A NERD… OR NOT?
So here it is…the (perhaps?) long awaited re-write and completion of A Nerd….Or Not? Just as a warning….it turned out to be quite different than expected/originally "planned" (please don't forget: I was nine at the time I started this so I had no idea where this was actually going when this started….many, many years ago.)
Some things you should know:
This is an Alternate Universe starring our favorite hanyou and his companions in a (somewhat) high school setting. This story will not be partly playing in the United States as it originally was; it will solely take place in Japan. The whole double-life setting will however still be present (I didn't want to change the story completely after all).
There will be some Kikyou bashing, though it will be kept to a minimum….while I have a new-found, let's call it "respect" for her (respect only being used for lack of a better word –I am still in no way a fan of the walking, talking corpse, but I genuinely feel more pity than absolute hatred as I used to), for the sake of this story I will have to make her slightly out of character in order to remain this strange and somewhat comic dynamics which are going on. She will not, however , be AS slutty, dumb, and possibly annoying as she was portrayed before.
Sota does not exist in this story, neither do Kagome's mother or grandfather.
Shippo will also have a relatively minor role and Kirara will also be slightly different than in the manga/ anime.
In this story Kagome will not be Kikyou's reincarnation (kinda obvious, I guess, but you know…FYI)
Also I'm sorry if nerds are portrayed somewhat badly here. Again I have nothing against nerds, I'm a pretty big nerd myself, but for the sake of the story let's please look past the whole so-unpopular-you're-at-the-very-bottom-of-high school-hierarchy cliché and more importantly: don't kill me for it!
Same goes for the admittedly clichéd portrayal of jocks.
So that's it from me…..hope I didn't disappoint anyone!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other Characters used in this fanfiction. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The plot alone belongs to me.
Chapter One: Meeting Everyone
Winter 2014—Sokui ken Tanjoubi Festival, Kyoto, Japan
Considering the circumstances it was still a relatively quiet night. He stood atop the hill overseeing Okazaki park, the liveliest and most direct route for his destination. Had he been a different man –demon, not man. He stopped being a "man" a long time ago—he may have chosen an other way. A not so public one, one where it was sure he would succeed unnoticed.
His impatience, however, won out on the notion of remaining unnoticed.
Also, if no one knew of his success, his satisfaction would never be able to compare to the joy he was sure to feel as soon as the rest of the world would submit to his new reign of terror.
A slight shiver came upon his body at the thought.
The snow crunched underneath his boots while he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, mentally scolding his rotten leg which refused to heal properly; the wound the wretched miko had given him all those years ago still showing up even after having to resort to replacing the appendage once every moon cycle.
Soon this no longer would be necessary though.
Looking down once more he noted that the streets were still too quiet and empty for him to start. But he knew more and more people would still show up, after all, the Sokui ken Tanjoubi Festival was one of the biggest, if not the biggest festival in all of Japan. For weeks the preparations had been going on for this night to commemorate the anniversary of enthronement and the Emperor's birthday.
The city of Kyoto had been decorated to its fullest; all houses and streets had been cleaned to finesse, flags and banners congratulating the emperor and bearing prayers for another fine, prosperous year hung upon doors and windows and the traditional lampion lanterns had been hung, in thousands distributed throughout all of the city creating the illusion of a carpet of light enfolding it. Kyoto had outdone itself this year, promising its citizens the greatest spectacle of all time. And the moment the entire town will be on the streets to celebrate would be the moment he strikes. He didn't have to wait very long for the streets to be filled with more and more people. As soon as he noticed the main square being completely filled with people he knew it was time. Meticulously covering himself with his white fur cloak he slowly descended into Okazaki square, paying attention to draw as little attention to him as possible. Observing the people on his way down, the man in the white fur cloak had to reflect on a single thought which had repeatedly entered his mind over the long course of his life.
Humans were indeed very amusing.
As soon as any cause for "celebration" came up they would suddenly indulge their deep rooted sense of vanity. The women dressed up in their finest Kimonos and spent hours and hours creating the most elaborate hairstyles while the men wore their precious yukatas, some even bearing decorative swords or katanas, none of which were actually sharp enough to be used, to pay respect to this highest festivity and appear more majestic than they actually were. They walked about the streets, rushing from one stand to the next to get some food, play some games, have their fortunes read to them and generally enjoy the night distracting themselves from their usually so stressful life. Children were laughing on the streets, couples strolling around and seniors basking in the glorious old times.
