Not That Social

Chapter Twelve: Positive Tension

A/N: I figured that Miroku and Sango weren't getting enough air-time so there will be a little bit of action in this one. Well, not so much action as much as flirting—just because I love to see them bicker like an old married couple.

I was listening to Bloc Party when I wrote this.

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. Look how many there are! I can't believe this…


She wanted to pull the blankets over hear head and hide from the world, wrapped in the comfort provided by her bed. The world was moving too fast outside her window, and she just wanted it all to slow down.

Rolling over and crushing her face against her pillow, Kagome let out a sigh and tried to forget about the homework that she didn't finish the night before. Every two minutes her alarm clock would buzz, alerting her to the fact that she needed to get up.

'But I'm so comfortable,' she thought dreamily, swatting at the wretched machine with a blind hand. After knocking over a lamp and stabbing herself with an ink pen, she rolled over and managed to unplug the sleep tormentor.

"Much better," she sighed and rolled back over, the pillow placed securely over her ears. Just as she was about to dose off again, she heard a faint tapping on her bedroom door. With a groan of annoyance she threw her pillow at the door before calling out a "who's there?"

"Are you getting up, dear?" Her mother poked her head through the door, giving her daughter a warm smile.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Kagome replied around a yawn, gently pulling back the blankets and climbing out of bed.

She stumbled twice, once around a pile of dirty clothes, and again over her tipped-over desk chair, before finally making it to her door. Stifling a yawn, she set to work on her usual morning ritual, all the while trying to block out thoughts of a certain inu hanyou from her math class.


The school bell rang with frightening clarity as students piled into the concrete building, half awake and looking forward to the end of the day. Inuyasha wasn't one of these students.

Standing outside in the parking lot, a spent cigarette dancing carelessly on the edge of his lips, he surveyed the sea of adolescents rushing to their immediate fate.

"Cattle," he chuckled under his breath, exhaling a puff of smoke through his nose. He was about to stub the cigarette out on the pavement when a red Chevy pushed past him and slammed on its breaks, conveniently placed between the two yellow lines indicating a parking spot. The driver's window was down, and Inuyasha picked up on the deep bass of a metal song blasting from within.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Miroku asked with a cocky grin, climbing out of his car and smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket.

"I'm not in the mood, asshole," Inuyasha stubbed out his cigarette, shoving past Miroku and roughly nudging his shoulder, causing the other man to stumble backwards slightly.

"That's not what you're mom said last night!" Miroku called after Inuyasha's retreating form.

The hanyou let out a slight chuckle at the pervert's pathetic attempt at a comeback, before wrenching open the front doors to the school and heading to his locker.

The halls were already empty before Inuyasha made it to locker #362, all of the students sitting patiently behind wooden desks, eager for their lessons. It made him want to gag.

"Mr. Taisho, I see that you're late again," he heard someone say behind him. Spinning around on his heels, Inuyasha came nose-to-nose with Mr. Ichiro, the vice principle and hard-ass of the school.

"Ichiro-san," Inuyasha bowed slightly, showing as little respect as possible. "To what do I owe this extreme pleasure?"

"I think you have an idea, Mr. Taisho," Mr. Ichiro smirked bitterly. He was a short, fat man with a thick black mustache that earned him the nickname Mario. Inuyasha was waiting for the day that Mr. Ichiro made the mistake and wore suspenders to school. "I'd like to see you in my office."

"But Ichiro-san, I'm already late for class as it is," Inuyasha hid a smile. "You wouldn't want me to be any later than I already am, now, would you?"

"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt your record," Mr. Ichiro snarled, clicking his heels to the tiled floor and walking off in long, determined strides. He was expecting Inuyasha to follow him but once he realized that his footsteps were the only ones echoing down the hallway, he turned around to see Inuyasha fiddling through his locker. "Mr. Taisho," he coughed.

Inuyasha's head shot out of the locker with a look of surprise plastered on his face.

"Me, sir?" he asked innocently, his index finger pointed at his heart.

"Yes you," Mr. Ichiro growled out between clenched teeth. "Follow me, please."

