She didn't wanna get up today; Kagome felt no desire to surface from the world under her blankets. It was calm and quiet, and best of all, Sunday. She didn't want to resurface from her dreams and face the heart break of creul reality. Oh great, at the mention of heart break Kagome immeadiently took into last nights accounts.
Koga cheated on Ayame and held another girl, Miroku was seen with that Chickeeta girl, Sesshomaru was kissing Eri and Ayumi was kissing...no. Kagome didn't wanna think about that right now, she turned on her back and stared at the celing; feeling drowsy. She'd come here in August, at the beginning of the school year, she'd gotten the best group of friends a girl could ask for---and the perfect dream crush...Two timing, bulbous brat, jerk, never listening to the teacher, always flirts with the sluts, is a fucking playboy, hangs around with a pervert, idiot, pick-pocket, and a silent guy, is the most impulsive boy at school, even if he's rich, is always doing ridiculous anatics, never ever makes it on time to class. IDOLOSTCAL IDIOT JERK!
Grimly, she reached for her alarm and pounded it; hoping her selected CD would come on. She was pretty sure she'd put in Avril Lavinge last night...Hearing the faint music of My Happy Ending Kagome felt pleased, sinking further into her imagenary world of sleep; she dimly remembered today was Sunday. Any other day they'd be at Church, but ever since Mr. Higarashi had passed away, Mrs. Higarashi preferred to do her praying at home. That's when Kagome recognized the lyrics of Nobody's Home, by Avril.
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it every day
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again
Kagome began to hoarsely sing along, knowing she was describing herself. "Whats wrong, whats wrong now? Too many, too many problems, dunno where she belongs," Kagome's face was soon shrouded in darkness as she looked out her window to the clear blue sky ", where she belongs." Kagome stood up sadly as the song began to cresendo. "She wants to go home, but nobody's home, thats where she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go. To dry her eyes, broken inside." Kagome wiped a tear away as she remembered Inuyasha's proposal. "I won't be fooled again." She hissed venomuosly.
Sango was giddy; well, giddier than giddy! Mr. Hounga had just told her she was liable to go the Tennis Finals in Great Britan! To represent Japan! Well, it'd take the rest of her high school year and she'd go strait to Tennis College after the Finals! And to think she had this once in a life time oppurtunity!
Mr. Hounga had said for her to tell him her answer by friday; which gave her a whole week to think things over. Why did she need to think things over? Most girls in her place would've accepted without further ado; but Sango was not most girls. The tennis champion of Tokyo was sure there was more to Miroku, Inuyasha, Koga, and Sesshomaru's stories than met the eye. But everytime she even thought about approaching him to ask a question, her pride got the better of her. She didn't notice two others had joined her untill she heard thier squabbling:
"---Rin, I say we do it!"
"Shippo, thats ridiculous! Besides, you showed me before and it looked long and hard; not to mention a little big." The fashoin freak, Rin said.
Sango's eyes widened, were they talking about what she thought they were? Burying her face in text book, she continued to listen to thier interesting conversation.
"But its not that hard!" My dick isn't that hard!
"Would it hurt?" So when we do it, will it hurt?
"Of course! Its one of the fun parts!" I can't wait till tonight!
"I'm not sure, what if I can't?" What if I can't have childeren?
"Thats okay." I don't care.
"Really? Then can we work on it tonight?" Tonight?
"Fine with me, that's cool." Your body is pretty no matter what.
Sango peeked over her shoulder; her face flaming red and heart beating crazy in her chest. Rin; who was wearing a black tanktop and pink jeans; and Shippo; who was wearing black jeans and a blue t-shirt; were over a game magazine; pointing at the new game cheats. Sango turned away, red as a rose, and she'd been thinking about something as perverted as THAT!? Ugh, Miroku was rubbing off on her. 'Miroku...' Sango thought sadly, looking away into space. 'Maybe I should've gave him a second chance?'
"Heya! Sango, Rin, Shippo; over here!" Ayame yelled from the lunch table. She wore a white shirt and a white skirt that reached to her knees. Kikyo sat next to her; wearing a blue knee length skirt, a green blouse, and a gold locket. Rin and Shippo stopped thier argueing and waved. Sango walked over to them and sat meekly down by Kikyo. Who looked at her with a confused look, and Sango gave her look that clearly said: I tell you when I die.
"Well, we gotta go to Geography." Rin said, nudging Shippo uncerimoniously. Shippo let out a squeak and grabbed his ribs with a grunt.
"Ye-yea." Shippo wheezed in agreement, clutching his rather sore ribs. "Yes, we'll be on our way." And with that the two of them juantily skipped away; leaving Kikyo, Sango, and Ayame confused.
"Now now, class!" Mrs. Hounga said desprately as she flicked her bright red ponytail over her shoulder. Find no sucess at yelling at her class, Mrs. Hounga did the easiest thing possible. She walked into the student body, right next to Yura Hair, and got down in her pupils face. "PAY-ATTENTION." She hissed.