It was a perfect night for his purpose.
With everyone's attention drawn to the various spectacles no one would notice him wandering on the streets towards the eastern end of the city, no one paid attention to him as he walked on and on in his wide robes and with various katanas hung on him.
He of course had no problem hiding himself in the shadows, in fact, this was one of his most honed skills. And it was one which had particularly helped him more than once in his life. All he did was hide, mostly, in plain sight.
Tonight was no different. He walked on through the streets, slithering through the masses with ease while still managing to keep mostly to the shadows. Each step he took, bringing him closer and closer towards his prize.
The key to finally getting what he deserved.
His revenge.
Passing Maruyama Park he saw his companions, his pawns, in their positions waiting for him to give them their next instructions. Slowly making his way towards them he reveled in the fear he witnessed in most of their eyes. He knew they feared him, that their loyalty was non-present, that the respect they paid him was a result of absolute terror to what he could do to them. And he loved it. Just standing there and smirking at each one of them he fed off their energy of fear. It irritated him slightly when after having looked into most eyes; he encountered one pair not looking at him with fear, but pure contempt. Scowling back at the foolish demoness who made no secret of her hatred towards him he wondered when he would finally manage to break her spirit as he had done to so many others before her. It mattered not though. As rebellious as she was, she knew better than to disobey him. Ever. At least if she valued her life and he knew there was nothing she valued more. Not to forget she could not betray him as he had her completely under control. Smirking once more at the thought he gave them further instructions to disengage the security cameras and not let anyone get in the way of him. They were to kill anyone who tried; if not, there would be severe punishment.
Giving them the signal to proceed, they marched in the shadows, moving almost soundlessly through the trees towards their final destination. He noticed that some of the lesser demons of his crew were falling behind and he had to growl at the thought. He cursed under his breath. If it weren't the moonless night, he would have no use for these lesser beings, though he could only perform this mission tonight therefor this somewhat unnecessary baggage was required. It mattered not much, they would not see the dawn of the next morning as it was.
Finally reaching their target, he gave his rebellious pawn the signal to attack. The demoness, taking out her fan commenced her famous attack. Waving her fan in the direction of the guards she yelled out: "Fujin no Mai"
Within seconds the guards fell to the ground, their bodies completely slashed through her blades of wind. They proceeded to walk through the gates where as soon as they stepped into the premises of the Nomura Residence, the alarm siren went off.
Perfect.
Waiting for the onslaught of guards to come in order to defend the possessions within the building, he imagined once more, how it would possibly feel to finally hold the key in his hands.
As soon as the sounds of a multitude of steps echoed through the halls, the sinister half-demon merely glanced at his companions and let out a maniacal laugh.
The guards were coming.
Not one of them would survive.
Nothing else would stand in his way.
His time had finally come.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
"Stupid alarm clock just had to wake me up" Kagome groggily said while slamming her hand repeatedly on the magic button to turn off the annoying beeping sound. After delivering the fifteenth hit without effect, the teenager contemplated on simply throwing said devil's device against the opposite wall in order for the noise to stop, but decided that ruining the tenth alarm-clock in the span of two months was not necessarily a personal record she intended to break.
Stumbling out of bed the 18-year-old went to the bathroom to go about her daily routine to get ready for another day at Shikon-high. After brushing her teeth and finally feeling somewhat awake due to having an unexpected ice-cold shower, 'Note to self; Check the water boiler', Kagome decided to inspect her body for any new wounds she may have obtained during her last mission.
'Man, yesterday's buffoons may have been as dumb as a piece of toast, but they sure knew how to punch a girl' she thought to herself discovering two smaller bruises, all a very dark shade of purple which resembled black more than it did purple, next to a relatively large one on her inner left arm. 'These ones look mean as hell….and damn do they hurt! Well good thing no one is going to see them anyway'.
Walking out of the bathroom into her own room, she dressed in her school uniform consisting of a white-green sailor blouse, red scarf and a green skirt she was convinced was almost too short to be deemed appropriate. Finally brushing her thick, beautiful, long black hair into a very "librarian-esque" bun her transformation into a little wallflower was almost complete.