Inuyasha could tell that the man was trying to keep his composure, but he was failing miserably. A large, beet-red vein was throbbing right in the middle of his forehead, racing faster as he turned to walk down the hallway.

"If you insist, sir," Inuyasha called after him, falling in step behind the vice principle.

"Have a seat," Mr. Ichiro gestured once they were in his office and the door was closed. Inuyasha obeyed, lifting his feet up and planting them firmly on the oak desk before him.

"You have a very lovely office," he commented, looking around harmlessly.

"Enough of this nonsense," Mr. Ichiro growled, shoving Inuyasha's feet off his desk and sitting down. "This is a serious matter. One of my sources informed me that you've been causing trouble on campus."

"What kind of trouble, sir?"

"Don't act all innocent, you know exactly what I mean!" He yelled. Catching himself, Mr. Ichiro coughed lightly and calmed his voice. "From what I hear, you've been starting fights."

"Me, sir?"

"YES YOU!"

"Sir, if I admitted to what you are insisting I have done, may I leave?" Inuyasha asked with a bored tone.

"Mr. Taisho, I am a firm believer in the penalty of delinquents such as you. In order to right the wrongs that I know you have committed, I am sentencing you to three weeks detention."

"Sentencing me? So you're a fucking judge now?" Inuyasha caught himself after he said it, but it was too late.

"If you have a problem with that, Mr. Taisho, we can raise it to four weeks." Mr. Ichiro began to scribble out a hall pass before looking up again. "You are dismissed, Mr. Taisho."

Inuyasha stood there for a moment, distressed that he didn't get the last word, before taking the hall pass and heading to the door. Just as he was about to turn the knob, he turned back to the vice principle.

"You know, Ichiro-san, I find it funny how a guy as anal retentive as you has the balls to boss around someone like me."

Mr. Ichiro just sat there, mouth agape, shocked by what Inuyasha had just said. Before he could comment, the hanyou was gone.


Kagome searched the courtyard for Inuyasha that day at lunch, but when she couldn't find him she headed towards Sango and Miroku. Just as she walked up to them she heard the telltale sign that they were doing just fine.

"Pervert!" Sango yelled, followed by a resounding slap to one pervert's left cheek.

"Sango, dear, I slipped—honest," Miroku pleaded, holding a hand to his reddened cheek.

"I see you guys are getting along great," Kagome laughed as she sat down on the grass. "Have you seen Inuyasha today?"

"I thought I saw him in the hallway earlier…" Miroku answered, searching his memory bank.

"Oh well, I'm sure he'll turn up eventually." She went to open her lunch pale when she heard yet another slap from Sango.

"I swear, letch, this is the last time!"

"But Sango, I can not help it if you're beauty entices me. You even put the lights of Tokyo to shame with your beauty!"

Sango couldn't help but blush at that last statement, but she hid it quickly and stood up. "I need to use the rest room."

"Oh, I'll come with you!" Kagome cheered, noticing her friend's distress. Sango shot Kagome a smile before walking towards the building.

"So much for that one," Miroku mumbled into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The bathroom was packed with at least half a dozen teenage girls fixing their makeup and fiddling with their hair. There wasn't a single spot available by the mirror. Fed up with this display of teenaged obsession, Kagome decided to do something about it.

"Out, out, out!" Kagome yelled at the top of her lungs, waving her arms around frantically. "Orlando Bloom is in the hallway!"

All of the girls squealed in excitement and rushed out of the small bathroom. Once she was sure that it was just her and Sango, Kagome went over and locked the door.

"That's better," Kagome smiled. "Now spill."

"Spill? What is there to spill?" Sango asked nervously as she headed towards the sink and splashed her face with cold water. "Everything is just peachy."

"Peachy? I think I know when things are 'peachy,' and this definitely isn't the time." Kagome smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her friend's back.

"It's just…he's so annoying, and boastful, and flirtatious…and-and I hate him!" Sango exploded, hiding her face in her hands.

"I take it you're talking about Miroku?" Kagome asked with a smile. Sango just nodded, still hiding her face in embarrassment. "You have nothing to worry about with him. If you've noticed, I haven't seen him hit on any other girls in quite some time…"

"Really?" Sango asked hopefully, looking up. "What do you think that means?"

