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Several days passed as Kagome began to adjust to the expectations of the elite school. She spent most of her time boggling at the fact that these kids didn't seem to care a whit about the world outside. Reality was like a pretty little dream to them and they were content to live in their sheltered castles. The miko rolled her eyes when a group of girls tittered like mice as she slogged her way to one of the libraries to work on an assignment for her foreign language class. Apparently, English wasn't a challenging enough option to offer, as it was considered mandatory, so she'd chosen French on a whim.
'Dumbest idea I have ever made... Aside from trusting Miroku to not grope me that one time I was stuck half in that barrel.' Attempting to work on French by herself was like trying to pull teeth. Frustrating as hell and painful. None of the kids in her class, whom were all first years, wanted to work with her. After nearly an hour of painstakingly little progress, she tossed her book violently across her table and groaned, putting her head in her hands.
"This is so damn hopeless! I'm never going to understand this!" the miko growled, ruffling her bangs in aggravation. The dull roar of other kids talking in the environment was not improving her mood in the slightest. Someone cleared their throat next to her and she noticed a pair of shiny black shoes through her fingers.
"Having some trouble?" a lilting male voice asked. Snorting and ready to bite out a caustic reply, Kagome lifted her head and was surprised at the fact the blonde boy was holding her book out to her. He blinked haunting violet eyes and glanced at her form for a second as a flush spread across his cheeks.
"Y-You're a girl! In the boys' uniform!"
The former time traveler bit the inside of her cheek and simply nodded. If she spoke, she was going to psychologically scar this boy's mind. He thumped down into the chair next to hers, a questioning look on his face. Shockingly enough, he finally shrugged and decided to not ask. "So, if this your first French class?"
"Yeah. My other schools didn't offer it. They were all more concerned that I know how to speak English."
"I see. So you're a new student. I thought so. I would have remembered such a pretty face."
Kagome wrinkled her nose in irritation and huffed. "Look, if you're trying to hit on me, I have about as much patience as a rampaging bull right now. I will hurt you."
He waved his hands and shook his head frantically. "No no! I wasn't going to hit you! I would never hit a girl!" The boy looked scandalized by the mere thought. The miko rolled her eyes and propped her elbow on the table to lay her head on her hand. The innocent gleam in his eyes made her realize that he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Then why are you bothering me," she deadpanned. Her eyes were blank and he shivered.
"I was going to ask if you wanted some help?" he squeaked out. She blinked and stared at him as though he'd grown a second head.
"... You serious?"
"Umm... Yes?"
"Are you asking me."
"Yes! I mean no! I'm not asking you! I'm... telling you?"
Kagome stared him down intently and the boy suddenly felt as though she was peering into his soul with those piercing blue eyes.
"How well do you know French?"
"I'm half French, madamoiselle. My name is Suoh Tamaki."
'Where have I heard Suoh before? Oh well. I'll figure it out later. Right now, jackpot.' The smile that crept across her face made him swallow his squeak of fear.
"Nice to meet you, Suoh. My name is Higurashi Kagome, and I think we'll get along just fine as long as you follow a few conditions of mine."
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At the end of the week, despite Tamaki's mortification about teaching her the words, Kagome cussed out the arrogant teacher in perfect French. She was sent to the Chairman's office for the incident. Yes, perhaps being at Ouran wasn't going to be so bad after all.
As long as the place could get used to her, that is.
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