dozed off behind his mound of papers to grade from the last term. So far, judging by first period, this school didn't really need terribly smart people after all. Nothing special—she would have been better off helping Majime-Awarege Sango in the halls.
She sighed again, and laid her warm forehead down against the cold and sterile desk surface. She inhaled slowly, and exhaled just as quickly. "Oi. Oi, wake up, otaku-ama."
Kagome luxuriously straightened partially, and turned, glaring. Her soft hazel eyes hardened, glinting a jagged sky blue, then darkening to indigo upon seeing the girl.
She was impertinent, with red hair twirled back into two high ponytails, malicious green eyes, and a sullen look. Her short-sleeved shirt barely touched mid-ribcage, leaving her pale midriff exposed, while the gauzy material shimmed with a blinding revenge. At least she had the decency to wear a paper-thin turtleneck below it, although it was chopped right above her belly. Her shorts rolled up to mid-thigh, while the waist was lowered down her hips. Her foot-less socks were knee-high, and plain white, contrasting with her green high heels. On her arms were a variety of bangles, and a white mantle was draped around her shoulders, connected by a strand of green beads.
Kagome inquired quietly, "Hai?"
"Otaku-ama! Nice to know you're alive and breathing my air. Now shut up and stop." The girl forced a smile, before staring intently at Kagome. "Fruit. Scum, I heard you mussed up my boyfriend. I don't take this lightly."
"…" Kagome didn't reply. Eventually she began, "Well, then…?"
"Kimagure Ayame-sama, to you."
"Hnn… Higurashi-san."
Ayame sneered in distaste. "Like I care, pretty boy."
"Keep in mind; you do have a beau." Kagome slashed out monotonously, and Ayame's face burned crimson. "And… I couldn't possibly have demolished him to much more than before, Kimagure." Ayame twitched, and shifted her weight from foot to foot, pouting furiously. "It's kind of pathetic, how you hang on him and manage to entrance him while doing… that." Kagome nodded towards some guy's hand on the girl's thigh. The girl grimaced, and shoved the teen away, snarling.
"How dare you imply that! You'll be sorry you ever said that, otaku-ama. So sorry." Ayame's face darkened, and a thin sheen of red touching her orbs. A slow smirk boiled across her features, and her hands twisted sadistically, cracking this way and that. "Let's see if you can drown those fancy words in your own blood."
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(A/N: Okay, so I finally updated! Consider it… an Easter present. May the 'rabbit' leave a chocolate hazelnut pirouette stick on your face! Oh, and may the 'chick' leave you an omelet that is reusable as a toupee (hnn, that looks so funny written out)! I only got three reviews, but they were fairly long, so I'm okay.
I guess.
Anyway, I'll just wrap up the rest of my things, and mosey along to post this. I just feel bad because I haven't updated anything (just one-shots) in a month… or two.
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And so Majime-Awarege Sango and Higurashi Kagome-san part ways… but will it be their final meeting? That's unlikely. However, a new issue arises with this so-called Kimagure Ayame, and her reluctance to forgive and forget. Not that Higurashi Kagome-san doesn't mind a fight—it's just she has better things to do. And besides, who wants to squash a backstabbing girlfriend for some jerk you don't even like? With introductions awry, and tempers aflame, will Higurashi Kagome-san keep her gender to herself?
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Vocabulary;
Sanrinsha- motorcycle
Hai- yes
Nani?- what?
Iie- no
-ne?- add-on for emphasis, usually to a question (similar to 'eh?') (EX: Inuyasha sure loves his ramen, ne?) (Inuyasha: STOP USING ME AS AN EXAMPLE!)
Urusai- shut up
Kouun- good luck, fortune
Kakera- shard (shorthand for the school name, in this case)
Aniki- respectful term for 'elder brother'
Arigatou- thank you (semi-formal)
-sama- suffix to a name, usually indicating royalty, nobility, respect, admiration, et cetera
Otome- girl
-san- suffix to a name, meaning Mr., Ms., or Mrs.
Ara- ah
Anou…- er…, well…, erm…, ah…, ar…, et cetera (stumbling words)
Oi- hey
Chikuso- damn
Sayonara- goodbye
Bishounen- pretty boy (literally) (better thought of as hot or appealing boy)
Ja ne- see ya, see you
Otaku- nerd, geek (disrespectful, not teasing)
-ama- disrespectful suffix to a name, meaning 'bitch'
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Review Credits: A rain check of muse-pokes and chocolate hazelnut sticks (super delicious food!) to:
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Story Notes:
-See, despite her appearance in nature, Kagome really does care. She just doesn't like to show it.
-Did you guess whom the secretary was? Hnn, hnn? Hnn, she's the queen of paperwork sadism.
-It's pretty obvious who the group was, but didn't you expect Inuyasha's group, or something different?
-Ironic, how they scour out their students and then have some almost truly academically challenged students. I'm not going to say names, 'cause that's mean.
-Amazingly, no, I won't write the name translations. If you have a question, feel free to ask it, whether its related to that or not.
-I completely changed the meeting of Sango and Kagome, BUT I will probably go back and have a second run-in closer to the original plot. And no sight of Kouga yet, just a mention. He's likely to show up soon. This plot line moves slower but more dramatically than Kagome vs. Shikon High. Oh, and yes, Sango thinks Kagome is a guy, and a cute one at that. (laughs) It'll be funny later on in the story, when that factor comes into play.
-No, it isn't likely that Ayame will suddenly change her bad ways. Sorry, but she's probably going to stay on the villain (of sort) list.
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Ja ne,
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And company. My adorably annoying muses. 'Kotsu and the Grumpy One (who is being nice for now and therefore can be called Sess-sen).
(P.S. Hope you enjoyed this, and will show some self-restraint when poking at us… If not… (evil smile) Anyhow, thanks for reading Higurashi Kagome-san, No Need for High School (cough come back cough)!)
Chapter Finished: 4.10.06 Forgive (and forget) errors you come across, unless they're insane.
Post: 4.12.06. Sorry for the delay, just checking things, finishing up the A/N.
Spell Check: Yep.
Brain Check: Hnn. That's not funny, 'Kotsu. Then again, it is. (Unfortunately, now you'll be stuck being the Easter rabbit for a day.)