"Maybe…maybe that he likes you? I mean, likes you more than he does the other girls." Kagome giggled, she loved hooking friends up.

"He would never like me. Not that I like him, or anything—mind you." She added quickly. "He's perverted, and gross, and…and…maybe I do like him."

"I knew it!" Kagome clasped her hands together and bounced on the balls of her feet. "You guys have chemistry, I'm telling you. I think you would make a great couple!"

"But…we're friends—nothing more. I'm sure he's just hitting on me to get laid."

"Right, and I'm just hitting on Inuyasha because I like his ears."

"What?" Sango looked up. It was then that Kagome realized that Sango didn't know about her and the hanyou.

"Oh nothing, I was just being silly," Kagome laughed nervously. "So I think that you and Miroku—"

"Oh, no, missy," Sango shook her finger. "You aren't getting off that easy. I know you guys were talking that night at the concert, but…"

"Seriously, Sango, it's nothing," Kagome replied sheepishly, her hand inching up to play with her hair. "Honest."

"Hey, if I have to tell you about Miroku, then you have to tell me about Inuyasha."

"Fine," Kagome sighed. "But you have to tell me, honestly, how you feel about Miroku before I tell you anything about Inuyasha."

"Deal," the two friends shook on it. "Well…I don't really know where to start, actually."

"Just…be blunt. Tell me how you feel about him."

"Oh, Kagome," Sango sighed with stars in her eyes. "Sometimes he can be a real letch, but when we're alone he's a real sweetheart. I think he puts the pervert thing up as a mask to the rest of the world. There are times when I can't see myself with anyone else, but other cases where I want to be a million miles away from him. It's confusing…"

"No it's not," Kagome smiled. "I understand exactly what you mean."

"But what should I do?"

"I think you need to talk to him—tell him how you feel."

"I can't do that! What if he mocks me? What if—what if he breaks my heart?" Sango asked, choking back a sob.

"You won't know if you don't tell him."

"I guess so…"

"Well, since that's out of the way," Kagome stretched her arms above her head playfully, "we should head back outside!"

Kagome twirled around quickly, heading toward the bathroom door. She stopped when she felt a hand clasp around her arm.

"Not so fast, we had a deal," Sango smirked.

"A deal? What deal? I don't recall a deal…" Kagome tried to play dumb, looking around the bathroom.

"Shut up, you," Sango laughed. "Now tell me."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Are you guys…an item?" Sango asked, a blush gracing her cheeks.

"I guess," Kagome sighed dreamily, thinking back to the night before. "I mean, we have spent a lot of time together, and he's awfully romantic—"

"Inuyasha? Romantic!" Sango scoffed, "You're joking, right?"

"No! You don't know him like I do! Last night was…" Kagome trailed off, not knowing if she should disclose that information to her friend.

"Kagome, I think this goes beyond liking him," Sango gasped.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you love him, Kagome."

"That's crazy," Kagome laughed. "I don't love Inuyasha…I just like him…a lot."

"Right," Sango smiled.

Just as Kagome was about to comment further, a loud banging was heard on the other side of the door.

"Hey, Orlando Bloom isn't out here!" A high pitched voice called. "Let us in!"

"I think we should let the preps back in," Sango laughed.

"I think you're right," Kagome headed back towards the door. "Thanks, Sango."

"No, thank you." They shared a brief smile before unlocking the door. "Alright, don't get your pigtails in a twist!"


"Students, take your seats!" Kaede called over the talking students. "Today we will be watching a movie, so I expect you to be on your best behavior."

Many of the student hollered and cheered, excited that it would be an easy day. Kaede walked over to the old TV and plopped a VHS Tape in before taking a seat behind her desk and working on the previous days tests.

As soon as the movie began to play, students began to talk. The room was filled with whispering, but Kaede allowed it because it was kept at a decent volume.

"Miroku," Sango whispered, poking the boy next to her in the shoulder. "We need to talk."