Taking one look at the clock hanging on the wall Kagome knew it was time to leave to go to the place she considered her personal "hell-hole" –School. While working as one of the top agents of Kōanchōsa-chō has its perks –a large paycheck, constantly being on dangerous, yet adventurous missions and exotic locations, not to mention free dental care just to name a few– she still needed to go through the regular school education, if nothing else than to keep up appearances.
Stepping out of the Shrine she's lived in since the death of her parents, Kagome made her way down the steps already seeing Sango waiting for her.
"Kagome! Hurry up, or we'll be late!"
"Well hello Sango, good morning to you too! It's always great to be greeted with so much enthusiasm first thing in the morning"
The brunette merely walked on, smirked and responded "Oh come on Kags, I know it's hard getting out of bed like us normal mortals who don't get to kick butt all the time, but that doesn't mean Yura-sama will let us off any easier if we're late, even less so on the first day of school…so if you think about it, I was only helping you make sure you don't get your hair get ripped off!"
Kagome catching up with her freakishly fast best friend, looked her in the eye. "Of course you did, I truly felt the love…." she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The two best friends looked at each other and burst out in laughter. Walking the streets they knew so well from having walked them the painful days between weekends and holidays to and from school they spoke of their holidays. Sango had flown out to Hokkaido, her family's original hometown, with her grandparents and her little brother, Kohaku, to keep practicing the family tradition, demon slaying –without the actual demon slaying part. While it was once a widely spread practice, it has been forbidden to actually slay demons since the 19th century when demons and humans have, generally speaking, started living in together in peace. Nowadays demon slayers mainly trained out of a sense of tradition, or to occasionally perform stunts and staged fights in shows. Before their death, Sango's parents even competed in the Japanese championships and managed to win 3 repeating years, a feat no clan had ever managed to achieve before.
While reporting on her advancement with her family's traditional weapons, swords and large boomerangs, she noted Kagome searching around in her enormous yellow backpack and finally fishing out pair of very thick-framed, black glasses. She watched her friend putting them over her chocolate brown eyes knowing it was only for show. Kagome had proven more than once that her eye sight was actually perfect.
"So I take it you're still going for the whole wallflower-meets-know-it-all-nerd-charm?" Sango asked raising one eyebrow. Sango couldn't understand why Kagome kept insisting on it.
Kagome merely sighed "Sango, we've been through this…I'm not going to change this attire. And before you say anything, yes I'm aware I could actually be somewhat popular if I adapted more to our high school status quo, but to be honest Sango, I don't actually mind being the most unpopular kid. I genuinely don't care that people think I'm a mute know it all who dresses in the dark and probably couldn't dress up if my life depended on it. Which, by the way, is a pretty ridiculous notion! I mean when could dressing up actually save your life?"
Kagome chuckled a little and continued "Seriously Sango, I don't need many friends, especially of the superficial kind. I have you as a friend, my best friend, and I can honestly say that I don't need more!"
Sango was about to interject. She knew fully well what Kagome's initial reasoning was. She has known about Kagome's more difficult past and her current job situation, and she was well aware of the strains it was putting her friend through.
High School was difficult enough as it is; Sango couldn't even imagine how hard it must be to juggle that with being an agent, always being on the lookout, risking her life day by day and only being able to hope for some peace and quiet.
Sango knew Kagome avoided to get too close to anyone –not because she was an anti-social person (anyone who knew Kagome better would know that "anti-social" and "Kagome" do not fit in the same paragraph, let alone the same sentence!), but out of protection.
Whether her own, or other people's protection is up for debate.
'Though as this is Kagome we are talking about, it's most probably the latter.'
Meanwhile, Kagome was immersed in her own thoughts. Quietly looking sideways to observe her friend a certain thought popped into her mind that recently have been popping up more often. 'How come Sango puts up with me?'
Kagome was under no illusion that she was somehow "un-friendable" or in any other way "unworthy" of having friends, yet she sometimes wondered why her best friend with the brown hair in the high ponytail would put up with the hassle –"How sad is it that I think that being friends with me is actually a hassle?" –of being her friend. Unlike Kagome, Sango was actually relatively popular. While the so called "popular crowed" liked her quite a bit, Sango chose not to associate herself with the jocks and cheerleaders.
"They're all way too intense in anything regarding sports, protein shakes, make up and who kissed or hooked up with who" Sango once scoffed after Kagome asked her why she chose to hang out with her and be pulled down on the intangible yet omnipresent high school hierarchy.
Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, Kagome once again turned to her best friend "So how's Kohaku been doing? Is he excited to be entering middle school this year?"
At this question Sango stilled slightly and turned her head down. "He's not doing so well…been fevering up and murmuring strange things again. It got so bad last night, he'll actually miss school today. Again." Kagome merely looked on at her friend. Unfortunately this was not an unusual occurrence. Ever since she met Sango, her little brother was more often sick than healthy; fevering up, having a cough, stomach problems or other strange and seemingly random symptoms. Sango's grandparents, as Sango herself, have taken Kohaku to various doctors trying to determine what exactly was wrong with her baby brother, but to no avail.
Knowing how much the state of not knowing what was wrong with her brother bothered Sango, Kagome decided to change the topic. Mustering up a smile she uttered: "I hope that we have classes together this year… I don't think I could handle an other semester with Mukotsu-sama by myself"
Sango, thankful for the change of topic, merely rolled her eyes "Definitely! I still don't understand how they could actually hire that stinky slimeball of a man…can you imagine him teaching Sex-Ed?"
Kagome shuddered in response. The horror was simply too great to imagine.
Reaching the school building they entered it, many students greeting Sango while merely nodding towards Kagome in polite acknowledgement instead of genuine interest. The duo merely went on towards the principal's office where, just as always, a stand was set up where students picked up their schedules and locker numbers for this year. After grabbing their schedules and comparing them the two girls joyously high-fived each other.
They were in all the same classes.
Sango twirled a little out of happiness "Wow, I hadn't actually expected that they'd actually put us together in all classes. I was hoping for maybe 2 or 3, though knowing my luck I was kinda counting on us not being together in any class at all! This is awesome, absolutely awesome! Nothing could possibly ruin this right now!"
Smack "HENTAI!"
The two girls turned towards the slapping sound and, as expected, saw a furiously blushing girl walking towards them, while a boy with his hair put in a low pony tail kneeled on the ground, his hands still extended in mid-air and on his face an expression of mock disappointment. As soon as said boy lifted his head and realized the girls were there, his expression changed from crest-fallen to absolute joy. He stood up, taking long fast strides in their direction.
Sango's eyes widened in horror. 'Oh boy, it's too early! He's not actually going to –' Before she could finish her thought, he kneeled in front of the tajiya and once more asked the question which had gotten him into a lot of trouble in the years before. "Ah my dear Sango, this has been a long summer. It is truly wonderful to see your beauty again", grabbing her hands he then continued "You really grow more beautiful each passing day. I must ask you whether you would give me the honor of bearing my child?"
While her friend stood, still mortified by the brash proposal, Kagome passed her a sly look and smirking asked "You were saying?"
Sango quickly regaining her senses shook off the lecher's hands –all the while hoping no one noticed her slight blush –and, just like the girl before her, slapped him right in the face.
"Ugh you never give up, do you?"
Just as Kagome was about to tease her best friend, a deep male voice interrupted her.
"Sheesh Miroku, have the various goose eggs sprouting on your head taught you nothing?"
Kagome tensed up, not quite believing her bad luck of running into that particular person 'though, if I think about it, this day did seem to be going too good to be true'
"Ah Inuyasha, my friend! You know very well that I simply cannot help myself when it comes to beautiful women!" Miroku smirkingly answered his best friend.
Precisely the person Kagome was trying to avoid.
Inuyasha. The silver-haired, amber eyed, dog eared jerk of a hanyou who happens to be the most popular guy in school –how that ever happened remains one of the many mysteries of the world to her– and one of the few people to actually talk to Kagome.
Even if the talking consists of constant jabs. And teasing. And fighting.
Mainly fighting really.
In response the hanyou merely looked at Kagome and smugly stated "Well it's good to know the many blows to the head haven't made you lose your mind completely…at least you didn't stoop so low as the ask the ugly-duckling-queen-of-the-nerds right here"
"Why Inuyasha I missed you too. It's especially calming to know that the summer holidays don't seem to have killed off that many more of your brain cells. I don't think you could really afford losing any more!" Kagome answered with the sweetest fake smile she could muster, making sure her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Inuyasha opened his mouth to give another rebuttal, but before he could two arms wrapped themselves around his arms. He looked down, only to see his girlfriend, Kikyou, clinging to his arm possessively, pressing his arm tightly into her Ōendan uniform and a cold, hard gaze on Kagome.