The room was so silent you could hear a mouse talk. "Now," Mrs. Hounga said, regaining her compusure and walking up to her desk ", we, as Kiba Tsu High, will be hosting T.T.I. As, my students, Teen Tokyo Idol." There was several squeals and cheers, Mrs. Hounga waited for the noise to subside. When it finally did, she picked up the papers on her desk and began to walk around the room, passing them out."There'll be three round offs. Round one is band, two is other , and three is solo, again. The third riegn is the face off." She handed out the last paper to Shoroto and skipped back to her seat.
"Teen Tokyo Idol?" Ayame hissed. "Man I'm envious! I'll be in America by then." There was a collective gasp around the circle of the five of them.
"You're going to America?" Rin hissed in surprise, leaning over to Sango's desk to get in on the coversation.
"Yup." Ayame grinned, doodling on her notebook as she let her mind wander.
"I'm going to the United Kingdom as of Friday," Sango informed them proudly. "That is," She added with a sheepish grin ", when I tell Mr. Hounga I'm going."
"Awwww," Rin groaned ", dammit! Ayame, you're the best drum player in the class." Rin turned to Sango "And Sango! No one can play the keyboard as well as you can! You can't leave." Rin faked a pout that looked incredibly real; Kikyo and Kagome stuffed thier fists into thier mouths to contain thier laughter. "Whats so funny?"
Sango stopped laughing after a few seconds. She remembered her thoughts as of this morning. And she felt...guilty, like she had two years ago. No, anything but that memory. She focused her mind on other things, such as Miroku. "Hey guys," she interjected, as Kikyo turned to her. "You're not going to believe what I'm about to say...but," Her eyes flashed slightly ", I think we should give the guys another chance."
"WHAT?" Ayame and Kagome yelled in unison; Mrs. Hounga gave them a look and the duo dropped thier voices.
"What? Are you mad?" Ayame hissed ", Koga was holding another girl! And Inuyasha was cheating! As for Sesshomaru, he's open, don't look so sad, Kikyo," Kikyo blushed and muttered something that sounded like: 'I don't like him...', Ayame turned to Sango ", and as for Miroku, he's open too. Sad but true." Ayame looked over to the boys discussing something in a corner, and her sad eyes lingered on Koga, just as he looked back up at her.
So much hurt in both of thier eyes, feeling this time was as good as any, Koga excused himself from his table and walked over to Ayame. "Ummm...Ayame, could I talk to you for a second?"
"Why?" Ayame answered cooly.
"Just five minutes, please!" Koga seemed desprate, so Ayame gave in with a slight nod, and despite her friends amazed looks, followed him out to the hall. Then he turned to her, and looked her in the eyes. Sadness, hurt, fear, and doubt resided in those grassy orbs, making the colbat blue eyed ookami feel all the worse. "Ayame, Kalie's my sister, and now I've personal reasons to hate Naraku."
"What, how, why?" Ayame asked, her mind racing with questions. Koga smiled slighty at his ex-girlfriends renewed interest.
"He raped my little sister Kalie. She came to me yesterday and told me the whole story." Koga said bitterly. "If I'd been there on time, and looked for her, I could've saved her. So now've I've decided to kill Naraku soon as possible. He won't escape this time."
"He raped...I didn't know you had a sister." Ayame said suspiciously, looking at the ookami rather suspiciously. (LOL, used it twice...blah--sorry XD)
"Yeah, I was embarrassed by her," Koga said angirly ", so I didn't tell you. It was all my fault Naraku got to her."
"Its okay." Ayame said softly. "I'm sorry."
"What're you sorry for?" Koga asked suddenly, looking at Ayame. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I didn't have enough trust in you to ask what was going on, sorry."
"Well, lets have trust this time around"
Shippo ran over to Miroku. He'd never been the same since last Saturday. He'd been ignored by Sango and now never talked to anyone. It was odd for Miroku to be so quiet; normal for Sesshomaru, but not Miroku. Ever since Koga'd miraculiously got back up with Ayame by telling her what'd happened with Kalie.
"Miroku...you okay?" Shippo asked. Miroku gave him a look that plainly read; do-I-look-okay-to-you? "Errrrrr, nevermind," Shippo continued, shaking his head ", stupid question." Miroku attempted a weak laugh as Shippo shook his head. "Miroku, whats with you and Sango. From best friends to worst enemies."
"She doesn't wanna talk to me," He said bitterly ", she doesn't wanna talk to a Chikan-aiyoku-chijin-ikeike." He said the nickname bitterly as Shippo gasped; Sango'd called Miroku an perverted-lustfull-idoital-bitch? Wow. Never mess with a pissed off Sango. "Yeah, the chikan-aiyoku-chijin-ikeike, fits me." Miroku laughed bitterly.
"You should just tell her how you feel." Shippo said uncertainly. He certainly wasn't the romantic type; that was Miroku and Koga's area of experties. Not Sesshomaru, Shippo, or Inuyasha's. They were better at other things. "That always works in the movies, right?"
"This is life, not the movies." Miroku sighed, turning away from Shippo and looking up at the clock. "And besides, Sango can't stand that perverted-lustfull-idoital-bitch." Miroku said as he and Shippo headed for Physical Education.
