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The rest of the day passed by in a surprising blur and by the time the end of her classes came, Kagome was frustrated and ready to start screaming at the idiocy of the other kids surrounding her. They were so shallow and predictable! Everything they had they took advantage of and never considered the consequences of their actions!

'Why do I have to be subjected to this torment!' She needed to beat the living daylights out of something! It was the only reason she was perusing the after school activities offered at the academy.

"Proper etiquette? Oh hell no," the miko murmured to herself, dragging her finger down the list she'd swiped from the front office. "Handicrafts, no. Debate and Politics?" She made a sour face at that one, "I'd rather choke myself. Hmm? What the hell's a Host Club?" Glancing at the president's name, Kagome pursed her lips, wondering where she'd heard the name Suoh before. She shook her head and nixed the idea. "If I don't know what it is, then it's probably better I don't find out." After coming halfway down the list, she sighed in nostalgia at one club.

"Kyuudo... Damn. That brings back some memories." Absently, she stepped aside when two boys that looked exactly alike passed by her, taking a vague note of their bright coloring before moving on. She didn't notice them stopping suddenly and staring at her, one of them rubbing his eyes to be sure of what he'd seen.

"Hikaru? Was that... a girl? In the boys' uniform?"

"Unless we're both seeing things..."

Kagome turned the corner, stopping and staring at one listing with a vicious grin slowly spreading across her lips.

"Perfect."

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Kyoya Ootori murmured calculations under his breath as he scribbled some numbers in his handy black notebook, consciously avoiding people in the hall as he made his way to the Host Club. Though activities weren't scheduled to start for another half hour, his free period had allowed him ample time to get everything ready. Turning a corner, he paused when there was a tug on the sleeve of his blazer, and sharp gray eyes focused on the small boy standing to the side with a confused expression on his shockingly pretty face. Upon closer inspection, though, the black-haired individual was actually a girl. It definitely threw him for a loop when those deep ocean-colored eyes gazed up at him with an intensity he was only used to seeing in world-weary business men.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for the Kendo Club. I'm new here and I'm a little lost," the girl spoke quietly and politely, with a slightly bitter undertone to her voice. After giving simple directions, she nodded and left, giving the youngest Ootori boy some food for thought.

"How odd..."

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Kagome slid the door to the dojo open and inhaled deeply. The tight knot of annoyance in her chest dissapated with the traditional setting and she cracked a small smile. This would be just what she needed. A legitimate chance to beat up on some rich kids without getting into trouble. After all, they couldn't kick her out if she joined a club that condoned violence.

Slipping her shoes off, she padded in the direction of the noises coming from the far end of the hall. Knocking gently, she slid the door open and braced herself when about 2 dozen male eyes locked onto her.

"I want to join the Kendo Club," the miko blurted out, a confidence ringing in her tone that had some of the boys squirming. Inwardly she giggled. This would be so easy.

"But, you're a girl!" one boy exclaimed, eyeing her with a heavy disapproval. Another boy, one that she recognized from her class, shook his head rapidly at the speaker, a whimper building in his throat. "Shouldn't you look at joining a club that's suited to more... delicate tastes? You actually have to work in this one."

Kagome growled, blue eyes flashing in anger as she stomped in, reaching out and grabbing the boy's haori to drag him down to her level. He blinked and swallowed at the unusual show of strength from the petite girl, quivering in his spot when those sharp eyes locked with his.

"Are you saying that just because I'm a girl I shouldn't know how to defend myself? That I should leave my safety to someone as pathetic as you?" the miko demanded in a deadly soft voice. The surrounding boys shuffled back several steps in fear. "I could kick your sniveling rich kid ass all over this dojo without breaking a sweat. Do you want me to demonstrate?"

"W-Wait! Higurashi, i-if you want to join, y-y-you have to speak with the t-t-taichou, and he's not here today," the classmate she recognized stuttered, wrapping a hand around her arm and tugging insistently. She stared blankly at the captured appendage and slowly raised her gaze to the boy. He "Eeped" and scrambled away, shaking like a leaf from head to toe. Finally, Kagome sighed loudly and let go of her captive, uncurling her unoccupied hand from the fist she'd unconsciously made.

"Fine. What's your taichou's name so I can look for him tomorrow," the former time traveler grumbled, a sullen expression crossing her pretty features. Her classmate, whose name she hadn't bothered learning, seemed hesitant, but another boy stepped up and cleared his throat.

"Morinozuka Takashi. He's in class-!"

"3-A," Kagome snapped, inwardly annoyed all over again, "He's in my class. Great, why did it have to be that guy?!" Snarling explicatives under her breath, she stormed out of the dojo, the boys making a wide path. Nobody seemed to want to cross her right now, and she lamented their sudden insightful intelligence.

Damn, she hated karma and fate.

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