"Inuyasha is that nerd bothering you?"
The hanyou in question took in the way his girlfriend kept stroking his arm in a not-so-subtle display of possession…and was deeply puzzled by it. For some time now he had been under the impression that Kikyou had been pulling away from him; more often being too busy to meet up outside of school, avoiding touching him…Seems like he had been mistaken.
Not that he was complaining.
"Uhm…nah don't worry babe, we were just…talking, right four-eyes?" he answered, smirking at Kagome in the process.
She merely glared back in response.
Kikyou purposefully moved her hand from Inuyasha's arm to his face, pulling it to face her –after all, he was supposed to pay attention to her, his girlfriend, not be distracted by some girl with thick glasses. Pulling her long charcoal hair back she once again glanced in Kagome's direction.
"Inu, you shouldn't let the little nerd forget her place."
Turning her attention back to Inuyasha, Kikyou once more started stroking his jaw-line. Looking up to him through her eyelashes and putting on her most seductive smirk –something Kagome was afraid, she would never be able to unsee again –Kikyou let out a breathy "Well I need to get to Hishimoto's class. So I'll see you later baby? Then we can continue where we left off yesterday…", giggling at the end.
Now Inuyasha was utterly confused. They hadn't even seen each other yesterday. They had talked on the phone. For less than fifteen minutes. 'What's been up with her these days? Yesterday she couldn't wait to get me off the phone and today she's being all nice and –´
Before he could finish the thought, Kikyou pulled him into a deep kiss, smashing their lips together in the process, another unusual thing in her behavior.
Again, he wasn't complaining.
Miroku looked just as confused as Inuyasha felt. He had been hoping that the "dream-couple" as most of the school liked to refer to them to –it was obvious the rest of the school had never seen the couple outside the building; "dreamy" was not the adjective Miroku would use to describe them –would finally realize that they were not meant for one another.
The awkwardness had been going on for far too long.
But alas, no one ever asked for his opinion.
Sango and Kagome meanwhile, were rooted on the spot: while Sango was already thinking of how she would most likely need years of therapy to get rid of the images before her, Kagome couldn't help but think that the kiss looked surprisingly…strange.
She couldn't put her finger on it –not that she cared, of course –but there was something off about it. 'As much as I hate the jerk…even he looked weirdened out about the assault on his face. Before he started thinking with his only functioning head again at least.'
Sango was first to come out of her stupor.
"Come on Kags, we need to get to Yura-sama's class."
At this Miroku perked up immediately.
"Yeah, let's leave the lovebirds alone before they decide to mate right here on the school corridor!" the shorter teen answered.
Kikyou interrupted her ministrations on Inuyasha's face for a moment to challengingly look at Kagome. Raising an eyebrow she addressed Kagome and uttered a mere "Jealous?"
"Nah. I'm not really into the whole exhibitionist-scene. Also I don't go for idiots. That seems to be more your kind of thing!" Kagome countered.
Seeking to alleviate the situation, and seeing a chance to not only spend more precious minutes with the lovely Sango and of course fleeing the corridor before it turned into an utter war-zone, Miroku cheerfully stated "I'll join you girls, we seem to be headed towards the same destination anyway!"
Sango, who had already started walking towards the classroom stopped short, abruptly turned around and fixed Miroku with a glare radiating a perfect mixture of fury and disbelief.
"What?"
"Well my dear Sango, we seem to be heading the same way, so I thought we may assist each other on the long journey to biology…not to mention get away from here before we become witnesses to physical harm…" Miroku answered already heading toward Sango.
Kagome, sensing the tension between her best friend and the boy-her-best-friend-won't-admit-she-has-the-hots-for, briskly walked towards Sango, though before she could reach her, Sango lifted the arm holding her now scrunched up time table.
"If you lecher come any closer, you won't merely be a witness to physical harm" she threatened, readying her hand to strike for emphasis.
Miroku faltered for a second, contemplating whether she would actually go through with the threat or not. 'Sango dearest sure seems mad….she has no idea how sexy she looks when she gets like that'. Deciding against listening to his common sense, Miroku gradually went on in his pursuit of the tajiya. Sango immediately reacted by striking him, aiming for his face, though Miroku, surprising everyone by not only evading her his, moving with speed no one would have given him credit for, but also being able to land a fatal blow to Sango's ego –he managed to tickle her.
