Disclaimer: I own no characters of Inu Yasha, simple the plot and the wish to do so.

Summery: Kagome is considered a dork, a nerd, a loner. So who would ever suspect her to be Keorinite, the host of a very popular radio station called "Radio Romance" ?

Unknown to anyone about her secret identity, she helps the young lovers of Japan with their problems.

Little does she know that someone has their eye out for her…

Radio Romance

Slowly, a girl's figure emerged from behind the piano. It was, indeed, the same Kagome that Inu Yasha, Miroku, and Sango had met in the halls.

Kagome bowed deeply before of the class. "Good morning," She fidgeted with her fingers.

Grunts of disappointment and silent laughter were heard from throughout the room. Though she was not striking, one had to admit she was a hiding beauty. Unlike like the other girls, she wasn't sporting the latest set of clothes, nor was she showing quite a bit of skin. She, instead, held herself with a great lack of confidence.

"Wonderful," Tanaka-sensei gloated. "Absolutely wonderful! I say, my dear, you will go far. Now, you will just stand next to Hojo, yes, right there, where I can see you! Perfect.

"Now, come, come, all of you! Open your books to page forty-eight. I think a song will be a good start to the new year, don't you?" She grabbed a semi-thick book from the top of her doily-covered desk, and sang along with them in a chorus of "Welcome, Welcome!" with the tap of her music stand.

About two minutes to the bell did sensei begin speaking, rather than singing. "No homework for today, class. Any questions? No? Dismissed." With an over eccentric wave of her hand, she waved them goodbye. What kind of homework could you get exactly form music class anyways? Many thought it was just Tanaka-sensei's way of making herself feel she truly was a teacher, instead of a middle-aged, minimum-waged music teacher.

Everyone began filing out, looking less than excited to get to their next class.

Just as Kagome was walking through the door, a voice made her abruptly stop. "Hey, Kagome!" It called out. It was Sango.

"Hey!" She greeted again. "That was great! I never would've had the guts to do that!"

Kagome merely looked down, looking as if she found something very interesting on her shoes. "Thank you," She was back to the bashful girl Sango had ran into.

"Um, hey, what's your next class?"

She quickly scanned the schedule in her hand. "Gym."

The girl beside her beamed. "Great! That's my next class, too! We'll walk down together."

Meanwhile, Inu Yasha and Miroku stayed back a bit, chatting about their recent class.

"Wow… never would've expected that coming out of her. Did you?"

Inu Yasha shook his head. "Nope, not at all. I guess they really mean it when they say, don't judge a book by its cover."

"Yeah, I guess…" Miroku nodded without glancing at him. He was too distracted at the small clique of girls passing by.

"Hey, Miroku," The one in the middle waved, seductively. The two on either side of her followed suit.

He flashed a quirky grin their way. "Hey there, girls,"

"Ugh, you are such a... a guy!" Sango said heatedly, witnessing what had just happened. She stomped off, dragging a rather confused Kagome with her.

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"UGH! I swear, Miroku is so shallow!" She gave a harsh remark with they were in the girls' locker rooms. "Just 'cause that ditz, Azura, wears the shortest skirts, which are honestly more like belts, and flips her hair in his direction… ARGG!"

A shadow of a smile appeared in Kagome's face. "Sounds to me as if you were jealous." She said in a low voice, so the other girls in the room couldn't eavesdrop.

Sango gave a face, which made Kagome immediately think she had said the wrong thing. "I'm- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She bowed her head and began walking out. A gripped hand on her arm stopped her short.

"You're right… I probably do sound a bit jealous." She rubbed her arm, as though she were just burned. "I mean, I'm not jealous or anything! He's not even my boyfriend!" She took her misshapen school uniform (which consisted of a kilt and collared shirt) and stuffed it in her bag.

"These gym uniforms are a little, uh, revealing." Kagome commented, looking down at her greatly exposed legs.

Her newly found friend examined their uniform as well. "Funny… I said the exact same thing my first year."

Sango smoothed out her shirt, as if to make it seem longer. "Time for gym,"

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"Okay, class, huddle up!" Akara-sensei, also known as Coach, blew her shrill whistle. "We have a new student today. Can you please step up?" Coach breathed in deeply, how she loved the outdoors!

Though very warm, she noticed that the slight chill in the wind gave all of her students goose flesh.

Kagome stepped out from behind the crowd. Unknown faces looked up at her, making her breathe shorten. Her arm encircled her, making her feel somewhat protected.

"My name is Higurashi, Kagome, ma'am." She bent down slightly, as to not wanting to give the others' a full view of her behind.

Coach beamed. "Ah, what respect! Now, what're you good at, Kagome? Soccer, basketball, volleyball?"

"Um, I guess I'm okay at archery," She said shyly.

"Excellent!" Coach said, clearly very pleased. "Say, you wouldn't have any miko blood in you, now would ya?"

Kagome nodded her head.

"Hmm, impressive. Now, let's see what you can do." Coach handed her a rather old bow, and a handful of dulled arrows. "Your target, that tree over. Do you see it?"

Kagome looked beyond her pointing finger, eyeing the distant tree. "Yes, ma'am," She stood at the mark Coach had drawn up and aimed. Quivering slightly she let go, the arrow flowing with an air of slight magic. It struck high on the rough bark of the tree, amazing most of the other students.

"Exceptional! And stop with that ma'am stuff. I'm not your grandmother." Coach laughed. She gave Kagome a pounding slap on the back, making the tiny girl nearly fall.

"Now, Miss. Kikyo, please step up as well." She called out to another girl. Eyes widen as they saw the familiarity of their features. Kikyo's eyes flashed as she realized it as well.

"Welcome to Shikon High, Higurashi." She said stiffly.

Plucking the bow and arrows from her hands, she took aim also, striking just beside Kagome's own arrow. But it too had glittered prettily with the scent of enchantment. She smirked, clearly unsatisfied, and handed the equipment back forcefully.

Kagome took the nod from Coach as a sign to go once again. A bit more confident this time, she let go. It cut through the air, slicing Kikyo's recent arrow right down the middle. Kikyo's eyebrows rose unattractively.

"Nice shot," Her nostrils flared as she pushed Kagome away to take another shot. Rather scarily, she snarled as she failed to do the same to Kagome's arrow. She huffed, dropping the stuff on the ground. "This gear is garbage," She brushed Kagome off.

"T-that was amazing," The girl stammered. It was unusual how she felt so small in the Kikyo's poised presence. She picked up the forgotten bow and arrows and handed them back to Coach.

And after a lively game of rugby (boys versus girls), they retreated back to the locker rooms.

Glad to be out of the gaudy gym attire, Sango took her elbow. "Come have lunch with me and the guys. It'll be a relief not being the only girl at the table." She offered a smile, bribing her with a smile.

Somewhat unsure with the invitation, she agreed nonetheless. On the way to the cafeteria, they started up some small talk.

"I don't think Kikyo likes me very much," Kagome whispered when the subject had been brought up.

Sango merely dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. "Ignore her. She's just grumpy 'cause she got her tail kicked at one of the only things her tiny brain is capable of."

The hustle and bustle of the cafeteria blew Kagome away. Long lines of famished students seem to take up most of the space in the rather large room.

"Oh, look!" She turned to the girl beside her. "There are they guys," Pushing through the crowd, they were greeted with sights of the two pigging out.

Sango moaned, making Kagome giggle slightly. But a soothing voice behind them stopped all movement.

"My, my, who might you be?"

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And here ends another (edited) chapter of Radio Romance. Hope you enjoyed it!