"But Miroku, she likes you!" Shippo insisted as he followed his friend to thier place on the bleachers. "If she's mad at you for being with Chickeeta, then she likes you!" Shippo continued on angirly "Even Inuyasha isn't as bad as you are! Miroku! Are you even listening?" Shippo snapped, but stopped when he saw Miroku's eyes following Sango's form. His hand twitched subconsiusly. "Hentai." Shippo said, rolling his little green oculars.
"Mr. Hounga!" Sango yelled, running up to her P.E. teacher happily. She'd decided what she was going to do, and yes, she was going to the United Kingdom! She wasn't going to hang around in Japan when she knew she'd always think of that chikan-aiyoku-chijin-ikeike.
"Ahhh, Sango Taijiya," Mr Hounga said, after glancing at his clip board with a smile. "So," He asked curiously with another grin ", did you consider your choice on the matter of the Tennis Champoinship?" He asked, and Sango grinned her reply. "I take that as a yes?"
"Well, ye--" Sango began, but was interrupted by a certain perverted student.
"Sango!" Miroku yelled, Sango turned from Mr. Hounga. "Mr. Hounga, can I talk to her for a sceond? Sango?" Sango rolled her eyes and nodded to Mr. Hounga, signafying she'd be back. She walked over towards Miroku.
"What?" Sango hissed, though the feeling of wanting to forgive him almost instantly rose up in her gut, she pushed it aside and continued her glaring match.
"Sango," Miroku stuttered, turning bright red; Sango was immeadiently interested. If pervert boy was blushing, who knew what he wanted to say? "I...uh...umm..I...I want t-t-to comment on...ummmm..." Miroku kept stuttering, Sango stayed still, she'd probably never see anything like this again. "...how...uh...Sango," Miroku said, gulping and instantly making his decision ", willyougooutwithmeandbemygirlffriend?"
"Eh?"
Miroku took a really deep breath and began to talk slowly. "Will-you-go-out-with-me-and-be-my-girl-friend?" Sango's eyes went round as saucers and Miroku felt himself go three sades darker as she just looked at him, mouth agape. "Never mind, I see you're not interested." Then, Miroku began to walk out of the gym.
"Well, Ms. Taijiya," Mr Hounga said from beind her. "What were you going to say?" Sango turned around with a small smile. Miroku paused in the doorway.
"Well, Mr. Hounga...I will..." Sango began; both Mr. Hounga and Miroku looked hopefull. "...not be going." Mr. Hounga looked a little crushed and Miroku looked very surprised.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Hounga asked, running up to Sango ", this is a once-in-a-life-time-oppurtunity." Sango merely nodded. "Are you sure, I mean, Ms. Taijiya, you're the best tennis player in the whole city of Tokyo! Are you that eager to stay here? There's nothing new here and---"
"I know very well, Mr. Hounga." Sango smiled. "I also know that I've a good reason to stay here." And with that, she marched off to Miroku, a large grin on her face.
"Sango, you didn't have to," Miroku said, once out in the hall. Sango just smiled widely, and Miroku felt his soul open up. "Really." He added with feeling.
"Its fine with me!" Sang chirped, stretching. "Oh yeah," She said with a sheepish grin ", my answer is yes!"
"Yes for what?" Miroku asked, Sango sweatdropped, then he remembered. "OH YEAH! Great!" Miroku exclaimed, sudddenly remembering with a guilty grin. "Sorry, Sango-kun." He said as his hand strayed from its usual place to its ever-more-frequent place at her behind. BOINK! "Hey!"
"Just becuase you're my boyfriend doesn't mean that I'll let you do that!" Sango snapped. Then she grew melachonic remmbering the reason they'd been fighting in the first place. "Ummm...hey, Miroku..." She said sadly "...what about that...Chickika---whatever her name was--- girl?"
Miroku felt guilty instantly. "What about her?" He asked softly. "What about her? The only thing I know is that she won't be bothering me anymore." And he let the matter rest at that, softly taking Sango's hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeaze. Sango smiled back at her boyfriend Who ever knew that a Beach Party gone wrong could bring these results?
A/N: Shorter...meh, been busy. BUT I'M BACK! Ahem, sorry. XD XP XS Ah, I know Miroku, Koga, Ayame, and Sango made up rather quickly: but I was running out of time!
Chapter Six Preview: And It Goes On:
Yes, Miroku, Sango, Ayame, and Koga are friends again. But what about Kikyo, Kagome, Inuyasha, and Sesshomaru? Can little Rin and Shipp really bring back the fueding Kagome and Inuyasha? Or the shy Kikyo and stoic Sesshomaru? With the T.T.I. contest beginning can they bring back everyone togeher? And the so-called-haunted band room on the second floor, what does that have to do with anything? Or will thier plans go up in SMOKE?
Curious? You'll have 2 wait!!! Muahaha!
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MIROKU'S TEN RESOLUTIONS TO DO W/ SANGO!!!
10. Make her my girlfriends.
9. Grope her.
8. Take her on ONE sucessfull date
7. Woo her
6. Grope her again
5. Hehehe. Sleep with her.
4. Go on another sucessfull date
3. grope her
2.Ask her to bear my childeren
1.Ask her to marry me and live with me
A/N: Couldn't resist!!! XD