Sango immediately stiffening upon feeling the tickling sensation over her shirt, never noticed Miroku's hand quickly retreating, aiming for the scrunched up paper instead. He accomplished to grab said paper out of the brunette's hand and leaped backwards out of reach for the hit he was sure would follow.
Finally stopping when he reached, what he seemed to be a safe distance away from the now livid tajiya (hiding behind his inu-hanyou best friend, separating the couple from their embrace in the process), Miroku straightened the paper, studying it with much care.
Sango, who at this point was not only livid, but also very embarrassed about being caught off-guard by the lecher was giving off an aura of pure killing intent. Not really caring who got in her way of hitting the lecher into his next life and perhaps even the life after that, she went for the kill only stopping when she felt her best friend's arm worming itself around her midriff, impeding her to go on.
"Sango he's not worth getting into trouble, come on you can always kill him when we are off of school property…" Kagome half- teasingly soothed Sango, while keeping a firm hold on the brunette.
The quick reaction of the perceived nerd did not go unnoticed by Inuyasha and Kikyou. While the cheerleader regarded Kagome's reaction dismissively, despite feeling a little uneasy by the swift, graceful reaction, Inuyasha was intrigued. He had fought Sango before in some sessions of Martial arts during P.E lessons and knew exactly how impressively strong she was –not that he would ever admit it openly. For Kagome to hold her back with little to no effort, the girl must have some serious strength herself.
'Seems like I'm going to have to keep an eye on four-eyes.'
Miroku had been completely oblivious to what had just transpired, having been engrossed with his recent findings (though in the back of his mind, he was ecstatic of not having to worry about healing a possible concussion).
"Ah my darling Sango! It seems we will be seeing a lot of each other this year…"
At this everyone's attention shifted to the pony-tailed boy. For a quick moment Kagome took note on how Kikyou and Inuyasha were staring at Miroku with different expressions…with at least 2 arm lengths separating them. The girl quickly focused her attention back on Miroku, slightly annoyed by the fact that not only had she noticed the distance between the jackass and the cheerleader, but she also caught herself wondering why Kikyou had yet to move next to her boyfriend again.
'Why the hell did I notice that anyway?'
Dreading she already knew the answer Sango, suddenly looking a lot paler than just a second ago, hesitantly asked "…Why?"
Inuyasha, not liking the way his friend was grinning from ear to ear tried to figure out what exactly was putting it on his face.
Kagome, having a suspicion on where this was getting to, widened her eyes, a constant 'Oh no, oh, no oh, nonononono!' repeating in her mind like a mantra.
Inuyasha as if reading her thoughts let out a long sigh. "Don't tell me that-"
"Yes!" Miroku joyously interrupted. "We will be together in all the same classes!"
Silence fell over the group. The only sound that could be heard, was the slight chatter of the forgotten squad of cheerleader which had accompanied Kikyou.
Kikyou picked up on various "Oh my God!", "Can you imagine?" and "Poor Kikyou, she doesn't have a single class with her boy, yet the mousy four-eyes gets to spend soooo much time with him".
'Ugh. It doesn't really bother me, but I guess I should react somehow…'
Putting on her best outraged facial expression and pout Kikyou started sprouting whatever first came into her mind.
"WHAT?! Baby that's not fair! How come that, that, NERD gets to see you all the time?"
Ignoring the openly surprised expression of her boyfriend, she rounded up on Kagome and continued "I will not forget this! You can be sure little nerd that I will be keeping an eye of you!"
Kikyou then turned around; taking in the satisfied expressions on her cheerleader-friend's faces she was quite pleased with her performance. She then proceeded to walk towards her next class, stomping every once in a while to add a little to her "anger", while her followers tread on her heels.
The head cheerleader needed to get to her class fast. The little stint had been unplanned and she needed to be in class on time.
'Wouldn't want to break my attendance record, after all'
Kagome merely stood on and thought to herself:
'Great. Just, great. I'm stuck in all the same classes as the bastard, arrogant son of a dog for the entire year, I won't be able to escape him in any way, my best friend will be flirted to –or as she would say "sexually harassed" –by said bastard's best friend and the bastard's girlfriend has decided to make me her new arch nemesis for it…could this possibly get any worse?'
And that's when Kagome remembered.
The day had only just started.