"What about, my lovely?" Sango rolled her eyes at him, even though she knew he couldn't see it in the dark, before continuing.

"I was just thinking…" She paused, trying to think of the right words. 'Why does this have to be so difficult?"

"What were you thinking?" Miroku tried to encourage her to continue, but the goofy look on his face only made her laugh. She looked over to Kagome, who gave her a warm smile before turning back to the movie.

"What are you doing this weekend?" she blurted out.

"Well…I'm not really sure yet." He thought about it, his finger tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Why?"

"I was thinking…that maybe we could…I don't know, do something?" She blushed and turned away.

"Sango, we probably would've done something regardless," he smiled, not understanding her question.

"I mean, just you and me."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief. "This isn't some sick joke, is it?"

"No!" Sango shouted, causing the entire class to look at her. With a blush, she quickly apologized and hid her face in her hands.

"Sango, I would be honored to be by your side this weekend." Miroku smiled once the class' attention was back to the movie.


Inuyasha paced angrily in the school's courtyard. Last hour would end in a matter of minutes, and he was expected in the library to serve detention. Joy.

Stubbing out his third cigarette, Inuyasha kicked a nearby trashcan and laughed when it spilled garbage all over the freshly cut grass. The sun was high, but he could sense rain in the distance.

"This is fucking bullshit," he cursed, pulling out another cigarette and running a hand through his hair. "Who does he think he is? I'm not serving that fucking detention."

He was about to head back to the parking lot when the school bell sounded and students began leaving the building in large groups. Among those groups he spotted Miroku and Sango, smiling at each other despite the large handprint on Miroku's cheek. Figuring that Kagome would be out sometime shortly, Inuyasha plopped down on the steps and waited.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Kagome who came up to him. Inuyasha growled when he felt someone jab their foot into his shin.

"How's our favorite half-breed doing this fine afternoon?" Kouga asked with a smirk, his two thugs laughing behind him.

"Not today, Kouga," Inuyasha growled before standing up. "I don't have time for scumbags like you."

"Is that so?" Kouga laughed, stepping in front of Inuyasha before he could retreat. "I've heard you've been hanging around my woman."

"Your woman?" Inuyasha laughed. "And just who would that be?"

"You've been getting close to Kagome, and I don't like it one bit!" Kouga shouted, taking a fighting stance.

"You want to fight me? I'm right here," Inuyasha laughed again.

'I didn't want to see anybody get hurt,' Kagome's voice suddenly echoed through his mind.

"You know what?" Inuyasha paused. "I don't have time to mess with losers like you."

"What's the matter, hanyou, scared?" Kouga taunted, roughly shoving Inuyasha backwards.

"Far from it," he growled. "You're not worth my fucking time."

Before Kouga could say anything else, Inuyasha turned his back to him and walked into the building, deciding that he would fetch Kagome himself.

"That bastard, I'll make him pay for disrespecting me," Kouga growled, clenching his fists tight.

"Don't worry about it, Kouga," Ginta said.

"Don't worry about it! Fuck, let's just go."


Kagome closed her locker with a happy sigh and a smile on her lips. She was so happy for Sango and Miroku. Closing her eyes and letting the events of the day sink in, she didn't notice Inuyasha walk up and stand beside her.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered in her ear.

"Not you," she teased. "But I could be if you wanted me to."

"I like that." He gave her a quick kiss before grabbing her backpack. "I'll take that for you."

"No, it's okay, it's not heavy," she smiled shyly. He simply shrugged and began walking down the hallway. They walked in silence until they reached the door, neither of them making eye contact except for the occasional glance.

"Inuyasha!" Mr. Ichiro called the second they reached the door. "Where do you think you're going? You have detention!"

Inuyasha gave the vice principle the finger before opening the door for Kagome and heading outside.

"What was that all about?" she asked once they reached his bike. He didn't answer her, just climbed on his bike and expected her to follow. "Whatever."

A smirk painted itself on Inuyasha's lips as she hugged her body to his. With a chuckle in his chest, he started up his bike and sped out of the student parking lot.


Uhm...it was a bit short. Gah, I hate it. I feel like I got nothing accomplished in this chapter.